#This was just a quick and dirty shot to show off the glam

[zylphiacrowley]

Just throwing some stuff at the wall to see what'll stick while workshopping some post-DT traveling glams. Mans can show a little titty, as a treat.

[misslavenderlady]

You're In Love 🎸

Marko/Paul/TransMasc!Reader

Summary: It's a perfect night to go out and party to your favorite music. You have a feeling it'll get even better when two attractive blonds catch your eye~

Thank you @xxx-wounded-angel-xxx for the request! I appreciate your patience, and I hope you enjoy this!

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Drinking, Flirting, Grinding, Dirty Talk, Pet names, Sex with a stranger, Oral, Fingering, Nipple play, Threesome, Vaginal Sex, Safe Sex, Aftercare

The glam metal scene was an absolute paradise to you. After years of struggling to express yourself and your identity, you finally found a safe haven in music. What drew you into this particular style of metal was how wild and fun it was. Anyone, regardless of gender, could go big with their appearances. Colorful eyeshadow, dark eyeliner, hair sprayed up as high as it would go, and the flashiest clothing you’d ever seen.

So it became a major part of your personality. You were obsessed with several different bands that showed off the glam metal look. Mötley Crüe, Def Leppard, Twisted Sister, Ratt, Poison, and so much more. You jammed out to the power ballads as you did your hair and makeup every morning, working hard to replicate the look of a rockstar. 

You already stood out with your bright, red hair, but adding all the flare gave you an extra special look. It made you grateful to know that so many people were loving the androgynous styles of these bands. Whenever you went out to concerts and parties with fellow glam metalheads, you blended right in. You could party all night and not have a single care in the world.

It made you feel like you could truly be yourself. Like you could be safe. 

Tonight was no different. There was a club in Santa Carla having a special Glam Metal night for fans like you. Nothing but hot music and wild dancing. Of course, you were gonna go. You dressed in your absolute favorite outfit, tugged on your boots, and let your red hair flow freely. You were looking hot, and everyone was going to see it.

Before you knew it, you were at the club and having the time of your life. The drinks were flowing while Cinderella’s Nothin’ for Nothin’ blasted at full volume throughout the club. Everyone around you was dressed up as wild and sexy as possible, giving you quite a lot of eye candy to enjoy. Still, the night was young and you had plenty of time to enjoy yourself before potentially finding someone to take home. 

While you sipped your drink, you couldn’t help but feel like someone was looking at you. A strange, tingly sensation ran down your spine, as if your body could tell it was being watched. Curious, you looked over your shoulder on one side, then the other. 

Nothing. 

Just a bunch of people dancing and singing along with the music. You shook your head, brushing off the weird feeling. As you took in the last sip, a new song came on. 

Ratt’s You’re In Love was starting, and you felt your heart race in your chest. You LOVED this song! With a quick toss of some bills on the bar, you sprinted back to the dance floor. There was no way in hell you were going to miss the chance to dance to this song. 

You take the midnight subway train

You're callin' all the shots

You're struck by lightning

You're in love

Your red locks flowed as you tossed your head back, the music practically rushing through your veins. This night was going amazingly. All your worries and fears were long behind you, and all that was on your mind was dancing your heart out. 

Then it hit you again. That sensation of eyes on you. For a moment, you hesitated in looking around, as it was nothing the first time. But your curiosity got the better of you, so you took a peak around to see if things were different. Turns out, that was the correct thing to do, because you found there were not one, but two pairs of eyes looking your way.

A pair of blonds were gazing at you from across the room. A lanky one with wild hair and a suit coat covered with pins and jewelry, and a shorter one with curls for days and the most detailed jacket you’d ever seen in your life. They were leaning against the wall, side by side as they watched you carefully. 

What really intrigued you was how they smiled. There was a look of hunger in their eyes as if the mere sight of you made them ravenous. Considering how unbelievably gorgeous they were, that wasn’t a problem with you. With your eyes now locked on them, you smiled back, adding a flirty wave for good measure.

You take the evening one on one

You're only livin' to have fun

You want to use me, take me home tonight

I'll make you wish that you were mine

The music was still going, and it was fueling your energy to dance some more. With a toss of your hair, you moved your hips, adding a sultry twist to your motions. You lived for moments like this. Just you and the music. 

It would seem that the boys were interested in joining you in such a fun moment. The two of them moved from their spot, slipping into the crowd and making their way towards you. The reason you knew it was you they were after was that they hadn’t stopped staring at you the entire time they strutted. It made your heart flutter. 

“Hey there, handsome~” the taller one purred.

“Care to dance~?” the curly-haired one asked. 

Of course, you said yes. They both smiled wolfishly as they got in nice and close for a dance. Seeing them like this, you could tell that one had blue eyes and the other had hazel. They glimmered under the lights of the club. 

You're struck by lightning

You're in love

It's not worth fighting

You're in love

They whispered their names in your ear. Paul and Marko. You could definitely picture yourself screaming those names in ecstasy. When they asked for yours, they both had a look that told you they found it to be quite attractive. There was just something about the boys that got you feeling wild.

Paul pulled you close to his muscular chest in the front while Marko sandwiched you in closer in the back. Their skin had a slight chill, but it was pure bliss on your heated body. Every moment they had you pinned in, the hotter you felt. 

They moaned with desire as they started to grind against you. With the music still blasting, you swayed your hips back and forth, teasing them both with your body. Shivers ran up and down your spine when you felt their arousal start to bump up against you. It gave you the most depraved thoughts imaginable. 

Well turn around

Remember me

I'm the one

Who's out and aimed to please

“God, you’re really sexy, you know that?” Paul said. “I fuckin’ love redheads~”

“And I love blonds~” you flirted. That certainly put a smile on both their faces.

“Tell us something, baby,” Marko whispered in your ear. “Does that red hair go all the way down~?”

Your cheeks burned from such a question. They were quite a bold duo, and you were eating up all the attention they fed you. There was no doubt in your mind that you wanted them. 

"How about we all go back to my place and I show you~"

They had you out of the club before the song could even finish. You had a hand wrapped around each of their arms as you ran out together. Giggles and playful nudges were traded as the three of you headed back to your home. It was all such a rush, and you had never been more excited about anything in your life. 

The moment you got your front door unlocked, the boys pounced on you. Paul got to you first, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you in for a deep kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut and your fingers tangled in his long hair while your tongue slipped against his own. He was quite vocal, moaning into your mouth. 

“Paul, you dog, lemme get some sugar from the babe!” Marko growled, taking your hand and pulling you into his arms instead. He was absolutely ravenous for you, nibbling your lip and reaching behind to paw at your ass. They both kissed you in a way that made your heart race.

You only broke the kiss to take the two of them to where your bedroom was. Just a few kisses and touches and you were already hot and bothered. You didn’t just want them, you needed them. It was clear they felt the same way.

In no time at all, the three of you completely decorated the floor with your discarded outfits and accessories. Jackets, shirts, jewelry, pants, and shoes were tossed about without a care. Paul was the one to lift you onto the bed, your bare chests pressed against one another. His skin was still cool to the touch, and it made you shiver as your nipples perked from the sensation.

“Sensitive little thing, arentcha~?” he teased. You didn’t even get the chance to answer before his long fingers ran down your body. Without warning, he squeezed at your nipples, earning a shriek from you. He was certainly right about your body being sensitive. “Lemme play with other parts of you~”

While one hand was used to toy with your nipple some more, Paul reached the other down to start fingering you. He had you whimpering and sighing as he stroked you. You surely would have lost control if Marko hadn’t come up behind you and wrapped his arm around your body. His lips found their way to your neck, nibbling and kissing without care. 

“Yeah, that’s it. You take it like a good boy, don’t you~?”

Holy shit, you could have cum right then and there. You were pretty submissive when it came to sexual encounters, and being praised and called a “good boy” was a major turn-on for you. Marko must have caught that because he snickered against the nape of your neck.

“Ooooh does baby boy like that? Being called a good boy~?”

“Y-Yes!” you sighed, barely able to speak because of Paul’s magic fingers. 

The two of them were absolutely relentless with your body. While one was rubbing up against your sweet spot, the other was whispering depraved things in your ear in between bites along your throat. You were putty in their hands, and they knew that very well. They were eager for more of you.

“Gotta get in between your legs. I just need to fuck you~” Paul moaned out. You nodded eagerly while he broke free from you for a second to grab a condom. 

“You wanna show me what that mouth can do while he’s doing that, babe~?” Marko asked, pulling you closer. You would have begged to do that if he asked you to. Your body was just aching to get fucked. 

The three of you moved together, getting positioned how you all wanted. Marko flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees while Paul slipped the condom on. Your mouth watered as the curly-haired boy slipped his underwear down and freed his cock. It practically smacked you in the face, he was so hard. 

“Open up for me~” he ordered, smirking down at you. With your mouth opened up, he tapped the tip of his cock against your tongue. You just met the guy, and you could already tell he was big on teasing. Eager to please, you smiled flirtatiously at him before wrapping your lips around him.

At the same time, Paul slipped his cock into your aching hole, slowly filling and stretching you out. They both sighed in pleasure, amazed by how your body felt. 

“Fuuuuck me, you’re tight as hell, baby~” Paul groaned out. He was starting slow with you, his hips grinding against you. You let out a whimper, which added to Marko’s pleasure. 

“And what a fuckin’ mouth, goddamn~” Marko praised. Inch by inch, you took him into your mouth. You knew the warmth must have felt heavenly on his chilled skin. With how amazing they felt, you would happily keep them warm all night long. 

The two boys worked beautifully together. They were matched in their pace, even though they were inside two different holes. While Paul’s hands wrapped around your hips, Marko’s fingers were fisted in your red hair. With how good they felt, they wanted nothing more than to hold on tight and never let you go. 

Your pleasure was just as intense. The fucked like GODS. If you didn’t know any better, it was like love at first sight. That song you all danced to together was still echoing in your head as you took the boys.

You make your livin' lovin' hot

You spin me like a top

You take the evening one on one 

You're only livin' to have fun

You're struck by lightning

You're in love

Over and over they penetrated you, Paul hitting your deepest sweet spot and Marko pushing himself down your throat. You were stuffed to the brim, yet you still wanted more. 

“Good boyyyy…..ooh fuck….that’s a good fuckin’ boy~” Paul praised you, picking up the speed of his thrusting. 

“He’s right, baby. You’re such a good boy for the two of us~” Marko moaned sweetly. 

Good boy.

Fuck, just that one nickname was pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your moaning around Marko’s dick was growing louder while you clenched tighter around Paul. It was all happening so fast. 

“Oh fuck, that’s it, baby. FUCK, that’s it~!” Marko praised, fucking your face even faster now.

“Gonna cum on my dick, sugar? Shit, I’m gonna cum so fuckin’ hard for you~” Paul growled, animal-like in tone.

They were pushing you to your very limit, aching to get you to climax with them. It didn’t take much considering they had rocked your world since the moment you laid eyes on them. With just a few more thrusts, you were hit with an intense sensation of pleasure. It was almost like being struck by lightning, with pure electricity flowing through your body. 

While you whimpered and moaned through your orgasm, the boys followed you closely. Paul pushed himself as deep in as he could go, filling the condom inside you. Marko held your head down on his cock, thick shots of cum pouring onto your tongue and down your throat. They were completely spent, and it was all because of you. 

It was a bit of a blur afterwards. They both pulled out of you, leaving you feeling rather warm and fuzzy from the pleasure. Marko laid back on the bed, bringing you close for some cuddling while Paul took care of tossing the used condom. The two of you shared a kiss, so tender in comparison to the rough fucking you just experienced. 

“My turn, handsome~” Paul purred, slipping in next to you so he could steal you for another kiss. Marko growled softly, but ultimately shared you. It made you smile knowing they both liked you so much. 

While the three of you snuggled, you found yourself humming the tune of the song again. Now you would think of him whenever that song came on.

“Maybe next time you wanna have fun, you can come by our place,” Paul whispered, fingers running through your red hair. 

“Yeah! We got a delicious bottle of the red stuff you’d really love,” Marko said with a smirk. 

You nodded, thoroughly enjoying such an idea. This could be the start of something really special. You, Paul and Marko.

It's not worth fighting

You're in love

[watchmegetobsessed]

Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 3)

i did not expect this to turn into more than just a oneshot, but here i am, posting a part 3?? and there’s more to come??? lmao, im a mess, having a million wips at a time, whatever. enjoy this DIRTY piece in the world of Harry and Actress!Y/N hehe!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 3k

warning: NSFW content (we are taking a dirty turn in this part babes)

SERIES MASTERPOST

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“But are you really sure you’re fine?” Florence asks for the millionth time over the phone. “You know, I could come over anytime, have a few drinks and forget about the idiots who decided you don’t deserve that Emmy.”

“I’m very sure,” you chuckle, sinking further down on your couch, kicking your heels off your feet. “It’s not a big deal.” “Oh it is, but you are trying to act all tough, though I know it bothers you.”

“I didn’t say it doesn’t bother me, but there’s nothing I can do about it,” you tell her truthfully.

“You know, sometimes I forget that you are this wise ass bitch, not some petty loser that I usually am.”

You snort at her words laughing loudly. Florence is by far one of the funniest people you know, she never fails to make you laugh, no matter what’s the situation.

“It’s sad that I didn’t win, but I’m fine. Really. Maybe next time it will be me,” you say, genuinely hoping this wasn’t your first nomination.

“Okay, I’ll stop bugging you, but call me if you change your mind and want company.”

“Thank you, Flo. Talk to you later.”

Once you end the call you let a long, heavy breath out that feels like you’ve been keeping in all night. Walking into your closet you stop in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, taking a look at yourself, still wearing the burgundy pant suit you wore for the award show. You were the only woman in pants all evening and you felt more powerful than ever. You’ve always loved to make a statement with your fashion choices and tonight you feel like you definitely succeeded in getting the message through: you are a bad bitch.

Stripping out of the outfit you hang it carefully before putting on some sweats and an oversized vintage t-shirt, feeling so much more comfortable already. Your hair is still in loose waves and you kind of like the texture, so you just leave it like that, moving into your bedroom to check up on some emails.

Cozied up under your duvet, laptop resting on your thighs, you start replying to some emails, updating your schedule for the next week. You almost don’t notice the text you get, barely catching the lit up screen from the corner of your eyes. Grabbing the device from the night stand you smile down at the series of messages from Harry.

“Bunch of idiots,” the first one reads.

“I’m suing them. All of them.”

“You looked fucking unreal by the way. Couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

Biting down on your bottom lip you read the last one over and over again. It’s been weeks since your number landed in Harry’s phone and you’ve been texting nonstop since then. Whenever you pulled your phone out to check if someone had tried to reach you, there was always a text rom him waiting for you, making you smile most of the time.

“Thanks Xx,” you reply shortly, not sure how to react to his heated words of calling the whole Television Academy a bunch of idiots, though it surely warmed your heart.

“Enjoying the after party?” his next text comes fast.

“Nope, I’m home already. Didn’t feel like partying.”

“What?! You not winning is not an excuse to skip celebrating. You still got nominated!”

“Already celebrated that, so I’m out of occasions.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you do that. Text me your address, I’m going over with wine and takeout.”

His bluntness in flirting and shooting his shot has been amusing to you since the moment he sat next to you on The Ellen Show. Harry Styles doesn’t shy away to try and show his attraction, or at least not towards you.

You hesitate a little, not sure if you want him here, but something deep down in your guts is telling you that you definitely want him to come over, some dirty thoughts already popping into your mind, but you are quick to get rid of them.

You send him your address and he tells you he’ll be over in twenty. You use that time to clean up a little around your apartment. You left in kind of a rush earlier, being a little late with your glam team, so you didn’t bother to leave the place in a decent state. It doesn’t take long though to clean up the mess and checking the time you see that you still have a little time until Harry arrives. As you walk past one of the mirrors in your hallway, you take a look at yourself, debating whether you should change or stay in your comfy homey outfit. At last you drop the idea to put on a different outfit, not wanting to look desperate when Harry arrives.

Not long later you get a notification from downstairs that a so called Mr. Styles has entered the building and is heading up to your floor. Running a hand through your hair you walk over to the front door and opening it you stand there, waiting for the elevator to arrive. When the familiar ding hits your ear you notice how your heart skips a beat upon seeing him walk out.

“Hi,” you smile at him holding the door open for him. He looks amazing, as always, wearing a pair of brown high-waisted pants with a loose white shirt tugged into it, a teal denim jacket topping the outfit. He looks comfortable, but still well put together, something you have always admired in his style.

“Hello, Love,” he smiles back at you and pulls you in for a short, one armed hug before walking fully inside. “Didn’t know what stuff you fancy, so I got a bunch,” he admits with a chuckle, holding up two plastic bags completely stuffed.

“You really shouldn’t have,” you shake your head at him smiling as you lock the front door and lead him into your open concept kitchen.

“But I should have,” he argues, setting the bags down to the counter, packing out everything he brought.

Three bottles of wine, all of them different kinds, snacks, both sweet and salty, topped with an insane amount of Chinese takeout that could feed a whole family, not just two people. You put the wines into the fridge though you know they won’t get chilly enough by the time you open it. Turning to Harry you smile at him shyly, only just now realizing that he is in your home for the first time.

“Want a tour?” you ask, pulling your shoulders up to your ears.

“Would love that,” he smirks and lets you lead the way.

The modern apartment in Manhattan has been your home for a little over a year now. One of the first things you invested into once you started earning like an A-list celebrity. It’s spacious, you did the interior over once you bought it, formed it a little more to your taste. You walk Harry through the living room, the three bedrooms from which one is yours, the others function as a guest room whenever a family member of one of your friends needs a place to stay. There are three bathrooms in total, a study room that’s always a mess, your desk filled with scripts and books most of the time, but Harry tells you it suits your vibe.

“And this here is my wardrobe,” you end the tour, flicking the lights on in the walk in closet, probably your favorite part of the place. It’s bigger than your bedroom, but it’s exactly what you and your passion for fashion needs.

Harry curiously walks inside, his eyes immediately stopping on the burgundy pant suit you wore earlier that night.

“This, Darling, was an excellent choice,” he smirks over at you, his fingers dancing over the soft fabric of the pants.

“Felt amazing in it,” you nod smiling.

“I bet you did,” he chuckles softly.

The two of you head back to the kitchen and sit at the kitchen island, roaming through all the food Harry has brought. A short silence comes over the room that’s broken by Harry first.

“So how are you really feeling about tonight?”

“I’m fine,” you shrug, but then feel his hand on your knee that’s closer to him and your eyes flicker over to him, his gaze burning down on you intently.

“No, I’m asking fo’ real. You don’t have to mask your disappointment.”

Licking your lips you look back at your plate filled with dumplings and you start to just poke them around with the chopsticks in your hand.

“Of course I’m disappointed. Who wouldn’t want to win? But there’s not much I can do about it, right?”

“Still, you shouldn’t push it all down.”

“I’m not the type to rage very publicly, if you haven’t realized that,” you chuckle, diverting your eyes back at him, catching a soft smile on his lips.

“That I know of. Miss No Beef,” he teases you, even though you could pretty much say the same thing about him. “I was properly screaming at the screen when they said someone else’s name over yours.”

“Yeah?” you chuckle.

“Mhm. I was rooting for you big time.”

“Well,” you sigh turning back to your plate. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“Nah-ah, none of that crap, Y/N,” he protests right away, dropping his chopsticks to his plate as he slides off his stool, stepping closer to you, one hand lying flat on the counter, while the other one finds the underside of your stool and he easily turns you so you are facing him, your knees involuntarily parting so he could stand between them. “I’m not letting you think of any less of yourself because of some stupid award.”

“The Emmys are not stupid,” you correct him, but it seems like he doesn’t even hear you, staring down at you with a smug grin, his hand moving from the stool to your waist.

“Mhm, they are. They made the most talented and beautiful woman think she is not the best of all.”

You can’t push down the smile that tugs on your lips as you watch him slowly lean closer. Heart beating faster, you let him do whatever he has on his mind, not finding the will to push him away. Not that you want to do that, you’d be stupid to say no to this man.

“Who’s this woman we are talking about?” you breathe out with a teasing smile. Harry smirks back at you, his hand squeezing your waist gently as his other hand moves up to the base of your neck, his thumb running along your jawline.

“The woman I’ve been fantasizing about lately.”

A desperate whimper tries to escape your lips, but you bite it back in time, feeling so lost how much effect he has on you with just a simple sentence.

“What are these fantasies about?” you find yourself asking as he leans closer, his nose brushing against yours.

You’re aching for his lips, to feel him touch you everywhere. You want to come undone under his hands and the breaking point where you won’t be able to mask up your desperate feelings is threateningly close.

“I’ve been thinking about making her feel real good. Watch her fall apart under my touch,” he murmurs lowly and this time, you can’t hold that moan back. Your lips brush against his, but he pulls back smirking, not kissing you.

“Fuck,” you breathe out when you feel his hand move from your waist to your stomach, cheekily teasing you as he is drawing circles around your belly button over the soft fabric of your shirt.

“Can I touch you, Y/N? I really want to make you feel appreciated and good. Will you let me do that?”

Not able to find your voice you whimper out something that’s close to being a yes, but it’s not enough for him and while you are losing touch with what’s really going on, Harry is very much enjoying seeing you like this, all for himself.

“Use your words, Love. I wanna hear you say it.”

“Yes!” you choke out and luckily, he doesn’t waste any more time.

You feel his lips connect with your neck as both his hands work on the waistband of your sweats, pushing them further down a little before his right hand taps on the top of your lacy underwear, the one you wore under your suit tonight, the one Harry definitely thought about when he first saw you through his screen.

You gasp when his hand slides into your underwear, fingers finding your sensitive bud of nerves, pressing down on them softly. You desperately turn your face, eager to meet his lips, but he pulls back for your dismay.

“Not now, Love,” he tells you and though the words sting a little, you don’t have much time to dwell on them when you feel his fingers slide back and forth between your soaking wet folds. “So wet for me, aren’t you?” he smirks while you’re trying to breath evenly, though it’s quite the challenge.

His lips return to your neck and your hands fly up to grab onto the back of his neck and shoulders, his fingers teasing you around your hole, not entering just yet. You start buckling your hips, desperate to get him take the next step and he is surely enjoying the show you are putting on for him.

“Ready to feel good?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, hands grabbing onto his hair roughly and a loud moan escapes your lips when he pushes two of his fingers inside you.

“Fuck, this feels so nice,” he groans, lips nipping on the soft skin under your ear. He is quick to take up on a pace, moving his digits in and out, his thumb circling on your clit, adding that extra magic most men always forget about. But not Harry, he is eager to please you the best he can and if you weren’t sitting, you’d be on your knees for him by now.

“Yeah, tug on my hair, Darling,” he growls, his voice sending chills down your spine as you tighten your grip in his hair just as he asked, while you feel your climax building up.

He picks up his pace, curling his fingers inside you every time he thrusts them in, making you almost see stars. Your legs fly around his waist, ankles crossing above his bum as you bring him closer, and a whimpered groan bursts out of him, probably because his erection just got squeezed against his hand by your action, his nonstop moving hand now stuck between your heated core and his throbbing member. When his head pulls back you quickly look at him, about to ask if he is alright, but he just presses a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth as his unsaid answer that he is perfectly fine.

His forehead comes to rest against yours as he adds a third finger, making you moan his name in ecstasy. Your mind is starting to completely shut down, the sensation of utter pleasure taking over your whole body as you can feel your orgasm just a few thrusts away.

“C’mon, Love. Let it go for me,” he mumbles, his free hand sliding to your back so he keeps you flushed against him, your heaving chest touching his upper body with each drawn breath.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you pant, eyes screwed shut, tipping over the edge of your climax. “Please don’t stop!” you beg whining.

“Never, Darling.”

And he keeps his words. He keeps going and going until your walls close up around his slick fingers and your thighs tremble around his waist. You tug on his hair once again, pulling his head back just enough so your eyes meet right when you come undone. His fingers keep moving a little longer, bringing you down from your high before the last wave of your orgasm dies down and you are brought back to reality.

When his fingers slide out of you, the feeling of emptiness makes you breathe out in dismay and it brings a smile to his lips as he licks his fingers clean and you swear that’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, watch him taste your pleasure on his own fingers.

Glancing down you see the very visible bulge in his pants and you reach down to return the favor you just had the pleasure to get, but his hands wrap around your wrists stopping you, your eyes snapping up to meet his.

“Not now, Love. This was all about you. I’ll be fine.”

“But—“ “No,” he cuts you off shaking his head gently. “Seeing you like this was more than enough for me.”

Biting down on your bottom lip you feel yourself blushing at his words, the whole situation that just went down dawning on you just now. Harry really did just finger you on one of your kitchen stools and it was one hell of an experience for sure.

When your gaze wanders over to his lips you remember how he refused to kiss you and now you actually have the chance to pay more attention to this tiny detail.

“Why didn’t you kiss me?” you ask him, legs falling from his waist as he goes to sit back on his stool. He glances at you, a soft smile on the lips that never touched yours.

“I wasn’t planning to do this, but I just couldn’t stop myself. However, I’m still trying to be a gentleman, so I won’t kiss you until I’ve taken you out on a proper date.”

“I can’t believe you,” you chuckle shaking your head at the absurdity of what he just said. “So you are fine fingering me shamelessly, but you won’t kiss me without a date?” you ask, rephrasing his words.

“That’s right,” he nods, his smile growing into a smirk now. Shaking your head you turn back to your probably cold plate of food, chuckling to yourself.

“Harry Styles, you are… something else.”

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[hecohansen31]

Terrible Thing

A/N: So before you start with this fanfiction you shall know a few thing, first of all: this is my first time writing a (MichaelXReader) story, so I am still trying to find my style, so suggestions are very much appreciated if you have some, although I would prefer if they were worded nicely and with kindness.

Also to this entire mess: English is not my first language, so if you see anything that isn’t right, I am sorry, I am trying to do better and learn from mistakes.

Final disclaimer and then I will finally leave you to the story: this is an AU to the original content, in which the Hawthorne boys are staying over at Robinchaux (for you know... educational purposes...) so that is all and I will take my leave and leave you to enjoy this little piece...

SUMMARY: Boys will be boys, but then girls shall be girls and take their revenge and when one specific warlock we all know decides to do prank another witch... well he is about to learn that a scorned woman is the most dangerous beast of them all (Also, little suggestions: if you want to feel the full extense of this...listen meanwhile reading to “Terrible Things” by AG & Brad Gordon).

WORDS: 3,6 

WARNING: There is no sex, but there is a bit foreplay and dirty talk, alongside a good amount of nudity so... you better read this in your room, alone... 

“BOYS WILL BE BOYS”

… then girls will be girls…

She honestly couldn’t believe that she was now standing in front of a mirror, letting Myrtle handle a pair of scissors near her hair, since a big piece of chewing gum was stuck in there, since Michael Langdon had thought it would be a fun way to use it to get her to finally cut her long mane.

And although she had never been a girl to cry for her hair (not something to be ashamed really, but she thought that in the end “they would have grown out”) she was honestly pissed for the prank which ended badly for her and would soon end badly for Michael.

Myrtle would have to lock down every weapon, and maybe put a few spells of protection on Michael, meanwhile he stayed over at Robinchaux.

-… all done, sweet thing! – chirped the red-haired witch, who lovingly patted her shoulder to sign that they were done and that she had to get her lovely ass off her chair.

And finally (Y/N) met the mirror, watching a (Y/N) with shorter hair, a sight she better gets used to.

-Thank you, Myrtle, you saved my face and Langdon from being burned alive- she mumbled, passing a hand through the hair both to caress the newfound softness and make sure it was her hair, still, although she seemed a stranger in the mirror.

-If it had been Madison, I would be worried about him being burned alive, with you…- and Myrtle lowered to speak next to her ear -… I expect something more, my little witch-.

And they smirked heavily at their newest reflections.

She had never been one to approve the “boys will be boys” thing, since not only it was misogynistic and completely wrong, but it was something that was applied at every age of boy, no matter if they were younglings or full grown-up men.

But what bothered her even more was the “he keeps on pulling your braid, because he likes you” mentality, because men needed to learn better ways to talk to women, without hurting them or making them feel inferior just for the sake of their own insecurity.

So, she had to teach Michael a lesson, one that would gently tell him not to fuck with her… or there would be consequences.

The plan wasn’t that easy to conjure: if Michael Langdon could be an arrogant student, but he was no fool and any invite or try for seduction would probably let him smell the danger of the situation, but not if he was intoxicated in the fumes of alcohol and he thought his prey was in the same condition.

She brushed her hair, letting Zoe help her curl it (she was too scared to burn her ears) meanwhile she searched Madison’s wardrobe for a “fuck-me” dress, knowing she wouldn’t mind, mostly if she never knew it was her who took it, settling on one that, although it was a bit prudish for Madison it was perfect for her, since Michael would be pretty aware if she walked in with a dress fit with a slit and a huge show of cleavage.

She went for a sheer bodycon dress with lace inserts, but conservative cuts on both her legs and her cleavage, reserving all the fun in the backside of the dress, showing a huge and deep “v” cleavage, although with a jacket nothing was shown, but with no hair to cover it it was very evident, highlighting her silhouette.

She had added a bit of make-up, but the center of it had been the bold red lip (“Outlaw” by “Kat Von D”, her favorite one).

And when she was ready, she decked herself in the elegant coat she owned, hoping it might seem expensive enough for the club Hawthorne had visited since they had started staying over at Robinchaux, a gentlemen’s club, whatever that meant.

She honestly didn’t think it was a stripper club or anything related, since the guys didn’t come home smelling of shitty perfumes and still pursued the girls as if they were the only in the world, alongside the fact that teachers weren’t asked to accompany them.

And when she entered it she was surprised by the elegant atmosphere and the waiter asked to take her coat, smiling sweetly but also clearly wondering what the heck was a girl doing here, mostly a clothed woman, since the ones that were there were pretty undressed, serving the men with only lingerie, elegant lingerie.

She should have thought also about that (but at least her panties and bra were matching).

-Looking for someone? – asked the confused waiter and she looked around till she found the trademark blonde curls.

-Found him, now if you excuse me…- she tried to walk seductively in the pumps she wore (stolen from Madison, although she thought that maybe her high-heeled boots would have worked better) feeling his gaze settle on her, but she gave him no mind, looking instead at the table behind theirs, and then faking surprise at the Hawthorne boys who called her name, meanwhile he just kept on his gaze on her body.

“Oh, guys… I didn’t see you there” she joked, meanwhile a few guys on the other side of Michael moved in order for her to move in with them, immediately the guy closest to her wrapped an hand around here shoulder and she fought the impulse to throw it off.

“We come here each night, (Y/N)” mumbled Michael, but she gave it not too much thought, faking of not having heard nothing, meanwhile those famous women in lingerie asked her what she would like to drink.

“What about tequila shots?” the quickest way to get drunk and the funniest way.

“Only if you let us do body shots” commented another Hawthorne boys, and she giggled to masquerade the embarrassment.

“Sorry, guys, but my dress is too expensive but who wants a dance after I am done with the shots?”.

Everyone raised their hands, probably already thinking about their own fantasy of her, naked and at their mercy.

Had they known that she had actually thought this a bit too much, already pushing protection spells on herself and her body, shielding her from any attack of drugs or magic and being a straight up better mage than anyone in Hawthorne, except Michael, she knew they would work.

She only started dancing with Michael after her fifth shots (thanks to the spell she wasn’t getting intoxicated but her liver would kill her for all the amount of alcohol) and her fifth dance partner, everybody had somehow groped her just to feel his hand immediately burn (sorry guys you know how this protection spells are…).

He looked at her benevolently like a teacher with a child, and she played dumb when he asked what she was doing here.

“Just looking for fun, Michael” and then she had hooked her fingers in his bow (they had come in their uniforms and she honestly didn’t understand how all the waitress couldn’t laugh at it, but she guessed they were paid enough just to smile and follow the clients orders , did a female version of this even exist?) “You, boys, are not the only on who can enjoy a night out”.

And she turned around, ignoring him, but keeping her body on his, meanwhile she left a hand go through her hair, as if to show him “his work of art”: no chewing gum anymore and a few inches less.

She also knew she was showing him her slender neck, clearly a perfect place where anybody could place kisses, and he took the hint swiftly.

She moaned at the sensation of his cold lips against it (he had been eating the ice in his drink) and he could feel it by the way she arched, and was focused on getting more out of her, scraping with just the right amount his teeth on her skin.

For a moment, she thought it was honestly the best sensation she had ever felt, but then she thought that it might have been more satisfying seeing her revenge all work out perfectly.

So, she turned around, letting the hair fall back to her neck, before showing them away from her face with a quick gesture of her neck.

“Didn’t think that somebody as distinguished as you might join us here?” and he placed his hand on her hips, getting a curious glance from her “I thought you were lost when I saw you walking here, missed the bus for the library?”.

He wasn’t totally convinced of her seduction, clearly a bit distrusting of the entire pin-up look, meanwhile she thought what might convince him.

“And when are you going to push out the broom in your ass?” she replied, keeping the charm on and falling back in her previous persona  (the bitchy and tough witch, fighting with Michael for the spotlight) which took him by surprise, but then she slipped again in the glam and shy girl of the night “… you are always wound up so tight”.

And she proceeded to reach his shoulder, rubbing them slowly, maintaining eye-contact with him, before moving to lean forward, clearly aiming at his lips but then ultimately going for his ear.

“A good fuck would help you” and then they were in his room, suddenly.

They had danced for a long time at the club, till he had seemed enough satisfied of the teasing and after she had drowned two other drinks, giggling at how he had swiftly and magically transported them in his room after a few too many times she had accidently grinded against his hard length which was pushed against her ass.

And she faked not noticing it, taking in his elegant guest room, which he didn’t share with anyone (a fact which had annoyed her from the start; witches didn’t have single rooms, but he got one… why? Just because he was so special?).

And she was honestly surprised by how elegant and definitely not messy it was but he didn’t seem to care about it as he pushed her against the door, knocking a little picture of the wall, but being enough nice to shield her head from the impact with his arm, before attacking her neck, which she exposed to him, meanwhile she moved her hands in his hair, messing them and feeling a kind of satisfaction knowing he took so much time to get them ready just for them to be smashed away from the hand of a “snobbish and with no taste for fashion whatsoever” witch (his words not hers).

Then their lips met, for the first time in the entire night, and she honestly forgot for a moment what the plan was, lost in the softness of Michael’s lips and the way he elegantly moved next to her, with a calmness that she wouldn’t have thought belonged to him, as if he was kissing him reverently and shyly, asking for constant consent.

And then he let her breath again, again focusing on her neck, with a lot of attention to try to mark her, till she pushed him even farther from her.

“Sweetie, no marks, or people will start wondering” she honestly didn’t want marks on her neck to ruin her plan, but also she would have literally given her soul to feel Michael’s lips on every inch of her.

She wasn’t attracted to him, it was just a reaction of her body, she tried to reason with her body, hoping it was not too lost on lust.

“Let them wonder” and he made a move to duck her hands and go back to his artwork, stopped this time by magic.

“I think it is stupid and animalistic, but if you want… you can leave them under my clothes” and she slowly unzipped the lateral zip of the dress, before letting it flow on the floor, standing in only her underwear, looking at him straight in the eyes and hoping no nervousness was being shown.

And then he was again at her, groping at her bra and trying to unclasp it, something she thought was very natural and easy, but it seemed impossible for him, making her release a laugh sweetly.

“Let me” and she reached out, unclasping it swiftly, but keeping the cups in place with her arms “Am I your first girl?”.

This would explain his hesitation, the way he looked for her approval as a little puppy and finally why he had to puff his feathers so so much.

And maybe that made sense, but he still needed to be taught a lesson in respect.

“…yes” it was a whisper, but she made sure to hear it, smiling at him and cupping his cheek in order to make him meet her eyes “You are not my first time, I have had… other experiences… with boys”.

It should have been no surprise, since he attended Hawthorne, but this was a precious knowledge, alongside an interesting show of faith in her, giving her more and more information on him, since he was always so cockily reserved.

“You like boys?” she asked, more out of curiosity than intention to use it against him.

“Yes, I do” he replied, meanwhile he caressed sweetly her arms, almost as with a scared animal “I like girls too, and I like you”.

She almost broke into a laugh, realizing how the real the theory of “the boy that pulls on the girl’s braid is in love with her” right now, and although she honestly hated it, she was a little swept away by Michael’s sudden sweetness.

But it took her exact five minutes before she remembered he was the manipulator, the one who had made witches cry with just evil glares, the one who had dared Cordelia and fought her with every fiber of being after she had been so kind to him, and lately (although stupidly) the one who had stuck chewing gum in her hair.

“Oh, you are so sweet” and she managed to change the subject letting her bra fall down.

They had moved to the bed, leaving a trace of their clothes, but they were still in their underwear and Michael had dared a “so am I your first man?” when he had seen her struggle with hhis uniform and she had straight up ripped his shirt.

“My first man from Hawthorne, don’t get cocky” she had replied, before pushing him on his bed, and watching the way he elegantly tumbled down, and settling in his lap.

And they had moved from there, grinding and changing their position, keeping on with the kisses and the marks (she honestly hoped not to be naked near Zoe, in the immediate future, but she was also very happy and proud of the one she had left on his collarbone, making him moan to oblivion) but not daring to go further and with the knowledge she was his first girl, she understood his need to be calm.

But she needed to speed up things.

She moved a bit away, to reach out and Michael didn’t care, continuing to kiss her shoulder, before falling down on her chest, continuing his path, meanwhile she blindly reached out, till her hands reached something, Michael’s jacket.

And then she held it up.

-I can’t believe you want to cover me up, after all your struggle! – he made fun of her, moving his hands to her legs, moving up to her clothed core.

-It’s just to cover your eyes, boy wonder- she replied, moving down him, meeting his lips halfway, meanwhile she adjusted his jacket over her his eyes, securing it with a swift knot but making sure he wouldn’t move.

He tried to resist, clearly surprised by her sudden kinkiness, alongside the fact that it might not help that it was their first time and they didn’t trust each other that much, but she slowly purred in his ear, meanwhile with one hand he pushed him back and the other reached for her boxers, and he stopped any futile resistance.

-Indulge my kink, boy wonder, just for a few minutes, if you are not into it, tell me and I will stop- and she continued the probing with her other hand, before sneaking it inside and hearing him gasp, meanwhile his cheeks started blushing -… but your body is not capable of lying, I am pretty sure you are enjoying it-.

-I will use the blindfold with you as soon as I get out of it- he threatened her, but didn’t put any resistance anymore, meanwhile she leaned down to kiss him as a reward.

-Of course, Michael- and then she turned back to admire him, Michael Langdon at her mercy what a wonderful sight.

If she had decided to keep up on her original plan she would have turned back and snapped a picture, but because of Michael’s inexperience and sweet confession she decided to avoid (also because she felt possessive of that sight, what the heck was happening to her).

She grabbed him in her hand and hoped that whatever porn had taught her would work, because in literary fiction they didn’t teach you how to do an handjob.

She started slowly more exploring than actually doing the act, but he seemed to appreciate the slow exploration, hissing as soon as her nails entered the game, but not out of pain.

When she felt courageous enough, she ended up actually starting to pump it, setting up a slow rhythm again and waiting for the telltale signs that she was doing good, meaning his quickening breathe and the low moan, trying to form words out of thin air.

“Please, please, faster…” and she picked up rhythm for a few minutes before going back to her slow one, letting him feel the way his manhood slipped on each of the rings on her hands, making him exhale a little moan, before turning up the rhythm and mixing them in order to make him so lost on the pleasure and trying to guess her rhythm that he didn’t hear her utter anything, not even the little enchantments with which she cast oh him and a copy of her, made through thin air but still concrete enough to give Michael the sensation of a human being, just a bit less talking than (Y/N).

But she straight up hoped he would not care, so lost in the throes of passion.

And then she enchanted her feet not to make a sound as soon as she lifted her dress and put it on, to hide the marks, and all her things and after that she deleted her presence from the room, avoiding making her presence known through magical traces or perfume ones.

And then she straight up exited, the door not even making some kind of noise, thank to magic, and moving to her room, but not to sleep and take a shower, enjoying the thought that Michael Landgon was getting off to a non-existent copy of her, but that wouldn’t be revenge… enough.

She left her dress in her room, to Zoe very much confused look, but she just replied with a “don’t ask” and swiftly moved to the bathroom to push off the make up and the dress, erasing the perfume she had been wearing that night, before wearing her usual plain white nightgown (it was ugly but also vintage and comfy, and she didn’t need to seduce anyone anymore).

She then walked out of the stairs, knowing that in the library there was someone she needed for the final part of the plan.

-Mrs Moore? – she called out, seeing the warlock teacher, who immediately raise his head annoyingly -… very sorry to bother you, but I am pretty sure that Langdon is having someone over-.

Which was against the rules, since this was a school and dormitory needed to be a place of peace and study (and yeah she knew that all the girls had boys over, and some even had each other, but since the warlocks had been over they had tried this in order not to have random hook-ups at breakfast).

-How do you know? – he asked, clearly annoyed by the entire situation and not exactly happy to leave his books.

But he had a chance to get Michael Langdon in trouble, if what she said was true.

-I was coming back from the kitchen for a glass of water and I heard strange noises, like… you know…- and she did her best “little naïve virgin” expression -… sex noises…-.

And he just nodded at her, before getting up and walking past her, and she honestly wanted to follow him just to see him watch Michael thrust himself in thin air, in what John Henry would have thought was a wet dream, a very kinky wet dream.

But she couldn’t or it would confirm the story Michael would give John Henry to justify himself, she was still satisfied with the sudden:

“WHAT THE HELL LANGDON!”

Followed by the…

“WHAT THE HELL, PROFESSOR MOORE?!”

Maybe next time he would think before angering her.

Scorned women were the most dangerous creatures in the universe, after all.

[hazyheel]

Monday Night Raw 4/1/19

The very first segment of the night was a quick one, where Stephanie McMahon announced that the main event of Wrestlemania will be winner takes all. That makes sense, it will proabably unite the championships as well. I think its about time that happened, but too bad for Asuka, getting screwed again.

Next was the real opening segment, with Brock Lesnar and Paul Heyman getting out one last promo. Heyman said that the Universal Championship match will also be winner takes all, because he will take and destroy everything Seth Rollins has. He mentioned how Lesnar beat the streak and how he beat Roman Reigns. Heyman then finished it off by saying that he will absolutely destroy Rollins on Sunday. Rollins interrupted, and said that Wrestlemania 35 will house the biggest match of both of their lives. He told Lesnar that no one wants him in the WWE, which is fair enough. Rollins said that he will do anything to beat Lesnar on Sunday, before nailing a low blow. Lesnar responded with a German suplex, but slipped out of the F5 for another low blow. Rollins landed a superkick and a curb stomp, before holding the belt above his head and walking away. Walking around backstage, Charly told Rollins that if he hit the low blow on sunday, he wouldn’t win the belt. Rollins just shrugged and said that he had it coming.

Grade: B+. I haven’t been the biggest fan of this feud because Rollins felt pretty lost after his Royal Rumble win, but I was into this. Seth fought dirty, and he needed to. Even the part with him holding the belt above his head was good, and I don’t normally like that. But he is already an underdog, so I liked seeing it. This is definitely a match I am looking forward to.

First match of the night was an 8-woman tag match, with all of the Women in the Women’s Tag team championship match in it. Bayley, Sasha Banks, Natalya and Beth Phoenix took on Tamina, Nia Jax and the Iiconics. Banks and Phoenix were arguing early on in the match. Banks botched two arm drags early on in the match, but didn’t look like she got hurt during them, despite slipping off the ropes. The Boss n’ Hug connection argued with the Divas of Doom the entire match, but both teams had infighting. The Iiconics were in throughout the match, as Nia and Tamina refused to tag in. As Bayley was looking for a hot tag, Phoenix nailed Banks with a forearm and took her off the apron before tagging herself in. Phoenix had a good hot tag, culminating in spearing Jax through the barricade and hitting Peyton Royce with a Glam Slam for the win.

Grade: C. Pretty paint by numbers match, but it was good to see Phoenix wrestling again. That is the only thing keeping this out of a gutter grade.

After the match, Batista arrived in the arena for a promo. Batista got a big babyface reaction from the crowd. He showed a video package of all the times that he has pinned Triple H. The extent of the promo was just Batista saying “kiss my ass.” Not going to grade this because it was so short and didn’t have much actual content. But I liked it, I think their promos together have sucked, so I am glad they went for a “short and sweet” route. Weirdly looking forward to this match.

Elias then had a quick segment, where he was outside of the MetLife stadium talking about his big break on Wrestlemania as the musical guest. Not much happened here. 

Then we had Jinder Mahal vs. Apollo Crews in a random lumberjack match. Crews quickly won with a frog splash, and all the lumberjacks brawled in the ring. Titus O’Neil looked good in the scramble, but Crews was again the last man standing. Corey Graves kept saying that Michael Che will win the battle royal. Funny.

Grade: F. This match didn’t need a segment, I don’t think anyone cares.

Next was Kurt Angle’s final match on Monday Night Raw. Before he started, he was showered with “thank you Kurt’s.” He thanked the crowd, and looked pretty upset. They then showed a wonderful video package of Kurt Angle’s career. It detailed the ups and downs of his career, such as his second broken neck, his goofy heel phase, his milk truck attack, and his hall of fame induction. Angle was crying as the package ended, being showered with support from the fans, only for Baron Corbin to ruin it. He made fun of Angle for crying and leaving and such. Corbin said that he couldn’t hang with the wrestlers anymore. Corbin then heeled on the crowd for attacking him on social media. Angle challenged Corbin to a match, but he refuses. Rey Mysterio then came out to be in Angle’s corner. Mysterio then challenged Corbin to a match. He was going to refuse, but sucker punched them before getting overpowered by the faces.

Grade: C. The best part of this feud is when Corbin complains about how the fans say that he doesn’t deserve Angle’s final match. Its funny that it is actually part of the story. Other than that, this sucks. Corbin really doesn’t deserve Angle’s final match, but story wise it kinda makes sense. I liked the beginning of this though.

Charly interviewed Charlotte Flair about the main event of Wrestlemania, saying that the winner take all stipulation only benefits her. That was basically it.

Next up was the Revival vs. Aleister Black and Ricochet for the Raw Tag Team Championships. Why this isn’t on the Wrestlemania card is beyond me. In my opinion, they shouldn’t still be competing in NXT, and they should be on the main card of Wrestlemania. The Revival got a jobber entrance, but put on a mat classic early on in the match. Black and Ricochet actually have awesome double team moves together. Ricochet landed a series of rollups, but they all failed before Wilder sent him into the ropes, where Dawson hit a cheap shot and Wilder hit an awesome gory special for a near fall. Black tried to even the odds on the outside, but they then double teamed him to take him out with a tornado DDT, only for Ricochet to hit his awesome corner dive. Wilder ran back into the ring at 6, but Dawson tripped up Ricochet on his way back into the ring, allowing the Revival to win by count out. After the match, the faces assaulted the champions, with Black hitting a black mass to both of them, and Ricochet hitting Dawson with a 630 senton.

Grade: B. Good match, and I actually liked the finish. I never liked it when WWE treated countouts like dusty finishes, but this is a classic example of a time when it made sense. It was still a definitive finish, even if it was a countout. The heels kinda played dirty, but it came across as smart rather than cowardly. So good stuff to them for a good match and finish, but why are the faces attacking after the bell? That is stupid, and they need to stop doing stuff like that.

Backstage, Charly tried to interview Ronda Rousey, but she just said that she is gonna kill the Riott Squad, and Lynch/ Flair if one of them attacked her. She was shadowboxing very dramatically. Then we had Alexa Bliss talking to the returning Tyler Breeze and EC3. They hyped up the battle royal, and the odd SNL storyline. Braun interrupted and intimidated two guys who supposedly liked Colin Jost and Michael Che. He challenged the two randos to a match. One of the interviewers, whose name I can’t remember, interviewed Roman about whether or not he will be ready for his singles return, but he was quickly attacked by Drew McIntyre, and thrown into a barricade backstage. Love this feud, McIntyre looks crazy, and Roman actually feels like an underdog for the first time in years.

Then we had an interesting 6-woman tag, pitting the Riott Squad against Rousey, Lynch and Flair, but if any of the main eventing women betray her teammates, they will be removed from the Wrestlemania match. Before the match, Lynch said that she will defeat both of her opponents on Sunday, and she said that she made Rousey feel untouchable, which is when she is the most vulnerable (great line). Lynch’s promos have gone downhill since they started actively attempting to write her as a face, but this was pretty good. Tension was high amongst the main event team, jaw jacking with each other before the match started. Flair and Lynch did most of the work during the match, but Rousey forced the tag, and tapped out Liv Morgan. As soon as the bell rang, the three women started fighting, even beating down security before police had to separate them, and Rousey was taken away in handcuffs, only for Lynch to attack while she was handcuffed. She too was cuffed, shouting “again?” as she was. Then Flair attacked both women, and was also cuffed. Rousey and Lynch even kicked at each other in the back of a car, shattering a window. They all fought backstage, and Ronda crashed a car into another car.

Grade: A. The match did not matter to me, but the post-match segment was wild and suspenseful and cool. It gave a sense of danger to the match on Sunday, a type of unpredictability that it has lacked up until this point. I am glad that they didn’t try to say that the main event was in jeoprady, because that is unbelievable. But it was a fun segment.

Next, we came down with a tag match, pitting Bobby Roode and Chad Gable against Heavy Machinery. Lacey Evans did a catwalk in the middle of the match. Heavy Machinery won after an assisted powerslam. No reason for this to happen, but I’m glad they all got time on the show, and they looked good.

Grade: C+. Decent match. Everyone in it was good.

Strowman then had a squash match against a couple jobbers. Good times

Bobby Lashley came out for an interview, asking if he has any concern about the match at Wrestlemania. Lio Rush said that there was absolutely no reason to be worried. Charly then brought up the Demon Finn Balor, but Lashley said that he isn’t scared of it. Balor then announced, with a cool little fade effect, that it will be the demon at wrestlemania.

Grade: D-. I hate this feud. I hate Lashley having the Intercontinental Championship. I hate that they announce when the Demon is coming. Lio Rush is still good, but I hate everything else. It should be Rush and Balor. Rage.

Baron Corbin then took on Rey Mysterio. This was mostly a match for Corbin to be super dominant, while Rey sold his ass off. Mysterio may have tweaked his knee during the match as well. The match was actually half decent, but I just didn’t care. Mysterio hit the 619, but missed the followup splash. Corbin then caught Mysterio running the ropes and hit the deep six for the win. Angle attacked Corbin after the match, locking in the ankle lock.

Grade: C-. Decent action, no story. Definitely an odd main event.

Overall Grade: C-

Pros: Rollins attack; Raw Tag Team Championship; Wrestlemania main event angle

Cons: Lumberjack Match; Lashley Promo; lackluster feel overall.

[otisoverturf]

Darts – The Albums 1977-81 – Album Review

Darts – The Albums 1977-81

7T’s

4CD/DL

Released 21st June 2019

Boxset containing everything Darts recorded for Magnet Records in the band’s halcyon days including number 2 hits Come Back My Love, The Boy From New York City and It’s Raining……LTW’s Ian Canty looks at almost forgotten chart powerhouse of the late 1970s….

People sometimes make the mistake of retrospectively grouping Darts with Glam Rock & Roll revivalists like Mud and Showaddywaddy, but they were in truth miles different. There was nothing really like Darts. Rhythm and Blues crate diggers before the term was invented, they furnished themselves with obscure R&B gems from the 50s instead of just reviving tried and tested 50s Rock hit singles. Crucially they gave them a pure shot of energy which was all their own. Added to that there was the fact that instead of the drape uniforms, their thrift shop chic meant they looked more like they had met in at a bus stop (just like the Kilburns did).

This band of interesting personalities formed in 1976, with bass singer Den Hegarty and Griff Fender recruiting fellow vocalists Rita Ray and Bob Fish (who had previously been with Mickey Jupp’s band). On the musical side bass player Thump Thompson, guitarist George Currie and John Dummer on drums all came in from the latter’s own band, with saxophonist Horatio Hornblower (real name Nigel Trubridge, writer of a majority of Darts’ self-penned material) and Hammy Howell on piano completeing the line up. Hegarty, Fender, Ray and Hornblower had all previously been part of Rocky Sharpe And The Razors (Sharpe have some success with the backing of the Replays).

A nine piece band with four singers, they had more than enough musical muscle, energy and vocal finesse to apply to any given situation that occurred in their own compositions, as well as those choice cover selections. Their lives shows were manic, theatrical and full of ribald humour and even a young Johnny Rotten was espied checking them out in 1977 (Kate Bush also attended a Darts’ gig, despite keeping the band off the Number One spot with Wuthering Heights). Later on they were an undoubted influence on the main Two Tone bands. For example Madness were fans and certainly approached their frantic stage show in a manner akin to Darts. The Specials and future Magnet label mates Bad Manners employed a similar all-action approach in concert to them as well.

The glowing reputation they rapidly gained in concert meant they were snapped up by the aforementioned Magnet Record label. Their debut single, a mash-up of Daddy Cool and The Girl Can’t Help it, steamed all the way up into the Top Ten. It worked as the perfect introduction to the band – Daddy Cool was an old Doo Wop b-side, Darts musically gave it a fast workout and Hegarty’s mugging on Little Richard’s The Girl Can’t Help It was priceless. It was quick, witty and fun and deservedly started the band on a long run of chart success in the UK.

Coming out at roughly the same time as the single, the self-titled first album generally pleased most fans of their high-octane live act and provided another smart hit in the guise of Come Back My Love, the first of three number two singles in a row. Not merely appealing to the Teddy Boy revival (in fact they were not well-received by that fraternity, as Griff states in the sleevenote that accompanies this boxset), Darts played alongside New Wave acts (and I’ve been told they featured in the Sounds New Wave chart at one point) and their sheer energy and exuberance helped them pick up fans from all sides.

On this first LP Young Blood is powered along by some decidedly sleazy sax and a great vocal from Rita, it has a real swagger to it. Darts were always a ruder proposition than they first seemed and could pen a punchy piece of R&B like the memorable Shotgun. Years before the bloody Flying Pickets, they did some fine Doo Wop acapella on Sometime Lately and showed that away from raw Blues they could also handle pretty sounding 50s Pop expertly, like on another cool band original Bells In My Heart.

It made sense that the LP went out on a real highlight of their live set, another concoction of songs which featured I’m Mad, Fancy Man, Framed, Trouble and Riot In Cell Block No.9, all put together in a maniac/comic style. It was a show-stopping end to what was a very good first Darts LP. The bonus tracks on this disc are the single version of Come Back My Love which has a shorter vocal intro and raucous semi-instrumental b-side Naff Off.

Though the debut was good, the best was to come on second LP Everyone Plays Darts. Probably their most satisfying record, it brought together all the flash and flair that made the band so special. From the word go it is excellent, a non-stop cavalcade of fun that was as smart as it was entertaining. Rita’s velvety voice works wonderfully on big hit The Boy From New York City, an irresistible vocal performance which shot up the charts and kicks off Everyone Plays Darts.

This record was in a way the perfect music for 1978 – a bit more retro than the Rezillos (in fact Make It could almost be them), but matching their sense of fun and scattershot musical thump. Honey Love has an exotic rhythm with the band camping it up marvellously and Hegarty milks the comedy value of My Friend’s Wife for all it is worth. Another hit was the sublime It’s Raining, a Griff Fender song that showed Darts not to be confused with mere tribute acts that had to rely on covers for singles.

Howell showcases his piano skills on the Hammy’s Boogie (don’t run away, it isn’t Jools Holland!) and Late For Work is another comic ace from Den’s playbook. This is why Everyone Plays Darts is so entertaining – they can skilful navigate from a comedy number like that to heavenly Doo Wop on Late Last Night or killer R&B or dirty Soul strut in I Gotta Go Home – but it is still all recognisably Darts and everything they try here is pulled off with a real flourish. Everyone Plays Darts is just a great record.

Along with single versions of tracks on the LP we get both sides of the Don’t Let It Fade Away single (another Top 20 hit) and Messing Shoe Blues as bonus tracks – only Den Hegarty could get away with a Blues Rocker about stepping in dogshit! After this album a big-selling compilation entitled The Amazing Darts was issued before their third LP proper Dart Attack.

Before the next album Darts were dealt a blow when founder Den Hegarty announced he was leaving to look after his terminally ill father. Later he would have a minor hit with the song Voodoo Voodoo and appear on the Clash album Sandinista, as well as hosting a few TV series including Saturday morning institution Tiswas. He was replaced by Kenny Andrews, who made his debut on Duke Of Earl single and Dart Attack LP. He was a more than adequate replacement vocally, but the album does miss some of the comic insanity Den specialised in. Duke Of Earl was a faithful rendition of a quite well-known song, not their usual modus operandi. Maybe this was Darts steadying the ship in the wake of Den’s exit?

The album is solid enough and contained two more minor hit singles in the guise of Can’t Get Enough Of Your Love and a version of Jackie Wilson’s Reet Petite. Curiously it has four songs that begin with the word Don’t – perhaps an unconscious message that all was not well as their run of hits appeared to be tailing off? Putting such speculation aside, Can’t Get Enough Of You Love surely deserved a better fate as a single than just brushing the Top 50 – it is elegant and catchy Pop with a 50s feel and even commences with a sitar sound, a first for Darts.

Don’t Look Back Now was another more or less straight Pop winner and the beaty and brassy Goodbye Brenda has a touch of the Beach Boys in its vocal arrangement. Cool Jerk may have been a bit of an obvious choice for a cover, but it does recall the band’s mad live energy. There isn’t much wrong with Dart Attack, but I suppose as trends changed and we approached the 80s with synths moved in perhaps there wasn’t a place for the band in the UK record buying public’s heart anymore.

The bonus tracks appended to this disc however are excellent and surprising. Both the self-penned Get It single (with a touch of Time Is Tight in the intro) and flipside How Many Nights are fine efforts, which deservedly returned them to the upper reaches of the singles chart. But the real eye openers for me are the other two bonuses. I Have It My Way is an out-and-out Steve Marriott music hall job, complete with banjo and riotous ending featuring Police sirens, barking dogs, wild threats and various other mayhem! When you thought Darts couldn’t pull anything out of the hat you didn’t expect, they do this. The final song Sing Out The Old, Bring In The New is marked “album outtake”, but seems to me more like a projected Christmas single that never was, complete with Wizzard-style kids chorus. It stayed in the vaults, a shame as I reckon it would have been a yuletide smash.

By the time of the final album featured here Darts Across America in 1981 (only released in the US), fashions had changed and the band’s chart career had drawn to a close. Though a Rockabilly revival was just hitting the UK courtesy of the Stray Cats, that was never what Darts were about. Perhaps they aimed this record at the US thinking that was the home of R&B and might take the band to its heart? It never paid off, but Darts Across America isn’t a bad record at all.

The album’s big single, a revival of the Four Seasons’ Lets Hang On, had got the band back on Top Of The Pops and in the UK Top 20 in the early part of 1980, but again choosing such a well known song signalled all was not rosy in the Darts’ camp. Follow up Peaches And Cream barely made the Top 75, which was a shame as if it was released in 1978 it would have surely breached the Top 10, but times had moved on. A double A side pairing which featured a new take of Sh-Boom (originally on the debut album) and Irving Berlin’s White Christmas felt like the band were getting desperate. So much for the singles.

For this album Darts focussed more on their Soul side, which was at times very good, but lost a little of the R&B toughness and crazed havoc that informed what they did so well. Speedo nicely re-introduces back a bit of the comic fun they were known for and the quick strut/mash up of Joe Tex’s Show Me and Berry Gordy’s Do You Love Me authentically recaptures the classic Darts style of old. Only percussion accompanies acapella singing on False Alarm (bonus track Green For Go is structurally similar) and Sad And Lonely is a more than decent ballad, but overall it struggles to make the impact of the previous three LPs

Bonus tracks include both sides of the Jump Children Jump single, the first Darts’ 7″ to miss the charts entirely. But the hook for hardcore Darts fans may well be the last five bonuses, from the projected Frantic Attack album of 1980 that remained unreleased. They generally show Darts moving towards the Soul direction of Darts Across America, with Rita Ray working wonders on Holland Dozier Holland’s Feelin’. But the best efforts for me are bright sax instrumental Tight Lines and the Doo Wop Reggae (!) of Hey Jo Girl, which isn’t actually that far in sound from the Tow Tone bands they inspired in the first place….

To put it very simply, Darts were just extremely good at what they did. Their full on and fun approach yielded twelve hits singles and three top 20 LPs over the four year period this boxset covers, making them clearly one of the biggest bands in the country during 77/78/79. They were in the business of effortlessly supplying that joyful rush that only great Pop Music can only provide. For a few years they really had a magic touch.

Darts still play the occasional gig and you can put your shirt on it still being the wildest show in town. Above all Darts richly deserve a bit of respect (and this boxset), it was plain to see they were one of the finest Pop outfits the late 70s spawned. Hopefully this set will help people see how good they really were. They rarely put a foot wrong and constructed a steady stream of cool grooves that were imbued with one thing a lot of bands think they offer but few really do – tune into the pure fun of Darts right here.

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