I love music, and I love writing, so I made this side blog to post about some of my favorite musicians (and share some fics I write abt them) that wouldn't really fit on my main blog.
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Harry gets a very special surprise for his birthday (now with minimal unwrapping required).
SMUT, m/m/f, oral (m receiving), boobs, p in v AND p in a, implied bisexuality (well. insofar as the word "bisexual" is never brought up), narry, harry/ofc, maledom/femdom/msub, praise & degradation, men in panties (I hate that word so much it's not even funny)
Look, man, this is unedited, and the concept came to me in a dream. Let them fuck nasty. #harrysandwich
âYouâre sure you can't see anything?â
âJules, if you had this thing tied any tighter, it'd cut off the top of my head like one of those Halloween skull cups.â
Juliette laughed, waving her phone in front of Harryâs face. When he didn't react to the picture (Masha, her sister's borzoi, wearing a saddle and cowboy hat and looking utterly miserable), she was satisfied.
âOkay,â she said, taking his hands. âCome on.â
He let her guide him through the house, up the stairs, to their room. The door opened with a slight creak, and she nudged him in.
A faint scentâsomething musky with a pine edge and the faintest hint of citrusâfilled his lungs.
Niall was sitting on their bed, looking like a fucking dream in a pair of snug fitting red boxer briefs.
âHappy birthday, mate. Your girlfriend here thought she should save the best gift for last. Sorry, we couldn't find a box that would fit, but I did put a ribbon on it.â
Indeed, there was a tiny stick-on gift bow placed just above the bulge in his pants.
âAre you going to unwrap your present, love,â Juliette asked, her lips brushing against his ear while her hand slipped around to palm at him through his trousers.
He was on his knees in a flash, knocking the bow out of the way and mouthing at Niall over his briefs.
âFuckâŚâ
âGood boy.â Her fingers threaded through his hair as she knelt beside him.
Niall lifted just enough to let Harry pull the âwrappingâ away.
âSuch a lovely gift, isn't it? You want to see if it still tastes the same?â
Harry whined softly, watching as Niall wrapped a hand around the base.
He tapped his cock against Harry's lips, a wicked smirk on his face. âOpen that pretty mouth, H.â
Harry complied, parting his lips. A soft moan escaped his throat as the salty taste of skin washed over him. So much had changed since the days of sneaking around in hotels and on tour buses, but he was still undeniably Niall.
âJesus, you're fuckinâ good at that.â
Harry swallowed, dragged his tongue along the underside, moaned wantonly around him as he felt Niall growing harder.
âChrist.â
It was Jules that pulled him off with a sharp tug at his hair. âI think we're both a bit overdressed, love.â
She stood, tugging his shirt over his head as she went. Niall took his hands, pulled him to his feet, and immediately began working at his belt.
When Harry stepped back to toss his trousers haphazardly into the laundry basket, Juliette took his place.
âUnzip me?â
Niall smirked, motioning for her to turn around. As he tugged the zipper down, his warm breath ghosting over her shoulder, she locked eyes with Harry, her gaze burning into his skin.
âGod, you two are insufferably cute,â Niall laughed, groping her tits through black lace. âDo you wear matching panties every day?â
Jules shuddered. âFucking hate that word. No, just for special occasions.â
âShe gets jealous because I'm a size smaller,â Harry murmured, a slight blush blooming over his chest as they ogled him. He kissed each of them in turn before whispering, âand here I'd thought you'd just gotten a new toy.â
âSomething old, something new⌠relatively speaking. Now, câmere, let us take care of you, love.â
He let them pull him onto the bed, falling into a tangle of limbs and lips as they exchanged tips on pleasuring him.
âHe likes when you tell him he's pretty.â
âMm, and when you squeeze his cute little arse-â
Harry let out a high-pitched whine as Niall grabbed at his firm cheeks through his black lace panties.
âThat good, eh?â
ââM wearinâ a plug.â
Juliette grinned at Niall over Harry's shoulder. âI made sure he was ready this morning.â
âChristâŚâ Niall pressed his fingers against the base of the plug, smiling at the low sound Harry made. âAlways knew you were a filthy little slut. You were just too shy to tell me what you wanted, weren't you?â
âHe's not so shy anymore,â Jules said, turning Harry onto his back. She straddled him, grinding down against the bulge that strained at the delicate lace of his panties.
Niall's fingers brushed up her spine to the clasp of her bra. He unhooked it with ease, and when she sat up to toss it aside, he caught her lips hungrily.
Harry whined, reaching up to cup her breasts.
âPoor baby, not getting enough attention.â
âI know exactly what he needs,â Niall murmured, moving to Harryâs side. âYou want someone to play with your tits, donât you?â He glanced back at Juliette for a moment and added, âI'd have to stuff something in his mouth to keep him from being too loud on the bus. Don't have to worry about that now, though, eh?â
With that, he was dragging his tongue over Harry's sternum, teasing his nipples with licks and gentle bites, while Juliette tugged his panties down.
She smiled coquettishly up at him as she began to lap at his tip and play with the base of the plug.
A broken, girlish sound wheezed its way out of his lungs as she finally pulled the plug out, the bulb giving him just a taste of that delicious stretch before it was gone.
Niall caught his lips again for a moment, keeping him occupied while Juliette stood, kicked her own panties into the pile of their clothes, and took the lube and a towel from the nightstand.
When she settled back on the bed, now next to Harry, she tangled her fingers in Niall's hair, pulling him over for a rough kiss. Her hand, slick with lubricant, wrapped around his cock, and his hands found their way between her thighs. He groaned softly, pumping his fingers into her.
âYou're so wet, fuckâŚâ
âMmm, I've been thinking about this all day. Speaking of whichâŚâ She let go of his cock and wiped her hands on the towel before dropping down to kiss Harry. âHow do you want it, baby boy?â
He whimpered, his arms wrapping around her. âWanna be between you. Please.â
âYeah? A little Harry sandwich? You want to fuck my cunt while he pounds your cute little ass?â Her voice was low, honey-sweet, but dangerous.
In lieu of an answer, he turned, rolling so he was on his hands and knees, hovering over her with his ass in the air.
âThatâs it, sweet boy,â Juliette cooed, guiding him to her hole.
He ducked down, tucking his face into the crook of her neck as he sank into her.
Niall cursed under his breath, stroking the back of Harryâs thigh as he watched the way he filled her in one fluid motion. âDamn⌠âM gonna be thinkinâ about this for years.â
âPlease, NiâŚâ
âShh, shh.â He lined himself up, but didn't press in yet. Instead, he leaned down to whisper in Harry's ear, âLift your head up, doll. Let Jules see your pretty face.â
He complied, sweet and wrecked and so, so desperate, and as soon as he met Juliette's warm gaze, Niall pressed forward. His eyes went glassy, his lips parted in a silent gasp, and Niall groaned, fingers digging into his hips.
âFuck- âs been so long⌠forgot how fuckinâ tight you are.â
Harry was just barely conscious of the fact that they were doing all the work, rocking him back onto Niall's thick cock, forward into the wet heat of Juliette's pussy.
âSuch a good boy, so good for us.â
âTakinâ my cock so well, you're a filthy little slut, aren't you?â Niall reached down, fondled Harryâs balls for a moment before moving to Juliette's clit, rubbing in tight, firm circles that had her arching up, her cunt clamping down on Harryâs shaft. âYâ gonna fill her up, slut? Maybe if you cum in that perfect pussy, she'll make you clean her up, too.â
âPlease-â
Jules cooed, running her fingers through his hair as he hid his face against her shoulder. âYouâre so pretty, baby. My pretty boy. Maybe later, I'll fuck that cute little ass and Niall can fuck your face. Would you like that, doll?â
Harry keened, overwhelmed and yet desperate for more.
âD'ya want to suck on those perfect tits, H? I know how much you like having something in your filthy mouth.â
She grinned as he shifted to lap at her nipples. âSuch a sweet boy, fuck⌠Heâs getting close, Ni.â
âPleaseâŚâ Harryâs soft whine was muffled by the soft flesh of her breast. âPlease, âm so close, just need a little more-â
The hand Niall had been using to pleasure Jules came back up to brush over his taint before delivering a quick smack to the firm muscle of his ass.
Harry had never come so hard in his life.
He half thought he mightâve died, but the crescendo of moans and gasps around him kept him tethered to reality until the white-hot bursts behind his eyelids subsided.
âSo good, so fucking goodâŚâ
Juliette was stroking his hair, still fluttering around him. He could feel Niallâs weight shift as he carefully withdrew. At the cool press of the butt plug against his abused hole, he whimpered.
âGonna keep my cum inside ya âtil yâ can go again.â
âAgain?â
Jules chuckled. âHeâs here all week. Plenty of time to play with your birthday gift.â
i unironically think that the resurgence of mustache culture has brought about a male slut era that is in many ways still in its infancy but is growing day by day. hemlines are getting shorter, chest hair is growing back, tops are cropped. gone are the dark, dark days when the sluttiest thing a man could do was roll up the sleeves of his button up office shirt. we are returning to the light of mustache rides and teeny tiny swim shorts. amen.
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Things are looking up for Violet, with a new opportunity that could kickstart her career on the horizon, though grappling with the events of the past few years continues to be a challenge (This is a very Violet-centered chapter (oops)).
âThis piece⌠there's an aura of loveânot just between the man and child, but, I dare say, between the subjects and painter.â
Violet blushed.
The thing about Harry was that he was so damn hard to not fall in love with.
His terrible jokes (and the shit-eating grin that came after), the thoughtful little gestures, the way he was always pushing her to take better care of herselfâŚ
Maybe it was just that sheâd been denied that sort of nurturing care for so long. A starved dog always comes back to the hand that feeds it, after all.
But then⌠there was that feeling. The one that had been forbidden for so long. She thought of that book, the one with the children locked away just as she had so often been, denied the chance to learn and grow and love.
Now, when he came back from his morning run and tugged his shirt off, bronzed skin slick with a thin sheen of sweat, she didn't know what to do with the fluttering in her stomach, the heat that rushed through her veins. After everything that had happened, sheâd thought she would never be able to feel that kind of desire.
Of course, she knew he would never feel the same way about her. She could never compete with supermodels and actresses, people who were well-traveled, interesting, gorgeousâpeople who the universe looked favorably upon.
All of these thoughts ran through Violetâs mind as she stood back, allowing her professor and the man to examine the painting.
âTh- thank you, Mr. Gladstone.â
He turned, a jovial smile on his plump face. âYou were right, Melinda. This young woman has an incredible talent.â
Violet blushed.
âI was very happy to see sheâd be returning this year,â Professor Collins said fondly. âMiss Warren, you said that this is your daughter?â
âOh, um, yes. My little girl and⌠a friend.â
The friend in question, of course, was Harry. His back was turned to the viewer, and he was lifting Gwen up in a manner not dissimilar to Simba in The Lion King, standing in a field of flowers. It was based on a picture sheâd taken of them in the garden, where theyâd been playing airplaneâa game which involved Harry holding the little girl aloft and making various sounds that were, admittedly, much closer to those of a helicopter.
âMiss Warren, Iâd like to ask a favor of you,â Mr. Gladstone said.
âOh?â
He chuckled. âI assume youâre aware of the Gladstone Gallery and our annual exhibition of up-and-coming artists?â
She wasâhad been since before sheâd come to London, had always hoped she might be able to attend some day.
âOf course.â
âWe've had an exhibitor drop out. If you're amicable, I'd like to ask you to fill in his spot. It needn't be much, three to five piecesâand you'll be compensated, of course.â
âI⌠I'd be honored, but shouldn't someone more experienced-â
âFrankly my dear, I've met artists twice your age with not even half your skillânot to mention heart. Don't forget, this exhibition is for new artists, fresh faces in London's creative scene. Please.â He extended a hand, palm up, simultaneously offering and begging.
âO- okay.â
Mr. Gladstone beamed as he shook her hand. âHere, my card. I'll have my assistant email you this afternoon. Thank you, Miss Warren. You've done me a great service today.â
Violet thought she was going to faint.
She gathered her things in a daze, still trying to process what had just happened. When Professor Collins had asked her to stay for a moment after dismissing the rest of her crit, she'd expected, well, critique. This was almost unbelievable.
She stepped out of the studio to find Courtney, a girl who was in a few of her classes and with whom she'd become friends, waiting for her.
âWhat was that all about?â
âNothing. Just, you know. Some advice.â She couldn't explain it, but she wanted to tell Harry before anyone else.
Courtney raised an eyebrow. âOkaaay⌠so, like, you missed the bus, but I can give you a lift. Do you want to get a coffee, or do you just want to go home?â
âHonestly, I'm sort of tired. Winnie kept me up half the nightâI think she gets anxious when it's stormy.â
âUh-huh.â She pursed her lips as they made their way to the car park. âI'm absolutely never going to have children. The last thing I want is a smelly, sticky little creature keeping me awake at night. And it ruins your body. I don't know why you decided to have one, especially so young. Oh, do you, like, need a ride? Or is your totally-not-your-boyfriend picking you up?â
Violet held her tongue. Courtney meant well, she knew. She was just lacked a filter sometimes. âHeâs at home with the baby, as far as I know. And he's not my boyfriend.â
âRight, he's just your friendâwho happens to be a guyâwho you live with and who's helping you raise your kid. Actually, I think you're right. That's closer to a husband.â She opened the passenger door of her car with a flourish. âM'lady.â
âDork.â
âRude. You're going to have to actually show me a picture or introduce me one of these days, because if he lives in a posh neighborhood like that and you're not jumping his bones, then either there's something wrong with him, or something deeply, deeply wrong with you. What's his name, anyway? I don't think you've ever told me.â
Violet squirmed, holding onto the door for dear life as Courtney peeled out of the car park like a bat out of hell. âHarry.â
âHarry? Oh my god, what is he, eighty? That's such an old man name. Oh my god, Vi, is he your sugar daddy?â
âNo! Christ, no. We grew up together, he's only a little bit older than me.â
âDefine âa little bit older.ââ
âTwo years.â
âOkaaay⌠so, he's, what, twenty four, and you grew up together, but now he lives in a house that easily could have cost a few million pounds?â
âHe has a good job.â
Courtney still looked skeptical, but she seemed willing to drop the topic for the moment.
âI am so not excited about our stretcher workshop next week. I don't get why we have to make them ourselves, you can buy pre-made ones for peanuts.â
She turned so sharply that Violet was thrown into the door.
âIf you make them yourself, you can make them whatever size or shape you need.â
âAnyone who needs bespoke canvases needs to get a life.â
It was Violetâs turn to look skeptical. âDo you actually enjoy art?â
âI like making pretty things. Some people need to find meaning in anythingâit's ridiculous. Like that one Van Gogh, it's just some sunflowers in a vase. It doesn't mean anything other than âhere's a vase of flowers.â Itâs not even pretty.â
âI think itâs beautiful. To me, it's sort of about finding beauty and happiness in the little things. Yâknow, the stuff we take for granted.â
Courtney rolled her eyes so dramatically, Violet was certain she'd miss the turn onto Harry's street, but she whipped the steering wheel to the left at the last possible second, coming to a screeching halt in front of the house.
âYou are such a precocious hipster.â
âYou mean pretentious?â
âYou say âtomato,â I say âsnob.â But we all have to be snobby about something, I guess. Which reminds me, there's a party on Saturday. Meganâthe girl with the teeth? She's throwing this insane rager at her parentsâ guest house. Bring your little boy-toy along. Drinks will be on the houseâamong other things.â
Violetâs stomach turned. âI don't⌠I donât drink. Or do âother things.â I have to take care of Winnie, and I have work to do for the- for school. Harry wouldn't be interested, anyway.â
âGod, you and that baby. It's like kids are sponges for fun. I get that you're a little older than most of us, but you don't have to act like you're thirty. Come on, live a little.â
âMaybe next time. Iâve got some things I need to do,â she mumbled, gathering her things.
âWhat, you're not even going to introduce me to Mister Mystery? Oh my god, is he, like, heinously ugly? He is, isn't he? Like Frankenstein?â
âA real modern Prometheus,â Violet said dryly, clambering out of the car with her bag over her shoulder and the canvas under her arm. âI'll see you Monday. Thanks for the ride.â
âAny time, babe.â Courtney waggled her fingers in a wave as she took off, tyres screeching.
Violet shook her head, watching her speed away. Maybe, in a sort of roundabout way, Courtney had a point.
***
Harry had propped Gwen up with some pillows on the living room floor, and was in the middle of an elaborate stuffed animal puppet show when Violet came home.
He saw her out of the corner of his eye, hovering in the doorway, her curls mussed and her face streaked with a bit of blue paint. She was absolutely radiant.
âAnd Mister Mittens and Miss Duckie played with little Gwennie and Mummy and Uncle Harry all day, and we all lived happily ever after.â
Gwen squealed as he tickled her belly and scooped her up into his arms.
âLook who's home, little bug.â He couldn't help thinking how natural it would feel to slip his arm around Violetâs waist and press a kiss to her cheek as he deposited the baby in her outstretched arms.
âHello, my love! Did you have a nice day?â
âAaa!â Gwen patted her motherâs cheeks happily, babbling on as if she actually were describing her adventures.
âWe played with blocks all morning, and then we had tea at Nanâs. Little Miss has become quite the cat lady, sheâs charmed the whiskers off Dusty and Dotty.â Harry smiled. âI was starting to worry, youâre usually back by now.â
Violet was practically vibrating with excitement, her brilliant smile on full display. âSorry. Professor Collins asked me to stay after our crit.â
âOh?â
âI guess she's friends with a gallery ownerâWilliam Gladstone. He hosts an exhibition every year, and on of this year's artists dropped out at the last minute. Mr. Gladstone wants me to take the open spot.â
âYouâre joking! Vi, that's incredible!â
âItâs not a huge thing, mind. But it's something.â She pressed a kiss to Gwenâs forehead. âMy little muse. This is all for you, baby love. Everything I've been working for is for you.â
She looked up, slipping her free arm around Harry and standing on tip-toe to kiss his cheek. âThank you, Haz. For everything. Er⌠there is one thing⌠He wants this one.â
Harry glanced at the painting she'd leaned against the doorway. âIs that a problem?â
âWell⌠it's you.â
âIt's the back of my head. Everyone will be too busy looking at this little bug to pay attention to me,â he said, tickling the bottom of Gwenâs foot.
She let out a sigh of relief. âWell, that's one down. He said three to five. I was thinking the one with the three rabbits would be good, and maybe-â
âThe creepy cats?â
Violet nodded. âAnything to get it out of the house, I suppose. Maybe I'll see what I can crank out before everything has to be submitted.â
âI really am proud of you, Vi. You deserve this more than anyone.â
âOh⌠I donât know about that.â
ââM serious. I've seen how hard you've been working, and not just at school. You're an amazing artist, a wonderful mum, and, I think, one of the bravest people I know. You deserve some recognition.â
She ducked to press a kiss to Gwenâs forehead, only half hiding the way she blushed at his praise.
***
That evening, they sat, as they frequently did, in the living room. Harry had long since melted into his armchair, engrossed in his book, and Violet sat on the sofa, feet tucked under her, absorbed in a mystery thriller.
This had become a sort of evening ritual. Violet would put Gwen to bed, and she and Harry would both have some reading time. The only difference tonight was that they each had a slice of sinfully rich chocolate cake (to celebrate), and, instead of her usual chamomile tea, she'd accepted his offer of a glass of whatever he was drinking.
She wanted to pretend it was a small thing, that it didn't matter. She was a grown woman, after all, and why shouldn't she have a glass of wine after dinner?
But the truth was that she trusted Harry. Trusted him not to take advantage, trusted him to watch her back, trusted him, ultimately, to be the family she'd so desperately needed.
âYâknow, I've sort of been thinkingâŚâ
âOh?â He looked up from his book.
âI, um, well⌠there's this mum and baby group that meets at the library on Friday afternoons. It might be good for Winnie, playing with other little ones. Probably wouldn't hurt for me to make some mum friends, too. Plus, it'll get us out of the house a bit. I'm sure you have things you'd like to be doing other than looking after us.â
âI wouldn't put it like that.â He set his book on the side table. âBut I think you're right. It's good to see you⌠stepping out of your comfort zone, I guess.â
She looked down, swirling the deep, ruby liquid in her glass. âNot too far.â
âBaby steps.â Harry paused, studying her for a moment before asking, âWhat's on your mind?â
âIt's silly⌠this girl that I've sort of made friends with invited meâwell, usâto this âinsane rager.â Obviously I'm not going to go, but it did put things into perspective, I think. That's what normal people my age are doing. And it's not that I, yâknow, regret⌠I love Winnie with all my heart. She's my whole world, and I wouldn't trade her for anything. I just sort of wonder sometimesâŚâ
âWhat it would be like if things had worked out differently?â
âYeah,â she sighed, sipped the last of her Merlot, and stood to gather their plates and glasses. âI guess it doesn't matter, really. Christ, it's been a long day. Think I'll clean up and get to bed.â
âYou wash and I'll dry.â
***
As she stood beside Gwenâs cot, stroking the sleeping girl's curls, Violet whispered, âI think everything's going to be okay, baby love. You're going to have the safe, happy life you deserve, I promise. Sleep well, my darling.â
She sighed and settled down in her bed, vaguely wondering what Gwen dreamed about. Probably milk and Mister Mittens and her and Harryâs voices.
As for herself, tonight, Violet dreamed of one of the pieces she planned to submit to the exhibitionâThree Rabbits in Marbury Parkâbut instead of standing at her easel, painting the scene, she was one of the rabbits, bounding through the grass in the golden sunlight, frolicking with her companions amongst the wildflowers.
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Sorry this took so long!!! (,,>ďš<,,)
Things have been a bit hectic around here, but hopefully I'll be getting back to regular updates soon.
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