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Antonio Pugliese - “Breathless”

Sonorità brit-pop anticipano il nuovo album del cantautore barese

 Un brano scritto di getto, che elabora una risposta a un dubbio esistenziale, scegliendo di smettere di rincorrere ciò che si ha già. “Breathless” è il singolo che anticipa “Split Soul”, il terzo album in studio di Antonio Pugliese, scritto in un periodo in cui il cantautore sentiva fortemente la necessità di realizzare qualcosa di forte e, allo stesso tempo, che potesse rappresentare tutto quello che lo circondava.

“Era il 2022, avevo un po’ di idee sparse, forse ero arrivato ad un bivio, continuare oppure mollare.
 Una parte di me non riusciva ad accettare tutto questo e quindi ho messo tutto in pausa e ho iniziato ad osservare tutto quello che vedevo quotidianamente, tutto ciò che accadeva dinnanzi ai miei occhi, tutto quello che avrei voluto cambiare, tutto quello che pensavo fosse necessario avere per poter essere felice ed allo stesso tempo tutto quello che le persone ricercavano per essere felici e appagate.” Antonio Pugliese

“Breathless” (senza respiro) è stato scritto e registrato in una notte rientrando da un viaggio in California, sotto l’onda di molteplici vibrazioni positive.  “La mia prospettiva artistica ed umana aveva subito un duro confronto con la realtà, mi sono sentito libero di sognare, non avrei mai potuto interrompere quello che avevo in mente, quello che avevo visto e toccato con mano, quella forte sensazione di cambiamento che sentivo in me, dovevo cogliere tutto quello che avevo in mente in quel preciso momento.” Antonio Pugliese

“Breathless” parla dell’ultima spiaggia. Quando in amore, nel lavoro, nella vita ed in tutte le piccole cose, spesso ci preserviamo per momenti migliori, senza riuscire a goderci realmente quello che quotidianamente viviamo, assillati da inutili pensieri. Ma non ha senso aspettare qualcosa o qualcuno, perché il tempo perso non si recupera e incaponirsi alla ricerca della felicità lascia infine senza respiro. Le sonorità di questo brano attingono dagli anni ‘80 e ‘90, dalla new wave, con una forte impronta indie rock e una chiara influenza brit-pop.  

 Antonio Pugliese è un musicista e cantautore italiano di Bari. È un chitarrista e polistrumentista. Dopo una serie di singoli ed Ep con alcune band, pubblica il suo album di debutto, “All I Need”, nel 2013, che raccoglie un buon successo commerciale. Dopo aver trascorso gran parte del 2013 in tournée suonando in festival e locations esclusive, ha pubblicato il suo secondo lavoro, “My Name Is Antho” nel 2014. Nel 2014 fonda l’omonima band My Name Is Antho con la quale gira il Regno Unito per circa due anni. Dopo una pausa temporanea, durante la quale diventa padre di due figli che chiama Lennon e Liam, ispirati ai suoi due artisti preferiti, John Lennon e Liam Gallagher, nel 2020 pubblica il singolo acustico Changes. Nel 2022 pubblica il singolo “Bite The Bullets”, in cui emerge un lato più duro e graffiante che si rifà al brit-rock degli anni 90’. La sua ultima creazione, “Split Soul”, uscirà nell'aprile 2023, anticipata dal singolo “Breathless”. “Split Soul” è il culmine degli ultimi dieci anni della vita di Antonio Pugliese, un album pieno di intense scoperte personali in un vorticoso sfondo di messaggi di speranza, delusioni, sobrietà ritrovata, pensieri oscuri, gioia immensa, fregature, pensieri tossici, noia, personaggi pubblici e gratitudine. Antonio sarà in tournée per promuovere l'album per tutto il 2024. In contemporanea con “Split Soul” ha scritto un secondo album che potrebbe uscire alla fine del 2023 o, probabilmente, agli inizi del 2024.

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Caught Part III

Atsumu x fem Reader, Sakusa x fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW

About: Just smut. Idk how to make a summary for that lol

Words: ~ 1,4 k

Part I II Part II II Part IV

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"Now I'll give you the best you've ever had."

His lips immediately attach to yours, hungrily, greedy, kissing you impatiently after the long wait for his turn. Your hazy mind takes a second to proceed what's going on, to realize that his lips move against yours, until you kiss him back deeply. His tongue finds it's way into your mouth- his silver tongue that brought you into so much trouble during the interview, is now actually devouring your lips.

His big hand moves from your neck down to your bare back, sending shivers down your whole body at his soft and surprisingly gentle touch. You arch your back and press your tits against his chest, causing him to groan into the kiss.

"Fuck, your body is perfect, princess. All mine now."

Sakusa scoffs at Atsumu's words. The tent in his pants is aching from being neglected for so long- but the only way he wants to cum is inside of you, and he wants to see the show Atsumu promised- the best orgasm of your life- how pretty your face would look when you scream in pleasure, in utmost bliss during your high... the only thought that kept him sane for the moment being.

Atsumu hisses when your hand moves to his hair and tug on it, urging him to kiss you again. "Slow down, I'll take care of ya."

His hands move to your bare shoulders and push you back to the couch. He grabs your wrists and places them above your head with a smug smirk- the same smirk he gave you during the interview. The smirk that makes your heart skip a beat and your thighs clench together- that bastard knows how to play.

"Let's see... I'm gonna be nice and gentle if ya keep yer hands up. Can you do that for me, princess? Can ya keep them there? Or do I have to tie you up, my pretty little doll?"

Your lips part when he seductively whispers the last words into your ear, a slight whimper escaping your lips at the thought of him tying you up. His sudden dominance caught you off-guard, and you submissively nod, eager to let him have his ways with you. His eyes glisten mischievously, and he pecks your cheek quickly. "Good girl. Let me give you a reward."

His lips move to your neck, down to your chest and leave the softest, most teasing kisses ever. Your back archs up into his mouth when he kisses your stomach, your skin now sensitive to the maximum. You feel the urge to touch him, but hold yourself back, not wanting him to stop now. His fingers hook into the waistband of your skirt, immediately pulling it down along with your underwear.

You're now completely exposed, involuntarily trying to close your legs, but you stand no chance against Atsumu's iron grip. Your cunt is glistening from your high before, and still throbbing eagerly for more.

Atsumu's eyes take in the sight of your exposed cunt shamelessly, his gaze turning darker with lust when he suddenly smells your arousal. So sweet and tasty-

Sakusa's lips curl into a satisfied grin when he sees the mess between your legs- the mess he created, and a proud huff leaves his lips while he leans back and enjoys the show. He will get his sweet time with you later, making sure to show you real pleasure. Pleasure only he can give you.

"All mine, hmm? Tell me, princess, what do you want me to do now?"

Your breath gets unsteady when Atsumu leans down and blows cold air on your wet pussy. You hand almost moves down to press his face between your legs, to get him to tongue fuck you, with that goddamned skilled tongue of his- but you hold yourself back.

"C'mon princess. Don't make me wait. What do ya want me to do?" Atsumu kisses your inner thighs, leaving playful bites on your sensitive skin, causing moans to erupt from your lips. It's too much-

"Eat me out. Please, Atsumu."

Heat rushes to your cheeks when you hear yourself- how desperate and needy you sound, how breathless- and he did the bare minimum so far. Anticipation of how good this tongue could fuck you- to see if he would be able to give you what you need- your mind can't stop thinking about him, and he looks straight into your eyes before he positions himself in front of your cunt.

"Everythin' for my princess."

He gives you a long lick along your slit, and your hands fist the bed sheets at the sudden bliss. "Y-Yes, just like that." You whimper when his eager lips find your clit, sucking and playing teasingly slow, steadily increasing the speed. His hands wrap your thighs over his shoulders while he eats you out like there is no tomorrow. His tongue delves into your hole, the wetness of his spit mixing with your arousal, and you clench around him involuntarily. Atsumu groans satisfied when you throw your head back, your eyes rolling back when his thumb rubs your clit simultaneously. You feel like you could explode anytime- he didn't lie when he said he'd give you the best orgasm of your life. He only started, but you're embarrassingly close to your high. Atsumu feels your body tensing, and his chuckle sends vibrations directly to your cunt.

"C'mon, princess. I know I'm good, but I wanna enjoy this a bit longer. Don't come too fast."

The lewd sound leaving your lips at his words echoes through the room, making Sakusa stare at you with a primal urge- the urge to hear this sound again, to make you scream again.

"She's into dirty talk. Atsumu. You need to be verbal with her." Sakusa's voice is hoarse, he clears his throat and eyes your naked body from the top to the bottom. How can someone look as hot and tempting as you?

"Omi, I'm a bit busy here, how about you talk to her?" Atsumu lifts his face only enough to scoff at him before he proceeds to fuck you mercilessly with his tongue. You whimper when he goes deeper, spurred by Sakusa's complains, his thumb now moving faster and fucking you so good-

You barely realize that Sakusa got up and came closer, only to kneel beside you. His bare chest lifts heavily, his face displaying the lust and need he feels while he leans down to your ear.

"Such a dirty girl. Enjoying to get railed while I watch. Are you so greedy to be fucked-" his lips touch your earlobe, slowly kissing the sweet spot right below your ear. "N-no, I'm not-" you moan loudly, your voice breathless when his hand moves to your breast and squeezes it. His thumb gently brushes against your hardened nipple, and you do your best not to grab his hand and to press it closer to your body.

"Yes, you are. But don't worry, I'm gonna make sure you won't be able to walk when I'm done with you. I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you will never want anything else but my cock."

His words are a promise- you know that much. And Atsumu's tongue between your legs isn't helping your heartbeat to calm down either. Your body is on fire, and can't hold back at the overwhelming sensations.

Atsumu, who eats you out with the expertise of someone who knows exactly where your weaknesses are, even though you met him for the first time. His thumb, now joining by his index finger, rubbing your clit in a circular motion, going faster and slower teasingly, only fueling the fire inside of you. Sakusa's hands, grabbing your tits, squeezing them, and rubbing your sensitive nipples. His lips, moving hypnotically against your neck.

"K-Kiyoomi- Atsumu- I- I can't- I'm gonna cum-"

You whimper, their names the only audible words, and you scream when you approach your high. Atsumu grabs your thighs harder, making it impossible for you to escape, while he prologues your high skillfully, not caring about the lack of oxygen- not when you moan his name in a lewd way like this.

Sakusa's deep voice whispers sweet nothings in your ear, "Such a good girl. Cum for us, show us how lewd you are," and takes in the sight of your face when you drown in pleasure.

You don't know how long it takes you to come down from your high, your body now covered in a thin layer of sweat, while Atsumu slowly gets up and licks his lips. He drank every single drop you spilled, every bit of arousal between your legs, now licking his fingers clean too. "Tastiest pussy I've ever had. I'd eat you out every single day, princess, if you'd let me."

Sakusa raises his head too, looking at you in awe while your mouth is still wide open from the silent screams at your high. Your cunt still squeezes around nothing- Atsumu was right. He indeed gave you the best you've ever had.

"Look at her, Omi. Her hands are still up. Such a obedient little doll. We're gonna have so much fun together. Just the three of us."

Atsumu leans down to to kiss your lips and rubs your thighs reassuringly. He pulls back after a moment and exchanges a short glance with Sakusa. They don't need words to understand each other. They both want the same.

You.

"Now get on all fours, princess."

[unadulterated-strawberryniall]

Normal People, Abnormal Jobs. [Chapter 2]

Normal People, Abnormal Jobs. Relationships in the entertainment industry are never easy. Scheduling is nearly impossible, paparazzi hound you down every date, and everyone seems to weigh in their opinion. Is it possible to have a soulmate with such a demanding career?

Loosely inspired by the 2020 Hulu drama, Normal People, this story explores the possibility of finding true love in a world motivated by reputation, scandal, and money. Touching on themes of love, mental health, and adulthood, Normal People, Abnormal Jobs navigates how two musicians from opposing worlds maneuver a destiny that consistently pulls them together. It’s challenging, yes, but if it’s true love, it’s worth it.

Chapter 1.

The thumping bass of whatever house music was playing was starting to give me a headache. I wasn’t really one for the club scene. I fell more into the hole-in-the-wall pub scene. Better yet, just having a glass of wine at home. 230 Fifth, one of New York’s iconic rooftop bars, felt like a universe away from where I really wanted to be.

It felt like I had been waiting here for hours, when in reality, as I checked my watch, I’d only been here for 23 minutes. I yawned as my phone screen flashed, reminding me of tomorrow’s packed schedule. I know I hadn’t been here long, but it all felt useless, and I figured now would be a great time to make an escape.

Pushing through the crowd on the dancefloor, I started to think how silly I was for even showing up in the first place. After finishing my interviews, I threw myself into a complex beauty routine, exfoliating my skin, tweezing any loose eyebrow hairs, and giving my nails a fresh coat of polish. All on the off chance I ran into Niall tonight, which clearly wasn’t happening.

Would your nails seduce him? Would he be so wowed by your clean eyebrows that he’d want to sleep with you? Stupid. Waste of time. Of course he doesn’t want you.

Don’t go to war with yourself.

If he wanted to see you, he’d be here. With you. You’re getting stood up.

Everything that’s happening to you is what’s supposed to be happening to you, so just relax.

I gave my head a shake, hoping the motion would physically shake the voices from my mind. I felt someone grab my wrist, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“‘Ey! I was hopin’ I’d see ya tonight!” The accent rang through my ears, over whatever high pitched synth was ringing through the speakers, and immediately brought a sense of relief. “Are ya leavin’?” He raised an eyebrow at me, flicking his gaze from my eyes to the direction of the door I was heading to.

“I…” I couldn’t find the words to say as the grip from his fingertips left me feeling more intoxicated than any cocktail I’d ever had.

“Let me treat ya to a drink.” He took a step closer to me, placing my hand on his chest. “What would ya like?”

“Vodka cranberry.” I breathed out, just loud enough for him to hear. My fingers grazed against the open buttons of his shirt, where little wisps of chest hair poked out. He grabbed my hand again, leading me to the bar.

As he leaned over the counter top to catch the attention of a bartender and order our drinks, I couldn’t help but begin to think how hauntingly beautiful he was. My eyes scanned his body, from his hair, thick and perfectly disheveled, to the flecks of gold in his facial hair, to his biceps, which flexed gently as he leaned against the counter, to his long, skinny legs, that ended with the off-white converse on his feet. I felt breathless around him. My stomach began to twist, and I placed a reassuring hand against it while taking a deep breath.

Niall glanced at me. “You alright?”

I didn’t respond immediately, but the bartender commanded his attention with the drinks before he could say anything else. He had ordered something dark, perhaps a rum and coke? I couldn’t tell.

“Let’s find somewhere t’ chat.” He whispered in my ear, leading the way out of the club to an outdoor portion of the bar. 

Since most of the party was focused on the dancefloor, this area was nearly empty, and Niall pulled me over to the balcony. 

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” He looked out to the various buildings, most notably, the Empire State Building. The building was flashing rainbow lights towards the top.

“Yeah, it is.” I mumbled. But I wasn’t looking at the skyline. I was looking at Niall. A light breeze ran through the air, whirling a tuft of Niall’s hair with it. He turned to face me and smiled.

“That was a fuckin’ great performance earlier. But I saw ya cryin’ after. Everything ok?” He took a sip of his drink, not taking his eyes off me.

I blushed. “Oh, well… I’m fine now. I was dealing with a lot of anxiety leading up to this. First performance in a long time, you know? I guess it was just a release after the build up. I dealt with a lot of mental shit throughout the pandemic. Anxiety, depression, isolation… Not that I was the only one but… It was tough.” I realized I was rambling and took a sip from my glass to fill the silence that ensued. The ice rattled against the glass as my hand shook uncontrollably.

“It’s very brave of ya t’ talk about dat.” Niall pointed out.

“I didn’t mean to.” I looked down. 

Niall took a step closer to me. “No, it’s great. We need more people like ya. I deal with dat shit too sometimes. I don’t like to talk about it. You’re much braver than me.”

I shrugged, unsure of what to say. I wasn’t the best at handling compliments, and I hardly thought going on about mental issues was worthy of one.

“I didn’t get to catch your performance. Wish I did, though.” I placed my half-empty glass on the table beside me.

Niall turned out to face the view, leaning against the railing. “Eh, it was alright. Happy to be back on stage.”

“I didn’t think you’d be into my music, to be honest.” I chewed my lip, wondering what the hell caused me to say that.

That was the small talk you chose?

“What makes you say dat?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“I’m a bit more… grungier than your sound.” I was referring to my brand as a punk artist, while I knew Niall had settled into an acoustic pop genre. In honesty, I hadn’t heard much of his music myself. But I would have to live under a rock to be unaware of his presence in One Direction.

“I listen t’ everything. Rock, rap, country, dubstep.”

I laughed, but Niall kept a straight face.

“I’ve been following you for awhile. On the charts.”

“Wow. I wouldn’t have expected that.”

“There’s no one like you, Mina. You’re one of a kind.” Niall turned to face me once again, and I realized he’d already finished his drink. Our bodies were brushing up against each other at this point, and I could feel myself being drawn into him like a tidal wave.

“Is what I think about to happen going to happen?” I closed my eyes, feeling Niall’s breath hit my face.

“Yeh.” He whispered.

“I don’t think it would be good... If people found out…” But my hands were already slinking their way around his waist.

“No one would have to know.”

And before I could get another word out, his lips were pressed against mine. 

Fire, electricity, all the forces in the universe clashing together and colliding between us. I pushed my body against his, desperate to feel him. All of him. His hands were placed gently on my cheeks, which were growing hotter by the second. He nipped his tongue against my bottom lip, making me crave him even more. I nibbled at his lips, praying to every possible deity that this moment would never end.

Why are you so obsessed with him? Creepy bitch.

This is nice. Just let yourself be happy.

You don’t deserve to be happy.

I pulled away almost immediately, bringing my hands to my eyes.

“Are ya okay?” Niall mumbled simply, although he looked like he’d just been hit by a truck. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were wide. He was taking soft, shallow breaths.

“Fine.” I coughed, swallowing the lump in my throat. “That was nice.” I turned back to face him, forcing a smile.

He peered at me for a moment, but didn’t press whatever curiosities he had further. “It was. We should do it again.” He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine.

The sheer force made my knees feel weak. I wanted to collapse. It was all too much, too soon. My stomach twisted. I felt at any moment I was going to be sick.

This time, Niall pulled away. “Mina, I can feel something’s wrong. It’s alright. We don’t have to do dat anymore.” He nodded, taking a step back to give me space.

I leaned against the wall of the building, tilting my head back and closing my eyes. I took deep breaths to steady myself, cursing myself for reacting this way. I couldn’t figure out exactly how long I’d been standing there, but when I opened my eyes, I noticed Niall sitting in front of me, watching me intensely.

“You don’t need to stay.” I whispered.

“Of course I do. I’m not leavin’ you out here alone.” He shook his head. “Take all the time you need, I’ll get you back to your place when you’re ready.”

“Niall-” I began to protest, but he stood up and pressed a finger to my lips. I wondered if he was aware of the effect he had on me.

He returned to his seat, giving me a nod.

“I’m sorry, it’s just, before the pandemic, I went through this breakup-” I started again.

“You don’t need to explain anything t’me. Just relax.”

I stared at him for a few more moments before deciding it was time to wrap up the night. Niall hailed a cab for us, opening the door for me and helping me in, all without letting go of my hand. He never pressed for conversation, he never pressured me to kiss him, he simply offered a hand to hold. A hand that I held desperately until the very end of the cab ride.

“Would you like me to walk you to your room? Obviously not to…” Niall paused. “But t’ make sure yer safe.”

I nodded. My eyes felt heavy and suddenly, I couldn’t stand the thought of not being in bed anymore. Niall helped me out of the taxi, and I dragged my feet along the shiny hotel floors, my eyes closing while Niall led the way. It suddenly occurred to me how emotionally draining the day had been. The anticipation leading up to the performance, the breakdown after the performance, the interviews, and of course, everything with Niall. I was too tired to feel anxious anymore. I could feel myself slipping in and out of consciousness.

I don’t remember getting to my room, or changing into pajamas, or even falling asleep. But I do know that the following morning, when my alarm blared to wake me up for today’s interviews, a pair of beautiful, blue eyes greeted me as I opened mine.