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exhaslo · 1 year ago

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Hi! I've been reading off and on and I loved puzzle pieces and I'm excited for Overtime! I do have a ask if you have the time.

The reader is a spider person and has a couple friends and is good at her job in alxmex. (I don't think I spelled that right forgive me.) but when she reports or gets missions from Miguel she clams up and doesn't really talk much just stoic and shy (definitely trying to fight the crush and just staring at him.) and he notices how different it is from the watch footage and what everyone says about reader. Layla figures out she has a crush and tells Miguel. Plot twist though the reader stays late practicing web moves in the gym and goes to the locker room/showers to rense off and change and there's Miguel waiting for her after his shower cause it's Miguel he likes to make people squirm. (I assume the gym locker room/shower there is unisex for reasons only for the plot 👀) So Miguel's there in just towel looking at the reader, and the virgin reader (cause of course she is.) is trying to be polite and not look at him and then chaos can reupt.

The idea popped into my head and I really enjoy your writing so I think it would be really fun to see how you interpret it. In my head I definitely see him going "you can look you know?" And the reader is just refusing and maybe he has to make her. I'll let you decide that lol. Anyway I really love your writing and I hope when you get this you have a good rest of your day or it gets better! 😊

Haha, the plot armor is STRONG with this one! Also, thank you! I'm glad you enjoy my series~

Warning: MINORS DNI, some smut, mentioned of sex, teasing, touch-starved Miguel

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What would it take for your eyes to gaze only at him?

Despite what everyone believes about you, Miguel could only see one side. The shy and quiet you that could barely stutter a word whenever the two of you were alone. Your gaze always avoiding his, but yet, always stares whenever you thought Miguel wasn't looking.

So what would it take for you to open to up him?

This all started with you. Miguel knew that you were always a good worker. Everyone loved you and always praised you, but you always gave Miguel the cold shoulder. At least that was what he thought at first.

Miguel remembered it like it was yesterday. You had done a mission for him and there was barely anyone at the Spider Society. You were so quiet and embarrassed that you stumbled and fell against Miguel when delivering your report.

Your hands against his chest. That sweet voice of yours apologizing profusely as those glowing orbs of yours stared into his. It felt like an eternity. Miguel almost didn't want to let you go. He had wanted you to keep touching him.

It had been weeks since that encounter, and Miguel could only get a brush of your hand ever now and then.

So, what would it take for you to touch him again?

It was getting to the point where Miguel was becoming obsessive. He had started to watch videos of you from your home world. Watching your every lively moment. You weren't quiet to others. Miguel just wanted more of you.

"Ohoho, I think I found something interesting for our little Spider creep."

"Stop calling me that, Lyla." Miguel hissed towards his AI, "What did you find?"

Lyla withheld a snicker as she pulled a video up.

"Sooooo, (Y/N), when are you joining the dating pool?" One of your friends from your world asked.

"Ah-I'm not sure," You said with a light laugh, "There is this one guy I work with...He's kind of my boss, but he is so amazing. You're going to laugh, but I clamp up and can't say a word to him!"

"Liar. You never shut up!"

"My heart just keeps racing whenever I see him! He's so handsome and perfect. I just don't think I'm good enough for someone like him."

"What's his name and how long have you liked him?"

"Miguel and call it cheesy, but it was totally love at first sight. I can't even begin to describe my dreams~"

Miguel felt flustered as he immediately turned the video off. So that was why you kept avoiding him. Unable to hide his smile, Miguel knew that it was going to be much more fun from now on. Hopefully his teasing will get you to open up more.

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With a heavy sigh, you scurried your way inside the Spider Society. It had been a long day of both work and crime fighting. Alchemax had you up to your head with paper work, then of course your Rhino decided to cause some havoc in the city.

You were due to a nice shower.

Hearing the alarm go off, you let out another sigh as you accepted the anomaly request on your watch. You entered the different world and nearly gasped as Miguel swung over you. Your face turning bright red as you got a good look at his ass.

Unsure if you should stay or not, you panicked. What if you messed up in front of Miguel?

Deciding to stay, you hurried to Miguel's side. This time the anomaly was a Doc Ock. You scrunched your face up as this Doc Ock used mud like attacks.

"Watch out, (Y/N)!" Miguel called out.

You felt your spider senses tingle as you went to dodge an attack. Before you could move, you felt yourself being pulled. Gasping sharply, you landed in Miguel's arms as you pulled you to safety. His grip tight around your waist.

"You take him from behind, I'll go front." Miguel said.

"A-"

You squeaked in response, unable to say anything. Instead, you followed his lead, trying to forget about his arm around you.

You knew you were going to sleep good tonight.

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Miguel had his eyes on you during the whole fight. He wanted to touch you more. Using the fight as an excuse, Miguel kept grabbing your arm, pulling against your waist and even bumping into you. Any kind of touch was what he needed.

Once the Doc Ock was captured, Miguel had you follow him back to the Spider Society. By this time nearly everyone was getting ready to go home.

"Ugh, I need a shower," You whispered, "Um....M-Miguel...G-Give me like....twenty....twenty minutes....p-please?"

God. You sounded so sweet. Miguel knew he was handsome, but to make such a outgoing person like you stutter and freeze was new. Hell, it started to turn him on.

"Sure,"

At this rate, Miguel needed to be the one to make the first move. These little touches here and there weren't going to get you out of your shell. Having an idea of where you were going, Miguel just chuckled as he decided to have some fun.

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A shower was definitely what you needed. Washing off the sweat, stress and mud from the way was so refreshing. Letting the water run down your body, you started to recall how Miguel kept touching you during the fight.

This was the most he had ever made contact with you. It was so hot and addicting. Knowing that the place was empty, you decided to give in to your small urges.

Letting your hands roam, you leaned against the shower wall and started to think of Miguel. The way his hands felt against your body. If only they could touch you elsewhere. His deep, charming voice whispering dirty things in your ear.

"Mhm~"

Imagining Miguel finally kissing you. His fingers making a mess of your sex while you cry and beg. How wonderful would that be?

"Sounds like someone needed to destress."

You gasped, recognizing the voice to be Miguel's. Your face was probably a million shades of red as you bend down and tried to hide inside the shower. Though, there really wasn't any use since he knew you were in here now.

"(Y/N)?" Miguel hummed lowly, "It's okay to show your face."

"B-But..." You covered your face, feeling embarrassed, "Sorry,"

"For what?"

Hearing the curtain open, you squeaked and looked up at Miguel. His lower half in a loose towel as he looked down at you with what seemed like a seductive grin.

"How cute. All wrapped up?" Miguel chuckled lowly.

This was the most you've ever had a conversation with him. Registering that you were naked, you tried to close the curtain again, but Miguel stopped you. He bend down to your level, his towel falling off, causing you to look away.

"Don't be shy, (Y/N), you can look."

Your mind was racing a mile a minute. Unable to refuse such a offer, you slowly turned your head to face Miguel. Your whole body had probably turned red from embarrassment as you tried to hide. How could Miguel say something to tempting?

"You're cute," Miguel chuckled as he grabbed your chin, making you look at him, "I like you, (Y/N). I like you a lot."

"Huh?"

Your eyes widen to Miguel's confession. Trying to stutter the words out, you decided to take the leap. Leaning forward, you pecked Miguel's lips to respond to him.

That was a great mistake.

Miguel pinned you against the wall, his lips all over yours. Your body resting against his hips as his hands roamed your body. You weren't sure where to touch him, so you kept your hands around his neck. His tongue ravishing your mouth in the meantime.

Your body arched slightly as you felt his dick poking against your entrance. You wanted to say that this was moving too fast, but at the same time....You wanted him to fuck you.

Stroking your hands against his chest, you felt Miguel groan. He broke the kiss, watching you pant for air.

"Don't stop touching me, (Y/N). I want to see the side of you that everyone else sees."

"Mhm," You still felt shy towards his words, "T-This....This is the side I...I will only show you..."

"Even better," Miguel said with a grin as he captured your lips again.

You whimpered into the kiss, enjoying every second of it. His hands reaching your breasts, giving them a squeeze while he moved his hips to rub his dick against your cunt. You were feeling hot and wet, ready for this to escalate.

"Thank god the showers are still open. MJ and I had a fight so I'm sleeping here tonight." One of the Peters said as they entered the shower room.

Miguel was quick to shut the curtain, covering your mouth with his, wanting to keep you quiet.

"I wish I got into a fight. I got kicked out of my apartment because I couldn't' pay rent in time. I gotta crash here until I get a new place."

Wrapping your arms around Miguel's neck, you gently tugged against his hair to have him stop. Miguel pulled away, smirking down at you. He leaned towards you, nibbling against your ear,

"You really shouldn't have done that," He whispered, "We'll going to continue this in my office."

You rolled your lips inward as you just nodded. Miguel still held onto you, wanting to make sure you knew how hard he was. Covering your face against his chest, you tried your best to hide your smile.

This was the best day ever.

And the fun hadn't even started yet.

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Hope you enjoyed!!

#spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel x you #across the spiderverse #miguel x fem!reader

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xf-cases-solved · 1 year ago

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S1E14: Gender Bender

Case: In what is arguably one of the most "why did you write this??" plots so far, our dynamic duo (per Mulder's request, I might add) investigate the deaths of five victims who appear to have, like... been fucked to death? Or something?

Actually I have to interrupt my own summary here, bc I just looked up the Wikipedia page (yes, bc I was trying to remember the state, shut up), and Glen Morgan is apparently quoted as saying he wanted "an episode with more of a sexy edge." How that ended up being this particular episode, I cannot say. That is an X-File in and of itself.

But I digress. People are dying of mb really high levels of pheromones caused by super mind-blowing sex. Sure. Also no one is sure if this killer is male or female. (They somehow manage to not even entertain the idea that any of the victims might have been gay, which I thought was an impressive feat of elephant avoidance.)

ANYWAY. Their investigation leads them to Massachusetts, where a bunch of sci-fi not-Amish people are chilling out doing not-Amish people things. Stuff kind of just snowballs from there. Mulder jumps down into the not-Amish people's ritual cellar with no backup and then proceeds to reprimand Scully for being reckless; Scully (for the first, but unfortunately not last time) almost bangs someone bc she is being manipulated due to some supernatural phenomenon; I laugh A LOT alone in my work office bc I had forgotten the stupid twist ending; and Nicholas Lea is a starving artist who has to take the roles he's offered if he ever wants to be bumped up to recurring character status. Sigh. Hustling the club scene used to be so simple...

Does someone die in the cold open: Yes. He is fucked to death. Or something.

Does Mulder present a slideshow: Yes! Of dead people! Who were fucked to death! Or something!

Does the evidence survive the investigation: The evidence doesn't even stay on this planet.

Whodunit: A horny alien cosplaying as a gender fluid Amish person. No, seriously.

Convictions: Zip.

Did they solve it: No. This is my very first explicit no with no qualifiers. They 1. did not figure out the cause of death definitively, 2. did not apprehend the suspect, 3. lost literally all of their evidence, and 4. the government wasn't even hiding anything this time, they just got outsmarted by some horny aliens and were left with nothing. In fact, I bet they actually know less now than when they started. Failure from top to bottom, guys, good work.

[how do i determine if a case is solved? check the scale here: x]

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General Total Stats:

(green means stat has changed since last ep; red means new stat added to list)

Total Cases *Definitively* Solved So Far: 6 (streak ended. brutally)

Total Number of "Mulder/Scully, it's me" phone calls: 1

Total Number of Times Scully Has Conveniently Not Seen Something Crucial: 4

Total Number of Times Mulder Has Been in Mortal Danger: 5

Total Number of Times Scully Has Been in Mortal Danger: 4 (upped it another half point, bc i don't thiiiink the guy coercing her intended to put her life in danger. he just ("just") wanted to sexually assault her, but also apparently fucking those guys kills you, so. another toss up)

Total Number of Sexually Charged, Uncomfortably intimate, and/or Flirty Moments Between Friendly Coworkers: 8 (for an episode that was meant to have a "sexy edge," it was deeply unhorny all around, even between our good good coworkers. they should have brought back that horny fire expert from episode 12 to bring up the heat, pun not intended)

Total Number of Autopsies Scully Has Performed On Screen: 1

Total Number of Times Scully Plays Doctor: 1

Total Number of Times Mulder Talks to an Informant: 5

Total Number of Times People Making Out in a Car Are Hurt or Killed: 2 (when i made that stat, part of me was like "mb i am misremembering how often that happens, and it won't even come up that much," and then it happened in the very next episode)

Total Number of Nosebleeds: 4

Total Number of Times Mulder Has Tasted/Sniffed/Touched Something Questionable Without Following Proper Safety Procedures: 2 (don't touch and sniff the weird alien goo wall??? i know for a FACT you keep rubber gloves in your pocket)

Total Number of Times Someone Says "Trust No One": 1

Total Number of Times Someone Says "I Want to Believe": 2

Total Number of Cigarettes Cigarette Smoking Man Has Smoked: 2

Total Number of Maggie Scully Sightings: 1

Total Number of Alex Krycek Sightings: still 0, but like, uh... definitely the closest we've come so far

Total Number of Times I Had to Look Up What State the Episode Takes Place in Even Though I Literally Just Watched It: 4 ½ (yeah i couldn't even pretend that i paid attention)

Total Number of Times I Had to Look at an Episode's Wikipedia Page to Fill This Out Because It Was Fucking Confusing and/or Too Boring for Me to Pay Attention: 2 (i didn't need to, but i did read the wikipedia page anyway just out of pure curiosity, bc why did they write that episode? i mean like, i was entertained, which ig makes it a win, but also just... why?)

#txf cases solved #s1e14: gender bender #msr #txf #the x-files

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azems-familiar · 1 year ago

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my thoughts on dawntrail

alright, now that it's been a couple days since i finished the 7.0 MSQ, and i've had time to get my thoughts in order, i wanted to write up my overall thoughts and impressions on the expansion. beneath the cut there WILL BE MAJOR SPOILERS for plot points, zones, and dungeons/trials through the whole expansion, so be warned.

so i'll start with the positives.

first of all, i obviously can't stress enough how much i love the graphics update and how beautiful everything looks now. i really appreciate several of the QoL things they added in, like dual dye channels and the adjustment to the follow missions that make it easier to see when you might fail. i loved the first 4 zones - the designs, the cultures in them, the way they were developed. i think my favorite group was the Yok Huy. the dungeons and trials are also all REALLY fun, for the most part, although a couple of the fights suck balls on caster - Vanguard's second boss is aoe hell taken to a new extreme. i did have some troubles with seeing mechanics on the final trial, but i managed it, at least.

i overall liked the rite of succession. i liked Wuk Lamat's character arc, and i liked Koana's as well, and i wasn't too bothered by how much of a back seat in the story the WoL took, although i was disappointed we didn't get many chances to bond with the Scions or Erenville and the WoL's relationship with Wuk Lamat was centered over everything else (and sorry, but Lelesu is not going to think of her as family that quickly), especially with Erenville being the expansion's narrator. it did a little bit annoy me that it mostly felt like we were there to be a camera from which to let the player watch the story, but it wasn't too egregious. i wanted more of the rivalry between the Scions that we were teased, but overall it was an enjoyable little vacation with some really beautiful worldbuilding.

that said.

to me the second half of the story felt like someone trying to emulate shb without really understanding what made shb so good, while also trying to shoehorn Wuk Lamat in as the protagonist when by all rights she should no longer have been. the WoL was given no agency despite the fact that we were dealing with another reflection and a star-wide threat; frankly, the idea that Lelesu would have sat back and been perfectly content to wait for Wuk Lamat to challenge Zoraal Ja to single combat and whatnot is kind of ridiculous, considering the harm he could cause to not only the Source but the other reflections as well. i disliked that there were hardly any mentions whatsoever of past worldbuilding - we have no opportunity to talk to Sphene about how her shard's shift towards lightning was definitely intentional and caused by Ascian manipulation, we don't get to interject that we can cure the levin sickness (something that genuinely bothered me, since that was a MASSIVE PLOT POINT in the shb patches). our accomplishments are almost never brought up at all.

moreover, this expansion was supposed to be character development for Krile. i would not have minded the WoL remaining in the background so much if during the second half of the story, Krile took the fore, especially since her parents are from this unknown shard - but as it was, we barely got anything from her at all, except a couple cutscenes in Living Memory. the Scions also weren't particularly centered - they were all present, but all the emotional moments and connections were focused on Wuk Lamat and on Sphene, even Erenville fading into the background most of the time, and the WoL is constantly made to follow Wuk Lamat around to let the players watch what she's doing instead of working with their own team of people to ascertain what's going on and put a stop to it.

(this is very much a personal thing, but i also did not like Sphene; she gave me the utter creeps the moment she showed up onscreen, which would have been great if they'd been trying to play into that, but it felt like we were genuinely meant to Like Her and personally she made me want to claw my skin off every time she opened her mouth or did an animation, lol.)

despite my interest in another reflection, all of those issues above definitely soured me on the second half of the plot quite a bit. i also really did not like Living Memory - it felt somehow directly antithetical to the themes of endwalker, while trying to copy, again, the end of shb. like the opposite of Ultima Thule, which was incredibly cathartic even though it was very heavy. Living Memory just honestly was a bit triggering to me and left me upset in a bad way, and i had to force myself through the end of the msq there. especially considering that no one living remembers these people, since they all had their minds mass-wiped constantly...it did not feel very good. though i did like that we got some focus on Erenville there, finally.

the cutscene prior to the final trial i honestly did really love though - getting to pull out the Azem crystal and do what we do best made me HAPPY, since we'd gotten so little of that this expansion. so you can imagine i felt incredibly frustrated and...cheapened when Wuk Lamat burst through the literal fourth wall to trigger the boss's phase change. also the fact that no one is bringing up dynamis when "the power of emotion" is repeatedly mentioned is ANNOYING, because come on, we just had a whole arc about this, i guarantee you it's still fresh in everyone's minds. we also didn't get called the Warrior of Light at all this expansion, which just made me kinda go :/ because that's our title, even if Hydaelyn is gone. i am very interested in why the Key has Azem's symbol on it though, and looking forward to what kind of arc this might kickstart. i also liked the final scene in which Erenville asked the WoL what drives them - the answers we were given to choose from felt like a really good indicator of the growth our characters have gone through since we were first asked why we became an adventurer to begin with.

another little thing that does irritate me is - why does no one in Tural seem to have any familiarity with the global events in the past? such as the Final Days, primals, the Echo, the concept of a Warrior of Light - Hydaelyn spoke to everyone and since the Echo is a manifestation of an ancient soul, it makes no sense that only people in Eorzea would have it. it also makes no sense that the Ascians would just completely ignore one of the major continents, especially since Emet-Selch has clearly been to Tural before. i definitely didn't expect them to recognize us, but idk, it was kinda weird that there was just no mention of this stuff.

my overall impressions is that i will probably enjoy doing sidequests and things in the new zones, and running the content, but i probably am not going to replay the story at all and i'm holding out hope for better writing in the patch quests. before anyone comes at me with "well of course the wol wasn't the protagonist we can't be saving the star all the time-" i'm perfectly fine with lower stakes, i just wish it felt more like we were relevant, especially in the latter half of the story. there's an easily-achievable happy medium, you know? same with there being a happy medium between "continuing the previous plot arcs" and "ignoring basically all past plot events and worldbuilding".

if you've read all the way down here, have a happy Lelesu for your trouble:

she looks amazing in the rdm artifact gear!

#ramblings #ffxiv #dt spoilers #dawntrail #dawntrail spoilers

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midnightmajick · 1 year ago

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Get Your Freak On

Mike Schmidt x fem reader

Warnings: Smut, porn with (basically) no plot, literally takes place in a strip club so...

18+ only, Minors DNI

Word count: 1,691 words

Wrote this to "Get Ur Freak On" by Missy Elliott, I'll put the Spotify link below this.

It was 11pm, and Micheal Schmidt was in his own personal hell. Most guys would enjoy tonight, but Mike wasn’t most guys. If he had known this bachelor party were at a strip club, he probably wouldn’t have gone. Yeah, Mark was his best friend, but this was a line Mike wouldn’t willingly cross. He hated the idea of being there. He didn’t mind hookups, but full-on strip clubs were not his idea of fun. He sighed as he remembered he actually paid someone to watch Abby. Only to find out he would be spending the entire night here, where it reeked of sex.

All of his friends knew Mike wasn’t into this kind of thing either. No wonder they wouldn’t tell him where they were going until it was too late for him to weasel his way out of being there. So he sat in the corner, trying his best to ignore everyone and everything.

He was doing fine until you walked over to him. He wasn’t interested in you, but you found it strange how a man could be so cross at a place like this. “Hey there big boy, want me to cheer you up?” You asked in a sultry tone. Obviously this guy wasn’t happy to be here, and your boss would kill you if you didn’t try to fix it. It didn’t hurt that he was hot. Not in the typical fuck-boy way; in fact, he almost had a softer look to him. Well, despite the unwavering scowl on his face.

“No, I’m good thanks,” the man grumbled. This clearly wasn’t going to be easy. “Okay, but can you at least try not to look so angry? Between you and me, my boss isn’t exactly happy you’re sitting here in this kind of mood. He says it’s bad for business,” you reasoned with him. But you might as well have been grasping at straws. “Look, if I could leave, I would. It’s my best friend’s bachelor party; he and the rest of our friends tricked me into coming. I don’t want to be here. Nothing personal,” he growled.

“They tricked you into coming? That’s fucked up.”

“Yeah. And I can’t go home cause that would be rude. Plus I already paid the babysitter.”

“You have a kid?”

“No, I take care of my sister. I just hope she doesn’t find out this is where I was, cause she’s fucking ten.”

“Oh, damn. I honestly don’t blame you for being pissed. I’d be mad too.”

“Really?” his scowl evaporated. Finally, someone that understood how fucked up this entire situation was. And actually cared enough to listen to how he felt. “Yeah, I’m sorry they pulled that on you, that’s just a dick move.”

“No kidding.”

A pause.

“I’m Mike.”

“Y/N,” you responded.

Mike smiled. Not a forced smile, but a genuine one. For the first time tonight, he had a reason to. Sure, he hated being here, but at least you weren’t too bad. You were definitely easy on the eyes. Maybe this wasn’t as bad as he thought. He was suddenly aware of the fact that you were barely wearing anything, and a blush covered his face.

Before he noticed what he was doing, Mike’s eyes looked you up and down lecherously. You immediately took notice of how he was gaping at you, and a knot instantly formed in your stomach. Damn, Mike was making you feel all kinds of things you didn’t normally feel when you were working.

Maybe it was those big doe eyes of his that looked up at you, now glazed over with want. Or his strong hands that you just wanted to have touch you all over. But you had a feeling that the real reason you felt this way is because you could tell he saw you as more than an object, but as a human being. Just like him.

“Like what you see Mike?” you teased. Immediately, Mike broke out of his trance and blinked, a bright red blush covering his face. Clearly he was embarassed, but you reassured him, “No, it’s okay, take it all in, hun.” His eyes instantly snapped up to yours, searching for any doubt or discomfort in your expression.

When he failed to find any, his hands slid up your thighs and onto your waist, instantly earning a sigh from you. “That’s it hun, go ahead, take what you want.” You didn’t have to tell him twice. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he knew you’d gladly give it to him. He guided you down onto his lap, and if it wasn’t clear before how much he needed you, it was now. You could feel his cock pressing against his jeans, begging for release. The release you would give to him. You dragged your barely-clothed cunt over his crotch, eliciting a groan from his lips instantly. His hands kneaded at your hips, and you let out a low moan.

“Feel good, Princess?” he growled lustfully. God, this was going to be good. “Mike...” is all you could manage as he continued to grab at you. He was ensnared in your web, but that was okay with him. He wanted, no, needed, you so bad that he didn’t care how desperate he came across.

“Wanna head somewhere more-fuuuck-private?” you asked, your gaze pleading with him to fuck you already as he grasped at your soft skin. He grinned devilishly, and you knew exactly where to take him. You snagged his hand and led him to the back of the club, where you opened the back door. “I know a place, follow me.”

A few minutes later, you had brought him to your apartment. Normally you wouldn’t have taken him here, but something was different about him. You needed somewhere private so he could take you, and none of the rooms in the club you worked in were available. That, and they were kind of gross anyway. At least, in your opinion.

As soon as he walked in, a wave of shyness washed over Mike. This was your apartment, he didn’t really feel as if he belonged here, and he needed to be respectful. You sensed his cocky attitude shift, and as you led him to your bedroom, you knew you had to do something to keep him from bolting. So you tackled him onto the bed. His eyes widened in surprise, he wasn’t expecting it, but he wasn’t going to complain.

Before you had a chance to start doing what you had planned to, he flipped you over, sandwiching you between his body and the bed. You instantly moaned, completely caught off guard. His body was pressed on top of yours, and you could feel his hot breath on your neck.

You were about to beg him to do something, anything, but you never got the chance. His lips sucked on your neck, evoking a whimper from you. “Mike, fuuuck...” you whined, the tone of your voice an indicator of your arousal. “Come on, be my good girl now...” he mumbled, lost in a world of ardor.

His hips began jutting up into yours, and you both groaned in response. As he snapped up against you, his hands fumbled around for the clasps on your top. After unhooking them, he tore the revealing garment off of your chest. He stared at you salaciously, practically drooling over himself. How had he gotten so lucky?

He clawed at your bottoms desperately, and once he had them off, his eyes were glued to your pussy and how wet you were for him. Without delay, you started yanking his clothes off as well. As soon as you pulled his boxers off, his cock sprang free of its restraints, leaking a bit of pre-cum at its tip. Fuck, he was huge. If you weren’t used to this kind of thing, you would have wondered if you could take him.

Before you had time to react, Mike shoved himself inside of your cunt. You squealed in arousal and surprise as he began to fuck into you like a madman. It was clear he hadn’t done this in a while, he was completely desperate to ravage you, but you weren’t complaining. Whines spilled from your lips and his name rolled off of your tongue along with a string of obscenities and moans about how good his dick felt inside of you.

He pounded into you with fervor, hips snapping up into you and filling you up. His hand snaked down to your clit, and he began to rub circles against the sensitive flesh. You moaned loudly, unable to control the volume of your voice. The feeling of his dick as it pistoned up into you with accuracy and precision was incredible. He was hitting your G-spot over and over, and as his hand continually grazed over your clit, you knew you were done for. It wouldn’t be long now.

As you came, a guttural cry echoed throughout your apartment. Mike continued fucking into you, chasing his own release. He finally erupted, his breath hitching as you felt his cum paint your insides white. “Damn... That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” you panted. Your hair clung to your face from the layer of sweat that covered your body, which gave a slight sheen to your skin. “Me too,” Mike agreed.

“By the way, today was my last day. Glad it wasn’t yesterday,” you mused aloud. “I’m really glad too,” Mike replied, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. That’s when you realized. That he felt the same way you did. You had a feeling there was a connection before everything got so... sexual, but you weren’t sure if it was just you wanting it to be true so bad you believed it, or if it was actually real.

But now, based on that little display of affection, that little kiss he gave you a few moments ago, you knew. You were swept away inside your mind, but before you had a chance to continue your train of thought, Mike interrupted you. “By the way, could I have your number?”

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schimdt x you #spotify #fnaf #mike schmidt #five nights at freddy's #Mike Schmidt x female reader #Mike Schmidt x fem reader #smut #Mike Schmidt Smut #Get Your Freak On #Get Ur Freak On #Missy Elliott #Spotify #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson smut

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moviememokeeper · 4 months ago

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hi its dreamy weamy im gonna yap abt an oc for a little while dont mind me.

ive been thinking of making an OC (kind of a projection lol) to ship with reca but tbh im not really taking this seriously i just like the idea of their dynamic. (if i took this seriously i would unironically write a 10k word one shot but i have shit to do) i dont know their name yet but i do know i want them and reca to be like two sides of the same coin, as in theyre both very artistic and skilled but i want OC to be just the opposite of reca in that field, paints, sometimes writes, doesnt know a lot about movies and HATES getting attention, very little silly and whimsy- just lots of depression and seriousness. theyre as crazy as reca though. might significantly alter peoples lives just for new inspiration lol

we know reca is a celebrity and i want reader to be fine with that obviously but they just exude the least welcoming vibes ever, to the point people think theyre a bodyguard when seen with reca at first and not reca's lover --if theyre even public abt the relationship, idek that yet lol. they certainly would kinda dress the part of a bodyguard though, i kinda want them to look like a mafia boss. ill probably name them after an angel or demon cause i want their lore and symbolism to revolve around a lost legacy, like a fallen angel. idk lore yet though just that they lost something that they fought tooth and nail for and had it ripped from them anyway. a bit more on their dynamic, i feel like they and reca would stick around each other a lot because they both carry themselves where new inspiration might be the most-- so they literally cannot get away from each other lol. they both have different ways of trying to ''carry the plot'' (for lack of a better word) and they might half seriously argue about it, and they definitely would've argued a lot pre-relationship when they were unwilling to co-operate.

those r all the thoughts i have for now... aside from little blurbs that matter little. i might start posting abt this guy if i ever do, would prob make an entirely different blog for it, wink wink nudge nudge.. named after my nickname of course :3

-dream anon

0.o I like the sound of this a lot

Would the oc also be a memokeeper or nah? Human? Halovian?

drawing a bit of inspo from my own ship here but what if they inspire each other’s art - Robin watches one of Reca’s films for the first time -> writes a tune about it -> Reca hears it -> gets a vague idea for a new film inspired by the melody and it all just kinda snowballs from there right

I feel like your oc & Reca very much give off this vibe:

I can already imagine them bickering like an old married couple

if the trailblazer is there they’ll definitely make a comment about it 😭

I dont have much to add, I love your idea and can’t wait to hear more about it sometime :3

#mr reca #honkai star rail #hsr #mr reca hsr #memo speaks #headcanons #memo answers!#dream anon

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sodaliteskull · 1 year ago

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The Starcrossed Cycle: Media Influences

Got inspired by the meta dump @byjillianmaria did (which you can find over here), and wanted to do one for the Starcrossed Cycle!

(I go into more depth about how they influenced me below the cut, because I love getting in the weeds with this shit!)

Borderlands & Sunset Overdrive - A neon, hyperpop veneer over top a dystopia caused by corporate greed, these were the main inspirations for the world that Iradurel grew up in

Saints Row & Borderlands - Violent settings with little to no regard for the sanctity of life, these were inspirations for the life that Iradurel led before being put on ice

The Addams Family - A family that stands in direct opposition to the norms of their society, they were a big inspiration for Iradurel's parentage, the Kortellako family

Panty and Stocking with Garter Belt & Saints Row - Panty from PaSwGB and the Boss from SR were big inspirations for Iradurel's character

God Eater & RWBY & Horizon - Settings where monsters with no end plague the world were something that really tickled my pickle, so I made up my own with the Opiri

Dragon Age & God Eater - If there's going to be monsters, then there are going to need to be monster hunters to fight them. May as well give them powers to do so, but watch out! Those powers have a price! These two are the biggest influences on the Opiri Slayers

RWBY - And if you have monster hunters, then you need a place to show them the ropes, and this was the series that inspired me to make a dedicated school for the Opiri Slayers

Critical Role & Dimension 20 (specifically Fantasy High) - I really enjoy the differing takes on what Gods are in these two: either outside forces that have come to the world of their choice and shape it according to their whims (CR) or endemic to the world but shaped by their followers (FH)

Eternal Darkness: Sanity's Requiem & Babylon 5 & Mass Effect & Critical Role - Eldritch horrors causing problems for mortals that they view as little more than ants, another inspo for how deities work in this setting

Babylon 5 & the Legend of Zelda - A repeating cycle of conflict perpetuated by a single malevolent force is something that really gets my motor revving, so I yoinked that for Marenkes' history

Sailor Moon & the Legend of Zelda - The reincarnation aspect from these to tie into the cyclical aspect of the above bullet point was just a natural fit. I gotta have that miracle romance!

Dragon Riders of Pern - The concept of dragon riders is sick as hell, and ones that are psychically bonded to their mounts? Fuckin' awesome, my dudes! Everything else that McCaffrey thought was necessary to add to that equation? Big Yikes! But my desire to have the draconic Eidolons does stem from this series

Assassin's Creed & Final Fantasy XIII & Tales of Symphonia - Settings where the world is older than anyone realizes, and problems from the past (caused by a group of individuals with godlike abilities) are coming to bite the present in the ass were concepts that really excited me! Bonus points to ToS for inspiring a pretty big piece of the physical world of Marenkes!

Mass Effect & Horizon - Ryla is very much in the vein of a Commander Shepard (doing a full Paragon run, naturally) and Aloy type person

Dragon Age & Mass Effect - People being able to use magic because of a natural element in the world is definitely inspired by DA's lyrium and how biotics can use their abilities thanks to eezo from ME

Horizon & Assassin's Creed - The modern world is built on the bones of a far more technologically advanced society that was completely wiped out due to hubris preventing a solution being thought up to a preventable situation, that's the kind of juiciness I wanted for my setting!

Mass Effect & Eternal Darkness & Babylon 5 - The path to victory has been paved with so many sacrificed lives, but it is only thanks to those sacrifices that success will be possible. I fucking LOVE plots like this!

#media influence #story inspiration #writing inspiration #worldbuilding #writers on tumblr #I don't know why my gamer girl ass was surprised that I ended up drawing so heavily from video games for this!#firestorm.exe #voidyelling.txt #handbook.pdf

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that-rackin-frackin-varmint · 4 months ago

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hiii!! this is kind of a weird request, but i'd really like to know your thoughts on al-g rhythm from space jam 2

i know he's not a looney tune and it's definitely a little off this blog's purpose, so obviously you dont have to!!

(but if you do i'm willing to do literally anything in return!!)

No worries, I'll happily offer my thoughts! I do have some opinions about the Space Jam movies and Al G.

My positives are when he's played up for comedy, he's very entertaining as an antagonist. I like how pathetic and scummy he is that he holds a vendetta over Lebron cuz the guy rejected his offers of making him a corporate IP (irony to portray that in a Space Jam movie), and I think it's funny in itself when he tries to insist on people taking him seriously.

Negatives are when the narrative and characters actually insist he's a serious threat. His thing against Lebron is petty and relies on the viewer to believe Lebron is such a GOAT(TM) that it's justified that Al G is acting like a possessive ex over being rejected. His thing against the Looney Tunes felt like a personal vendetta with how he specifically encouraged the tunes to split off from their situated planet -- but it's never explored sincerely so I find it half-baked at best. I also find it frustrating that his words got under Bugs' skin -- honestly, I just don't like the "Looney Tunes are irrelevant" plot point in general, I think it makes them look like desperate clout-chasers and ruins any novelty fun in watching the tunes interacting with other IPs. It's just so corporate, uncreative, and reeks of typical Hollywood Blockbuster sanitisation.

Tangent aside, I feel that Al G should be as deep as Elmer Fudd or Yosemite Sam in my eyes, he serves his antagonist role fittingly -- there's no need for deeper motive beyond ego and shattered pride. But he contributes to the movie's overall Lebron shilling that feels, in itself, like a meta running gag. I don't buy Lebron's hype as a viewer, not the way I buy MJ's hype in the first film cuz it at least offered a compilation of his actual basketball highlights so I can infer his legacy status.

Al G is a foil to Lebron as an entity that seeks out affirmation and legacy, which assumedly Lebron possesses. But Lebron as a character relies on too much external recognition and good faith perception to his real life counterpart that, as a result, causes the movie to be almost incoherent in its narrative and with its characters. Al G consequently feels like he's always talking hot air, and is barely cohesive as an antagonist. Many one-off classic looney tunes antagonists do better in their roles than he does in his.

I also just see him as an antagonist born out of cowardice. Cuz it's all too convenient that the main villain for the corporatisation and IP touting is a non-human algorithm with no further associations to any accountable human beings who created him. Back in Action had the Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum Warner Brothers, and the classic shorts sometimes namedropped animation directors as their bosses -- so it's pretty cheap to me, that the main villain was personified AI with a superiority complex.

Coyote vs ACME at least puts a name to their corporate villain, SJ2 literally blames AI for the downfall of society /j

#looney tunes #melon ramble🍉#space jam legacy #space jam a new legacy #space jam 2 #melon asks❓#the first version of this post had me rambling about the sorry state of hollywood blockbusters. soulless sequels. and how bugs bunny #keeps getting sanitised in every big screen appearance he's featured in #but it went off the scope of this ask. and my computer crashed for unrelated reasons. so i got the duck amuck treatment and #had to start again #it's okay tho. cuz i'm so deep in the trenches for looney tunes #thanks for the ask!

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ed-nygma · 2 years ago

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The superhero genre is the result of power-fantasies. Heroes were created to be better than police, to do the work cops failed to do... However, the writers behind those heroes were and continue to be human- humans who often do not fully understand political conflicts and class issues. Many of those heroes were created by Jewish young men, who then made the characters fight killers, corrupt authoritarians and Nazis. While having noble origins, the genre often failed to address the root cause of minor quotidian crimes. Rarely would the stories also acknowledge the damage caused by these vigilantes throughout their fights. Superheroes often turned vaguely authoritarian, albeit not intentionally, because their definition of justice obviously must not be questioned by readers, it is all-righteous.

But even though these occasional problems were already enough to make some of the stories sketchy, American politicians definitely made it a much more structural problem when they led to the creation of the Comic Code Authority in the 50s. I will not go too much in depth into it on a Tumblr post, but I've linked the Wikipedia article on the CCA for anyone curious. Imagine The Hays Code but for comics, except it wasn't completely defunct until 2011 (althought, of course, many alterations to the code were made throughout the years.)

All the problems I mentioned before became, essentially, an actual mandatory part of the story. Criminals now could never be sympathetic characters, and always had to be punished accordingly, and it just didn't matter whether they were only a small fish or an actual crime boss, they all had to be treated the same. Everyone deemed a foe was inherently irredeemable. Worse still. Police, which was often portrayed as faulty in early superhero comics (because, again, superheroes were meant to be better than police. They were meant to fight crime cops refused to, or just couldn't), could no longer be portrayed as flawed, and neither could judges or politicians.

Superhero comics just became cop propaganda. There is literally no way to deny this. It was publishers' law. Writers found themselves having to retcon and censor many things so their stories wouldn't be rejected! And propaganda works, because many future writers would grow up and write stories with all the same familiar dubious themes, even after the code changed and became more permissible. But hey! Things are starting to get bette-

Weeeell.... While, yes, more and more writers have been able to publish subversive stories and explore themes they wouldn't have been allowed to before... What was the last mainstream superhero movie you watched? Were there tanks in it? Were there military personnel? Was it a Marvel movie?

Did you know that the American Military and the Pentagon lend out money and military props to studios? And in exchange? They get to edit the script as they please. Large scale destruction and mass deaths are now purposefully ignored in plot, they have to be written like these catastrophes were needed for the better good. To fight against a great evil, tragedies are inevitable, don't question it. Here's a little beginner's read.

While this post was originally about MHA, a Japanese franchise, the Superhero genre is an American genre. It's nearly impossible to find a Superhero story that hasn't been influenced and shaped by Marvel and DC. It is no secret that MHA took great inspiration from western comics.

So it is then, my argument, that Superheroes are not just cops. They're much worse. They are a show of all that is wrong with authority, and they cannot escape it. No matter how much writers try to run from the american superhero stereotypes, it runs way too deep to be fixed any time soon, especially by mainstream. For this reason the Superhero genre is incredibly fascinating, but also kind of horrifying. The way Jewish writers, a heavily oppressed minority, created something meant to empower them at a time when they were ignored by those meant to protect them, even if at times flawed, yet the American Government took it from them and turned it into propaganda. The way politicians forced writers to weaponize their characters during the Cold War, the way they were forced to glamorize the police and war, the way capitalism and fascism corrupts everything it touches. I think it's all very interesting, I love Superhero comics! 😁👍

Is MHA pro-cop propraganda? Because it definitely seems like it

I think that even bothering to litigate this when talking about standard superhero media is kind of pointless. it's a superhero story based strongly off of the comic book tradition and it's a fairly by-the-books one, so it's not exactly uniquely egregious or uniquely subversive

so, yes, but it didn't have to really do or say anything to be so. it's like asking if sword and chivalry media does anything to launder the image of knights

#long post #Sorry to invade your post OP I am so passionate about this subject

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muzansfangs · 2 years ago

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Guilty pleasure.

Starring: Muzan x reader; Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza and Nakime.

Warnings: nsfw, modern au, loss of virginity, language, sugar daddy dynamics, age gap (Muzan is 35, reader is 21), vaginal sex, reference to cheating, unprotected sex, creampie, dom!muzan, sub!reader, vaginal fingering, light choking.

Plot: Kokushibo comes to pick you up and he helps you with the move. During the car ride, Muzan texts you and blatantly tells you that he intends to have sex with you that very night. You spend the day exploring your new house, interacting with the other two bodyguards, until Muzan finally joins you for dinner. He seems genuinely interested in you and your habits and, when he leads you to his bedroom, you can clearly tell he is definitely invested into exploring every inch of your body.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello, there!

I’ve finally been able to update the second part of this short series. I hope you’re going to enjoy the reading and thank you so much for the support you’re showing me! Make sure to read the first part, before you proceed in reading this one. Things are finally getting started down here ;). Likes, comments and reposts are appreciated!

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CORRUPTION.

“How’s Mr. Kibutsuji?” you asked, shooting an interrogative glance at Kokushibo through the rear-view mirror of the car. Time had really flown and, before you could mentally prepare yourself to the radical change in your life, it was already Sunday and you had just locked the front door of your apartment, pestered by uncertainties about your new busy schedule and, most likely, new life-style.

“He is a respectful, classy man, miss L/N” the driver flatly replied, not averting his eyes from the road. It was your third failed attempt to make a small conversation with the stolid man, who was most likely going to be your bodyguard as well. You had had the chance to read all the clauses of the contract and it did not seem unpleasing. Except for your lack of privacy, due to being followed and watched in every step you took by a potential serial killer.

If you had to spend hours in Kokushibo’s company, then you would have liked to know him better, at least.

You sighed and rested your forehead against the cold car window “Yeah, I know. – you said, batting your eyes close for a few seconds – Do you think we could ever be friends? I mean, you’re going to be my shadow for the rest of my life. It’s weird and I… Uhm, well, I’d like to feel comfortable around you” you said, opting for a blatant request.

You were spontaneous, honest, and best known for speaking your thoughts without fear, or remorse. You would have surely not changed your attitude for a contract. Plus, it was not like you were rude. You liked to think yourself free to say and do whatever you pleased. Well, at least, when you were safe from prying eyes.

It took a few seconds for Kokushibo to reply something, but eventually he did and a skeptical “As you wish, ma’am” left his lips.

You rolled your eyes, palming your forehead in defeat. It was a lost cause, was it not? Nevertherless, it was your second time interacting with him. There was still a dim hope of breaking through his detached heart.

“Y/N, call me Y/N” you breathed out, expecting some kind of reaction from the taciturn bodyguard. However, he kept his mouth shut and you realised that, perhaps, Kokushibo was not just a man of few words: he probably found it odd that ‘the boss’s fiancé’ wanted to strike up a conversation with him.

You were about to pest him again with another sapless question, when your phone buzzed. You thought it was one of your friends, or maybe your collegues from the small restaurant you worked in. Some of them were heartbroken, when you announced them you had to resign for personal reasons. You could only imagine their faces, when they would have seen your face on the newspapers as Muzan’s wife.

You had still not filled up anyone with the fresh news, chiefly because you were not sure about the outcome of this arranged relationship.

However, when you read the text, you wheezed and clasped your hand over your mouth not to draw Kokushibo’s attention. Funny how you had acted as an attention seeker for fifteen minutes straight and now you were practically ducking your head down not to let him see your reflection in the rear-view mirror. Two words. He had opted for two mere words and your world had stopped revolving.

MUZAN: Sex. Tonight.

Your heart thrummed in your chest as you had to reread the text over and over again to check if you had read it correct. You had exchanged numbers before you left his house and you expected him to text you, at least, once or twice in the past few days. Yet, he had not called or even sent you a trivial message. Nothing. You did not quite expect him to demand a sexual performance from you, out of the blue. You were totally in, of course you were. Muzan Kibutsuji was handsome as Hell, you had always drooled after him, whenever the daily reports showed pictures and videos of him, especially during a conference.

You had accepted the terms of the contract without blinking. Having a sexual intercourse with him was a pleasing activity.

The thing was you were a virgin. Well, you had only experience with giving oral. That was the furthest you had gone with your ex. You knew that sooner or later it would have happened and you were electrified by the idea of giving yourself to him. He was a famous womanizer, unfortunately, but he was surely someone who had plenty of experience and knew how to treat a woman in bed.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” you uttered under your breath, cheeks flushing up as you stared at the screen of your phone thunderstruck.

“What did you say, mi–… Y/N?” Kokushibo said, an ounce of concern and awkwardness echoing in his words. At the sound of your name leaving his lips, you squealed out in joy and almost forgot that fact that he had just heard you swearing. It did not matter anymore because he had just made progress, censuring himself even!

“Ah, yes! You got it, then! – you beamed, leaning forward until your chin almost rested over his shoulder – We’re going to be best buddies!” you said, watching how his hold on the steering wheel grew tighter. The tips of his ears were now tinted in a vivid shade of red and you chuckled, before sinking back onto your seat and texted a reply to Muzan.

You: I’d love that, Mr. Kibutsuji.

It did not take a lot for him to reply and, when he did, your breath hitched in your throat and you shoved your phone back into your bag.

Muzan: In a few hours, you’re going to forget how to properly sit for a week.

It was definitely going to be an unforgettable first day at the Kibutsuji manor.

♚

You expected to share the bedroom with Muzan. He had not mentioned that you could pick a guest room and sleep in there, until you felt comfortable enough to lay down next to him. You were taken aback, naturally, but you were glad he wanted you to settle down without any pressure. He was not imposing his authority on you, his presence in your life was not suffocating you… Yet.

He seemed a gentleman, but you barely knew him. What if things degenerated? You refused to believe it and all you focused on was the present and, as for now, he was not troubling you in any way.

Once you were finally done unpacking, Kokushibo told you he would have taken his leave to run an errand for Muzan and you were free to do whatever you pleased in the meanwhile.

“Wait, can I come with you? I… Well, I don’t want to be alone” you said, rubbing the back of your neck as you shot the most pleading glance at the man you had enjoyed annoying all day long.

Kokushibo quirked an eyebrow up “You are not alone, actually. – he simply replied, straightening his jacket – Douma and Akaza are in the basement. I can accompany you there…” the man said, folding his arms against his chest. Only then, when he flexed his arms, you noticed how muscular he actually was.

He had large shoulders, a broad chest and, most likely, a chiseled set of abs down his stomach. Well, damn, did Muzan really have to choose hot men as his bodyguards? Ignoring your dirty, inappropriate thought, you vigorously nodded your head and followed him down the corridor, hoping that the other two assassins were not as good-looking as Kokushibo. Your hopes, though, crushed down, when, hopping down from the elevator, you were met with two piercing golden eyes and fascinating multicolored hues.

The taller one, silvery hair and a malicious grin plastered over his face was the first one who spoke “Ah, there she is! I knew she was the perfect candidate for this job. Such a pity I could not ask her out…” he complained, discarding his phone on the counter of the bar area and strolling towards you.

He was magnetic, his smile so bright and malicious that could have enlighten the whole city during a blackout.

“Back off, Douma. – the short guy, sipping a glass of what you assumed to be cognac, hissed from the stool he was sitting on – Touch her and I’ll shoot you” he stated, slamming the shot onto the counter carelessly.

You let out a nervous laughter and flashed a thin-lipped smile at them, before greeting the rest of Muzan’s army “Akaza and Douma, right? Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N L/N” you introduced yourself, waving your hand at them sheepishly.

You wondered if Akaza really meant what he had said and your eyes betrayed your thoughts, making Douma sneer and grasp your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

You could feel his breath fanning the tip of your nose, his slender frame towering over you as his half-lidded, mystical eyes scanned your face. He really did not know what personal space was, did he?

“Ah, look at you! Adorable, just adorable! Akaza loves to bully me, but he could never lay a finger on the second in command! Muzan-sama would kill him himself! – Douma chimed, tugging at your hand softly and leading you towards the bar – Now, now, let’s grab a glass of scotch and have a chit-chat, shall we?” he suggested, winking at you.

You had no idea of what to do and say. He seemed friendly, far way easier to talk to than Kokushibo, and, since they were going to be your protectors too, it was a good idea getting to know them better.

Before you could talk, Kokushibo’s deep voice pierced your ears and you both froze in your tracks “Take care of her. Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes” he stated, glancing at the two men menacingly, before nodding your head in your direction and hastily leaving the basement.

You watched him leave, your stomach clenching, as you realised that you would have been able to see Muzan in a while. You were not nervous about the dinner, but you had to admit that the idea of undressing in front of him and moaning into his mouth was doing numbers on you.

What if he changed his mind because you had almost zero experience?

You sighed and Douma snaked his arm around your waist, leading you to the stool next to Akaza’s one. As you sat down, you swallowed the lump in your throat and propped your elbows on the counter, eyes transfixed on the crystal bottle of liquor in front of you.

“Can I have a glass of whatever it is, please?” you whispered, earning a chuckle from Douma.

“Bad day?” Akaza asked you, reaching his hand out to grab a glass and the bottle you had been staring at almost lustfully.

You shrugged and flicked your gaze up to meet his golden eyes “Kind of… – you breathed out, as he slided the now filled glass towards you on the polished surface of the counter – I’m not used to be treated like a princess. Everything’s great, don’t get me wrong. I guess it’ll take some time for me to adapt” you said, grasping the glass and dawning a small sip of the alcoholic drink. It burned down your throat and you took a deep breath not to cough up at their faces.

Akaza grinned and cocked his head to the side, his pink eyelashes contrasting with the shimmering hues beneath them “You know, I thought you were a bitch. That’s because Douma found you and he usually has bad tastes in women” he said, making you choke on yiur drink.

What?

You settled the glass back on the counter, eyes daggers on Akaza as he just giggled at your reaction. What did he mean by ‘Douma found you’? You knew that someone had clearly spied on you, you just were startled to find out it was the jovial silver-haired man who had welcomed you in the basement.

“Yeah, he’s stalked you for months!” he added, running his ringed fingers through his spiky hair.

Your head whipped, eyes finally locking with Douma’s ones, demanding at least an apology for having invaded your privacy “How many photographs of me have you taken?” you asked him, quirking an eyebrow up.

He smiled brightly at you and shrugged “Uhm… Probably over twothousand. You know, Muzan-sama became obsessed with you when I showed him the first picture of you I had taken!” he casually declared, as if it was not the creepiest thing to say to someone.

Muzan became obsessed with you?

You shivered, biting the insides of your cheeks in discomfort. How many things did he know about you? Why was he so obsessed with you, a common civilian who was trying to graduate and pay for her studies by working night-shifts at a restaurant?

“Tell me you have not broken into my house, at least” you said, pinching the bridge of your nose.

Silence. Did he?

You gasped and clasped a hand over your mouth in shock and Douma jabbed his finger at Akaza accusingly “Hey, I was not alone! He came with me countless times!” he protested, earning a scornful look from the pink-haired guy.

“Sure I did! I was afraid you were going to follow her into the bathroom, you perv!” Akaza yelled, slamming his fist onto the counter and leaning towards him, despite you being in his way.

“Okay, okay! Stop it you two!” you interjected, blocking Akaza’s view on the taller man.

“See? You made Y/N-chan upset!” Douma rebuked Akaza, folding his arms against his chest and giving him an annoyed side-eye.

Well, they were hilarious. You were glad that two out of the three bodyguards were not as stiff as Kokushibo. They were amusing, even, and they had made the revelation about how you ended up in Muzan’s house less scary than it was. A politician could not be an saint and Muzan was surely far from being one.

Before you could open your mouth to say something, a feminine voice echoed from the entrance of the basement and you three switched your attention on the brunette woman staring at you.

She was probably a little bit older than you. Long, chocolate brown hair and crimson-red lipstick exalting her pale skin, she wore a black tailleur, the skirt being way too short though, and revealing a black, leather suspender with a sharp knife in it. She seemed lathal and she was absolutely beautiful, although you could barely see her eyes.

“Master Muzan’s waiting for you, miss L/N” she coldly said and you clumsily hopped down from the stool to walk towards the elevator not to piss her off. She did not seem like the type you would have messed with, plus you had never seen her before.

“Ah, Nakime-dono… – Douma suavely addressed her – I wondered where were you”.

You passed by her and she bowed her head at you “Enjoy your meal, ma’am. Nobody will disturb you and the Master tonight” she said and you felt a wave of cold sweat running down your back. Were you ready for it?

♚

You were sitting across from him. His plum red eyes boring into yours, as he watched you bringing the spoon to your mouth and repress a moan of pleasure, when the delicious rice met your yearning taste buds.

You had been talking about everything. He seemed eager to know everything about you. Your studies, what you would have loved to do after your graduation, your hobbies, your family. He found you fascinating, adorable.

“It looks like I’ve chosen something you like, doesn’t it? – he commented, a faint smile adorning his lips as you blushed and shyly nodded your head – You can ask the chef to cook whatever you please for lunch tomorrow” he added, clearing his throat.

Seriously?

You smiled at him and settled the silver spoon onto the now empty plate “Thank you so much, Muzan. I will try to pick something you can enjoy too!” you said softly.

He did not reply, he just stood up, consuming the five strides dividing you two in a nick of time and swiftly grasping your chin between his forefinger and thumb. It was time for him to claim you, was it not? Your cheeks seemed to burn under his intense gaze and firm touch and you mouth went suddenly dry.

“Come with me, baby” he whispered, after a few seconds. His hand left your chin, his fingertips grazing down the tender flesh of your neck, travelling down its length and stopping right above your cleavage.

You nodded your head and he wrapped his hand around your wrist, pulling you up and closer to him. He leaned down, until his nose brushed against yours and you batted your eyes close in anticipation. You felt butterflies fluttering into your stomach and, by the time he swept you off of your feet and cradled you in his arms, you knew he had already won your heart.

You clung to him, feet dangling in the air as he led you to his majestic bedroom. He banged the door open, entering in and not caring about closing it behind you. When he dropped ruthlessly onto the bed, your eyes snapped open and you saw the lustful gaze he had trailed on you. The tent in his pants was prominent and you pushed yourself up on your elbows, biting on your lower lip nervously.

He smirked down at you unbuckling the belt with one hand “Take your clothes off. Now” he demanded, throwing it away and unzipping his pants.

“Yes, sir” you murmured, proceeding in kneeling on the bed to pull the simple pink dress you were wearing above your head. You felt his gaze on you, you felt it soaking in every curve of your body, searching for the proof that you were as excited as him. And he found it.

Your white virginal panties had an evident dump he did not fail to notice. You stared up at him and he pulled his shaft out of the tight fabric of his black boxers, giving it a few pumps. It was huge, it would have hurt like Hell and you gulped nervously as you hesitantly pulled your panties down your thighs, exposing your untouched flower at his vicious eyes.

“Fuck” he grunted, crawling over the bed and grasping you by your hips. You squirmed as he pushed you down onto the mattress, his fingers snatching the panties away from your ankles and discarding them somewhere behind him.

“S-Sir, please… Be gentle, I’m a virgin” you blurted out, earning a dumbfounded glance from the raven-haired man.

He could not believe his eyes. You, the young and lovely girl he was about to mark as his property was actually a virgin. He chuckled, parting your legs and grazing your chaste entrance with his pointer finger. You shuddered under his touch, your juices coating the pad of his digit as he slowly shoved it inside you.

You yelped, his other hand pushing your hips down to keep you in place “Your admission just made me feral. Are you under birth-control?” he huskily asked you, pumping the finger in and out of soaked, tight cunt.

You whined and nodded your head at him “Y-yes… Yes, I am, Master” you winced, as he deliberately decided to add another finger into you. He was loving every second of it, your moans music to his ears. He had even declined Nakime’s avances earlier. Something he was not used to, actually, and he had not even called Daki for the usual morning quickie in his office. Nothing, all because he wanted to focus on you. Only on you.

“Good. That’s good, love, because I’ll cum into you” he rasped, removing his fingers from your core and lining his shaft at your entrance. You held your breath, cheeks heating up even more at his words, as you boldly wrapped your legs around him.

He was still fully clothed and you were so lost into the depths of your mind that you had not realised it until now. Why was he fucking you like that? Was it his kink?

And with a quick, painful thrust he entered you. You let out a throaty moan, the pain, mixed with an unfamiliar pressure into your neather regions made your arch your back and grip the red bedsheets into your fists so tightly you thought they were going to rip into shreds.

Muzan grunted, his hand caressing your cheek lovingly to capture the tear you had shedded, before planting a kiss over your plumped lips. You relaxed, he stayed still for a few minutes, before he pulled out and thrusted back in gently. You moaned into his mouth, your hand, cupping his smooth cheek as you whispered a weak “Please, don’t stop” against his lips.

Muzan bit your lip softly, tugging at it to assert his authority on you “Hush, baby. Moan for me until I fill you up to the brim”.

You kissed him again, Muzan returning it as he started to pick up a faster pace. He thrusted into you, his mouth latching onto your collabone as he left a trail of wet kisses down it. You were his. You were going to fall for him, no matter how long it would have taken.

You were his doll, his precious baby, his goddess.

“A–Ah, Muzan… I-I think I’m close… It’s good, it’s so good” you breathed out then, as his hand grasped your throat and gave it a tight squeeze. You moaned, eyes rolling at the back of your skull, as your spongy walls clamped down his cock.

He growled, his hips rutting into you as he neared his climax and, just a few moments before he spurted his seed into you, you orgasmed around him. Muzan lowly moaned, burying his face onto the crook of your sweaty neck as he finished inside you. He stayed sheathed into you for a few minutes, before pulling out of your aching core and rolling over his back.

You could not believe what had just happened. You could not believe you had just slept with the next President, you could not believe he had come into you.

“You can sleep here, if you want” he casually said then, snapping you out of your stream of consciousness. He was not laying next to you anymore, he was on his feet and walking towards the private bathroom of his bedroom, undressing and leaving a trail of clothes behind him.

Well, what a first day it had been.

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kattahj · 2 years ago

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The next half-dozen queer Thai shows I have watched! This time around, it's not just boys' love, but also girls' love and polyamory. Also, there's a lot more action-adventure this time around, with three plot-heavy, rather violent shows! Those are the ones I like best of the bunch, btw. :) And don't worry, they still have happy(-ish) endings!

Manner of Death

What's it about? City doctor moves back to a small town and immediately gets involved in a murder mystery. Also, the prime suspect is really hot.

Genre: Crime drama

Watch if you enjoy: Plot-heavy stories with twists upon twists upon twists. Seemingly nice towns being dens of corruption and vice. (Shit gets pretty dark!) Speedrun romance – no need to wait until the end for a kiss here!

Gayer version of: Somewhere inbetween Blue Velvet and L.A. Confidential

Recommended? Yes! Just make sure you can stomach onscreen murder and offscreen rape. Truth be told, I was a little iffy on it at first, but then it ate my brain, and now it's among my favourites.

Watched on: Dailymotion

Trailer: https://youtu.be/a4b-d_XyLV0

I Told Sunset About You

What's it about? Teh and Oh-Aew are childhood friends, but their love for acting causes some friction when they're competing first for the same part, and later for the same university position.

Genre: Coming of age

Watch if you enjoy: Low-stakes drama. Heavy focus on the central pairing and its romantic complications. Genuine, emotional acting (lots and lots of crying). Characters making foolish, selfish decisions that nevertheless make perfect sense for them to make. Very nuanced secondary love interests.

Gayer version of: My So-Called Life

Recommended? Yes, but I actually ended up NOT wanting these two to be together.

Watched on: Dailymotion

Trailer: https://youtu.be/KIylNdQuR-w

GAP the series

What's it about? Mon idolizes Lady Sam and is thrilled to start working at her company. Her dreams are soon crushed, though, when it turns out that Sam is a cold and demanding boss. The truth is that Sam is under pressure from her grandmother to uphold the royal image.

Genre: Melodrama

Watch if you enjoy: The grumpy one loving the sunshine one. Supportive girl gangs, including a butch lesbian hottie. Tentative attempts at a first relationship. Gossip mills in action.

More lesbian version of: Starts out as The Devil Wears Prada, quickly moves into Young Royals territory.

Recommended? Kind of? It's nice to see some lesbians for once, and the leads have good chemistry. I also really like Sam's catty girl gang. The story is a bit weak at times, and I wasn't always convinced that these two were right for each other. The humour isn't my style either. So it's a bit of a mixed bag, but definitely worth the effort if you want some girl loving!

Watched on: YouTube

Trailer: https://youtu.be/f7Kso0QOaiE

Together With Me

What's it about? Best friends Korn and Knock have a drunken one night stand. Afterwards, they try to forget all about it. After all, Knock already has a girlfriend. Meanwhile, their friends have relationship troubles of their own.

Genre: comedy (mostly)

Watch if you enjoy: More MaxTul after Manner of Death (but in a vastly different genre). Lots of double entendres and also single entendres. Bitchy girlfriends and sassy girl friends. (Yiwha and Faii ftw!) An ensemble cast where everyone makes terrible decisions and no one has even heard of boundaries.

Gayer version of: Fast Times at Ridgemont High

Recommended? I would say it is highly entertaining trash. :) It takes a while to kick into gear (but no time at all before sex), but then becomes kind of addictive. Just be aware that every single person in this is some flavour of Problematic (tm).

Watched on: YouTube

Trailer: https://youtu.be/lxX9UkhTCO0

Triage

What's it about? Young doctor Tin finds himself in a time loop. In order to make it stop, he has to save the life of a specific patient. His only help is an annoyingly cryptic angel.

Genre: supernatural mystery/medical drama

Watch if you enjoy: The same writer as Manner of Death. Plot-focused show. Lots of tense medical situations, and even tenser interpersonal situations. Social issues. Assholes learning to be less assholish (except the ones who are just irredeemable). Romance that is simultaneously slowburn and speedrun, and also folds in on itself.

Gayer version of: Russian Doll

Recommended? Yes! More for the plot than the romance, though. Also, if you're anything like me, you'll need tissues for episode 10. (Knowing things will turn out okay doesn't prevent the sad stuff from being sad!)

Watched on: Dailymotion (search for Triag3)

Trailer: https://youtu.be/QeXnXV3FStg

3 Will Be Free

What's it about? Male sex worker Neo has been sleeping with the wrong woman – namely, a mob boss's wife. Now he's running for his life, along with club hostess/pickpocket Miw, who has killed a hitman by sheer instinct, and the mob boss's son Shin, who... well, he just happens to like Neo better than his dad, is all.

Genre: Action/thriller

Watch if you enjoy: Canon OT3. Nuanced trans representation on the side. Chased by the mob. Very high death count. (Don't get attached to any guest characters!) Moral greyness all around, and some sympathy even for the bad guys.

More polyam version of: ...I can't currently think of a chased-by-the-mob film that isn't a comedy, and this is very much not a comedy.

Recommended? Yes! With a warning that all the cliffhangers makes it hard to stop watching, so you may just as well pause in the middle of episodes. (Sidenote: the YouTube comments are more annoying than usual.)

Watched on: YouTube

Trailer: https://youtu.be/ct9fPlMJSDw

#manner of death #i told sunset about you #gap the series #gap #triage #triage the series #together with me #3 will be free #3wbf #katta's ql reviews

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 3 years ago

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The Assistant - Part 4**

This ones cute, funny, a little smutty, they're getting somewhere!!!

WC: 8.4K

Read Part 3 Before!

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Y/N felt like she was a teenager all over again. The nerves were practically boiling over her body as she and Jenny waited near the theater entrance as Harry and Tom waited in line to purchase the movie tickets.

“So how did you meet Harry?” Jenny asked her and Y/N smiled a bit timidly.

“We work together. He- he’s my boss.” She confessed with a worried look in her eyes and Jenny smiled.

“Oh, that’s cute! Like fate brought you together.” She said and Y/N felt a bit at ease at her reaction.

“You don’t think it’s…inappropriate? I mean, the executives in the office are quite notorious for…sleeping with their secretaries and I wouldn’t want to spur on the stereotype for him or myself.” She explained.

“Well, I suppose that if people thought that about him or you, you would’ve already heard something about it whether it was true or not.” Jenny observed.

“You think so?”

“Yeah. Of course, be discrete and cautious as to not cause any unnecessary speculation, but I think you two look cute together.” She shrugged with a smile and Y/N felt her entire body tingle at the idea of them actually being together.

“What about you and Tom? How did you meet?” She asked and Jenny smiled and glanced down at her feet.

“At Hillcrest country club.” She said and Y/N’s eyes widened.

“Tom has a country club membership?” She asked and Jenny shook her head with a giggle.

“Oh no, he was there as a guest with someone else.” She explained, “We just happened to run into each other on the tennis courts when I…accidentally hit a ball into his stomach.” She said with a bit of embarrassment and Y/N giggled, “He’s just so sweet and kind about everything…then I ran into him again before leaving and he asked for my telephone number and we’ve been talking since then. It’s been about five months.” She said and Y/N nodded.

“That’s sweet.” Y/N said with a smile, “Are you going steady? Officially?” Jenny shook her head with a small frown.

“My dad doesn’t approve.” She explained and Y/N frowned, “Tom’s tried talking with him and I’ve brought him around a few times. My mom likes him. My brother too, Tom’s teaching him guitar after school. But my dad doesn’t believe he’s good enough for me. I still go out with him though, I don’t care what my dad says, the heart wants what it wants.” She said with a smug grin. She knew that Jenny was sending her a message with that. Just then, Tom and Harry were walking towards them with smiles.

“Ready, girls?” Tom asked and they both nodded as they neared them. It kind of shocked her when Harry held his arm out for her and she smiled before looping hers into his as he guided them inside to line up at the concession stand.

“So what’re you in the mood for?” Harry asked lowly as Jenny and Tom talked and giggled animatedly ahead of them.

“If there are M&M’s I definitely want those.” She said and he hummed.

“A chocolate-lover are you?” He smiled.

“Of course.” She grinned.

“The real question is, plain or peanut?” He asked glancing into her eyes.

“Peanut.” She said and his little smirk turned into an adorable and toothy grin as he nodded.

“Right answer.” He said and in no time they were called up to the counter where he got a fountain drink for them to share, a small bag of popcorn and the M&M’s. Soon enough they were finding their seats in the dimly lit theater and after a few minutes the film started. Y/N had seen the other 007 movies, James was a big fan. She thought they were quite exciting, but she had never gone to watch one out of her own sheer interest, which is why she hadn’t actually seen this one, but the plot was interesting and was keeping her focused.

Everything was going quite normally until Harry shifted a bit in his seat, she didn’t let it distract her from the screen, it was just a small movement. But then she felt a warmth inching closer to her. Her own hands lay interlocked with each other in her lap and after a moment she felt Harry’s knuckles run along the side of her hand. Her fingers gripped tighter together before she loosened up. Her eyes were hyper focused on the screen, as we Harry’s but both of them were buzzing with nerves from the inside out. They could see the actors on the screen speaking, but all they could hear were their heart beats pounding loudly in-between their ears. The tension from just this small action made the minimal space between them charged with electricity as she separated her hands and laid her left one flat on her thigh. Her entire body started tingling when she felt Harry’s fingers inch up and along her palm lightly - almost as if she were the most fragile crystal.

Harry’s bottom lip was bitten so hard beneath his teeth as his fingertips tickled along her splayed out palm before they reached the bottom of her fingers and he started sliding his own fingers in the spaces between hers and started closing up his hand, encasing her smaller hand in his. He then glanced over to her, heart pounding so hard he was sure she could feel his pulse as she tightened her hold on his hand. Then she turned to look at him and he released his bottom lip from under his teeth and he smiled at her timidly and she smiled back before turning her attention back to the screen. Harry couldn’t give a flying fuck about the movie anymore, he just wanted to be alone with Y/N, to talk to her, flirt with her, possibly pull her over his lap and kiss her breathless. He cleared his mind of those kinds of thoughts to avoid crushing her hand in his grip. But really, he couldn’t wait for their long drive to her house. When the movie ended Harry only let her hand go to stretch a bit and then to help her up. But once they started walking out he caught up to her and linked his hand with hers again.

“That was great.” Tom said with a smile.

“You’ve seen it like three times…” Harry responded with a chuckle and Tom started going off defending his obsession with this particular Bond film.

“Well, it’s going to be 8:30, should we call it a night? Or do you girls want to eat?” Tom asked as they stood around outside. Jenny glanced at Y/N and then down to her and Harry’s hands, their fingers were still interlocked.

“Yeah hon, let’s call it a night? I’m a little tired.” Jenny said to Tom and he glanced to Harry to see if that was alright. Jenny then shot a quick wink at Y/N that made her face get all warm as the blood rushed up to it.

“That’s alright?” Harry nodded at Tom’s question.

“Yeah, mate. Thanks for this spontaneous outing, it was nice.” Harry smiled and soon they were all saying their goodbyes and as Jenny hugged Y/N she leaned into her ear.

“Listen to your heart, girly.”

“Thanks, Jenny.” Y/N smiled before they pulled away. Y/N felt even more nervous now as Harry let her into the car and he turned it on and turned to her.

“Are you hungry?” He asked and she shook her head.

“Kind of full from the popcorn.” She said, “Are you? We can stop somewhere if you want, I don’t mind.”

“No, m’alright.” He assured with a smile and soon they were taking off towards her house. There was a tense silence for a little bit before he cleared his throat. “Umm, can I hold your hand again?” He asked, glancing to her as they waited at a red light and she smiled timidly and extended her hand to his and he smiled before looking back to the road.

“I really like holding hands.” She spoke up and he smiled.

“I do too.” He responded and gave her a little squeeze which made her stomach flip in excitement.

Something about holding hands felt so intimate. It was a rather tame display of affection, but Y/N would go as far as saying that the feelings brought by holding hands were so much deeper than those brought on by a kiss. Holding hands made her feel safe and protected. It reminded her that she wasn’t all alone. That someone wanted to be with her. That her presence was valuable and wanted. Maybe she was making too much of it, but that’s just what it made her feel deep in her heart.

“You’ve gone all quiet on me. Are you alright?” Harry asked and she glanced back to him and nodded.

“Yes. Everything’s good, I’m just…this is just really nice.” She said instead.

“It is.” He agreed lowly as he let his thumb tenderly graze along the side of hers. They started talking about the movie and that led to a conversation about her favorite genres and before they knew it all time had escaped them as they pulled in to her street. Harry slowly rolled up to her driveway and their hands separated as he went to put the car in park before making any move to let him or her out.

“Home sweet home.” He said turning towards her and she smiled.

“Thank you for tonight. I had a good time with you.”

“Should probably thank Tom for that, he’s the one that’s great with plotting and scheming.” He said glancing down at his hands that now rested in his lap and she giggled.

“Yes, he’s quite the meddler isn’t he?” She said with a smile and Harry laughed softly.

“You’ve not seen the worst of it.” He responded and she smiled, “Usually his meddling doesn’t yield good results, but I’d say he’s done pretty well the last couple times.” He accepted with a flirty smile and a gleam in his eyes that just about melted Y/N in her seat.

Like a scoop of ice cream set in the sun and expected to hold up, it was impossible for her to not be complete mush over Harry. He was charming and sweet and incredibly handsome… he made her feel seen and maybe that’s what drew her in because she had never met a man who made her feel the way she felt - powerful, smart, invincible. He wasn’t threatened by her or her aspirations, he encouraged them and he wanted to help her where he could. He cared and it was so clear and that’s what did it for her.

“Earth to Y/N?” Harry grinned and she came back to reality from wherever her mind had taken her.

“Sorry, was just thinking.”

“About?”

“You. And the way that you are and the things you make me feel.” She said in a soft voice, her eyes, all doe-eyed looking, made his heart leap.

“What do I make you feel?” He asked in a voice nearly as soft as hers. It felt like they needed to be quiet as to not burst the rose-colored bubble they’d been in since the late afternoon.

“You make me feel good about me. About wanting to work and learn. You make me feel pretty. You make me feel like…like I’ve never felt before.” She confessed.

“Good. You’re so special, you know that don’t you?” He asked and she looked unsure, “I mean, you’re brilliant, I like the way you think. I like that everyone likes you. I like that you’re not just a beautiful face, Y/N. You are beautiful and everything you are and that you have to offer shows for it.” He sighed as he finished, like if he had been so tired of holding that in. Y/N felt her heart pounding away in her chest at his confession. He swallowed hard as he looked at her, “I want to kiss you. So. Fucking. Bad.” He said and Y/N’s entire body started tingling with anticipation, she felt like she was bursting into flames, “Will you let me?” He asked her and she just nodded, almost as if she were in a trance.

In seconds they were meeting at the at the center divider of the car. His hand was on her neck, thumb running against where her jaw hinged - the air between them was hot as their exhales intermingled in an intoxicating way. She felt dizzy just from being close to him. He was desperate to feel his pretty, pink lips on hers. She was put even more on edge as he planted a kiss on her cheek and their eyes met - the only lighting to them was coming from the lamps on either side of the garage door - but it was enough to see her pretty face and the need that her look was communicating. Harry was completely worked up just by being this close to her, lips skimming hers just barely. He loved the anticipation of it all and he loved just how patient she was. Waiting on him until he was good and ready. He could see that her resolve was wearing thin by the way she gripped at the center compartment’s lid. He pulled her in closer and smiled when her eyelids fluttered closed before his did the same and then he pressed his lips against hers softly. Her bottom lip was caught between his lips and he barely sucked at it before pulling back.

By the way they were panting you would’ve thought that they’d just run a mile at full speed. But that’s just how exciting it was to feel each other’s lips. Her eyes fluttered open and met his. He looked like he wanted more, she did too, undoubtedly so. Y/N leaned back in and pecked his lips once more and he reciprocated with another small kiss to her lips. Harry wanted to kiss her with the intent of showing her exactly what he was capable of. He wanted to kiss her until she was grinding and humping against the bulging erection in his trousers. But he couldn’t possibly do that outside of her house. What if someone came out to check on her? What if she didn’t want that yet? He leaned in further and grabbed her face gently in his hands and kissed her deeply. He felt her breath hitch as his tongue skimmed against the entrance of her bottom lip and then they separated. Their eyes were focused on each others, both evidently not wanting this interaction to end just yet, but this wasn’t the place nor the time. He wanted to take his time with her, kiss her like he really wanted to and see if maybe the little devil inside of her would take the bait and come out and play with him.

“I should probably go inside.” She breathed out and he bit his lip and nodded.

“Yes, that’s a phenomenal idea.” He agreed and she grinned as he let himself out and helped her out of the car, always the gentleman.

“Thank you.” She smiled up at him as he pulled her to stand.

“Of course.” He hummed and she moved so that he could shut the car door. She was just looking for her key in her purse and was suddenly pressed into the side of the car as Harry’s lips urgently pressed against hers in a series of heavy and heated kisses, she even dropped her purse on the ground as her hands smoothed up his chest, Their lips met eagerly and deliciously with soft, wet smacks. His hands were tight around her hips, fists bunched into the skirt of her dress, almost using it as a grounding agent, “OK, I’m sorry. Got excited.” He puffed out with a timid smile and she brought her hand to his face and pulled him down as she tiptoed and gently planted a kiss on his cheek before settling back to her feet and looking up at him with smile.

“If you hadn’t I would’ve.” She concluded and he chuckled before bending down to grab her handbag and walking her up to the front door. His hand squeezed hers a bit as a tense silence took over for a few seconds.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He said and she nodded.

“Bright n’early.” She confirmed with a smile.

“OK.” He hummed before biting down on his lip, toning down the smile that was fighting for its rightful place on his face.

He let go of her hand and it felt too soon, but he needed to go. She watched as he made it to his car before she dug out her key and let herself into the house. As soon as she made it past the threshold Harry’s car revved to life and she gave him a little wave goodbye before he smiled and took off. Y/N closed the door behind her and bit her lip and squealed quietly from the excitement running through her.

“Is that you, sweetie?” She heard her grandmother call and she followed her voice to the kitchen where she was pouring herself a cool glass of water, the summer had been rather unforgiving.

“Yes. I’m home.” She smiled.

“How was your movie?”

“It was pretty good.” She shared.

They made some small talk about their days before they both headed up the stairs, Y/N to her bedroom and her grandmother into her’s. With a final call of goodnight Y/N went ahead and closed her bedroom door. She needed to shower and get ready for bed, but her mind was still reeling. She brought her fingers up to her lips, already missing the pressure of his mouth against hers. It’d been at least a year since she had kissed anyone and she was more than happy that he had been the first one after all this time.

With these thoughts in mind Y/N grabbed her pajamas and put on her slippers before slowly making her way out into the dark hallway and towards the bathroom. She flicked the light on and shut the door, clicking the lock into place. She took her clothes off and turned on the water, it took a little to warm up just enough. She then reached into the far cabinet and grabbed her little jar of cold cream and scooped a dollop out with her fingers before rubbing it into her skin, effectively breaking down her makeup with a few rub into it. She rinsed off her hands before letting her hair down and then she stepped into the shower. She started by rinsing her face of the cold cream and then got to her hair. She didn’t always use her grandma’s creme rinse, it was pricey, but it always left her hair so soft and manageable the couple times she had. And well now, if Harry and her would be kissing, his fingers would surely find their way into her hair at some point and she wanted it to be smooth and sleek for him. Maybe she would start investing in some for herself. As she let that sit she took her washcloth and started going over her body. As she reached between her legs the material of the cloth rubbed against her clit in the best way and she bit her lip as she put cloth to the side and dipped her fingers between her legs again. She circled her sensitive little bud before going lower and feeling the sticky and slick arousal that had gathered at her entrance.

Y/N was a little hesitant, her grandparents were just next door, but she sat at the edge of the tub and parted her legs before dipping in again to draw up her arousal and rub against her clit. She let out a shaky breath as she started going faster and her eyes fluttered closed.

“Oh my god…” she gasped quietly as the warmth and pleasure started pooling deliciously in her tummy. Her grip on the plastic curtain tightened as she picture Harry. Harry’s lips running along her neck and jaw, his big hands groping her body or squeezing her hips and waist. She whimpered when she thought about them doing this to her and even more, sinking his thick, long fingers into her and prodding into part of her that she’d never been able to touch on her places. Places she knew existed because they ached every time she got turned on and needy, “Harry!” She whispered her grip tightening, “I’m right there! Right there!” She gasped and before she knew it her entire body was spiraling with pleasure. Her fingers rubbed even faster to work herself through her orgasm and this caused her legs to tense and for her entire body to arch back. Unfortunately for her, her legs slipped on the smooth surface of the tub and she tugged on the shower curtain for balance and before she knew it, it was tearing off of the rings and she was falling backwards and out of the tub with a shriek as she landed on her back on the bathmat, completely wet and shocked. The residual effects from her orgasm were still making her legs and tummy tickle though and she started gigging softly to herself and then there was rapping on the door.

“Sweetheart? What happened?! Are you alright?” She heard her grandmother and Y/N couldn’t contain her laughter anymore.

“Yes, I’m alright!” She called as she laughed, “I slipped and grabbed the curtain and took it with me as I tumbled out of the tub.”

“Oh my god!” She heard through the wood.

“I promise I’m alright, gran.” She giggled.

“Alright. Be careful in there!”

“I will.” She called out and sighed. She was just about to get up when the shower rod slipped off and she instinctively brought her arms up to shield her face and as the rod slammed against her she winced. She would at least have a bruised arm from this and she pushed it away from her and got back into the shower, very carefully finishing her routine now that she had no curtain and didn’t want to get the whole floor wet. She made sure to put the rod back up and then crumbled up the torn curtain and laid it in the tub. She finally got into bed and giggled again at her mishap.

*********

When Harry arrived that morning Y/N could hardly look at him, she was embarrassed all over again, but it seemed that he was also feeling a bit timid and maybe he thought it was because they had kissed. Maybe if she hadn’t been getting herself off to him she wouldn’t have fallen out of the bathtub and had the metal curtain rod fall on her. She did have a rather nasty bruise on her right forearm, spanning from the top to about the center of it. It was placed inconveniently as she kept pressing against it every time she used her typewriter or wrote down a note. She was embarrassed to have anyone see if and inquire about it, so she kept her cardigan on the whole day.

Harry had been in meetings for a large part of the day, so they hadn’t really seen each other, but as the day came to a close he showed up, looking quite tired and pulling off his eye glasses. She smiled as he stopped at her desk for a moment, there were just ten minutes left in her workday.

“Hi, how’s it been?” He asked.

“It’s been good.” She smiled.

“I promise I haven’t been avoiding you, s’just been a busy day for me.” He said lowly and she giggled at the small concern in his tone.

“I know. I manage your calendar, remember?” She asked with a grin and he chuckled nervously.

“Right, of course.” He sighed, “You’re heading off soon?” He asked and she nodded, “Alright, have you got any lunch plans Friday?” He asked her and she smiled and shook her head ‘no’, “Perfect, I’d like to take you out to lunch on Friday. Would that be alright with you?” He asked her.

“Yes, I’d like that.” She smiled.

“Perfect, it’s a date.” He confirmed and she nodded, just then the phone started ringing, “I’ll uh, let you get to it.” He said and she smiled before answering. Harry wanted to kiss her goodbye, really badly. He was debating on whether he should do it or not and then decided that life was too short to let oneself wish and want. So as he heard her getting ready to go he decided to call her in.

“Y/N, can I see you before you go please?” He called as he tossed in a stick of spearmint gum into his mouth.

“Yes, I’ll be there in a second!” She called back. Not even two minutes later she was stepping into his office, “Yes?” She asked him and he smiled at her.

“Come here?” He asked and she approached him until they were right in front of each other and she looked up to him, “Just wanted to give you a proper goodbye.” He said with a smile and she felt her body start to buzz as he dipped down to press their lips together. He reached for her, to wrap her arms around his torso, but he grabbed at her forearms, she had even forgotten about the bruise until his grip tightened around her and she hissed, interrupting their kiss. He pulled back with a frown immediately.

“I’m so sorry. Did I do something?” He asked worriedly, not letting go of her yet.

“S’my arm.” She said and he frowned, “It’s fine though.” She said and he shook his head as he pushed up the sleeve of her light yellow cardigan and his face set in a deeper frown upon seeing the angry looking bruise there.

“Oh my god, what happened?” He asked her with concern, “If anyone laid a hand on you-”

“Oh no, it was nothing like that. This was all me.” She said with a giggle and a shameful shake of her head. He chuckled at her response.

“Jeez how?” He asked as he gently stroked his thumb over the bruise.

“I ummm… slipped in the shower and fell out and I had grabbed onto the curtain and pulled the shower rod loose and it fell on me.” She giggled as she confessed this to him, obviously leaving out the reason for why she had been in that predicament in the first place. And Harry sputtered on a laugh at her story.

“Sorry, s’not funny.”

“No, it’s comical for sure.” She shook her head.

“Such a klutz, love.” He said and she shrugged.

“Just sometimes.” Y/N hummed and he smiled before lifting her arm to his lips and gently sponging his lips down the bruised area.

“For quick healing.” He said and she smiled at his tenderness, “You alright working like that?” He asked her.

“Mostly, just kept knocking it against the desk, just because the bruise is located in an inconvenient place you know?”

“Should’ve grabbed an icepack or something.” He frowned.

“I couldn’t find one, but I’ll be sure to pick one up and-”

“Oh no, I’ll bring one for you tomorrow, alright? Should keep one here just in case.” He said and she smiled.

“Thank you, Harry. S’real sweet of you.”

“It’s nothing.” He assured her, “I’m just glad that you’re alright.” He smiled and she tiptoed to kiss his lips once more and he moved his hands around her waist instead as she carefully looped her arms around his neck. Their lips moved together for a few minutes before they parted with a little gasp to catch their breaths. He turned to the wall and saw it was nearly 15 after closing time and he pecked her lips once more. “It’s getting a little late, your grandfather’s probably already waiting outside for you.” He said and she nodded.

“Right.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, alright? Ice that bruise for me, OK?” He reminded as he released his grip on her waist.

“I will.” she agreed.

“And don’t go slipping in the shower anymore. If something else were to happen to you I have no idea what I’d do without you here. Don’t even want to consider it.” He said and she giggled.

“I’ll try my best not to die in the shower.” She said and extended her pinky out to him and he looked at her confused. “You’ve never done a pinky-promise?” She asked him and he shook his head. “Hold your pinky out. Good. Now you just lock it around mine-yep, just like that.” She smiled and then looked up to his eyes, “I promise I’ll be more careful.” She said and he smiled.

“You better.” He said and she giggled before letting his finger go and hugging him once more before she rushed out of his office with a promise of seeing him again the next day.

************

“So where are we going?” Y/N asked excitedly as Harry pulled out of Capitol’s parking lot and made a left on Yucca.

“Rose and Crown, it’s the most authentic British cuisine I have every had in my time here.” He shared excitedly and she grinned.

“Never had anything British before, so I’m looking forward to it!” At the light they made their way down Vine Street, then made a right on Hollywood Boulevard and took it down to Santa Monica Boulevard and it was basically a straight shot to West Hollywood from there. The pub was actually on Fairfax, just a few streets down. But the place was cute and Harry was greeted very kindly and warmly by the waitress named Penny when she came up to their table, she was an older lady.

“Welcome back, handsome!” She cooed, “Glad he’s not alone this time or with that loud-mouth friend of his, Tommy.” The lady said and Y/N giggled as Harry rolled his eyes and just asked for a coca-cola, Y/N did the same. Soon enough they had placed their order, well Harry had made a recommendation to Y/N to try the Yorkshire pudding and Roast Beef and she did not regret it to say the least.

This is when Y/N asked Harry about his life and family back in England and he had plenty to say about his upbringing and then his move out to London for work and finally out here. He did miss his family something awful, but he was just seizing what opportunities he could while they were available to him. They talked about the state of the world, about how the youth were trying to move to a better and brighter future, but the resistance was strong. As they talked more, it was good to hear him say that he too wanted all voices to have a chance to be heard and he felt that music was going to play a huge part in the getting their point across. This is why he was so invested in giving people who were different a chance to shine and tell their stories. They deserved it and if he was the one calling the shots he wanted to make sure that he was doing the right thing.

“So are you up for some dessert or are you full? Know you’ve got a sweet tooth.” He commented with a smile.

“I do have quite the sweet tooth. You can choose.” She said she he nodded before calling over Penny.

“Given the state of the weather out there we’re going to share a knickerbocker glory.” Harry said with a big grin.

“Perfect, coming right up!” Penny said cheerily and hurried off.

“I really like the way they make it, it’s so similar to this place near where my mum lives. Used to go there a over summer, well we got to go once a week, my mum, sister and I.” He explained, “Do you like ice cream?”

“Oh yes! I love ice cream.” She confirmed and he grinned.

“OK, good.”

Lunch had been wonderful and now Y/N was just using the restroom before they headed back to work. When she came back Harry had settled the check even though Y/N had left him some cash before running off to the bathroom. They waved goodbye to Penny as she was busy with other patrons, but soon they were settling into the car and taking off. It was nearly 2pm, they’d really taken their time, but Harry reassured her that he’d made Judy aware they’d be later. Everything seemed rather normal as he took Highland up to Sunset and made a right and he started slowing down about a half mile down the avenue.

“Ummm…”

“We’re making a little detour.” He said and she hummed as he took a right on Cherokee street and drove past the gates and into a parking lot. There were several cars there, but it wasn’t necessarily full. She back towards the building and saw ‘Sunset Sound’ on the signage up front.

“I’ll just wait for you here?” She asked, this seemed like it was rather official, so she just wanted to be sure that she was allowed down before just making the move to jump out of the car.

“Oh no, you’re coming with me for this.” He said with a smile and hopped out of the car. She nodded nervously as she unfastened her seatbelt and he hurried around and got her door, extending a hand to help her out of the car. As soon as she was out Y/N started straightening out the skirt of her dress, “You look lovely.” He said and she smiled up at him, “Want some gum?” He asked her as he reached in his pocket.

“What’re you implying?” She asked with narrowed eyes and his face immediately switched to one of worry.

“Oh my god, I wasn’t implying anything! I just really like to chew gum and thought I should offer some t-”

“I’m joking, Harry.” She stopped his rambling and he chuckled nervously, “Yeah, I’ll take some gum.” She said and he sighed as he handed her a piece and soon they were both walking towards the building.

“So, this is a recording studio. Plenty of our clients use this studio space.” He explained as they walked up to the door.

“OK, and what business do you have here today?” She asked curiously, she didn’t recall seeing anything having to do with this on his calendar.

“Just…checking in.” He hummed as they stepped inside. The front was empty and he turned to her, “Just a decade ago this was an old car garage and now it’s one of the best recording studios in Los Angeles.” He said and she hummed as she looked around. She’d never been in a recording studio before. Suddenly they heard a woman’s voice coming from down a corridor and Harry perked up. This gorgeous dark haired woman walked in with an inviting and warm smile.

“Dorene!” Harry said excitedly and her face lit up.

“Harry, it’s been a while!” She noted cheerfully and they hugged briefly.

“How’s Toots? Is he in?” He asked as he pulled off his sunglasses to see the woman better.

“He’s good, but he’s composing for a project and he’s not in today.”

“What a shame, tell him I said hello.”

“I most certainly will.” She agreed, “And who’ve we got here? A promising new client of your perhaps?” She asked smiling at Y/N who immediately smiled and shook her head at Dorene.

“This here is Y/N, she’s a friend and works with me at Capitol,” he introduced the two and Dorene smiled and extended her hand to Y/N.

“Pleasure to meet you, I’m Dorene Camarata, my husband and I own this studio. So if you need anything at all feel free to call for me.” She said.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Y/N greeted the woman.

“Likewise.” She assured and then turned to Harry, “I think I know exactly why you’re here.” She said and he hummed.

“Just here for a little moral support.” He said and she hummed with a knowing smile.

“Alright kiddos, they’re in room one.”

“They’re not recording?”

“Nah, it’s a discussion right now about something…it’s always something.” Dorene said with a grin and Harry nodded and placed his hand on Y/N’s back and guided her down the corridor. There was a little kitchen and lounge area, then bathrooms and then another door. Y/N was taking everything in before they entered the door which led to where the studios were. They stopped in front of the door labeled “Studio 1” and already she could hear some voices. Before they could even step inside the door opened and Y/N’s eyes widened when Mike Love from The Beach Boys walked out with a loud sigh and then looked at Harry and put on a smile. She was trying to just act normal.

“Hey, man.” He greeted extending his hand out to Harry.

“Hey, it’s good to see you. How’s the session?”

“It’s alright, Brian’s messing with the single again.” He explained and Harry hummed, “We haven’t had lunch so while he does that with the musician’s the rest of us are gonna-”

“We’re ready to go.” Dennis announced as he stepped out of the studio with Carl. “Harry!” He greeted happily.

“Hi boys, how’re you all doing?” He asked and there was a chorus of responses before he turned to his side, “Glad to hear you’re all good. Ummm, this is Y/N,” Harry said and the three men turned to her “She works with me at Capitol. Just showing her the ropes a bit, it’s her first time in the studio.” Harry explained with a smile and she raised her hand, wiggling her fingers in a small and timid wave.

“Hello everyone.” She responded with a little smile and the boys smiled back at her.

“Y/N, pleasure to meet you, I’m Dennis.” Dennis extended his hand out to Y/N and she shook it firmly. Before Carl and Mike greeted her just the same. Harry could see just how alight she was meeting some of her favorite artists ever. She was so excited, but she kept it together and was professional. Asking once again how they were doing, what were the lunch plans. She was so charming and sweet that she even got them invited to their lunch.

“Oh, that’s really thoughtful of you,” she barely pouted, “but we’ve literally just come from lunch.” She explained.

“Bummer. Well, perhaps on another occasion?” Mike asked looking to Harry.

“Definitely! We are supposed to have a proper catch up.” Harry responded and they all nodded, “Well we’ll let you get to it, we may be here when you’re back.” He said and they nodded and said their goodbyes before Harry looked to Y/N, “Surprise.” He said to Y/N with a bright smile.

“This is insane.” She said to him and he grinned.

“I know how much they mean to you and I just wanted to do something something special for our first date.”

“Wait what?” She asked and he chuckled.

“Told you it was a date yesterday, didn’t I?” He asked.

“I thought you were just saying that as like an expression.” She explained.

“Oh, I apologize, should’ve probably been more clear.”

“It’s alright.” She assured, “But don’t we need to be getting back to the office?” He shook his head.

“Had Judy reschedule everything I had for today, nothing was too urgent and well, yeah, they got an extension, but they could be wrapping up recording anytime soon, I didn’t want to miss it.” He explained to her and her features softened. “Also, I’m introducing you as a colleague because some of the execs bring their lady friends to stuff like this just to show off or like… you know flash their badges a bit and I don’t want anyone to think that of you. Like I obviously want you to enjoy this and meet your favorites but also want you to see how things work on this side of things since you’re pretty curious about it all.” He explained and she smiled.

“Oh no problem! I appreciate you thinking of that because I never would’ve even considered that” she said and then smiled, “Also you’ve done so much for this.” Y/N smiled timidly and he shook his head.

“S’nothing. Just wanted to make this memorable for you.” Harry said and she bit her lip nervously.

“Thank you, Harry. This is amazing to say the least.” She shook her head still in slight disbelief, “But just for the record, just spending time with you is memorable enough for me.” She said to him and grinned as Harry broke eye contact as his cheeks went all pink.

“Ummm, noted.” He said softly and she giggled, “Well, ready to go in?” He asked and she nodded. He opened the door and they stepped inside. There were two people in the control room at the board and they nodded their heads in a silent greeting to Harry. The door to the live room was opened and Y/N bit her lip with excitement upon seeing Brian in there talking with the musicians. She was pretty excited to see a woman sitting on a chair with a bass in her lap and she kept looking around.

“So this first room, with the sound boards and the recording tapes is called the control room. They control everything to do with the mics in here while everything gets recorded. In there is what we call the live room.” He said and she nodded. He then went ahead and explained what the sound engineers did, what producers were supposed to do, and what the studio musicians did. She was taking this all in, she was loving this.

“And who is that? On bass?” She asked quietly. That was the only woman in this space apart from her and she stuck out easily. She had to know.

“That is Carol Kaye. She’s a fucking legend.” He said quietly and Y/N nodded, “She’s a real talent, she’s been working with one of our top producers, Phil, for quite some time. Brian saw her in a session once and just really liked her. He’s pulled her in for a lot of projects over the past few years. She’s just sharp with her sound and she does it so well.” He said and Y/N smiled.

“That’s wicked.” She said softly. Just then Brian announced that they would do one final take of a song and was heading back into the control room. And he smiled when he saw Harry.

“Hey, man!” Brian said excitedly, “It’s great to see you here today. Need someone else to be the voice of reason.” He chuckled and Harry smiled.

“Yeah, tell me what you need and I’m happy to help. Also, this is Y/N, she’s new at Capitol. It’s her first time in a recording studio. Brought her by so that she could see what the creative aspect of the job looks like.” He introduced her and Brian looked at her with a friendly smile.

“Oh, well welcome!” He said extending his hand and Y/N took it and shook it firmly, “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. And also I’m a big fan of your work. Thanks for allowing my little intrusion.”

“Oh it’s no trouble at all. Any friend of Harry’s is a friend of ours.” He smiled, “I hope our session is educational enough.”

“I’m sure it will be, mate.” Harry said and Brian playfully rolled his eyes before heading back to the control board. “Alright guys, one more take!” He announced through the microphone and the band inside started playing a new song.

Harry then grabbed her hand and pulled her over to one of the seats and she sat down beside him. They watched the incredible talent unfolding before them, directing the band and creating music that would be adored by millions. Y/N felt so lucky in this moment. After a bit the rest of the guys came back to record some vocals. She and Harry had been there for a while and yes, Brian had called on Harry a few times, asking for suggestions and feedback. Y/N liked to see him down at the soundboard, moving things around, making suggestions. He seemed so in his element, she wondered if he was a musician too. She looked at the time and noticed it was 4:45, she needed to get back to the office for her grandfather to pick her up. She didn’t want to leave ever though. Just then Brian called a break and Harry excused himself to get over to Y/N.

“So, what do you think?” He asked and she smiled.

“I’m so blown away this is the most incredible thing I’ve ever witnessed!” She said softly and he smiled, “However, I ummm, it’s almost 5. My grandfather is gonna be by to pick me up and-”

“I hope you don’t mind, I ummm, also asked Judy to give him a call that we were going on a bit of a field trip and it would be a late day. That I’d provide you a ride home.” He said, “Was kind of hoping we could grab dinner if you’re up for it? If not we can go, that’s OK too.”

“No, that’s great. I’m not quite finished with this experience.”

“OK.” He smiled excitedly, “I am getting a bit hungry, so maybe we stay a bit longer? About 5:15/5:30?”

“Perfect.” She hummed.

“Hey, while I have everyone on a break, can I run something by you two? You guys being the bosses.” Brian smiled to Harry.

“Yeah, of course.” He chuckled back and had Y/N come down a row.

“Can you guys get Good Vibrations on for me?” Brian asked the sound engineers. After a few moments the song started playing and Y/N immediately smiled upon hearing the song. It was different and exciting and fun. Y/N could not believe that she was listening to unreleased music from one of her favorite bands with them in the room. The harmonies were incredible and the instrumentation gave her the chills as she listened on. And finally the song came to an end and Harry was biting his lip from the excitement he felt. “What do you think?”

“That is… I don’t even know but it’s really fucking sick.” Harry chuckled excitedly.

“You don’t think anything’s missing?”

“Nothing is missing, Bri…” Mike cut in and Brian just rolled his eyes.

“Is this the song you needed the extension for?” Harry asked and Brian nodded.

“It’s not done.” He insisted, “I want to capture the sound of the good vibration, I was thinking something like this in the chorus.” And he vocalized the sound he was thinking of for Harry, “C’mon, we’ve talked about this, Mike.” Brian then turned to Mike who sighed.

“Yeah, but we just haven’t been able to peg that specific sound and we can’t ask for yet another extension-”

“My neighbor plays the theremin-” Brian said.

“The theremin is unmanageable, Bri.” Carl mumbled from a few seats down and Harry bit his lip.

“I mean…yeah, it’s a bit wacky but there has to be a way to make it easier.” He explained. And Harry took a moment to think.

“Hmmm…There’s a guy I know, his name is Polk, he’s a trombonist, but he also tinkers and customizes instruments and maybe he can figure out a way to get that sound in there the way you want it.” Harry suggested.

“Yeah, get him my phone number. It’s worth a shot, I promise you that’s what this song is missing.” Brian said to the band and then he looked to Y/N, “What about you? What did you think? You’re a fan, be honest.” He said and Harry looked to her, about to cut in, he didn’t want her to feel pressured to give feedback.

“Ummm, the song is amazing, first of all.” She said and he nodded, “But personally I feel like the organ needs to be taken out of the chorus.” She said and Brian bit his lip, “I was trying to hear what was going on underneath that-”

“It was some cellos.” He said and she nodded.

“Right, I want to hear that it’s so different.”

“And that’s were I want to plug in the theremin sound!” He said turning to the rest of the band, “See, I told you guys, no organ in the chorus. I told you.” He repeated. Harry smirked as Brian started going off on how this would sound pristine and Y/N just giggled as he pulled her in for a hug because she, a person new to the industry, and a fan, seemed to really capture the vision he had. Not long after that they had said their goodbyes and Y/N was a bit speechless as they settled into Harry’s car.

“You alright there?” He asked with a grin and she nodded.

“That was magical… I mean…he liked my suggestion.”

“Yes, he really did.” He hummed, “I’m telling you, you’ve got a good ear for this stuff. I think if you had more exposure to-” he was cut off by her lips on his as she leaned over the center console. Everything about the day had been perfect and she was just so enamored by how thoughtful and ballsy Harry had been to bring her to a studio session to meet one of her favorite bands of all time.

“Thank you, Harry.” She whispered as she made a small space between them, “Today was unreal.” She said with a smile.

“Day’s not over yet.” He said and she giggled.

“What else did you have in mind?”

“Ummm, There’s a concert tonight at the Hollywood Bowl, starts in about…30 minutes? We can try to make it before we eat if you’d like?” He said looking at his watch, “It’s the philharmonic.” He wanted to have as much time with her as possible.

“That sounds amazing.”

“Alright. We should have some company tickets on reserve. That’s a perk of the job by the way, if you ever want to go see a show let me know.” He said and she grinned.

“That’s pretty incredible actually.” She said as they took off towards the Hollywood Bowl. It had been 20 minutes and they were only about halfway there.

“I don’t think we’re going to make it.” Harry huffed, “I-if you want to, we can just eat at my place instead? Can show you my house, since I’ve seen yours and all. It’s got the most amazing view of the city and a pool. Would you like to do that instead?” He asked and she bit her lip and nodded.

“Yeah, that sounds perfect.” She confirmed with a little smile.

“Perfect.” He smiled as they drove off into the sunset.

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lemonlurkrr · 4 years ago

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@aureateart ok. My favourite parts of twilight princess (and some other random thoughts about TP sprinkled in there) taken from my monster TP word vomit google doc :

Link lmao

Ok but for real, I like this incarnation of Link :)

I love Ordon (it just seems like such a chill and cozy village)

ALSO love how easy it is to interpret Link as being a sort of older brother figure to the Ordon kiddos. It’s just,, super cute? AND GHHH nice nice good thanks nintendo for giving me characters to care about/characters that I can imagine Link caring about

He didn’t sign up for any of this (tbh, none of the Links really signed up for this jshdjsd). But I mean like, dude was just going to take a trip to castle town, drop a gift off for the royal family, and come back. But haHA oopsies he did get to castle town eventually but definitely not the way he expected hsjdhsd

He’s just a little dude?

AND FUCK. HE REALLY HAD NEVER BEEN OUTSIDE OF ORDON UNTIL ALL OF THAT

everything is new for the player AND Link

Midna

She’s cool :)

she really just

*teleports into your jail cell* hello whore.

I am no master at writing but AYYYY she do got a character arc!!!

She was actually pretty helpful sometimes, I ALWAYS checked in with her before turning to a game guide

Other NPCs

NICE

Love all of the TP character designs (ASHEI’S ARMOUR??? AOWOAOAOOAO)

Saving Zelda and all of Hyrule was important yea but thinking back maybe it was more like, the Ordonians and the kids were what was pushing Link to keep on going

I like the Resistance members :) Very video gamey of them to have one NPC assigned to each dungeon but hey!!! Kinda cool getting to see a little glimpse of each of em

Idk, it’s just fun to imagine Link popping into Telma’s bar after each dungeon and taking a little rest :) (or to celebrate? maybe just chat, idk, give this man some downtime!!)

Honestly it was just kind of nice that Link wasn’t entirely alone. I mean, I know Midna was there the whole time, but I am always for giving Link a big group of friends (see my love for hyrule warriors, age of calamity, and LU LMAO)

Hero’s shade, very very cool, kinda sad he died with regrets but HEY. He got to pass on his knowledge eventually

AND the connection to OoT?? AND assumed to be related by blood too????? GOOD SHIT

Ilia, I REALLY really wanted to like her (er, it’s not like I dislike her, she’s just,,, kinda there for me).

It definitely seems like Nintendo was pushing to make her the romantic interest, but GHHHHH they really threw that out of the window for me by having her lose her memories

I saw a text post a while ago that said it would have been interesting if Ilia was Link’s sister instead and YES!! That would have been cool too :0

Wish we got to know Zelda a little more

I feel like we barely know anything about her

Idk man, like I said earlier, I never really had any sort of drive to save Zelda during my playthroughs

She obviously knows Midna, so maybe if they gave us just a little bit more of that relationship I’d be more interested in her?

TP WORLD BUILDINGGGG

Botw has good world building too, but each race felt kinda,,, isolated? I absolutely love the different architecture and vibe each town has (and all the the weapons too) but ghhh yea everyone felt so separated. As far as I can remember, we don’t see tooo much of the races interacting with each other? Now that I’m typing that out maybe that’s to be expected because of the calamity but KLSJDKJFD ANYWAYS THIS IS ABOUT TP

The world feels nice and alive, love how populated everything is

Castle town I like castle town a lot, it feels dense and busy and I really like how you can’t talk to every NPC you see

Very cool very fun that we got to see the Gorons hanging out in multiple spots

kinda wish we got to see the Zoras a little more (I guess they are a bit limited since they need water but GHHHH the tp zoras are so prebby,,)

BUT HEY, I do remember seeing a zora or two hanging out in the hot springs around death mountain after beating the lakebed temple (I think, might have been a different dungeon)

but aaaa would have been nice to see them in at least a couple of other places. I think it would have really added to the “congrats Link!! You’re restoring peace to Hyrule” feeling you get from seeing the Gorons hanging out in Kakariko and Castle Town

ORDON

Love how chill it is and how it’s kind of separate from Hyrule proper

They really do seem to be doing their own thing apart from the rest of Hyrule

Just kinda adds onto the “he’s just a regular dude minding his own business” kind of vibes I get from TP Link

Also I like Ordona :)

THE LIGHT SPIRITS,,

Love their design

And love how they’re not exactly like a pure white?

Different spirit representing each aspect of the triforce my beloved

But yes hi I think Ordona is very cool

Who are you, how did you get here, which goddess do you represent? Do you even represent one of the three golden goddesses? Do the Ordonians know about you? Have any of them ever SEEN you??? Do they worship you? Does anybody even know about the existence of the light spirits?? FUCK so many questions but ghhh I like how they broke the status quo a bit by throwing in a fourth spirit :)

I feel like this one is kinda weird but I like that voice sample they used in the light spirit music. It’s spooky and pretty at the same time :)

cutscenes mmmmm

Ok ok, the spooky lanayru cutscene is very good

BUT THE “Link, Chosen Hero! Lend us the last of your power!” CUTSCENE MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM LOVE IT SO MUCH

IT just

Idk man

It just hit different

I like the music

And seeing the light spirits swimming around in the light juice water whatever it is

Summoning the light arrows?

AND HHHHH “Lend us the last of your power!” THIS IS IT. This is the final battle.

Seeing Zelda bow down, and then Link putting his hand out 👌👌👌

Link: ok bud, let’s do this together :)

Connection to OoT (did I already mention this? Maybe., Whatever)

Very cool nintendo :)

I love seeing connections between all the diff zelda games.

Because like, on one hand, they’re all separate from each other because of yknow, individual hero stuff. BUT ALSO, they’re all connected because of the reincarnation stuff

Grrrr walking through the sacred grove and going “The Hero of Time walked around here a long time ago” FUCK THATS SO COOL

Is the Hero’s Shade watching me? What does he think of me? DIsappointed? Proud? The Hero of Time went through HELL so this timeline didn’t have to deal with any of the shit Ganon was gonna pull with the triforce, better not fuck this UP Link!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Midlink is cute

Kinda hurts that she smashed the mirror but that was probably so Nintendo didn’t have to worry about people going “but what about the twili??????” for any of the other games LMAO

BUT ALSO LIKE SKJDKLJFJ There are some pretty massive plot holes in TP anyway so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ whatever it’s fine we’ll just use this for angst because GOD do y’all like angst

So is Shadlink

Honestly don’t know where this ship came from but it’s cute so whatever

THE MUSIC??

Love Midna’s theme and how they referenced the dark world theme from ALttP (I remember trying to learn the dark world theme on the piano and doing the Leonardo DiCaprio point meme at the little jingle I recognized from Midna’s theme)

Hyrule field theme SLAPS.

Apparently references a couple of the other over-world themes from the previous zelda games (I got this from 8-bit Music theory’s video on the over-world zelda themes, he talks about TP at around 11:40 but def recommend watching the whole video if you’re into music analysis stuff)

So there’s this bit of the Hyrule Field theme, I don’t know the official name for it but I remember seeing somewhere it being called the “at an advantage theme” since yeah, you hear it during the boss music whenever you expose their weak points. FUCKINGGG LOVE THAT. Didn’t notice it during my first playthrough, but hearing it during my second was like a little easter egg for my ears every time :)

Midna’s lament is very pretty (and fun to play on the piano)

COURAGE THEME.

I didn’t care for it too much when I started playing the game but hearing it in ZREO’s arrangement of the Hyrule Field theme literally makes me turn into a puddle of emotions. Also hearing it around and of the Ordon kids (I think it plays after Link saves Colin) AAAAAAAAAAAAA

Orchestra piece #1 and #2 HOLY SHIT????????????????

Literally, the first time I listened to those I just,,,, plugged in my headphones, volume 100, layed on the floor/against my desk and silently vibed. I don’t know what the hell it is, but those two just fit so well with TP?? I still avoid listening to them nowadays cause if I DO I definitely will get overwhelmed with the “god I love this game so FUCKING MUCH” kind of feels.

Wolf link sucks at singing

the first time I heard him howling Zelda’s Lullaby I lost my shit because LKSJLDKSGLKJFSKG god that was.,, Bad. Anyways, hearing him howl some of the songs from OoT was cute :)

TP STAFF ROLL???

VERY GOOD. IT’s like 10 minutes long and GOD do I love every single second of it. It doesn’t have the same energy as the skyward sword staff roll or the orchestra pieces but GOD does it hit good??

Nice and calm after that big exciting adventure. Maybe it would have been more fun or emotional to have a higher energy piece but it was really nice getting to sit back and watch the camera fly around Hyrule. Seeing like, the Gorons and the Zoras having a good time, the kids returning to Ordon? GOOD SHIT.

and AAAAA that end, when you hear the main Zelda theme and see Link riding off out of Faron woods on Epona… good shit. It gets you thinking, where the hell is he going? What is he doing? Off ot do more adventuring? Going to help out the resistance or something? Going to help Zelda? Or maybe he’s trying to figure out a way to restore the mirror of twilight? Whoooo knows.

hhHHHHhhh it’s just that final reminder that YES!!! YOU JUST PLAYED A ZELDA GAME. JUST ANOTHER STORY APART OF THE WHOLE EPIC OF THE ZELDA SERIES AS A WHOLE

I also want to acknowledge the instrument/samples they used for all the twili stuff.

They’re all just so unique and contrast SO well with the rest of the TP OST. LIKE FUCK!! Anytime I hear the screech from the Twilit Kargarok? Sends a shiver down my spine. I associate those sounds SO strongly with the twili realm. (Like, the same way you associate the BSHEWW VVWWMMM sounds with light sabers)

I love it so god damn much

literally any time there’s a certain sound or motif associated with something I lose my shit

Sacred grove sacred grove sacred gro-

lovely lovely lovely so much fun playing that on the piano. AND again, I did the Leonardo DiCaprio pointing meme when I heard the theme from the lost woods come in GHHHHHHHH

shoutout to TP Faron Woods for helping me study and get through all of my schoolwork

BLEGUUHHH can you tell that I really love music?

and also yea I guess TP is kinda cool too :\

IF YOU READ ALL OF THAT THANKS I GUESS

#lemonspeakrr #LEMON SPEAKS 2K WORDS ABOUT TWILIGHT PRINCESS BECAUSE THEY ARE INSANE.

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ltleflrt · 4 years ago

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Hey Carrie! You talked a little the other day about writers' tendency to start a fic too early in the story, and how you see a lot of first scenes that could have been scrapped to improve the story. My question is if you have some tips to recognize while writing that first scene that you are starting too early in the story?

Hello friend!

That's a really good question, and I'll see if I can give an answer that makes sense. I am not a professional, and I'm not educated or trained in this stuff, it's just something that I recognize from years and years and years of voracious reading. And as with all writing advice, I encourage you to take what I'm going to say with a grain of salt and remember that no writing rule is a hard rule, only a guideline.

Also, my advice is going to be pertaining fanfiction, and specifically to AUs. Obviously a published book has an editor with a razor blade going through a manuscript for you, and the problems that bother me in fanfiction crop up in AUs more than Canonverse.

Oh, and every instance of "you" is general, not specific 😜

So I think the main problem that I see is that people are starting with an Info Dump. An Info Dump is not always a bad thing, sometimes it's completely necessary, but it is NOT where you want to start your story. If it absolutely has to be done, it's better to be somewhere in the middle or near the end. When it's something that your characters need to know.

That's an important bit: Do your characters need to know this?

And related to that: Does your audience need to know this for the story to make sense?

And very important follow up: If the answers to the above questions are yes, does the character/audience need to know this RIGHT NOW?

There's a lot of information about your story that YOU need to know. Heck, my notes files are full of sooooooo much stuff that I know about the characters and plot that never reaches the final product.

So when you're reading your first chapter (I say reading, not writing, because sometimes info dumping for your own benefit is good, and then you fix it before you share the story lol), ask yourself those two questions.

So for example:

In an AU where Dean is a tattoo artist, and it's his POV. The story starts with Dean driving to work, and when he gets there he's going to find out that the empty shop next door has been purchased and is going to be a yoga studio. He meets Castiel out front, up on a ladder trying to hang a hand painted sign, and some teens go running buy and knock into the ladder and Dean has to catch Castiel from falling. (Anyone who wants to adopt this idea is welcome to it btw, I would love to read this lol)

The mistake I often see in a first chapter like this is that as Dean is walking to work, there's a whole Info Dump about why he's a tattoo artist instead of a hunter. He'll be ambling along, thinking about his nice little business, and there's info about how his mom died in a fire, and his dad was a jerk, and Dean didn't go to college because he saved his money for Sammy's college fund, and Dean's only passion was art, and Bobby Singer introduced him to a tattoo shop owner who took Dean under his wing, etc.

Question 1, does your character need to know this?: Why is Dean reflecting on his past? Does Castiel need to know this information in order to build a romance with Dean?

Question 2, does your audience need to know this?: Why does this information matter? If Dean's only reflecting on this because you want to make sure your audience knows where the timeline changed and this became an AU, then you're starting too early in your story. Dean doesn't need to know this, and honestly in a lot of cases the reader doesn't need to know this. This is information that should have been left in your notes file.

Question 3, does the character/audience need to know this NOW?: If this information is pertinent to the plot, like maybe there's some trauma there that Castiel might need to know about to develop their relationship, then you don't want to put it HERE, you want to put it in a conversation with Castiel LATER.

If I was writing this AU, I would just start with Dean sipping his coffee, he's kinda tired because reasons, he looks up to see an unusual commotion, and has to drop his coffee and sprint forward to catch Cas. If he's reflecting on anything in this scene, it's going to be whatever made him tired, or how good/bad the coffee is this morning. Since Cas is a new business owner, they can talk about the origins of Dean's business on their first date, because it'll be a relevant response to Castiel talking about the origins of his yoga studio.

And just in general, if Dean's origin story includes a lot of canon elements, like mom dying in a fire, dad being a deadbeat, Sammy being the adorable overachieving Stanford student.... try to hide that info for as long as you can so that the audience is actually curious about it by the time the info might pop up. It's the wild divergences that are more interesting earlier on.

Okay, and then I want to talk about my giant pet peeve for a starting chapter. It's a specific kind of info dump, that often includes the stuff from above, but then goes a step further.

My nemesis, The Daily Grind.

I haven't asked the authors, so I could be wrong about this, but I feel like most of the time when this type of chapter is included in a story it is because the author wants to show the reader that the character's life is boring and meaningless before the plot's inciting incident. I can absolutely see why that might be considered an important detail about the character, but keep in mind if it's boring and meaningless to the character, it's boring and meaningless to your audience.

You know how I said earlier that writing tips should never be hard and fast rules? Well this is in regards to that Show Don't Tell rule, and it's an example of TOO MUCH showing lol

It is possible to do a daily grind in an interesting way, but only if you include a Shake Up right away. And you have to look at the 3 questions a little bit differently.

So for example:

Castiel POV, and he works in an office. His daily routine is to always get up at the same time every day, he goes for his run, he grooms himself, he has his breakfast, he goes to work and talks to Kelly about how Jack's doing in kindergarten for a few minutes before going into his office. Adler comes in to be a prick, Castiel hates him for it, and then he does his reports, has lunch hiding in a corner of the lunch room so that his co-workers will leave him alone, he does more reporting, leaves an hour after his shift technically ends, goes home to a lonely apartment that maybe includes a pet who is the only being that shows him affection, has an unsatisfying dinner of leftover takeout while watching a mindless reality tv show, then he goes to bed.

Ugh.

BORING.

Which, yeah I get it, the point is that his life is boring. But now the story is too, and I've clicked the back button before I can see how exciting it's capable of getting.

Question 1, does your character need to know this?: No. He knows. Poor thing definitely already knows.

Question 2, does your audience need to know this?: Yes, but...

Question 3, does the character/audience need to know this NOW?: Yes, but new question for ya:

Optional Question 4, why does this need to be separate from your plot's inciting incident? The answer to this 4th question is usually that it doesn't.

Chapter 2 of this type of beginning usually shows the shake up of Castiel's day. My advice is to start with the shakeup, and sprinkle in the details of what you would have put into chapter 1 to show the contrast. It's far more interesting to learn how boring Castiel's day is by starting with the shake up.

So, same scenario:

Castiel's alarm doesn't go off for some reason, OH NO HIS ROUTINE IS SHAKEN UP! You're explaining his routine while also stressing him the fuck out because he has to rush, or skip something that he normally needs to do. Action! Interesting! He gets to work late, and has to miss his conversation with Kelly about Jack because she's telling him that Adler's already in his office being a prick because Castiel isn't there waiting for him like he always is. Oh shit, he's pissing off his asshole boss! Conflict! He's so flustered by the shakeups that he misses something on his report, and he gets a call from that new marketing guy Dean Winchester who asks if they can have a meeting about it when Castiel normally takes his lunch. BAM! MEET CUTE OPPORTUNITY! While Castiel is getting all flustered by how pretty Dean is while they talk about TPS reports, he can reflect on how this is both better and worse than hiding from his co-workers in the corner of the lunch room. The rest of the day after that meeting he's thinking about how weird this day is, he still goes home an hour late, he talks to his pet about his weird day when he gets home, and maybe he still eats leftover takeout, but he's not paying attention to the reality tv show because holy shit he wants to count Dean's freckles.

In this example, you're Telling the audience about Castiel's normal routine instead of Showing them. But since it's during a plot heavy chapter, it works!

Lemme see if I can TL:DR this...

As you're reading, ask yourself who needs to know this information, why do they need to know this information, and why is it important for this information to be included early instead of later?

If the answer to any of those questions boils down to "this is backstory" instead of "this kicks off the plot", then you've started too early.

I hope this helps? I'm always nervous about giving writing advice because so much of the time I have no idea what I'm doing, and I'm just feeling around in the dark. And I definitely do not ever want to hurt an author's feelings, because this hobby is so fucking hard, and we're all fragile. Even authors who welcome con-crit with open arms will have a weak point that they're unaware of that might get poked wrong and cause a crack, ya know?

I hope anyone who gets this far who might see their own works reflected in my examples understands that I have a lot of respect for their ability to put their work out into the world, and I want them to keep doing it. We're here to have fun, okay? Okay. I love y'all 💜

#ltleramblings #writer's angst #also i think some of these problems can be solved with a prologue #but that's something i'm literally exploring in my current WIP #so I have no idea if I'm doing it right #and i might be breaking all of my own rules with it lol

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oneirataxiahiraeth · 4 years ago

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Can I have a sub!kai fic where he annoyed the reader Thx

Uhmmmm yeth👹

Rules

pairing : vamp!reader x sub!kaiparker

Warning : language, smut, penetrative sex, oral (masc & fem), face riding, orgasm denial (m.), bondage, Kai stubble, dirty talk, 69ing,

Requested ;)

Word Count : a little over 3k

A/N :

I had wayyyy too much fun with this one. I’m not really used to writing sub!kai so I had this one was good enough for you<3 (also I’m sorry it literally took FOREVER) also, there’s is little to no plot, srry

He groaned as the ropes rubbed harshly against his skin. His wrist red and irritated as he pulled to feel the tiniest bit of relief that he wasn’t getting.

“It’s only going to hurt more with every pull, Malachi.” You hummed, a sadistic smirk finding its way to your lips as you watched him struggle.

That’s what you were.

A sadist.

You enjoyed watched him like this. Helpless, vulnerable, borderline pathetic. A shiny layer of sweat coating his forehead, and disgustingly dirty thoughts of you on top of him filling his mind. You were truly one evil bitch. How could you do this to him? Strip him of his dominance, just to prove a point. It was oh so fucking hot, but torture not being the one on the other side of these ropes.

“You do realize that once I’m out of these ropes the rest of the night is going to be absolute hell for you... right?” He cleared his throat. He was just itching to inflict some type of fear in you, but in his current state he was making much progress.

You knew exactly what you were doing to him. You’ve never done all this before, but you had a plan for exactly how you wanted it to go. Kai was a dick. He has been one all fucking week. Lately he’s been treating you like precious cargo. Not letting you do anything on your own, not even a shower without him sneaking in. At first it was somewhat sweet sentiments, like ordering your favorites at the grill, then driving you around town to handle errands. Slowly that sweetness faded into him making every decision for you. Not letting you speak for yourself, and finding ways to punish you for speaking out against him. Putting silencing spells on you if he didn’t feel like hearing you rebuttals, and just yesterday he put you into a deep sleep for a few hours so he could ‘have a few moments of peace’.

He was dictating your life.

“What makes you think you’re getting out of these ropes tonight?” You hum.

You watched as he swallowed down the air bubble caught in his throat.

You were set on proving a point. He wasn’t the boss of you in any way shape or form. Not in public, not in private, and he definitely did not have you wrapped around his finger like he was your pimp or some shit. In fact, the whole point of tonight was to make him see that it was quite the opposite.

“Because we both know I can satisfy you way more if I’m untied. Just untie me and I can make you feel good, y/n/n.” He smiled, thinking that you would give into his offer. Instead of actually untying him you just let out the most seductively cynical laugh ever, causing his body to tense under yours.

“We’ll see...” you smirked, lifting your hips from his crotch as you leaned down to place a soft kiss on his collar bone. “Now should we go over the rules or do you have more empty threats to make?”

"Rules?" He nearly laughed in your face.

“Tonight is all on my terms... you will do whatever I want you to do.” You relied, ignoring his failed attempts at taking you seriously. “First rule, not touching. But that shouldn’t be much of a problem, huh?” You smirked, watching his eyes roll. “Second rule, you will ask for everything...” suddenly his smile dropped, and he was so amused by the situation anymore. “You want me to touch you? You ask. You want a kiss? You ask. And if you want to cum... you better beg as if your life fucking depended on it.” You nearly giggled feeling the way he giggled under you.

“Y/n-”

“You will not cum unless I say that you can.” He took in a sharp breath. “Not too bad right? You can be a good boy for me, just for the night, right?” You pouted mockingly, looking deeply into his eyes dark with lust.

“Are the uhm... ropes necessary?” He asked, voice an octave higher than usual.

“No.” You sighed. “But you look so fucking hot all tied up like a doll.” You hummed, finger tracing the vein bulging from from his neck. “So pretty. So perfect.”

“T-that’s usually my line.”

“Did I give you permission to speak?” Your hips grinding down into his, earning a low groan from his throat.

He remained silent, putting a soft smirk on your lips. Your hands traced down his chest, oh so lightly, scooting down his body until you’re hands ghosted lightly over the bulge in his boxers. He felt the heat of your fingers over him. He decided to take advantage of the fact that his legs weren’t bound by anything to push his hips up into the air for some relief. Unfortunately for him, you could read him like a book. Your hand moved away from him before he could even move, resulting in a disappointing action that caused a tiny whine to leave his lips.

“Y/N!” He groaned, head falling back as he tugged at the ropes keeping his bound. You smiled at his frustration, he was in for a long night.

“You didn’t ask.” You shrugged as if you did nothing wrong. Hand placed on his lower stomach, fingers tracing through the outline of his abs.

“Touch me. Please.” He grumbled, not too happy with his position. He was usually the one having you bed for any sort of touch from him. This was all different kinds of unnatural.

"I am touching you, you're going to have to be more specific than that, Princess." You smiled, voice sweet, but the words coming from you mouth made him want to murder you.

“Aw, but I am touching you. You’re going to have to be more specific than that, Princess.” You teased, voice sweet and condescending. He lifted his head just to glare at you for the nickname. You lifted an eyebrow, challenging him to speak out of turn but he decided to play nicely.

"I want you to-" he wanted a lot of things.

“I want... I want you to-” he wanted a lot of things right now actually. He didn’t want to give into you no matter how badly he wanted you. His mind fighting against your sudden rebellion while his body ached to be under your control. There was a way to get what he wanted. He just had to show you that he still had control over you, even in restraints. “I want to taste you.” He blurted, a sharp breathing entering your lungs for a moment. You automatically knew what he was doing, and how he must’ve thought that this was so smart of him. “I-I want you to sit on my face...” he spoke, ideas running through his mind at 100 miles per hours. “And I want you to suck my dick too.” Your whole body tingled with excitement at the request.

“What’s the magic word?” You asked, eyebrow raising at the devilish smile beneath you.

“Please, oh please.” He played along. He knew it wouldn’t be too long before you were untying him, and begging for him to fuck you until it was difficult to function properly. He stuck out his bottom lip to ass to the effect.

You scanned the mischief on his face before do anything. Slowly you moved off of him until you were standing on your bedroom floor, his eyes following you closely. In the position he was now he just seemed so vulnerable, and perfect. Just like you had mentioned before. You could see how rock hard he was through his boxers, and how his abs tightened even when you weren’t on him just proved how badly he wanted to be touched by you. You didn’t think he realized but his hips were slightly bucking into the air, trying to find something, anything, but it wasn’t working out too well for him.

You slid your panties down your legs, letting them rest on the bedroom floor. You stepped out of the fabric, walked back over to the bed. Kai watching intently as your fingers traced down his chest, your beautiful being so close yet far at the same time.

“Can you kiss me? Please?” He spoke, a genuine request. Your eyes slowly trailed up to his, not detecting any hidden intentions besides just wanting you lips on his. You were fine giving him what he wanted, but that wouldn’t be fun if you gave into ever request. He’s be a total dick to you all week, so you denying him just one simple pleasure was totally fine with you.

You brought you’re face to hover over his, hand moving up to the soft skin of his cheek. The soft yet prickly hairs of the beard he was growing out tickling your aura. You’re lips barely grazing against his, allowing him to relish in the closeness for a moment before pulling away.

“There are much more productive things you could be doing with that pretty little mouth of yours right now.” You grinned, watching his jaw fall in amazement as you climb back onto the bed. You maneuvered yourself carefully, making sure both of your legs were positioned on either side of his head.

His view of your face was gone, nothing but you glistening pussy waiting for him to give into you. You could feel the warmth of his breath hitting on your already heated core. You lowered you’re body down slowly, just until you felt his warmth barely touching you. You leaned over, hands tracing slowly down his abdomen, slowly reaching under his boxer band, listening to his breathing change as your fingers wrapped around him.

He pulled against the ropes, hoping to gain even just a little bit of leeway. His eyes rolled at the light laugh you gave under your breath, realizing you really weren’t going to let him free. He just had his plan to hope will work. He didn’t have to move too much before his tongue was flattening against your folds, licking a single bold stripe against you. A soft moan escaping your lips as his mouth began to move against you, you’re hand slowly pumping him as he took over you mind for a brief moment in time. For some reason, though he hadn’t to admit it, being bound right now felt surprisingly good. The idea of being at your mercy as his tongue worked against you... just did something to him that he couldn’t explain. His eyes closed as he focused on solely pleasuring you before he became a bit distracted. You soft lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, collecting his precum on your tongue. His jaw fell open at the relief, letting out a soft moan.

His tongue worked into you, lapping up and sucking down all of your sweet juices. His facial hairs tickling the insides of your thighs as he ate you out. You made sure to make the most of this moment. You wanted to drive him crazy, by giving him everything and nothing at the same time. Your tongue flattening against his shaft as you took him in your mouth. In his mind he was debating on just siphoning some of your magic to get out of the ropes so he could handle you... properly. Though he quite enjoyed the way your hips were rocking against his mouth as you tried your best to contain yourself.

“Faster,” he groaned, tearing his mouth away from you. “Please- god, I need faster.” He begged, in a voice that sounded way too needy for his own liking. Which basically meant he sounded perfect for you. You hummed, sending vibrations through him before taking your mouth from around him with a pop. You pumped him in your hand a few times before sitting up above him. His lips connecting to you once again earning a gasp and moan that you weren’t prepared to release. Kai always knew how to work wonders one you. He was most proud of how submissive you would be for him in the late hours of the night. He knew how to work you up, and push all the right buttons and he always made sure that no matter what happens he made you cum.

Just another joy you got to swipe away.

You lifted you hips too far for him to reach, listening to him whine form the loss of your taste. You maneuvered yourself around his body again until you were straddling his lap. His stubble covered chin glistening with you juices, watching his chest rise and fall with heavy breathing. You bent down, placing a soft kiss on his lips, being sure to make sure he knew you just were getting a taste of yourself.

“You should grow out the beard, it would be so fucking hot.” You smiled, his throat let out a needy whimper as he tugged again at the ropes keeping him bound.

“y/n- please, m’gonna explode.” He groaned, causing your wicked smile to widen.

“sorry, what? I didn’t hear that.” You hummed, turning your head so he would speak right into your ear.

“y/n.” He whined loudly, hips bucking into yours harshly. You hands moved down to his hips, holding them down before he could try again. He was right where you wanted him. Needy, pathetic, and easy to break. “I need you, so so bad, please.” He groaned, tugging at the ropes again, pure frustration and sexual tension taking over him.

“You need me?” You asked, trying to sound confused, hands moving further down his body until your fingers were tracing the base of his cock. “Like... right here?” You cocked your head to the side, watching as his jaw clenched. His eyes locked on your face, watching you find him amusing enough to smile. He would never in his life admit this out loud, but he definitely enjoyed this. He was aching right your your hand, just like how you wanted him.

“I w-wanna feel you.” He breathed.

“You want me to fuck myself on your dick?” You dipped your head down, placing you lips right below his jawline, pressing a series of light pecks along his neck.

“Please- fuck, please baby.” He whined again.

Your hand wrapped around his shaft once again, pumping him slowly in your hand. His mouth fell open at the friction again. Your hand sped up in its action as you watched his eyes close for a brief moment in pleasure. If this is what having total control felt like... being able to see the person you love most revel in the feeling of just you and only you... you could understand why it was so addicting to him.

Doesn’t mean you weren’t still annoyed with him.

In his mind flashed pornographic pictures of you echoes of your moans on repeat in his mind, along with the sensations of your fingers coursing along his skin. You always held the power to make him fall apart at your finger tips, he just never let you see that.

“Aw, you like this don’t you?” You hummed, poking out lips at the soft moans you were earning as you jerked him off.

“Please let me feel you.” He asked again, aching to feel your heated walls wrapped around him.

“You think you deserve to feel me?” You sigh, handing tightening around him as your pace quickened earning an audible reaction. “You make such pretty noises, you know.” You hummed, leaning over him a bit. His tip barely brushing against you stomach as you watching him glide closely to the edge. “Are you close baby?”

“Y-yes, god, I’m so close.” He groaned out, hands turning to grip the comforter to relieve some pressure.

You watched his eyes squeeze tighter together, and his muscles everywhere tense. A light layer of sweat forming over his chest as he body produce a heat that was lethal. Throaty moans escaped him, and your body heat so close to him was only bringing him closer to his euphoric release.

Or what would’ve been if you hadn’t stopped.

“Y/N-” he whined, tugging at the ropes a little extra hard with frustration.

“I didn’t say you could cum, did I?” You responded to his childish whine.

Your lips curved up into a devilish smile that has him weak in the knees. You hand squeezing the base of his cock once again before you lifted yourself on your knees above him. His tip gliding along your folds slick with his saliva and your own arousal. His mouth feel open, eyebrows furrowing at the sight of your dragging him along your heat.

“Wanna be in you, babe.” He groaned, “please, lemme feel you.”

You hum, moving you hand away from him breaking the intimate contact between the two of you. Both of your hands reached the his, grabbing the ropes keeping him bound before breaking each one. His hands immediately try to go to you, but you catch them before they can manage to.

“No touching rule is still in effect, Malachi.” You grin.

“Then why untie me?” He pouted.

“I love to see you squirm.” You commented with a light shrugged, leaning over as you placed his hands over his head. Your nose barely brushing past each other. “If you touch me and without permission we’ll stop, got it?”

“You’re so evil.” He whined, head lifting up to bring your lips closer together.

“Wonder who I get it from.” You smiled, finally pressing your lips together bringing sinking down on his cock that’s been waiting for you all night. He let out a breathy moan into the kiss, your hips lifting back up before falling again. Air slowly leaving your lungs as you let out a breathy moan into his lips. Kai’s hands gripping onto the comforter once again for dear life.

You kept up a steady place, bouncing on top of him, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. Your lips tore away from each other’s as you tried picking up pace, watching Kai’s face twist as he watched you use him for you’re own satisfaction. You noticed the tired euphoric look on his face on how he was already beginning to twitch inside of you. Your walls clenching around him, making him go ballistic as you fuck your self on him.

“I-I’m go-nna-” he moaned, trying to make coherent sentences through the ecstasy. “Can I please-”

“No, not yet.” You spoke clearly, pace not altering. “Look at me.” You demanded notices how his eyes fluttered shut every few seconds. He tried to keep his eyes open for you, staring you dead in your pretty face wondering how in love he had to be to end up in this position. “So good for me.” You smiled, nearly making him break one of your rules... possibly all of them.

“P-please let me t-touch you” he pouted.

“So needy.”

“Please.”

You nodded allowing him to move his hands. They went straight towards your hips, gripping your skin tightly, causing you to realize how close you were to the edge. Your walls clenching around him with every move, making it harder to keep himself contained. You’re eyes locked on each other, watching each other as you both fell completely apart. You noticed how heavy his breathing was and how he was trying his best not lose his shit. It was mesmerizing, noises flowing from the both of you so disgusting erotic that you wished everyone in this house was listening to the best sex they were never going to get to have. That’s when you realized you were beginning you’re ethereal trip on ecstasy.

“Y/N-”

“Cum for me, baby.” You moaned as your legs began to shake around him, body jolting with pleasure as you tried milking out your orgasms by slowly rocking you hips on his but the sensations became too much.

You leaned over placing your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. You felt his hot seed spilt into you coating your walls, as you listened to the rapid pace of his heart beating.

“Can we uhm... can we do that again?” He breathed, voice vibrated through your sensitive body.

“Fuck yea.”

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