#was he just smashing watermelons before it escalated? something to think on

[theartisticintrovert]

Double: Initial Thoughts (Pre-VD)

ok this beat slaps

MY BOY THERE HE IS!!!

i was right this is 90% a Niko song

(longer, more involved theory-crafting under the cut)

I WAS RIGHT he WAS meant to protect mikoto!!! and the fact that he calls himself the "newborn other you" supports my theory that he's new, probably forming either right before or right after the murder.

"I don't even know the reason why I'm here" and "[He's a liar,] you said, and made me out to be a scoundrel, why?" sounds a lot like even Niko doesn't fully remember what happened. Also, I looked into the lyrics (as I do), and I found some interesting bits in that second line. Take this with a grain of salt, I'm not a native Japanese speaker, but I did my best to look at resources from fluent speakers (like Japanese dictionaries) to explain nuances.

I find it interesting that they chose to translate 悪者 (warumono) as "scoundrel", rather than something else. Literally, it means "bad guy" (warui = bad, mono = someone/person), and thus could be translated a number of ways. Villain, bad guy, ruffian, rascal, etc. So why scoundrel? Is it another case of strange translation, or does it mean something about Niko?

Also....considering how clear the first MV was with 1) WHERE the murder happened, as well as 2) the Kotos whacking an Actual Human Person, I strongly doubt that the implied Subway Rampage happened here. In fact, the entire thing feels like it's happening while Mikoto is having a mental breakdown and lashing out. None of it feels real, not like MeMe did (at least, the parts taking place outside Mikoto's brain).

I think Mikoto is (or at least was) suffering from the culture of overwork that's common in Japan: karoshi, or "death from overworking". Obviously he's not dead, but he definitely wasn't looking so hot in that MV. Eyebags, dark circles, exhausted posture, and bedraggled appearance were just a few things I picked up on my first run-through. His clothes, while fashionable, are loose, baggy, and cover his body completely. For someone like Mikoto, who's so meticulous about how he appears to others, to purposely dress like this? It contrasts so much with his flashy hair and piercings that one has to wonder why?

It's a ruse. Just like how peacocks have false eyes on their tails to deter predators, I think Mikoto's flashiness is meant to draw attention away from everything else. Any inconsistencies can be explained away with a makeup mishap (because you can't tell me this man doesn't wear foundation and concealer at a minimum), and having stylish clothes distracts from how otherwise baggy they are. Baggy clothes in themselves are a smokescreen, too. They hide your physical form, making it so it's harder to tell the true build of someone underneath.

Kotoko uses this to disguise herself in Harrow, which leads to the police looking for a bulky, middle-aged man instead of a 20 year old female college dropout. Mikoto uses his clothes differently, meant to distract from anything "concerning" about him that can't be brushed away with a laugh or a smile. I think he's trying to hide being too thin or malnourished, since stress and overwork can lead to fatigue, poor nutrition, and a host of skin problems. Hiding that behind baggy clothes and a layer of makeup means his ditz mask works better, and anyone sharp enough to look past it....well. I'm not actually sure he's met anyone like that, if his phone call with his mother was any indication.

The point is, I'm worried about him. I think his murder was a result of a mental breakdown but not, as I thought earlier, from anger, but from stress. Stress from overwork that led him to the point of death, and it was just bad luck that meant it was someone else's rather than his own.

Again, this is all just a theory, and I haven't listened to the VD yet. But I will say this; I've been there, and while I haven't killed anyone over it there were times I got damn close. I may not agree with him, but I understand, especially if he has nobody who knows the Real Him. I was lucky enough to be able to vent to my friends about my job and school before my stress breakdown consumed me, but I don't think he has anyone like that.

Godspeed, Mikoto. Lord knows you need it.

[monkey-network]

Good Stuff's Best of 2019

WARNING: Just wanted to say cheers to you for making it through another year. I send you best wishes for next year to be fruitful. Thank you, take care out there, and enjoy. (Best of 2017) (Best of 2018)

Dedicated to Russi Taylor, John Witherspoon, Rip Torn, Tartar Sauce, Caroll Spinney, Peter Matthews, and the many of KyoAni lost in the arson incident. You all did wonderful; rest in peace.

Welp, I figured the last year of this decade would be the most chaotic one by far, then again everything peak after 2012. As for now, I am counting down the best cartoons/animations/comics I’ve seen and loved this year in no particular order other than #1. Same rules apply: No sneak previews of future projects, no repeats, and this time anything goes.

Runner Ups: Superman Smashes the Klan, Marvel’s Aero, Infinity Train, Enter the Florpus, Amphibia, Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart, Helluva Boss, Meta Runner, Lego Movie 2, Forky Asks a Question

Anyways, Badda boom bang whiz, let’s do this shizz...

10. Super Mario Bros GT

Nostalgia can be quite a mystery, especially one that can come out of nowhere. Super Mario Bros Z kicked so much ass as a kid that now, it still frustrates me to this that it got a cease & desist from Nintendo, even the reboot from the same person couldn’t last long. But the gods have offered a slight miracle in the form of this new spiritual successor that has heart and soul put into every pixelated frame. There is much to celebrate with Youtube animation, where many say it’s dying due to the algorithm and all of the site’s corporate bullshit, but it’s stuff like this which helps me understand why we should celebrate. Against all odds, channels like Smasher Block willfully put their works out their for the people and continues to because on top of getting a little dough, it’s what they want to do.

9. DC SUPER HERO GIRLS (2019)

Awwwwww yeah, this is She-Ra and the Princesses of Power done right. Diverse female squad, each given a quality screen time to truly shine (Beecher especially) on their which makes the episodes where they’re all together feel earned and joyous to watch. Certainly reminds me of Friendship is Magic, which is coincidental since they were created by the same woman. I’d like to think this and MLP G4 were the answers to Faust’s cancelled project Milky Way and the Galaxy Girls where multiple personalities collide to one extraordinary superhero team of girls capable great feats that are lifted from their insecurities or drawbacks. And on top of this being a fun series to kick back to all around, it’s a comforting, somewhat aspiring thought to consider.

8. JOKER

I am somebody that rarely goes to the theaters to watch a film; you have to hook my tight just for me to even think of buying a ticket, no less plan to. But honestly, Joker was worth the hype, the ticket, and the fact that it wasn’t the incel uprising that buttfuck normies tried to make it out as. It’s lower on the list because in thought, there definitely could’ve been some tweaks to the dialogue and a couple scenes that I felt didn’t work in the long run. But really, this movie to me worked because of the escalation that leads to a cathartic climax and ending that left me in actual tears. I don’t give a shit if it “doesn’t fit”, having Frank Sinatra sing the film's credits put me in shambles. Joaquin Phoenix was phenomenal as Arthur, and this movie felt authentic in its many details. This is definitely up there with my favorite comic book films of all time. Good thing, too, Spider-Man was taking up most of that shelf.

7. TUCA & BERTIE

This series being what I can’t help but say is a spin-off to Bojack Horseman, a show I respect, was enough to pull me into watching it. But it being like Bojack where it’s tight-roping between a bouncy comedy and a grounded drama was what kept me around for more. It is a damn shame this was cancelled after one season (while 13 Reasons Why gets FOUR seasons like what the fuck), because while this did feel enough like a complete series, I was certainly interested for more because I really enjoyed it all. I have my issue with a couple choices in the show, but I am sure this series would’ve addressed them later down the line. I can see why some women would find this personally endearing, it felt like the personal stories of actual people, and it deserved better. Either way, I enjoyed this series and I recommend it just as much as Bojack.

6. PRIMAL

Genndy Tartakovsky is that kind of cartoon creator where you feel he’ll go beyond if you give him the right amount of space. He’s not a perfectionist like John “Dirty Diddler” Kricfalusi, but with things like Hotel Transylvania and Samurai Jack, he certainly has proven to have the range in animation where you know how he plays. Primal showcasing his noted skill in dialogue-less storytelling and dynamic action scenes, able to convey everything clear with its ruthless yet careful protagonist and his dinosaur friend, all on top of the most luscious backgrounds. This is a series that definitely feels like Genndy’s taken what he’s used from his previous works and putting it together for a brutal yet passionate look at the prehistoric life. He truly brought us an adult series to enjoy and to look forward to more in the coming year.

5. SPINEL

Bet you didn’t expect a character to be on this list, eh? Spinel is the best thing to come out of Steven Universe in general; makes me wish she was in a better movie. The crew certainly did their darndest to make her not only an enjoyable and connectable character through and through, but a very versatile character that the fandom could take in any which way. Call it corny, but Spinel perfectly represents SU as a whole: a lovable goof that can certainly mean business but deep down is deserved of a hug because of what she’s gone through. Wish she had a more satisfying resolution in her respective debut, but really it’s the balance between those three elements mentioned that makes Spinel almost eternally wonderful.

4. MOB PSYCHO 100 II

As someone that doesn’t like reading, I’m a firm believer that the best animations or visual medias elevate the writing to a memorable degree; the visuals hook to the point where you want to think about what you saw and how it was conveyed. Mob Psycho 100, for two seasons now, does this in spades where Studio Bones throw them bones in animating one of the most dynamic animes of the modern era, providing the writing and characters a proper chance to flex its muscles. The characters are especially what makes this and MP100 as a whole work so well, the story being about a boy learning to be more sociable as well as emotionally stronger all while helping others understand maturity and empathy. For more on this, I recommend Hiding in Public’s video(s) on Mob. But with the animation, Bones was able to provide a sense of impact and immersion to the moments that matter, not making it an overstimulating mess, and putting some respect on ONE’s webcomic art style. 

3. KLAUS

Hands down, this is a great Christmas movie. Take away the animation and you have a charming, wanna say ground and authentic, story about the makings of Santa Claus. With memorable and likable characters, a nice escalation in terms of the plot, and moments that are/can be so satisfying, they can bring you to tears. A couple overdone tropes in the road that doesn’t make this the most perfected story, but those sincerely minor compared to everything else that makes this story the best. Now. Add in the animation, and you have a gold, nay a platinum animated story of the year where the visuals definitely enhance the story to a degree where they’re undoubtedly inseparable. The visuals alone is enough to check this movie out and it’s eye-opening when you learn of how it’s all done. Klaus is a film that did it’s job and then some, and I hope this will be well remembered as a classic holiday film for it deserves that status.

2. BEASTARS

I’ll be fair, I’m mostly referring to the manga and not the anime but since the anime premiered this fall, it counts. Because be it the anime or the series overall, Beastars has such well intricate world building all while offering a little something for everyone (violence, romance, slice of life). The story is well paced and even when we aren’t focusing on the main characters momentarily, Itagaki is surprisingly able to make every supporting/side character we come across memorable in their own way; like I said before, the city is much a character in this story. Oh yeah, and the mangaka is the daughter of Keisuke “Grappler Baki” Itagaki, that in itself is a treasuring bit of trivia for this. Everything about Beastars is enticing and Studio Orange certainly helped in giving this series more of a following.

1. GREEN EGGS & HAM

Well, well, well. Guess Netflix is three for three in terms of bringing its best foot forward among its few steps back each year. The best term to describe this series is surprising. Surprising that this is a Dr. Seuss story that got expanded a 13 episode series, that has fleshed out characters, fun hijinks, an easy story, lovely emotional, more quieter moments... on top of being 2D hand drawn animated. I mean, what else is there to say? Green Eggs and Ham is to Dr. Seuss what Seven was for Final Fantasy, what Friendship is Magic was for MLP, what watermelon was before a nice menthol cigarette. This definitely took the top spot because to me, it was able to bring many good elements from the previous entries and knot it all together into a well kept bow that I never knew I wanted until now. I’m genuinely glad this show got to exist the way it is and I am hoping, praying, that the second season keeps that momentum up.

That leads us to the actual number one which is

1. STEVEN UNIVERSE FUT-

Total Dramarama is now the two time World Heavyweight Champion, babey. Will 2020 give us a quality contender? Will the streak last another year?

Stay tuned, and always seek out the Good Stuff.

[taytayize123]

Intense Attraction..  😈

Harry’s POV: I watched her hands lift from her sides, spinning in a small circle in her garden. She was like an elegant flower, beautiful and young, blossoming into what the future had in store for her. Her long brown hair lifted only a strand of hair into the air while her body spun in slow circles making her white lace gown flair out only the slightest bit before her movements stopped. She looked and just squinted at something I had yet to find as her face stayed blank, no longer holding adventure and wonder in her light brown orbs. I step only once closer, watching intently as a tall man in a black suit seems to come close to her, talking in a stern voice before grabbing her delicate arm harshly and ripping her from the dance floor. My hands ball into fists, my short nails digging into my sweaty palms as I see the man drag her away from the crowd of elegant people, all in suits and gowns as well, to stand in front of her, waving his rough hands in front of her face as she stares endlessly at the oak tree behind him, not giving him any attention. Not showing a single interest of wanting to hear the words that sputter from his chapped lips. A faint smile spreads across my lips as his angered expression grows, but her emotionless and uncaring face stays the same, still and blank. Her succulent lips part only slightly as the man rolls his eyes, sighing deeply in annoyance with my flowering girl. But when his eyes look down to her again, they seem softened. They seem delicate, like what I imagine the feeling of her body would be against mine. He gently touches her arm, this time very softly, looking to her with almost sad eyes. Her gaze finally avert to his before nodding in understanding and walking off, a look of boredom washing across her beautiful features. She sits down, staring blankly at the white tablecloth in front of her with her small hands placed in her lap as I shift my position in my chair. Why must she only be eighteen? A woman, that seems so perfect, a figure so curvaceous and heavenly looking, a face so pure and alluring, skin so soft and delicate, lips so succulent and devouring looking, her everything so utterly perfect, and yet still so young. She’s still so innocent and pure. But I cannot deny my feelings of intimacy for such a breathtaking beauty. I lick my slightly chapped lips as she draws the champagne glass up to her lips, sipping gently on the rim of the tube like glass, her fingers gently placed and arching around the top. As her palms press to her thighs, running her hands up and down her legs, making the white gown rise slightly before slumping over the table, her chin in her fist, a sign of boredom still prominently on her face. I wipe the sweat off of my palms onto the slippery cloth of my pants letting out a large shaky breath standing up and pushing in my chair slowly. I stare at her figure once again, deciphering whether or not to follow through with such a risky task. I straighten out my black dress coat around my shoulders before exhaling shakily again and taking one step closer to the girl I’ve been watching for the past week. Every move, every step, my heart rate escalates tremendously before my black shoes seem to step right behind her chair legs. My hands begin to shake with anticipation while I examine her glossy hair up close for the first time ever before suddenly meeting the warm brown eyes that captivate me in such a simplistic way, yet it takes my breath away. Her eyes seem to flicker between mine and the rest of my features, neither of us speaking, but just admiring, staring, not breathing. I nearly gasp for air as she jumps slightly but a smile flowing out right afterwards as I nervously chuckle. My tribulations for speaking seem to grow more harsh the more I tend to look at her beautiful features up close, for maybe the last time- I’m not sure- but I hope I get many chances to admire and observe her features again and again. Her face is so beautiful, I can’t help but feel as if all of her is just as beautiful, if not more- I’m sure it’s all wonderful. She suddenly stands from her chair, making me feel panicked, not knowing what on earth to do. Do I say hello? I’m not sure I can at the moment. My mind seems so unspeakably jumbled, her beauty makes it hard to think. "Your beauty makes it hard to think." I squeeze my eyes shut at the mistake I had made by telling her that. "Fuck, I mean-" "Thank you." She giggled softly, the sound of her angelic voice sending chills down my spine, and the beautiful noise of her giggle making a smile appear on my face, watching as her lips part with each word that flows out of her mouth. Her voice is as sweet as silk running through my ears, like the softest cotton you’d ever feel. She tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear, revealing the cross earring she had worn that shimmers gently in the setting sun that shines behind me. "Do you…maybe want to, I don’t know, dance with me?" I squint, cautioned and waiting for her refusal, but to my surprise, she nods smirking a little lightly taking my hand in hers and walking towards the dance floor, weaving through the crowds of people. She stops in the middle of the dance floor, under the strings of lights above our heads before turning back to me and slowly, reluctantly wrapping her arms around my neck. She stands about a foot away from my body before I chuckle lightly, pulling her towards me with one tug gently on her arm as her chest lightly bumps into mine, her eyes widening only a fraction in size. I smile faintly down at her before she smiles back up at me, her eyes looking deep into mine, almost searching for something. "How old are you?" She asks, her voice sounding a bit louder than before, but still speaking in hushed tones. "23." I state as her eyes stay locked upon my face. Her head slowly lays upon my chest and I hope and pray she can’t hear my heart speeding to a thousand miles a minute but her faint smile tells she did. Her fingers play with the small hairs on my neck, twisting them around her fingers as my thumbs begin to draw circles into her hips. "A man." She whispers mostly to herself as I look down at her smiling. She looked so innocent and small against me. Her skin looked heavenly peeking out from under the lace fabric of her dress and I couldn’t help but imagine her without the dress on. The way her soft skin would feel against my rough hands and please her in any way I desired. I stop myself instantly from the erotic thoughts that fill my mind too often and too easily before teasing myself too much. Her body sways lightly against mine as I pull her hair away from her neck and face, peering down at the porcelain skinned girl, seeing her brown eyes disappear behind her shimmering eyelids as she sighs lightly. I take in her sweet scent, letting it leave a mark on my brain, now being able to recognize it and tell her scent apart from any other woman’s. It’s so sweet, so innocent, so…naive. "My father is watching, how about we go inside." She whispers against my ear, her lips tickling it slightly. I look back at her and nod, before she takes my hand again, warmth spreading throughout my whole body and my heart starting to speed again. She slowly leads me inside of her house, away from the crowds of people before shutting the door lightly behind her. She turns to me, smiling and then drinking in my appearance slowly. I couldn’t help but want to rip the dress from her. "My name is Y/n by the way. I’m sorry that was so rude of me to not tell you earlier." "Oh it’s alright." I assure her, smiling still as she brushes past me and towards the kitchen. She lifts herself onto the counter, her dress bunched up at her mid thigh as I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "Uh I’m Harry" "I know who you are, my father speaks of you all the time." I cock my head to the side slightly. "Really?" I ask. She nods. "You’re his boss." She tells me, sliding off the counter and towards me more. I watch her intently as she walks to stand in front of me, her hands running slowly down my arms. "You’re a powerful man, he says." She’s drawn out each word, making my breathing hitch slightly as the way her lips move. I couldn’t deny that I wanted them on me. Everywhere. "I’m attracted to power." I let out a shaky breath before her lips ghosted over mine, making me lose all the control I had. I smash my lips on hers, feeling fucking amazing, but I wanted more. No. I needed more. Her hands were in my hair, pushing me to go further as I sat her on the counter once again, moving in between her legs. I felt the warmness of her mouth and the sweetness, it was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. She tasted like mint and watermelon, but I couldn’t help but want to taste all of her. Y/n POV: I don’t know what came over me. The heat and the tension I suppose got to me. The fact he wanted me near was enough to get me going. He was so successful and so much…a man. I thought of myself as the girl who couldn’t get her head out of the clouds. But he wanted that, he wanted me. And it made me want him, in more ways than one. It could have also been the way he looked in his suit. So amazingly sexy, I wasn’t afraid to admit it. His mouth was all over me, my face, neck, collar bones, chest, everywhere. His mouth was so warm and had a certain taste to it. He tasted of cigar and brandy. It wasn’t what I had ever tasted before, but I liked it. Hell, I loved it. His hands soon hiked up my dress, feeling for the underwear I didn’t have on as he growled against me, making a shock go through my body and hit my core. "A little viper you are." His accent was thick, in the most alluring way an Englishmen could only adding to the magnitude of my need. I was dripping for him and he hadn’t really even touched me yet. Well, where I wanted him at least. His hands just kept tracing. Around my thighs, the insides, but avoiding my aching heat of course. I knew he could feel the heat coming off of me but he ignored it, I suppose as punishment. Damn bastard. "I want to taste you, baby girl." He tells me before running his finger down my core before making a whimper and moan sound from my throat. His words ignited the fire and burned against my core, feeling it pulse with need as his fingers ran over me, only pleasing me in the slightest. He knew what he was doing to me. 1; because he was experienced and 2; because he thought I deserved it. He slowly leaned down, sticking his head under my dress before blowing cool air on my throbbing heat. Somehow, the fact that I couldn’t see what he was doing, only feel him and, made me moan out loud. I finally felt him kiss me where I needed as I let out a whiney moan, seeing his smirk in the back of my mind before he kissed my throbbing clit again, before sucking gently. It was so quiet in the house, except for the quiet echoes of the party going on outside, but the noises of the gentle sucks made another shock run through me and hit my core. He sucked on me and sucked before pulling out slightly, it snapping back lightly before his tongue ran down, licking a swipe and humming against me. I whimpered, wanting a release so badly as his tongue dipped into me. My chest heaved up and down, the only sounds were my breathing and his occasional hums. "I love you." I snapped my attention towards him, sitting up and staring down at him as he stares back. "What?" I ask in shock as he sits up too. "I love you. I know I just met you, but I love you." His words held so much in them and I could feel my heart racing as he spoke. It’s what I’ve always wanted. "I-I love you too…" I trail off. He smiles brightly at me before kissing me deeply on the lips and pulling back to hug me. “We’re insane.” I mumble against his shoulder. "Yeah, we really are."

[1dimagineclub]

Dirty Niall Imagine 🚫 WARNING 18+ PLZ 🚫

“Naive”

** Niall’s POV **

I watched her as her hands lifted from her sides, spinning in a small circle in her garden. She was like an elegant flower, beautiful and young, blossoming into what the future had in store for her. Her long brown hair lifted only slightly into the air while her body spun in slow circles making her white lace gown flair out only the slightest bit before her movements stopped. She looked and just stared at something I had yet to find as her face stayed blank, no longer holding adventure and wonder in her light brown orbs. I step only once closer, watching intently as a tall man in a black suit seems to come close to her, talking in a stern voice before grabbing her delicate arm harshly and ripping her from the dance floor. My hands ball into fists, my short nails digging into my sweaty palms as I see the man drag her away from the crowd of elegant people, all in suits and gowns as well, and stands in front of her, waving his rough hands in front of her face as she stares endlessly at the oak tree behind him, not giving him any gratification. Not showing a single interest of wanting to hear the words that sputter from his chapped lips. A faint smile spreads across my lips as his angered expression grows, but her emotionless and uncaring face stays the same, still and blank. Her succulent lips part only slightly as the man rolls his eyes, sighing deeply in annoyance with my flowering girl. But when his eyes look down to her again, they seem softened. They seem delicate, like what I imagine the feeling of her body against mine. He gently touches her arm, this time very softly, looking to her with almost sad eyes. Her eyes finally avert to his before nodding in understanding and walking off, a look of boredom washing across her beautiful features. She sits down, staring blankly at the white table cloth in front of her with her small hands placed in her lap as I shift my position in my chair.

Why must she only be eighteen? A woman, that seems so perfect, a figure so curvaceous and heavenly looking, a face so pure and alluring, skin so soft and delicate, lips so succulent and devouring looking, her everything so utterly perfect, and yet still so young. She’s still so innocent and pure. But I cannot deny my feelings of intimacy for such a breathtaking beauty. I lick my slightly chapped lips as she draws the champagne glass up to her lips, sipping gently on the rim of the tube like glass, her fingers gently placed and arching around the top. As her palms press to her thighs, running her hands up and down her legs, making the white gown rise slightly before slumping over the table, her chin in her fist, a sign of boredom still prominently on her face.

I wipe the sweat off of my palms onto the silk like cloth of my pants before letting out a large shaky breath before standing up and pushing in my chair slowly. I stare at her figure once again, deciphering whether or not to follow through with such a risky task. I straighten out my black dress coat around my shoulders before exhaling shakily again and taking one step closer to the girl I’ve been watching for the past week. Every move, every step, my heart rate escalates tremendously before my black shoes seem to step right behind her chair legs. My hands begin to shake with anticipation while I examine her silk like hair up close for the first time ever before suddenly meeting the warm brown eyes that captivate me in such a simplistic way, yet it takes my breath away. Her eyes seem to flicker between mine and the rest of my features, neither of us speaking, but just admiring, staring, not breathing. I nearly gasp for air as she jumps slightly but a smile flowing out right afterwards as I nervously chuckle. My tribulations for speaking seem to grow more harsh the more I tend to look at her beautiful features up close, for maybe the last time- I’m not sure- but I hope I get many chances to admire and observe her features again and again. Her face is so beautiful, I can’t help but feel as if all of her is just as beautiful, if not more- I’m sure it’s all wonderful.

She suddenly stands from her chair, making me feel panicked, not knowing what on earth to do. Do I say hello? I’m not sure I can at the moment. My mind seems so unspeakably jumbled, her beauty makes it hard to think.

“Your beauty makes it hard to think.” I squeeze my eyes shut at the mistake I had made by telling her that. “Fuck, I mean-”

“Thank you.” She speaks softly, the sound of her angelic voice sending chills down my spine, and the beautiful noise of her giggle making a smile appear on my face, watching as her lips part with each word that flows out of her mouth. Her voice is as sweet as silk running through my ears, like the softest cotton you’d ever feel. She tucks a piece of her hair behind her hair, revealing the cross earring she had worn that shimmers gently in the setting sun that shines behind me.

“Do you… maybe want to, I don’t know, dance with me?” I squint, cautioned and waiting for her refusal, but to my surprise, she nods meekly before lightly taking my hand in hers and walking towards the dance floor, weaving through the crowds of people. She stops in the middle of the dance floor, under the strings of lights above our heads before turning back to me and slowly, reluctantly wrapping her arms around my neck. She stands about a foot away from my body before I chuckle lightly, pulling her towards me with one tug gently on her arm as her chest lightly bumps into mine, her eyes widening only a fraction in size. I smile faintly down at her before she smiles back up at me, her eyes looking deep into mine, almost searching for something.

“How old are you?” She asks, her voice sounding a bit louder than before, but still speaking in hushed tones.

“23.” I state as her eyes stay locked upon my face. Her head slowly lays upon my chest and I hope and pray she can’t hear my heart speeding to a thousand miles an minute but her faint smile tells she did. Her fingers play with the small hairs on my neck, twisting them around her fingers as my thumbs begin to draw circles into her hips.

“A man.” She whispers mostly to herself as I look down at her smiling. She looked so innocent and small against me. Her skin looked heavenly peeking out from under the lace fabric of her dress and I couldn’t help but imagine her without the dress on. The way her soft skin would feel against my rough hands and please her in any way I desired. I stop myself instantly from the erotic thoughts that fill my mind too often and too easily before teasing myself too much.

Her body sways lightly against mine as I pull her hair away from her neck and face, peering down at the porcelain skinned girl, seeing her brown eyes disappear behind her shimmering eyelids as she sighs lightly. I take in her sweet scent, letting it leave a mark on my brain, now being able to recognize it and tell her scent apart from any other woman’s. It’s so sweet, so innocent, so… naive.

“My father is watching, how about we go inside.” She whispers against my ear, her lips tickling it slightly. I look back at her and nod, before she takes my hand again, warmth spreading throughout my whole body and my heart starting to speed again. She slowly leads me inside of her house, away from the crowds of people before shutting the door lightly behind her. She turns to me, smiling and then drinking in my appearance slowly. I couldn’t help but want to rip the dress from her. “My name is (Y/N), by the way. I’m sorry that was so rude of me to not tell you earlier.”

“Oh it’s alright.” I assure her, smiling still as she brushes past me and towards the kitchen. She lifts herself onto the counter, her dress bunched up at her mid thigh as I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. “Uh I’m Niall.”

“I know who you are, my father speaks of you all the time.” I cock my head to the side slightly.

“Really?” I ask. She nods.

“You’re his boss.” She tells me, sliding off the counter and towards me more. I watch her intently as she walks to stand in front of me, her hands running slowly down my arms. “You’re a powerful man, he says.” She’s drawn out each word, making my breathing hitch slightly as the way her lips move. I couldn’t deny that I wanted them on me. Everywhere. “I’m attracted to power.” I let out a shaky breath before her lips ghosted over mine, making me lose all the control I had. I smash my lips on hers, feeling fucking amazing, but I wanted more.

No. I needed more. Her hands were in my hair, pushing me to go further as I sat her on the counter once again, moving in between her legs. I felt the warmness of her mouth and the sweetness, it was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. She tasted like mint and watermelon, but I couldn’t help but want to taste all of her.

** Your POV **

I don’t know what came over me. The heat and the tension I suppose got to me. The fact he wanted me near was enough to get me going. He was so successful and so much… a man. I thought of myself as the girl who couldn’t get her head out of the clouds. But he wanted that, he wanted me. And it made me want him, in more ways than one. It could have also been the way he looked in his suit. So amazingly sexy, I wasn’t afraid to admit it.

His mouth was all over me, my face, neck, collar bones, chest, everywhere. His mouth was so warm and had a certain taste to it. He tasted of cigar and brandy. It wasn’t what I had ever tasted before, but I liked it. Hell, I loved it. His hands soon hiked up my dress, feeling for the underwear I didn’t have on as he growled against me, making a shock go through my body and hit my core.

“A little viper you are.” His accent was thick, only adding to the magnitude of my need. I was dripping for him and he hadn’t really even touched me yet. Well, where I wanted him at least. His hands just kept tracing. Around my thighs, the insides, but avoiding my aching heat of course. I knew he could feel the heat coming off of me but he ignored it, I suppose as punishment. Damn bastard. “I want to taste you, baby girl.” He tells me before running his finger down my core before making a whimper and moan sound from my throat. His words ignited the fire and burned against my core, feeling it pulse with need as his fingers ran over me, only pleasing me in the slightest. He knew what he was doing to me. 1; because he was experienced and 2; because he thought I deserved it.

He slowly leaned down, sticking his head under my dress before blowing cool air on my throbbing heat. Somehow, the fact that I couldn’t see what he was doing, only feel him and she, made me moan out loud. I finally felt him kiss me where I needed as I let out a whine type moan, seeing his smirk in the back of my mind before he kissed my throbbing clit again, before sucking gently. It was so quiet in the house, except for the quiet echoes of the party going on outside, but the noises of the gentle sucks made another shock run through me and hit my core. He sucked on me and sucked before pulling out slightly, it snapping back lightly before his tongue ran down, licking a swipe and humming against me. I whimpered, wanting a release so badly as his tongue dipped into me. My chest heaved up and down, the only sounds were my breathing and his occasional hums.

His tongue swirled inside of me, making my back arch as my hands pressed against the cool marble of the countertop, feeling him chuckle lightly as I flinched away. He held my thighs with his big hands as his tongue flicked at me, making me thrust my hips towards his face in instinct. It was becoming all too much. It felt so good to me, the feeling of his tongue. But he soon added fingers, curling inside of me while he licked me, as if I was the most tasty thing he had ever had. I soon couldn’t take it anymore and felt my stomach muscles tensing flexing as my toes curled and I came with his name falling from my parted lips. He licked up my juices before coming back from under my dress and reattaching his lips to mine.

I felt still sensitive to his touch. Now his touches burned even more than before as I pushed him back, sliding off the counter and dropping to my knees in front of him. I quickly unzipped his pants, not really thinking about how to do this. I had never tried to do any sort of thing like this before so I slowly slid his boxers and dress pants down as he stepped out and kicked them over towards the stove. It was so big. The skin was softer than I imagined, which gave me an ounce of confidence but I was still nervous. I slowly moved my head towards it, running my thumb over the head and looking up to him as he smiled down at me. I kissed the top lightly before taking the head into my mouth. It didn’t taste weird, it was salty, like skin, but just a weird feeling. Like sticking a whole lolly pop in your mouth. I slowly pushed more into my mouth, slowly bringing my hand towards the rest I was afraid to take in as I sucked lightly. I felt his hand on the back of my head, making me jump slightly, but he gently and slowly guided my head to bob up and down. I looked up at him, bobbing my head myself now while his head was thrown back and his eyes shut tightly, a slight moan coming from him. I wanted to hear it again.

I moved my hand up and down the base I couldn’t fit, as he nodded frantically, letting me know to keep going. I took more of him into my mouth, feeling his thickness now more than ever and knowing I wouldn’t be able to take all of him, my gag reflex, but I continued to suck and press my tongue flat against him. I hummed lightly as his head throws back and a moan ripping from his throat before twitching inside of my mouth before I feel a thick liquid shoot back to my throat. He tries to pull himself out, but I suck on him, licking the salty liquid as his eyes widen. It tasted foul, to be honest, and very salty, but I somehow liked it. It was Niall.

He soon got down with me, lying me down on the cool ground of my kitchen before slipping my dress down my body. His eyes went wide at my chest as I blushed widely, watching him slowly unbutton his dress shirt.

“No panties or bra? You’re more naughty then I thought.” He jokes as I laugh lightly. I pull him down on top of me as he lays in between my legs, kissing me again. His lips felt so right against mine, the way the fit made my heart swell. I felt him hardening against me as he reached down, running his rough hand up my leg and stopping at my heart again. “So soft.” He whispers as I feel him push on my most sensitive part making me squirm slightly.

He rubs his head over me, teasingly as I groan, pushing my hips up towards him but he only chuckles before slowly slipping only the head in. He soon sinks into me, warmth along with tingles spreading over my body as we both share in a light sigh. I lean up to kiss him lips as his hips roll into me, our skin meeting each other’s as I roll my head back. The cool kitchen tile feels heavenly on my burning skin as I press myself harder against it, before clutching his arms, my nails digging into his biceps as he thrusts deeper. I let out a ragged breath before he groans lightly.

“Oh baby..” He moans to me, kissing my neck lightly as he moves in and out of me, making each thrust count.

“Niall.” I whisper, feeling him quicken his speed at the mention of his name as I run my nails down his back, obviously leaving marks that I don’t think either of us mind being there. I know we’re both close, feeling incredibly sensitive after our precious activity’s, but I also find myself not wanting it to stop. What if he only wanted my body? I know I shouldn’t care because he’s 23 and I’m 18, but I couldn’t help but feel my heart flutter at the thought of doing this more than once. Of being there for him not only like this but whenever and wherever. I wanted him in not only sexual ways and sometimes, I do wish I would get my head out of the clouds.

He started to rub me, making his name slip and my thoughts vanish before I arched my back, out stomachs touching lightly. I clawed at his back before feeling my stomach muscles start to clench and tighten before I let felt my toes curl.

“Niall!” I couldn’t help but moan out his name, clenching around him as he twitched within me, feeling him release as we both collapsed back into the cool tile. His skin burned against mine as his deep breath filled the room completely. He kissed my temple before breathing out something I couldn’t believe.

“I love you.” I snapped my attention towards him, sitting up and staring down at him as he stares back.

“What?” I ask in shock as he sits up too.

“I love you. I know I just met you, but I love you.” His words held so much in them and I could feel my heart racing as he spoke. It’s what I’ve always wanted.

“I-I love you too…” I trail off. He smiles brightly at me before kissing me deeply on the lips and pulling back to hug me. “We’re insane.” I mumble against his shoulder.

“Yeah, we really are.”

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Catch And Release

OKAY, guys this is my first fan fic I’ve posted on here so please be kind! 🙊  I’m totally open to writing little blurbs, imagines for my followers so if you want to request something just send me a message 😚

Pairing: Niall and Y/n 

Rating: Smutty 😘  

Niall’s POV: I watched her as her hands lifted from her sides, spinning in a small circle in her garden. She was like an elegant flower, beautiful and young, blossoming into what the future had in store for her. Her long brown hair lifted only slightly into the air while her body spun in slow circles making her white lace gown flair out only the slightest bit before her movements stopped. She looked and just stared at something I had yet to find as her face stayed blank, no longer holding adventure and wonder in her light brown orbs. I step only once closer, watching intently as a tall man in a black suit seems to come close to her, talking in a stern voice before grabbing her delicate arm harshly and ripping her from the dance floor. My hands ball into fists, my short nails digging into my sweaty palms as I see the man drag her away from the crowd of elegant people, all in suits and gowns as well, and stands in front of her, waving his rough hands in front of her face as she stares endlessly at the oak tree behind him, not giving him any gratification. Not showing a single interest of wanting to hear the words that sputter from his chapped lips. A faint smile spreads across my lips as his angered expression grows, but her emotionless and uncaring face stays the same, still and blank. Her succulent lips part only slightly as the man rolls his eyes, sighing deeply in annoyance with my flowering girl. But when his eyes look down to her again, they seem softened. They seem delicate, like what I imagine the feeling of her body against mine. He gently touches her arm, this time very softly, looking to her with almost sad eyes. Her eyes finally avert to his before nodding in understanding and walking off, a look of boredom washing across her beautiful features. She sits down, staring blankly at the white tablecloth in front of her with her small hands placed in her lap as I shift my position in my chair. Why must she only be eighteen? A woman, that seems so perfect, a figure so curvaceous and heavenly looking, a face so pure and alluring, skin so soft and delicate, lips so succulent and devouring looking, her everything so utterly perfect, and yet still so young. She’s still so innocent and pure. But I cannot deny my feelings of intimacy for such a breathtaking beauty. I lick my slightly chapped lips as she draws the champagne glass up to her lips, sipping gently on the rim of the tube like glass, her fingers gently placed and arching around the top. As her palms press to her thighs, running her hands up and down her legs, making the white gown rise slightly before slumping over the table, her chin in her fist, a sign of boredom still prominently on her face. I wipe the sweat off of my palms onto the silk like cloth of my pants before letting out a large shaky breath before standing up and pushing in my chair slowly. I stare at her figure once again, deciphering whether or not to follow through with such a risky task. I straighten out my black dress coat around my shoulders before exhaling shakily again and taking one step closer to the girl I’ve been watching for the past week. Every move, every step, my heart rate escalates tremendously before my black shoes seem to step right behind her chair legs. My hands begin to shake with anticipation while I examine her silk like hair up close for the first time ever before suddenly meeting the warm brown eyes that captivate me in such a simplistic way, yet it takes my breath away. Her eyes seem to flicker between mine and the rest of my features, neither of us speaking, but just admiring, staring, not breathing. I nearly gasp for air as she jumps slightly but a smile flowing out right afterwards as I nervously chuckle. My tribulations for speaking seem to grow more harsh the more I tend to look at her beautiful features up close, for maybe the last time- I’m not sure- but I hope I get many chances to admire and observe her features again and again. Her face is so beautiful, I can’t help but feel as if all of her is just as beautiful, if not more- I’m sure it’s all wonderful. She suddenly stands from her chair, making me feel panicked, not knowing what on earth to do. Do I say hello? I’m not sure I can at the moment. My mind seems so unspeakably jumbled, her beauty makes it hard to think. "Your beauty makes it hard to think." I squeeze my eyes shut at the mistake I had made by telling her that. "Fuck, I mean-" "Thank you." She speaks softly, the sound of her angelic voice sending chills down my spine, and the beautiful noise of her giggle making a smile appear on my face, watching as her lips part with each word that flows out of her mouth. Her voice is as sweet as silk running through my ears, like the softest cotton you’d ever feel. She tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear, revealing the cross earring she had worn that shimmers gently in the setting sun that shines behind me. "Do you…maybe want to, I don’t know, dance with me?" I squint, cautioned and waiting for her refusal, but to my surprise, she nods meekly before lightly taking my hand in hers and walking towards the dance floor, weaving through the crowds of people. She stops in the middle of the dance floor, under the strings of lights above our heads before turning back to me and slowly, reluctantly wrapping her arms around my neck. She stands about a foot away from my body before I chuckle lightly, pulling her towards me with one tug gently on her arm as her chest lightly bumps into mine, her eyes widening only a fraction in size. I smile faintly down at her before she smiles back up at me, her eyes looking deep into mine, almost searching for something. "How old are you?" She asks, her voice sounding a bit louder than before, but still speaking in hushed tones. "23." I state as her eyes stay locked upon my face. Her head slowly lays upon my chest and I hope and pray she can’t hear my heart speeding to a thousand miles a minute but her faint smile tells she did. Her fingers play with the small hairs on my neck, twisting them around her fingers as my thumbs begin to draw circles into her hips. "A man." She whispers mostly to herself as I look down at her smiling. She looked so innocent and small against me. Her skin looked heavenly peeking out from under the lace fabric of her dress and I couldn’t help but imagine her without the dress on. The way her soft skin would feel against my rough hands and please her in any way I desired. I stop myself instantly from the erotic thoughts that fill my mind too often and too easily before teasing myself too much. Her body sways lightly against mine as I pull her hair away from her neck and face, peering down at the porcelain skinned girl, seeing her brown eyes disappear behind her shimmering eyelids as she sighs lightly. I take in her sweet scent, letting it leave a mark on my brain, now being able to recognize it and tell her scent apart from any other woman’s. It’s so sweet, so innocent, so…naive. "My father is watching, how about we go inside." She whispers against my ear, her lips tickling it slightly. I look back at her and nod, before she takes my hand again, warmth spreading throughout my whole body and my heart starting to speed again. She slowly leads me inside of her house, away from the crowds of people before shutting the door lightly behind her. She turns to me, smiling and then drinking in my appearance slowly. I couldn’t help but want to rip the dress from her. "My name is Y/N by the way. I’m sorry that was so rude of me to not tell you earlier." "Oh it’s alright." I assure her, smiling still as she brushes past me and towards the kitchen. She lifts herself onto the counter, her dress bunched up at her mid thigh as I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "Uh I’m Niall." "I know who you are, my father speaks of you all the time." I cock my head to the side slightly. "Really?" I ask. She nods. "You’re his boss." She tells me, sliding off the counter and towards me more. I watch her intently as she walks to stand in front of me, her hands running slowly down my arms. "You’re a powerful man, he says." She’s drawn out each word, making my breathing hitch slightly as the way her lips move. I couldn’t deny that I wanted them on me. Everywhere. "I’m attracted to power." I let out a shaky breath before her lips ghosted over mine, making me lose all the control I had. I smash my lips on hers, feeling fucking amazing, but I wanted more. No. I needed more. Her hands were in my hair, pushing me to go further as I sat her on the counter once again, moving in between her legs. I felt the warmness of her mouth and the sweetness, it was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. She tasted like mint and watermelon, but I couldn’t help but want to taste all of her. Y/N POV: I don’t know what came over me. The heat and the tension I suppose got to me. The fact he wanted me near was enough to get me going. He was so successful and so much…a man. I thought of myself as the girl who couldn’t get her head out of the clouds. But he wanted that, he wanted me. And it made me want him, in more ways than one. It could have also been the way he looked in his suit. So amazingly sexy, I wasn’t afraid to admit it. His mouth was all over me, my face, neck, collar bones, chest, everywhere. His mouth was so warm and had a certain taste to it. He tasted of cigar and brandy. It wasn’t what I had ever tasted before, but I liked it. Hell, I loved it. His hands soon hiked up my dress, feeling for the underwear I didn’t have on as he growled against me, making a shock go through my body and hit my core. "A little viper you are." His accent was thick, in the most alluring Irishmen only adding to the magnitude of my need. I was dripping for him and he hadn’t really even touched me yet. Well, where I wanted him at least. His hands just kept tracing. Around my thighs, the insides, but avoiding my aching heat of course. I knew he could feel the heat coming off of me but he ignored it, I suppose as punishment. Damn bastard. "I want to taste you, baby girl." He tells me before running his finger down my core before making a whimper and moan sound from my throat. His words ignited the fire and burned against my core, feeling it pulse with need as his fingers ran over me, only pleasing me in the slightest. He knew what he was doing to me. 1; because he was experienced and 2; because he thought I deserved it. He slowly leaned down, sticking his head under my dress before blowing cool air on my throbbing heat. Somehow, the fact that I couldn’t see what he was doing, only feel him and ache, made me moan out loud. I finally felt him kiss me where I needed as I let out a whine type moan, seeing his smirk in the back of my mind before he kissed my throbbing clit again, before sucking gently. It was so quiet in the house, except for the quiet echoes of the party going on outside, but the noises of the gentle sucks made another shock run through me and hit my core. He sucked on me and sucked before pulling out slightly, it snapping back lightly before his tongue ran down, licking a swipe and humming against me. I whimpered, wanting a release so badly as his tongue dipped into me. My chest heaved up and down, the only sounds were my breathing and his occasional hums. "I love you." I snapped my attention towards him, sitting up and staring down at him as he stares back. "What?" I ask in shock as he sits up too. "I love you. I know I just met you, but I love you." His words held so much in them and I could feel my heart racing as he spoke. It’s what I’ve always wanted. "I-I love you too…" I trail off. He smiles brightly at me before kissing me deeply on the lips and pulling back to hug me. “We’re insane.” I mumble against his shoulder. "Yeah, we really are."