#side eyeing rollerball

[stalegatorade]

my life is like a movie but not one of those aesthetically pleasing coming of age ones. more like an early 2000's sci-fi thriller with laughable CGI effects and a nu metal soundtrack

[sadhours]

Cockwarming w dom billy whilst ur watching a movie. He’s so needy for u so u cockwarm his huge cock whilst trying to watch, staying still. But he keeps distracting u rubbing his hand on your back and nipples.Eventually he can’t take it so he rubs your pussy moaning into your neck and you squirt all over him.

you always have such fun requests, i loved writing this 😘

warnings: 18+ minors dni, pure pure smut

The movie has caught your attention, it was just something that you thought might be interesting just based on the VHS cover, Rollerball. You were just excited to spend time with your boyfriend, a lazy night lounging around watching movies. Billy had been so busy with work and the Camaro but he called this morning and said he was coming over tonight. It was a relief because you’d felt like maybe you both were too busy with work and you were growing distant.

Billy’s laying behind you, left arm draped over your side while he props his head up on his right hand.

“Could you imagine if this was a real sport?” he mumbles, his fingertips ghosting your exposed stomach where your tank top had ridden up.

With a snort, you reply, “Absolutely not. They’re practically killing each other. And I don’t get why some of them are on motorcycles.”

Billy laughs, his breath feels nice and warm against your ear and you slightly melt back against him, “Sci-fi, babe. That’s just how the games played.”

“I guess so,” you say, unconvinced.

Suddenly, you feel his hand move down and he starts to push your shorts and underwear down. You don’t protest, giggling softly as he kisses your jaw. You feel as he struggles to push his own sweats down and then the head of his cock is pressing against your entrance. It slips in easily and he pushes in until his hips are flush with your ass. But then Billy doesn’t move, an inch. No thrust or roll of his hips. He drapes his arm back over your side and keeps on watching the movie. You turn your head slightly to look back at him.

“What are you doing?” you ask, a little breathless.

He glances down at you, a smirk playing on his lips before he says, nonchalantly, “Just keeping my dick warm.”

It’s the most ridiculous thing but you don’t laugh because it also feels so intimate. Instead, you just roll with it, turning your attention back to the movie but you can’t stop from clenching around Billy’s thick cock. You feel him exhale sharply but he still doesn’t move his hips. It’s a bit frustrating but you like giving Billy the power so while it’s almost impossible not to grind back against him, you’re able to restrain yourself.

After some time has passed, you’re fully engrossed back in the movie because the plot has kind of picked up but then Billy’s moving his hand. First, smoothing it over the curve of your hips down to your thigh and all the way back up to your stomach. You think he’s going to start rocking his hips but, he keeps them still.

“Billy…” you whine, softly, a bit of a pout forming on your lips.

“What?” he says, airy like he’s not doing anything out of the ordinary.

His fingers sneak up your top, the pad of his middle finger circles against your hardened nipple and you can’t help but gasp, eyes falling shut. Billy hums, his lips so close to your ear which just makes you clench around him harder. He pinches your nipple and bites on your earlobe before sucking on it. You let out a soft moan, your hand shooting up to grip his forearm in attempts to ground yourself. You keep thinking any second he’s gonna flip you over and fuck into you, give you what you both want so bad.

But he doesn’t. Billy’s apparently intent on teasing you.

He mumbles something else about the movie but you can’t comprehend the words, your heads gone fuzzy as he casually plays with your nipple. You consider asking him to repeat himself for a moment but the thought dissolves when he bites your neck, soothing the tender skin with his tongue immediately after. You gasp, your body feels so hot and tingly that you can’t help but arch your back, causing Billy’s erection to pull out just slightly and then he’s making a strangled groan, fingers squeezing your breast like he’s a little frustrated by the movement. Like you’ve infiltrated his little game and he didn’t expect it.

“Billy,” you plead with desperation and like a gift, his hand smooths down your body until his fingertips meet your clit and he taps against it. “Yes,” you pant out, “please…”

“So eager,” he tsks and kisses along your jaw while moving his fingers against your clit in broad circles. It’s just exactly what you needed and you could care less about the dumb movie at this point, writhing against him as you hook your ankle behind his legs to spread yourself open more.

He makes all kinds of pretty sounds as you fuck yourself back on his cock, doing all the work for it. You flutter around him, feeling his tip brush against your spongy spot deep inside and you let out a low sound at the sensation it spreads over your whole body. All hot and dizzying. Billy chuckles lowly, slapping against your clit a couple of times, each blow makes your body jolt forward and back against him.

“Just couldn’t take it anymore, huh, doll?”

“You couldn’t either,” you bite back, placing your hand on his thigh so you could get better leverage as you grind against him.

He delivers a particularly hard thrust against you as he says in a throaty voice, “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Fuck!” you cry out, “again.”

Billy does, repeatedly as he rubs your clit faster. Your mouth hangs open, he licks, kisses and bites at your jaw while he fucks into you hard and relentless.

“You like that, baby?” he asks, breathy and on the verge of a whine. The sound it tears from you is foreign, definitely not a sound you knew you were capable of making. A desperate, kind of crazed groan. You feel Billy’s lips curl up against your skin when he hears it, his fingers spreading your lips apart and the cool air that hits your folds is incredibly intoxicating.

The sounds of his cock pumping in and out of your drenched hole fill the room and that’s when you notice the movie has ended. Billy moves his hand up to grab your jaw and turn your head so he can press a searing kiss against your lips while he drills into you from behind. The neighbors are gonna fucking hate you but you can’t help the slurry of cries and moans escaping from you. You know it’s loud because Billy shushes you, though he’s grinning wide when he does it.

“So good,” you babble, letting your eyes flutter shut when he moves his fingers back down to your clit and expertly works it. You arch against him, panting out, “Gonna cum…”

“Do it, baby,” he purrs, “Cum for me.”

He quickens his pace and you teeter over the edge, body seizing as your orgasm crashes into you, squirting all over his cock and hand. Billy groans, long and deep before he grabs a hold of your hip and fucks into you impressively harder.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunts before spilling inside you, coating your walls with his spunk and you hum happily, melting against him as the fruitions of your pleasure mixes. Billy doesn’t pull out right away but he wraps his arm around your middle and squeezes as he lays kisses against your shoulder while you’re still reeling in the aftershocks of a powerful orgasm.

[celestiachan]

bullet journalling tips for beginners

-start out as small and cheap as possible. get one of those 50¢ marble composition notebooks and write with any pen/pencil you have just lying around. if you really wanna colour it in, use crayons, coloured pencils, and markers you already have. if you find that you like it, then you can get a better notebook and pens (if you want)

-you will see a lot of cheap packs of double sided brush pens. do not buy these. they suck, no matter how good the reviews are. there's a reason why so many people recommend crayola supertips. (it's the amount of colours + the quality for such a low price)

-do not buy any crayola knock offs. you'll find yourself crying and sniffling and sobbing because your cra-z-art marker ran out of ink after the first time it touched paper and roseart markers have large bullet tips instead of broadline tips. why would you even buy a knockoff when crayola is so cheap

-if you don't have any drawing pens, use a ballpoint pen. make sure it's a ballpoint and not a gel or rollerball pen because ballpoint pens have oil-based ink, which is waterproof, and chances are the markers you use to colour stuff in have water-based ink and the last thing you want is one of your yellow markers turning that ugly shade of green

-prismacolour drawing pens leak like a baby's eyes after you tell them that they aren't allowed to eat dirt. use any other brand of drawing pen if you absolutely must use one

-also you don't have to use a black pen. use a glitter gel pen or a mechanical pencil. anything is fine as long as it doesn't muddy the colours you're using

-never ever use sharpies in your bujo. if it's a sharpie gel pen or creative marker or something like that then it's fine but if it's a permanent marker then the next 10 pages will be unusable. actually just don't use any permanent markers in your journal it'll bleed like it's just been stabbed

-alwaya draw your designs in pencil before going over them in pen. if you dive in penfirst you'll make a mistake and won't be able to erase it

-your designs don't have to be perfect. you're a beginner. even if you're already an artist, bullet journals don't have to look extravagant and beautiful with everything written in calligraphy. it's your bullet journal. you don't even have to add designs. do what you want with it

[papiermachecat]

I love your drunk pleasing review 🤪 and would enjoy hearing your thoughts on the other products ✨🧴🖊✨

Well you are in luck, my friend! I used my distance-learning demo area and did a little video featuring me having no clue where the center of the frame is and my old-lady hands 😃

So the sides are rally hard to tell apart by looking, but there are little eye and lip pictures at the ends to help. Also the eye side has a little dimple at the end so you can tell it by feel as well. EYE SIDE: The rollerball feels so nice on your under eyes. As I was applying it, Harry himself appeared and told me I was already looking less disgustingly wrinkled and ancient. He went on to say it was his ultimate goal for no person on earth to look older than 18 as he finds people over the age of 30 repulsive. Of course you all know this from the marketing so I’ll move on! It doesn’t feel heavy, it’s super refreshing, and I suspect it would be great under concealer but I haven’t tested that theory yet. My mom tested it and gave it very enthusiastic approval too. She is 68 so she’s beyond hope but I let her try it anyway because I’m a good daughter. LIP SIDE: I don’t love lip oils in general as they tend to leave my lips very slippy on top but still super dry underneath (I have chronically dry lips thanks to accutane as a teenager). This one is much better, it sinks in quickly and actually feels like it’s hydrating. I feel like I have to do quite a bit of rolling to cover my [average-sized] lips, because the rollerball is small—I’d probably prefer a cushion applicator on that side but lots of people don’t like those so it’s fine. Due to my aforementioned dry lips I would top this with something that has more staying power, like my go-to laneige lip mask. If you have non-super-dry lips this would be a great first step under lip color because it isn’t too slippy and it isn’t glossy. I haven’t worn lip color since the mask era began, but maybe other people still do 🤷🏻‍♀️. The packaging is pretty (bonus points for using aqua, my favorite color) and super convenient to toss into your bag. Very happy with this overall, 9.5/10

[itsnsfwalways]

Canyon Moon

FIC MASTERLIST

warnings for ch 3: mentions of drug use (weed), swearing, oral sex (m! and f! receiving), a hint of degradation if you squint

chapter 3: you’re so golden

The sun hitting your eyes was the first thing that woke you up, the warmth inviting, but also very bright. Scrunching you’re face up, you tug the blanket over your head, turning to the side and taking a deep breath in. You find giving your body a few minutes to wake up before you force yourself out of bed makes you feel so much more awake and in a good mood.

Stretching your back, you rub the sleep out of your eyes and roll out of bed, trudging to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth.

Yawning as you walk into the kitchen, you make yourself an iced coffee before starting on breakfast. Putting on Rumours, you sing quietly to yourself while making a scramble with a bunch of veggies to get your greens in early.

Heading back to your room with hot sauce in hand, you light some incense and take a few bong rips before eating your breakfast quietly on the window sill. That was something you absolutely LOVED about your room, the edge of the window was just wide enough for you to sit (or lay down) and admire the view of palm trees and beautiful blue skies.

Opening up Misery, you finish a few chapters and mindlessly eat for a bit, listening to the birds chirp and the buzz of the city waking up. Once you finish your food, you go sit cross legged on your meditation pillow, facing the floor length mirror as you make sure your posture is straight. Putting on your favorite meditation music, which, at the moment, is 432hz Healing Tones, you take a deep breath in, clearing your mind and allowing the sun and healing vibrations to roll over you. You imagine yourself breathing in healing energy and nothing but love, and exhaling all of the stuck, negative energy, trying to ‘push’ it out with your breath. Sometimes it felt a bit silly, but if it made you feel loads better, why not do it?

About twenty minutes pass before you slowly blink open your eyes, yawning quietly before going into child’s pose, stretching your back and hips after sitting for so long.

Lying down on your back on the mat, you stare up at the ceiling, feeling an overall sense of being okay. Your body feels good, your mind feels good, your stomach’s full of butterflies that make you smile and blush at the thought of seeing Harry in a bit.

Pulling yourself up with a grunt, you throw on a swim suit and a random pair of shorts, not caring to bring a real top. After applying a bit of sunscreen on your face and shoulders, you slide into your flip flops and fill up a water bottle before heading out the door.

Unlocking Sunflower, you sit on the edge of the side door while sliding on your scuffed white rollerskates with obnoxiously bright blue wheels. They were your pride and joys, and made you feel as if you were in a different time, enjoying the breeze on your cheeks as you skate towards your spot. The journey only took about 15 minutes, with minimal stumbles, so it was already turning out to be a great day.

Finally pulling up to the small lot, you squat down to pull of your skates, putting them behind a rock along with your socks and shorts. You shook your head as you sprinted towards the ocean, leaping into the freezing water. It was the only way you were able to get in, you were never one to wade slowly in. Swimming about half a mile out, the waves crash over you coolly, soothing your quickly warming body. It was going to be a hot day today, good to know. Treading water, you look at the coast, everything looking so small. You made sure to breathe in, capturing this exact moment in memory. The feeling of salty water on your skin, wet hair stuck to your neck and the slight burn in your arms, but this was it. This was pure bliss.

But, you’re also not insane, so after a bit you swim back to shore, spending about ten minutes doing handstands and flips before getting out, wringing out your hair on your way up the beach. Climbing up the pile of large rocks next to cliff, you lay on top of a relatively flat one, allowing your body to dry off for a little bit and give you a few extra moments of sun.

You always hated dusting off your feet for forever before getting back in your socks and skates, but rather that than get sand in them.

“Fuck, I really am killing it today,” you pant to yourself, definitely feeling a burning in your thighs as you start heading home, desperately wanting a shower and some chocolate.

Throwing your skates in Sunflower, you slam the door closed and trudge up the steps to the apartment, practically falling over as you enter the door.

Laura looks up from her phone, perched on the countertop eating a bowl of cereal.

“Look at you, sexy girl, how was the water?” She teases, handing you a banana from the counter immediately because she knows you need it.

“Good,” you sigh, taking a bite and moaning, leaning against the wall for a minute in silence.

“When’s your date with Harry again?” She asks, glancing at the clock.

Oh fuck.

The clock read 10:30.

“Okay, that’s not bad, I just need to get my ass in gear,” you convince yourself, throwing the banana away and grabbing a spoonful of peanut butter. You didn’t have time to make yourself anything else, plus you were eating with Harry soon anyways.

“You got this. Do I get to meet him?” Laura encourages, raising her thumbs at you.

You laugh and nod. “Absolutely, just don’t ask about his exes or I’m going to look crazy.”

“Got it, no exes. Get in the shower, you’re dripping everywhere!”

You run upstairs, yelling back, “I’ll clean it up,” as you head into your room, turning on Currents by Tame Impala to pump you up as you shower, quickly washing your hair and body, shaving the itty bitty stubble just in case.

Running some curl cream through your hair, you try and scrunch and dry your hair as fast as possible, which doesn’t really work, but at least you tried.

A bathrobe envelopes you as you sit down at your small vanity, starting on a little bit of makeup. Dabbing a bit of concealer on your undereyes and small blemishes, you keep it semi-natural with just bronzer, blush, and highlighter, admittedly a ton, but who’s to say. Brushing your brows out and filling in the ends a little darker, all that goes on your eyes is a brown eyeshadow and a beautiful gold pigment, then comes drenching your eyelashes in mascara.

You turn your attention back to your hair, thank god you were having extremely good luck today, because it fell perfectly, the layers framing your face so elegantly that you had to smile at your reflection. Self-love is a journey, and you were glad to be in a good space.

Checking your phone finally, you find a text from Harry, sent 2 hours ago. Whoops.

Good morning, Y/N, just wanted to make sure we’re still on for 12. Hope you slept well.

Well, it’s confirmed, you’re a completely asshole. It’s 11:15 and you still haven’t responded to a text about a date happening at NOON.

AHH IM SO SORRY hi harry ! i don’t check my phone for a while in the mornings, i’m the worst, i know. we definitely are still on, haha, noon still work for you ?

You throw your phone on your bed while you stare at your closet, trying to find a good outfit for today.

Eventually coming to a pair of high waisted white shorts that you got from your mom, thankfully having the same waistline as her in high school, and a light blue silk tank top with gold straps. Planning on wearing your black boots with the gold detailing, because, hey, it seems you’ve got to up your fashion game dealing with Harry, you place them next to your bedroom door before checking your phone.

You scared me for a minute, I was about to go eat a very sad lunch by myself. I’m going to start heading over, that alright by you?

You giggle quietly at his response, typing out,

sounds great :) i’m planning on wearing a pair of boots, should i bring sandals or anything ?

Woah, trying to outdress me?

He sends the next one moments later.

Just teasing, boots will be fine. We’re going to this cafe I really like.

of course i’m going to out dress you, who do you think i am ? and awesome !! see you in a bit !!

You grab a small black bag, putting your sunglasses case, gum, keys, wallet, chapstick, lighter, your dab pen (you never know), and a small rollerball perfume inside. Sliding in some gold hoops and placing your rings back on your fingers, you wiggle them a bit. They always look a bit naked without them on.

Putting on your boots, you head into the bathroom to brush your teeth once more before Harry arrives. But nope, the doorbell, rings as soon as you start brushing your molars.

“Shit,” you gasp, heading over to the door, toothbrush in hand.

You swing open the door and rush out, “Hey, Harry, I’ll be out in two seconds, come on in.”

Taking in his appearance, you grin at the white sunglasses pushed in his hair. Wearing a white t shirt, it’s tucked into a pair of blue pants that matches your shirt to a goddamn T, which you can’t help but laugh at as you walk away. Passing Laura in the hallway, you give her a look as she walks over to him.

Their conversation travels through your open door as you finish brushing your teeth.

“You must be Laura,” Harry starts, and you can just see him reaching his hand out.

“I am, it’s great to meet you,” she says, her smile bleeding into her voice.

“You have a beautiful home, so close to the beach too,” Harry compliments.

“Thank you, yeah, Y/N found this place forever ago and we’ve been living here since we moved out. My dad knew the landlord and they gave us a ridiculously low price for it, but I am not complaining.”

“Oh that’s sick, I’ve been in Malibu for just a bit, always kind of changing my location around LA and England.”

“That was what we thought we were going to do, but I definitely am glad we stayed here. Living in the city is fun and all, but it’s a lot, you know? We need our peace and quiet at home.”

You walk back out, purse and phone in hand, taking in their positioning. Laura’s sitting on a stool, cup of coffee in hand as Harry stands across from her, eyes on you as soon as you walked out.

“I’ll see you later,” you grin at Laura, sneaking another glance at Harry as you give her a quick hug.

“Okay, bye! Nice meeting you, Harry!” she smiles, and of course he replies with the same.

You close the door behind the two of you and he looks you up and down again, meeting your eyes and smiling.

“Hi,” you breathe out, his eyes capturing you immediately.

“Hi,” he whispers back, squeezing your exposed side. “You look really good, Y/N.”

You bite your lip to hide your smile, placing your hands on his shoulders, feeling the fabric (but really just his muscles). His hands immediately go to cup your waist, not pulling you in, just holding you.

“So do you. Like the blue,” you grin, moving your hands down to his waistband.

“Proper matching, I’d say,” he cheekily smiles, thumbs feeling the edge of your shirt’s material along your ribs, your breath hitching slightly at his movement.

You’re the first to pull away, moving your hand to lace your fingers together, tugging him gently down the stairs. He follows after you, squeezing your hand with his and shaking his head, trying to mask his smile by twitching his nose.

That gorgeous being of a car is parked in front of your house, the color alone bringing a smile to your lips, but now the top was down, which was about to make this a lot more fun.

“God, Harry, I might have to steal this from you,” you sigh, arms crossed as you look up at him seriously.

He laughs loudly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Maybe one day I’ll let you drive it,” He whispers, kissing the top of your head before pulling away and opening your door like nothing happened.

You stand there still for a moment before blinking and getting in, holding his hands on the door when he closes it. Turning your body, you lean out the door, placing your hands next to his as you whisper in his ear,

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

Sliding your lips along his cheek as you pull away, you plop back into the chair, putting on your sunglasses and messing with your hair a bit.

Harry clears his throat before walking around the car, sliding into the driver’s side and starting the car.

“Do you want to play music?” He slowly asks, his tone sending shivers down your legs.

You perk up at this, nodding quickly and taking the aux cord from him.

“I’d love to. Have you heard of Tash Sultana? They released an EP a few years ago, their voice is incredible. They make all their own loops and play every instrument by themselves.”

Harry gives you a side eye, grinning as he says,

“That’s some pretty new music for you, princess.”

Your lips part slightly and Harry watches closely as your cheeks flush, licking the side of his mouth with a grin.

“Have I found a nickname you like, Y/N?” His voice has raised slightly, obvious excitement in his expression.

“Only sometimes,” you shrug, trying to play that off as cool as possible. “And yeah, my ex actually introduced me to their music.”

Harry raises his eyes at this, bringing a finger to his lips to hold his laugh in.

“Why the fuck did I say that?” Your hands go up to your face as Harry finally laughs at you, turning the volume down just a little to listen to you.

Sighing for a second, you pull your hands away before blurting out,

“I don’t want you to think that I’m lying to you about not knowing your music or you, because I do listen to stuff released now, obviously. I’m not a music snob or one of those too cool for school people because I absolutely blast SZA when I’m drunk and I’m starting to overthink and-“

Harry cuts you off by taking your jaw in his hand, turning your face towards him. Perfect timing, as always, pulling up to a red light right when he needs it.

“Hey,” he whispers with a smile, stroking your cheek. “I don’t think that you’re lying to me, and I understand. I was kind of a dick for saying all that right away to be honest, but I get it. I listen to mostly oldies too, if I really think about it.”

You exhale, looking up at him.

“Okay. I’m still going to freak out about it and make sure you know.”

He squeezes your jaw slightly, scrunching his nose.

“No,” he cutely protests, and you can’t help but giggle.

He smiles in return and lets your jaw go, hands going back to grip the wheel a little bit tighter

The two of you drive for a little bit, not really saying anything. You can’t help but dance in your seat to the beat, silently mouthing the lyrics to yourself. Harry keeps glancing over at you, too, grinning at the way you blush when he notices you doing it.

“How was your morning so far?” You start, just wanting to hear him talk.

He has to talk a little bit louder over the wind, but he’s happy to get the conversation started.

“Quite good actually. I’m going to Cabo in a couple weeks and was just getting some early packing in. Don’t you hate when you go somewhere and realize you forgot something like a toothbrush at home?”

“It’s the worst, I always end up having to go to a corner store and get something. What’s in Cabo?” You ask, already so amazed at his lifestyle.

“Friend of mine is having a birthday, so we’re there for a bit celebrating, going to be an amazing trip. Happy to be here, though,” he adds, eyes flicking to yours as he says it.

“I’d be worried if you weren’t.”

“What about you? How was your morning?”

“Really good. Sorry about not texting you back for so long, by the way. I just have this thing about using technology right after I wake up, it gives me pretty bad headaches so I go as long as I can without it unless I hear it ring. But it was super productive, I got a good breakfast and read in, meditated a bit, skated to the beach and went for a swim, then got ready for this.”

“You put me to shame, Y/N, you really do.” Harry laughs, running a hand through his hair.

“I just woke up in a really good mood. I can definitely be grumpy in the morning, I’ll tell you that,” you try to explain, scared of feeling too pretentious.

“Yeah? I can see you throwing a fit if someone wakes you up before you’re ready,” Harry nonchalantly says, looking at the rings on his fingers before checking your reaction.

Cheeks hot, you feel almost scolded by him, thankful for the large sunglasses on your face.

“You’re not wrong,” you finally agree, crossing your legs smoothly.

That doesn’t go unnoticed by Harry, reaching a hand down to rest on your thigh almost immediately. His large hand wraps around your skin, thumb immediately starting to go in small circles.

“I started meditating a few years ago but I absolutely love it, I feel like it allows you to start the morning off right.”

Taking a deep breath before answering, you nod and say,

“Completely agree. It still can feel a bit weird doing it when I’m in a mood or anything, but whether you believe in it or not, having all that negative energy in you without doing anything about it isn’t good for you.”

“You’re quite cute when you talk about things you like. Light up like a little sun,” Harry smirks, pulling his sunglasses up to look at you, the piece of gum in his teeth allowing his jawline to be even more prominent. You do the same, placing them in your lap as you uncross your legs, his hand staying on your left thigh as it goes back towards the seat.

“Yeah?” You don’t stop looking at him, watching his eyes flit between you and the road.

Harry hums before adding, “I think you know that though.”

“That I’m quite arguably the epitome of all things golden? Of course, but it’s always nice to hear.”

You make a noise of protest as Harry removes his thigh to make a left, while simultaneously laughing at you.

“You are absolutely golden, love, don’t you forget it.”

He pauses for a moment before starting again.

“I’m going to warn you right now that there might be some photos taken of you when we go in or leave, or fans coming to take pictures. If that bothers you-“

Cutting him off quickly, you sit up, shaking your head.

“I dressed cute for a reason, if it happens it happens. I’m going to be pissed if someone comes for my outfit though.” You giggle at yourself and grab Harry’s hand, squeezing it gently. “I know what I’m signing up for. You’re good.”

Squeezing back, he looks down at his lap for a moment before glancing back at you, eyes so sincere your heart clenches a little.

“Thank you. Just... need a little reminder sometimes too.”

Unlacing your fingers, you stick your pinkie out, swearing, “I promise that I will always remind you that you’re not going to cause me any problems, and I’m not going to do the same. You promise to always remind me I’m golden?”

“‘Course, love. Was gonna do that anyways,” Harry chuckles, intertwining your fingers, heartbeat going just a little bit faster.

He couldn’t explain it, didn’t want to admit it to himself even, but your presence made his world just a little bit brighter. He couldn’t get you out of his mind, your smile, giggle, and sweet-smelling perfume was all he could think about since last night. His brain was trying to come up with reasons why this was a bad idea, how you could be using him, you were going to break his heart and leave without a second glance. But one look at your face, those eyes looking at him with so much wonder, made him hate the part of himself looking for excuses. These feelings felt way too much, too fast, but all he knew was he wanted to call you his girl. His sweet Y/N.

Parking his car next to some trees, he runs over to open your door, helping you step out and shutting the door behind you, placing the cover on the car quickly. The two of you walk into the cafe in silence, arms swaying next to each other. You figured he wasn’t comfortable holding hands in public on the first date.

The atmosphere of the Beachwood Cafe was everything you could want in a coffee shop. Absolutely stunning artwork covering the walls, a checkerboard floor, fun colors splattered all over. Your face must show how excited you were because you feel Harry bump you, grinning down at you. You hum, smile on your cheeks as he holds your face in his hands for a second.

“Like it?” You nod happily at his question, following the waitress to your table, one in the furthest corner from the door.

“Can I start you off with some drinks?” She asks, setting menus in front of the two of you. Harry gestures for you to go first and you quirk an eyebrow before turning.

“Can I please get a large iced coffee with some honey? Thank you so much,” you add, looking Angie, her nametag reads, in the eye.

“And for you?”

“A large iced americano would be wonderful, thank you, love.” Flashing that award-winning smile at her, she writes down his order and heads back to the front.

“This place is really cute, Harry,” you gush. “Thanks for bringing me here.”

His chest tightens at your cute face looking at him from across the table, the amount of gratitude coming from you at all times filling him with light.

“‘Course, honey. You don’t have to thank me,” He earnestly tells you, placing his chin in his hand.

“I know, but I feel like I need to,” you trail off, looking at one of the names of the scrambles on the menu. Snapping your eyes back up to him, Harry can tell where you’re going with this.

“Please don’t,” he half-laughs, half begs.

“But it’s so easy,” you pout, grinning when he sighs and waves his hand for you to continue.

“Should I ask how strong the Weid scramble is going to hit?”

Groaning into his palm, Harry tries his hardest not to laugh, but can’t help one escaping when you kick him under the table.

“Satisfied?”

“Very,” you nod, looking over the menu once more. “Have you had the Thai noodle salad? That looks hella good.”

“It is ‘hella’ good,” Harry teases, using quotation marks in the air.

“Right then, love, what’re you getting?” You respond in a British accent, folding up your menu.

“Probably the Brussels sprouts salad, it’s my usual here.”

You open your mouth to say something before your drinks are placed in front of you, Angie asking if the two of you are ready to order. Harry goes ahead and orders for the two of you, delicately grabbing the menu from your hands to hand it back to her with a charming smile on his face. Watching her walk away, you grab your drink, lifting it for a cheers.

“To living,” you simply state, Harry repeating it with a look in his eyes you can’t quite name.

“So,” you start, adjusting your position in your seat for a second. “You said you’re writing for your second album, right?”

Harry nods, licking his lips as he pulls away from his glass, catching the way your eyes wander to his mouth.

“Sort of. I want to, you know, take a break, try and just have some fun, rather than jump straight into writing and recording again. At the same time, I really fucking miss it. Writing and being in the studio and getting all that out just feels so good.”

The way his accent wraps around his words makes it hard for you to focus on what he’s saying all the way, realizing he’s waiting on you to respond.

“I definitely think you could use some down time. But that also doesn’t mean you have to stop making music. Write out your ideas when they come to you, and when you feel like you’re ready, start pumping them all out. I’m willing to bet $100 that you already have at least a few songs under your belt, though, am I wrong?” You grin at the headshake Harry gives you, catching the blush on his cheeks. “I knew it! We all do, it’s impossible to just not write, but don’t worry about timelines or due dates. You can’t rush art.”

“God, it’s just so good to hear out loud, I feel like you already know me,” Harry shakes his head, pushing his hair away from his face with one hand.

“I’m pretty good at reading people, I’d like to say,” your arm raising above you as you stretch a little, tilting your head from side to side.

Seeing your neck arch and the way your veins move slightly under your skin causes Harry to have to clear his throat a little, taking a sip of his drink as he feels his forehead start to sweat.

“What kind of artists do you normally write for?” He blurts out, trying to figure out how to get to know more about you in a roundabout way.

“If you’re offering me a job, I’m walking out right now,” you warm, raising your eyebrows. “Kidding. I don’t know, really, I write for a lot of my friends, like I said, when they need help on some of their own projects, or if I’m hanging out in the studio I get pulled around the rooms for a different set of ears. Working with Khalid was one of my favorite experiences, though, he was so fucking cool.”

Harry’s eyes sparkle at this, perking up.

“Love Khalid. He is so talented, and hilarious. I swear, my stomach was aching after being with him for a little while. I only asked because I think I’m trying to figure you out a bit. I just wanna get to know ya,” He shrugs, fingertips tapping on his glass.

“I wish you good luck on that task, Harry, I really do. The first step in recovering is admitting you need help,” you solemnly nod, bursting out laughing when he rolls his eyes and ATTEMPTS to hide his smile.

Your food is placed in front of you suddenly, and you jump, glaring at Harry for smirking at your reaction. He couldn’t help it, you were like a little puppy, overexcited and always jumping from place to place. Harry starts eating right away, sending you a quizzical look when you sit with your hands in your lap, almost like you’re waiting for something.

“You going to start eating, honey?” He gently presses, snapping you out of wherever you went.

“Sorry,” you blush, grabbing your fork and shaking your head a little. “I don’t know what the fuck that was about.”

Fuck, yes you did, and Harry knew that. You were waiting for his permission, and that thought alone sent you into a daze. Closing your eyes around the fork, you fought off the urge to moan and tried to push the fact that he already holds so much control over you out of your head. Snapping them open, you find Harry’s eyes on you, the look in them dangerous. Clearing your throat, you whisper, “It’s really good,” which Harry responds with a simple hum, leaning forward on his elbows towards you.

“You tell me if this is too forward or too much, yeah?”

Your lips part as you nod your head, not really ready for what’s about to cross his lips.

“I’ve been noticing certain... things that you do and, well, are you a sub, darling?”

Your throat dries, unable to break eye contact or even speak, only nodding when he squints his eyes a little at you. Fuck, this was not happening, you thought, reaching to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Like to hear that pretty voice of yours, yeah?” Harry urges you, hands fighting off the urge to hold your jaw in his fingertips.

“Yeah,” you sigh, taking a swig of coffee to think of something to say. “I’m going to assume you’re a dominant,” pausing to let Harry nod, jaw moving as he chews. You throw your hands up, leaning back in your seat.

“You are the complete package, Harry, shit.”

He laughs at this, covering his mouth quickly. “‘S’all you. A dream, really.”

Your heart flutters at this, shit, no, this is a FIRST date, you cannot be feeling like this. Taking a bite of your food, you are able to just sit back and look at him. Watch how he sticks his tongue out while he puts a bite in his mouth, something you’ve done since you were a kid for no reason. How his hands look almost sinful holding the white napkin to his lips.

“Staring at me, love,” he comments after a few minutes, his eyes looking at you sweetly, like he didn’t mind, but just needed to call you out.

“Merde, je veux te sucer,” you breathe out in French, banking on him not understanding you.

“Viliane,” Harry tuts, clicking his tongue at you. Before you’re able to answer, Harry is handing his card to the waitress who passed your table, asking for two boxes for your meals.

Your eyes snap to his, all the oxygen leaving your body as he brings your plate his side, getting ready to pack it up for you.

“W-Where?” Is all you manage, drinking the rest of your coffee, before setting it down on the table, a drop of honey falling down your lip. Harry can’t help but swipe it off with his thumb, slowly placing it in his mouth afterwards, not breaking eye contact, with you.

“I live nearby. That alright with you?”

Nodding slowly, you sit quietly in the booth as Angie comes back with the check and two boxes, legs bouncing excitedly as Harry packages the food up.

“Come on, lovely, let’s get out of here,” he tells you, holding you by your elbow as you walk outside, heading straight for the car. He doesn’t bother taking the top off, opening your door for you without a word and shutting it, almost sprinting to the driver’s side.

His hand finds your thigh immediately, rings shocking the delicate skin and making your muscles tense, his fingers quickly moving to massage out these aches.

“You wanna give me a safeword, pretty girl?” His voice drips with confidence, his hands moving closer to where you needed him most. His eyes keep flickering back to you while trying to focus on the road. His curls are a mess around his sunglasses, the brown hair swallowing up most of the eye ware. A pinch on your thigh reminds you that he expects an answer, shaking your body out slightly before answering.

“The stoplight system’s good. Green, I’m good, yellow, slow down or take a break, red, stop everything. What kind of dom are you, Harry?” You push, wanting to know what you’re getting yourself into. You had done a lot of kinky stuff in the past, and there were some things you weren’t a fan of.

“Mm, I’m relatively easy going. Not going to give you any rules, unless we’re playing and have a scene set up. But,” he pauses to exhale harshly, “I’m quite mean, love. I like to take control, pick you apart bit by bit until you’re just trembling under me, can’t say anything but my name. How does that sound, puppy? Tell me now how you like it.”

His voice sends shivers throughout your body and you moan quietly, biting your lip to try and stifle it. Harry’s words circle around your brain, your stomach tightening with need. All the air seems to escape you, but you know he wants an answer.

“G-good. I like it rough, dirty, just wanna please you,” you stutter out, chest rising and falling rapidly. You absent-mindedly rub your fingers against your neck, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe while thinking about what he’s saying.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” he moans, removing his hand from your thigh to place it behind your neck, squeezing it in his grasp. He knows what you want, even if he’s driving, he’s able to pick up on any little signals your body makes. Your back arches as you let out a breathy moan, eyes slipping closed.

“Tell me, princess,” he starts, squeezing the side of your throat to make you open your eyes and pay attention to him. “What do you want to happen when we get back to my house? Don’t want to go too far too soon.”

“Fuck, Harry, I just really want to suck you off, please, please, please,” you beg, a tear actually falling from your eye as you look at him. His pupils dilate at your words, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows harshly, mouth suddenly dry,

“Y/N,” he growls, reaching a hand to squeeze his growing bulge in his pants. His tanned hands and dark rings contrast the bright color, adding to your ever growing list of things that Harry does that turns you on.

The car pulls up to a gate and you sit there for a few seconds before Harry is buzzed in, probably driving way too fast back to his house. Parking in his driveway, he finally releases his hand from your neck and exits the car, making his way around to open your door. Holding your hand as you exit, he places his hand on your low back to guide you into the gorgeous home, the size of it taking your breath away. Harry gives you no time to admire it, shutting the door behind him with a slam before bringing his hand up your chest to rest on your throat, slamming you into the wall. He slips a leg in between yours and takes your hip in his free hand, guiding you to start grinding on his thigh. Your face flushes with heat as he tightens his grip.

“Know you wanna suck me off, but will you cum for me first? Don’t want this pretty cunt to go to waste.”

Your head rolls back and hits the wall, hips stuttering at his words, eliciting a chuckle from Harry as he leans in, breath hitting your lips before he envelopes them, encouraging you to start grinding faster. His tongue runs along your bottom lip, prying them open to lick into your mouth, your moans being instantly swallowed by him. Pulling away slowly, he maintains eye contact with you as he removes his hand from your throat to slip two fingers into your mouth. Feeling your wet mouth on him, sucking his fingers with such need, Harry groans lowly, removing his fingers to kiss you even harder, hands making quick work of removing your shorts.

“Such a naughty girl, can’t even wait to get to the bedroom, just has to have me feel you right here, hmm?” Harry scolds, removing his lips from yours to suck a mark into your neck, fingers moving to feel your wetness through the cloth underwear. Your hands wrap around his curls as you shakily inhale, resting your forehead on his to moan out lowly.

“Fuck, Harry,” you sigh, feeling him rub along your folds through the fabric, pushing it ever-so-slightly inside of you. His mouth pulls away from you with a pop, only to bite down on the red skin harshly, working his way up to your mouth once more. He bumps his nose against yours and opens his mouth to move his tongue past your lips. Your head is spinning, breath ragged as you suck his tongue with yours, feeling the vibrations in your mouth when he moans lowly, pulling a whimper from you.

Suddenly, he drops to his knees, pulling the thong down with him. You swallow at the change in pace and allow him to help you step out of them.

“Wanna take your boots off, sweet girl?” He checks, kissing your inner thigh softly as you lean fully against the wall. You think for a second, these were pretty comfortable, pretty solid grip, why not stay in them?

“‘S okay. Perfect height for you,” you breathe, bucking your hips up. He doesn’t even wait a second to smack your pussy, grabbing your thighs to spread you even wider.

“Filthy, you are,” he growls, licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit, a gasp immediately falling from your lips. He looks up at you and grins, licking long stripes through your folds, almost like he’s trying to remember how you feel. He takes his time catching your wetness slowly, despite the little gasps and moans coming from you. Flicking his tongue over your clit for a second, he pulls back to blow cool air on it, the motion causing your legs to falter for a second.

“Gotta stay still, okay? Can’t have you falling over,” he spits directly on your core as he says this, looking up at you with his jaw hanging slightly open, loving the way your hands go to your hair to find something to grab on. He smirks to himself, licking into you while his hands find your hips, pinching the delicate skin between his fingertips. He collects as much of you and his spit on his tongue as he can, swallowing around your clit after he sucks it into his mouth. The suction makes your hips fight to buck up into him, but you use all of your strength to stay still, causing your thighs to start quivering in his palms. Harry grins and scrapes his teeth along your clit, your loud moan going directly to his quickly hardening cock.

“Taste so fucking good, angel,” he groans, nose rubbing against your clit as he fucks his tongue into you, the soft muscle dragging along your walls and guiding your wetness into his mouth. The sounds coming from him are obscene, loud slurping, sucking, and spitting onto your trembling pussy.

“Fuck, Harry, I’m not going to last,” you cry out, feeling yourself start to clench around him. He grins around you, pulling away to thumb at your clit and look directly into your eyes.

“Mm, that’s not how good girls ask,” is all Harry gives you, slipping a finger inside and immediately curling it towards himself, finding your g-spot with ease. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking harshly while his tongue draws designs on the sensitive button.

“Please, Sir, can I come?”

This has Harry moaning against you, pinching your clit between his teeth as he slides another finger in, fucking into you faster. Your eyes roll back, one hand splayed against the wall, another in his hair to give you some sort of balance. He relentless massages and thrusts into your g-spot with his fingers, feeling you clench around them so tightly that his head starts to spin. “That’s it, puppy, ask me again,” he demands, the title you gave him sending shivers throughout his body. He sucks harder on your clit, somehow speeding up his fingers inside you. A moan vibrates against your center when you pull on his curls, your hips bucking up against his waiting hand.

“Sir, please please please can I come? I’ve been so good, haven’t moved,” you beg, gasping loudly when your legs start to shake noticeably. Harry pulls away, looking up at you and grunting out,

“You have been such a good girl, haven’t you? Go. Cum, now, right fucking now on my tongue.” A loud slapping noise is heard when Harry smacks your ass, the pain sending you over the edge. Your head hits the wall with a thud, but your moan drowns everything out, the guttural sound coming from your soul. Tilting your head back, you cum into his mouth, one leg slipping out from under you and Harry places it on his shoulder without a second thought, holding you up as you ride out your orgasm. The tightness in your stomach releases and your pussy trembles around his fingers, only encouraging him to continue the constant pressure on your g-spot.The strength of it knocks the wind out of you and sends electricity throughout your finger tips, your hips slowing down their rocking motion as Harry eases his fingers out of you. He continues to lick you clean before placing your shaky legs back on the ground together, trailing his hands up your body as he stands up.

“Thank you,” you breathe into his chest, holding on to his hips for balance. His chuckle vibrates against your cheek, and you feel him move your hair out of the way to kiss your shoulder.

“Of course, lovely. How you feeling?” He is all smiles, his voice gentle and caring as he breathes in your smell, leaving small kisses along your neck.

“G-good,” you stutter out, nudging his head to make eye contact with you. He pulls away after a second, one arm going around your waist when he notices how you’re practically falling over with how shaky your legs are. Smirking, he places his other hand on your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss. Tasting yourself on his tongue was too much for you, whining into his mouth before pulling away.

“Can I suck you off now?” You ask shyly, using your best puppy dog eyes. And, wow, do they work. Harry groans, biting your bottom lip harshly before pulling away, not wasting a second before pushing down on your shoulders. You topple to the ground easily, landing surprisingly softly (thanks to Harry’s expert hands), on the hardwood floor. After helping him remove your shirt, you place your hands behind your back immediately and tuck your chin down, grinning to yourself when you hear the moan Harry let’s out at your position.

“Spoiled little girl. Gets everything and more that she asks for, hmm, yes?” Harry demands, tugging your chin up by his hands. His eyes are pointed, staring directly into yours, pupils blown out and hair a mess behind him. You can see the pieces stuck to his forehead from sweat, but his chin glistens with something that has to be you.

“Yes, sir, so good to me. Wanna make you feel good, please,” you beg, leaning closer into him, the difference in clothing setting you into a daze, seeing him fully dressed while you’re waiting on your knees in front of him, naked, panting, and pleading to have his cock down your throat.

“Greedy,” he sighs, taking his hand away from your face to slide off his shirt, tossing it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. He keeps his eyes trained on yours, daring you to avert them as he unzips his pants, stepping out of them. He looks away for a second to pull of his boots, and you take your time admiring his thighs, because, fuck. They were thick, muscled, tanned, and the little tattoos on them were asking to be bitten, you made a mental note to do that later.

“Got a bit of a staring problem, love.”

Harry’s voice snaps you out of your daydream, eyes flickering back up to him, mouth dropping open when he’s bare in front of you, slowly stroking himself. You involuntarily make a little noise in the back of your throat, sticking your tongue out for good measure. Seeing Harry’s hips thrust up into his hand and his neck vein pop was confirmation enough for you, but you waited for him to put himself in your mouth, absolute torture you must say.

Harry finally takes mercy on you, moaning out, “God, you’re such a little cockslut, just want something in that fucking mouth of yours. Bet I could leave my fingers in there all day and you wouldn’t complain once,” when he eases himself into your open mouth.

You flatten your tongue on the underside of him, not breaking eye contact as you slide off his cock to lick at his tip with feather light touches, drawing figure eights along the top. Suckling lightly on just the head, you feel a spurt of precum land on your tongue, licking it up happily. Tearing your eyes away from his, you open up your throat to begin taking him deeper, feeling his hand immediately come to your hair as you do this.

“Yes,” Harry draws out, allowing you to take control for a moment. You wanted to suck him off, so who is he to tell you how to do it? The view is what is killing him the most, though. Your tits bouncing as you slurp him down, spit falling onto your thighs, your little bit of stomach pudge falling over as you completely lose yourself in making him feel good. That is what gets him to buck into your mouth, closing his eyes and biting his bottom lip, breathing heavily as he begins to thrust into you. You pull away after a moment, jerking him off steadily as you swallow and look up at him.

“You can fuck my throat. Don’t have much of a gag reflex, anyways. Wanna see how you like it, Sir,” you pant, not giving him any time to think before you take him back into your mouth, placing your hand on the wrist that’s in your hair, giving him another okay.

“God, Y/N, you’re heavenly,” Harry breathes, testing out the waters by doing some shallow thrusts, only then beginning to actually throat-fuck you. He places his other hand around your neck, essentially pulling you into his throat and choking you from both ways. Your eyes roll into the back of your throat and you place your nose against his belly, breathing in deeply. Harry pulls himself out of you, rubbing his cock against your cheeks.

“Feel so good,” he draws out, easing himself back into your waiting mouth, rubbing the head on the ridges on the roof of your mouth. He moans through closed lips and tilts his head back, giving you the chance to admire his strong jawline from this angle, body sculpted by Michaelangelo himself. He had no room to call you all these beautiful names while he looked this fucking good getting his cock sucked.

You start speeding up your bobs, keeping him deep in your throat and only picking up a little, the change in pressure earning you a tug on your roots when Harry pulls you to look up at him.

“Mm, you want me to cum, don’t you, dirty girl,” he grunts, a lazy grin on his now flushed face. His thumbs make their way to press on either side of your cheek, moaning lowly when he feels himself through the tissue.

You hum around him, using your tongue along the vein you can feel, looking up at Harry with such need in your eyes. You pull off for a quick second, gasping loudly while saying,

“Want you to come in my mouth so bad, want to taste you and make you feel as good as you made me,” Taking him back in your mouth and sucking him off with a vice-like grip.

“Fuck,” Harry half-laughs, half-moans. “You’re incredible. Gonna make me come so fast, you’re taking me so fucking deep.”

Not even a minute later, you feel him begin to pulse in your mouth, pulling back to just suck on the head, using your tongue to dip into the hole, and Harry cums with a loud shout, burying his cock down your throat as he shoots ribbon after ribbon of come into you. You keep your eyes at his face, remembering how his mouth looks wide open, his eyes pinched closed, hair making a perfect halo around him. His throat makes you want to cry, the veins popping out and slightly red. He stays in your mouth for a while, allowing you to suck him dry and soften slightly, before pulling out of you with a pop.

“Thank you,” you croak out, swallowing what’s left in your mouth and leaning into his touch, quite spent if you were being honest.

Harry had to look away for a second, moving his hand to hold your head while he caught his breath. You were right about being golden, your skin shone, and you just radiated everything good in this world, right after he had his cock balls deep down your throat nonetheless.

“You’re too much, beauty. Thank you, did such a good job,” he gushes, kneeling down. He takes your chin inbetween his fingers and kisses you softly, just barely moving his lips. He leans his forehead against yours and wipes your lip with his thumb, allowing you to suck the bit of cum still on your face off with a blush tinting your cheeks.

“Reminds me of this morning, a bit,” he giggles, laughing louder as you hit him in the chest, grumbling ‘dumb’. He pushes your hair out of the way and holds your face in his two hands, effectively shutting you up as you breathe in deeply, feeling strangely comfortable being this vulnerable with him this fast.

“Do you wanna take a bath with me right now? Know you were on shaky legs and this hard floor for a while,” he pouts, kissing your forehead softly. You nod slowly and he smiles, nodding against you before pulling away to unzip your shoes, placing them next to the wall before he’s picking you up with way too much ease, pulling a shriek from you.

“‘Sorry, love, your poor legs okay?” he asks, holding you to his chest with one arm, using the other to hold your thigh. He receives another nod to the shoulder and he nuzzles you, trying to see what’s happening.

“I’m okay, just tired,” you sigh, and he murmurs an ‘okay’ kissing your temple before allowing you to sink back onto him, making a mental note to ask you about it once you’ve got your breath back.

“Why don’t you go turn on that shower and wash yourself real quick with some warm water and I’ll have the bath ready when I join you, that okay?” Harry whispers, sliding you down slowly. He pushes you toward the large glass door and you smile back at him, your heart bursting with appreciation.

This one is going to change you.

A/N: and that’s a wrap !! lemme know if you guys prefer this kind of phrasing (‘you said’), or if you like ‘she said’, or ‘i said’ better. this is my first time working with a full story using y/n and second/third person kind of view, so pls bear with me. also !! i know some people aren’t really cool with weed. im a ~stoner~ (such a weird thing to type out lmao) so i smoke a lot, but if y’all aren’t comfortabke with me mentioning it p much every other chapter, let me know !! (it can even be anonymously sent in) hope you liked it, and let me know if you have any other requests for future chapters or just one shots💗💗

- lana💔

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Sweet Spicy Smoky Vanilla

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[wrestlingwithhistory]

A Gentleman Never Tells - Chris Adams

Gentleman Chris Adams is a name that many people miss when they talk about wrestlers from the UK who not only did good business in the US during the 80’s but helped to train some of the biggest names in professional wrestling during the 90’s and helped to bring to light one of the most popular finishers in the industry today.

Chris Adams was born in Rugby, Warwickshire on 10th February 1955 and from a young age was involved in competitive Judo, which he continued training in exclusively for around 14 years which he earned a Black Belt in the discipline. Both he and his brother Neil competed in national and world championships, with Neil actually winning a silver medal in the 1980 and 1984 Olympics. Chris was a member of the 1976 Olympic team but never competed for Great Britain.

Chris Adams began taking part in Professional Wrestling in 1978. He had no formal training in wrestling and used his expertise in Judo in his early years of wrestling. He worked with Joint Promotions and appeared on ITV’s World of Sport regularly taking on the likes on Mark ‘Rollerball’ Rocco, Dynamite Kid, Fit Finlay, Adrian Street and Davey Boy Smith. His finishing move, originally called ‘the Judo Kick’ was later renamed a ‘Superkick’ and is still used by many professional wrestlers today.

By 1983, Adams was approached by Fritz Von Erich to work for World Class Championship Wrestling and he officially joined on 15th April, 1983. During his time with WCCW, he feuded with many of the company’s big stars, from The Von Erichs to Ric Flair, and the Fabulous Freebirds. He was tag partners with Gino Hernandez and became the second iteration of The Dynamic Duo in 1985, where one of their most notable matches was a hair match against the Von Erichs which The Duo lost and were shaved in front of a rapturous crowd.

Chris was due to go into a feud with Gino going into 1986. They had worked an angle against The Cosmic Cowboys, who were actually Kevin and Kerry Von Erich in disguise. The finish to the match was Adams being blinded by hair cream that was thrown by Hernandez, resulting in a loss against the Cowboys. Chris used this time in the storyline to go back to the UK and visit him family, but during that time, on 2nd February 1986, Gino Hernandez died of a Cocaine Overdose. Adams was questioned by Scotland Yard about Gino’s death as authorities in Texas originally treated the incident as a homicide, but this was later changed to an Overdose by officials. There is still some scepticism over Hernandez death today.

Shortly after this, Adams started to become involved in a number of high-profile altercations, many of which would hamper his career despite his talent in the ring. In June of 1986 while travelling back from a show in Puerto Rico, Adams headbutted an Airline pilot and punched a male attendant. This resulted in a 90-day jail and a $500 fine. It is believed that Adams’ belligerence was a result of being denied alcohol by an FAA inspector and that he was restrained by Kevin Von Erich in the process. By September of 1986, Adams had left WCCW to join Bill Watts’ UWF but later returned to WCCW in 1987 as UWF was absorbed into the NWA.

In UWF, Adams became tag partners with Terry Taylor, known to many as The Red Rooster in WWF in later years. They later feuded and carried this back over into the newly acquired by NWA, WCCW. Over the next few years, Adams would find himself in the upper mid-card region of the company’s talent pool, competing against many of the companies’ big stars and also working with companies like Georgia Championship Wrestling and World Wrestling Alliance.

In 1988, Chris Adams opened his own training school based out of the world-famous Dallas Sportatorium. Two of his most popular students were Scott Hall/Razor Ramon and Stone-Cold Steve Austin. In 1989, Adams was arrested and sentenced to a year’s probation after his wife was found beaten after Adams had flown into a rage, again related to his Alcohol abuse. He was later involved in more legal troubles and again place don probation for 2 DUI arrests in 1991.

After the WCCW has ceased business in 1990, Adams returned to the independent circuit. He would visit numerous territories having matches for various championships during this time. He won the GWF Heavyweight Title on 2 occasions in 1994 and also a brief stint as the NWA Heavyweight champion in 1995 after Jim Crockett had taken control of the company.

He continued wrestling with various NWA affiliated territories and other independents up until joining WCW in 1997.

When joining WCW, Chris was placed into a British stable called The Blue Bloods alongside Lord Steven Regal (later William Regal) and Squire David Taylor. This stable was not together for very long due to some personal issues between Regal and Adams which hampered the stable from becoming credible in the eyes of the WCW officials. Adams wrestled against Randy Savage in the first match of WCW’s new midweek show, Thunder in 1998. Adams got a pinfall over Savage, but the decision was overturned by JJ Dillon after interference from Lex Luger swayed the match in Adams’ favour. He began to drop down the card, working as an enhancement for other talents to get victories over. He left the company in 1999 and returned to Texas where he began promoting shows and wrestling part time.

During his career, Adams unfortunately fell victim to a number of addictions, his first with Alcohol. David Manning said in the Documentary ‘Gentleman’s Choice’ that his Alcohol dependency was heightened after a flight cancellation due to unforeseen circumstances by the airline prompted them to offer a free bar to the wrestlers on the flight, not for a few drinks but for several hours until a flight was arranged for them.

Adams was also a heavy user of GHB, which at the time was being used by bodybuilders and wrestlers alike as an alternative to steroids but it did not have the same anabolic effects as steroids and left longer addictive tendencies with the users. Many of the people using them believed that the GHB worked while they slept.

Adams and his then girlfriend Linda Kaphengst overdosed on a combination of alcohol and GHB in April 2000. Adams survived, but Kaphengst was not so lucky. The overdose starved her brain of oxygen and her family were told that should she survive, she would likely have long term brain trauma. A few hours later, her situation worsened, and her family had to make the difficult to turn off her breathing apparatus.

Adams was not originally suspected in any foul play at the time of the incident and went on to marry again in August 2001, but an intoxicated and threatening voicemail left on answer machine to Pam Hernandez stating that if she did not stop meddling in his affairs then she would ‘end up like Linda’. This voicemail was brought to the Homicide team dealing with Linda’s death and Chris was indicted on a manslaughter charge.

He was due to be indicted but the day before his hearing, he was fatally shot in the chest during a drunken fight with a close friend Brent ‘Booray’ Parnell on October 7th, 2001. Booray claimed self-defence, stating that Adams snapped off a piece of bedframe and tried to attack him with it. Booray claims in the documentary ‘Gentleman’s Choice’ that he does not know the reason for Adams’ behaviour at the time, other than asking him to keep the noise down as his mother was sleeping in the next room. He said that his eyes were black and almost demonic at the time of the fight, which is a known side effect of the drug GHB.

Booray was cleared of all charges against him as acting in self-defence.

Adams, although a clean-cut Olympic prospect from the UK, fell victim to the harsh lifestyles of living on the road as a professional wrestler. Though many still speak of him based on the poor choices he made during his life, many still speak of the apt moniker ‘Gentleman’ given to the late Judoka-turned-Wrestler.

His legacy of wrestling some of the sport’s greatest names in the 80’s and 90’s, training future hall of fame wrestlers and one of the UK’s least discussed exports is somewhat tarnished by his final days.

I have posted the link from Youtube to the 2008 documentary ‘Gentleman’s Choice’ below uploaded in full by The Hannibal TV.

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https://youtu.be/-sgxAH47TsA

[saschafierce78]

the thing I HATE the most about the harry potter fandom (potterheads)

I don’t do a lot of "drama” on my blog. most of the time I just post some art but now I’m done with you guys! (no I’m not gonna be talking about “you-know-who”, the mysterious “gender critical” author of the harry potter books. or maybe not today)

1. “ELITIST” POTTERHEADS

 In our community, the potterheads who have read the books (they like to call themselves “the real potterheads”. that speaks volumes about their ego) like to look down on the harry potter films as though they were the shittiest film adaptations ever made and not even good films. First and foremost, the level of DISRESPECT, guys ! Besides, I know exactly why you’re doing that ! You want to be seen as intellectuals who prefer “elitist” medias such as books over “pop culture”. <<Because pop  (air quotes) “culture” is for the masses. hew ! >> If you were not blinded by your elitist big ass ego, you would’ve realised that the Harry Potter films are one of the best - if not the best - film adaptations from books ever (ex: Percy Jackson’s and Artemis Fowl’s fans know what I’m talking about).

2. “It’S nOt LiKe ThAt In ThE bOokS” type of whinging 

I don’t say that we cannot make valid criticism about the films (ex: treatment of Ginny Weasley) but most of the time, the critics of “elitist potterheads” revolve around the “iT’s NoT LiKe In ThE bOoKs” type of arguments. 

So let’s address the main point of my argumentation: 

THE QUALITY OF AN ADAPTATION DOESN’T DEPEND ON ITS FIDELITY TO THE ORIGINAL WORK ONLY.

First and foremost, adaptations which are quite similar to the original work they’re based on, aren’t necessarily good. I would go as far as to say that they are unsurprisingly bad. Let’s take for example the Japanese live action film adaptation of ‘Death Note’ released in 2006. I’m a big fan of ‘Death Note’, and yet I felt like I was attending a bad cosplay contest when watching this film. Almost everything is exactly like in the manga, but cheap.

More generally, such adaptations carry no ambitions, but to satisfy fans. These kind of films can be successful and praised by the fans in question, but they are hardly good or even interesting.

Now here are some examples are film adaptations which are the furthest from faithful to the original work adapted but are yet considered as great films. Comics such as “Men In Black” and “The Mask” are indeed particularly dark in comparison to their adaptation. In these cases, modifications were made in the adaptation to enable a larger public to discover a work that they would have never known otherwise. For example, children who watched “The Mask” back in the 90’s must be all grown up now, and thus, can read the original work without being traumatised. However, if the film “The Mask” was as dark as the comics, it is most likely that most of these children wouldn’t have known either the film or the comics.

Finally, I think, we must asses the quality of an adaptation like we would for a ‘regular’ film. 

3. CUT SCENES (OR YOU DON’T NO SHIT ABOUT THE FILM INDUSTRY AND IT SHOWS)

On YouTube as well as on a lot of social networks, a lot of cut scenes of Harry Potter films can be found. Scenes that, according to Potterheads, should have been part of the film as if the directors decided to delete them on a whim, which is utterly wrong.

First and foremost, in the American film industry, the final cut doesn’t belong to the directors rather to the producers of a film. Only the most popular directors such as “Tarantino and Friends” are granted this final cut. Although the final cut lines up with the director’s cut most of the time, I’d just like to remind you that almost all directors are strings attached when it comes to the final edit of a film. And if you think such “minor” modifications to a film cannot ruin it, go see the remake of Rollerball (2002) which - as evidenced, by a lot of questionnable edit choices-  ended up being nothing like it was supposed to be. We can speculate hours about how the “real film” looked like but, unfortunately,  we’ll never know.

All I want to say is whether a scene is removed from the film (or not) it is for a reason ! 

Moreover, books and films are two different mediums. 

In a book we must TELL and in a film we must SHOW. That’s why it is difficult to re-transcript internal thoughts in a film, for example. That’s why some scenes, line of dialogues and even characters can be necessary in the books but completely irrelevant in a film. 

 For example, the scene in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part. 2, in which Draco ran toward Harry and throw him his wand. This scene would have made it more self-evident that Draco deeply regrets his past as a Death Eater and would have taken Harry’s side if given the opportunity. However, his reluctance to join his parents in itself can be considered as a proof of repentance. Moreover, Tom Felton’s sad look conveyed all of Draco’s feelings. That’s what I call acting ! And  good one ! 

do we need unnecessary lines of dialogues to see the regret in his eyes ?????

To conclude, (1)  don’t be an elistist moron (2) don’t criticise a film too harshly if you don’t know shit about cinema and (3) WEAR A MASK ! 

[venusxxlangdon]

Hotline Bling

summary: Nothing foretold troubles when suddenly Michael’s phone screen lit up with an incoming call. Without taking his eyes off the laptop, he reached for his phone, thinking it was Gallant.

“Hello?” he asked

“Have you been a good boy?”

AU, where Michael is an art student at Hawthorne University with a penchant for rollerball lip gloss & fleece blankets and the reader, is phone sex operator who accidentally calls the wrong number

pairing: sub!Hawthorne Michael x fem!reader

warnings: dirty talk, smut, sub!Michael, mommy kink, humping

words: 3.3k

A/N: there will be part 2!

Michael Langdon had been having a penchant for nice things for as long as he remembered himself. He was soft and delicate by nature, so it was no wonder that he enjoyed fleece blankets and scented candles, wide linen shirts to wear around the house instead of old T-shirts paired with sweatpants everyone liked, fluffy socks that made him feel comfy, warm bubble baths, and cinnamon French toasts topped with cherry jam or powdered sugar.

However, not everyone had the same opinion on his preferences. Constance Langdon, his grandmother (may she rest in peace), who raised him like he was her son, had been trying to do everything in her might to make Michael fit into her idea of what boys should have worn, studied in university, and done in their free time. Although, after he brought home his first high school girlfriend she seemed to stop being so hard on him as if the fact that Michael was into girls was some sort of a relief for her. The truth, as usual, was somewhere in the middle: Michael had no idea who he was into and preferred to go with a flow and take interest in whoever he liked no matter their gender, religion, and social background. He was not only a good-looking guy — the blond mop of short curls surrounded his head like a halo; crystal blue eyes, made him look like an angel; cherry kissed lips sometimes had a touch of a peachy lip gloss rollerball he carried in his designer backpack, resembled the petals of a beautiful rose — but he was also beautiful inside, despite a blinkered mindset of his grandmother.

When he moved to a small apartment that was only 20 minutes away from Hawthorne University where he was majoring in art, he started decorating the place to his liking: curtains made of sheer organza flowed down the windows like sea foam; the transparent fabric allowed the sunlight to spill into the room, bounce off the walls and flood every corner of it with radiant warmth.

The endless list of things he liked to do in his free time mostly consisted of going to the exhibitions and gallery openings, attending independent movie premieres with his artsy friends, grabbing a strong espresso on the way to class every morning, and dancing to his favorite songs while cooking. He lived alone and was comfortable with it because truly deep in his heart he was a loner. Of course, he had friends, take, for example, Gallant. A very extravagant guy he had met at one of the events and immediately clicked with. Michael did not know whether he believed in soulmates, but Gallant was definitely one of those people in his life who understood him and shared the same interests. However, Michael always enjoyed his time alone in the perfect world he built around himself and spent so much effort maintaining and protecting from people who thought that it was their duty to call it too “feminine”.

“Angel! I’m home!” he stepped into the apartment and tried to shut the door with his shoulder because both of his hands were busy holding a new print he’d got from Gallant and a paper bag from Whole Foods.

A white cat appeared around the corner to greet his owner who never managed to come home without a handful of stuff. He cautiously approached the print Michael put against the wall.

“How have you been, little guy?”

Michael found Angel a year ago on the way home when he was returning from a bar he went to with Gallant and his boyfriend. It was during the time when he was recovering from an extremely painful breakup with his last girlfriend. It was a complicated relationship from the very beginning, but he thought that his love would have been enough for both of them.

In the end, it left him drained out, heartbroken, and utterly devastated. So there he was young and depressed, cringing at the bitter aftertaste of alcohol, he drank with his friends, on his way to his small studio where nobody was waiting for him. At first, he didn’t understand where the tiny mewls were coming from, but as he approached one of the waste containers, he realized that among the litter there was a small white (well it was gray at that moment) kitten. Alone and abandoned just like him.

“I missed you, love” he smiled at the cat, picked up his bags and made his way to the kitchen.

It was a regular evening for him with a homemade dinner and some tv show in the background. He was sitting on the couch with the blanket around his shoulders and a Mac on his lap, working on a digital project for the upcoming assignment. Angel was snuggling by his side, snoring peacefully, and the light scent of his favorite 26 Santal Le Labo candle was filling the room. Nothing foretold troubles when suddenly his phone screen lit up with an incoming call. Without taking his eyes off the laptop, Michael reached for his phone, thinking it was Gallant.

“Hello?” he asked.

“Have you been a good boy?” the question asked in smooth silky voice on the other end made Michael jump on his seat. He immediately looked at the screen but did not recognize the number, so he hurried to bring the phone back to his ear and demand the explanation.

“Ex-excuse me?” he stuttered.

“I’m asking you if you’ve been a good boy for mommy today,” he felt the blush bloom across his cheeks not only from the lascivious tone of your voice but the words you were saying. What on God’s green earth was that?

It took him a few seconds to first, close his mouth because his jaw had dropped indeed, and second, formulate a coherent sentence.

“I’m sorry, I think you called the wrong number” he bit his lip and looked at the display once again as if the range of figures would have turned into something different.

“Is this strawberryboy69?”

Michael giggled at the nickname and put his laptop aside, straightening his legs out.

“No, my name is Michael, and who are you?”

You started scrolling through the data to check if you had called the right number feeling the embarrassment wash over you. Nervously you scanned the table of clients’ names, and your brows frowned when you found out that you had done everything correctly. Strawberryboy69 was supposed to be the same caller that was being on the line, and his kinks should have been “age play, mommy kink, slight humiliation, choking, and spanking”. There could not have been any mistake unless the client had told the wrong number himself.

“I’m sorry, sir. There’s gotta be a mistake,” you murmured still confused. “Please, accept my apologies, I-...”

And before you even finished the sentence Michael asked:

“Wait, was it supposed to be a sex call? Like for real?”

He didn’t know why he even asked that question, and why his cheeks were still beet red. Of course, the girl on the line was a phone sex operator. Who else would’ve started a conversation asking if he had been a good boy? He unconsciously ran his fingers through his hair and caught himself thinking that the idea of having actual phone sex really excited him. He’d never done anything like that, and it felt forbidden. Even mysterious, since he didn’t even know your name. He looked at Angel nervously as if the cat was judging him.

“Yes, and it seems like the client gave me the wrong number. I won’t be taking your time unless you’d like to try...” you lowered your voice to emphasize the last part of the sentence. Having worked for over a year in this company you had learned that if a caller started asking questions it mean that you got his attention. Even though this guy wasn’t the original strawberryboy69, you could try your luck and make him your new client.

Michael’s breath hitched.

“Um, I am really not sure” he mumbled, hugging the pillow and pressing it hard against his chest trying to calm down. “I’ve never tried anything like this....how much do you charge per minute?” he felt the thrill of the rush tightening in his stomach.

You smiled to yourself. You got him.

“It’s a dollar per minute, and after the 10th minute, the rate is 0.50$. Don’t worry about being inexperienced,” the tone of your voice switched from cool and professional to lustful and teasing in a matter of seconds, and that was what got Michael aroused. “I got you.”

Michael let out a frustrated sigh and flipped on his stomach, resting his chin on the pillow.

“Okay,” he cleared his throat, “okay, I think I want to try this, but what do I start with?”

You leaned back on your chair and put your phone on the speaker ready for the show.

“I want you to tell me about yourself first. What do you like in bed? What are your secret fantasies?” you turned on the timer.

There was some mumbling on the other end, and you heard something like “God, I can’t believe I’m doing it”.

After a long pause Michael spoke:

“It’s nothing extreme”, he said, “I think I am boring, like...okay, so...I don’t really.. Oh God.. Sorry, I can’t do this,” he felt so embarrassed; his cheeks were burning bright red.

It was a normal reaction for the person who had never practiced phone sex, and you understood him. So you took the initiative:

“Michael,” you remembered his name, “do you like being in control and dominating your partner?” you purred.

Michael shook his head as if you could see him.

“No, actually, it’s the opposite. I like when my partner takes care of me. I like it nice and soft,” he felt his cock harden in his pants and instinctively snaked his hand down his crotch to slightly squeeze it.

You briefly made a note “soft, probably sub” on a sticker, brought a pencil to your mouth, and pensively started sucking on the tip. It seemed like you got a new strawberry boy.

“Hmmm, sounds good” he was making a progress indeed, so you made sure to praise him for that, “I would love to take care of you, darling. Tell me what you look like, baby?”

Michael felt hot. Suddenly the temperature in the room increased drastically, and he slowly started unbuttoning his blue linen shirt. He traced the tips of his fingers starting from the prominent collarbones and moving inwards. Gently applying pressure, he whimpered at the sensation. Using a circular motion, he splayed his hand out gently across his chest and brought his fingers together at the pink nipple.

“I’m tall, and that’s why I’m always slouching. My grandma used to be so mad at me for not being able to sit straight, and-...” he paused suddenly realizing what he was saying. “God, I’m sorry, that was absolutely unsexy. I don’t know why I even said that...”

You couldn’t help yourself and giggled in response.

“It’s okay, darling” you hurried to reassure him, “feel free to share whatever you like. I’m listening.”

Michael buried his face in the pillow.

“Okay, okay,” he muttered, “I’m blond, curly-haired, and I have blue eyes, what else...”

You didn’t doubt that he was actually describing himself even though he could have pretended to be whoever he wanted. Most of your clients usually told you that they looked like models or actors, everyone was “tall, skinny, with big 11-inch dick (yes, sure), and pornographic boobs.” You couldn’t blame them for that because it was their fantasy and they had every right to dream about it.

“Baby, you are so pretty,” you told him, “let me lace my fingers through your curls and slightly tug on them so I could kiss that pretty neck of yours.”

Michael involuntary bucked his hips forward, grinding his clothed cock against the sofa.

“I-I-I love neck kisses,” he whispered feeling hot flush wash over him. “And love bites.”

You hummed approvingly. Slowly, step by step, you were going to bring him out from his comfort zone.

“That’s wonderful, kitten” you said twisting a strand of your hair around your finger, “imagine my full lips on your neck. Kissing and sucking on the tender skin. I’d slowly run the tip of my tongue across your throat and bite on your collarbones, mark you as mine. Are you mine, darling?”

You heard a quiet whimper on the other side. Michael’s hand passed the hem of his pants and sneaked inside to wrap around his half-hard cock. His mouth dropped open at the feeling of the velvet skin around the glistening head under his touch.

“Yes, I’d like to be yours.”

“That’s my good boy,” you cooed, “now I want to you touch yourself, baby,” it was like you were reading his mind, and Michael squeezed at the base of his shaft imagining that you were actually watching him.

“Already”, he said brokenly, moving his hand up and down his length smearing the precum.

“You are doing so well, love.” Having worked as a phone sex operator for quite a while, you stopped getting off with your clients, but this time it was different. Maybe it was Michael’s inexperience that got you, or his low, silky voice that sounded hot even when he was apologizing for the unnecessary things, or his appearance that he described. You imagined how nice it would be to have a blond, curly-haired boy on your lap, all flushed with embarrassment and arousal. You started circling your clit with the tips of your fingers through the denim fabric.

“Imagine sitting on my lap, baby,” you couldn’t hold yourself back and miss out on the opportunity to act out that fantasy of yours. “All desperate for me. Rutting your hips back and forth, as my hands cup your ass and squeeze it. Hard.”

Michael’s eyes fluttered open; he lifted his head from the pillow and threw it back at the thought of straddling your thighs, moaning loudly.

“Ugh, please” he whined, jerking himself off. The rough material of the sofa didn’t provide the friction he wanted, and he howled in frustration. “It’s not enough, it’s not enough, please..” he muttered.

You closed your eyes.

“Baby, I want you to take a blanket and put it between your thighs for me. Tell me when you are ready.”

Michael’s trembling hands reached out for his favorite fleece blanket, crumpled it hurriedly and placed it between his thighs. He hooked the waistband of his pants and yanked them down his long legs along with his boxers. A broken moan slipped of his tongue when the tip of his cock brushed against the fuzzy fabric.

“Ready, sweetheart?” you wondered in anticipation. The sweet little mewls escaping the boy’s mouth were driving you crazy. Your pussy was throbbing at the thought of ruining him, messing up his curls, and making those blue eyes water with the unbearable neediness.

“Y-yes”, Michael answered waiting for the next order.

“Now I want you to slowly start humping it”, you said, voice dripping with seduction, “while thinking of my hands sliding down your body, caressing every inch of the exposed skin. C’mon, move your hips in circles.”

His skin felt like it was on fire. His abdomen tensed as he started drawing figure eight with his hips, and he had to bite at the corner of the pillow to muffle his moans.

“Let me hear you,” you whispered while rubbing your clit, “God, I wish I could see you. Tell me how does humping feel, hmm?”

Michael moaned in response. His long fingers formed a fist around the tip of his cock and started sliding up and down the length, matching the thrusts of his hips.

“Feels so good”, he murmured. He licked his dry lips and sighed heavily before asking, “could you, please...argh...” Michael hissed when he accidentally slid his thumb along the slit, “Please...”

“What do you want, Michael?” you urged him to speak up.

“When you asked if I’d been a good boy”, he couldn’t believe he was actually about to ask for that, “you called yourself mommy, and I really liked it,” he rolled his head to the side feeling so damn embarrassed and pathetic.

“Oh, baby,” the boy was insufferable. You spread your pussy and inserted two fingers simultaneously, pumping them in and out, “imagine that it’s mommy’s cunt is clenching around your cock.”

Michael was on all fourth, jerking himself off violently. When a sinful “mommy” rolled off your lips, he bit on his knuckles trying to suppress a desperate squeak.

“I told you not to hold your moans in,” his heart skipped a beat when he heard the stern tone of your voice. “If you want to be quite so desperately, open your mouth and start sucking on your fingers.”

And he obeyed like a good boy. Michael brought his free hand to his lips and stuck his tongue out to lick at the tips of his fingers.

“That’s a good boy”, you moaned at the sloppy sound of his lips sucking on his digits. “Keep going.”

You hoped that he was getting close because your own orgasm started building up inside you with every push of your fingers.

“Mommy, I’m close,” you smiled at Michael’s whimpers. You were definitely in sync.

“I know, baby”, you squeezed your thighs flexing your pelvic floor muscles. “Mommy’s close, too.”

“Please, may I come?” he pleaded, and who were you to refuse him?

“Cum for me, kitten,” you moaned feeling your orgasm unfold, and flooding every cell of your body. “My pretty boy, you’ve been so, so good.”

With a broken cry, Michael let go, and came in his fist, staining his blanket with white stripes despite his attempts not to make it messy. You wished you could have seen his face. Fuck, for the first time you actually wondered what your client looked like.

Michael rolled over on his back. Coming down from his high, he felt ethereal. Starting at the ceiling, he couldn’t believe that a stranger had made him come so hard. He looked at his sticky hand and closed his eyes. Holly shit.

“Thank you,” he whispered and heard your soft chuckle.

“The pleasure was all mine,” you said with a smile and quietly whimpered at the feeling of dump panties between your legs.

You should have already thanked Michael for the call, charged for his time, and hung up, but instead, you were still on the phone with him.

“Hey, listen,” Michael cleared his throat, “is there any way I can contact you later?”

A wide grin spread across your lips.

“Yes, you can use this number. I work from 8 to 11pm.”

You were not going to make it easy for him.

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[vernonfielding]

Strip us of our crowns

Story No. 16 of my Season 7 Countdown Project. Thank you to @exploding-snapple for the prompt!

Summary: “Look, prison is awful. I hate it here. I'm lonely, I'm scared. I just want to be back home.”

We know how prison treated Jake, but what about Rosa? Takes place during The Big House (1&2). (Read on AO3.)

Rosa starts a riot her first day.

They’ve put her in gen-pop even though everyone hates cops, and thank God she hasn’t personally put away anyone here. She’s not the only cop at Edwards, but she’s the newest, and the rest of them are in for stuff like violent assaults and murders and police brutality that make bank robbery look like child’s play. The only way she can stay safe is to earn their respect, and the only way to do that is to lose her shit a little.

So at lunch, Rosa smashes her tray, turkey sandwich and all, into the face of one of the dirty cops, then throat punches her and puts her in a chokehold. Four guards have to drag her off, kicking and screaming.

Five hours after getting to prison, Rosa is in solitary.

+++

Rosa studied meditation for a while in college. She never reached the deep inner silence and spiritual awakening of transcendental meditation, but she found it pretty damn useful for clearing her head anyway.

Her cell in solitary is so small that she can touch both walls at the same time if she stretches her arms. There’s a dented shelf at the far end with a single bar of soap stuck to it, and beneath it a stained sink and beside that a toilet. The bed is a cot, the mattress thinner than her yoga pad. Rosa gives herself about an hour to freak out in there, to tear the mattress and the threadbare blanket off the bedframe and beat them against the dingy walls, to alternate between screaming and cackling, a sound that makes her scared of and for herself.

She exhausts herself, and then she just stands there in the center of the cell, breathing hard, sweat cooling on her face and neck. She swipes her hair up into a messy bun, pulls it into a knot, and then sits in lotus pose in the middle of the floor and takes a deep breath through her nose. The space smells old and stale, of blood and sweat and piss and, horribly, mashed potatoes.

Rosa closes her eyes and breathes.

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She spends more time in solitary than not over the first couple of weeks. Usually it’s in 48-hour stints – two days in, one day out. But by the time Holt and Terry visit she’s been out for a few days straight. The other inmates still hate her, they still stare when she walks by, she can feel their dark gazes burning into the back of her neck and between her shoulder blades. But they keep their distance.

Lonely is alive, at least.

Her cellmate is in for aggravated assault. She says she beat up her own pimp, that the guy had it coming, and Rosa believes her but also figures there’s more to the story. She talks in her sleep, in Spanish, calling for a girl named Esme. Rosa curls up on her side, knees pulled up toward her belly, back to the wall.

The stress of this place is like a poison. She can taste it, can feel it in her blood, thinks about it settling into the marrow of her bones and becoming part of her. She thinks about Jake and how when she sees him again, they’ll both be so different. She knows that he’s harder than he looks. Stronger. But he’s being poisoned too, after all. Even if they get out tomorrow, or the day after or next week – already something’s changed. She’s already lost something but she doesn’t know what.

+++

Rosa love-hates that Terry and Holt visit. She can’t help it: She’s so ashamed, sitting on the other side of the greasy glass barrier, in her faded gray uniform and her lace-less shoes and her recycled underwear. But everything about them exudes comfort and safety and she’s so fucking glad they came. Even Hitchcock is a welcome presence. 

They insist on doing her favors. And she gets it and she’s even grateful, but it’s annoying. She hates coddling under any circumstances, hates the pity and hates giving up even an ounce of independence. In here, she already feels so vulnerable, everything in her life out of her own control.

Still, she comes up with a list of chores for them. It keeps her occupied an entire afternoon, which isn’t so bad.

She sits in the reading room with a pad of yellow legal-sized paper and a pencil and bullet points her requests, each more absurd than the previous. She likes the feel of the pencil scratching across the paper, likes watching the letters form in her own familiar print. For the first time she understands, a little, why Amy likes nice pens and pretty stationery – she would kill (not literally – but maybe she’d stab) for a rollerball pen in blue ink, for crisp white paper.

Writing letters to Adrian is hard, at first. She’s never been to Argentina, never even seen pictures of his ranch, has trouble imagining him in this space she doesn’t know. She never even found out for sure what he did with the scorpions.

She starts by telling him that prison sucks and she misses him. It’s blunt and too personal and she hates it, hates herself, so then she tells him how she wants to gnaw on the tendons in his neck and lick his teeth and the roof of his mouth. From there things get deliciously nasty and she writes until her hand is cramping and she has to stop after every half-page to shake it out.

Around halfway through the legal pad she goes horribly, shamefully confessional again and she can’t help it, doesn’t even try to fight it. She tells him she misses him she needs him she can’t do this she can’t she can’t-

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“Diaz,” Holt says. He’s with Amy this time. It’s the first time Amy’s visited, and her face is so kind and pretty and familiar that an ache settles in Rosa’s stomach.

“You have a plan.” Rosa can read it all over them. Amy is practically vibrating, and Holt’s eyebrows are slightly raised.

Rosa hates the plan. And she respects the plan. And even though she’d told Amy that imagining herself strangling the life out of Hawkins wouldn’t be good enough, Rosa does it anyway, all that afternoon and that night after making her request for a visit.

Anger, at least, feels a lot better than fear or despair or shame or a thousand other dumb emotions. Anger is familiar. Anger makes her feel a little like her old self. 

She picks a fight with one of the dirty cops after Hawkins leaves. The ex-cop is in for a string of beatings and bribes and threatening witnesses. Rosa bumps her shoulder and the woman tells her to go to hell and Rosa takes her out at the knees and punches her in the kidney and presses her face into the cracked pavement. It feels great, even when the guards lift her up and carry-drag her away.

When she leaves solitary two days later, she doesn’t even stop at her cell to gather her things. She’s going back to her old life. She’s going home. She already has everything she needs.

End Notes:

Title is from Focus on the Game (Bash Brothers).

This was a tough one to write – not so much in that it was hard to find the words, it just felt very dark (I mean, obviously).I hadn’t really thought much about how Rosa handled prison, and now I think it was probably both easier and harder for her than for Jake. Easier in that I’m guessing there was somewhat less threat of immediate violence/death. Plus, I think Rosa’s just generally got her emotional shit together better than Jake. But harder in that I think she’d feel more anger/shame/frustration? Also, I think Jake was helped a lot by knowing he had Amy waiting for him on the other side. Rosa was with Pimento at the time, but that relationship wouldn’t have provided nearly the same level of comfort and support. Man. Poor Rosa.

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protective (stefan butler x reader)

Request : *can i get uhhh a stefan imagine lol smth similar to ur jealousy one w colin cause it was so dam good !

*Yooo could I request a protective stefan where the reader and him  go to a party or smth and someones like drunk and hitting on her and stefan gets upset? xx

Words : 1.4k

A/N : and I present to you- a jealous / protective Stefan which was pretty heavily requested tbh. and to be fair its mostly like protective cause reader and stefan are already in a relationship, but I hope ya’ll like it. (what a cReAtiVe title am i right)

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You tug on the bottom of your dress, giving yourself a once over in the tall mirror. You were getting dressed up because Stefan had been invited to a party held by Colin for some people at work, and even though he was a bit hesitant to attend at first you had managed to convince him, saying you would go with him and that it would be fun. 

He agreed with you, reluctantly of course. He was currently waiting for you outside of the bathroom, and you two would take a train to Colin’s flat when you were ready. You’d picked a soft Y/F/C dress that hugged your waist and gently spilled down your thighs, ending right above your knees. Your hair was styled into gentle waves and pulled half up, and you slide on a pair of simple black pumps.

After applying your rollerball perfume to your wrists and around your neck, you were satisfied with your outfit. You knew he was never one for big parties where people would probably just be getting high and dancing all night, but you knew it would be a good time for the both of you.

Stefan catches sight of you as you exit the bathroom, and it’s honestly comical the way his jaw drops to the floor as he glances over your outfit and lands his eyes on your face.

“Y/N you look- you look really, really wow. Um-” he splutters. He’s cut off by your laughter, the two of you had been dating for almost 4 months and every time you dressed up for something it was like he was seeing you for the first time. He’ll get used to it eventually you think, giggling to yourself.

“You look great as well Stefan.” you smile handing him his jacket. “Ready to go?” you glance up at him smiling down at you as you swing your purse over your shoulder.

“Of course.” he says, and the two of you head down a flight of stairs and out of your flat to walk to the train station. The cool wind hits your face moving your hair around in the breeze. You walk side by side as the sun lowers in the sky, painting an orange and pink sunset. The pair of you walk hand in hand the whole way there.

***

“It’ll be fun just you see.” you say looking up at Stefan expectantly. He looks at you with doubt.

“I don’t know. I never go to these things, and now everyone from work will be there.”

You two walk along the sidewalk on the way to Colin's flat, and almost approaching your destination you could see Stefan tensing up a bit the closer you got.

“Hey i’ll be there too.” You say rubbing gentle circles on the back of his hand with your thumb. “I don’t even have to leave your side. Plus we can leave after a bit, I just think it would be good to get to know some of your coworkers better.” you say reassuringly.

“Alright Y/N. As long as you’re with me it cant be so bad.”

“That’s the spirit!” you exclaim and he looks down at you with a smile on his lips as the two of you approach Colin’s door. Stefan knocks and it opens almost immediately. A man with bleach blonde hair stands in the doorway and towers over you.

“Hey Stefan, glad you could make it.” The man who you assume was Colin says. “And I suppose this is the Y/N I’ve heard so much about?” he questions.

“That’s me.” you say giving him a friendly handshake.

“Well the party’s started, so y’know get whatever you want to drink and just make yourself at home.” he says nodding and quickly stepping away and walking towards the other side of the room. You and Stefan head in together, and the room is certainly ready for a party. Colorful lights bounce off of the ceiling and walls in the dim lighting, and random songs play in the background, the bass reverberating through the floor. You scan the room and your eyes land on an unoccupied love seat in the corner.

“This way.” you say leading him over to the couch. You twist your way through the small crowd of people, not letting go of his hand. When you arrive at your destination, you plop down on the couch and prop your feet up on the ottoman in front of the couch and look over the room.

“So, do you see anyone familiar?” you ask Stefan who is looking over the groups of people in front of him.

“I guess I recognize most of them.” 

“Good. Well i’m going to get a drink. Do you want anything?” you say, thinking that while you’re gone he might start talking with someone.

“Sure love, i’ll have whatever your having.” he says and you nod at him, letting go of his hands and striding to the other side of the room. You weave your way through groups of chattering people, and bursts of smoke from cigarettes fog up the room. 

Once you make it to the kitchen area with an assortment of drinks, you look back at Stefan who is looking around in boredom. Just give him a few more minutes, you think as you grab two glasses from the counter. You sway your hips gently to the song and hum the tune you’d picked up since the song started. Distracted, you hardly notice the lingering eyes on you.

“Hey, I don’t recognize you from work.” you hear an unfamiliar voice say. You turn your head and meet eyes with a man you’d never seen before. You didn’t like the way he was looking at you, up and down, but tried to ignore it and be polite- he seemed quite intoxicated.

“Yeah, actually i’m here with someone.” you mutter hoping he would take a hint and leave. He didn’t.

“Oh, so you must be Jenny’s sister. Secretaries, am I right?”

“No actually-” you say protesting, but he cuts you off going on in a drunken tangent about things you didn’t care about. You roll your eyes to yourself and only nod here and there. He still wouldn’t leave. You finish getting your drinks and try to speed walk away, but before you can he grabs your arm and forces you to turn around. You look at him alarmed as the drinks spill out of your hands.

“Where do you think your going?” He slurs grabbing your waist and yanking you closer to him.

“Hey get- get off of me!” you say, and before you can say anything else he’s slammed to the side as someone shoves him off you. You stood in shock until you came to your senses and realized Stefan was in front of you, and had punched the guy against the table.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Stefan hisses at the guy as you approach to calm him down. You grab his arm and automatically he lets his shoulders deflate. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” you see and the now silent crowd dissipates as Colin steps through. When he sees what the commotion is about, he rolls his eyes and hoists the guy up leading him to the door.

“Dumbass. Get a cab and go home.” you hear distantly as the door shuts. Just as quickly as the party had stopped, it starts up again and people were resuming their previous activities. You could still see Stefan’s chest moving rapidly up and down and his jaw was clenched. 

He wouldn’t get angry often, being quite shy and reserved, but when he did it was bad. Knowing he needed to cool off, you grab his hand lead him towards the balcony. He clutches onto you like a lifeline until you make it there, and when you do you gently close the sliding door behind you.

He sighs and leans against the railing as you wrap your arms around his torso, laying your head against his chest.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I just got- I don’t know I just saw him talking to you, then he grabbed you and-”

You interrupt him with a kiss, pressing your lips gently together. It speeds up and he kisses you harder, almost desperately as you tangle your fingers in his hair. He hold you close as you look up at him.

“I love you, you know.” you say softly. He smiles faintly back at you. The sky is almost completely dark now, and the wind is completely still as you hold each other, protected from the cold in your own warmth.

“I love you too.” he says and kisses the top of your head, and you wait for the stars to come out.

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requests are open!

[themidtowners]

OC intro

nadezhda “nadya” andreevna sapozhnikova

sweet child, around 7 years old

The young girl, with soft curls clipped back by rhinestone encrusted bobby pins is never seen without her beloved best friend by her side. Hello Kitty journals. Sparkly pens. Surprisingly neat scrawl. Rollerball lipgloss. Body glitter. A handful of flowers she picked with her best friend at recess, safely bundled up to bring to her mama.

Her brother, though annoying, filling the seemingly lifeless rooms with goofy singing and stories of bizarre characters he created. Even after two years it somehow still didn’t feel like home. They all speak Russian at home, their first language, and the only source of familiarity that would remain a constant throughout the Sapozhnikov siblings’ lives. 

She hoped that the more wildflowers she brought home the better the house would feel. She feared she had accidentally upset the spirit that protected the house, she wondered if the spirit was best friends with the people who lived there before her family. Maybe it missed its friend, and felt lonely like she did. She started leaving a few flowers on the porch every day to let it know she would be its friend. Mama always said it was bad luck for the domovoy to be displeased. She prayed each night that her brother would sing louder and tell his stories more passionately each day so that his voice would echo through the halls and warm the ever-present chill she would never be able to fully shake.

curious child, around 10 years old

Messy half updos. A lightly tinted pink sparkly lipgloss. A library card. Backpack full of books, blissfully unaware that someday her back would be aching from the weight of a different kind of book. Good grades. Watching her best friend at her recitals, wishing she was good at something like her friend was. Loud giggles as a tight trio solidified, rationing out the cookies and small cakes and some fruit they stole. Enchanting tales from the siblings’ motherland kept their friend in awe each summer evening as they walked back to their cul-de-sac. She always wondered why her mother sat on the porch swing and waited for them, they never strayed far and they never got into trouble. They’d greet their mother and wander inside. As they put their shoes away they always heard their father whispering to their mother, inaudibly. She wanted to know what he said, and why she always responded with a nervous and doubtful look. She knew they were safe here, that’s what papa always told them. She’d understand in due time.

steadfastly angered girl, around 13 years old

Her hair, tangled and falling in her face as she sits slumped in the chair in the principal’s office. She crosses her arms as angry tears drip from her eyes faster than blood was dripping from her split lip. He wouldn’t listen to her, it wasn’t her fault. She told him to stop taunting her. He wouldn’t stop after she warned him, so she had to stop him herself. He punched back, she thought he should be in more trouble than he was. Just because she punched first doesn’t mean she was the one who deserved to be punished. She just wanted her ari and frozen peas for her jaw. She didn’t listen to the stupid man telling her how unladylike it is to fight and that boys just tease when they like someone, that she needed to take herself less seriously. She was too tired to argue with the man, and the way he watched her made the room spin. It could’ve been the oncoming concussion, but his gaze was more uncomfortable than the pounding in her head. She cried into ari’s arms on the way home, her brother angrily kicking rocks beside them; angry that he wasn’t there to help his sister. He picked his sister a handful of wildflowers, leaving one on the porch. They both started praying again, quietly and subtly, the sign of the cross becoming second nature as it was to the generations who struggled before them.

opinionated teen, around 15 years old

The trio sat in detention. She got in trouble for calling out her history teacher, debating the version of history that he was choosing to present the class. He got mad she detected and efficiently debated the heavy bias in his information. He told her that girls like her were meant to sit and look pretty, to keep their head down and do their work. She called him a few unsavory things and was introduced to the high school’s principal. It wouldn’t be her last encounter with him either, much to both of their irritation. Her brother got in a fight after getting called something, to the siblings, uncomfortably offensive in the hall. Ari snuck in through the window to keep them from burning the whole building down.

jaded young woman, around 18 years old

She smells of roses and vaguely of cigarettes, occasionally hints of something that certainly wasn’t tobacco. She quieted down over time, coming to class with glazed over eyes. Always carries around novels and journals. Fountain pens and an elegant swirling scrawl. Straight A student, graduating a year ahead of her best friend and two ahead of her brother. No longer so confrontational, however the raging fire still burned deep in the heart of her soul. She instead wrote essays and presented projects, scathing and brutal but full of an extremely well educated truth. The absolute mortification of her teachers pleases her.

Trauma will concrete itself into the core of her soul. She’s had tastes of what’s to come, but they are not enough to shield her palate.  

She lives her life shamelessly romanticized. Classical romance, a dreamy idea of a woman. She loves early jazz and record players. She loves handwriting letters and pressing flowers, signing with lipstick kisses and a spritz of her perfume, secured with a wax seal. Soft billowing curtains and warm sunset hued lighting. The world so unforgiving, she decided to make her reality dreamy anywhere she could. A boy draped in leather catches her eye, she craves to live in the clouds with him.

The world has been cruel to her and her family, keeping generations in a tortured purgatory. Custom tailored to each generation, a special hell for every individual. She is in limbo, not sure she can call anywhere home. She aches to crawl back into the arms of her family’s motherland. To curl up in the vast expanses of the Russian countryside, to freely speak her native tongue, to run down gravel roads with her brother and cousins. To walk the land her ancestors walked before her. The soil they fought fiercely and bled for, before her. Maybe she would, she always told herself. She still tries to ignore the paranoia and uneasy fear that inevitably eventually washes over her, knowing it would likely not be safe. Her father had gathered his beloved family and fled for a reason. But the desolate midtown didn’t feel much like home still, even after 13 years. The only thing she can seem to fashion into a positive is the fact that it’s fruitful for her writing, leather-bound journals full of poetry and laments. Anger. Desperation. She wants to belong. But she never seems to.

The backdrop of her life - consisting of a crumbling and struggling society, a corrupt government and mistreatment of the masses -  always haunting her tales of internal agony. Her best friend and her brother had found their own special space in the unwelcoming midtown, they have a place that is theirs and they find comfort in. She is jealous, she has nowhere to run to. Her only hollow refuge is her dreams. She dreams of the day the rapture will descend, lifting her from the conflicted identity crisis she has been nursing her whole life. She can hear the loud church bells ringing, light flooding the earth. She has seen all that she wants to, and felt all that she wants to. More than she wants to. She often pulls herself from her daydream, knowing all has been lost. A crooked man running across both lands she’s divided between. Only but a pale gleaming remains on the horizon, it seems oh, so, far away. She dreams someday she’ll stumble upon the choir singing her rhapsody, within it will hold light. She will continue dream all she wants to. Dreaming seems to be the only thing left she can do.

[holdyourthroat]

the delightful @azrielrose tagged me to answer some questions ♥ thanks love

- what’s your favorite song(s) to sing/hum? i go back and forth, recently it’s been a mix of “in hell i’ll be good company” by the dead south, “s.o.b.” by nathaniel rateliff and the night sweats, and “baby teeth” by flower face (of course). when my mind is blank, it invariably defaults to “forever and always” by taylor swift, though. i didn’t choose this. it just happened to me.

- what’s your favorite flower/tree/plant? my favorite flower is hydrangeas, but i also love clovers, and blackberry bushes have a very special nostalgic place in my heart.

- favorite color(s)? GREEN!!!!! deep forest green, hunter green, olive green... pretty much anything except lime and kelly green. i prefer deeper tones, more on the blue side than the yellow. grey also takes a top slot, and i’ve come around to dusty rose.

- what do you always doodle? i have a llama i always draw when i’m bored. he has sunglasses and smokes a cigarette because when i was in middle school those were the classic hallmarks of something “”cool””. i also doodle a lot of ghosts and bats and other creepy things.

- how do you take your coffee/tea? coffee - iced espresso or cold brew with french vanilla and half and half. tea - hot earl grey with cream and sugar, or over ice with just sugar, OR a chai latte

- favorite candle scent? i’m not a huge candle person, but i like simple scents like vanilla.

- what perfume do you wear? i rarely wear it but i have a small rollerball of taylor swift’s wonderstruck. it smells amazing.

- what’s your go-to dance move when you’re alone? i do plies and arabesques and point practice while i wait for the microwave in the kitchen or whatever. i was in ballet when i was young and i still miss it.

- favorite quote? “don’t believe me?? check my resume - thirty years experience in jACKIN OFFFFFFFFFF” - arin hanson, super mario maker episode [mumbles an unintelligible number] (real talk, i’ve been trying to think about this for over an hour and nothing serious is really coming to me, oh well)

- favorite self-care routine(s)? SHOWERING. it’s so underrated but oh my god showering feels so good when i feel like shit and i almost never make myself do it. other than that, listening to old game grumps LPs is really comforting to me and i usually do that and play phone games to relax myself.

- fuzzy socks or house slippers? FUZZY SOCKS!!! the thicker the better!!!

- what color are your eyes? technically hazel, but they’re pretty dark, so i just say brown usually

- what’s your favorite eye color on others? god i love deep brown eyes more than almost anything, but i got one hang-up with green eyes (it’s chris pratt)

- favorite season? why? spring! i also like fall for the aesthetic and the fact that i get to start wearing colder-weather clothes but honestly? the seasons affect my mental illness a lot and spring is usually when i start to feel better, plus i have a spring birthday

- cheek, neck, or nose kisses? one right on each nip thanks i dont really love to be kissed honestly

- what does your happy place look like? spyro the dragon: ripto’s rage’s soundtrack.

- favorite breed of dog? cat? i’m... not huge on dogs lmao sorry but my favorite cat breed is maine coons, i want a ginormous one to lay upon my whole body and purr me better when i’m sad. a big beautiful emotional support lion ♥

- do you ever want to be married? more than anything, but i don’t really see that happening, and i’m as much scared of it as i want it.

- cursive or print? i write exclusively in cursive.

- favorite weather? i’m only happy when it rains ♥

tagging @jimmiestoorustled and @questionboxjuliet

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Winter Project Pan

Ok, so I decided why the hell not? My Fall project pan was (mostly) a failure just due to the fact that I picked so many eyeshadows? And like...? Too many mostly full products? So ofc, there was v little progress? 

So I decided those items are just going back into a drawer til Spring at which point I’ll attempt again to get through them, and in the meanwhile, will work on some other stuff that has been sitting around for next to forever and see if I can’t use them out, esp since I have stuff that is considered minis/trial/travel sized or mostly used out. Running this til Valentine’s Day, because why the hell not?

L to R, Top to Bottom

Laura Geller Vanilla - See progress

Laura Geller Creme - See progress

Laura Geller Honey - See progress

Laura Geller Sunrise - see progress

Laura Geller Vintage - see progress

Rimmel Powder - This has already got the metal rings showing a bit through the powder at the center, but my goal is to hit pan on it anyway, in a large amount. 

Clinique Pink lipstick - Use out

Clinique Mascara end - No clue how much is in it, so just use.

Sephora Contour stick - Make progress

Sephora Highlight Stick - Make progress

Forever 21 lip paint - Make progress

Forever 21 hand lotion - Use out

ELF Black eyeliner - Use out

Wet n Wild white eyeliner - Use out

Hard Candy Concealer - make progress on both  ends. 

L to  R, Top to Bottom

Jordana Eyeliner - See progress

Wet n Wild Eyeshadow Crayon - See progress

Hard Candy Eyeliner - See progress

Rimmel Eyeliner - Use out

LA Colors Lip Liner - See progress

Depotted Gold Shadow - See an indent

Depotted Dark Brown Shadow - Wear off writing

NYX Pink eyeshadow - I’ve been using this as a highlighter because I don’t like how it looks on my eyes. It’s hit pan before, so goal is to hit pan again.

NYX Gold eyeshadow - Using this as a highlighter because It looks ‘better’ that way to me. Have repressed this before, goal is to hit pan again. 

Baked Blush - The cover of this got snapped off by mistake, so it’s  just been chilling in my Z-palette. Goal is to make progress on it. 

Depotted ‘Rust’ Eyeshadow - See an indent

Depotted Bronze eyeshadow - hit pan

White Glitter eyeshadow - see an indent

Navy glitter eyeshadow - see an indent

Light blue glitter eyeshadow - see an indent

Medium Blue glitter eyeshadow - see an indent

Yellow concealer - Hit pan

Baby Skin Primer - Use out

L to R, Top to Bottom

Avon Lotion - Use out

Tarte Bronzer mini - See a dip

Brown Eyeshadow - wear off some of the top layer of the pattern

Colourpop eyeshadow - see progress/make the visible pan larger

Reeses lip balm - See an indent

CVS brand lip scrub -  see an indent

NYX Blush - Use

Clinique Quad gold - See a major indent, maybe hit pan?

Clinique quad taupe - Use out. This hit pan and was repressed once before to be usable again without damaging my brushes. 

UD Chopper - See an indent

UD Sin - See an indent

‘!’ perfume - Use out

Unknown perfume - Use out

Makeup remover - Make progress on (majorly! This is decent at getting off eye makeup yet I still scrub at my face with like 5 wipes because i am too lazy to deal with getting cotton balls and using them)

Victoria’s Secret Lotion - Use out

Victoria’s Secret Perfume - Use out

This is a ‘better’ shot of the same primer as above, BTW!

Baby Skin Primer - Use out

Coconut perfume - Make progress (it’s a rollerball e.e)

LTR

Sally Hansen Nail Polish - Use out

NYX Lipstick - Just use. No idea how much is actually in here because the tube is opaque?

Bareminerals Lipgloss - Use. Doesn’t matter if it’s used out, just to see that I no longer have a full tube. 

Clinique mini lipgloss - Use out, this is trial sized and v old. 

Random dual ended lipgloss - No clue how much is in either end of it, but just using it on a semi-regular basis would be nice. 

Hard Candy Lipgloss - Holy fuck this is old as fuck. I’d ideally want to see it almost used out, if not entirely?

ELF glitter eyeliner - Use out - this is old and has started to dry up, so IDK how much longer it has before I simply have to toss!)

Jordana eyeliner - Use out (this is starting to dry up a bit, it may be tossed before the end of whatever the hell this thing is)

LTR - 

Dry Shampoo (level is a guesstimate) - Use out... I’ve literally got only enough left for 1-2 more uses anyway?

Smoothing Hair Cream - Use out - This has been here since highschool?

Hair Mousse - make decent progress on. 

I just realized there are 63 items in here, if you’re willing to count each end of a dual sided product as 1 item. Obviously, that doesn’t include the eyeshadows of palettes that will not be touched at this point. Most of them are technically achievable goals, but ofc, most of them are not set out to be ‘use out’, they are instead put down just to see progress on. Which theoretically will be more than just a little bit helpful for me! That way, I won’t beat myself up too badly if it turns out that I fell just short of using out a product or just a week or two away from hitting pan on something. 

(Also, doing this has made me realize just how badly I tend to hoard things.)

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I was REALLY excited when Scentbird reached out to me and asked if we wanted to review their box on the blog not only because I’ve always had my eye on Scentbird, but I’ve also been considering getting a subscription for Matt, who has increasingly been enjoying fancy cologne. (I think it’s a direct correlation to how long he’s been with me. I tend to influence people into liking fancy, expensive things. 🙂 )

Scentbird

Price: $14.95/month ($11.21/first month!)

Box Type: Perfume (and other scented products with upgrades)

Why you’ll love it: You get to choose from over 500 authentic designer scents to try out each month! Choose your new fragrance before the 5th of each month to lock in your scent, and then it’s delivered straight to your door with a specially designed case to protect it and spritz!

How to Subscribe: Click here!

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The subscription comes with a little card that explains how Scentbird works. First it explains how the case works, which is super easy. It also lets you know how you can rate scents on the Scentbird site for more perfume recommendations, and that you must choose your new fragrance by the 5th of the month in order to lock in your scent. Scentbird also has a referral program where you can earn free products by referring friends. And finally, you can upgrade your monthly shipment with additional fragrances or even some makeup and bath and body products!

Since I received this package in PR, I got four scents, which is really awesome. They were delivered safely in a black padded envelope and each fragrance was in a little velvet bag.

The Scentbird site says that if you have a women’s subscription, you will receive the white case first, and if you have a men’s subscription, you’ll receive a black case. Every 7th shipment, you’ll receive a new case in a variety of colors. I actually happen to love the white case the most, but honestly, it’s hard to pick a favorite!

Side note: My mom got me this gold bird awhile back and how perfect is it for this blog post? Thanks, mom! I love it!

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Opening the case is really easy – you simply twist up. Then you can spritz yourself to your heart’s content! If you wanted to change out scents, you just pull the vial straight up, and conversely, you can just drop the vial in and twist down to close. Easy peasy. I also really like this container because it will make it great to put in my gym bag without me having to worry about breaking glass.

When you pull out the vials from the container, they look like this. Each fragrance is 100% authentic from the designers, which is good to know. No knock-offs here! Only the real deal. I’ll describe each of the scents I chose below.

Commodity Velvet ($105): I recently received Commodity Velvet as a sample in a Sephora order and almost immediately put the travel-size in my Sephora cart because I loved it so much. I even posted about how much I loved it via Insta Stories and the brand responded their thanks and also sent this video over, which was so nice. I don’t really receive a lot of engagement from brands so it was nice that they took the time to not only respond to my story but send me something new.

The travel-size of Commodity Velvet is $26, and the full-size is obviously over $100, so if I was subscribed to Scentbird, I’d be very pleased to have about a month’s worth of perfume for $15. The travel version of Velvet is a glass bottle and it makes me a bit nervous that it might break in my makeup bag when I’m hauling it back and forth to the gym. The Scentbird case would keep it very safe, which is nice!

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If you don’t want to watch the video, here’s how Sephora describes the scent. I think Velvet is such a beautiful scent for Fall/Winter.

Commodity Velvet is mysterious and elegant. This fragrance evokes the pure indulgence of a soft texture meeting bare skin. Its woody oriental blend is infused with roasted almond, rose petals, and black amber.

Stella McCartney Stella ($97): Stella is one of my all-time favorite scents. I have purchased several bottles of this in my life, but I’m still not ready to settle down and commit to ONE scent – especially when Commodity Velvet has taken the lead. However, I’m glad this little bottle will give me a chance to re-fall in love with Stella again! I think this is such a great scent for Fall. (And isn’t that purple case so cute? I made sure my Stella went with the purple one, because I only associate Stella with a purple bottle!)

The first scent from Stella McCartney, STELLA, is a homage to the English rose, and an effortless expression of femininity. The refined floral evokes a rose in full bloom in a traditional English garden with a sultry amber contrast. Beautiful and unapologetically feminine, STELLA’s scent composition is approachable and enduring.

Soft rosy floral top notes drive the fragrance, subtly balanced with sharp, fresh mandarin essence and light peony flower. Intensifying and elongating the opening notes, the heart is pure rose, to represent absolute femininity. Stella’s base notes give a strong, sensual finish. Resonating up through the rose accord, the masculinity of the amber contrasts the floral side, making it bold with a sensual finish.

Pinrose Wild Child ($65): This is the only scent out of the four that I had never smelled before. I have been hearing a lot about the Pinrose brand recently, so I was curious. They recently collaborated with Sephora on these beautiful holographic brushes, in addition to a set of duochrome-y lip glosses and a beautifully-packaged highlighter. I had never heard of the brand prior to the collaboration, so I was interested in to learn more. Their branding is very millennial-friendly as are their descriptions, like this one.

Unleash your inner troublemaker with flirty white flowers [Gardenia, Jasmine]. Best worn with a twinkle in your eye.

I’m glad that Scentbird carries Pinrose because I’m definitely interested in trying a few more scents from them. This one is nice, but it’s very Spring to me, and that’s not really my vibe right now, ya know? But I do love gardenias and this is a lovely scent.

Burberry My Burberry Blush ($70-$124): In the past, I bought Burberry’s My Burberry and I really enjoyed it. I’ve received a few samples of My Burberry Blush and I really enjoyed it. It has some of the same notes as My Burberry, but it definitely feels a bit more floral. This feels like a nice Spring or even just a great daytime scent. It smells very classic – like, I sort of imagine a woman executive wearing this.

My Burberry Blush steps back into a London garden as it awakens in the first light of day. Capturing the senses, blossoming flowers open with a burst of energy, while dapples of glowing light weave, twist, and turn through the flora. Created by perfumers Francis Kurkdjian and Christopher Bailey, the fragrance opens with sharp pomegranate fused with vibrant lemon. Delicate rose petal notes are lifted with crisp apple, while a base of jasmine and wisteria round off the scent for an intensely feminine touch.

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I wanted to show the Scentbird bottle side-by-side with a regular perfume sample so you can see the difference. Obviously with Scentbird, you are getting much more than a regular sample – you are getting almost as much as a rollerball, which is more expensive, and more annoying. I much prefer spraying perfume on rather than rolling it on.

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Final Grade: A

While I received this Scentbird package in exchange for a review, I just fell in love with the whole concept. I’m pretty sure I am going to get a subscription for my husband because I think he would love it a lot. After I work my way a few of these perfumes, I may get my own subscription as well. I love how much product you get per vial, and I think they will each last me longer than a month. I also love the variety of brands you can choose from  – I think it’s awesome that they carry indie brands like Commodity and Glossier in addition to the big designer names. I also love the little case – It’s great that it’s an actual spray instead of a rollerball, and I love how compact and sturdy it is.

I’m definitely a big fan so far. Are you interested in subscribing to Scentbird for yourself? Definitely click here to learn more! You can always cancel at any time, which is awesome!

PR package sent in exchange for an honest review; All opinions are my own. Post contains affiliate links

Scentbird | A Perfume Subscription Box Review! I was REALLY excited when Scentbird reached out to me and asked if we wanted to review their box on the blog not only because I've always had my eye on…

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I bought the pleasing pen (I know I know, I'm just a whore for rollerball stuff and it was the only thing that looked interesting) and the lip side is fucking...weird lol. It's not a balm or a gloss, it's like a weird serum-y texture that does nothing but make your lips feel oily and not all that moisturized either? It's made me nervous to try the eye side negl. I will say that it's bigger than I expected and didn't arrive broken so there's that at least.

JSDGNSD my friend said she liked the eye stuff, it's very cooling! i am interested in the actual effect™ tho after hearing that one beauty youtuber say "is it actual skincare or is it 'makeup' disguised as skincare"