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leaderpinhead · 8 months

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Min (OC) - Girls' Night

For context, this short scene would actually take place during Chapter 8 of my story on AO3. Please feel free to check it out. I created the Mourning Dove Institute to basically be the "girl" version of Night Raven College. Min, Harry, and Phyllis all attend the school, but are on Sage's Island for Halloween.

“All right, loves! It’s time for the traditional game of truth or dare!”

Min blinked in response to Harry’s sudden announcement. Phyllis sighed where she sat on the floor propped against the sofa. Yuu hummed while she cleaned up the mess of crumbs and nibbled pizza crusts scattered across the coffee table. Min felt bad for her having to clean up after them, but the prefect honestly sounded happy to clean it herself. She had the same wide, starry-eyed look she had when Harry announced their first night on Sage’s Island would be a “girl’s night in.”

Min had thought Harry meant for them to strategize for the Magicam Monster takedown the boys organized. It had already been decided her and Phyllis would stick around the Savanaclaw booth—their swordsmanship begrudgingly impressing Leona—while Harry helped out Maddox at the Heartslabyul exhibit. Yuu and Grim would hop around the campus wherever needed, the prefect and monster cat all too happy to torment the unwanted Halloween guests after being chased and grabbed at all day.

What Min hadn’t expected was a genuine sleepover.

Phyllis snorted at Harry, who energetically hopped around the pile of blankets and pillows Yuu had dumped on the floor for them in the cleanest section of Ramshackle’s lounge. “Seriously? You make it sound like we’re still in grade school.”

Harry blew a raspberry at Phyllis, who returned it with a pillow thrown in the hare’s direction. Min hid her smile behind the rim of her hot cocoa. Before today—when Phyllis had so dramatically jumped onto the Savanaclaw ship and wielded a sword at both the Magicam Monsters and Savanaclaw’s housewarden—Min had found the junior intimidatingly perfect. She had been shocked when Harry insisted they were best friends, especially when Phyllis seemed to do everything she could to deny the fact. Phyllis was the very image of lady-like decorum: the favorite of Mother Annie, who always encouraged the other girls at Mourning Dove Institute to emulate Phyllis.

It was somewhat of a relief to see Phyllis behaving like just another normal girl.

Yuu dropped onto the pillow next to Min. Her flushed cheeks paired well with her wide grin and shining eyes. Grim had long retired to bed, complaining about the girls being too loud and rowdy. They had listened to the ghosts tease him all the way up the stairs for being a cranky old man, giggling over Grim’s hissing denials. Min still felt a bit shy around the prefect, but she was equally impressed the magicless girl had survived for so long at Night Raven College.

“I don’t mind playing,” Yuu insisted. Her posture after she crossed her legs would have made Mother Annie gush over her. “I’ve never played truth or dare before.”

Phyllis’s small gasp matched Harry’s outraged one. “You’ve never played truth or dare? That’s it! We’re spending this whole week having girls’ nights.”

“How do you plan on explaining that to Mother Flowers?” Min asked.

“The same way I did this one!” Harry haughtily stood at the center of their blanket pile, hands on her hips and chest thrust forward. Min giggled when she saw her friend’s stubby tail wiggle over the waistband of her pajama shorts. “That our stuffy hotel room wasn’t conducive for tea parties, and it would be an atrocity against humanity to sip tea in such shabby conditions.”

“Only Mother Flowers would fall for that,” Phyllis said with a huff that sounded like laughter. She hugged one leg closer to her chest and leaned fully back into the sofa. More hair framed her face as her usual tight hair bun slowly slumped down the back of her head. “If we’re going to play this little game, then let’s get it over with. We’ll be here all night if Harry has any say.”

“The rules are simple!” Harry flopped onto a nearby pillow. She shimmied herself across the floor until she was practically in Phyllis’s lap. Phyllis half-heartedly shoved her closer to Yuu. “You pick truth, you tell the truth or the fabled hobgobbler will snatch you up in your sleep. You pick dare, you complete the dare or—” Harry grabbed a jar off the coffee table “—you drink a whole cup of pickle juice!”

Phyllis’s nose wrinkled, and Min shared the sentiment. Yuu tilted her head. “That doesn’t sound so bad, but sure. Who goes first?”

“I’ll start!” Harry immediately pointed a finger at Phyllis, nearly jabbing it up one nostril. “Truth or Dare!”

Phyllis rolled her eyes. “Truth.”

“Coward.” Min and Yuu giggled together at Harry’s hissed insult. Phyllis rolled her eyes again. “Fine then. Is it true that you were the one who put Mother Mary’s knickers on the flagpole?”

Min gasped and stared at Phyllis’s reddening face. “That was you? I thought Harry did that!”

“I told you I didn’t! Just because I hate the bullfrog doesn’t automatically mean I’m always the one pranking her.”

Min almost missed Phyllis’s sigh in Harry’s rant. She ducked her head and hid her face behind her hand. “Yes, that was me.” Phyllis lifted her head. Her dark eyes sparked with a fire Min had seen for the first time only hours earlier. “In my defense, she was acting like an actual toad that week. You heard how she spoke to those girls during our morning workout. She couldn’t even do one push-up with that mountain she calls a belly, let alone fifty!”

Min slapped a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing as loudly as Harry did. Now she saw exactly why the two girls were friends! Phyllis wasn’t the perfect “prince” the rest of the campus viewed her as. It made Min giddy to know even the student Mother Annie hawked as the very epitome of grace and demureness was actually the exact opposite. “Phyllis!”

Yuu giggled beside Min. “That’s like when we found Coach Vargas’s portraits of himself hanging in the place of the paintings in the main hallway. Some of them were...embarrassing even for him. No one would admit who did it either, not even the paintings who knew exactly who had done it.”

Harry lunged forward and grabbed Yuu’s knees. Her long ears somehow stood even taller. “But you know who did it! Spill!”

Yuu stubbornly shook her head. Phyllis, feeding off Harry’s energy, leaned forward too. “Fine then. Yuu: Truth or Dare?”

“Dare!”

Phyllis had barely finished the question before Yuu blurted out her answer. Harry groaned and flopped back onto her pillow. “The one time I want truth!”

“I dare you...” A wicked gleam Min had never seen appeared in Phyllis’s eyes. Min was learning all new things about Phyllis tonight. She wouldn’t exactly complain about that either. “I dare you to walk out of the dorm and shout as loudly as you can I love Leona Kingscholar!”

Harry squealed and flopped around the blankets like a fish out of water. “Phyllis! You cheeky girl!”

Phyllis leaned back in her spot, looking smug. Her smug grin drooped when Yuu didn’t hesitate jumping to her feet and jogging out the room. Phyllis scrambled to her feet and sprinted after Yuu. Naturally, Min and Harry closely followed. “Wait, wait, wait! You can drink the pickle juice!”

Yuu flung open the front door and stepped out onto the porch. Min died laughing when she heard Yuu yell at the top of her lungs, “I love Leona Kingscholar!”

“What a dramatic declaration! I don’t believe I've seen one so energetic in years. Kheeheehee!”

“Should we retrieve Kingscholar for you to repeat your confession? I don’t believe he heard it from his dorm.”

Yuu yipped and ducked back through the door. Peeking around Phyllis’s shoulder, Min spotted the two students standing a short distance down the walkway next to Diasomnia’s eastern long display. The shorter of the two chortled, the enchanted jack-o-lanterns giving off just enough light to make his large red eyes gleam. The taller of the two remained stoically serious, squinting in their direction like he could hardly keep his eyes open. Phyllis made a small noise and ducked around Min like she was trying to hide.

“What are you two doing out here so late?” Yuu snapped. She hadn’t been embarrassed at all by the original dare but having witnesses to her outburst had shattered the image of their private slumber party. “You should be in your dorm!”

“My apologies,” the taller boy answered. He rubbed his eyes. “For once I was having difficulty sleeping. Lilia suggested we check our exhibit once more for any damage caused by the Magicam Monsters.”

“Thankfully, no mischief makers have snuck onto the campus to wreak havoc,” Lilia cheerfully proclaimed. He skipped his way down the path and stopped at the bottom of the steps. At that short a distance, Min could easily see the mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Is this a slumber party? How exciting! You wouldn’t mind me and Silver popping in for a moment, would you? I could share quite a number of ghost stories.”

Before Yuu could respond, Phyllis lunged forward and grabbed the door. “Sorry, but this is girls only! No boys allowed!”

Min had a second to see the boys’ eyes widen before the door slammed shut on them. Phyllis spun around and flattened herself against the door. Her face had become redder than Min had ever seen. A quick glance at the other said Min wasn’t the only one shocked by Phyllis’s sudden behavior.

Yuu shook her head. “Well, I guess that’s one way to say no.”

An almost devious chuckle sounded from Harry. “That was Phyllis’s Prince Charming. He saw you in your ratty jammies.”

Phyllis lunged at Harry, who squeaked in sudden terror. They ran back to the lounge. Min heard the muted thump of pillows not long after they vanished followed by Harry’s protesting Phyllis’s strength.

A tiny giggling snort beside her made Min turn to Yuu. Though her face was still red from the boys witnessing her “confession,” her mood was still bright as it had been before. “I like having a girls’ night. I’ll ask Professor Crewel for permission for you guys to stay tomorrow too. Come on, Min! It’s your turn for truth or dare.”

Min smiled and accepted Yuu’s hand to be tugged back into the living room. Things would go back to normal—stiff, polite, formal—when she and the others returned to campus. For Halloween though, Min was perfectly fine with loosening up a bit more. And maybe whacking Harry with a few pillows or eating chocolate way past midnight.

There was nothing really explicit in Mourning Dove Institute’s curriculum saying she couldn’t enjoy a girls’ night with friends.

#twisted wonderland #twstober #original characters #twstMulan #twstMarchHare #twstPrincePhillip #day 13 truth #i will use any excuse i get to write yuu with her girlfriends

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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Hi there, could I request prompts 31, 68, and 88 from the smut2 prompt list? Where Bucky’s hair is still very long and he finds out that the reader has a “thing” for it and he is more than happy to indulge? If this is too weird or you have no ideas for this you can just skip it lol. TFATWS was amazing but I do miss long haired Bucky badly lmao 💕

Up For It

Summary: Telling Bucky one of your kinks, ends in him gaining a new one of his own.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (don't fucking do it.) Cursing, porn with little to no plot.

AU: Bestfriend!Bucky (but with long hair) x Reader

AN: I'm assuming that by 'thing' you mean pulling it bc honestly. Fucking same. A man with long hair is just 🤤 I wanna tug it and braid it. Especially is they take care of it- dear lord a long haired man can fucking get it.

Prompt from this list, requests are always open, so feel free to send some in. Reblogs and feedback are always appreciated.

MASTERLIST

Gif not mine

"You what now?" Bucky chuckled, turning to face you fully. "Don't kink shame me." You said, sending him a light hearted glare. "I'm not, I wanna hear it again. Just to make sure I wasn't hearing shit."

You sighed and leaned back against the arm of the couch. "I said- your hair looks really soft and I wanna pull it."

His cheeks tinted pink as he looked at you, jaw clenched. "Like- sexually?" He swallowed thickly, pulling at the fabric of his jeans that seemed to be getting tighter at the thought of you thinking of him like that. You scrunched your nose up and nodded. "That's kinda what kink means, Buck."

He couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards you, though he did blame it on the fact that you were one of the first people to warm up to him, even after finding out about his past; but he also thought it was one-sided. That you didn't, and never would feel the same.

"Then do it." His reply lit the fire in your veins, your body suddenly feeling hot as you looked down to his lap where his metal arm was now strategically placed. "You're not serious."

He nodded, tongue swiping across his bottom lip as he looked you over. "I'm up for it if you are." He shrugged, turning back to sit right on the couch; metal arm now draped across the back of it to show the bulge in his jeans.

You narrowed your eyes at the side of his head, his bottom lip bit into his mouth as he waited for your answer. "Ok, fine."

His eyes went wide, watching as you moved to straddle his lap. "Really?" He said, breath hitching as his hands held the outside of your thighs; gently squeezing the soft flesh.

Nodding, you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his plump lips. He let out a content sigh, nipping at your bottom lip as your hands moved to tangle in his soft locks.

Goosebumps rose on your skin when Bucky pulled the thin straps of your dress down for you to slip your arms out of. His blown pupils drinking in every inch of exposed skin as you tugged the hem of his shirt.

Clothes were quickly discarded, Bucky's shirt and pants thrown to the floor with your ripped underwear and dress. Bucky's metal hand wrapped around his veiny shaft, warm hand holding your hip as he watched you slowly lower yourself on him, whimpering softly at the stretch.

"Fuck..." His voice barely a whisper, hands holding your hips down as you both adjusted.

You ran your fingers up his muscular abdomen, holding his shoulders to steady yourself when you slowly started rolling your hips. A guttural moan pulling from him over your breathy whimpers as he bucked his hips to meet your pace, sliding in and out of your velvety walls.

He leaned his head back against the couch, breathing heavily through his nose with his bottom lip bit hard into his mouth. You leaned to kiss his neck, gently dragging your teeth along his collarbone as his hands moved to lay flat against your back.

"Don't hold back, Buck. Wanna hear you." You breathed in his ear, watching as he released his lip; low grunts and moans vibrating against your lips that were sucking a light mark to his throat.

Carding your fingers into his hair, his hands pressed you down onto him harder, guiding your hips in a grind that made you mewl and tug the strands lightly; a shiver racking through his body.

A soft yelp left your lips when your back was suddenly pressed to the couch cushions, Bucky holding your hips down with his right hand. His eyes even darker than before as he took full control, hips slamming into you at a ruthless pace that knocked the air out of your lungs and had your eyes rolling back.

"Feel so good, baby. So fucking tight." He growled, tilting his hips to fuck into your gspot, again and again, making you claw at the skin of his ass. "Fuck, James-"

His name rolling off your tongue in a moan only egged him on more, watching the way your breasts bounced each time his hips bumped yours; your walls clenching around him sending shocks of pleasure through him with each thrust.

The sound you made when you release around him made his hips stutter, pace becoming sloppy. "Gonna cum-" he panted, grinding his hips into yours; a string of profanities falling from his lips as he spilled into you, face scrunched up in pleasure.

He held his weight off of you with his metal arm on the back of the couch, taking in how you looked under him; blissed out as your chest heaved.

"Safe to say, I like you pulling it."

#bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes smut #bestfriend!bucky #bestfriend!bucky smut

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narumi-gens · 3 years

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Breed Me

Gojo Satoru x Reader

summary: It’s Gojo’s turn to try out a new kink. You just never expected to like it so much.

warnings: 18+, smut, breeding kink, daddy kink, squirting, cum play, the whole shebang

notes: I had a request awhile ago for fun smut with Gojo feat. a breeding kink and decided that it was perfect Chaos Couple material and now here we are.

words: 3k

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“Hey, there’s something I want to try,” Gojo says as he yanks your phone out of your hand so that he has your full attention. There’s a familiar smirk on his lips and it makes you roll your eyes and turn over in bed so that your back is to him.

“Satoru, how many times do we have to go over this? I’m not letting you call me mommy,” you huff. “I’m never changing my mind on that one.”

“No, it’s not that,” he tells you and you can’t help but perk up, intrigued by what it is that he could want to try. “It’s something else.”

You can feel the bed shifting as he lays down behind you, dropping his arm around your waist and pulling you to him, his chest pressed right up against your back. He skims his nose along the side of your neck, taking care to brush it right up against the spot below your ear that makes you shiver.

You can’t help but squirm at the sensation and he takes the opportunity to angle your hips so that your ass is flush with his crotch. Your breath hitches when he grinds his half-hard cock against you and you find your clutch on the pillow beneath your head growing slightly tighter.

“What is it?” you ask, your voice suddenly breathless and you’re unable to see the way he smugly smirks, knowing that he has you right where he wants you.

In lieu of an answer, he slides his hand down your stomach and under the waistband of your leggings. His long fingers begin to stroke the lips of your pussy over the fabric of your underwear, his touch light and lazy.

You sigh contentedly and let your eyelids flutter shut, resting your head back on his shoulder. Instinctively, your legs open a little wider for him, your body speaking for you and instructing him to be more purposeful with his movements.

He chuckles as he feels you leaning into him, his chest rumbling against your back. You remind him of a cat telling its owner exactly how it wants to be scratched.

Owner.

His cock twitches in his pants at the word, something dark in him stirring and begging to be given attention. But he quickly tamps down on it. That’s something for another time.

Right now, there’s something else he wants.

He begins to apply more pressure to your clothed folds with his fingers. It doesn’t take much longer before he can feel the cotton beginning to grow wet from his touch.

He knows he needs to make his request strategically. You could easily interpret it the wrong way and then instead of spending his night pumping you full of his cum until your cunt’s overflowing, he’ll be stuck in a long, boring conversation that neither of you is all that interested in having — at least not right now.

“I think this is something you’ll like,” he grins into your ear, his voice low and teasing.

You softly hum, a sign for him to continue but also one that lets him know that you’re becoming increasingly amenable to whatever request he’s about to make. His fingers find your clit, making you whimper quietly and gently buck your hips up into his touch.

“I wanna fuck you raw and fill you with my cum,” he says, a note of eagerness tinging his tone, and when your breathing stutters, he’s not sure whether it’s because of his words or the way he’s circling your clit.

“You already do that,” you remind him lightly, focused more on his touch than what you’re saying. “We haven’t used a condom in years.”

He moves his knee between your legs and opens them wider, making it easier for him to slide his fingers under the crotch of your now soaked underwear. Your clit is slightly slippery as he rolls it between his fingers while grinding his cock into your ass at the same time. You moan softly and he knows he has you right where he wants you.

“But this time, I want to fill you up over and over again until I fuck a baby into you,” he practically purrs and he immediately feels you tense against him, his words dousing your lust like a bucket of ice-cold water. He pinches your clit in an attempt to pull you back into the moment, making your hips reflexively jerk in his hold. “Wanna get you nice and round so that everyone knows exactly who you belong to.”

Suddenly you begin to wiggle in his grasp, but it’s clear from the frantic nature of your movements that it’s from panic rather than pleasure. Gojo lets you go with a sigh and rolls onto his back as you sit up and turn around so that you can look down at him with a mixture of shock and alarm.

“Y-you wanna try for a kid?” you ask, your voice growing increasingly high-pitched with each word. “And you thought this was the way to bring it up?”

He can see you beginning to spiral and he knows that if he doesn’t stop it now, then this will all go exactly how he didn’t want it to turn out. So, he grabs your hips and pulls you on top of him, straddling his hips and seated right on his clothed cock, which is still hard underneath your ass.

“I don’t want to actually get you pregnant,” he quickly explains and those words alone seem to be enough to stop the hysteria in its tracks. But he can see the confusion growing in its stead.

“Just think about it,” he encourages you, his voice dark and low and full of promise. “Me pumping you full of cum until your pussy can’t take any more. And you’d get so big and round with my baby. And everyone would know it’s because of me, that it’s my baby in there, that you belong to me. Isn't it kind of hot?”

He can see from the way your mouth is now slightly parted and how your chest is rising and falling just a bit faster that the picture he’s painted for you is doing more than just piquing your interest. A grin begins to grow on his lips when you start to squirm and he uses his hold on your hips to grind you down on his cock, making you gasp softly and clutch onto the fabric of his shirt.

“Satoru…” you trail off hesitantly but he doesn’t miss the slight whine in your tone. He grinds you down on him again, only this time much slower so that you can feel all of him.

“Just try it.”

And that’s how you end up naked with two pillows stacked underneath your lower back to prop up your hips as Gojo takes his time slowly thrusting his fat cock in and out of your swollen cunt. Your calves are resting against his shoulders, your ankles by his ears as he leans over you and bends you in a way that will almost certainly leave you sore tomorrow.

But none of that matters. All that matters is the way you tremble beneath him each time he sinks his cock into you until his hips are pressed up against your ass. It feels like he’s splitting you open with every deep thrust and you muffle your whimpers into the back of your wrist.

Mindlessly, you slide your free hand down your body until it stops right underneath your navel. The angle he has you in allows him to get so deep that you’re half-expecting to feel a bulge like this is some sort of hentai.

Gojo smirks down at the sight like he knows exactly what you’re thinking. Honestly, he’s kind of disappointed that life does not in fact mirror art because there’s nothing that he would love to see more than your belly bulging with every thrust of his cock

His smirk goes unnoticed by you since your eyelids are squeezed tightly shut, fat teardrops leaking from the corners of them and mixing with the dewy sheen of sweat that covers your entire body. You drop the hand from your stomach down to the bed, where your fingers desperately clutch onto the sheets.

His cock is dragging so perfectly along your walls with each thrust in and out of your pussy, which by now is positively dripping. You’re so wet that there’s a trail of your slick leaking from your entrance down the crack of your ass onto the pillow propping you up.

Of course, all of this is only exacerbated by the filth pouring from Gojo’s mouth.

“Fuck, your pussy’s so tight, baby. You’re clenching down so hard it’s like you’re trying to milk my cock. Is that what you’re trying to do, baby? You wanna milk my cock until your sweet pussy’s full of my cum?”

His words are loud in your ears, drowning out your own whimpers and the obscenely wet sound his cock makes every time he slides in and out of your cunt.

“Come on, baby,” he grunts and the pet name alone is enough to have your walls clamping down on his cock. “Tell me. You want my cum? Want me to fill you up until you’re stuffed with it? Want me to put a baby in you?”

You furiously nod and he chuckles at how desperate you are.

“You gotta say it out loud, baby,” he tells you, sounding almost regretful, like it’s just something that can’t be helped, like it’s out of his control. “Say it out loud, baby.”

Your eyelids flutter open and you look up at him, your vision blurred with the tears that won’t stop coming because he just feels so good. You lift your hand from where it had been covering your mouth, the back of your wrist wet from where you’ve drooled on your skin, as you reach for him, your fingers desperately burying themselves in his snow-white strands.

The stretch in your legs grows deeper, burning slightly, as he lets you pull his head down so that you can catch his lips with yours in a needy and sloppy kiss. When he breaks away from the kiss, a string of saliva follows, keeping his lips connected to yours.

“C’mon, baby,” he encourages, giving you a harder thrust to urge you on and his skin slaps loudly against yours as he does so.

“Breed me, daddy,” you finally breathe and his eyes go wide.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans as he hears the words roll off of your lips, his head dropping back and his face scrunching up. “Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s got you.”

He gives you one last messy kiss before sitting up on his knees, alleviating some of the burn in your aching muscles. But the relief is only momentary because this new angle allows him to hit your g-spot perfectly and you can’t hold back a high-pitched whine, your eyes squeezing shut once again. His thrusts begin to pick up speed and it feels like he’s forcing the air from your lungs every time his cock spears apart your walls.

But what really has you wailing and arching your back is how he licks the pad of his thumb — an unnecessary action considering that your folds are absolutely drenched — and starts to play with your slippery clit.

“Daddy’s gonna breed your sweet, sweet pussy,” he pants and his words stoke the fire that’s already raging through you from the tips of your fingers to the tips of your toes. “Gonna pump you with my cum until your stomach gets round with my baby and your tits get big with milk.”

“Daddy!” you absolutely scream, your vision turning white as you come. Your cunt clenches down so hard that his cock slips out of you as you squirt all over him, making his expression light up with joy at this newfound discovery.

“Oh, shit,” he laughs, only taking another moment to revel in the sight before he plunges his cock right back into your still-twitching pussy.

This time, he doesn’t hold back as he fucks you hard and fast, chasing his own end. The image of your cunt leaking his cum onto the sheets is fresh in his mind as he returns his thumb back to your clit.

You whine in protest, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes as you try to wiggle away from the overstimulation. But he won’t let you. In this position, you’re completely at his mercy and he wants to see if he can get you to squirt again.

“Fuck, gonna fill you up,” he groans, his hips and balls loudly smacking against your ass each time he bottoms out. “You’re gonna look so good, baby. Gonna look so good for daddy. Gonna get all round and beautiful and everyone’s gonna know it’s because of me.”

His running mouth combines with his perfectly placed thrusts and the stimulation to your swollen and abused clit. Before long, you’re gushing around him again, your loud moans echoing around the bedroom as your surroundings disappear, eclipsed by the pure, unadulterated pleasure that has you bowing up off the mattress and pillows underneath you.

Held captive by the endorphins rushing through your system, you completely miss the way Gojo groans and his hips stutter as he comes, emptying himself inside of you and filling you up just like he promised he would.

You slowly start to come back to the present when you feel Gojo’s softening cock slipping out of you and your eyes slowly open to see how his gaze is trained on the mess he’s left behind. Absently, you lament not having put down a towel.

Despite how your hands are tingling, you lift them up and hook them underneath the backs of your thighs and pull them towards you, opening yourself wider for his enjoyment. When he looks up at you, it’s with actual heart eyes.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he laughs before looking back down at your cunt and the trail of cum that’s now beginning to leak out of it.

He’s quick to scoop up the gobs of white that drop down onto the sheets with two fingers and shove them back inside your walls, making you sharply inhale and clench down at the stimulation. You suddenly see him perk up and you know that something just occurred to him — something that you’re probably not going to like.

“Hold on,” he says as he pats the side of your thigh with a grin. “Keep holding ’em open, okay?”

“Satoru…” you croon pathetically as he leaves you to reach over to the bedside table and grab his phone. When you see him fumbling with it, you pout. “Satoru! I don’t want a picture of this…”

Your actions contradict your whining because even as you protest, you hold your legs open wider.

“Come on, what else am I supposed to get off to when I’m away on a mission?” he asks as he points the camera of his phone directly at your pussy and begins to take a series of pictures in rapid succession. Your face warms as you hear the loud sound of the shutter, audible evidence that this moment will now live forever in the cloud.

“I don’t know,” you grumble as you continue to hold yourself open for him. “Probably the hundreds of other pictures and videos you have saved on your phone.”

He merely chuckles and you bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from asking him to send you some of them. You can just steal his phone and do it yourself when he’s not paying attention.

But then you hear your phone beginning to buzz incessantly on the nightstand and know that he’s already sending them to you. You scowl up at him — knowing some of the effect is probably lost considering your submissive pose — and he merely tosses you a playful wink.

He discards his phone off to the side before he leans down over you and gives your pouting lips an affectionate kiss. You release your legs and they flop down uselessly onto the bed. Gojo holds up your hips and removes the pillows beneath you before carefully lowering you down until you’re laying flat. You raise your arms high above your head and stretch, relishing the way your spine loudly pops.

You sigh contentedly as he drops down beside you, sliding his arm underneath your neck and pulling you into his side. His skin is slick and sweaty against yours and you’re overcome with the sudden urge to lick his chest but know that doing so will lead to something that you don’t have the energy for. Instead, you close your eyes and enjoy the intimacy as your heartbeat and breathing begin to calm.

But then a thought begins to creep into your mind and your eyelids flutter open to look at him. His own eyes are closed and you wonder if he’s drifting off to sleep.

“Our kinks don’t say anything about us, right?” you ask, your eyebrows knitted together thoughtfully.

“No, why would they?” he replies dismissively without even opening his eyes and you let out a small sigh of relief.

“Okay, good. Just checking,” you yawn but then you see one of Gojo’s eyes peek open and the corner of his lips start to inch upwards and whatever exhaustion you’re feeling is quickly replaced with trepidation.

“So, you can squirt?”

There’s plenty of mischief to be found in those four words and you roll your eyes and turn your back to him.

“Yes, I can squirt,” you sigh wearily and you can feel him shifting behind you.

“We’ve been together for how long and you’re just letting me find out now?” He sounds wounded and you scoff at his dramatics.

“It’s not my fault it took you this long to make it happen,” you tell him. “You know, my last boyfriend figured out how to make me do it after only a couple of months.”

He gasps like you’ve slapped him across the face and you’re almost disappointed that with your back to him, you’re unable to see the look on his face — especially when the next words leave your smirking lips.

“Guess the great Gojo Satoru isn’t great at everything.”

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #gojo thirst hours #jjk!chaos couple

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forever-rogue · 4 years

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Please, please, please can we have a second part to jealous Maxwell 😫.

Hmmm….I had a feeling y’all would do this to me, so here we are. Enjoy! Also, this is basically just dirty, dirty smut. 18+ only, please and thanks! Also, if you don't like some rough smut, don't read!

Part 2 to THIS!

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“Since you want to be a brat,” Maxwell’s lips barely left yours as he all but kicked open the door to your bedroom. Your hands were all over him as you worked to tug off the velvet suit jacket he was sporting and he was more than eager to assist, hastily tossing it onto the floor, “you’ll get treated like one. Until you learn to be a good girl.”

“Your threats are empty, Maxwell,” you smirked as you kicked off your heels. He grabbed your chin in his hand, his grip firm but still gentle as he forced you to look into his dark eyes. Normally they were a rich, honeyed brown, but now they were dark, almost completely black with a predatory look in them. You grabbed his wrist and moved a few fingers to your mouth, sucking on them eagerly as you left them covered in your rich, red lipstick, “what if this is what I wanted?”

“Get on your knees,” he worked hard to keep his composure as he hands went to your shoulders and he slowly pushed you to floor. Before your knees hit the ground, he tossed a pillow under them, ever the gentleman that he was, “you know what to do.”

"Hmmm,” you hummed in content as you reached for the button and zipper of his trousers, his pants already much tighter than before. You palmed him for a moment before slowly undoing the zipper and letting them pool at this feet before repeating the action with his underwear, “all for me?”

“Good girls don’t talk back,” he hissed as he watched you spit into your hand before taking him and started to slowly stroke along length. He was was hard, so hard already, precum already beading at the tip. He’d been trying to remain the picture of calm and composed since the moment he had spied you earlier. There was something about seeing you in that little black dress and those heels with that red lipstick that always sent him over the edge. Which you were fully aware of, of course. Your outfit for the evening had been very strategically picked.

“I never said I was a good girl,” you shot him a cheeky wink. He opened his mouth to say something else, but you beat him to the punch, talking him into your mouth and completely silencing him. Oh yes, you were fully aware of the hold you had over Maxwell Lord.

A hand went to the back of your head, holding you down on his cock as you sucked him off. Soon there was only the sounds of Maxwell’s light moans and you almost gagging around him. You put your hands on his hips as you encouraged him to move. With almost any other man you would abhorred the idea of letting them fuck your mouth, but with Maxwell, there was something…very appealing about it.

“Come on, love,” you said as you pulled off of him, wiping away a few of the stray tears that had rolled down your cheeks, “you know you want to. I want you to.”

That was all it took before he put his hand back on your head and pushed you onto his cock. He held you there for a moment, murmuring a slew of curses before he started to fuck your mouth. If you were able to, you would have been offering him a victorious little smirk. But instead, you did your best to make sure he was enjoying himself. Of course he was.

It wasn’t long before you felt him twitch in your mouth, dangerously close to cumming. It really hadn’t taken much on this particular evening, but then again, you’d been trying to get him riled up all evening.

“You’re going to swallow it all,” he insisted through gritted teeth as you batted your lashes at him. It only took a few more rough, sloppy thrusts before he was cumming in your mouth. You’d pulled back and opened your mouth, waiting until he’d offered you every last drop he had before swallowing it all.

You wiped your mouth as he out his hand to gently help you to your feet. Maxwell carefully wiped away the last few tears and cleaned the smudges of your lipstick, which was honestly beyond saving at this point. Before you could make any smart remarks, he kissed you; it was surprisingly delicate and soft for how rough he’d just been with you.

“I’m not done with you just yet,” he whispered against your lips before pulled back, and turning you around you were facing the bed. His large hand went to the zipper at the nape of your neck, and he slowly pulled it down. You shrugged out of it and let fall to floor. You had skipped wearing a bra, and were left only in a pair of lacy, cheeky panties. His hands were all over your ass as he yanked them down and let them join the dress.

“Max,” his name was a reverent whisper off your lips, and you were about to asked him for more, but his hand quickly gave you a harsh smack. A sound of delight left your lips as you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second, “please.”

“You like this, don’t you?” he brought his hand back down to your hand ass, spanking you a few more times, and all you could do was bite your lip to keep from crying out, "look at you, pretty girl. So needy...apparently this is the way to get you to listen."

"Please Maxwell," you tried to grab his hand but he gently swatted yours away, instead he gently nudged you onto the bed. You land on the soft, plush blankets with a small oof.

"What is it that you want?" he asked as he stood between your legs, his fingers raking softly over the skin of your thighs, "tell me."

"You," you mewled at him, wishing he would just touch you already, "please, Max. I need to feel you."

"Ahh, so you can be good," you could practically hear the smirk in his voice. You were about to make a smart remark but he cut you off but sliding his fingers between your wet folds, touching you lightly and only for a brief moment. It wasn't nearly enough, "you love this, don't you? You're so wet. All for me?"

"You're such a bastard," you almost laughed, "God, I love you."

"I love you, darling," he promised, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. A tender moment but it quickly ended as he put his hand under your hips, making it so you were on all fours, "but now, you're mine."

"I'm yours alwayssss," your words were cut off in a sound of pleasure as he entered you, quickly bottoming out. You felt so full and warm, and wished this feeling would last forever, "Maxwell."

His hands had your hips in a vice like grip as he wasted no time in pounding into you. It was rough and brutal - but oh so delicious.

"Fuck," he hissed as you pulled up and held you against his chest. He buried his face in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, nipping at your skin, "you feel so good."

"'m not gonna last," you said as you reached behind you and ran a hand through his golden locks.

"You're going to cum for me," he growled in your ear, "and I'm going to fill you up."

That was all it took before you saw nothing but stars and reached your high with him following close behind, spilling inside of you. You all but collapsed on the bed, pulling him on top of you, a happy sigh escaped both as you tried to catch your breath.

"You're an ass, Maxwell," you laughed as you turned to kiss him.

"I love you, little brat."

#maxwell lord #maxwell lord x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #ww84

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volleyball-dontknowher · 4 years

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NSFW Kenma Headcanons

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Warnings: NSFW

Requests open!

Okay so sex with Kenma goes a lot of different ways

Sometimes it is calm and slow and he is going to be kissing your neck as he slowly fucks you in missionary with his hair over the two of you

little moans of each other’s names and tiny moans are shared between the two of you in the moment and it is calm and sweet

This is going to happen when you guys are emotionally needy or when you are both tired, it is super sweet and he is going to treat you so well and you are both going to come and just go to sleep together afterwards like it is so emotionally fulfilling like it’s calm but so pleasurable

SO sweet like he is going to cup your cheek and kiss you while he thrusts into you slowly

Some nights the two of you have sex on the couch after the show you were watching turns lame and you both just want something else to do

That usually starts with you kissing his neck and giving him lots of little looks during the show, as he gets bored with it too he starts realizing more and more what you want

You usually are on his lap riding him this way and his hands are on your breasts and hips as you both chase release

Other nights it is going to be kinky like he is going to be a total dom and want you to do as he says when he says it

It isn’t super often but when you wear something sexy or he gets horny on his own you are going to be in for a full night

Like he can spend the whole night up pleasing you, like he usually goes to bed late and can stay up forever especially if it is for you and makes you feel good

You are going to have to ask him to come every single time and if he says no you better not because if you do you are not going to be allowed to for a while

like he is going to push you and wants you to be super good for him and if you are he is going to make you come several times in one night because he can

Is totally into you pulling on and messing with his hair, will even tie it back so you have it more together and so it doesn’t get in the way of the two of you

When he is not streaming he is going to have a hand on your thigh or on your boob when you sit next to him while gaming (if the game allows some do, some don’t) just as a hey kinda thing

He gets super nervous with you sending nudes, he tells you it’s because he is worried about his crazy fans hacking into his phone, but really he just gets so flustered that he can’t do anything else for the rest of the day when you do

Like his mind drifts back to you and your naked form every time he is doing anything even kind of important

Don’t get me wrong, he sends you back filthy shit too like he is going to tell you how much more beautiful you would be if you had his cock in your mouth but like he still doesn't always appreciate it (especially when he is at a con or something for his channel and you send him that before he goes on like he is going to lose his mind)

If you do that when he is out of town he is going to come back and literally fuck you so hard that you don’t know what hit you like you need to take the next day off of work because baby boy was pissed off and needed to pushish you for being bad and also get his release

If you ever send him pictures of you in one of his merch shirts and nothing else he is going to lose his damn mind like that was not what the apparel was made for, it was made for a way for his fans to support him and now all he can think about is you naked underneath it and he can’t wear it for a week after that because every time it turns him on

Suck his dick while he is gaming

Do it

You are going to fill every single one of his fantasies

Like he is going to try and argue with you about it if he is streaming or working but if not he is going to throw his controller down and just put his hands in your hair as you bob your head up and down on his dick

If he is streaming he is going to try and push you away but not really like he is going to be hard in an instant like it’s not even funny

When you start by using your hand he is going to put his hand in your hair and is really good at keeping his face from showing anything

But when your mouth around him he has to close his eyes for a second and runs his fingers through his hair

If anyone asks he just has to sneeze and he is totally not getting a blowjob

If you get him when he is live he is going to push your head down onto his cock and force his come down your throat or he is going to pull out and come all over your face while making you stay silent because he is working

Sometimes will even ask you for something in his deep commanding voice when you finish just to watch you squirm as you go and get it for him

Is literally a sugar daddy

He is going to pay for everything for you like do not try and pay or he is going to get pissed like that is not your place, his job is to take care of you and you better let him do that

Will buy you really nice lingerie just to rip it off of you

Or will have you wear it around the house just so he can see your body and it is going to fit you perfectly

When he doesn’t buy it he is going to send you out with his card to buy new things to wear because he wants you to look and feel good all the time

He also loves to run his hands up and down your body when you dress nice and is going to kiss the side of your neck and really just can’t wait to get back home with you

When he goes to eat you out he is going to use his fingers so perfectly and is super strategic on how he is going to eat you out, like if he wants you to be whiny and close but not actually come he does things just enough to keep you on edge like he knows exactly what to do

BUt if he wants you to come he literally can have you moaning under him and have you come in literally a couple of minutes

Like if you are needy and he wants to game he is going to lay you down, push down your pants and eat you out until you are satisfied and then he is going to go back to his games and just leave you there

If you get needy and he is trying to finish his level he is going to have you sit on his cock until he is done like he is going to pull you on his cock and tells you that if you make a peep you are not going to come at all that night and he is going to take his time with you but he is not going to let you come like he is going to straight up come in you then go back to his game no matter how much you beg for him like he does not care

In bed he likes to handcuff you to the bed frame so that he can do what he wants with you without you trying to pressure him into going any faster than he wants to and so he gets to have as much fun with you as he wants

Is secretly a boob guy like he loves to kiss and leave marks all over your boobs like he does not like to leave marks where other people can see them but if you are wearing a shirt that shows any sort of cleavage then people are going to see hickeys left there because he is going to constantly leave marks

Like he is going to flick your nipples between his teeth and is going to take a moment for that always

Also will fuck your tits if you are bad and he doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction of even touching you down there and he honestly kinda loves it like he comes so fast and he wishes that he could last longer but he just makes it so that he has to punish again so that he can do it

He typically loves being able to see your face when you two are doing it but sometimes he wants to just fuck you from behind

Like tease him enough and you are going to end up bent over his gaming table with his hands grabbing your hair and pulling you back to kiss him like he probably still has his headphones on as he literally pounds into you

He is usually pretty quiet and lets out little moans and sometimes little praises for you

You need to moan his name and let him hear you that he is doing a good job like even though he dominant and controlling he is also going to get nervous and wants you to enjoy it too

Will not actually hurt you like he will leave you needy or handcuff you but he is not going to harm you

Loves kisses after sex like he is going to be super soft and clinging to you with kisses on your temple and forehead

This will be one of the really sweet moments where he tells you he loves you and how much you mean to him

Loves holding your hands and being the big spoon for you so that you can just lay there peacefully together

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #writing #hq kenma #kenma imagine #kenma headcanons #kenma kozume #kenma #nekoma kenma #nekoma imagine #nekoma #haikyuu nekoma #haikyuu #kenma x reader #kenma x you #kenma x y/n #request

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dontshootmespence · 4 years

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Through It All

Part 21

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,153

Warnings: Biting, biting, biting. P in v. Little bit of oral. Come

A/N: This is my next entry for @cm-kinkbingo run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt. This fulfills my odaxelagenia square.

Miraculously, Charlotte is still asleep. Strips of sunlight, interrupted by the blinds on the windows, blanket your bare skin in morning warmth. It’s blinding you, but you’re too comfortable and melted into the sheets and Spencer’s embrace to move, instead choosing to close your eyes against the light.

Spencer breathes steadily, his head cradling into the back of your neck and for a few minutes you revel in the silence before he gently stirs behind you. “Mmmorning,” he mumbles, playfully squeezing one of your boobs. “Love these.”

“What, boobs? Or nice, relaxing mornings?” Turning your back against the sun, you arch yourself into Spencer’s arms and tip your head up, kissing the underside of his chin. He’s got a little bit of stubble because he hasn’t shaved in a few days, but you happen to like him with some scruff. When he palms your breasts again, you laugh.

“Both,” he insists. “But I meant these. Always been a boob man. And an ass man. You can’t make me choose.”

You love it when he gets all rambly, just allowing himself to be. Because you know that everything he’s saying is unbridled and real and raw. For years, he hadn’t allowed himself to be that way, and according to him, you were one of the only people he’d ever granted the privilege. “Charlotte still asleep?” He asks.

“Yup. Thank the gods she sleeps through the night now.” A thought re-enters your brain from the night before, and honestly the night before that. Nearly a month now. “Hey, Spence, you awake enough for a talk? Like a family talk?”

Spencer’s eyes pop open and a small smile cracks across his face. “Yea, what’s in that beautiful head of yours?” Sitting up, he pushes himself against the pillows and gathers you to his chest.

You swallow against the lump in your throat. He’s your fucking husband, so you don’t know why you’re so nervous. “You’ve always wanted more than one kid, right?”

“Yea,” he says, trailing off, a hint of a smile in his voice.

Muscles shake softly as your heartbeat races. “Do you think we’re ready for another? I’ve always wanted our kids to grow up together. Not a lot of years between them, you know?”

Spencer places his index finger underneath your chin and guides you to look at him. “Me too,” he replies. There’s that hunger in his eyes again. Even though you have dark circles under your eyes that look like they’re packing on vacation and stretch marks galore, he still looks at you like you’re the center of the universe. “Did you want to be pregnant again? Or adoption?”

Adoption had been discussed in the past. “I’m not sure just yet. I mean, I did love being pregnant with Charlotte, but my body went through a lot. And I always wonder about kids out there looking for a home, you know?”

“We don’t have to decide just yet,” he replies, nibbling gently on your shoulder. Goosebumps start to form on your skin as Spencer’s fingers ghost up and down your arms. He presses his lips to your shoulder and slowly starts kissing and nibbling up the side of your neck. “If Charlotte’s still asleep, maybe we can…?”

Chuckling under your breath, you turn toward him and place your knees on either side of his, straddling him and pinning his hardening cock in between your stomachs. You wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him, grasping his bottom lip between your teeth. He groans at your roughness, his earlier mischievousness dissolving into something much more feral.

Hands graze up and down your back, fingernails gently scraping at your skin. You arch into him and tug hard at his bottom lip. When his eyes fly open again, they’re dark with need. “Get on your side,” he instructs, his voice a mixture of needy and early-morning husky.

Quickly, you flip over to your side into the mattress and lift your leg without Spencer even having to ask. With roughened palms, he pulls it back and grunts into your hair as he lines his cock up at your entrance. Every time, it’s like coming home. Everything feels right.

“Fuck, Spence.” You bite your lip and whine at the stretch. “Just like that.” Thrusting back onto him, you curl into yourself and grab his free hand, pulling it under your body placing it over your mound. “Finger your little pussy while you fuck me. Mark me.”

Spencer growls into your neck and grazes his teeth along the side, licking at your pulse point before biting down. You can feel his teeth push into your skin, his tongue rolling over the reddening skin to soothe it as he bucks into you. “Fuck, you get even tighter when I do this. You like being marked?”

That’s the understatement of the century.

Unable to form words, you respond by squeezing around him with each pass, rolling your hips against his sweet assault. But it’s not enough. You need him deeper and harder and faster. More. More of everything.

Words fail you. No instructions emerging. Instead, you pull off him frantically and turn around, pushing down against his shoulders so you can straddle him instead. “Need to fuck you.” He holds himself steady so you can slip back onto his length, moaning at the fullness from this angle.

Leveraging the strength in your knees, you move up and down on his length and grab his hair. “Watch.”

Spencer lets out a guttural moan that makes you smile. Makes you want to fill the air in the room with nothing but his groans. “Fuck, Y/N. Get over here.” Grabbing you by the back of the neck, he pulls you down flush against him and bites at your neck as you bounce your ass up and down.

With each pass, you change the rhythm, tighten yourself around him. You pull out any and every trick in the book to get him to bite harder, lose control. When his teeth bring that bit of pain that you’re looking for, you cry out and impale yourself on him, shaking and trembling before you quickly push back and take him in your mouth. The second your lips wrap around him he comes, pushing down on your head and sheathing himself in your throat.

Smiling, you swallow and pull off him with a satisfying pop. And as if on cue, you hear Charlotte start to stir. “I got it babe,” you laugh. “Try and calm yourself down before I get back.”

He laughs and pushes his hands through his hair. “That’s gonna be difficult.”

After a couple hours of tending to Charlotte’s needs and getting ready for your day outing with the BAU, you dress strategically, popping your jacket collar and fixing it so that no one else will be able to see the marks he left on you.

That’s just for you.

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#through it all #the most natural thing in the world #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #dontshootmespence

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dustedmagazine · 3 years

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Dust Volume 7, Number 4

Axel Ruley x Verbo Flow

A little bit of optimism is creeping into the air as Dusted writers start to get their shots. We’re all starting to think about live music, maybe outside, maybe this summer. But as the spate of freak snow storms demonstrates, summer’s not here yet, and in the meantime, piles of records and gigs of MP3s beckon. This early spring version of Dust covers the map, literally, with artists representing Pakistan, Australia, Canada, Sweden, the UK and the USA, and stylistically with jazz, rock, punk, rap, improv and many other genres in play. Contributors include Jennifer Kelly, Justin Cober-Lake, Bill Meyer, Ray Garraty, Patrick Masterson, Tim Clarke and Bryon Hayes.

Arooj Aftab — Vulture Prince (New Amsterdam)

Vulture Prince by Arooj Aftab

Arooj Aftab is a classical composer originally from Pakistan but now living in Brooklyn. Vulture Prince, her third full-length album, blends the bright clarity of new age music with the fluid, non-Western vocal tones of her Central Asian roots. “Last Night,” from an old Rumi poem but sung mostly in English, lilts in dub-scented syncopation, the thump and pop of stand-up bass underlining its bittersweet melody. An interlude in some other language shifts the song entirely, pitting vintage reggae reverberation against an exotic melisma. “Mohabbat” (which is apparently Urdu for sex) soothes in the pristine instrumentals, lucid guitars, a horn, scattered drumbeats, but smolders and beckons in the vocals. None of these tracks feel wholly traditional or wholly Western and modern day, but sit somewhere in a well-lit, idealized space. Timeless and placeless, Vulture Prince is nonetheless very beautiful.

Jennifer Kelly

Assertion — Intermission (Spartan)

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Intermission comes from an alternate timeline. Founding drummer William Goldsmith started his musical career in Sunny Day Real Estate and had a notable stint with Foo Fighters. To cut the biography short, Goldsmith took a decade off from the music industry. He's returned now with Assertion, joined by guitarist/vocalist Justin Tamminga and bassist Bryan Gorder (both of Blind Guides, among other acts). This band picks up in the late 1990s, imagining a new path for post-hardcore/post-grunge music. The trio's name suits, as the songs' energy and the lyrical assertiveness develops the intensity of the release. The group works carefully with dynamics, neither parroting the loud-quiet tradition nor simply pushing their emo leanings toward 11.

“The Lamb to the Slaughter Pulls a Knife” epitomizes the album. The track sounds like Foo Fighters decided to get dirtier rather than more arena-friendly, while the lyrics mix violence with emotional persistence. First single “Supervised Suffering” finds triumph in endurance, turning the aggressive chorus into something of a victory. “Set Fire” closes the album with something more delicate, but it's just the gauze over a seething anger. Goldsmith's time off seems to have served him well, as does collaborating with some new partners. Assertion makes its case clearly and effectively, and if the intermission's over for Goldsmith, the second half sounds promising.

Justin Cober-Lake

Michael Beach — Dream Violence (Goner/Poison City)

Dream Violence by Michael Beach

“De Facto Blues,” from Michael Beach’s fourth solo album, is a barn-burner of a song, rough and messy and passionate, the kind of song that makes you want to take a stand on something, who cares what as long as it matters to you. It snarls like Radio Birdman, slashes like the Wipers and follows its muse through chaos to righteousness like an off-cut from Crazy Horse, just back from rockin’ the free world. It’s got Matt Ford and Inez Tulloch from Thigh Master on guitar and bass, respectively, Utrillo Kushner from Colossal Yes (and Comets on Fire) on drums, and Kelley Stoltz at the boards, and it’s a killer. The rest of the album is varied and, honestly, not uniformly astounding, but there’s a nice Summer of Love-style psych dream in “Metaphysical Dice,” a slow-burning post-rocker in the title track and a driving, pounding punk anthem in the opener “Irregardless.” Beach has been splitting his time between San Francisco and Melbourne, Australia, and lately settled on Melbourne, where he will fit like a native into their thriving punk-garage scene.

Jennifer Kelly

Bloop — Proof (Lumo)

Proof by BLOOP (Lina Allemano / Mike Smith)

The trumpet is already a catalog of sound effects waiting to happen, and Lina Allemano knows the table of contents by heart. So, to shake things up, she has paired up with electronic musician Mike Smith, who contributes live processing and effects to Allemano’s improvisations. A blind listen to Proof might leave you with the impression that you’re hearing a horn player jamming with some outer space cats, and we’re not talking about hip, lingo-slinging jazz dudes. In fact, everything on these eight tracks happened in real time. Smith’s a strategic intervener, aware that too much sauce can spoil the stew, so he mixes up precise layering and pitch-shifting with more disorienting transformations. It’s hard to say how much Allemano responds to the simulacra that surround her brass voice, but there’s no denying the persuasiveness of her melodic and timbral ideas.

Bill Meyer

Bris — Tricky Dance Moves (TrueStory Entertainment)

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Bris left some music behind when he died in 2020, but it took almost a year to shape these recordings into a proper CD. The label CEO Mac J (a fine artist himself) could easily capitalize on his friend’s death, stacking Tricky Dance Moves with features from the artists Bris never would have worked with. Yet the album was prepared with the utmost care, not giving an ugly Frankenstein monster feel. Bris’s references to his possible early death are scattered throughout the whole tape: “Heard they wanna pop Bris cause they mad I’m poppin.” Almost every song could be easily turned into a prophetic tale (a cheap move one wants to avoid at all costs). Nonetheless, something is missing here. Or maybe it is just an image of death that disturbs the whole picture, making us realize that this is the last we’d hear from Bris.

Ray Garraty

Dreamwell — Modern Grotesque (self-released)

Modern Grotesque by Dreamwell

I recently read an interview with Providence’s Dreamwell breaking down in almost excruciating detail the influences that led to the quintet’s sophomore full-length Modern Grotesque. I kept scrolling past Daughters and Deftones and Deafheaven and increasingly disconnected influences like The Mountain Goats and Nina Simone. I went back to the top and looked again. I typed Ctrl+F and put in “Thursday.” Nothing. This is preposterous. I may not be in the post-hardcore trenches the way I once was, but even I’d know a good Full Collapse homage if it swung a mic right into my face the way this one did; hell, just listen to “The Lost Ballad of Dominic Anneghi” and tell me singer Keziah Staska doesn’t know every single word of “Paris in Flames.” That may not look like flattery on a first read, but too often, bands striding the emo/pop divide have chased the latter into sub-Taking Back Sunday oblivion; what Thursday did was much harder, and Dreamwell has ably taken up the torch here. That they did it unintentionally is a curious, bewildering footnote.

Patrick Masterson

Paul Dunmall / Matthew Shipp / Joe Morris / Gerald Cleaver — The Bright Awakening (Rogue Art)

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It’s a bit perplexing that reeds player Paul Dunmall hasn’t spent more time playing with American musicians. He’s firmly situated within the English improvisation community, where he’s perhaps best known for his longer tenure with the quartet Mujician, and his ability to double on bagpipes has allowed him to establish links between improvised and folk music. But

his jazz-rooted approach makes him a natural to work in settings such as this one. When Dunmall toted his tenor to the Vision Festival in 2012 (even then, it could be costly to lug multiple horns on a plane), he found three sympatico partners in Fest regulars pianist Matthew Shipp, double bassist Joe Morris and drummer Gerald Cleaver. They all hit the ground running, generating a barrage of pulsing, roiling sound for over 20 minutes before the piano and drums peel off, leaving Morris to sustain momentum alone. Dunmall’s gruff, spiraling lines find common cause with each of his fellows, and the gradual addition and subtraction of players from that point makes it easier to hear the exchange of ideas, which often seem to take place between dyads operating within the larger flow.

Bill Meyer

Editrix — Tell Me I’m Bad (Exploding in Sound)

Tell Me I'm Bad by Editrix

Wendy Eisenberg’s rock band is like her solo output in that it snarls delicate, self-aware, mini-short stories in complex tangles of guitar, hemming in high, sing-song-y verses with riffs and licks of daunting difficulty. The main differences are speed, volume and aggression (i.e. it rocks.) and a certain communal energy. That’s down to two collaborators who can more than keep up, Josh Daniel on surging, rattling, break-it-all-down percussion and Steve Cameron, equally anarchic and fast on bass. The title track is an all-out rager, thrusting jagged arena riffs of guitar and bass forward, then clearing space for off-kilter verses and time-shifting, irregular instrumental interplay. “Chelsea” follows a similar chaotic pattern, setting up a teeth-shaking cadence of rock instruments, with Eisenberg keening over the top of it. “I know, perfectly well, that we’re not safe, safe from the men in power,” she croons, engaged in the knotting difficulties of the world as we know it, but winning.

Jennifer Kelly

Elephant Micah — Vague Tidings (Western Vinyl)

Vague Tidings by Elephant Micah

The new Elephant Micah album, the follow-up to 2018’s excellent Genericana, has an apposite title. Vague Tidings conveys an atmosphere of feeling conscious of something carried on the wind, a story passed on that may have shifted through various iterations, leaving only a sense of its original meaning. All that can be sure is that this is sad, sober music, unafraid to brace against the chill of mortality and speak of all that is felt. The instruments — guitar, piano, percussion, violin and woodwinds — move around Joseph O’Connell’s voice in stiff yet graceful arcs, distanced by an unspoken etiquette. Repetitive melodic figures, stark yet steady, gradually accumulate weight as they roll along like tumbleweeds. It’s a crisp, forlorn country-blues, in no hurry to get nowhere, carrying ancient wisdom that seems to acknowledge the empty resonance of its own import.

Tim Clarke

Fraufraulein — Solum (Notice Recordings)

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Fraufraulein’s music is immersive. Anne Guthrie and Billy Gomberg beam themselves, and us along with them, Quantum Leap-style directly into multiple environments in medias res. Through the clever employment of field recordings, they transport us to a hurricane-addled beach, performing a voice/piano duet as driftwood missiles careen through the air. In another “episode,” the manipulation of small objects conjures up the intimacy of a water garden filled with windchimes. Partners in both life and art, Guthrie and Gomberg are also consummate solo artists. He is a master of spike-textured drones, while she explores the intimate properties of physical entities. Like a child tends to resemble one parent while borrowing subtle traits from the other, Solum identifies more with Guthrie’s electroacoustic tendencies than it does with Gomberg’s electronics. This is in stark contrast to 2015’s Extinguishment, which felt a little more balanced between those two modes. Both approaches work, yet Solum feels more meticulously crafted and nuanced. Careful listening unveils multiple subtle tones and textures, and each piece is an adventure for the ears.

Bryon Hayes

Gerrit Hatcher / Rob Magill / Patrick Shiroishi — Triplet Fawns (Kettle Hole)

Triplet Fawns by Gerrit Hatcher / Rob Magill / Patrick Shiroishi

The album’s title implies a crew you wouldn’t want on your yard; while those adolescent ungulate appetites do a number on your bushes, the hooves are hacking up your grass. But if they knocked on your door, saxophone cases in their respective hands, you could do worse than invite them around the back for some blowing. Hatcher, Magill and Shiroishi present with sufficient lung power to be heard fine without the reflective assistance of walls, even when they aren’t making like Sonore (that was Gustafsson, Vandermark, and Brötzmann, about a dozen years back). This album, which was released in a micro-edition of 100 CD-Rs on Hatcher’s Kettle Hole imprint, builds gradually from restrained melancholy to pointillistic jousting to a climactic blow-out, and the assured development of each piece suggests that each player was listening not only to what each of the others was doing, but where the music was headed.

Bill Meyer

A.Karperyd — GND (Novoton)

GND by A.Karperyd

On his second solo release, GND, Swedish artist Andreas Karperyd broodingly ruminates on snatches of musical ideas that have been percolating in his consciousness over extended periods. Anyone familiar with his 2015 debut, Woodwork, will find these 55 minutes similarly immersive, as Karperyd manipulates live instruments such as piano and strings into shimmering, alien tapestries. Opener “The Well-Defined Rules of Certainty” appears to take Fennesz’s Venice as its blueprint, issuing forth cascading, percolating tones that tickle the ears. “The Desire to Invoke Balance with Our Eyes Closed” and “Failures and Small Observations” have a Satie-esque elegance to their piano lines, albeit refracted via a hall of mirrors. The 12-minute “Reminiscence of Tar” sounds like a slow-motion pan across the hulking mass of a shadowy space station. And closing track “Mummification of an Empire” slowly fries its piano in static, then unfurls wistful melodica and throbbing synth across the wreckage.

Tim Clarke

Kiwi Jr. — Cooler Returns (Subpop)

Cooler Returns by Kiwi jr

Kiwi Jr.’s brash, brainy indie pop punk vibrates with nervy energy, like the first Feelies album or Violent Femmes’ 1983 debut or that one great S-T from the Soft Pack. Those are all opening salvos for their respective bands, but this one is a second outing, suffering not a bit from sophomore slackening. Instead, Cooler Returns tightens up everything that was already stinging on the Toronto band’s debut and adds a giddy careening glee. An oddball thread of Robin Hood-ness runs through the disc, with Sherwood forest getting a nod in the title track and “Maid Marian’s Toast” tipping the love interest, but these songs are anything but archaic. “Undecided Voters,” the single jangles harder than anything I’ve heard since Woolen Men, slyly upending creative pretensions in a verse that goes: “You take a photo of the CN tower/you take another of the Honest Ed sign/Well, I take photos of your photos/and they really move people.” Has it been done before? Maybe. Does it move us. Yes indeed.

Jennifer Kelly

Kool John — Get Rich, Die $moppin ($moplife Entertainment)

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A year ago, Kool John was shot six times. Yet you wouldn’t know about it from the general mood of Get Rich, Die $moppin, his first tape since then. He does name one song “6 Shots” and explicitly mentions the shooting accident a few times on other songs, but his bouncy music says he wasn’t hurt bad after all. The beats perfectly match the rhymes, playfully ignorant and ignorantly playful. Kool John still doesn’t mix with broke people, doesn’t return calls if it’s not about money and “doesn’t get stressed out.” Instead, he gets high. His new tape is nothing groundbreaking, even though he’s pretending that is: “If I had no legs I’d still be outstanding.”

Ray Garraty

Nick Mazzarella / Quin Kirchner — See or Seem: Live at the Hyde Park Jazz Festival (Out Of Your Head)

See or Seem: Live at the Hyde Park Jazz Festival by Nick Mazzarella / Quin Kirchner

Perhaps the most remarkable thing about this recording is that the titular festival happened at all. While most festivals either canceled or went on line, Chicago’s Hyde Park Jazz Festival dealt with COVID by spreading out. Instead of big stages and indoor shows, last September it staged little pop-up events on sidewalks and in parks. So, if the sound of See or Seem feels a bit diffuse, it’s because it was recorded with a device propped in front of two guys playing on a grassy median. There are moments when the buzz of bugs rises up for a second behind Nick Mazzarella’s darting alto sax and Quin Kirchner’s brisk, mercurial beats. But the thrill of actually playing in front of some people (or actually being surrounded by them; when there’s no stage and social distancing is in effect, it makes sense to walk slow circles around the performers) infuses this music, extracting an extra ounce of joyousness from Mazzarella’s free, boppish lines, and adding a restlessness charge to the drumming, as though Kirchner really wanted to squeeze as much music as possible into this 31-minute set. This release is part of Out Of Your Head Records’ Untamed series of download-only albums recorded under less than pristine conditions. A portion of each title’s income is directed to a charity of the artists’ choice; the duo selected St. Jude’s Children’s Research Hospital.

Bill Meyer

Dean McPhee — Witch’s Ladder (Hood Faire)

Witch's Ladder by Dean McPhee

Finger-picked melodies cut through haunted landscapes of echo and hum on this fourth LP from the British guitarist Dean McPhee. Track titles like “The Alchemist” and “Witch’s Ladder” evoke the supernatural, as does the spectral ambient tone, reminiscent of Chuck Johnson’s recent Cinder Grove or Mark Nelson’s last Pan•American album. Yet while an e-bow traces ghostly chills through “The Alder Tree,” there’s also a grounding in lovely, well-rooted folk forms; it’s like seeing a familiar landscape in moonlight, well-known landmarks suddenly turned unearthly and strange. The long closing title track has an introspective air. Pensive, jazz-infused runs flower into bright bursts of notes, not quite blues, not quite folk, not quite jazz, not quite anything but gorgeous.

Jennifer Kelly

Moontype — Bodies of Water (Born Yesterday)

Bodies of Water by Moontype

Margaret McCarthy’s voice swims across your headphones like being on an innertube drifting languidly downstream. Typically, saying someone’s vocals are like water indicates a degree of timidity or laziness, obscured in reverb or simply buried by the mix, but on Moontype’s debut LP, it’s a compliment: McCarthy floats across the different styles of music she makes with guitarist Ben Cruz and drummer Emerson Hunton. You notice it not just because she often sings of water or because it’s right there in the title, but also because the Chicago trio hasn’t settled on any particular style yet — just listen to the three-song stretch at the heart of the record where achingly beautiful alt-country ballad “3 Weeks” leads into “When You Say Yes,” a sub-three-minute power-pop number Weezer ought to be jealous of, followed immediately by crunching alt-rock swoon and first single “Ferry.” All the while, McCarthy lets her melodies drift to the will of the songs. I’m reminded of recent efforts from Great Grandpa, Squirrel Flower and Lucy Dacus, but the brief, jazzy curveball of “Alpha” is a peek into whole other possibilities. Bodies of Water is a fine record, but perhaps its most exciting aspect is how much ground you can see Moontype has already conquered. One can’t help but wonder what sonic worlds awash in water await.

Patrick Masterson

Rob Noyes / Joseph Allred — Avoidance Language (Feeding Tube)

Avoidance Language by Rob Noyes and Joseph Allred

The 12-string guitar can emit such a prodigious amount of sound, and there are two of them on Avoidance Language. If Joseph Allred and Rob Noyes had planned things out in order to avoid canceling each other out, they might never have picked their instruments up, so they just started playing and listening. The result is not so much a summing of two broad spectrums of sound, but an instinctual blending of similar textures that ends up sounding significantly different from what either musician does on their own. Even when Allred switches to harmonium or banjo, as he does on the album’s two shorter tracks, the music rushes in torrential fashion. Their collaboration is so compatible that it often seems more like a recital for one big stringed thing played by one four-handed musician than a doubled instrumental duet.

Bill Meyer

NRCSSSST — S-T (Slimstyle)

NRCSSST by NRCSSST

There’s no “I” in NRCSSSST but there’s plenty of swagger. The Atlanta-based synth pop band, formed around Coathangers drummer and singer Stephanie Luke and Dropsonic’s Dan Dixon, taunts and teases in its opening salvo “All I Ever Wanted.” Luke rasps appealingly atop Spoon-style piano banging, and big shout along choruses erupt from sudden flares of synths. It’s all hedonism, but done with conviction. You haven’t heard a big rock song kick up this much fun in ages. “Love Suicide” bangs just as hard, its bass line muttering like a crazy person, unstable and ready to explode (and yet it doesn’t, it maintains its restraint even when the rest of the cut goes deliriously off the rails). Dixon can really sing, too, holding the long vibrating notes that lift these prickly jams into anthemry. It’s been a while since a band reminded me of INXS and U2 without sucking, but here we are. Sometimes guilty pleasures are just pleasures.

Jennifer Kelly

Zeena Parkins / Mette Rasmussen /Ryan Sawyer — Glass Triangle (Relative Pitch)

Glass Triangle by Zeena Parkins, Mette Rasmussen, Ryan Sawyer

Harpist Zeena Parkins and Ryan Sawyer have a long-standing partnership in the trio substitutes Moss Garden, a chamber improv ensemble with pianist Ryan Ross. But swapping in Danish alto saxophonist Mette Rasmussen brings about a change, not just in instrumentation, but attitude. She plays free jazz like a punk, impatient and aggressive, and Parkins and Sawyer are up for the challenge. This music often plays out like a battle between two titans, one blowing and the other pummeling, while Parkins seeks to liquify the ground upon which they stand. She sticks exclusively to an electric harp whose effects-laden tone is disorientingly alien, blinking beacon-like one moment, low as a backhoe engage in earth removal the next. The combination of new and old relationships promotes a combination of instability and trust that yields splendid results.

Bill Meyer

claire rousay — A Softer Focus (American Dreams)

a softer focus by claire rousay

In film, soft focus is a technique of contrast reduction that lends a scene a dreamlike quality. With A Softer Focus, claire rousay imbues her already intimate compositions with a noctilucent aura. She has created a dreamworld with sound. One glimpse at the glowing flowers that grace the cover art created by visual artist Dani Toral, with whom rousay closely collaborated on this release, and the illusory nature of the record is revealed. The reds, oranges, blues and purples of deep twilight are reflected in both the textures rousay weaves into her soundscapes and the visual themes that Toral conjures. Violin, cello, piano and synth are the musical origins of this warmth, which rousay wraps around environments crafted from the sounds of everyday life. She recorded herself moving about her apartment, visiting a farmer’s market, observing kids playing and just existing. These field recordings of the mundane, when coupled with the radiance of the musical elements, are magical. Snatches of conversation become incantations; auto-tuned vocals are the whisperings of spirits; fireworks explode into brilliant shards of crystal. With A Softer Focus, rousay takes a glimpse into the beauty of the everyday, showing us just how precious our most humdrum moments can be.

Bryon Hayes

Axel Rulay x Verbo Flow — Si Es Trucho Es Trucho / Axel Rulay (La Granja)

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Axel Rulay must be kicking himself right now. With more than three million plays on the original version and more than five million on the remix that adds verses from Farruko and El Alfa into the fray, the Dominican is cruising into our second pandemic summer with an unbeatable poolside anthem — and to think, after years of clawing his way up through the industry dregs, working to get his name out there, all he had to do was make himself the chorus over Venezuelan producer Manybeat’s 2019 tropical house trip “El Tiempo.” Presto: Massive visibility in the Spanish-speaking world and a song that ought to transcend any linguistic barriers unlocked even if the best I can manage is a title that translates as “If It’s Trout It’s Trout.” Expect that long-desired Daddy Yankee collabo to follow any day now.

Patrick Masterson

Rx Nephew — Listen Here Are You Here to Hear Me (NewBreedTrapper)

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Rochester rapper Rx Nephew trailed brother-turned-archrival-turned-back Rx Papi’s coming out party 100 Miles and Walk’in by just a few weeks with the 53-minute all-in proposition Listen Here Are You Here to Hear Me. Unlike Papi’s Max B-ish smoothness, Nephew is all rough n’ tumble through these 17 tracks, provocative pump action with narrative bursts of violence and street hustling delivered with a verve most akin to DaBaby or, in some of his more elastic enunciations, peak Ludacris. A recent Creative Hustle interview provides some insight: The first time he went into the booth, “I didn’t write anything. I just started talking about selling crack and robbing people.” The stories haven’t stopped since. If he can keep putting out music as engaging as Listen Here…, Rx Nephew is destined for more than just the margins; until then, we have one of the year’s densest rap records to hold the line.

Patrick Masterson

Nick Schofield — Glass Gallery (Backward Music)

Glass Gallery by Nick Schofield

Nick Schoefield, out of Montreal, composed these 13 tracks entirely on a vintage Prophet 600, the first synthesizer to designed to employ the then-new MIDI standard established by the instrument’s inventor Dave Smith and Roland’s Ikutaru Kakahashi. The instrument has a lovely, crystalline quality, floating effortless arpeggios through vaulting sonic spaces. Though clearly synthesized, these pieces of music resonate in serene and peaceful ways, evoking light, water, air and contemplation with a simplicity that evokes Japan. “Water Court” drips notes of startling purity into deep pools of tone-washed whoosh and hum. “Snow Blue Square” flutters an oboe-like melody over eddying gusts of keyboard motifs. The pieces fit together with calm precision, leading from one beautiful space to the next like a stroll through a museum.

Jennifer Kelly

Archie Shepp — Blasé And Yasmina Revisited (Ezz-thetics)

The Ezz-thetics campaign to keep the best of mid-20th century free jazz on CD shelves (yes, CD, not streaming or LP) breaches the walls of the BYG catalog with a disc that issues one and a half albums from Archie Shepp’s busy week in August 1969. Blasé is a stand-out for the participation of singer Jeanne Lee, whose indomitable and flexible delivery as equal to the demands of material that’s be turns pungently earthy and steeped in antiquity. But the rest of the band, which includes Philly Joe Jones, Dave Burrell, some harmonica players, and a couple members of the Art Ensemble, is also more than equal to the task of filtering the blues and Ellingtonia through the gestures of the then-contemporary avant-garde. “Yasmina,” which originally occupied one side of another LP, makes sense here as an extension of the raw, rippling “Touareg,” the last tune on Blasé, into exultantly African territory.

Bill Meyer

Juanita Stein — Snapshot (Handwritten)

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Juanita Stein was the cool, serene, Mazzy Star-evoking vocal presence in the Aussie dream-gaze outfit Howling Bells, and she plays more or less the same role on her third solo album. Yet she is also the source of mayhem here, kicking up an angst of guitar-freaked turmoil on “1,2,3,4,5,6” then soothing it away with singing, hanging long threads of feedback from the thump-thump-thumping blues-rock architecture of “L.O.T.F.” and crooning dulcetly, but with a little yip, in the trance-y title track. This latter cut reflects on the death of her father, a kindred soul who wrote a couple of Howling Bells songs for her and passed away recently. It distills a palpable ache into pure, distanced poetry, finding a cool, dispassionate way to consider the mysteries of human loss.

Jennifer Kelly

The Tiptons Sax Quartet & Drums — Wabi Sabi (Sowiesound)

Wabi Sabi by Tiptons Sax Quartet & Drums

Over its 30 years together, the Tiptons Sax Quartet has done less to hone its sound and more to figure out how many styles to embrace. The group (typically a soprano, alto, tenor, and baritone sax joined by percussion and even including some vocals) can dig into trad jazz but sounds more at home in exploration, adapting world music or other traditional American styles. The title of their latest album, Wabi Sabi refers to the Japanese concept of finding beauty in and accepting imperfection. The Tiptons, despite that sentiment, don't approach their play with a sloppy sound; in fact, they're as tight as ever. The understanding of impermanence and imperfection does help contextualize their risk-taking. When they turn to odd yodeling on “Moadl Joadl,” they find joy in an odd vocal moment that highlights expression and discovery over formal rigor. When they tap in New Orleans energy for “Jouissance,” we can connect the dots between parades and funerals, celebrating all the while. The whole album serves as a tour of styles and moods, always with an energetic potency. If it's more of the same from the Tiptons, that just means continuance of difference.

Justin Cober-Lake

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Secret Attractions (m) │ kth

➤ pairing│Taehyung x female reader ➤ summary│It’s hard keeping your relationship a secret. It’s especially hard keeping it a secret when both your boyfriend and brother are in the same idol group, and you don’t want your brother to dine out. ➤ rating│NC-17, mature, 18+ ➤ genre│smut, fluff, angst, boyfriend au, brothers best friend au ➤ warnings│protected sex, it’s honestly just a quicky lol, angst, Namjoon is angryyy ➤ word count│5.2k│semi edited ➤ release date│September 12th 2019 ➤ disclaimer│This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

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Opening the door to the small and quiet coffee shop, you are immediately hit with the strong smell of grounded coffee. You have always loved the smell of coffee and you breath in deeply as you walk further into the shop looking for your boyfriend.

You don’t spot him right away, but you know that he’s probably trying to stay hidden somewhere in the back, trying his best to not be recognized. And that is exactly where you find him; sitting on a small couch, big enough for the two of you, in in the back corner of the shop.

“Hey you,” you say once you’re close enough for him to hear you. You watch as his smile grows bigger with each step you take towards him.

“Hey my love.” He kisses you on the lips twice before you settle down beside him.

It’s been a few days since you have last seen Taehyung. Five days to be exact. Having an idol boyfriend for one, is difficult because you can go weeks – even months, without seeing each other and that has proven to be really hard at times. It’s also difficult when that said boyfriend is a member of one of the most popular groups in the world, and really can’t go places without getting recognized.

But it’s also difficult when the man you’ve fallen in love with and have been in a relationship with for the past eight months is one of your brother Namjoon’s best friends and freaking band mate.

That’s right! You are dating your brothers’ best friend and he doesn’t even know about it. It’s not that you and Taehyung deliberately have been keeping it a secret from Namjoon and the rest of the guys, you want to tell him, but you don’t know how he’s going to react when he finds out and that’s what keeping you from telling him.

“I ordered you your favorite before you got here.” Taehyung tells you and points to the iced coffee on the table waiting for you.

Leaning in you peck his lips sweetly. You linger there for a moment, just letting your lips touch before you pull away. “Thank you.”

“How has it been going in the studio?” You ask him as you take a sip of your coffee. The taste of salted caramel mixed with the taste of coffee hits your taste buds and you sigh heavenly.

“Both good and bad,” he sighs deeply. “It is a little stressful trying to get it all done in time and still trying to get everything to where we want it to be. To make it perfect.”

They have been tirelessly working on their upcoming album for months now. They have been in and out of the studio ever since they came off their schedule two weeks ago, so you haven’t really seen Taehyung or Namjoon in a while. So it feels nice to be able to sit like this with him, even if it is for just a few minutes, talking and catching up before he goes back to the studio.

Every moment you get to spend with him is precious to you.

“Yeah, Joon told me something along the same lines when I talked to him last night on the phone.”

“You talked yesterday?”

You nod. “Yeah. He called me to remind me of dinner on Friday at the dorms.”

“Oh god,” Taehyung tirelessly rubs his eyes. “yes. I had totally forgotten about that.”

Since you’ve known Taehyung and the rest of the guys since before they even debuted as BTS, you’ve had this little tradition where you will all eat a home cooked dinner together, at either their place or yours. It’s just an evening where you are able to catch up with them and spend some quality time with both your brother, your boyfriend and some of your best friends.

“Jin hyung is cooking right?” Tae asks turning his body fully towards you, his elbow resting on the back of the couch as he gives you his full attention.

“I believe so, yes.” You can almost taste the food already. You have always loved Jin’s cooking and it’s something you always look forward to.

“You are gonna come over earlier than planned right?” You don’t miss the slight mischievous sparkle in his eyes and the upturn of his lips when he asks you.

“Yes, I am.” You chuckle, fully aware of the meaning behind his question.

Taehyung leans closer to you, your lips barely making contact, his hand finds yours and your fingers lace together. “I missed you.” He gently tells, his breath hitting your lips before he fully leans in to kiss you.

Kissing him back, you realize just how much you have missed him these past few weeks.

“I missed you too.” You whisper once you pull away.

You sit at the coffee shop for longer than you expected – just the two of you, your hand resting in his much larger one, while you talk and laugh until he eventually has to get back to the studio.

Eventually, Friday rolls around, and as planned you are at the dorm long before the actual time you have planned to meet for dinner.

No one is home, except for Taehyung. He’s planned it strategic – when the others would go grocery shopping for tonight’s dinner, he’d say no to tagging along, coming up with whatever excuse to stay behind, and then when they’d left you would arrive just in time for the two of you to be alone for some time before they will come back.

“How much time do we have?” You ask Taehyung between kisses.

“30 minutes,” he hurriedly answers while taking off his shirt and pants. “40 minutes tops.”

You follow his actions – taking off your own clothes; your shirt and shorts landing next to the bed with a low thud. Just as you’re about to take off your bra Taehyung stops you.

“Leave it. We don’t have much time.”

You leave the bra on as instructed and take off your underwear instead before laying down on the bed. It’s been so long since you’ve last been intimate and you are both desperate, your ragged breathing already filling the bedroom.

Holding a condom in one hand, Taehyung settles between your already open legs and pushes his boxers down far enough for his hard member to spring free from the constricting fabric. He rolls on the condom with ease and you can’t help but moan at the sight of his skilled fingers maneuvering the rubber down his length, your hands itching to reach out and touch him.

He runs his middle finger through your folds to make sure you’re ready for him before he guides his erection to your entrance, and with a controlled thrust he pushes inside you, your walls clamming down around him.

You both moan at the feeling, the sensation filling you both from head to toe. “So perfect.” Taehyung moans as he starts moving his hips, his fingers reaching down to draw slow and lazy circles on your clit, matching the rhythm of his hips.

You watch him move. The way his abdominal muscles flex every time he sinks back inside you, the way his breath hitches when you tighten around him and the way his hands grasp your thighs so perfectly to keep you in place.

You can’t even begin to express the feelings running through your body in moments like these. Moments with him. Your entire body is filled with so much love and ecstasy for this man, and it’s getting harder and harder to control.

Afraid that you will run out of time, the speed of Taehyung’s thrust become harder and faster and the familiar feeling of your pending orgasm fills you up.

“Don’t stop!” Your back arches off the bed as he hits a particular spot inside you.

With his hands still on your thighs he grinds his hips against yours, his pubic bone hitting your clit perfectly with every move and causing a string of uncontrollable moans to spill over your lips.

“Oh god!” You gasp.

“Holy shit! I’m gonna cum babe!”

“Me too!”

With a final thrust, Taehyung sends you both over the edge, your orgasms reaching their peak at the same time.

Taehyung collapses on top of you, his face buried in your neck and his arms caging you in. You sigh at the feeling of his lips brushing against your neck, your hand tangling itself in his dark hair, gently massaging his scalp. You wish you could lay like this for eternity, cuddled up in his warm embrace, but soon enough reality will hit, and the guys will be home, and this is not the situation you want to be caught in by your brother.

You pad Taehyungs back to get his attention. “You have to get off.” you tell him. Stretching your arm reach for your phone on his nightstand. “Shit! It’s already 20 to 5… they could be back at any moment.”

Taehyung gets off you with a groan, his face clearly showing how displeased he is. “I hate this.”

“I know you do. I do to.”

“We need to tell him soon ____. The longer we drag this out the worse it will be when he finds out.” He throws the used condom in the trashcan and sets to put his cloths back on. You follow his lead, starting to get dresses as well.

“I mean, it’s not like we’re just fooling around. We’ve been in a serious relationship for 8 months now – almost 9, and we both love each other like mad, but the only ones that knows about it is us. That’s wrong, don’t you think?”

Now, fully clothed again, you walk towards him, your arms reaching out to pull him closer to you. You stand on the tips of your toes as you peck his lips – once, twice. “You know I hate this constant sneaking around and secret calls in the middle of the night, but I’m just scared that Namjoon won’t approve of our relationship… and I don’t want what’s gonna happen if he doesn’t approve, to happen.”

You have a very close relationship with your brother, you’ve always had! This is practically the only secret you have ever kept from him. Growing up, you always told him every little secret that you had without ever thinking twice about it. He knows about all the crushes you’ve had, he knows when and with whom you had your first kiss, he knows about that one time where you snuck out of your parents’ house to go to a party. He even knows when you lost your virginity… Well not the exact time and all the details, but you had a steady boyfriend at the time and he kind of knew that it was going to happen eventually, so he figured it out himself without you having to tell him.

“Why wouldn’t he approve?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug and plant another kiss on his lips.

“He knows who I am. He knows what kind of person I am, and he knows that I treat the people around me well.”

“I know he does! I’m just afraid that he’ll think differently because I’m his sister and you’re one of his best friends and you’re in a band together.”

“I-“

Before Taehyung can answer you further, you both hear the front door open and voices following shortly after. You both jump apart and leave the bedroom as fast as you can without making it obvious that that is where you have just come from.

“Hey, when did you get here?” Jin asks you when you come into view behind Taehyung.

“U-Uh-“

“10 minutes ago or so.” Taehyung answers for you.

You are lounging on the couch in the living room after dinner.

Taehyung sits next to you and Jungkook and Yoongi to the other side. Jimin and Hoseok are hogging the other couch by the window for themselves, leaving Jin to sit on the floor, while Namjoon has planted himself on the soft carpet right in front of the television.

You are in the midst of a heated discussion with Jimin. He wants to dye his hair yet again, but you keep telling him that he needs to take a break, that his hair is too damaged at the moment and needs time to breath.

“Oh come on!” Jimin protests. “It’s really not that bad!” He keeps on insisting that his hair is perfectly healthy.

“Jimin, even your hair stylist told you to chill with all the hair dye.” You can’t help the slight raise in your voice as you tell him this. You don’t want all of his hair to fall out. Gently you slap Taehyung’s arm to get his attention. “Tell him Tae.”

“What?” He pretends like he didn’t hear you, not wanting to get involved.

You roll your eyes at him. “Tell him that he needs so stop with all the hair dye.”

“She’s right hyung.” You smile in triumph and cross your arms.

Jimin is sending daggers towards Taehyung, but it doesn’t seem to faze him the slightest. “She’s not-“

“Jimin, your hair is so fried that we should be calling you fried chicken.” Yoongi interrupts, causing Jungkook and Hoseok to burst out laughing.

That shuts Jimin’s mouth and he leans back in the couch with a sulk. His pouty lips making you feel bad all of the sudden. Standing you walk over to him and take a seat beside him. You wrap your arms around his rigid posture. “Don’t be mad.”

When he turns his head and huffs, you scoot even closer to him, squeezing him tighter. “I’m not saying that you shouldn’t dye your hair ever again, I’m just saying that you need to let it heal before you add more damage, okay.”

Eventually he gives in. “Fine.” He says, his body relaxing.

On the other couch you can see Taehyung looking at your arms wrapped around Jimin. He knows that this means nothing to you, that this is normal behavior.

It’s always been normal for you to sit like this with them, hugging them and whatever. If you suddenly stopped doing this, it would be abnormal, and they would be suspicious of you. But you know that Taehyung doesn’t mind. In fact, one of the things he loves the most about you is that you have such a good relationship with his friends.

Hopefully, that will make it a lot easier when you finally come clean and tell them about your relationship.

You remain in your seat next to Jimin, your arms still wrapped around him.

“____,” Namjoon calls your name from the floor. “Remember it’s granny’s birthday on Tuesday.” The light from his phone is casting a bright white glow across his chin.

You nod. “I know.”

“Did you order the present like I told you to?”

“Yes, brother dearest.” You mockingly sing and roll your eyes. Still wrapped in your arms, Jimin chuckles. “I ordered it two weeks ago to make sure that it would arrive at her house on time.”

“Good, good.” He mumbles more so to himself than you, his attention now focused back on his phone.

In front of you the television is running, a random movie playing that Hoseok put on a while ago, but no one is really paying attention to it anymore. Everyone has their eyes glued to their phones, acting like there isn’t a room full of people to talk to.

“Yah! Are you guys afraid of conversation or what? Put your phones away!”

Nothing. You’d expected Taehyung to put his phone away and talk to you, but he doesn’t. You huff when no one seems to do it either after a while, so you nudge Jimin. He briefly looks over at you before he adverts his gaze back to his phone with a, “What?”

“Talk to meeeee,” you whine, giving him your best puppy eyes even though he isn’t looking at you.

“Just a second,” he tells you. “I just wanna check the schedule for next week.”

That peaks your attention. Normally, Taehyung or Namjoon tells you their schedule for the upcoming days, but you’ve never actually seen it or what it looks like, so your curiosity gets the better of you.

Peaking over his shoulder, you watch as he scrolls down the screen, numerous of dates and descriptions for events, filling it. It makes your head spin just looking at it. You’ve always known they are busy, but holy shit!

A low huff sounds from Jungkook and he turns towards Taehyung beside him, tilting his phone to show him the screen. “Hyung, look at this picture I just found on twitter. It looks exactly like you and ____ kissing. The girl is even wearing the same jacket as ____ and she’s got the same purse.”

It seems like time stops as everyone in the room stops what they are doing. You lock eyes with Taehyung across the room.

It can’t be! But the way his face has pales slightly and his eyes go big with shock, your heart sinks.

You shift towards Namjoon. He too has turned his attention towards Jungkook and the phone in his hand. You are usually pretty good at reading him, but right now you are getting nothing.

“Let me see that.” He almost commands with a sharp tone, as he reaches for Jungkook’s phone.

Namjoon scans the picture, his eyes flicking back and forth the brightly lit screen and his fingers gliding across it to study every corner and detail.

Not being able to stand it anymore, you reach for your own phone. You need to see the picture for yourself.

When you finally find it your breath hitches. Fuck! It’s from yours and Taehyungs date the other day at the coffee shop. There’s no way you can just claim this another couple that just happens to look like you and Taehyung!

You can clearly see the side of your face, your dimple popping out from smiling into the kiss and the bag that you carry every day which Namjoon gave you for Christmas last year, can also clearly be seen on the couch.

It’s also clear that it’s Taehyung you’re kissing. His traits to unique to play off as being someone else and his favorite Gucci shirt also visible.

Everyone is now paying attention to Namjoon, their phones long forgotten as wait for the scene to unfold.

After what seems like a thousand years – but is actually only a couple of really long minutes, he lowers the phone to his lap, his eyes blazing with fire as he abruptly stands.

“Yah! What the fuck!” he barks at Taehyung, storming across the living room to get to him.

Everyone thinks he’ll grab him and is on their feet in seconds, pulling them apart.

You too are on your feet in seconds, rushing to stand in between them. You know your brother like no one else, and you know that he would never get physical with anyone, so you know that he would never hurt Taehyung.

You look at your brother. “Joon, calm down.” You tell him with a pointed finger and glaring eyes. Behind you, you feel Taehyung stand, his proximity helping you calm your own nerves.

“Calm down? He’s kissing you!” He shows you the phone with the picture, waving it in front of your face.

“I know he’s kissing me! I was there!”

“Maybe you should just sit down for a minute Namjoon. Take a deep breath.” Yoongi tells him and after a little protest he finally does as he’s told and sits down.

This time Jimin speaks up. “Yes, let’s just talk about this like the mature grown-ups that we are.”

“Why is he kissing you?” Namjoon demands to know immediately after.

“Yeah… why exactly are you kissing?” Taehyung glares at Jungkook. His eyes making him shut up and hold his hands up in surrender.

“Wrong timing, sorry.” He mumbles.

How are you going to explain this without making it sound as bad as it seems? There really is no good way to tell you brother that you’ve been secretly dating his best friend behind his back for eight months.

“H-He… I… We…” You keep fumbling over your words, trying to figure out what to say.

“I was kissing her because she’s my girlfriend.” Taehyung steps in front of you as he laces your fingers together to make his point.

You watch as all of their mouths simultaneously drop, their eyes zoning in on your intertwined fingers, and if it wasn’t for the current situation, you would have found the whole scene to be extremely funny.

“Excuse me… Could you just repeat that last word?” Namjoon rasps, his voice thick with emotions.

“Girlfriend,” Jimin buds in, just to receive a slap on the arm from, Hoseok telling him to keep quiet.

The whole situation has somewhat quieted down.

Everyone still seems shocked by your earlier announcement – especially Namjoon who has been locked in his room for the last hour, telling you that he needs some time for himself to process it all.

You understand where he’s coming from. You understand his need to have some time alone, to think about the fact that you and Taehyung are together. And honestly, he handled the whole ordeal much better than what you initially expected. Sure, he had a little outburst in the beginning, but he quickly cooled off and went to his room to take a breather.

Looking around the room, you notice that everyone is on the edge of their seats clearly wanting to ask questions and wanting all the details. You think they might be afraid to approach the topic, afraid that Namjoon is a ticking time bomb just waiting to go off again.

From the corner of your eye, you see Jin open his mouth as if he wants to say something, but he quickly closes it again when Yoongi shoots him a look.

This is ridiculous!

“Guys! If you have questions just ask them!” You snap. Taehyung jumps in surprise next to you, his hand covering his rapidly beating chest.

“Jesus.” he breaths in shock.

You mouth a quick sorry to him before you return your focus back to the five other guys in the room. “Your eyes are filled with questions. Just ask them.”

Jungkook is the first to speak up. “Shouldn’t we wait for Namjoon hyung to come out though? I’m sure he’s got more questions that needs answers than we do.”

He’s got a point. “Right,” You agree. “I’ll go check on him.” You tell them as you head for his bedroom.

Gently, you knock on the door. You wait for a few seconds but when no one answers, you peal the door open to see Namjoon sitting on his bed just staring at the wall in front of him.

Is he going crazy? is your first thought. But when he hears you quiet voice calling his name, he turns to you.

“Yeah?” he says.

“Will you please come out so we can talk about this?” Walking further into the room, you sit next to him. You grab his hand in yours as you continue to speak. “I know that this is probably a shock for you, and I know you have a lot of questions that needs to be answered, and we will answer them all for you I promise! But you have to at least come out of your room, please.”

You give him your most pleading look, the look you always use when you want something, the look that always works on him.

“Fine,” he sighs heavily. “But I’m not sitting next to Taehyung.”

“You don’t have to,” you reply. “but please do not hate him, okay! If anything, you should hate me.”

“You’re my sister, I could never hate you.”

Together you walk back to the living room where six pair of eyes immediately turn your way when they hear you coming.

Hoseok scoots over to make room for Namjoon on the couch, and you go back to your seat next to Taehyung. As soon as you’re seated, he grabs your hand. It gives you comfort, and you automatically want to lean towards him, but you stop yourself because you know Namjoon is still uncomfortable.

No one seems to want to be the first one to break the silence and ask the first question.

“How?” Namjoon’s voice breaks through the thick silence.

As if he was expecting this question, Taehyung immediately answers.

“Back when ____ and Ji-woon broke up she came by looking for you, but I was the only one home at the time, and she looked like she could really use someone to talk to and lean on then,” even as he speaks you can see Namjoon’s eyes burning and mentally shooting daggers at him. “so, I brought her in and I just listened to what she had to say and gave her my opinion when she asked for it.”

Feeling Taehyungs hand flexing in yours, you give it a reassuring squeeze, urging him to go on.

He continues. “In the days that followed I kept checking up on her to make sure that she was feeling okay and doing alright, and we just go into the habit of talking literally every day, either over text or facetime… and as time passed we, we just fell in love with each other.”

As the last words leave his lips, you look at him, admiring him for speaking so freely.

You really did fall in love with him in those few days! And fast too! There was nothing you could do to stop it even if you tried. You were constantly around each other and every time he would look at you or talk to you, your stomach would flip, and you would stumble over your words.

It’s a surprise that no one caught on sooner, really.

Namjoon nods as if he’s taking in Taehyungs words and processing them, going over all the information he’s just been given. His eyes visibly softening. “Okay.”

Like a small curious child, Jimin raises his hand. “Yes Jimin?” you ask, a smile playing on your lips.

“I’m just wondering why you didn’t tell us that you were together. I mean, you have been together, for what did you say? Eight months? Why not just tell us the truth form the beginning?”

“That’s my fault!” You quickly say with force, making them all raise their eyebrows in surprise.

“It’s my fault that we’ve kept it a secret for so long, because I-I was just so happy and content in our own little bubble, that I didn’t want to risk bursting it if…”

You let the words slip into the air as you lock eyes with your brother, his expression changing from mad to looking more sad.

“…If I found out?” He softly asks and you can hear the hurt behind his words.

Instead of answering him, you look down to the ground, giving him the confirmation, he needs.

“I’m sorry,” You gently whisper. “I just didn’t want, I don’t know… it all sounds so horrible now!” Feelings of frustration and sadness runs through your body, and you can’t seem to find the right words to say to somehow make this seem a lot less hurtful towards Namjoon.

“She was afraid that you would hate me if you found out,” Taehyung speaks for you. “she was afraid that you wouldn’t approve of us being together.”

At this point it’s like a three-way conversation between Taehyung, Namjoon and you. The rest of the guys are just silently sitting and watching the whole thing going down, not wanting to get involved in what doesn’t concern them in the end.

“That’s just bullshit!”

Namjoon’s sudden outburst of words take you all by surprise. He stands from the couch, making Hoseok and Yoongi stand as well.

“Relax. I’m not going to fucking jump him.” He tells them and they sit back down.

“The only thing that truly makes me mad and upsets me, is the fact that you,” he points a finger in your direction. “didn’t think you could tell me this. That you thought you had to hide it from me, and the fact that I had to find out through a leaked picture.”

“I know, and I’m sorry!” you tell him, your eyes beginning to water. You feel like you could burst in to tears at any moment, the deep feeling of guilt almost becoming too much.

“And you,” Namjoon turns his attention to Taehyung, who immediately straightens as they lock eyes. “I’m disappointed that you also felt like you couldn’t tell me. I thought we were closer than that.”

“That’s not true!” You hurriedly say. “You have no idea how many times he wanted to come clean and tell you! I was the one to always talked him out of it. It’s my fault, so please don’t hate him for this!”

The first tear rolls down your cheek and then the next one and the next one.

“You’re crying? Oh god, please don’t cry ____!” Namjoon sighs. You know that one of the things he hates most in life, is seeing you cry.

“I don’t hate him!” He assures you. “And I don’t hate you either!” He kneels down in front of you, directing you face up to look at him and he cups your cheeks as he gently wipes away your tears.

“Please stop crying, I know you probably didn’t mean to hide it for this long,” you shake your head. “and I know you’re sorry – I can see it in your eyes, and I know Taehyung is sorry as well because he isn’t saying much right now.”

“Sorry.” You hear him mumble next to you.

“It’s okay,” he reassures you. “as I said, I was only mad because of the way I had to find out. Taehyung is one of the greatest people I know, and I know he will treat you like the princess that you are.”

“He does.” You murmur as you look at him, his eyes already on you.

“But I’m just wondering,” Namjoon’s voice suddenly changes, curiosity laced in his words as he turns on his back to you. “Did any of you know about this?”

A string of rushed and firm ‘no’s’ go around the room and you can’t help the laughter that escapes you. This really seems like one big joke. The whole situation, the way Namjoon found out and the way this whole conversation is going.

Once your tears have finally dried up and Namjoon has gone back to his seat on the couch, Jungkook decides that this is the perfect time for him to open his mouth.

“So, looking back at it, this means that all those times when Taehyung and ____ ‘disappeared’,” he says emphasizing the word disappeared with his fingers. “at the same time, they really snuck out of the room to make out or to have sex in Taehyungs room.”

Your jaw drops to the ground, at the same time Taehyung flings a cushion in his direction telling him to shut up.

Seokjin and Yoongi, tries to keep their laughter under control, small grunts managing to escape here and there. But Jimin and Hoseok are in full fits of laughter, doing nothing to hide it, while Namjoon throws his head back with a groan and covers his eyes with his hands.

“Dude! That’s an image I don’t need in my head!”

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saikostories · 3 years

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BTS - Six Days (JK) (M)

If you continued reading at this pace you could finish reading your book tonight. But only if there weeent any distractions. And there was one tall one entering your flat right now. You sighed deeply as you heard Jungkook walking towards your bedroom. He had been out with the boys but Jungkook wasn’t the one to get completely trashed, he was only slightly drunk. And in fact very horny. Immediately when he entered the bedroom he let himself fall next to you and tried to get your attention.

“Y/nnn”

“Y/nn”

“Babe”

“What do you want Jungkook?”

“You.”

“Not right now. I’m tired and I want to finish this book.”

“But pleeeeeaaaaase”

“God jungkook why are you always so needy? Can’t you go one day without sex?”

“I’m not needy, you’re the needy one here. You always want to fuck when I’m tired after practice.”

“You are always the one that wants to fuck at the most inappropriate times! Remember your last concert or the dinner lately-“

“Fine. How about a bet, who can last the longest without sex?”

“And what does the winner get?”

“The loser does all the housework for a week.”

“Fine, I’ll win anyways.”

Jungkook left the room, frustrated but determined to win. You finished your book and went to sleep as planned. Jungkook joined you later after playing some video ganmes. The next morning you found yourself in your normal position in Jungkooks arms. You snuggled closer up to him, only to feel his boner poking you in the back. He groaned and you shifted around a bit to accidentally rub your butt against it. He groaned again, gripping your hips tightly to stop you from moving.

“Why don’t you just give up? Imagine what fun we could have right now…”

“Are you kidding me? If I give up after one day you will never let this down. I am stronger than this.”

“Let’s see for how long”

You giggled as he rolled away from you to escape your teasing. He had dance practice today so he wouldn’t be home till late in the evening. And after, practice, he was always too tired to do anything besides falling on to the bed and sleep. His luck.

The next few days went on normally how they would anyways. Just without the sex. He had a lot of schedules with the group that provides enough distraction for him. When he came home he was mostly tired so he went to sleep immediately. As he’d as it or better he was, he couldn’t sleep with you cuddled up in his arms. He just got up really early in the morning to take care of his problems before you could tempt him to just give up. It was not only hard for jungkook, you were suffering as well. But you wouldn’t give in that quickly. You were close to giving in when he came out of the shower, only his towel around his hips, his toned chest and stomach glistening with water droplets. He was honestly a sinful gift from the heavens. But you realised the temptation and just crossed your legs and pretended to be completely captured by a game on your phone.

You decided to get him back for it on the same evening, walking around only in your underwear pretending to look somewhere. Whatever you looked for was strategically placed under the TV so you had to bend down right in front of jungkook who was sitting on the couch. You could hear him breathing harder, but he didn’t move. After you returned to the bedroom, you could hear the bathroom door being locked and you’d Smirked hopefully he would give in soon.

On the fourth date you received a text from Namjoon.

n: as the leader of the group and as Jungkooks friend, you need to end this stupid bet. Jungkook is a mess. He can’t focus for long and he’s constantly in a bad mood. Please give in. You know his ego wouldn’t let him.

That was Jungkooks problem, he started this bet, and if his ego was too big then he had to suffer, he could give in at any time. And you thought he would when he came back this evening. He arrived him and gave you the usual kiss as he greeted you. But instead of pulling back, his kisses grew stronger with more need. He walked you backwards until your back hit the wall, kissing you roughly as his hands roamed over your body. He was close to his breaking point ready to give up. His kisses were raw and needy and he proceeded to suck hickies onto your neck. You could t help but moan, tangling your hands in his hair before he suddenly pulled away. He was panting hard and so were you. But you knew him better than this, he was way to stubborn to give in. His arms trapped you against the wall as he whispered

“You know I’m not going to lose this, baby”

“Neither will I”

You captured him in one last kiss before you duck under his arms and walked towards the bedroom with a smirk. He followed you but he made sure you didn’t cuddle up too close to him to avoid you rubbing your ass on his dick. He wouldn’t survive it this night.

On the morning of the fifth day, you seriously considered throwing this bet out of the window. Jungkook had a concert and a fansigning and would sleep in a hotel for one night. But as bad as you wanted Jungkook, to finally fuck You again, you would at least a week. That was your promise to yourself.

Taehyung was at the door to pick Jungkook up and jungkook made sure to only give you a quick kiss before he left. Taehyung grinned widely and obviously held back a bunch of stupid comments. Through out their fansign, you received multiple texts from Tae informing you that Jungkook had been asked by fans if he had any worries or if he was really stressed since he seemed so tensed and unfocused. You made sure to fuck around with him a bit more, getting into his favourite lingerie set and posing as nicely as you could. Your phone buzzes and to your surprise it Tae not Jungkook.

T: what the fuck did you just do?? Jungkook looks like he will pass out any second. Or like he will stab us all.

The concert was hell for Jungkook. He loved it, he loved performing, he loved the fans, no question. But he couldn’t get you off his mind. Especially not after the picture you had sent him earlier. He needed to end this as soon as he got home. The night at the hotel was too long. He shared a room with Taehyung who wouldn’t stop teasing him until he fell asleep. He couldn’t wait until tomorrow.

You were surprised when you heard the front door being unlocked, usually you would get a text lime “I’ll be home in five.” You were just in one of Jungkooks big shirts and your panties, since you had just gotten up. Jungkook entered the flat, slamming the door shut behind him and dropped his things carelessly in the floor. He walked over to you in quick and determined steps and crashed his lips onto yours. You melted into his arms as he grabbed your thighs so you would wrap them around his waist and lifted you onto the kitchen counter. After a while, he pulled back to catch his breath. You chuckled.

“Well it’s nice to see you too jungkook”

“I give up. This stupid bet needs to end. I give up okay. It has been six day since I last fucked you, I can’t do this any longer. I’ll do all the housework for a week, I don’t care. Just let me fuck you right and now.”

It was very unlikely for him to beg and you can see the desperation in his eyes. Six days were too long. You grabbed his hair and pulled him close to kiss him, throwing you onto the fluffy mattress.

In seconds he was back hovering over you, trailing kisses down your neck. You were both impatient and needy so t took no time before you both pulled your shirt over your head. You were only in your panties and jungkook proceeded into taking off his pants as well, leaving him in his boxers. He was already incredibly hard. His kisses answered to your breasts gently sucking your nipple as his fingers totes with the other one. You moaned and arched your back, trying to grind yourself on to his knee that was placed between your thighs. He growled lowly.

“I can hear how fucking wet you are.”

His lips trailed lower and he wasted no time until he pulled down your panties. Without any further warnings, he wrapped his lips around your clit and pushed a finger inside of you. You were dripping wet and he could easily push a second finger, curling his digits upwards so they would brush against your spots with every thrusts. You were so needy it didn’t take long till you were clenching around him close to your orgasm. His fingers worked with an intensity borderline painful as his lips were wrapped tightly around your clit and you tried to speak between moans and panting.

“Wait stop jungkook.”

He looked at you questioningly. Why on earth would you stop him from giving you an orgasm after he hadn’t touched in 6 days.

“I want you inside me when I cum”

He didn’t need to be told twice, hastily taking his boxers off before he hovered over you. He didn’t tease you this time, he hadn’t the strength for it. When he pushed inside of you until he had filled you up all the way both of you let out a guttural moan.

“Fuck you’re so tight, stop moving around or I will lose it all right now.”

It had been too long since you felt this full and satisfied. You couldn’t stop clenching around him. Jungkook was too close already to go slow or tease you any further, he thrusted into you harder and faster.

“Faster. Faster jungkook. Faster and harder.”

“Ohhhh god. You don’t know how much I missed this. How much I missed youuuu….”

“I’m s-so close Jungkook. I c-can’t hold it any l-longer…”

“F-fuck y/n … oh my god… FUCK ME… Y/NNNNN”

His fingers went straight to your clit rubbing hard circles onto it and you lost it as your orgasm ripped through you. Your vision went white as you clenched erratically around him. He followed quickly after you, groaning and moaning your name. He made sure to ride both of your highs out completely before he pulled out and dropped next to you on the bed.

“We are never gonna make a bet this stupid again okay? Six days without fucking you… completely

Wasted. Think of all the things we could’ve done.”

“We have plenty of time now don’t we.”

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randomk-imagines · 5 years

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Oblivious

words: 2.1k

genre: fluff, high school

summary: you confess your feelings to your oblivious best friend at a school dance and he tries to figure out who it was because everyone was wearing masks

a/n: I was looking for a different gif but then I found this one and I thought it was funny so here it is. It kind of fits (: also sorry my writing still hasn’t improved so it looks like it’s written by a five-year-old, i’m sorry to the anon who requested this. enjoy

You’re not sure how you ended up at the school dance that you dreaded so much. Maybe because your friends kept insisting and bothering you that it was the last homecoming in high school or maybe it was because they convinced you that this was the only time you’ll be able to confess to your best friend.

It was a masquerade themed homecoming dance after all.

“Come on, y/n! You’re already here. You have to do it!” one of your friends, Yeri, pleaded.

“He’ll know it’s me and then our friendship will be ruined because he doesn’t like me back or it’ll just become awkward,” you pouted. The two of you were currently sitting in the lobby while your best friend and crush, Jisung, was on the dance floor with the rest of the group. Your friends were all in on this plan and were made to keep Jisung on the dance floor until you had the guts to go up to him and confess.

It was a dumb idea, you thought. Even with the masks on, he was your best friend. He should know what you look like.

“He’s so oblivious. He won’t know it’s you. Besides, the dance floor is dark enough.” Yeri stated. You could tell she was getting fed up with your ass and you felt bad about it. You might as well...

“Ugh, fine. But if this backfires, I’m dropping out of school,” you grumble. She squeals and hops up from the seat. You just mutter to yourself as you stand up.

It’s not until you start walking inside towards him that you tremble. It’s Jisung. Your best friend since the two of you were in diapers. One of the school’s top dancers and youngest member of the infamous NCT dance crew, who he was able to join at only age 14. The tall, handsome boy who you’ve seen grow up from his short, awkward phase, even though he’s still pretty awkward. Shy when meeting new people, but so loud and savage around his close friends.

“Just dance with him and then during like a slow song or something, tell him! You don’t even have to say your name,” Yeri shouts in your ear. The music so loud it still sounds like a whisper. You nervously nod your head.

Jaemin sees the two of you walking over first and taps Renjun on the arm. Renjun instantly understands and the two start moving away from Jisung and Jeno, telling the pair that they need to go get refreshments. Jeno nods in understanding but still stays with Jisung, not wanting him to leave and follow all of them out.

Yeri stops you a little ways away from Jisung and Jeno to start dancing to the music. Far enough to make it seem like you’re just two girls dancing, but close enough so that it catches Jisung’s eyes.

Yeri knows you’re good at dancing. All your friends know. You are a dancer, but not nearly as good as your other friends. You don’t think you’re that good though, you just do it for fun. However, Yeri makes sure that Jisung is able to see you dancing and knows it’ll catch his eyes. It’s not the random jumping around that most people do at dances, but strategic movements with the rhythm that make you different from the other random bodies.

Unlucky for you, or lucky for you, you’re not really sure, the next song played is a slow song. You look at Yeri, not knowing what to do, but she just shoves you over to Jisung.

Jisung, also not knowing what to do, get’s pushed by Jeno into the first girl he sees available aka, you. You panic, going over multiple times that Jisung will for sure know it’s you and it’ll be super awkward and you’ll never be able to look at him again and there goes your friendship. However, it seems Jisung is too busy being the awkward boy he is and doesn’t spare you a glance as he gets thrusted into your arms. “Ah, sorry. My friend just... pushed me over,” he nervously says.

“Uh yeah, same here,” you murmur out. You see Jeno and Yeri take each other and whisper in each other’s ears, probably about how their plan is going so well.

“Is this okay?” you hear Jisung ask as he ghosts his hands over your hips, not wanting to fully put them on just in case. You just nod your head and place your hands on his shoulders. It’s a little bit of a reach since he’s so freaking tall, but it’s not too much of an awkward distance.

However, it’s very awkward between the two of you. At least you think it is. He doesn’t seem to suspect that it’s his best friend in his arms and probably just think it’s some random girl he’s dancing with. “You’re a really good dancer,” he stutters out.

“Oh. Uh, thank you?” you say. His comment catching you off guard. You glance away from him, not able to look at him in the eyes, even though there’s a big fat mask in the way.

You’re honestly not sure how long it’s been since the song had started. It feels like an eternity has passed, yet the two of you are still slow dancing. However, you know the song is coming to an end which means your opportunity to tell him is coming to an end. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t know it’s you. A huge weight will lift off your shoulders either way. You have to do it.

“Park Jisung,” you take a deep breath. You can tell he’s surprised you know it’s him under the mask, but he doesn’t say anything. “I... I like you. A lot,” you bite your lip.

“Oh...” You can feel his fingers jitter on your hips, him obviously not knowing what to say. He opens his mouth again, but the song comes to an end and the next song plays right away. It’s an upbeat, party song, so you immediately unclasp your hands from his neck and step away from him before completely turning to leave the dance floor.

You beeline it straight for the girl's bathroom and go to a sink. You take a deep breath and take off your mask, it becoming a little sweaty from the dancing earlier and your nerves.

You did it. And honestly, you feel a lot better, even if he doesn’t know it was you. You’re sure he won’t do anything about it, but that’s okay. Throughout your high school years, you’ve seen him turn down multiple girls’ confessions. Telling them he’s too focused on school or the dance crew. You always feel sorry for those girls because you can feel their pain, you are one of them... Only you never tried confessing your feelings knowing full well he’ll turn you down as well.

“Hey, are you okay?” you hear Yeri ask as she bursts into the bathroom. “You basically high tailed it out of there right after the song had ended. Did something happen?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” you reassure her. “I just told him and then left,”

“Did he say anything back?”

You shake your head. “Can we just leave? The dance is almost over anyways,” you ask. Yeri nods and the two of you leave the bathroom to go get your purses. You run into Jaemin and Renjun and tell them what had happened. Jaemin decides to leave with the two of you while Renjun stays since Jeno was his ride to the dance.

You, Jaemin, and Yeri all lay on Yeri’s bed once you’ve all changed into casual clothes and taken off your makeup. “You know, Jisung texted us and asked him if he knew anything about some girl,” Jaemin says as he shows you and Yeri the group chat of their dance crew.

“Ooh, you’ve caught our baby’s attention!” Yeri squealed.

“No I didn’t, he’s probably just really confused as to why some random girl confessed to him at a dance,” you roll your eyes, however, the butterflies in your stomach say something different. You don’t want to get your hopes up though, maybe he really just was impressed with your dancing.

“He’s so stupid though.. How could he not know it was you?” Jaemin shakes his head.

“It’s whatever. At least I said it. I can live freely now,” you sigh.

“Hyung please do you know who that was?” you hear Jisung’s pleading as you round the corner. You see him and Jaemin talking next to your locker while they wait for you so the three of you can go to your first class together. Jaemin’s eyes shift over to you, but he just shrugs.

“Why don’t you ask y/n?” he smiles. The pleading boy turns around confused since his back was turned towards you, but perks up once he sees you. You just smile at him as you walk up.

“Why did I see you at the dance?” he asks.

“You know I don’t like socializing. I was talking with Yeri most of the time,” you shrug as you get your school stuff from your locker.

“Waste of money,” he tsks. You just scoff at him.

“Not all of us like dancing, Park Jisung,” you poke his chest.

The day passes by rather quickly. The three of you had a pop quiz during your first class which none of you were prepared for and all curse out your teacher as the bell rings. Jisung doesn’t seem to have let the stranger go over his head throughout the day either. Throughout lunch, he kept asking the group if they knew anything and every time, all of them would glance up at you and just shrug.

“You know, Jisung. If you really thought about it, you could figure it out by yourself,” Jeno huffs out, obviously annoyed hearing him whine for the seventh time in a span of twenty minutes. Jisung just cocks his head to the side. Your other five friends groan and shake their heads while you just sigh and pick at your food.

You thought it would be fine, that he would just forget everything, but his constant curiosity made you a little upset. One, because he was your goddamn best friend for who knows how long. How could he seriously not recognize it was you? And two, because he seems to be obsessed with you, although not knowing it was you, but why? Could someone really catch his attention by just dancing near him and confessing to him? If he knew other girls were good at dancing before they confessed to him, would he be dating them now? It just irks you. You’re just a tad jealous of yourself.

“I’m going to class,” you sigh, standing up. “See you guys later.”

You walk over to the trashcan and huffily toss the remainder of your lunch then leave the cafeteria.

Your friends roll their eyes at their oblivious friend, asking why his best friend suddenly got up.

It’s been a week since the dance happened and Jisung, while his asking had died down quite a bit, was still curious. He wracked his brain for anything that could lead him to who that girl was, but he ended up at a dead end every time.

The two of you were sitting in the park studying since it was such a nice day and exams were right around the corner when he brought it up again.

“You know, you’re so dense, Park Jisung,” you state, fed up with it. He furrows his eyebrows together, confused at your outburst. “It was me that danced with you,”

His eyes widen while you just roll your own. “You like me?” he asks.

“Yes, idiot. I’ve liked you since we were freshmen, but I’m really starting to question why,” you scoff.

You’re so over being the flustered, shy girl. You’re over trying to hide your red ears and flushed cheeks whenever he was in proximity to you. You’re so over everything and tired that he was so dense because it was tiring. However, it doesn’t hide the fact you still really like the flustered, stuttering, awkward boy in front of you.

“I like you too,” he says, shyly.

“I know. Renjun told me two days ago,” you shrug.

“Huh?”

“He told me because he didn’t think it would take you this long to tell me or that it would take this long for you to realize it was me at the dance. Honestly, you’re so dense,” you shake your head.

You can almost see the gears in his head malfunction, trying to understand the situation. He stutters out nonsense and you just giggle at him and lean forward, pecking his cheek. It only feeds his mental overdrive and very red ears.

“D-Do you wanna go out sometime?” he finally manages to stammer out. You laugh at him and nod your head.

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primedirection · 5 years

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Petty

Y/N calls out someone else's name during sex

Warning: Angst & Smut

(AN: Randomly inspired by Battlefield by Jordin Sparks -Actor!Harry& Writer Y/N)

You could say Harry had a sixth sense for it, knowing when you are upset. Especially when he's the one at fault. And although you tried to hide it this time was no different.

Over the past few months his schedule had been a nightmare. Late nights and early mornings attached to movie sets. He knew he left you alone more than the actual time he spent with you. Made countless promises to redeem himself and failed to every single time. It ate at him way more than he let on.

You were growing apart, further and further every day. There was no pleading for attention or arguments over the lack thereof. Only the sweetest sugar coated lies of everything being fine, because you found it easier not to put up a fight anymore.

But he'd be damned if he'd let you go without a fight.

Knowing that all you ever really wanted was his time, he'd start there. Harry would give you all he was able to now that he was in a position to do so. The moment his shooting wrapped he made a beeline for your place. He called within a couples minutes notice before actually showing up on your doorstep, too afraid you'd turn him down if you had time to think about it. Right away he practically felt your hesitance and he hated himself for it.

"Filming wrapped today so I thought I'd come spend some much needed time with yeh. Know I've been shit keepin' track," he rushes out nervously in greeting.

The smile you return makes his stomach churn in slight agony because it's painfully forced with a muttered, "You didn't have to do that."

He wants to fix it so bad, to make everything to go back to what it once was. Harry finds himself encasing you in his arms and to his chest. Hoping that you'd feel his genuine sincerity, "I missed yeh, pet."

His heart swells with relief upon feeling you melt into his hold with a squeeze in return just as tight. But he couldn't allow himself to fully enjoy it. Because even after a few moments like that, of just holding each other and finally releasing you he could still feel it. Reluctance, maybe even animosity he couldn't quite place. He realized then that he'd have to tread lightly. At least until you are ready to properly accept an apology.

From then on the energy between you is off.

What Harry didn't know was that you were just about over it. Not only of the excuses but of the lies. Often he claimed that you were the love of his life and yet when it came to you he always chose everything else. This time in particular another woman.

Pictures of them were everywhere. Together on and off set, in night clubs, on off days with his friends, in restaurants, or shopping like it wasn't a secret. You confronted him about it twice over the phone only to be rudely dismissed and snapped at for 'overreacting' because she 'was his costar' and 'they were just friends!!' After that you never brought it up again and the once so effortless synergy between you was ruined.

If he didn't want to talk about it then you didn't want to talk to him. Like at all. So the calls you shared were short and scarce. Especially due to your new preference of texting. It was so much better than hearing his voice and having to bite your tongue when yet another headline took the world by storm. Nonetheless fighting the urge to ask questions when she pops into the frame while in the midst of having a face time call. He'd hurriedly rush off then and that hurt more than words could explain.

It was exhausting trying to keep the ship afloat on your own. So much to the point you're left feeling dejected. After all what was the point in trying when he wasn't. He clearly only came out of guilt.

You'd never thought things between you and Harry would get so rocky that he'd cheat.

Yet here you are. Putting band aids over bullet wounds in attempt to move forward. If that. Since arriving, you've pointedly kept your distance. Frustratedly waiting for him to address the enormous elephant in the room. But he doesn't. Instead he makes more of an effort to sit closer to you on the sofa. Inching bit by bit pretending to pay attention to the Game of Thrones marathon you had playing in the background.

It's during a particular sex scene that he finds it appropriate to make a move. Leaning in to kiss the corner of your jaw gently and trailing more when you don't immediately pull away. You let it go on for awhile but when he starts marking you and getting grabby at your breast and hips. Clearly making it a point that he wants you. Resentment takes ahold of your better judgment, plaguing your thoughts.

Did he honestly think that sex was going to solve everything? Or is this the only reason he keeps you around? To screw around? Maybe you should screw with him for once? Show him how it feels...

You decide to play along. Kissing him back like you would if nothing were wrong. Deep, fervered, and desperate cradling his cheeks and even straddling his lap. It's no surprise when things escalate once he gets hard. Harry easily picks you up and leads you to your bedroom, peeling off and shedding your clothes on the way.

Centering you on your back on the bed, Harry hovers over you this time. Kissing, suckling, and licking to coax moans out of you that couldn't be faked even if you wanted. His tongue swirling around and sucking at each of your nipples as if it's the most decadent dessert he's ever had. Leaving you writhing and squirming in anticipation as that familiar heat pools between your legs. Burning even hotter as he descends tortuously slow.

The kisses he places are strategically teasing, making it almost impossible to stay focused. Harry knew exactly what to do to get you on the verge of a frenzy. Even when upset he still knows your body like the back of his hand.

While spreading your legs open wider to accommodate himself it's like something snaps inside him. His lids lower in determination as he takes you in. And then he's nuzzling into your mound as if he can't take the separation anymore, licking into you with a broad warm stroke of his heavy tongue.

Helplessly you moan and arch from the mattress chasing the sensation. How could it be that you've only started and you're already falling apart at the seams.

Harry moans along with you mouthing without bothering to separate, "Always taste so fucking good,"

His hands hook around your thighs and settle them over his shoulders just so that he could delve deeper. Trailing to and dipping inside your opening briefly and replacing the muscle with two of his digits. Causing your breath to catch in a gasp but it never gets to properly builld. Before you know it Harry kisses over your clit and holds the hood back with his other hand. Licking and flicking his tongue directly over it mercilessly. Making your entire form jolt and quake.

Your room is filled with noises of pure filth coming from the both of you. Its hard to tell who exactly was in control but your vote went to Harry. Seeing as he's got your hands locked in his hair desperately bucking against his mouth for more. You could come just like this and he'd probably be more than happy to help you do so but it wasn't enough. You wanted him equally out of his mind.

Crying out, "Fuck fuck fuck! More- I need more- want you!"

Harry is slightly disoriented when you rush to roll him over onto his back. Grabbing his hard length and pumping a couple times before easing down slowly on his generous cock. It's been awhile so you struggle on your own to accommodate all of him, but Harry easily obliges with a steady raise of his hips and deep groan in his chest. Mouth hanging open and head tossed back in pure ecstasy.

You've missed this, being connected. Even if it only lasted for a handful of minutes, the true aftermath lingered for days— weeks even. The butterflies from the ghost of his touch, the intense flush all over from seeing one of his marks finally disappearing, and more importantly the immense tightening in your chest at the memory of his mouth molding to yours.

Harry's kisses were your favorite thing in the world. The thought of losing them, or nonetheless him giving them to someone else. Makes tears sting the back of your eyes on the spot.

God, how could he just give up what you had so easily? You had loved him with everything you had why wasn't it enough? What if the roles were reversed what would he do?

At that thought you decide to find out.

Focusing back on the pleasure that Harry was helping to create. Stoking that all consuming fire, approaching faster than you expected.

Harry's got you slightly angled over his shoulder, nipple in his mouth, massive hands gripping ravenously at your ass as he fucks up into you. Hitting deep and hard, yet in a tedious way to reach every one of your toe curling spots. Intensifying your orgasm.

All the while he only makes sweet praises of encouragement. You almost back out but at the last moment you barely let it slip past your lips before the euphoric wave came crashing over.

"Oh fuck, Keith!"

Though when it hits it's blinding to all your senses. You don't feel the studdering of his hips as he forces himself to stop thrusting abruptly, and you surely don't see him remove himself. Growing softer and softer by the second.

"Wh- what, what did yeh jus' say?" He pants out chest heaving from his previous exertion, hands finding a new home stiffly on your hips.

"Mmmm," Due to rolling onto your back beside him, coming down from your high with your eyes closed. You miss the initial look of confusion on his face. But now when you open them he looks completely affronted, "Hm?"

Face pulled in tight and eyes narrowed. Propped up by his elbow on his side Harry quietly demands, "What did you just say?"

The name was all too familar to be a coincidence. Hell he only knew one person named Keith and you both just met him at an industry party right before he started filming. The only Keith he saw chatting you up from across the room, for too long that he selfishly felt the need to intervene. It wasn't lost upon him that the bloke was tall, charming, and really fucking good looking. A model turned actor or summat.

"I don't know, why?" You catch your breath feigning innocence, but you knew exactly what you said. The slight anger in his tone was all the more satisfying to the stroke of your bruised ego.

Harry usually wasn't the jealous type but right now he couldn't properly wrap his head around it any other way. "Yeh were thinking about someone else the whole time?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Keith, y'said Keith when yeh came!" He snapped sitting up and pulling the blanket up over his waist to cover himself, "There something yeh need to tell me?"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? If you're trying to accuse me of something then just say it." You demand waiting for the familiarity of the situation to come dawning on him.

Harry is officially angry now deadpanning, "Did you fuck him?"

"Are you serious right now?" You retort annoyed, downplaying his feelings like you felt he did to you.

"Answer the question, yes or no!" Harry suddenly barks. His pulse was rapidly thrumming in his ears again but not in the way it was before. He was enveloped by negative emotions, a mix between flat out anger and out right fear. For he knew for a fact that he'd never be able to recover if his worst thoughts had been confirmed.

The seconds you took to answer felt like hours. "Well now you know how I've felt over the past three months." Still he waited with baited breath while you merely adjusted comfortably on the pillows behind you, crossing your arms over your sheet clad chest. "It's a shitty feeling isn't it? Like you're not the only one? But to answer your question, no. I'd never do that to you."

Although relieved he doesn't feel better, springing onto his feet as if being so close to you had burned him. "Wow, yeh got me!" Harry makes an over dramatic show of clapping, "And guess wha' yeh did it for nothing because I've never fucking cheated on yeh' either! For fucks sake, since when is it a crime to have friends of the opposite sex?" He angrily pulls on his boxers before stepping back into his jeans. Wobbling around a bit as he shimmies them on.

You knew that he'd do this, turn the tables back on you. And because you expected it your temper flares. "When you start blowing me off for that said friend and spending all your time with that friend how the hell else am I supposed to feel, Harry! Am I supposed to be glad that some random bitch is getting the best side of you while I have to settle for the half assed scraps?"

"Tha' gives yeh the right to intentionally hurt me?" Harry pauses to stare at you furious, expecting an answer though when you roll your eyes stubbornly instead he opts to roughly snatch his shirt off the floor, "Jesus Christ. M'sorry Y/N! I am so bloody sorry if I hurt yeh or made yeh feel a certain way when there was absolutely nothing going on. I genuinely didn't mean to and I apologize."

There is a beat of silence as he wrestles his shirt back on. A silence that gives you too long to think rationally. Honestly, his sudden apology makes you waiver. Your original plan was to yell and scream at him some more but that was kind of difficult when the anger was being sucked out of you and replaced with guilt.

You reason, "Okay. I just don't see why you didn't say that when I asked you before. Dodging me only made it worse.”

It surprises you at first when Harry sits back down on the bed, but soon realize it's only to put his shoes on. "Because I didn't wan' to waste time arguing with yeh! You of all people are supposed to know better, know how the media paints things— paints me. Shouldn't have to defend myself all the fucking time. Bloody sick of it!"

At the sound of his voice cracking your eyes dart up to find his. Rimmed red and swelling with tears. It absolutely broke your heart. "Harry..."

How could you have been so stupid, so mean?

He sniffles, "Yeh know, I've had people mad at me before who wrote songs, made up awful stories to sell to the tabloids, and actually cheated on me. But this, this is really fucked up." He laughs bitterly cold, "No one has ever hurt me like this. Congratulations Y/N." With that he walks out the door and to add insult to injury he doesn't even slam it.

AN: What have you done?!?! Lmao! I think about this one a lot, because to be quite honest I'm this petty. Are you?

#Harry styles angst #Harry styles imagines #Harry x reader #Harry styles #one direction imagines #Harry Styles one shot #One direction one shot #harry styles drabble #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction

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dirtyahs · 6 years

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Secret Sex Life

This one was requested by @intheendyouwillalwayskneel

Thank you for the request!! This was honestly a lot of fun to write :-)

Request: “ I love the tv show NCIS. If at all possible could you write one where the character Tim McGee, who is shy and quiet, is married to a girl that is covered in tattoos and piercings? No one at NCIS knows he is married and they have never been to his home so they dont know about the couple's sex dungeon. They are both into hardcore BDSM, and he loves being called Daddy, while he calls her Baby Girl. Is that too much? “

Warnings : Rough sex, restraints, name calling, overall BDSM kinks and fetishes.

Tim sighed to himself, running a hand through his short hair. Today had been an absolute shit show to put it lightly. Everybody was just having an off day, and he could not wait to get home to you. You and Tim had been together for years, but no body knew it. He decided to keep your relationship a secret from the rest of his team, simply for the fact he was afraid of the ridicule that'd come with it. Not every body was as open minded as he is.

He didn't know how they'd react to his wife being tattooed everywhere except your neck, or how they'd feel about the big amethyst gauges you had in her ears. He especially didn't know how they'd react to possibly finding out what they did behind closed doors.

His nervous thoughts at work turned into pleasurable ones; he thought about dragging you by your hair to the little sex dungeon you two had created in your home. The walls were painted black, with red and white accents around the room. The day couldn't finish fast enough. His thoughts had been consumed with the image if you on your knees, hands tied beautifully behind your back, letting him fuck your throat. He bounced his leg below his desk, struggling to pull his mind away from the thoughts of you.

But finally his day came to an end, and he walked quickly to his car, almost immediately un-buckling his belt and the button on his dress pants, simply to relieve the pressure his thoughts had caused.

He pulled into the drive way in front of your beautiful home, leaving his things in the car and storming inside desperately.

"Oh, hi Tim." you smiled at him, you were in the kitchen, dinner was finished. He looked you up and down, you were wearing a tight white tank top and a pair of tiny black shorts, your beautiful artwork was on show for him to see. He briskly approached you, pinning you between the counter and his body. His hand traveled up your side and into your hair, planting a firm kiss on your lips.

"We're worrying about dinner later. I want all of these clothes off and I want you waiting for me." he hissed against your lips, sending chills down your spine.

"I-Tim, it's going to get cold..." you whispered, mainly just provoking him to be more rough with you. He jerked your head back by your hair, his fingers digging into your hips.

"You heard me, baby girl. I had a shitty day today, don't test me." his voice was loud over you, and his eyes were burning with desperation. He let your hair go and you turned to walk away, smacking your ass hard as you did. You dropped your clothes strategically leading to the door, opening it and turning on the lights, setting them dimly to start. You stood at the rack of hand cuffs, ropes, and ties, running your fingers over them, not so patiently waiting for your husband to return. The door opened and slammed quickly, he was still in his work clothes besides the button down shirt. Which you loved. He looked powerful.

He joined you at the racks of restraints you two had collected, and he smirked.

"I'll let you pick this. Since you're going to be completely powerless for the rest of the night." his hand traveling to grip your ass. You looked up at him with an excited glint in your eye, and you pulled down a set of black metal hand cuffs, handing them over to him.

He cuffed your hands in front of you, pulling you in and kissing you hard. He moved from your lips, to your ear, down your neck, gradually going slower and slower, purposely trying to make you squirm. And it worked. It wasn't long before you whimpered with desperation, making him chuckle. He forced you down onto your knees, not losing any degree of eye contact.

"Open your mouth baby. Don't close it unless you're trying to get punished."

You did as he said, opening your mouth wide, his hand tangling in your hair and pushing his restrained cock against your open mouth.

"You're so fucking beautiful..." he grunted quietly before sliding his slacks down his legs. He put his cock against your lips, but pulled away quickly, doing it a few times, resulting in another desperate whine from you. With your noted desperation, he took no time to slam his cock down your throat, forcing your eyes shut. He didn't start slow like he usually did. He was always good about warming you up for things like this, but tonight he was going to use you however he wanted.

He moaned sharply as he drove his cock deep down your throat, your eyes watering.

"You're such a good little slut for me, aren't you baby girl?" he pulled himself from your mouth, a few black streaks of your makeup running down your cheeks.

"Yes daddy." you said between catching your breath.

"Get up." You started to stand up, and he yelled at you,

"I said get up!" You moved quicker, smiling as he watched you obey his word. He motioned you towards a red leather chair,

"You did what I asked, so I'm going to reward you."

You sat down on it as he instructed, leaned back and spread your legs for him. He knelt between your inked thighs, biting them, making you jump a bit with each one.

He kissed your clit gently, his tongue coming soon after.He made what felt like circle motions around your clit. Whatever he was doing, it had you enjoying it. He picked up the pace, his tongue batting against your clit quickly, making you writhe in the chair. But as quickly as he started, he stopped and stood up, positioning himself at your soaked entrance.

You looked up at him, and he took your cuffed hands in one of his, pinning them above your head. The other hand coming to clamp around your throat. He pushed into you, starting slowly, inhaling a sharp breath as he did.

"This pussy is so fucking tight baby." his jaw hung open slightly and he looked into your eyes. You moaned beneath him, quickly getting louder and louder as he went quicker and quicker.

"Fuck, daddy!" you damn near screamed for him. There wasn't a moment of silence. His thrusts stayed consistently hard, his hand tightening around your throat.You screamed for him again and he pulled out quickly, walked around the chair and returned with a black ball gag.

"You're being so loud princess. Shut the hell up and let me fuck you." he hissed. You never took what he said in this room personally. Tim was the most loving man you'd ever met. It's like this room just pulled a different person out of him.You opened your mouth and let him gag you.

He pulled you by your hand cuffs and bent you over the matching red leather bench he bought just for this purpose. His hand crashed against your ass hard, making you cry out against the gag. He returned himself to your soaking wet pussy, his hands holding your hips tightly.

He forced himself in and out of you, always slamming into you at the last second. His hands continued spanking you, only getting rougher and harder with you, leaving your ass a bright red, bruised sight.

"This pussy belongs to me, baby, don't you ever forget that." he hissed to you, his breath was broken. He was close and you knew it. He grabbed your hair and returned you to your knees, quickly pulling the gag out of your mouth.

He pleasured himself in one hand and tugged at your hair in the other.You instinctively opened your mouth as he came - you knew he loved this. He moaned loudly, covering your face with his cum.

"You're so fucking sexy." he sighed once he was finished, breathing hard.You looked up at him, your eyes glittered with satisfaction. Making him cum was so rewarding in your mind.

"You're not done baby. You know I wouldn't let you cum too." he smirked down at you. He sat you down on the chair again, removed the cuffs from your wrist and smiled at you. He returned to you with your favorite vibrator in his hands, making your heart jump with excitement.

"Beg for it." he crouched between your legs again, his tongue moving closer and closer to your clit.

"Daddy I need it. I need to cum, please." you whined at him quietly.

"That wasn't very believable." he said teasingly, moving further away now from where you desperately needed him.

"For fucks sake daddy, please! I'm so close, I need you to make me cum. Please!" you raised your voice and your hands tangled in his hair.

"Good girl..." he whispered before kissing your clit once, replacing it with the vibrator, two fingers of his sliding into your pussy. You arched your back, immediately hit with waves of euphoria.

"Cum for me baby girl, you let me use this pussy, you let me fuck you like a dirty little slut, cum for me." he was dirty talking you, which he knew would get you closer.

The quick vibrations from the toy made you moan loudly, no longer forming words, just desperate cries and whimpers. You arched your back, cumming harshly over your husbands hands.

He didn't pull the toy away though, he kept it firmly pressed against you, making you scream his name.He pulled away and smiled. He grabbed your hand, helping you back to your feet and kissed you lovingly.

"Let's go eat dinner." he chuckled a bit, kissing your nose lightly.

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Chapter 80

Standing in front of the full length mirror in the master suite, you slip on your new dress, run your fingers through your hair to smooth it down and examine your reflection from every angle. You really do love it. The shape is flattering and comfortable and the color is gorgeous, but you just aren’t sure about the plunging neckline. It’s not that it looks bad, it’s just different. Your small chest has always made you a bit self-conscious and wearing something that draws attention to it feels strange, rather like you’re trying to pretend to be someone or something you’re not. You tilt your head and frown slightly at the deep narrow V, still unsure.

“Babe, have you seen my… “ Dave stops in mid-sentence upon seeing you as he strides into the room. “Whoa.”

“Your what?” you ask, furrowing your brow.

“Is that what you bought today?” he asks, stepping toward you slowly and motioning at the dress.

“Yep. What do you think? I like it, but I feel strange in it.” Turning back to frown in the mirror again, you glance over your shoulders’ reflection at the still approaching Dave. He takes you by the hand and spins you around like a ballet dancer to face him. Putting both hands on your hips, he takes a small step back to look at you from head to toe.

“You look beautiful.” His voice is soft, deep and slightly lusty. He runs his index, middle and ring fingers delicately across your bare cleavage causing you to shiver a little. You smile and drop your chin. “Actually, better than that. Ali was right. You have to go shopping with her more often.” His fingers move from your chest to your chin and tilts your face up toward his.

“You like it, then?”

He grins. You melt. It never ceases to amaze you how that smile of his makes you melt.

“Alison said it would be perfect for me to wear to one of your fancier parties or events. Which freaks me out a little.”

“Why?”

“It still seems weird to assume I’ll be going to stuff like that with you. I guess in a way, this still doesn’t seem real. I don’t expect you to take me to places like that. I’m content to just wait in the wings for you. I’m not about all that stuff. This isn’t me.”

He laughs and pulls you closer. You swear you can feel his heart beating through his shirt.

“Penny, you’re my girl now. I love you. More than you seem to understand. I will be proud and honored to have you on my arm and show you off anywhere. I don’t care what you wear - shorts and a t-shirt or a fancy dress. But you look incredible in that dress.”

The butterflies in your stomach feel like they are attending a rave as he wraps you in his arms and kisses you.

“Actually,” you whisper with a coy smile, “the main reason I bought it is so that you could take it off.” He raises his eyebrows in mock surprise. “Oh stop!” you giggle. “It’s your fault my mind falls into the gutter so easily. I never used to be an easy little tramp till I met you.” Sliding a hand between you, you grip the erection he’s been pressing against your groin and give it a gentle squeeze. “Filthy fucking rock star.”

“I will take full responsibility for corrupting you. Now. I want to see what that dress looks like draped over that chair,” he growls, his eyes glued to you while motioning to the lounge chaise in the corner with a nod of his head, “and how you look draped all over me.”

His calloused fingers tickle down your side as he lowers the zipper to your waist and carefully slips your arms out of the bodice. He kisses you deeply as it falls to the floor, his lips moving from your mouth to your neck, collarbone and chest before hastily snatching up the dress and placing it carefully over the chair. You smile at this courtesy and wait patiently, lunging at him when he starts back over to you.

Sliding both hands under his shirt, you begin to tug it off and, as he pulls it over his head, you begin unbuckling his belt. Before you know it you’re both naked, horizontal and have become an entangled mess of sheets, flesh and hair. To Dave’s surprise, you push him flat on his back, straddle him and, pressing your breasts against his chest, begin to kiss is neck gently. A quiet sign escapes his parted lips as you slowly rock your hips front to back, feeling the delicious, wet friction between your legs. A couple of extra strategic moves guides him inside you and you sit upright, sinking him as far in as you possibly can. He grabs your hips and thrusts upward while simultaneously pulling you into him. You squeal loudly in both pleasure and surprise and he grins at you again. He laces his fingers with yours.

“I honestly think this gets better every time we do it,” he says, matter-of-fact. “But what happened to that shy, self-conscious girl from before?”

“Which one?” You raise an eyebrow at him and try not to smile. “The one that agreed to spend the night with you fifteen minutes after she met you, the one that spontaneously kissed you in the elevator on the way to soundcheck or the one who fucked you side stage in front of everyone in Zilker Park?”

You wait while he considers this. “Did you like her better?” He cracks another smile.

“I didn’t mean it like that and you know it.” He’s smiling but sounds completely serious. “I just mean you’ve changed a little since we met. In a positive way. You’ve got more confidence. You’re more assertive. I’m proud of you. Plus, it’s very sexy.”

Smiling, you look away, turning your head enough to hide the side of your face behind your hair. You’re flattered but a little embarrassed. Prying your left hand from his right, you delicately run your index finger over the feather tattoo you love so much.

“There’s the girl I fell in love with,” he says with a little laugh. He continues to hold both of your hands, fumbling with your fingers and your grandmother’s ring while watching your face.

Sitting up tall again, you look down into his eyes and begin grinding into him again. “And there’s the girl I’m still falling in love with. Fuck me, are you wet!” He rolls his eyes before closing them, both hands letting yours go and grabbing hold of your breasts. Using your upper thighs for support, you slowly begin riding him again.

“Fuck me hard,” he orders in his usual growl. “Show me how fuckin’ much you want it. Make yourself cum. Let’s break the bed frame this time.”

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“Penny,” Alison whispers softly over her glass of red wine. She’s sat directly across the dinner table from you and is quietly trying to get your attention as the conversation you have been having with Pat, Dave and Nate begins to slow. Reaching for your water goblet, you make eye contact with her and take a sip. She cuts her eyes sharply to her left and quickly looks back at you. Casually, you glance in the same direction to find Chris staring directly at you. You hold his gaze for several seconds before looking back at what’s left of the piece of pepperoni and mushroom pizza on your plate. A few moments later, a casual glance to your right at Dave reveals that he is staring directly at Chris. You watch him for an uncomfortable moment and, as you peek briefly at Chris again, Dave’s hand gives your knee a squeeze and you look at him again to find him smiling at you. All of the discomfort disappears.

“How’s your slice, babe?” he asks, leaning over so that you can hear him over the crowded pizzeria noise.

You nod enthusiastically as you chew and he smiles warmly. After another sip of water, you start to ask how his pizza is and notice that he hasn’t touched it or the pint of beer he’d ordered upon arrival.

“What’s wrong?” you ask with a hint of concern.

“I’m just not hungry,” he says, shaking his head and pushing his plate away from him. “I dunno.” He looks at you again, his features soft, loving and a bit sad. “Would you be mad at me if I got out of here?”

“Yeah, we can go,” you say without hesitation as you start to get up. He presses the hand on your knee down gently.

“You don’t have to leave. I don’t mind if you stay and hang out. They’re your friends now too, you know.”

“Dave, honey, what’s wrong?”

“I just wanna get out of here, go back to the room,” he says, shaking his head slightly. “I’m sorry.”

You toss the cloth napkin from your lap onto the table. “I’ll go with you… unless you just don’t want me to. Do you need some alone time?”

“No, I’d love it if you come too. I just don’t want to make you leave if you aren’t ready. Alison’s here and I know how much you love all these guys…” his eyes dart around before landing on you again. You wonder if he is still watching Chris, but you don’t dare look away.

“Ali, we’re heading out,” you say loudly enough to get her attention. You notice that it’s also gotten Chris’ attention. Ali frowns and sets down her wine. “All of today’s excitement has worn him out. We’re gonna turn in early.”

You leave the room to a series of goodnight shouts, step into the chilly evening air and hail a cab. Moments later you are creeping along in traffic in the back seat with Dave’s arm around you. He gives you a gentle squeeze, a kiss on the temple and you smile at the warmth of his embrace and the tickle of his beard on your cheek.

“Thanks for coming with me.” He still sounds tired or maybe even sad. “You really didn’t have to. I wouldn’t have minded if you’d stayed. I’m really glad that you get on so well with everyone. And they really like you too. I told you you’d make some friends.” After a moment he quietly adds, “But I’m really grateful you left with me.”

You slide an arm across his belly, grabbing his side and give him the tightest hug you can muster. You aren’t sure where all of this is coming from or what’s going on, but you don’t ask again. If he wants to talk about it, he’ll do it in his own time.

“I love you,” you murmur into his coat.

“I love you more,” he retorts, his voice deep, warm and dreamy.

The hotel is cozy and welcoming and, while you enjoyed hanging out with the others, it felt good to be out of the noise and cold. Dave collapses silently on the sofa and, after hanging up both of your coats, you fall in next to him. You look at him sideways without saying anything. He seems totally spaced out and you place a hand on his thigh. He picks up your fingers, lacing them with his, lazily tilts his head to the side and gives you a small smile. He looks beautiful, his face soft and framed by his long dark hair. Your stomach does a bit of a flip flop and you carefully slip one leg across his lap and have a seat, looking at him face to face. He pushes a lock of hair behind your ear.

“Penny, can I ask you something?” He sounds worn out, exhausted from such an exciting, full first day on the set.

“Of course, sweetie. Always.”

“Do you promise you’ll tell me the truth, no matter how much you think it’s gonna hurt me, or make me angry?”

Taken aback, your heart sinks a little. Alison was right. The thing between you and Chris is obvious and Dave has picked up on it.

“What we have was built on honesty. I wouldn’t break that trust now.”

“Are you in love with Chris? Are you two seeing each other behind my back? Just tell me if you are. I need to know.”

Not especially wanting to have this conversation in this particular position, you start to get up but he grabs your hips to keep you in your provocative seat.

“Don’t run off. Just please talk to me.” He takes both of your hands in his and looks down into his lap, like he is afraid to look at you.

“I wasn’t leaving, I was just going to change seats,” you promise, relaxing and trying to watch his face. “Chris and I are not seeing each other.”

“Are you in love with him?”

“Chris and I got close in Austin and he’s one of my best friends. I love him, but I don’t know that I am in love with him. I do know, however, that I am very much head over heels stupid crazy in love with you. What makes you ask this all of a sudden?”

He finally looks you in the eye. “You two have just been acting weird. And every time I look at him, he’s staring at you. But I haven’t seen you staring at him, so I wasn’t sure. Is there something I need to know?”

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” You are very matter-of-fact in this, surprised that this doesn’t make you as uneasy as you might have expected. You haven’t cheated on Dave, and you’ve made your intentions clear with Chris. There was nothing to hide, so there was nothing to be nervous about.

“I want to know everything that you guys haven’t already told me.”

You attempt to rise again and this time he allows it, his eyes sadly following you to the other side of the coffee table to where you take a new seat on the opposite sofa.

“Okay… I’ll start at the hotel in Austin.”

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