#the girls love him he looks GREAT in short shorts he has big soulful eyes wait a minute

[buck1eys]

guys i am begging you to consider the parallels

[jjkamochoso]

How JJK Characters React to You Describing Them as Your Type When Todo Asks

Warnings: none

A/N: pretend you’re in a huge group with all of the students present when this question was asked :) also, I went with the anime adaptation of the characters rather than the manga, just fyi!

Yuji:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

“Yeah y/n, we wanna know!” Yuji said, excitedly. You figured there was no harm in sharing, Todo and the group were just looking for fun to distract them for a little bit.

“Okay, well I like guys that are average height, not too tall or short. Super strong, of course, with a cute, goofy smile. Oh, and colored hair is always fun too!”

“Oh man, he sounds so cool! If I find any guys that look like that, don’t worry, I’ll send them your way!” Shaking your head and laughing, you got into a conversation with Megumi while Nobara yanked Yuji out of your earshot.

“Yuji! Don’t you realize what y/n said?!”

He rested his chin in his fingers, deep in thought for a few moments before he answered.

“No? Should I have?”

Nobara didn’t hesitate to whack him on the top of the head.

“They literally described you, idiot! Don’t you own a mirror?!” Yuji’s mouth opened in a big smile. This was great news since he had a big crush on you!

“Y/n! I have to talk to you!”

Megumi:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

You sighed. You didn’t want to join Todo’s antics but you had no choice.

“You don’t have to answer him. It’s a stupid question anyway.”

Megumi’s voice came unexpectedly from behind you. You smiled inwardly at his protectiveness.

“I appreciate that Fushiguro, but I might as well. Let’s see. I like moody boys on the lankier side with dark black hair and dark blue eyes. He has to love animals too.”

You looked at Megumi to see if it registered that you were talking about him. All of a sudden, he sported a deep blush and excused himself from the group. Todo gave you a hearty smack on the back for your response.

“I’m proud of you for baring your soul like that to the one you love,” he said, tears rolling down his face. “Y/n, go get your man!”

You turned to look at your friends who all just shrugged their shoulders. Looks like you’re off to find Megumi then!

Nobara:

“Y/n! What kind of woman is your type?”

You had no hesitation answering this question, you loved to talk about things like this, gossip and crushes and the sort. Besides, it was time Nobara knew how you felt!

“I thought you’d never ask! I really like short girls with short hair. If it’s a vibrant color, that’s a plus. Spunky personalities are the best and I need someone who’ll keep up with me when I go shopping.”

Looking over at Nobara, you saw her jaw drop and you knew she understood what you were getting at.

“Y/n! You liked me and you never told me?! This whole time?!” she shouted, running towards you. You didn’t know whether she was going to hit or kiss you so you took off running as well. Gotta love the feisty girls!

Maki:

“Y/n! What kind of woman is your type?”

“This stupid question again?” grumbled Maki. You were a bit nervous to reply to Todo. You had a huge crush on Maki but she was, well, intimidating, to say the least. To be fair, so was Todo, and you heard what happened to Fushiguro so you went with the safest bet.

“I like girls who are on the taller side and insanely strong. Light eyes, dark hair. Straight to the point, always. And uh… glasses.”

Maki hadn’t moved a muscle and you cringed, fearing the worst. Best case scenario, she would ignore you ever said that. Worst case, she’d beat you up. When she came over and grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, you gulped.

“Y/n. We’re talking about this somewhere else.”

(Spoiler alert: when you were somewhere else, you kissed🤭)

Inumaki:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

Todo was on your last nerve. Sure, he seemed nice enough, but why should you be expected to tell everyone your personal business like this? In front of both schools’ students, no less! When you were filled in on what happens when you don’t answer truthfully, you resigned to the fact that you were exposing your true feelings to everyone today, whether you liked it or not.

“I like shorter men, preferably with medium length blonde hair, and bright purple eyes. He doesn’t talk much but more than makes up for it with his top tier sense of humor.” You noticed that Inumaki never broke his gaze from you as you spoke. You shuffled over to where he was sitting to explain yourself, but this time it was you who couldn’t find the right words.

“Mustard leaf?” Inumaki broke the silence first, basically asking you what was wrong since you marched over there and hadn’t said a thing.

“Look, Toge, I’m sorry if I—”

He tugged on your sleeve, stopping you. In his hands was a note that read, “I like you too” with a little smiley face at the end.

Yuta:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

You weren’t sure how to answer Todo. On one hand, you didn’t want to expose your crush on Yuta. On the other, would be it so bad for the truth to be out there? He was a kind person that wouldn’t drop your friendship if he didn’t feel the same way.

“I really like average height guys with longer dark hair and big, dark blue eyes. Personality wise he has to be extremely loyal and caring. Oh, and good with a sword.”

“Sooo… Yuta?” questioned Panda, and you nodded in agreement, your face warming with a blush.

“Wait, me? Really?” Yuta’s eyes lit up as he broke out into a hopeful smile. You nodded again.

“Oh man, that’s great!” he exclaimed, and then sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve liked you for awhile too and I just thought maybe you didn’t feel the same but you do! Which is amazing!” You laughed softly at his rambling. This school year just got a whole lot better!

Gojo:

“Y/L/N sensei! What kind of man is your type?”

“Todo, isn’t that wildly inappropriate to ask your superior?” you answered, a joking tone present.

“Maybe, but we’re curious! Please, sensei?”

“Yeah, sensei! It’s just for fun” Yuji chimed in.

“And it’s a team building exercise to know something so personal! You’re always saying we need to communicate better,” added Nobara. You rolled your eyes playfully.

“I meant that to be an exercise among you children, not me. But I will entertain this for only a moment, so listen carefully,” you told the group and they cheered like their favorite baseball player hit a home run. As you were about to spill your secret, you spotted Satoru leaning against a wall, clearly interested in the secret you were about to spill.

“I like super tall men who are lean but extremely strong. He has to be very funny and goofy but with a kind heart. White hair and striking blue eyes are also a must.”

Maki’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she exclaimed, “You like that blindfolded idiot?!”

As the kids clamored at the newfound information, Gojo took that time to approach you and the students.

“Excuse me everyone, but me and my new lover must depart,” he announced, taking your hand dramatically while leading you away to laugh at what just happened.

Noritoshi:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

You groaned. You really didn’t want Noritoshi to know about your infatuation with him. It was no secret that he had more important things to deal with than schoolyard crushes so you were afraid to confess in case it made him uncomfortable—or worse, dislike you!

“You don’t have to answer the immature question, y/n,” Noritoshi spoke up when he noticed your discomfort. You were grateful for him but you wanted to keep the peace among your classmates and judging by the death glare Todo sent to you two, you’d better start talking.

“Thank you Kamo, but I value harmony among friends so I will answer this for Todo’s amusement only. I like tall men with a bit longer dark hair and gray eyes. Having an honorable character and being good with a bow is the way to my heart.” You felt Noritoshi tense up next to you and you refused to look at him out of fear of rejection. He took you by surprise when he leaned over ever so slightly to whisper to you.

“I was caught off guard by your confession but I can’t say I don’t feel the same. Can we discuss this later?”

Todo:

“Y/n! What kind of man is your type?”

Your eyes went wide when Todo’s booming voice reached your ears. You were super into him but no one knew. You knew you couldn’t fool him with a fake answer, though, and if you were going to feel his hand for the first time, you’d rather it be from holding it with your own than having it curled in a fist and connecting with your face.

“Um… I like men that are extremely tall and buff. Dark hair, tan skin. And passionate, of course.”

“Hm! That’s a great answer! He sounds hot,” replied Todo, smirking, “but unfortunately for that perfect fake man, I’m taking you on a date first because you’re my type!”

You definitely weren’t expecting this!

Mai:

“Y/n! What kind of woman is your type?”

You rolled your eyes. This big oaf is going to jeopardize your friendship for sure. You really liked Mai but you figured she wasn’t into dating and all the lovey dovey stuff.

“Do I have to answer?” you asked, praying Todo had a change of heart.

“No, y/n, we all wanna know. What’s your type?” Mai chimed in, a sly grin on her face. You gulped.

“I… like women that have short, dark hair and dark eyes. If she’s taller than average that’s cool, and I love a snarky personality.”

“No way!” exclaimed Momo when she realized who you were talking about. You refused to look anyone in the eyes out of embarrassment and fear. What you weren’t expecting was Mai grabbing your hand and leading you somewhere else. Hopefully it was to talk and not get beat up!

Momo:

“Y/n! What kind of woman is your type?”

You huffed in annoyance. There were always some sort of antics with this guy! You had liked Momo for awhile now but she was like an enigma to you. You could never get a good read on her so maybe telling her how you felt outright would be a good thing?

“I really like girls with blonde hair and blue eyes, and short, too. Having a cute personality is a plus as well,” you answered, hoping that was straightforward enough.

“Wait a minute, that sounds exactly like me!” Momo exclaimed, blushing slightly. You sheepishly nodded your head.

“Because it is. I have a crush you.”

The whole group erupted in a chorus of “aww’s” and “how adorable.” You were nervous that you had accidentally made her uncomfortable but your fears disappeared as she came over to sit next to you. When the students were distracted by another topic, you felt Momo’s hand rest over so slightly on top your own and you knew you made the right decision to confess.

Miwa:

“Y/n! What kind of woman is your type?”

Before you spoke, you met eyes with Miwa. It almost seemed as if she was anxious to hear what you had to say!

“Girls with dark blue eyes and are average height are my type. I also really like girls with kind hearts and are down to earth. Blue hair isn’t too bad, either,” you finished, smiling nervously. Both of you were blushing messes while Mai scoffed “Get a room!” Your classmates were just happy that the secret was out in the open—they were tired of you two dancing around your feelings for each other!

[flowerandblood]

Rip my heart, heal my soul

[ Jack the Ripper • modern!Aemond x female ]

[ warnings: sex content, smut, angst, stalking, violence, mention of murder and body mutilation, manipulation, obsession ]

[ description: Driven by his hatred of women, who in his opinion are mere whores, Aemond delights in killing them when they least expect it - during their rapture with him. He meets a girl whom he chooses as his next target, but it turns out that this time he is the victim of a feeling he has never known before in his life. Murder, mutilation of his victims, obsessive, poetic, dark!Aemond. ]

This oneshot is an Anon Request and is created with Halloween in mind, so unlike what I usually write, these fisc will be very dark and uncomfortable. Keep this in mind before you start reading.

Next chapter: Rip my heart, heal my soul (2)

Aemond Inside Alphabet

*English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy!*

My others works: Masterlist

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He hated how two-faced women could be. With what ease they pretended to be sweet, innocent, warm, looking at him with dreamy eyes, only to fuck him a few hours later like common whores in their flat, moaning loudly like butchered animals.

He loved to see their expressions of surprise when they suddenly felt a fishing lines tighten around their neck as he fucked them from behind, choking them while smiling broadly, pleased to hear them stop making those sickening sounds, trying helplessly to grab air in their lungs and only then did he cum with a sigh of relief.

He loathed them.

He abhorred them.

Women like them laughed at him when he was in highschool, when he lost his left eye. They avoided him, calling him a cyclop, a monster, considering themselves superior, beautiful inside and out.

He knew how simple their mechanism of action was, all they had to do was meet a well-built, mysterious, charismatic man and they were all wet, suddenly forgetting about his artificial eye, ready for him to fuck them anywhere and any way.

They wanted to be the unique ones, the special ones.

They kept repeating to him that "they weren't like other girls" and he looked at them with a smile, nodding.

He'd gouge their eyeballs out of their eye sockets, grinning to find that it suited them to look like this. Suddenly they seemed to be some kind of terrifying beasts, demons from the innermost abysses of darkness that had come to devour him.

He quartered their bodies with cleavers, packed them in great black sacks into which he placed stones and drove many hours ahead, finding some lake into which he threw their remains, their empty shell, as he liked to think of them.

His first target was his schoolmate who mocked him, but then he began to observe women and girls outside clubs, hunting down those who behaved similarly, pretending to be inaccessible, hard to get.

He knew this was nonsense, a cover for a guy to want to try harder.

Because of what he did, he changed his address frequently, catching light seasonal jobs. Mostly he was employed in cafés, because there he could observe people, often finding new targets. Women would frequently pretend to come to work there with their laptops, but would glance at him surreptitiously, checking if he was looking at them.

One day he heard the ringing of a bell hanging over the door and felt hot in his chest at the thought that this girl was perfect.

She was wearing an oversized pastel jumper, light-coloured shorts and mid-thigh-length woollen socks, her hair partly pinned back. A typical sweet pastel girl making big eyes, thinking he didn't know who she really was.

She smiled warmly at him as she approached the counter, but he didn't reciprocate the gesture and looked at her expectantly, throwing a cloth over his shoulder in a gesture of impatience.

"Good morning. A large hot chocolate, please." She said softly, pulling her small rucksack off her back, searching in it for her wallet.

As she opened it, looking in it for banknotes, he saw out of the corner of his eye a student card from a university an hour away from their town and pressed his lips together, thinking it was a perfect match. He scooped her order onto the till and glanced down at her, she reached his shoulder height.

"Anything else?" He asked indifferently and she shook her head, undeterred by his coolness she was still smiling.

Stupid bitch.

"No, thank you." She said calmly, and he told her the amount she had to pay. She placed in front of him exactly as much as he had said, and he walked over to the machine and busied himself filling her order.

"Did you come here on holiday?" He asked her, standing with his back to her. He felt her move uncomfortably, surprised by his question.

"In a way." She said lightly, but added nothing more. He handed her a cup and she took it from him, looked him in the eye and thanked him, then sat down by the window, setting down her chocolate, pulling a laptop from her backpack.

He wandered between tables cleaning them and collecting orders from other guests, glancing at her screen out of the corner of his eye each time, wanting to find something that might give him a clue as to who she was, what she was doing.

He saw that she was constantly typing something in an open text document with quick, sure movements, clicking loudly on the keyboard, taking a sip of chocolate once in a while. When their gazes met she smiled slightly at him, but immediately went back to work again.

Despite his hopes that she would order something else, after half an hour she packed up and left, wiping her table with her handkerchief beforehand and bringing him her empty cup, throwing over her shoulder to wish him a good day.

He felt all tense and bit his lower lip, knowing exactly how he would spend the evening.

As soon as he entered his flat he opened the internet browser on his laptop and typed in the name of her university. It was a private institution of higher learning, so she either had to have an outstanding academic record or a great deal of money.

Another fucking nepotistic child, he thought with amusement and mockery.

He started browsing the university's website, her Facebook page and Instagram hoping to see her somewhere, but found nothing. The only thing he found out was that the university specialised in the humanities, psychology, history, literature.

That would explain why she wrote so much.

He felt impatience and frustration when she didn't come for days, unable to concentrate, thinking only of her. Standing outside the club, smoking a cigarette, he caught himself not observing what was going on around him at all, replaying for the hundredth time her visit to the café, her smile, her cordiality, the fact that she had cleaned up after herself so he wouldn't have to.

He knew it was all just a shell, underneath which there was only disgusting meat.

He couldn't hide the gleam in his eye, the grimace of satisfaction that ascended suddenly on his face and disappeared a moment later when he saw her again in the doorway of the café, this time she was wearing a summer blue dress, her hair tied up in a braid. She walked up to the counter and ordered the same hot chocolate again with a smile.

He felt he needed to start any light conversation.

"Wouldn't you prefer something cooler for such a hot day? We have freshly squeezed juices." He suggested, looking at her out of the corner of his eye, and she turned her head, curious, and hesitated, involuntarily pressing her lips together.

He looked at them, at their pink, fleshy, moist texture, at her slender, long neck, and swallowed loudly, feeling his trousers pulsing at the thought of tightening the noose on her.

"Do you also have orange juice?" She asked softly and he nodded.

"Of course." He replied lowly.

"In that case, I'll have the juice." She said, taking out her wallet again, this time his attention was caught by the small photos she had slipped into a translucent pocket, a picture of some boy, a dog and an older man.

He wondered if she had a boyfriend and furrowed his eyebrows as he pressed half an orange to the juice squeezer, recognising in his mind that this would complicate things a lot. He set the glass in front of her and took the banknote she handed him.

"Thank you very much for your suggestion." She said lightly, with a wide, warm smile, satisfaction in her eyes. She moved ahead to the same table as before and took out her laptop again, starting to type something.

He circled around her for half an hour until he finally decided he couldn't stand it.

He walked over to her table with a cloth and spray, pretending he had to wipe the top, and she picked up her laptop, wanting to help him and make some space.

"Do you work even on holidays?" He asked her indifferently, and she blinked, surprised by his question, and grunted quietly, correcting herself in her seat.

"I have to publish academic articles if I want to keep my place at university. But I like doing it." She said, shrugging her shoulders, not even a trace of displeasure on her face. She put her laptop back on the table when he had finished, and he analysed quickly what she had said.

So it was a scholarship after all, she wasn't paying tuition fees.

"What are you writing about this time?" He asked feeling that this was his only chance, glancing at her nervously, wondering if he was crossing the line or being too persistent. She lifted her gaze to him and turned her head.

"I'm writing an article on the prose of Edgar Allan Poe. Do you know him?" She asked lightly, and he involuntarily bit his lower lip at her question.

Prose in which men cut out their beloveds' entrails, collected their teeth, confessed poems over their cadaverous faces, professing infinite love for them, raging with desire, with despair, with the darkness that was tearing them apart.

Of course he fucking knew him.

"Yeah. It's a pretty dark choice." He admitted, looking at her, recognising with surprise that it didn't match either her clothes, her manner or her personality. She giggled at his words, placing her elbows on the tabletop, not taking her bright gaze off him.

"It is true, however, there is something captivating about him. His darkness is filled with pain, his inner struggle, as if he still lived in agony even when he loved, even when he seemed happy. Each of his poems, each of his stories, is a dark work of art that I could analyse endlessly. He is an inexhaustible source of inspiration for me." She finished her explanation and he stared at her with his lips tightened, feeling the heat in his lower abdomen and the pulsing in his trousers at her words, feeling like he was about to throw himself at her like an animal.

She was perfect.

"Which of his stories do you like the most?" He asked finally, feeling with surprise that his voice trembled slightly, his heart pounding like mad, he had the feeling that he was looking at her as if something possessed him.

She thought about his question, lifting her gaze upwards and hummed under her breath.

"Black Cat. This is his first story I've read. I couldn't get over it, had trouble sleeping afterwards. I promised myself I'd never go back to it again, but I couldn't stop thinking about it and ended up reading the whole book." She said with a smile and some kind of excitement.

"And yours?" She asked, continuing their exchange, and he felt a tightening in his throat at the thought that he had succeeded, that he had intrigued her.

"The Fall of the House of Usher." He whispered, thinking of the woman locked in the coffin alive, unable to get out, whose moans were heard by her own brother, but he chose not to help her, horrified by what he had done.

He thought that perhaps he too could lock her up like this, keep her to himself, only not underground, not in a coffin, but in his arms. He shuddered when an impatient customer called out to him if he was going to serve her, and he gave her a furious look.

"Of course." He said lowly, walking up to her, asking what he could help with.

Usually if someone frustrated him so much, spoke to him in the way she did when she paid him, complaining about his tone of voice, the way he looked at her, he would find her and do to her what he did to everyone else.

However, now that he had met her, he didn't want to have to change his residence again and decided to hold back.

He saw with a squeeze in his heart that she had closed her laptop and started packing.

He didn't want her to leave.

She approached the counter and he felt a tightening in his throat, his whole body tense.

"I'm very sorry this woman treated you this way. I worked as a waitress last year too and I know what a thankless job it is. Don't worry about it. See you later." She said lightly and waved at him and he led her away with his eyes, watching as she disappeared around the corner throwing him another happy smile.

From that moment on, he felt that he was completely crazy about her.

He stopped going under the clubs and stalking other women, decided he didn't need to waste his time with whores when he found her, his Berniece, Morella, Eleonora, his muse, his dark inspiration, his elusive lover, the object of his desire and desperate, hot affection, his obsession.

Never before in his life had he felt so wonderful; he felt as if his insides were filled with fire.

After what she had told him, he realised that she must have been studying fiction, and he searched for academic works published on the internet about Poe's poetry, hoping to come across her name by chance.

He was not mistaken.

He licked his mouth involuntarily as he typed another name into the browser and her Facebook profile picture came up.

He bit his lip as he entered her profile, seeing that apart from basic information as he wasn't friends with her he couldn't see much else. However, he already knew that she was three years younger than him and that she was in fact studying fiction.

He went back to her article, starting to read curiously, wanting to see if she really was that good, if her words weren't just haughty, populist feminine gibberish.

The Black Cat is the story not of a madman who murdered his cat in an act of rage. It is the story of a progressive illness and trauma, a proceeding inner agony and schizophrenia that the main character is unable to cope with, his mind and his feelings measured against his animal aggression, his desire to vent his urges and frustrations purely physically. He begins to lose his memory, able to wake up suddenly in a different place, not knowing what he was doing a few days before, losing his grip on reality completely. It is very likely that the other cat he sees does not exist at all, is merely a figment of his imagination, his remorse, his progressive illness. The protagonist, falling into a spiral of his own madness, is unable to distinguish between his imagination and reality, terrified and filled with aggression like a feral animal he collapses into himself, eventually leading to tragedy, in his madness walling up his beloved wife. We observe a phenomenon of slow dehumanisation, the protagonist discarding piece by piece all sorts of brakes that on a daily basis stop us from sudden, brutal, cruel acts, leaving only pure reactions, filled with anger and frustration. Despite his actions, the reader, being inside the protagonist's head, involuntarily sympathises with him, understanding that he cannot control how his own mind, that he cannot stop the inevitable, that he is doomed to fall apart completely.

He swallowed loudly, feeling the dryness in his throat, stroking his chin with a nervous, anxious hand gesture, wondering why his heart was pounding so much, why he was so tense.

He thought he felt as if she had written about him, as if she had looked into the depths of his inner emptiness and described with tenderness and care what was happening to him. He bit his thumb thinking that he felt understood, not judged, that there was warmth emanating from her text and what she wrote.

He thought with horror that he might have fallen in love with her.

He waited for her every day, taking more shifts at work than he had to, afraid that he wouldn't be there that day when she came again. He felt a tickle in his fingers at the thought of seeing her again, of talking to her again, of looking at her soft, happy face.

When, a few days later, she walked into the café in a black top and shorts, he felt immediately what he saw in his trousers, ready to fuck her in his back room.

He thought he couldn't treat her that way, she hadn't done anything through which he should show her such disrespect, treat her so objectively. She approached him with a slight, pleased smile, her eyes shining, and he thought, feeling heat in his chest, that she was glad to see him.

"Good morning. I'll have the same delicious juice as last time, please." She said in a soft, warm voice and he swallowed quietly, the corner of his mouth twitching in a smile, which didn't escape her notice.

"Coming right up, ma'am." He said softly, and she blinked, shifting from foot to foot, he had the impression she was blushing, she lowered her eyelids meekly, her eyes covered by a veil of her lashes, looking down at her hands.

He tried to focus on his task and prepared her juice, handing it to her and she gave him a banknote.

"Further article writing today?" He asked her in a calm, light tone and she nodded.

"Yes. Would you like to read it? I like to hear other people's opinions, maybe give me some advice, or hint at your observations." She said softly, no undertone or attempt at flirtation could be heard in her tone of voice.

This turned him on even more.

"I would love to. Unfortunately, working here, I won't have as much time to sit down and read everything at once." He said uncertainly and she waved her hand, smiling broadly.

"I don't mean to disturb you while you're working. Give me your email if you want, I'll send you my file." She said with a smile and he nodded, pulling a piece of paper from a drawer and quickly writing down his address, feeling his hands tremble.

He couldn't find the words with what excitement he was waiting to hear from her. He paced around his flat taking deep sips of coffee, feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins, his heart pounding like crazy.

He refreshed his messages once in a while, and when he finally saw a message from her he sat down rapidly at his laptop, opening it quickly.

Hi, thank you very much for deciding to devote your free time to me and reading what I have written. Feel free to write me what you think, perhaps you have some comments or suggestions. I am sending a PDF of the article as an attachment. Greetings!

He swallowed loudly, immediately opened the document she had sent him and began to read. This time she was dwelling on Poe's love literature and he felt hot at the thought. She wrote about how he describes women in his prose, seeing them as phantoms, statues, demigoddesses, elusive to him, being his constant object of boundless adoration bordering on madness.

He agreed with everything she wrote, but one thing caught his attention. He thought for a long time how to put his thoughts into words so as not to scare her away.

Hi, you've done a wonderful job, I'm very impressed. It's great to read what you write and I agree with practically everything you've written. However, I am puzzled by the wording you used when you question the sincerity of his feelings, assuming that what the protagonist felt towards his women was not in fact love, but only an obsession for an unmatched ideal, that he did not see human form in her. I disagree with this statement looking at the fact that when she ceased to be this ideal, when she died his interest in her did not diminish, his feelings did not fade and his despair only widened. I think his obsession stemmed from his emotionality, from loving her too much, from not being able to draw a line, sinking into his feeling instead of taming it. I hope you don't find what I've written upsetting and don't take it as criticism. Once again, very well done. Greetings.

He sent it at last and stood up, walking around his living room as if in a trance, on the one hand filled with euphoria that he had had contact with her, that he had been able to talk to her, on the other terrified by what he had written, that he had evinced in those words a hint of who he himself was, that he had shown her too much.

He started to feel anxious when he didn't get any reply for half an hour and literally threw himself at his laptop when suddenly an unread message from her appeared glowing white in his inbox.

He clicked on it quickly and began to read, licking his lips.

Your observation is quite interesting and I partially agree with the statement. I think it is true that a feeling on the part of the protagonist cannot be ruled out, as his inner dilemmas often concern matters of beauty, his remarks on the smallest details of their appearance or behaviour that rejoice him every day. Indeed, perhaps my assessment was too harsh. What I mean is that I believe - but this is my subjective opinion - that when it comes to true love, even when it is wrapped in obsession, the safety of the beloved should be the overriding thought, the priority, and yet sometimes the protagonist chooses his desire, his psychosis at the expense of the object of his adoration, who, after all, he supposedly loved. If I were to be loved I would want to be able to feel safe and not wonder every night if my beloved would clamp his hands around my neck and strangle me whispering that he loves me.

He felt a shudder reading her last sentence, reading what she had written again and again, feeling the heat in his chest, his heart pounding like crazy, feeling the tension in his trousers, his cock pulsing hard.

If I were to be loved I would want to be able to feel safe and not wonder every night if my beloved would clamp his hands around my neck and strangle me whispering that he loves me.

He thought that he would never hurt her.

That he would make her feel safe, kissing every inch of her beautiful, soft body with adoration every day, enclosing her in the embrace of his arms, protecting her from the darkness of the whole world, including his own.

He didn't know what he should answer, what she had written seemed so private, intimate, his hands hovered over the keyboard in uncertainty. If he could he would find her, go to her and not fuck her, but make love to her all night.

He would have cuddled her close and whispered reassuringly to her with each deep, peaceful thrust of his hips, stroking her soft, warm skin, sinking his hands into her hair, drawing in her scent with his nose.

He quickly unbuckled his belt from his trousers and unzipped them, put his hand under the material of his boxers, grasping his throbbing, hard manhood, the tip of which was already leaking his wetness, and began to massage himself with quick aggressive movements, panting hard, closing his eyes, thinking about what he would do to her, how tender he would be, how much he wanted to be affectionate, for her, just for her.

He came with a low, helpless moan, panting loudly, resting his forehead against the top of the desk he was sitting at and swallowed his saliva loudly, concluding that he had never felt anything like this before in his life.

He took a quick shower afterwards, thinking hard about his answer, and sat down in front of his laptop in only his trousers, his hair still wet, opening the window beforehand and lighting a cigarette, taking a drag thoughtfully, then began to write.

In this case, too, I have to agree with you. You don't really love someone if you can't protect them from themselves. The protagonists fight each other and fail, but does that mean that they didn't really love, or however, is it simply madness that prevails, the fear that fate will take their beloved away from them, so in order not to feel that fear anymore, they end their life first? Whatever it is, they are driven by despair.

He finally wrote and sent the message, letting the smoke out loudly with his mouth, shaking the ash from his cigarette into the ashtray standing by his computer. He received a reply from her after about fifteen minutes and managed to make himself a cup of tea in the meantime.

I think that's the key word in understanding their dilemma. Despair. Their beauty, their wonderfulness frightens them, they can't bear how much they love them. They are despairing that while their affection may be eternal, their bodies are not so, cruelly destroyed by time, that every second brings them closer to their death. This realisation seems unbearable to them. I will amend this paragraph and expand on what we have been talking about. Thank you very much. Will you be at work tomorrow?

He blinked, reading the last sentence, tightening his lips, writing back quickly.

You're welcome, it's been a pleasure. Yes, I will.

She wrote him back after a moment.

In that case, I'm glad. See you tomorrow!

According to what she wrote she came the next day. This time it was he who smiled at her first, and she reciprocated the gesture, walking up to the counter with a light step.

"The article has been sent. Thanks to you I think it's perfect. If you don't mind, I would like to invite you to a temporary exhibition at the museum as a token of my gratitude. It concerns neo-Gothic illustrations for horror novels, including Poe's, and I thought it might interest you." She said, lowering her gaze with a kind of embarrassment, playing with her fingers, and he felt a shiver go through him, his legs suddenly as soft as cotton wool.

Was she asking him out?

He swallowed loudly at the thought feeling like his heart would rip out of his chest.

"When?" He asked absentmindedly, glancing down at the glass he had just poured her juice into, his hands trembling. He saw that she lifted her gaze to him, hearing with hope that he hadn't declined her offer.

"And when do you have the day off?" She asked softly, he could see from the corner of his eye that she was smiling, embarrassed and happy at the same time. He felt a tightening in his stomach at the thought and a heat in his lower abdomen.

"Tomorrow."

Women often invited him to meetings and he came to them with relish, braiding them into his web, but this time he was terrified and flustered inwardly, outwardly maintaining his icy mask.

He combed his fair hair back, wore a black turtleneck and black trousers and a watch, and decided he looked good enough, elegant but at the same time not pompous.

When he arrived at the agreed place she was already waiting for him in front of the entrance, waving at him, she was wearing a light summer strapless dress, a small rucksack on her back, part of her hair braided at the back of her head.

She ran up to him with a smile and they stood in front of each other, unsure of how to greet.

"Hi. Here, this one is for you." She said, handing him his ticket without suggesting a hug or a handshake.

Her approach was very open, but physically she kept her distance.

The fact that he couldn't touch her was driving him crazy.

They both entered a beautiful neo-baroque building that must once have been a small noble residence and followed the signs. They stepped across the creaky wooden floor into a black room lit only by spotlights set on each of the works on exhibiton.

For the most part, they were etchings and lithographs with depictions of agony, death, loving embraces, figures full of anxiety, ghosts, symbolic scenes, executed with great precision and care. They both bent over each work, looking at it carefully, not rushing anywhere, wanting to analyse exactly what they were seeing.

"Amazing how artists can capture the spirit of prose, isn't it? Looking at it I immediately feel what the author wrote about, the same anxiety even though I don't have the text in front of me." She said quietly with some kind of admiration, he listened to her but had trouble concentrating, smelling the pleasant scent of her girlish, floral perfume.

"Mmm." He hummed under his breath and nodded in agreement, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. He saw that she was looking at him too and they both turned away, embarrassed.

He couldn't help himself, his hand involuntarily mussed hers as they moved on to the next piece of work, he felt her flinch, but she didn't move away.

He heard her quietly draw in air as his fingers tentatively intertwined with hers, he felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest. He pressed his lips together as he felt her fingers spread, allowing him to grab hold and they watched further.

He didn't let go of her hand then or when they left the building, talking about what they'd seen, pretending that nothing had happened between them, that it was a simple friendly gesture.

He saw that her face was all flushed, her gaze lowered, a gentle, warm smile of happiness on her face. He felt a squeeze in his heart at the sight, at the thought that he was not repelling her, that she was not disgusted by him.

He walked her to the tenement where she rented a room and immediately memorised the number, knowing in the back of his mind that he would surely be passing this way often over the next few weeks. They looked at each other and he wondered if she would want him to kiss her, to go inside.

He wanted it and didn't want it at the same time.

"I hope you had a nice time. Thank you for everything." She said softly looking at him at last, her eyes big and filled with something that made him hot, their fingers still entwined in a light, non-committal embrace.

"Very nice." He murmured, looking down at her thoughtfully, at her soft, pleasant face, at her pink lips and red cheeks. She swallowed loudly and let go of his hand, embarrassed.

"Goodnight." She whispered and opened the wicket, closing it behind her.

"Goodnight." He replied and led her away with his eyes, watching as she opened the door and disappeared behind it. He stood and waited to see where the light would turn on, and after a moment the warm glow of the night light illuminated a room on the second floor of the house.

From that day onwards, she spent long hours every day in his café, not knowing that every evening he arranged to walk around her townhouse, watching her window from afar, sometimes seeing her silhouette as she walked from place to place, or as she opened the window to let in some cool, fresh air.

Since he met her he has not killed anyone.

Since he met her he had felt no need to kill anyone.

She filled his every thought, his every breath, the vision of her and her face brought him sweet relief, the touch of her hands, their entwined fingers kept him awake.

He felt that they had formed a bond, he felt that she reciprocated his affect, he could see it in her gaze, in the way she smiled at him as she crossed the café door and spotted him behind the counter.

One day, he couldn't stand it and such a direct proposal came out of his mouth that he felt embarrassed for himself.

"I need to spend an evening with you or I'll go crazy." He said standing over her table and she looked at him surprised, her cheeks lit up with a hot blush.

She lowered her gaze, knowing exactly what he wanted, what he was implying, and swallowed loudly while he looked at her helplessly thinking only of the fact that he was an impatient idiot.

"I need that too." She confessed and he tightened his lips at the words.

That same evening he found himself at her door.

When she opened it for him he clung to her lips as if starved, enclosing her cheeks in the tender embrace of his hands. He pulled away pressing his forehead to hers, her gaze at once fearful and thirsty, warm and dreamy, her lips twitching slightly in uncertainty.

"I know." He whispered, kissing her again, capturing her lower lip between his own, releasing her with a loud click, her fingertips running through his hair. "I know, I won't hurt you. God, I would never hurt you."

He was delighted by her sweet, innocent sounds as he placed slow, tender kisses on her neck, her shoulders, as he laid her down on her bed, running his fingers over her body, taking his time, letting her calm down, letting her feel that he would not take her by force, that he would wait as long as she needed.

"It's okay. It's okay." He whispered soothingly, running his hot lips, swollen with desire, over her soft skin, laying between her thighs, letting her feel how hard he was, how much he needed her.

"Oh." Rippled out of her mouth when she felt it, and he chuckled under his breath, delighted by her reaction. He raised himself up on his elbows and looked at her face, then ran the tip of his nose over hers.

"Will you let me kiss you down there?" He cooed, lowering his hand to her bare thigh, running his fingertips over it, feeling goosebumps forming where he touched her. She nodded, and he hummed before kissing her again.

They undressed slowly, unhurriedly, as he lowered the straps of her dress and exposed one of her breasts he began to place tender, light, butterfly kisses on her skin, barely brushing her with his breath, feeling her breathing fast, her lips parted in delight.

She helped him pull off his black t-shirt and his trousers, and after a moment they were both wonderfully naked, like Adam and Eve in paradise before they picked the forbidden fruit.

He looked at her adoringly and kissed her deeply, passionately, and she reciprocated his gesture, weaving her delicate hands into his hair, drawing him close, his chest pressed against her breasts.

He began to slide his lips down her sternum, to her navel all the way down, leaving a moist, sticky trail of his saliva, feeling her writhing beneath him with arousal.

With a gentle, slow movement, he spread her thighs in front of him and noticed her glowing, sticky moisture dripping onto the sheets beneath them.

He didn't hesitate for a moment, with a groan of pleasure he pressed his lips to her folds, running his nose over her clit, his tongue slipped tentatively and tasted in a circular motion what was between them, her wetness and her taste spilling over his palate, her whole body trembled, her hand tightened on his hair, a cry came from her throat.

"− shhh −" He hushed her tenderly, sinking deeper into her hot flesh, his tongue with sure, intense motions began to invade between her throbbing walls, licking and rubbing her upper wall just at her entrance, feeling her hidden spot from which her thighs trembled in his hands.

"− please −" She mumbled, but he shushed her again, knowing exactly what she needed, how he should caress her.

He'd been thinking about this for weeks.

He let her come on his face, felt her body lean back with a loud, pleading whine, trying to push him away, she was panting loudly along with him, a purr of satisfaction escaped his throat when he felt how much of her moisture flowed out of her and he licked it all off with devotion, teasing her over-stimulated, throbbing walls.

"− such a good girl − you did so well −" He praised her with admiration and heard her sigh of pleasure. He kissed the inside of her thigh rising up, wiping his face, placing his hands on either side of her head.

"− I need to feel you − alright? − I will take it slow −" He breathed out and she nodded, allowing him to grasp her hips in his hands and entwine her legs around his waist.

When he guided the tip of his cock against her insides she moaned helplessly and he kissed her tenderly, pushing against her, stretching her throbbing wet walls with himself.

"− that's it − ah − I know, baby − I know −" He muttered, hearing her moan of effort, trying hard to take in what he was trying to slide into her, pushing her insides to their limits, her body tensing like a string, one of his hands on her hip, the other holding her cheek, his forehead pressed against hers, her hands entwined around his neck.

They both sighed loudly when he finally entered her fully, feeling her clench hungrily against him on all sides. He slipped his tongue between her lips as he slid out of her slowly, only to fill her to the brim again with the movement of his hips, their hands clenched tightly on their bodies.

"− yes −" She gasped and he groaned into her mouth, feeling his cock pulsate inside her hungrily at her words, his movements faster but still calm, deep, his thighs slapping against her hips with a sticky click.

"− just like that − oh, baby −" He groaned loudly losing control, moving faster and more aggressively inside her, her head tilted back, her eyes clenched shut, her mouth wide open trying to catch air loudly, her breasts waving up and down with each of his thrusts.

He felt her hands tighten on his hips, her body reaching out and literally impaling herself on him, her walls clenching against him driving him crazy.

"− yes − please −" She sobbed pleadingly, as if she was going to cry, as if she was going to die if she didn't experience fulfilment with him.

He pressed his tongue between her lips, their kisses sticky, greedy, the tips of their tongues teasing and licking as his cock fucked her brutally with every sure, deep thrust of his hips.

"− fuck − m' close −" He uttered, and she stroked his hair, reciprocating his kisses with tenderness and devotion, clamping her hand on his buttock, directing him deep inside her, as if that was where he belonged, as if the fact that he was taking her would be the most natural thing in the world.

"− yes − please − inside me −" She mewled, and he growled loudly at her words, letting go at last and coming inside her so hard that for a moment he went dark before his eyes, their bodies still moving towards each other in involuntary motions, his hot cum spilling into her hot core, giving him a feeling of fulfilment and peace.

He opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at her face, finding to his surprise that she was still alive, that he had not strangled her, her breasts rising and falling in accelerated breaths, her gaze warm and hot, her lips trembling slightly. She lifted her hand and touched his scarred cheek, running her fingers over it.

"You are so beautiful." She whispered, and he felt a tightness in his throat at her words, unable to get the phrase out, enchanted by the sight of her, so he merely breathed loudly, letting himself be touched by her.

He couldn't find the right term, the right confession to describe what he felt for her.

He kissed her all night, finally feeling accepted, beautiful, loved, her tender hands stroking his hair, his cheeks, his body all night, praising him, telling him how good he was, how tender he was.

He whispered to her that she was beautiful, that she was his Eleonora, Ophelia, Helena, that he would never hurt her, that she would always be safe with him.

When he returned the next day to his flat, he packed his knives, his fishing lines, his photographs, his mementos of the murders into a big box and drove for hours, finally turning into the woods.

He poured everything he had into a big hole, dozens of blank white eyes, photos of women, their documents, phones and doused it all with petrol, then threw a light inside and watched his past burn.

Finally, he buried it all back, covering it with mulch and moss and drove back the way he came, promising himself that he was done with it, that he would change for her.

That he would protect her.

From the world.

From himself.

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Next chapter: Rip my heart, heal my soul (2)

[sturnioloshacker]

virgin no more - a vinnie hacker smut

a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended

cw: softdom!vinnie, sub!reader, praise kink, pussy eating, vanilla sex, soft sex, creampie, smut. this is an nsfw short, everything written is fictional. interact or don't, i'm not your mother

summary: you lose your virginity to your best friend vinnie

i’ve been thinking about it for so long and i feel that this time, it’s right. for years now, i’ve been a virgin. sure, i’ve had my fair share of kisses and makeout sessions in my past relationships, but i’ve never had sex with my past partners. one, i wasn’t ready and two, i’m terrified of losing it to someone i don’t trust with my heart and soul. but lately, i’ve been having thoughts about losing it to my best friend vinnie. vinnie and i have been best friends since his high school days in seattle. we both moved to la when he blew up on tiktok and now we’re both living in his new recently brought apartment.

it’s not my fault though! have you seen the man?! from his chiseled jawline to his perfectly sculpted god-like body that has been carved by the angels in heaven, he’s just simply irresistible. not only that, his personality is truly one of a kind. the sweetest, most caring human being on planet earth who wears his heart on his sleeve. the only problem is, he’s my best friend and i’m scared that he may not feel the same way that i feel about him. what if I ruin my friendship with him? that would be super awkward and embarrassing. then again, he hasn’t ruined our friendship every time he brings a girl home and fucks her senseless that she basically stumbles out of the house the next morning. 

after taking the time to build up some courage, i decide it’s time.

“hey, vin. can i ask you something?”

“of course, what’s up?”

“this may be super awkward and embarrassing and you don’t have to answer, but what’s it like not being a virgin?”

“woah, um. it’s great, i guess. why you asking?”

“i guess what i’m trying to say is that i’m ready to lose my virginity.”

“that’s great, go for it!”

“i want to lose it to you.”

the silence in the room is so thick, you wouldn’t be able to cut it with a knife. vinnie and i sit opposite each other, our minds racing over what just transpired. great, i just ruined the most amazing friendship i could ever ask for. 

“you want me to take your virginity?”

“yes. i trust you with my whole life. and i love you so much.”

“i love you so much. can i please kiss you?”

“please.”

he slowly leans in to capture my lips in one of the most passionate kisses i’ve ever had. the kiss is soft yet so hot. i feel him tug at the bottom of my shirt, wanting to take it off. i reach down to take it off my body, his eyes zoned in on my chest. his kisses move to my chest, kissing the tops of my tits before making his way down my cleavage. i unclasp my bra and remove it, letting it drop to the floor. 

“they’re so pretty, oh my god. can i please touch?”

“of course, vin. they’re all yours.” i smile at him.

vinnie groans before using his big, strong hands to grope at my tits. squeezing, massaging, licking, sucking and biting, all of these combined had me weak in the knees. he’s making me feel so good right now, and we haven’t even had sex! i drop to my knees in front of him, the feeling of being so aroused is making me dizzy. my eyes are level with vinnie’s growing bulge. he looks big, is he going to fit? oh my lord, he’s not going to fit. i start pulling down his sweats, wanting to desperately see what he’s hiding. i release him from the confines of his underwear. jesus christ, he’s not fitting. there’s no way that all of THAT is going to fit inside. 

“like what you see, princess?” he smirks.

“yeah i do. it’s so… big.”

“as much as i want your mouth around it, tonight’s about you.”

he grabs me by the back of my thigh, scooping me up into his arms. he gently throws me onto our bed before crawling up to me and placing a sweet kiss on my lips. he moves down my body, stopping at my panties. he looks up at me, a cute yet seductive smile plastered on his face.

“can i take these off, sweetheart? wanna see what i’m working with.”

“yes.” i breathe out, my heart racing and head spinning

he slowly removes my panties, gasping at the sight in front of him. he tosses my panties to the side before licking a stripe up my pussy with his tongue, earning a moan from me. i feel his tongue suck and lick at my clit, the feeling of pleasure rushing through my veins. 

“you okay, sweetheart?”

“yes, please keep going. it feels unreal.”

vinnie continues his actions, only this time, he speeds them up. my little bundle of nerves that have never been touched by a man before are so alive and so sensitive, i can barely form any words now. i suddenly feel a tightness in my stomach. is this what i think it is?

“vinnie, i-“

“you close, baby?”

“i don’t know. my stomach hurts though.”

“you’re close to having an orgasm. want me to keep going?”

“yes! please don’t stop! i need to know what it feels like.”

vinnie sucks and licks my clit a little more before i feel a strange rush through my body. my legs shake at the intense pleasure, my stomach contorts and my pussy clenches at fresh air. my breathing is rapid but is soon calm as he slowly stops his actions.

“you did such a good job, baby. i’m so proud of you. you ready for my cock now?”

“i think so.”

“if it hurts, we’ll stop okay? i promise to go slow and make you feel good.”

“okay.”

vinnie lubes his cock up and jerks it for a bit before aligning it at my entrance. he slowly pushes in, the pain almost unbearable. 

“want me to stop?”

“no, i’m okay. you can keep going.”

he pushes himself all the way in, bottoming out when he’s fully inside. we both moan at the feeling. i slightly adjust to make sure it fits and won’t destroy me. i nod my head, signalling to vinnie to move. he starts to slowly rock in and out of my pussy. the pain instantly becomes pleasure again as he fucks my walls. i wrap my legs around his waist, pushing him closer to me. he leans over, hovering over my figure before placing a kiss to my forehead.

“oh vin, you feel so good. i love you.”

“i love you more, sweetheart. god, i’m so glad you chose to lose your vigirnity to me.”

our lips connect in a passionate kiss. vinnie wraps his arms around my back, holding me close so that our chests are touching. he continues rocking into me and making me feel oh so good. i feel that strange rush coming back again, this time it’s stronger and right on the edge.

“oh vin, i’m close.”

“yeah? cum for me, pretty girl, cum on my cock for me.”

vinnie thrusts one last time and i feel all the same sensations from when he ate me out. 

“oh fuck, pretty girl. you did so good, i’m gonna cum now okay?”

“please cum inside me, vincent. i need you so bad.”

vinnie moans at my words and it doesn’t take him long before he’s shooting ropes up and around my walls. i moan and whimper at the warmth inside me, watching it as it slowly leaks out. he pulls out and flops on the other side of the bed. 

“that was amazing. you’re seriously the best.”

“glad you enjoyed, princess. now let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

he kisses my lips before scooping me up into his arms as we go to clean up our mess. i can now say that i’m a virgin no more and that my virginity has been taken by the one and only vinnie hacker.

[bijouxcarys]

Cherry Lips (Robert Plant x fem!OC)

Masterlist

Summary: Our unnamed fem!OC pokes the lion and faces the consequences. 1998 Robert.

Note: This started off as a "short fic," but has turned out a hefty 3.4k words yikes.

Tags: @callmethehunter @m-faithfull @whothefuckisanja @celestial-dragoness @ourshadowstallerthanoursoul @angrychicksposts @firethatgrewsolow @brownskinsugarplum76 @chromations

She knew she’d fucked up. God, she knew it. But in her defence, Robert was being a dick.

She was right there, following him around like a lost puppy—for him, to support him, but no… the Golden God he’d firmly insisted was locked away in a glass box was still there. 18 years. 18 years of trying to get as far away from that strange young lad who wore jeans too tight and too low, and wailed whatever nonsense overtook him in the moment. Yet, there he was. Bright as day. In the heart of Italy. Playing the same old game. 

Girls still flocked. How could they not? He was gorgeous, despite his rapidly approaching 50th birthday. And it didn’t matter to her that she was 25 years his junior. Because she saw him for everything he was; not what he used to be.

The only problem? His weakness. The feminine energy that ran potent everywhere he went. The soul of a woman, if you may…

It was almost as if he’d forgotten that she was there as other girls of her age, give or take a few years, stood small and flustered in the presence of the once untouchable Robert Plant. Like Adam at the mercy of a cobra, he shamelessly chomped away at the apple dangling before his eyes, bypassing the security of his Eve.

It didn’t matter how often she’d hear the endearing pet names of “honey,” “darlin’,” “baby,” or “love”; they’d become mere lyrics to a song now. He sang them to thousands, night after night—wailed them through the ridges of a record in the homes of millions around the world.

They meant nothing.

Romanticisation. Just like the country they’d inhabited for the past 15 hours, the career of a rockstar was marred by an idealistic fantasy. They don’t tell you about the inferiority, the frugality. The way other girls would stare you down, head to toe, silently creating their own version of your story. The mind games that meticulously waltzed in ricochets between both parties. It was inescapable. Inevitable. Impossible to avoid.

But whilst Robert graciously played the part, sending his signature smirk in the direction of every pretty young thing that came his way, he only saw her. She was the only one, and had been for almost a year. He’d hoped that she knew that by now. Alas, he wasn’t an idiot. It didn’t take an expert to notice the way she’d become increasingly restless when playing her own role of Observing Woman. And there had been many to do so over the years. 

Robert expected this attitude from her. He knew it made her feel useless. But he’d explained to her time and time again that it was part of the gig. His job. The way he kept up appearances. Without struggle, she understood that, entirely. 

Unfortunately, Robert made the mistake of assuming her understanding meant she liked it.

Typically, she’d be able to get through a press event with him, or any other encounter they’d have with a flock or two of excited girls, with minimal irritation. But tonight, it was a little too much. Too great to completely ignore. 

Robert was particularly enjoying the attention that day as he and Jimmy went through their regularly scheduled interviews that they would have much preferred to pass up on. Unlike every other time, where he’d send her playful winks and reassuring smiles, he hadn’t looked at her once. Hell, even Jimmy had acknowledged her presence more than Robert had done. 

This time, it was a cute little redhead with big green eyes and a freckled complexion that had become the centre of his immersion. The total opposite of what she was. Redhead was withdrawn, timid, soft spoken, whilst she stood above the average female height, with a gaze that could slice a ruby in half. It was what attracted Robert to her in the first place. A straight-talking, relentlessly loyal, dark-featured Femme Fatale that he loved to overpower in the bedroom and steal the power she possessed otherwise.

The pair’s dynamic was a tantalising switch from what Robert was used to from his female companions. Between the sheets, it was a struggle for dominance, but a struggle they wouldn’t trade for anything. Either way, it always ended up with her legs over his shoulders, hips pummelling away at her like he’d never get to again. And more often than not, she’d wear his hand as her own personalised necklace, encouraging him to squeeze around the expanse of her throat with each thrust of his cock.

And that was how she liked it, and how Robert knew she kept him in a very special place in her heart.

Nobody could overpower her, unless that somebody was him.

Which was why, as he finally cast a glance in the direction of his beloved, he felt every vein in his body pulsate with emotions akin to jealousy. There she was. Tall in her platform stilettos and delicate fingers pushing a stray curl of dark hair from Jimmy’s forehead as she spoke so casually with him. 

He could see it in the way she smiled at Jimmy. The proximity that bordered on too close. The way the guitarist fell so receptive to her silky tone, eyes unashamedly taking in every movement and curve of her cherry-stained lips as she talked.

This was no accident, though. She knew exactly what she was doing. The sideways look she gave Robert was a dead giveaway, and she was stunned to see he was actually looking back. Got him.

With a restrained smirk, she flipped her hair behind her shoulder and continued her conversation with Jimmy, inching closer to him with brave intention. 

That was all it took for Robert to cut the interviews short, call a car, and drag his lover back to the hotel they were staying at. She remained steel-gazed the whole time, refusing to give him the satisfaction of breaking her that easily. In fact, as soon as the door shut behind them, she made a beeline for the bathroom, Robert following irritatingly close.

“Can’t even go to the bathroom without you lurking,” she passively hummed, leaning over the counter to double check her makeup was still intact. 

“What the fuck was that?” Robert snapped. 

She looked at him through the reflection of the mirror, the familiar clenching in the pit of her stomach at the sight of Robert’s perfectly ageing features lit up by the small room’s restrictive lighting. Like Michael the Fallen Angel: pure until pushed. Adam had become the cobra, the apple devoured and rotten in the grounds of his gallant love. And he had his sights set on his Eve.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Robert,” she sighed.

“God, you can be so insufferable.”

“Coming from everyone’s favourite Golden God,” she breathed, exaggerating the candour of thousands of girls.

“Excuse me?” Robert’s brows narrowed, casting an intimidating shadow over his eyes.

“Come off it, Robert…” She rolled her eyes, turning to leave the bathroom, but was instantly stilled by a large, strong hand wrapping around her arm. She successfully repressed the smile that wanted to plaster her face, and simply lifted her gaze to meet his. Their faces were dangerously close, and the distant buzz of the bathroom’s ventilation system became the soundtrack to an intense stand-off between two wild beasts on the precipice of destruction.

Taking a deep breath, she continued to look up at him, refusing to speak first. Though she wasn’t sure how long she could keep it up. The close proximity and the enclosed surroundings made it difficult to keep from squeezing her thighs together. She cursed Robert mentally as he closed the bathroom door behind him, all whilst maintaining ardent eye contact.

“I think the door’s supposed to go the other way if you wish to leave, my love,” she provoked, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

Eyes, usually a beautiful pool of blue, darkened—with lust, frustration, carnal desire. He knew she was pushing him. He’d just have to navigate the pull in response. He came closer to her, breath mixing with hers as he made out he was going to kiss her, only to stop mere centimetres from her lips to hum lowly.

“You’ve got a right mouth on you today.” He almost spoke through his teeth, jaw clenched.

She pursed her cherry lips, challenging her older lover. “Do I?” she asked with a perfectly arched eyebrow. The grip on her arm tightened, and led her to stand directly in front of him. Her eyes remained fixed on his. “Are you just gonna stare at me?”

Within a blink of an eye, both of Robert’s hands had a hold of each side of her head, thumbs resting on her cheeks and fingers threading into her hair. He held her close to him, forcing her to tilt her head further up. She was breaking him. Bit by bit. The sudden move of dominance succeeded in weakening her resolve by an iota, and her eyes began their impulsive hooding.

Robert’s eyes darted around her entire face, taking in every curve, dip, and feature. She was otherworldly to him. An audacious succubus sent to test him in every aspect of his life. And she was all his. To do with whatever he pleased. No matter how much of a fight she put up, he’d win. Or rather, she allowed him to win.

“I really love that colour on you,” he murmured, admiring her characteristic choice of lipstick.

A satisfied smirk found its way onto her lips, enjoying the compliment, despite the current situation. She was human, after all. That, and it reminded her that he wasn’t truly angry at her, and that this was all part of the larger game their relationship had become.

“Do you?” she whispered, taking on a more timid cadence.

“Mhm.” He nodded, running a thumb delicately over her lower lip. He tugged at it, watching as its plumpness bounced back against her teeth. “But, you know…” he sighed. “As much as I love it on your lips, I think I’d rather see it around my cock, don’t you?”

There it was. The break. The moment she’d been craving. As a hand lowered to possessively wrap around her neck, she swallowed under its mighty grip, and found herself falling deeper under the control Robert enforced.

But not entirely. Not yet. Just a little extra push…

“Really?” She tilted her head to the side as much as she could in his grasp. “Because judging by your distractions, I half-expected to be leaving it on Jimm–” She gasped under her breath as she was shoved down onto her knees.

“No more about Jimmy fucking Page,” he spat, letting go of her throat and moving his hands to the belt on his leather-effect trousers. “You want to be a little slut and blow every rockstar you come across, be my guest…” He let the words hang in the air as he swiftly pulled his belt from the loops around his hips. “But whilst you’re with me,” he threw the belt to the side, the metal buckle clanging against the porcelain of the bathtub beside them, “it’s only me.” He gripped her face with one hand, making her look up at him instead of where the belt had landed. “Understood?”

She huffed, rolling her eyes. “I’m not the one that needs reminding of loyalty, Mr. Plant.”

Done with her backchat, he roughly shoved her face back. She caught herself on her hands behind her, her core fluttering with anticipation.

“Enough with the talking,” he firmly demanded, “You want to use your fucking mouth so much? Is that what it is?” She parted her lips to answer, but he cut her off. “I said enough with the talking,” he growled. She sighed, clenching her jaw. She hadn’t even noticed through the back and forth, that Robert had shimmied his trousers and underwear down enough to relieve his hardened cock from its confines.

Gaze meeting it, any trace of disobedience withered down to a shrub. Her breath was shaky, her mouth on the verge of watering, and her eyes glimmered with want as she looked back up at Robert.

“I don’t know what you’re gawking at, little girl, it isn’t gunna suck itself, is it?” He glared at her, before grabbing a fistful of her hair, and dragging her closer until it was impossible to avoid taking him into her mouth. Not that she didn’t want to—she was ravenous for it.

Robert made it a chore for her to efficiently take him, with how close he had her held against him. She had to move at an awkward angle to even access the red hot tip, but she achieved it with much humiliation at her struggle. He let out a heavy breath, head resting back against the door as his little succubus got to work, mouth scorching and tight, just like her cunt. As badly as he wanted to throw her onto the bed metres away from them, and devour every drop of her sweetness until she cried for him to stop, she needed this stern reminder. Wanted it, even.

“That’s it, darlin’...” he groaned, pulling at her hair and then pushing against her head, building up a rhythm that satisfied. She breathed out of her nose, hands flying to his thighs for any ounce of stability.

Minutes into the act, and she could already catch glimpses of her lipstick transferring halfway down his thick shaft, veins painted with a cherry crimson.

“I know you can do better than that.”

His gruff words encouraged her, and her nails dug into his firm thighs as a small indication of the microscopic ounce of resilience that still sat below the surface. In response, his hand twisted harshly in her hair, pulling a cry from the back of her throat that only served to translate as vibrations against him.

With another tantalising grunt, he brought her head precariously closer, leaving her with no other choice than to force the expanse of his cock further into her mouth, the tip beginning to prod at her throat. Her eyes squeezed shut briefly, winded by the sudden gesture.

“Awh, what’s wrong, baby?” Robert cooed condescendingly down at her, taking a sick pride in her labour. Teeth baring down on his lip, he reaped the benefits of his young lover’s mouth as it stretched so deliciously around his cock. Already there were tears forming at the corners of her smoky eyes. Fuck, that’s gonna look so good running down her face…

She unwillingly let out a struggled whimper, trying her best to relax her throat, knowing there was still more to receive.

“I thought you enjoyed using your mouth,” he scoffed.

He kept his comments to himself as he formed a steady pace with his hips, holding her head in place. She was certain her underwear was drenched by now. Having Robert’s warm, salty skin take residence on every taste bud available was sometimes too much for her cunt to handle. Especially when she knew the chances of getting immediate relief after the fact were short.

Soon enough, her nose was snug against the mass of hair that laid at the base of this God’s aphrodisiac appendage, the natural scent of him grounding her in the moment. She somehow willed her throat to relax enough to allow the slick and weeping tip to glide as far back as it needed as she fit every inch of him into her mouth.

Overcome with the desire to pleasure him, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder at him every time he withdrew his hips. Her lipstick was smudged, for sure. Tears had fallen, and she could only imagine how she looked for him at that moment.

“So pretty, baby…” he moaned. At one point, he ceased his thrusts, pulling her back to get a real good look at her fucked-out face. “Look at the state of you… you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you, darlin’?” he asked with a crude swipe of his thumb across her chin, effectively smearing lipstick and saliva across her cheek in a further act of degradation.

Her vision remained blurred, and she felt borderline breathless. She didn’t even fully comprehend his question. And he loved it. What he could do to her…

“Aren’t you?” he pushed.

With wide, reddened eyes, she gazed up at him and meekly nodded. Wrong answer.

“Speak, darlin’, you’ve been so good at that today.”

“Yes…” she choked out, leaning her head back into his hand, completely submitting to him in every way. She didn’t care that her knees began bearing the burden of the cold, hard tiles in this hotel bathroom. It was for him. All for him.

“Yes, what?”

God, she needed him so bad… 

“…Daddy...”

“That’s better,” he nodded his head once, taking his cock in one of his hands. He lewdly dragged his tip along her lips, the precum coating the sensitive flesh. “Wish I had that camera right now, baby… you look so pretty like this. So obedient. All fucked out…”

Her eyebrows furrowed needily, her lips parting to allow her tongue to flick against the head of his cock. Maintaining eye contact, she circled around the bulbous area, applying pressure against the underside.

“My talented little thing…” he hummed, beads of sweat adhering stray curls to his forehead. “Keep going, baby… keep taking me in that pretty mouth of yours…”

Unable to challenge him any further, she abided by the rules of their dynamic.

Sloppily, lazily, yet eagerly, she bobbed her head up and down Robert’s cock, eyes fixed on him from below. His eyes fluttered shut, and his mouth hung open, head pressing back against the door. 

Witnessing his pleasure set a fire deep within her, and she sped up her movements, hand gripping firmly at his base. Whenever she’d pull back to spit messily over his erection, a thick rope of her saliva followed suit. It made her moan. Clench around nothing. Her clit throbbed. Her nipples hardened under her blouse. Every sense tingled. All because of him.

She needed all of him. To make him come undone—erupt. Needed it so bad… 

“Fuck, don’t stop, baby,” Robert breathed, once again taking her hair into his hand, guiding her up and down his length. Her free hand came up to massage his tight, full balls. “Fuck! Yes… so, so good…” he hissed, composure slowly crumbling. “Daddy’s gunna cum right down that throat, little girl…” he rambled, teeth clenched, before he yanked her back, running his own hand along his length rapidly.

She was forced to watch, the beautiful combination of red and purple tinting the head of his cock. “Please…” she whimpered, batting her teary eyes at him. “Please, Daddy…” 

Holding her head back, he leaned over her. “Open up, baby.” She did. Tongue stuck out. Waiting for his load. “My good little girl.” He let out a guttural moan, hips thrusting into his own fist, before the hot spurts shot out onto her tongue, some landing on her cheek, and some dripping down onto her chin.

She waited patiently until he had completely milked himself to move from her position, merely acting as a receptacle. Eventually, Robert regained his bearings and gruffly ordered her to swallow everything. To clean her own face up, and to not leave a single drop.

With his granted permission, she was finally allowed to stand back up. Her knees were weak, and had to rely on Robert to help her steady herself. As she cleaned her face up at the sink, he kept his head resting on her shoulder, tucked away and in the process of calming, and his hand held gently onto her waist.

“C’mere, honey,” Robert softly said, bringing her into his arms. He planted a kiss on her forehead and held her tightly to him. “‘M sorry for ignoring you, darlin’.”

She inhaled deeply, her face fitting perfectly against his chest. “It’s okay…” she mumbled.

Robert pulled his head back and stared down at her bare face, lips now natural and swollen from her Goddess duties. “You’re so special to me,” he whispered.

Smiling softly at him, she sighed contently. “I know.”

They shared a passionate kiss, solidifying their eccentric love for one another, and the thrill of the game.

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Chapter Twelve (Part 3)

“Oh my god.” I say to myself, a choking sound as I still have bright red liquid in my mouth. Gracelessly I spit it back into the glass and slam it onto the counter, feeling an intense, all encompassing urge to run and hide from him in the toilets. 

He doesn’t spot me right away, so I have a moment to look at him and take in the strangeness of the moment. The fact that he’s wearing a coat when in all my memories and fantasies about him he wore T-shirts and little nylon shorts. The fact that in all the time since I’ve last laid eyes on him I had turned him into some sort of hideous monster in my head to make myself feel better, with a big nose, eyes too close together, a weird, pointy chin, but he’s none of those things. He’s still so handsome that my stomach starts doing wild flips at the sight of him. 

“Did you just spit out your shot?” Someone says to me, but their voice is so distant, like it’s on another planet and it’s easy to ignore them. I feel like my soul has astral projected and left my mortal coil and I’m floating above myself as Claire comes bounding over to hug me. 

“Birthday girl” She coos in my ear. “Well, almost birthday girl.” She gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and squeezes me tightly.  “Are you okay?” She whispers. 

I nod. 

“He’s lovely, there’s nothing to worry about.” She smooths the tops of my arms encouragingly and hands me off to Shane, who won’t hug me but will give me a firm handshake instead. “I’ve a present for you but it’s in the post. Maybe it’ll arrive during the week.”

“Nice, thank you.” I say.

“Hey!” It’s Jen now, at my elbow and she looks different again, her hair half black half platinum blonde in an imitation of Cruella Deville, maybe. She still looks a little pale and has dark circles under her eyes but even still she looks cool, head to toe in a combo of black leather and denim, two silver hoops in her nose and a swipe of bright orange lipstick on the mouth that’s smiling apprehensively at me. “Happy birthday, lovely. It was nice of you to ask us to come and so great to see you again.” She’s being slightly formal and a bit too polite to me, like we’re strangers. A vibe in which I suppose I’ve had a hand in creating.

“You too, and of course, you’re so welcome.” I hug her and stare at Jude’s feet over her shoulder. He’s wearing Doc Marten shoes which I always thought were awkward and dorky looking, but they are somehow unspeakably cool now that he’s got them on. The legs of his black jeans are rolled up over his ankles to display a pair of white tube socks. When Jen lets me go I am afraid to look him in the face.

“Evie.” He says my name though, and I have to face him. For some insane reason I am only able to think about another time when he said it; the time that he whispered it into my neck and immediately I feel embarrassed. 

“Hello.” My eyes flick to his, and they’re still brown, and he’s smiling that smile that I used to know, and he’s the same as he was before but still, all at the same time he’s so different now. Gone is the boyish, elfin quality to his face. He’s filled out more, lost that skinniness he used to have and now, I realise, I’m looking at a man. 

In my fantasies about this moment, my most secret ones, we’d met each other and sparks had flown. He was so taken by me, overwhelmed by the memories of that beach and that summer that he couldn’t hide his feelings from his face. He’d noticed how much better I look now, a new and improved version of who he knew me as before. Maybe he might have even taken in my outfit, stolen a quick glance at my figure, and how it’s hugged by my bodycon dress and realised what he’s been missing, but he doesn’t. His eyes never leave my face. There’s not even a flicker of romantic interest in them, 

and I am relieved. 

“Happy birthday, it’s really good to see you again.”

“Oh my God, your accent.” I splutter, and then immediately bring my hands to my face with embarrassment at my own outburst. I can’t believe that’s the first thing I squawked at him, but thankfully he seems entertained by it. I tell him I’m sorry anyway. “You just sound so different.”

“Do I?”

“Yeah! Like an American.” 

“Really?”

“Yes!”

“Well, actually I am an American.” The corners of his eyes crinkle up when he smiles, and he’s got that pleasant, amused expression on his face that I remember from before, which makes me instantly soften towards him. We used to be friends, after all. 

I smile. “Well, you never sounded like this before.”

“Maybe since I’ve no Irish people to imitate over in Germany I slipped back into my natural voice.”

“Fucked up.”

“Extremely.” He agrees. “C’mere, it’s been too long.” He opens up his arms to me and I step into them, cushioned by his black puffy coat that’s damp from the falling snow outside, and he smells like warm clean laundry when you have the dryer on. 

“How have you been?” He says as he lets me go. 

“Oh, I’ve been fine.”

“Yeah? You’re in college now right?” I remember suddenly that there’s a mountain of information I have to tell him because we don’t know each other anymore, even though now it weirdly feels like he never left. I almost forget that I’m supposed to be mad at him.

I begin to tell him about it, but at that moment the lights are switched off and Marnie returns to the scene with the cake studded with lit candles and a big ostentatious sparkler glittering in the centre of it. She bellows across the bar to me. “Evie, come over here quick you silly bitch, we found your cake!”

Jude’s eyes widen at me as if to say who is that? But I can’t even begin to explain her to him. I go over to her and she puts it down on the table in front of me, this big chocolatey mass with chocolate buttercream piped around the edge of it. In the centre in white chocolate are the words HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVIE. When I look at it I realise how hungry I am, but I still don’t trust my ability to swallow something solid. 

Someone starts awkwardly singing happy birthday, and then everyone joins in in the usual awful cacophonous drone, none of them even attempting to sing in tune or in time with one another, and I stand there smiling at all of them and trying not to focus on how much I hate being the centre of attention.

“Make a wish.” Marnie says when they finally wrap it up, and I shut my eyes unable to think of anything, and then blow the candles out as everyone cheers and claps. I take a knife and hack out a big, crooked slice of it for myself. 

“Gimme that knife.” Says Fiona. “You can’t be cutting the cake like that.” So I gladly surrender it to her and let her take control of doling out the slices for everyone. Someone else turns the light back on and I scan the room quickly for Jude, who is already talking to a group of people by the bar. 

“Who is that?” Marnie says to me as she follows my gaze. 

“Oh, just someone I used to know.” I say. 

“Jesus Christ. He’s something else isn’t he?”

I shrug. “I suppose so.” I can hear snippets of his conversation from where I’m standing, and the way he’s commanding the conversation is kind of incredible. Whatever he’s talking about must be really funny, because all of the group are already in stitches laughing. 

“…and I was only eleven, right? …had to dig a hole… no, like for some reason I didn’t know that wasn’t normal yet…” I wish really badly that I could be over there listening to the whole of that story. 

“Oh he’s American.” Marnie says as though that explains something. “Americans always have the most incredible sex appeal. Who is he to you? An old friend?”

“We knew each other when I was seventeen, he’s a friend of Claire’s boyfriend and he’s visiting from Berlin.”

“Oh right. Did you ever fancy him?”

I stare at her and she shrugs. “I mean, he’s very fanciable, it’s fair to ask.”

“A bit, once.” 

“If I was you, I would have jumped his bones years ago.”

I roll my eyes. She’s so hyper-sexual all of the time, and I truly wonder sometimes if she ever thinks about other kinds of things. “I’m going to warn you right off the bat that he probably already has a girlfriend.”

She wiggles her eyebrows lasciviously. “Never stopped me before.” 

“Lovely. Okay, well, be my guest, but Ferdia is right over there.”

“Oh, Ferdia is fine with it.”

“Right. Have fun.” I leave her there to ogle him and go over to sit with Claire, Jen and Shane to attempt to eat my slice of birthday cake. 

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Zhu Yilong: Passing Through The Storm at Sea Calmly

朱一龙：平静穿越海上风暴

EN Translation of Zhu Yilong's Bazaar April 2022 Cover Issue Feature Interview by wenella

Zhu Yilong loves the sea. He is drawn to the vastness and the all-encompassing nature of the sea. The sea is like a humble gentleman who is strong-minded, yet will not fight for or snatch anything. Zhu Yilong is competitive about everything, except acting. He wants to play every role well and harness the power of introversion whenever he transforms into his characters.

A young man is working seriously and following the rules of his industry carefully. He chants, “Putting on shoes for you, cross the Naihe bridge peacefully.”

This is a character rarely seen in Chinese films – a funeral undertaker. However, this occupation is merely the surface. Look deeper and you will notice his buzz cut, his flowery print shirts, board shorts, and slippers, his Wuhan dialect, the tired and rebellious look in his eyes - this character is not only grounded in the quotidian realities of life, but also a lonely soul who has been hurt by the world.

Soon, this Wuhan native named “Mo Sanmei” started to appear in short videos. Audiences were shocked and watched these videos repeatedly.

They realized that he was Zhu Yilong.

From Wu Xie in Reunion: The Sound of the Providence, to Lin Nansheng in The Rebel, and to Hong Yizhou in Cloudy Mountain, all of these characters were played by Zhu Yilong. Except this time, Zhu Yilong seems to be heading right into a storm at sea.

Lighting up the Stars is a film based on the original script by Liu Jiangjiang. Liu conducted fieldwork in Baiyangdian, Hebei, to gather materials for this film. As the title suggests, it is a film about life and death, as well as the joys and sorrows of its characters.

To immerse himself in his character Mo Sanmei, Zhu Yilong shaved his head without hesitation and chose to take up a look that ran counter to his usual gentle demeanor.

Even though Zhu Yilong has tried a variety of roles, Mo Sanmei is arguably his most challenging role to date if we consider the character’s life. Mo Sanmei bears witness to the passing of life every day yet his job requires him to remain indifferent and collected. Yet deep in his heart, he is also compassionate, proud, and rebellious. Furthermore, Zhu Yilong’s co-actor is a young girl. We can only imagine his Herculean task of trying to balance his performance and the dramatic tension required by the plot.

ACTING: BEING SERIOUS ON A KNIFE-EDGE

Lying in a coffin is something that everyone will inevitably experience yet the Chinese are reluctant to talk about it. Zhu Yilong was attracted to the film’s theme and the role of Mo Sanmei as they were grounded very much in reality.

He said, “Since young, I’ve encountered many people like Sange in my life. They want to achieve great things in life and run a big business. They refuse to engage in anything they deem trivial or insignificant. As a result, they suffer in life because they want their ‘face’.”

But what are the most important things in life? Zhu Yilong found his answer when he entered the inner world of Mo Sanmei. He realised that without long-lasting and sincere relationships in life, material things are ultimately immaterial; life and death are mere rituals or processes, insignificant names or numbers, and answers that people can't accept calmly.

"Life and death are important events in life, but simple things in life may also be something extremely important in the hearts of those who experience them. Personally, I find the phrase ‘Life’s Important Events’ (translator's note: a direct translation of the film's Chinese title 人生大事 rénshēngdàshì) very meaningful."

What will happen to Mo Sanmei when he meets a lonely & helpless girl? The answer can be found in the film.

When he interacts with the girl, Mo Sanmei learns what it means to be responsible. He learns what he wants in life and the important events in life. “There is nothing more important than death in life” 人生除死无大事 is a line that is used most frequently in the film.

Zhu Yilong gained a new understanding of this line after he wrapped the film. He said, "Anything in life can be an important event as long as it is something important to you; it isn't always only about life and death."

Mo Sanmei’s stubble and buzz cut set this role apart from Zhu Yilong's previous roles. He said, "In recent years, I don't like repetition. If I just tried a certain role, I wouldn’t be able to accept if I had to play a similar one immediately.” He wants to try different genres and doesn’t want to fix his future path. “I want to focus on whatever I’m doing now and to do it right.”

This is Zhu Yilong's second attempt at filming in Wuhan dialect after Embrace Again. Compared to his role as Ye Ziyang, Zhu Yilong's main challenge lies in changing audience's previous impression of him and convincing them that he is Mo Sanmei. In a scene with his young co-actor, Zhu Yilong had to reprimand and make her cry. After the filming ended, he transformed back into his normal, gentle self immediately, hugged her and apologised softly.

An actor’s cultivation is not only reflected in his understanding of the character’s inner world, but also in his insistence of looking right for the role. The drama series The Rebel, which he starred in, scored more than 8 out of 10 on Douban - a feat for a young actor who was once labeled as a ‘traffic star". He did his homework and dissected the role: "Although Lin Nansheng was playing the role of 'Xu Liwen' (a cover identity to get close to Zhu Yizhen), 'Xu Liwen' was actually closer to his true self than the Lin Nansheng of Shanghai bureau."

Before joining the set of The Rebel, he went on an extreme diet and lost a lot of weight. He wanted to get rid of his contemporary celebrity look and allow his facial features to become a vessel for his character’s emotions. He once said that he didn’t find his extreme weight loss masochistic at all. After all, an actor’s appearance is to serve his role.

Let us now recall the multiple sides of Zhu Yilong's roles – elegant, melancholic, rebellious, courageous......

Only he will know what remains unchanged within him whenever he creates his characters. Zhu Yilong's calm face is like the sea with gentle ripples; his determination is a sharp knife that lies beneath this calm surface. An actor on a knife-edge can dissect the plot, experience the real & painful emotional world of his character, and allow audiences to believe in the story.

GROWING UP: CHALLENGING MYSELF

Being an actor means that many things are not within his control. Zhu Yilong said, “I wouldn’t let something bother me once I move on. If I don’t let go, I would feel very angry and suppress my emotions. It’s pretty suffocating.”

He has learnt to stay calm whenever he encounters obstacles now as he is aware of the consequences of feeling angry. “There isn’t so much disappointment, loss, and injustice in life.” He learnt to let go as he grew older. “My thoughts and emotions flow smoothly within me now.”

If there was something that Zhu Yilong could not resolve, he would just choose to enjoy a good meal. “I love to eat so much.” During his spare time, he would always be searching for good food. Hotpot, BBQ… everything.

“I'm in love with Beijing's cooper hotpot and zhajiangmian (fried bean sauce noodles) recently.” Zhu Yilong started to share with us his list of dishes excitedly.

Many find him a straightforward or even naïve person. Zhu Yilong has a different take on this. He doesn't enjoy crowds and feels that liveliness is always short-lived. Therefore, he prefers to spend time alone. “When I’m alone, time seems to pass more slowly. I've more time to do what I want to do.”

In a way, Zhu Yilong is probably mature for his age. He does not enjoy spending time with his friends every day. “It is fun, but time passes too quickly.” Sometimes, the fun can be draining.

Zhu Yilong’s independence was a result of him growing up with his grandparents in Wuhan & boarding at his junior high school. When he was in school, he picked up subjects that he was interested in very quickly. Even though he didn’t skip classes that he disliked, he found it hard to concentrate in those classes.

He described himself as "a kid who looked obedient but was actually mischevious (蔫儿淘 niān er táo), and got into fights easily." He had to learn to manage his emotions without his parents by his side and became more introverted as he grew older. But Zhu Yilong still retained a burning competitive spirit within him. "I feel competitive even when I'm with my good friends; I have a strong desire to win." But he wouldn't feel disappointed if he lost. He would always try his best and the result didn’t matter to him that much. “If I’m not good at it, I’d just try it again.”

Zhu Yilong said jokingly, “I helped my mother to realise her dream by becoming an actor. She used to say that her greatest regret in life was that she didn't try to enroll herself into Beijing Film Academy or the Central Academy of Drama.”

When Zhu Yilong visited Beijing one year during his holiday and walked past BFA with his mother, she told him, “You should try to get yourself enrolled here.” He took up 3 months of preparatory classes and and took the entrance exams, albeit rather cluelessly. Even though he finally made it into BFA, he was always doubtful of his ability of becoming an actor. “Do I really have the talent? Am I suitable for this job?”

“At that time, I thought to myself: well, I can always find a 9-to-5 job after graduating, as long as the money is enough to support myself.”

After entering the industry, Zhu Yilong realised something after he trying out at auditions repeatedly. "As an actor, we have to start from the bottom. We witnessed many harsh realities. Even though we fought hard for a role, we might not be able to get it.”

Zhu Yilong is slightly awed by how fate has brought him the scripts and roles that he had worked on. The mutual understanding between co-actors on the essence of a character, the chemistry between the director and actor - it is critical to see eye to eye when working on the set. To Zhu Yilong, entering a new set is an adventure that challenges him to leave his comfort zone.

Zhu Yilong usually takes a while before he warms up. “It is impossible to reveal everything during the first meeting. I can only let myself go slowly while testing the waters.” It is impossible for an entire crew of several hundred people to wait for an actor to get into to slowly get into the right mode. This is the main source of pressure for many actors. As for Zhu Yilong, he finds it difficult to block out all information and enter his character immediately when he just joined a new working environment.

“When I join a new set, it is not so much about communicating with my character but rather adapting to my new environment.”

He has managed to produce good works and roles that have gained the recognition of audiences. However, in his opinion, the process of growing up as "Zhu Yilong" is the most important “role” that he needs to think about.

He admires the Oscar-winning actor Daniel Day-Lewis who starred in My Left Foot. Day-Lewis is a mature actor who has the amazing ability to portray characters and their fate, yet also exude his personal charm during this process. Day-Lewis is an actor who keeps a distance from Hollywood and chooses to hide in the countryside and hone his craft as a leather shoemaker. He finds Day-Lewis' story inspiring.

A good actor has solid acting skills, rich experiences, and he doesn't represent himself. But a better actor can still be himself. The actor can exude an unforgettable personal charm, while his experiences, charisma, and facial features are elements that can be worked into creating his characters.

“Therefore, we shouldn't oversimplify and categorize actors as 'an actor who is being himself' or 'an experiential actor'." On-screen and off-screen, everyone has to deal with their past; everyone cannot escape "life".

Once he understood this, he was able to dismiss and ignore the labels that others have given him. It did not matter to him that other people tried to identify him as an attractive star or as a young actor who was eager to get rid of his 'idol' label and be recognised for his acting.

He started to live with his parents again when he relocated from Wuhan to Beijing to study at BFA. His slow-to-warm-up temperament was a good fit for this historical city. “If I wasn't an actor, I don’t think that I’d need to be surrounded by a lot of people. I’d like to explore this city if there’s a suitable chance.”

He emphasized that the necessity for him to be at peace and to block out noise from the outside world – the questioning voices and irresponsible criticism.

Zhu Yilong needs to walk into the story of a character calmly and carefully discern where this path would lead him. After wrapping the performance, he would leave the set calmly and enter his next role. This cycle would repeat itself.

Zhu Yilong summed up this cycle: dedicating himself to work and leading a simple life. He always felt fortunate whenever he received a role that he liked. He would prepare for his role by observing and thinking; he would try to get himself into a working mode no matter what.

He enjoyed freedom when he was young. He cultivated his determination when he first started out as an unknown actor. Now that he is in the limelight, he tries his best to balance his career and life.

Zhu Yilong revealed that he has no upcoming plans for his 34th birthday. The waves were crashing in the background as he strummed his guitar.

He is satisfied with the current pace of life and work. He has time to prepare for his roles and rest. He also has the opportunity to choose his jobs. Zhu Yilong said, "I think all is great right now." There’s no need for him to make a birthday wish. "Wishing for other things probably wouldn’t come true anyway. I will continue to shoot one work after another."

His expectation of himself: to ensure that "the second year is always better than the first." He said, "I may not have much talent, but I always try to make sure that the second year is always better than previous one."

He said that he would continue to act as long as he is approached by others. There are so many roles that he has yet to try, and so many stories that have yet to be told.

*THE END*

[lilicohirukoma]

Ⅰ. ▕   C R O W N     P R I N C E S S     Z I U L A the daughter of Emperor Kuzco “Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” ― Marcel Proust

Crown Princess Ziula is 17 years old, her birthday is on May 6th. Ziula is a fun loving girl, priortizing her happiness over serious matters. Don’t get it wrong, she understands why they must be done but she rushes to get important things over with and then will throw a pool party in honor of how hard she worked. She is an extroverted girl who needs to feel appreciated in order to keep functioning. Stubborness is one of her main flaws, she just finds it very difficult to admit she was wrong about something and is not known for apologizing, verbally at least. She is a great dancer and used to be on the cheer team but had to quit because she kept doing her own thing instead of following choreography.

Ziula, believe it or not, is the current Student Council President of Pendragon High. She does a good job, especially talented in organizing and planning events. The more serious matters are entrusted to her vice-president, Su Huang. They are best friends which was started by them both being daughters of Emperors and they’ve evolved into a great duo of enthusiasm and professionalism. Their dads have also become friends through their daughters, family day is always a blast with all four of them together!

Her dad is Emperor Kuzco and her mother is Empress Malina, a famous journalist. She has a younger brother named Manu who is 5 years younger than her. Their dad insisted on being active in raising his children, not wanting to hand them over to caretakers like he was. She gets along great with both her parents, her brother is annoying but she does care for him and is a protective big sister. Summer vacations were spent with Pacha and his family, just like he taught Kuzco he made sure she was kind and considered other people’s feelings.

Ziula is on the short side at 5′2 but ignores this when she can, she’d rather parkour around the kitchen than ask anyone for help. She has long black hair and dark brown eyes. She influenced the school into having relaxed uniform rules, as long as you wear something red it’s counted as a uniform. For the students who don’t care much for fashion and/or appearance there is still the standard uniform they wear but not for Ziula! She is always seen in a red dress, sandals and lots of gold and teal jewelry.

Fun facts about Ziula are: she is left handed, she has a huge collection of Llama plushies and she despises physical touch.

The Exciting Adventures of Getting Lost

In hindsight it really wasn't a smart idea, two Crown Princesses who have never walked anywhere without being escorted going into the forest alone. It started when the school suggested a bonding activity for students, a forest hike! The Student Council was excited for this plan, Ziula and Su Huang immediately got to working on it. First, at the urging of Su Huang, they handled the logistics like: How many students? Which teacher will join? When and at what time? Then they got to the route, a map was given to them but the princesses didn't have a lot of experience with reading maps. They made the foolish decision of just quickly going to look through the forest to contextualize the map. ''Here's the entry to the forest, you have the map Su Huang?'' Ziula looked back at her best friend, who was in a gorgeous red hanfu and thus not dressed for the occassion. Ziula wasn't either, in a flowy red dress with sandals, exposing her legs and parts of her feet for all sorts of plants and sticks to poke at her skin. It'd be fine, they'd just take a little look around and they'll be back at school in no time. ''Yes I have it right here'' was said in Su Huang's usual calm tone. Heading their way in they just follow a path, they converse about student council stuff without looking at their surroundings and which way they were headed. After a short while they stopped at a small pond, Su Huang looked down at the map but couldn't place exactly where they were. Ziula felt deja vu coming on, of course she'd get lost in the forest just like her dad; Here's to hoping she wouldn't have to face any crocodiles or jaguars. Su Huang noticed her friends shift in demeanor and spoke up: ''If we stay calm we'll easily find our way back, panic is the cause of most accidents.'' She sounded just like her dad, Ziula thought. ''That's easy for you to say Su, your dad didn't torture you as a kid with the story of how he was lost in the forest, I had nightmares because of it!'' she sighed and started fidgeting with her fingers, ''of course my mom told him off about it but the harm was done.'' Su Huang was sitting on a tree trunk while thoroughly studying the map, biting her lip slightly when she felt her dress getting stuck to yet another tree branch. Ziula was pacing back and forth, mumbling about how her dad was never gonna let her live this down. ''We need to think about food distribution Su!'' holding her backpack she pulled all sorts of sugary sweets that she had no business carrying around. ''May I ask why you are carrying an entire candy store with you?'' Su Huang briefly looked up with a puzzled expression, her best friend evenly splitting it all down perfectly. ''I am always ready for survival! My dad prepared me! He said being hungry was the worst part and I'm not gonna start eating grass yet.'' she exclaimed while starting on a chocolate candy bar, laying on the ground which was uncomfortable with sticks cracking under the pressure. ''Do you think people have noticed our abscence yet?'' she whines from the ground, Su Huang looks down at her with mild amusement. ''I'm sure they have, I think it's best if we stay here.'' Truly, she just didn't feel like dragging her best friend around multiple miles in the forest. What they guessed roughly an hour had passed and no help seemed to arrive. ''That's it!'' Ziula got up, multliple plants and sticks which were stuck on her dramatically fell off. ''We are going to find our own way out!'' she proclaimed, grabbing her friends hand and hastily gathering their stuff. ''I know you're the mastermind of many awful ideas but this one I really doubt'' Su Huang tried to reclaim her hand but it might've well been handcuffed to Ziula. ''I know what I'm doing! I spent my summers with Pacha and his family, I'll figure it out!'' stubbornly she made her way down a randomly chosen path. Not wanting to get seperated Su Huang just accepted her fate and followed her friend. As they walked into the unknown suddenly a familiar voice was heard. ''Ziula hello!'' she turned her head and found one of the school's teachers Kronk standing there. ''Kronk! Help we are lost!'' Ziula blurted out, ''We are? I could've sworn I knew exactly where I was.'' Kronk said confused, looking around. ''Yeah no I'm pretty sure I know this place.'' The girls were relieved, they were covered in dirt and leaves but they were happy to see their trusted teacher. ''What are you doing in the forest sir?'' Su Huang was curious and had this strange feeling their mission was about to be obsolete. ''Well the school board is trying to organize a student bonding activity and I suggested a hike! So now I'm planning the route, would you two like to join the last bit?'' her suspicions were right, they did this all for nothing. Ziula's mouth was agape, staring at the tall man in shock. ''We... we... we DID THIS ALL FOR NOTHING?!'' she had enough and her friend had to hold her back from causing any further damage to herself. Kronk escorted the girls back to the school, which was a sight to see for all the students. The elegant Ziula and the graceful Su Huang looking like they fought bears to survive for months. A picture was snapped and quickly went viral online, it's now popularly used as a reaction image for when someone has gone through it. It reached both of their fathers, the Emperor of China was slightly amused, he thought this was a good lesson for Su Huang to have learned. Emperor Kuzco was less collected about it, laughing so hard he fell out of his throne. Just like Ziula suspected he would never let her live it down, now it's one of his favorite stories to tell people even though he wasn't even there. He exaggerates the story in ridiculous manner, Ziula had to fight a jaguar with her hands tied behind her back and Su Huang had tamed a crocodile and rode on its back to safety! No one of course believes him but it was his way of showing his love for his daughter.

And that’s a wrap folks! I had a lot of fun making more of Ziula and hope you had fun reading. Feel free to send me an ask with any questions about her! Shoutout to everyone who voted on the poll and special shoutout to @vicapuleti​, she always helps me with my characters and helped A LOT with this one

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One shot- Surprise Scare

Warnings: 18+. Cussing. Smut. Anal. Minors don't read.

Tommy has been wanting to dress like a ghost. When he was a boy most of his friends were ghosts for Halloween. He was Frankenstein. Reason is because he loves how they sneak up on people. Two he wants to scare you, while you're watching T.V. Three he's going to be naked underneath. Other thing he's fantasized this. You yourself didn't know of his plan. He only does.

Dressing Up

Tommy pulls up in the driveway in his red jaguar f type and parks.  You watch T.V. not knowing he's home. Tommy starts taking his clothes off in the car.  He looks around so no one can see him. It was pitch black outside anyways. No one can't really see him unless they have x-ray vision. He keeps looking around as he gets his final piece of clothing off. That clothing was his underwear.

" Here we are", Tommy whispers to himself grabbing the white sheet.

He puts it over him with ease. The blanket had two big black holes drawn in the middle of it. He looks in the car mirror at himself.

" I make a great ghost", Tommy says to himself with a grin.

He carefully gets out of the car. " Please don't see me", Tommy whispers closing the car door without being heard.

Then he walks to the door. He looks around from inside the sheet. No one is around still. Tommy carefully gets the secret key from under the carpet. The key was gold and black. He goes to put the key in the door. Tommy carefully opens it. He squints his eyes for hopes of not alerting you. He walks in silent as a ghost; closing the door quiet as a mouse. Tommy quietly walks the hall with his arms by his side. He hears that the volume is up on the t.v., so he slowly makes his way toward you.

You still stay interested in watching T.V. You was watching Ghost Hunters. The crew was walking around a haunted cemetery. It was getting interesting. A crew member was talking to a ghost on there. Plus you have the T.V. loud where you couldn't hear no one. Also, you were unaware of your surroundings.

Eventually, you decide to lay on the floor, so you can see the t.v. really good. You prop your arms on the blue pillow. Your bare bottom is visible because you're wearing a short red nightie with no underwear. Tommy always wanted you to wear red a lot because it looks good on you.

Tommy follows the light coming from the t.v. His mind wanders on the thought of fucking your ass; as you watch t.v. He feels his cock get hard. " Mmm", Tommy utters like a ghost. He makes sure you didn't hear him. You really didn't. Your focus was the t.v.

Then he reaches the living area. He walks slowly to the back of the sofa. Tommy sees you laying there with your purt ass on display. He feels his cock twitching at the sight of it. He reaches to the front of the sofa where you lay. His sheet gently touches your foot as he gets near you.You feel something brush your foot, but don't think much of it. You think it's the air hitting your foot. One is that the fan was on.  You stay focused on the t.v. still. The crew was walking near graves on the show. Some of the graves was at least a 100 years old or more.

Tommy slowly gets down on the floor right near your ass. His cock sticks straight out from under the sheet. You feel something fall on your legs. It feels very soft like a blanket. You start to feel scared because someone is here, but who. He sees you look at the side of the t.v. Tommy decides to talk like a ghost.

" Boo my love", Tommy says in a scary voice.

You turn around quickly. " You scared the shit out of me", you say with a slight frown.

" I can see, but I wanted to surprise you", Tommy says looking at you through the sheet.

" How you get in here anyways?", you ask watching him.

" I got in by using the key love", Tommy says sincerely.

" Also, I snuck in too", Tommy adds.

" I didn't even hear you", you say with surprise.

You look at the sheet noticing something sticking straight out.

" I see you have a hard on", you say looking at his cock.

" I've been thinking about you love", Tommy says softly.

" I can imagine", you say looking at him.

" I want to fuck your ass as you watch t.v", Tommy says taking the sheet off.

" Very sexy ghost man", you say taking in the sight of his naked body.

" Only for you", Tommy moans softly.

You raise your ass up higher, putting it against his cock.

" Let me prepare you love", Tommy says spitting onto your ass hole.

You utter a cute moan at him. Then he inserts two fingers into your hole slowly. He fingers your ass at a slow pace. You start moving back and forth on his fingers. His fingers go in and out.

" Feels so good", you moan looking at the t.v.

" I see your hole is nice and big love", Tommy says looking at your hole.

" Ready for my cock?", Tommy asks watching you.

" Fuck yess I am", you moan with pleasure.

Then Tommy pulls his fingers out of your asshole. He looks at wide your hole is.  Smiling at your ass, Tommy enters your ass inch by inch. His cock was 8in. You moan passionately as he enters you. His cock stretches your anal walls.

" Your ass is made for my cock love", Tommy moans softly.

He starts fucking your ass slow. You moan watching the t.v. His big balls hit your ass.

" Fuckk", you moan passionately. Then you start moving with his cock as he fucks you. You keep up with his pace. Tommy smacks your ass lightly. You love it when Tommy does that. It's like he worships your ass, but he loves every part of you.

He starts fucking you faster. Your moans get louder. You stop moving with him and let him take charge. He moans your name as he pounds your ass endlessly. His big balls smack your ass harder; turning you on even more. You start losing interest with the t.v. because Tommy has your attention. He leans over to place kisses along your back. You smile and moan at him.

Your anal walls get looser the more he fucks you.

Sounds of sex grow louder as time goes by.

" I'm so close love", Tommy moans looking at you.

" Me too", you moan closing your eyes.

Tommy makes a grunting noise and cums in your ass. His seed paints your anal walls.

Then you cum with your legs shaking from ecstasy; moaning his name.

" That was sexy", Tommy moans softly as he pulls out.

" It was", you say coming down from your high.

You feel his cum leak from you, but you just keep it there.

Then you plop back down on the floor again.

Tommy takes a tissue from the table to clean his cock off. He tosses it into the trash can near by.

" Happy Halloween love", Tommy says laying next to you.

" You too", you say giving him a kiss.

Tommy kisses you back putting his arm around you.

" Want to watch t.v. with me Tommy?", you ask looking at him.

" Yes love, for more scares", Tommy says with a cute laugh smiling at you.

The End

[cyrah-is-cool101]

Adventurers of the Unknown

Another Archie Comics crossover parody, enjoy!

Story:

Meet Lilith Jones, daughter of the famous Indiana Jones and world renowned Adventurer, join her and the rest of the Adventurers of the Unknown as they dispatched to combat mad villains and explore uncharted areas.

Cast:

Lilith Jones (Kate) (My OC) (Adventurer of Fortune)

Lilith is a 'tough as nails' adventurer with a brave soul and a kind attitude, hailing from Brooklyn, New York, USA. Like her father, Indiana Jones, she became an adventurer to explore and help those in needs.

Weapon of Choice: Whip

E. Nigma Nashton (Edward Nygma/The Riddler) (DC/Batman) (Private Detective)

E. Nigma Nashton, better known as E, is a famous detective and close friend to Lilith. A lover for riddles, puzzles and mysteries, any case he comes around, he solves it.

Weapon of Choice: His deductive skills and intellect

Vixen Rossi (Lila Rossi) (Miraculous Ladybug) (Daredevil Stuntwoman)

Vixen Rossi is an Italian stuntwoman, hailing from Rome, Italy. She's spunky, class and a strong girl who would do anything for the thrill and danger of an adventure.

Weapon of Choice: Her motorcycle, Piccola Volpe (Little Fox)

Deuce D. Copular (Ace D. Copular) (Powerpuff Girls) (Escape Artist)

Deuce D. Copular is an extraordinary escape artist/gambler. He can call a move of an enemy in a blink of an eye, like playing a card game such as Black Jack or Poker.

Weapon of Choice: Playing card throwing stars

Lucky O' Ryan (Aran Ryan) (Punch Out!) (Demolition Expert)

Hailing from Dublin, Ireland, Lucky is one crazy guy with TNT and a plan. Although he may look insane, he's actually a decent guy with a brain and a good heart.

Weapon of Choice: Dynamite

Watts Sputterspark (Elmo Sputterspark/Megavolt) (Darkwing Duck) (Inventor)

Watts is the team's inventor and all-around genius. He often comes off as a 'smarty pants' but he's a lovable klutz with a bad case of memory loss.

Weapon of Choice: His inventions

Dino F. Jones (Alfred F. Jones/America) (Hetalia Axis Power) (Mechanic/Driver)

Dino is Lilith's cousin from Washington, DC and a great mechanic/driver. He's a guy with a bright personality, a big smile and a big appetite, having a love for hamburgers.

Weapon of Choice: His mechanic skills

Macintosh 'Mac' McDougal (William McDougal/Groundskeeper Willie) (The Simpsons) (Strongman/Bodyguard)

Macintosh or Mac for short, is a Scottish strongman/bodyguard for the team, hailing from Glasgow, Scotland. He and Lucky often headbutt each other from time-to-time but they always set aside their differences to help the team. Mac often comes up as grumpy but think of him as the 'strict but caring uncle figure' of the team.

Weapon of Choice: Strength

Halo Dust (Angel Dust) (Hazbin Hotel) (Martial Artist)

Halo is an Italian-American with a great body and great kicks. He is a skilled martial artist and often comes off as gay but the team are proud to have him because of his skills and dedication to the team.

Weapon of Choice: Martial art skills

Reflecta (Rarity) (MLP) (Mistress of Special Effects)

(Note: No relation to Reflekta [Miraculous Ladybug])

Reflecta is a famous fashion designer but she's also the mistress of special effects, making her more elegant and practical. With a generous heart and a creative mind, she's one gal you don't want to mess when it comes to fashion.

Weapon of Choice: Laser pointer

Secondary Cast:

Billy Simpson (Bart Simpson) (The Simpsons) (Junior Adventurer)

Although the youngest of the team, Billy is both mischievous and adventurous, often assisting the team through HQ or providing the necessary equipment for their adventures.

Weapon of Choice: Slingshot

Agent Hop Tsukino (Usagi Tsukino/Sailor Moon) (Sailor Moon) (Contact from Washington/Interpol Agent)

Agent Hop is the team's contact from Washington, a Japanese woman from Tokyo, Japan and an agent for Interpol. She is both sweet and kind but has a love for adventure, often assisting the team on their missions.

Weapon of Choice: Agility

Morty Gator (Monty/Montgomery Gator) (FNAF: Security Breach) (Solo Adventurer/Swamp Ranger)

Morty is the solo adventurer of the team, often going on solo adventurers while also bringing info about certain missions to the team, helping them on other adventures. He has one hot temper being raised by a strict but caring family in the Louisiana bayou, so try not to make him angry all the time.

Weapon of Choice: Lasso

BB Cup (Buttercup) (Powerpuff Girls) (Solo Adventurer/Pilot)

BB is Deuce's girlfriend, solo adventurer and ace pilot, often involving in adventures that take high up in the sky. Like Morty, she too has a temper, often been called a tomboy but she is both loyal and honest.

Weapon of Choice: Knuckle ring

Main Villains:

Vector/Victor Perkins (Despicable Me)

Victor Perkins, better known as Vector, used to work for Hollywood as a genius special effects designer for Lilith's autobiography movie but he was fired because his effects were 'too unrealistic' and was replaced by Reflecta. Enraged, he swore revenge, making him the first villain of the adventurers.

Weapon of Choice: Piranha gun

Thelma Al Ghul (Talia Al Ghul) (DC/Batman)

Daughter of Thaw Al Ghul, Thelma is a deadly assassin who's only goal is too kill one adventurer: E. Nigma, who has put her father behind bars after a case that involve an illegal drug smuggling operation.

Weapon of Choice: Any

Gentle Thief and Le Erosa (Gentle Criminal and La Brava) (My Hero Academia)

Gentle and La Erosa are partners, as Gentle commits crimes and La Erosa records and uploads them. The two seem to be friendly with each other and exchange their motivations. La Erosa also admires Gentle and his ideas, in return Gentle appreciates La Erosa's efforts in helping him become a notorious villain. La Erosa also has an extreme love interest in Gentle, a love interest that he seems to have with her as well.

Weapon/s of Choice: Thievery skills

[liviavanrouge]

Abby Aizawa

Hero name: Pied Piper(Formerly), Midnight(currently)

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Age: 15(First appearance), 16(Currently)

Gender: Female

Blood Type: A

Height: 5’6

Weight: Unknown

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Love interest: Hawks(formerly), Rody Soul(formerly), Tamaki Amajiki(Boyfriend, currently)

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Status: Unknown

School: U.A. High

Occupation: Student, Hero in training

Mentor: Mirko, Midnight(Formerly, Deceased), Hound Dog(Currently)

Apprentice: Tamashiro

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Grandfather: Sebastian/Nightmare, ???

Grandmother: Gloria(Deceased), ???

Father: Shota Aizawa

Mother: Tiana Aizawa/Jet/Blossom Rouge

Stepmother: Rosemary Aizawa

Uncle(s): Kira, Dicarius, Hoka, unnamed Uncles

Auntie(s): Marley, unnamed Aunties

Older twin brother: Axel Aizawa

Youngest brother(s): Jonah Aizawa

Adopted brother(s): Leone

Youngest Stepsister(s): Judy

Youngest Stepbrother(s): Wolfsbane, Jay, Terrance, Mandrake, Pyro Todoroki

Cousin(s): Delilah, Marcus, Izzy, Snowflake, Jameson, several cousins

Pet: Fluffy/Panthera(cat/panther shapeshifter)

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Appearance: Abby stands at 156 cm which reads as 5’6, she has long dark blue hair that reaches down to her waist, so it is mostly up in a bun unless she feeling particularly lazy but it is mega rare to see her with her hair down. She wears the school uniform properly despite being raised by her mostly sleeping father, since she was taught at a young age that appearance can be everything at times by her Auntie Midnight. Her eyes are a dark purple with a hint of yellow near the middle.

Her hero suit consists of several different fairy tales character clothing. The base of her clothing is based off of the mad hatters clothes, but her right sleeve is blue and shirt like Alice’s dress, while her left sleeve is a dark purple with lavender stripes for the Chesire cat. She has blue shorts with black leggings underneath, along with a red cape for red riding hood. She wears brown boots that have two purple bows in the back.

Later on Abby adds on and changes her hero costume slightly, instead of a red cape she now has a white one, and added a belt so she can place her cards in the pouch connected to it. After Midnights death Abby inherits her mentors whip, so upgrades her belt so she is able to connect the whip to it and take it off rapidly whenever she needs to. Her boots are also changed to red boots with a purple butterfly on it symboling Midnight in her own way.

During the second war, Abby is first seen fused with Chesire Cat, along with a bracelet with a charging device connected to it. During the fight with Shigaraki she slices some of her hair off so he couldn't snag it. During the big threes attack she restyled her hair, making herself look more like Yoichi which shocks Shigaraki, provoking him into injuring her.

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Quirk: Disaster Wonderland

Description: Abby’s quirk grants her fantasy cards from children books she’s seen or read in the past, a new appearing when she finds a new fantasy book so she can expand her collection. Her quirk turns the fantasy characters into more horror like beings, an example being Alice from Alice in wonderland who has blood stains on her dress along with a ripped stuffed teddy and a pair of large long sharp scissors. Abby mainly summons Chesire Cat, Alice, Red riding hood, and the Mad hatter. After the liberation war and Abby’s disappearance she returned able to fuse with a fantasy character and gain a more powerful access to their power.

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Backstory: Abby was born to Eraserhead(Shota Aizawa) and Jet(Tiana Aizawa), along with her twin brother, Axel, getting her name from her father who felt great joy when she was born, which shows the meaning behind her name “Father’s Joy” also causing her to be more of a daddy’s girl. She grew up in her grandparents mansion, her mother inheriting it and moving in with her family causing Abby to live a more rich like life. Due to her mothers infamous hero work and being the number three hero, Abby was a little spoiled but she could tell the difference between being a spoiled bad kid and being a spoiled good kid. She met Izuku and Bakugo in elementary school, becoming close friends with the both of them, but started to drift apart from Bakugo after his quirk manifests and he started picking on Izuku.

She later becomes friends with Maria and Daphne who are the children of her parents old school friends, and even invites Izuku to hang out with them despite him being the only boy of the group. The day her quirk manifested was the day her grandmother died, Abby had been sitting in the backyard touching the flowers growing around the yard she helped her mother grow when she accidentally summoned the Chesire Cat after mumbling his name when remembering the Alice in wonderland story her father had read to her the other night to put her to sleep. After summoning the Chesire Cat the backyard started to crumble, Abby’s quirk going out of control after she panicked, causing her family to fear for her life. Her grandmother was the only and first person to move, but was killed when Abby grabbed her arm, causing her grandmother to die at the hands of her new power.

At the age of ten Abby’s mother died at the hands of a villain, unbeknownst to her at the moment was that her mother was alive and somewhere else, but due to the belief that her mother was dead Abby lost her smile, which her twin tried his hardest to get back, and walked around with an emotionless face saying little to no words to her friends, and causing her to become distant. After her mothers dead Abby trained with her father, and read more fantasy books, getting more cards for her quirk so she could become a hero. She tells her father at the age of eleven that she’s gonna become a hero, causing Aizawa to start to protest at her decision but she manages to convince him by saying she wanted to make her mother proud, the mother she no longer had in her life. Aizawa became distant with Abby afterwards, causing Midnight to take on a parental figure role for the eleven year old, and continue training her to she could be a hero.

When Abby turned fifteen she met Jiro who was also taking the test to get into the top hero school in Japan, both working together to get points and Abby even saving Jiro with her Bandersnatch card that she usually couldn’t summon before despite her having low energy. The duo get into the school together, even having the same class. Abby starts to become distant with Jiro after seeing her friend get closer to Momo Yaoyorozu, and became friends with Setsuna Tokage who later on in the series would save Abby’s life twice. Abby became more of a side character but during Season 2 of My Hero Academia she became more of a main character the reasoning being unknown until the Liberation Arc where she reveals a dark secret. Abby’s future has yet to come together, so at the moment this is the only backstory info known on her until it can be upgraded.

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Black T-Shirt

Captain America and The Winter Soldier

Pairing; Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary; Bucky in that black and tight T-Shirt has you in desperate need to have his dick in your mouth.

Word Count; 1588

Warnings; NSFW, 18+, Minors DNI, cursing, language, dirty talk, pet names, oral (male receiving), masturbation (female), Daddy!kink, face fucking, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note; sorry that the beginning is literal trash! I just didn’t know what in the hell to write leading up to the big event lol. I hope you all enjoy regardless <3 Minor spoilers to TFATWS 1x04!

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Watching Bucky in that tight, black t-shirt all day had your mind in other places than the mission. Places of sin and pleasure as your mouth was watering in need to have his dick in your mouth at the way the shirt clung to his muscular body. But the busy day of finding Karli and the Dora Milaje threatening to come for Zemo gave you no time to pull him somewhere to the side for him to bring you to your knees and to suck him off.

Until the Dora Milaje arrived at the place you were staying, and all hell broke loose with spears and arms swinging everywhere, which resulted in Zemo’s escape.

“Get your stuff. We're leaving in 20 minutes to find him,” Sam ordered the two of you. 20 minutes? That was more than enough time to get what you wanted out of your boyfriend.

“Come here.” You took his hand and rushed the two of you into the bedroom where you could carry out your little mission. “What is it? Where's the rush?” Bucky questioned when he saw the rush you were in.

“I need you.”

He caught on pretty quickly in what you needed when your hand was placed just above his bulge. Your soft and pleading eyes were begging for him. How could he ever say no to a face like yours?

“Get on your knees, and I'll give you what you want so much doll.”

There was no trace of hesitation in your soul as you sunk to your knees in front of him and looked up as innocently as you could muster.

The belt buckle being undone by him was like sweet music in your ears. When he pulled down his jeans with his underwear, you came face to face with his throbbing cock that was full and erect for you only. The need for him to be in your mouth was just as great as your need for him to use your mouth to the fullest. Fuck, he looked so beautiful as you peeked up at him through your lashes.

When he went to pull off his shirt as well, you stopped him immediately. “No, keep it on.” The way the shirt clung to his muscular body had your core scream in need. The print of his abs could be seen from how tight it was. His biceps teasing to burst out any second from the tightness of his short sleeves had your tongue peek out to wet your lips.

He traced your lips with his thumb, and you gave it a light kiss before you allowed entrance for him. Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked and swirled your tongue on his digit, making a groan emit deep from within him at your mouth being so obedient to him.

“Let's put that mouth to good use, shall we kitten? Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?” He asked as his hand found its place at the back of your neck to encourage you on.

Oh, Daddy? So he was in that mood now. Then you knew he was going to use and abuse your mouth to the fullest.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Your hand wrapped around his base as you looked up to him for permission to continue. The slight nod of his head was the signal you were looking for.

You opened your mouth to let your tongue trace his throbbing vein on the underside of him. The feel of you on his most sensitive part had him shudder at the feeling your tongue was giving him.

Your tongue swirled at the head of him. It ended with a light suckle to his mushroom tip like it was a delicious and tasty lollipop.

That was enough teasing for him. He needed more, so his hand at the back of you pushed your mouth more on him. All the way until your nose met his base, your tongue teasing his length as you managed to take him in fully. The feeling of him so deep in your throat made you cough around his entire cock. The vibrations felt wonderful on him as it made him shiver down his spine.

He needed more. With his hand holding your head in place, his hips thrust quick and sharp into your mouth, taking all it had to offer.

“You take me so well, doll. Such a good girl for me.”

He kept his dick deep in your throat at all times, fucking it to his liking, bruising and abusing it to the fullest, until you showed signs that you needed a break which he kindly let you have.

He couldn't help but hiss out at the loss of you around him, already missing having you on him. It was something he never could get enough of.

Your lips were swollen from the actions Bucky laid on you, and your eyes were watery at him tickling the back of your throat with every thrust of his hips. All in all, you were a beautiful mess for your Daddy, and he couldn't stop praising you for being so good to him.

The saliva from your mouth was trickling down his length, and it made you hungry to taste him again and again. You could never get enough of him in your mouth—the place where only he belonged.

His cock twitched when you looked up at him through your long lashes, and he couldn't help but wrap his fist around himself, making quick strokes to hurry up the process of cumming in your mouth.

“Show me that pretty tongue.”

Sticking it out for him like he asked and giving it a wiggle, he laid his head on the tip of it. Switching between tapping his head on it and making sinful strokes on himself.

The image of him looking so in control and dominant where he was standing tall and towering over you had your clit tingle in delight. You couldn't help yourself when you undid your pants some so you could snake your hand in your panties and give it the attention it so desperately needed.

“Look at you. Such a needy little thing. Needing to touch yourself while you suck me off.” His movements ceased to a halt. It was his way of saying it was your turn now to continue where he left off.

You took him in your hand to jerk him off as he did just a moment ago. The focus was on his red and sensitive tip. Your other hand was working on yourself to bring you to orgasm as well.

“Does it feel good, Daddy?”

“So good, kitten. Keep going.”

His eyes were closed shut, and his head leaning back some at the pleasure you were bringing him with your expert hand.

When you felt like he had enough, you let him in your mouth again for him to do as he pleased. His sounds of pleasure increased in volume as he fucked your warmth.

Encouraging flicks of your tongue were given to him as he fucked your face raw to his liking. Using your mouth for his pleasure, and you loved every second of it.

He was going to cum in your mouth; you could feel it, see it, and you wanted nothing more than have him shot his delicious seed down your throat. He twitched in your mouth and his muscles tensed up in preparation to let himself go. You were close to finishing as well as your hand was working on your clit.

He pulled himself out again, much to your disapproval, as he once more wrapped his fist around himself, making quick strokes.

“Open your mouth and show me that tongue.”

Doing as told, you opened wide for him to empty his cum on your desperate tongue. Your eyes were large and innocent when you looked up at him.

He was so close. His hand was losing the steady rhythm that he had. His vibranium one went in your hair to pull hard, making you emit a yelp at the pain.

“Fuck, I'm cumming, kitten. Cum for Daddy as well.”

The coil in your stomach snapped as his loud, and heavy grunts filled the air as he came all over your tongue and lips. Ropes of him decorating it so beautifully like an expensive artwork at the museum.

Once both of you came down from your high and he emptied himself entirely on you, he took a second to admire his work. Proud of how beautiful it looked.

“So pretty baby girl, Now swallow all of it.”

You closed your mouth and swallowed his load with no second thoughts. It was ingrained in you to do so. Like it was second nature. You showed him your empty mouth, which made him let out a satisfied groan of approval.

His thumb traced your lips to collect some of the remaining cum and pushed his digit into your parted lips for you to suck him clean.

“Such a good girl for me.”

A few seconds later, there could be heard a knock on the door and Sam's voice speaking from outside.

“Look, I don't know what the hell you guys are doing in there, but we need to leave, like right now.”

You and Bucky stifled a laugh at knowing that Sam most likely knew what was up with the two of you.

“Come on.” He helped you to stand up on your feet. “Let's get cleaned up, and then we have to leave.”

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What’s Happening To Me? — OneShot

Plot: James Potter was starting to feel more and more overprotective towards his friend Y/N and considerably annoyed at the blatant flirting she and one of his best friends were displaying publicly and at the thought she might be falling for Sirius. What was happening to him?

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader.

Word Count: 5,9K.

A/N: I just had revised this long-ass story entirely and was pretty proud at the summary i came up with just for Tumblr to mess up with my post and erase its entire content, only leaving the title behind. Now i can’t remember the previous summary i wrote and am pissed about it. Anyways, I love writing for James and it shows. I won’t revise this again because i really am annoyed at tumblr so apologies in advance for any mistakes! :)

James tried to concentrate on Slughorn’s voice as the professor went on and on about whatever potion they were going to start working on during next week. He was really doing his best to absorb his words, but an extremely flirty pair beside him was making this task nearly impossible. He knew this was just for show since Sirius wanted to make Marlene jealous and Y/N kindly agreed to help him out, but all of this was still bothering him for some reason. Maybe it was because he knew Sirius way too well to know for sure he was enjoying this situation a little too much. Maybe it was because he cared about Y/N enough to bother if Sirius was going to end up hurting her somehow. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“Merlin, would you two stop? It’s getting annoying,” he hissed at Y/N and Sirius, whom had been all giggly and touchy for the entire class.

“Does it bother you to see a happy couple in love, Prongs?” Sirius teased, barely suppressing a laugh.

“I’m just trying to pay attention to class,” he mumbled annoyed, his fists clenching slightly.

“Don’t be mean to him, Sirius!” Y/N bumped her fist on his arm. “He’s bitter because Lily is still turning him down despite his best efforts,” Y/N looked at James sympathetically as if saying she was sorry for him.

James sighed heavily at the mention of Lily’s name. Sure, it did annoy him that she was still rejecting his attempts of woo her, but, if he was being quite frank, it didn’t bother or frustrate him like it used to. If anything, it just... he didn’t even know anymore. Why he was still chasing her. Why he was still trying to get her to go out with him. It was seeming more and more pointless lately. He wasn’t sure if he was still pinning after her for a purpose or solely for the challenge.

“Earth to James!” Y/N waved her hand in front of James’ eyes. “You there?”

James tilted his head a little so his best friend’s face could enter his visual field. Her y/h/c hair was loose in a messy way that suited her perfectly, matching harmonically her hypnotic y/e/c eyes. She had a natural confidence that seemed to radiate from her body and wrap every single soul in the room. She was truly effortlessly magnetic. James started feeling flustered suddenly, unbeknownst to why.

“You alright there, mate?” Sirius asked with a brow lifted, staring at him.

“Never better, Pads!” James shot a cocky grin his way, brushing off the unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach.

James fell unusually quiet for the short rest of the class, his mind flickering between Y/N and Sirius and Lily. Everything just seemed so... out of place right now. He didn’t even notice Slughorn dismissing the class until Y/N tapped gently on his shoulder.

“Are you coming, Jamesy?” She asked, Sirius wrapping her against his chest. “Everyone else is already gone.”

“Sure...” James mumbled, still a little airy. His eyes wandered from Sirius’ tight grip around Y/N to her hand gently holding his wrist as her thumb caressed his skin lightly.

“Hurry up, Prongs! We can’t be late for lunch, I have a special surprise for my love here,” Sirius lifted Y/N’s chin gently whilst staring devilishly into her eyes.

James once again felt the same unsettling feeling he did before in the pit of his stomach when he noticed a subtle pink tone brushing through Y/N’s cheeks for a split second as she stared dumbfounded at Sirius.

“You two realize Marlene isn’t even here anymore to witness your annoying flirt, don’t you?” James asked his friends grumpily.

“Would you lighten up for Merlin’s sake, Prongs? Love is never annoying!” Sirius winked at him.

“Love might not be but you certainly are, darling,” Y/N retorted teasingly at Sirius, who took his free hand to his chest in mock offense.

“I usually grow on people, do you know that? Don’t you be so quick on biting the hand that feeds you,” he winged his brows at their amused female friend.

“You really are a complete prat, Sirius Black!” Y/N rolled her eyes with a large grin.

They were so invested on teasing each other that they had seemingly forget about James’ presence. The Gryffindor Quidditch captain spat an annoyed goodbye at his friends before storming off the classroom.

Y/N frowned and mentioned to follow James, but Sirius quickly grabbed her gently by the arm, stopping her from doing so.

“What are you doing? We have to go check on him! Haven’t you noticed how annoyed he left?” She lifted a brow at the grey-eyed boy.

“I did, indeed. But I also have noticed that he seems a little too annoyed at us lately, specially at me,” he narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

“Your point? He’s probably still frustrated at his last unsuccessful attempt of wooing Lily,” Y/N sighed.

“Oh, love, believe me, this has nothing to do with Lily. I know Prongs way too well, better than he knows himself, if I may add.”

“Are you implying he’s in love with you?” Y/N exploded in a loud laugh. “Of course it has to do with Lily. It always has something to do with Lily.”

Sirius narrowed his eyes whilst a mischievous grin took over his face. Y/N did a pretty good job in hiding her annoyance when she mentioned Lily’s name, but Sirius could read his y/h/c friend like an open book. He noticed it.

“What now?” She frowned at him.

“Nothing, love. Nothing at all. Come, let’s sit by the Black Lake, shall we? It’s too much of a beautiful day to spend it locked indoors,” he winked knowingly at his friend whilst taking her by the hand, another plan taking form inside his mind.

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“Where are Padfoot and Y/N?” Remus asked no one in particular as he glanced around the Gryffindor table at lunch time.

“Haven’t seen them since Potions this morning,” Peter shrugged uninterested.

“They’re probably snogging somewhere,” James said bitterly, his eyes glued on his food.

Remus lifted a brow at James whilst Peter blinked his eyes in confusion.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Remus asked him with a furrowed expression.

“There’s nothing to read into it. I just meant what I said,” James shrugged, a grimace on his features as he looked at Remus and Peter.

“But Prongs...” Peter whispered as quietly as he could without being incomprehensible. “We know this between them is just for show.”

“Do we? Please, Wormy. You know Padfoot. We all do,” James said calmly. “It’s just a matter of time until they cross the line, assuming they haven’t already.”

“What if they have? It’s not like it’s any of our business,” Remus narrowed his eyes thoughtfully at the messy-haired boy.

“But it is!” James exclaimed exasperatedly. “Y/N is also our friend, why do I seem like I’m the only one who cares about her wellbeing?! Padfoot is smitten with Marlene, you know that Moony. Y/N is the one who’ll end up getting hurt amidst this craziness.”

“Y/N is a smart girl, Prongs. She’s not naive. I highly doubt she or Padfoot himself will do something as stupid as that,” Remus shrugged before taking a piece of turkey to his mouth.

James bit his tongue and returned his gaze to his nearly untouched plate. He really hoped both Y/N and Sirius were smart enough to prevent what could only be described as a catastrophe, at least in his eyes. Just the thought of his best female friend being hurt by Sirius’ reckless actions made him feel like punching something. Or, more accurately, someone.

A loud sound of giggles snapped James out of his thoughts and drove him to wander his eyes to the big doors that separated the Great from the Entrance Hall. Holding hands, Y/N and Sirius were all smiles as they entered the room and approached their table.

“You almost missed the meal,” Peter scolded them with a motherly tone.

“Worry not, my dear Wormtail! We already ate,” Sirius winked at him.

“How’s that possible? You’ve just arrived,” Remus lifted a brow at Sirius.

“We raided the kitchen,” Y/N shrugged as she took a seat next to Remus.

Sirius plunk down by Y/N’s side and wrapped her in his arms guilelessly, playing with a lock of her hair. Nothing different than his usual behavior — since he and Y/N were pretty close friends themselves — but enough to drive James off the edge.

“You alright there, mate?” Sirius asked him for the second time that day, looking even more amused then he did firstly.

James blinked at the sudden attention as his other three best friends stared at him inquisitively. He only then realized how tense his body was and the tight grip he had around his fork. His knuckles were white due to how much pressure he was putting into it. The Gryffindor boy relaxed with a couple of deep breaths before letting his fork rest by the side of his plate.

“Hey, Prongs!” Peter whispered excitedly, breaking the awkward silence that fell upon the usually-very-talkative Marauders. “Fourth person on your left... look who’s staring at you!”

James gladly allowed his focus to shift from Y/N and Sirius as he looked to where Peter had told him. He lifted his brows in surprise as he’s met by Lily’s eyes, a small and shy smile forming on her face as their eyes locked. James returned her smile, waiting for the butterflies to flutter his stomach as they always did whenever he used to have some kind of interaction with the redhead. But they didn’t come at all. Not this time.

“What the bloody hell is happening to me?” He thought to himself as he forced himself to hold Lily’s stare for what seemed like forever.

“Looks like someone is finally wooing the girl of their dreams,” Remus teased after James broke off the eye contact.

“It was about time! I don’t think I could stand another year of this pitiful chase, it was getting quite embarrassing mate,” Sirius joked, earning amused laughs from both Peter and Remus.

“Would you three stop already?” Y/N rolled her eyes. “I’m happy for you, Jamesy. Don’t mind them,” she reached for his hand across the table and gave it a light squeeze. A sweet smile on her lips.

James felt his stomach leaping like crazy inside of him at her touch. He furrowed his brows at the unknown feeling, his hand lingering on hers a while too longer.

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“You’re staring,” Remus pointed out without taking his eyes off his book.

“I’m not!” James denied quickly. “I’m just thinking about what to write on my essay.”

“Is your essay stamped on Y/N’s and Sirius’ faces?” The boy with chocolate eyes teased.

“Don’t you think they’re spending way too much time together?” James asked as he stared at Y/N and Sirius laughing together in a distant corner inside the Common Room. Y/N’s cheeks were flustered due to how hard Sirius was making her laugh.

“Meaning?” Remus’ attention was now solely on James as he studied his friend with a quirked eyebrow.

“Meaning they’ve got other friends outside each other, you know?!” James sounded a lot more harsh than he ever planned to.

The sound of Y/N’s laugh echoed in the room once more. She sounded like a 4-year-old laughing, it was absolutely adorable and completely contagious. James couldn’t help a small smile to spread across his face. He then caught himself wishing he could make her laugh like that. His face fell suddenly as he wondered why this thought would ever cross his mind.

“If it bothers you so much why don’t you just talk to her about it?” Remus shrugged, his focus back on his book.

James reflected on his friend’s advise for a short while until his vision got red again as Sirius trailed his fingers across Y/N’s back whilst whispering something into her ear. James closed his book with a loud bang, startling Remus and other few students who sat close to them.

“Where the bloody are you going?” Remus asked as his friend got on his feet and started gathering his things.

“Somewhere I can actually study,” James mumbled before moving in the direction of the portrait hole.

James wandered aimlessly through the castle, both his mind and heart racing and pounding with questions and emotions. Was he losing his mind? He didn’t know what was happening to him, why or how it started and neither how to make it stop. Y/N didn’t seem nearly as bothered at Sirius’ blatant advances, so he shouldn’t be either, right?!

As James’ feet stopped suddenly on their own, his surroundings came into focus once again and he caught himself staring back at him in a bathroom mirror. He rested his books on top of the nearest sink and took his glasses off, throwing a quick splash of water in his face and leaning over so he could rest his hands on the basin marble.

“What’s happening to me?” He mumbled to his own reflexion.

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“Gather around, kids!” Slughorn said proudly in front of a cauldron as the students started arriving for the Potions class.

Y/N, James, Sirius, Remus and Peter approached the Professor and peeked curiously into the cauldron content. A mother-of-pearl sheen liquid with a spiraling steam lied inside of it. Y/N shifted uncomfortably on her feet as she instantly recognized what the potion with such an unusual shine was.

“Oh...” Sirius whispered not so quietly into her ear with an annoying teasing tone, wrapping his arm on her shoulders.

“Oh Indeed, Mr. Black,” Slughorn grinned amusedly at the raven-haired boy. “Perhaps Miss Y/L/N could tell us what this potion is?”

“Amortentia, Sir. The most powerful love potion in the world. It causes a powerful infatuation or obsession from the drinker. It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals. It’s also known by its smelling properties. Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what — or should I say who — attracts them,” Y/N promptly answered the Professor’s question.

The room was dead silent as everyone stared at the cauldron with great interest after Y/N’s words. Especially the girls, whom all eyed the liquid furtively.

“Very good, Miss L/N! Ten points to Gryffindor!” Slughorn rumbled satisfied.

“That was hot,” Sirius joked, winking at Y/N.

James clenched his teeth as he stared at Sirius, feeling increasingly annoyed at the ever so blatant flirt and not hearing Slughorn asking for a volunteer to smell the potion in front of the entire class.

“Oh, Mr. Potter!” Slughorn exclaimed, dragging his attention back to the class. “Come here now, don’t be shy,” the teacher motioned for him to approach the cauldron.

Looking around, James realized the entire class stepped back and he was standing considerably afar from them. Gulping, the always-so-brave-and-carefree Gryffindor boy slowly started to walk to the cauldron, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“Just go already, mate! We all know you’re gonna smell something Lily-related anyway!” Sirius shouted from behind him, earning laughs from almost the entire student body present at the class.

“I highly doubt he will,” Lily said out of the blue, making James stop suddenly on his feet and turn around to face her.

“What was that, love?” He quirked an eyebrow at her with a devilish smile. There was nothing that turned him on more than a challenge.

“I said you wouldn’t smell me. My bet is on something Quidditch-related. But I’ll tell you what, if you do smell anything that actually has something to do with me, I’ll let you take me out on a date,” Lily crossed her arms against her chest defiantly.

That was it, the moment James had been waiting for ever since he first laid his eyes on Lily. The moment he thought would be the happiest of his life. The moment that would leave him feeling over the moon of joy. But nothing of this happened. Sure, it felt satisfactory to finally achieve a long-term goal and finally convincing Lily, but that was it. Just it.

“Go on, Potter! We don’t have all day!” Someone among the Slytherin students shouted, clearly excited to see the outcome of the proposal.

James then walked to Slughorn and stood in front of the cauldron, facing his fellow Gryffindors and the Slytherin crowd.

“Now, Mr. Potter, close your eyes and take a deep breath,” Slughorn instructed as he stepped aside and left James and the cauldron all alone in the spotlight. “And then let us know what you smelled!”

James did exactly as Professor Slughorn had told him to. At first, nothing happened, and then, suddenly, a powerful wave of the most endearing and hypnotic smell enveloped him and raided all of his senses. The smell was an intoxicating mixture of patchouli, sandalwood and cranberry. His eyes widened open as he instantly recognized where he had already smelled this. It was her smell. Y/N’s signature smell.

James’ eyes searched the little crowd furiously until they landed on Y/N. She was inspecting her nails, weirdly quite interested. He wanted to shout so she could look at him. He wanted to lock eyes with her and tell her what he had just smelled. He wanted to run at her and sweep her off her feet, spin her around and tell her what had been in his heart unbeknownst to him this whole time. He now knew what was happening to him.

“Mr. Potter?” Slughorn’s voice alerted James that he and the entire class were waiting for his answer.

James nodded at the Professor and allowed his eyes to land on Y/N once again before finally answering him. However, what he witnessed made his stomach sink. Y/N was whispering something into Sirius’ ear and his left hand was clutched on her waist.

“So that’s why she wouldn’t look at me,” he thought bitterly at himself.

James’ eyes wandered to Lily, a sudden frustration invading him. The redhead looked at him expectantly, unlike Y/N, who was too immersed on Sirius to notice the longing looks he had been sending her way lately. Sighing, James made a stupid decision in the heat of the moment.

“I smell vanilla and lilies,” he announced to Slughorn, knowing very well Lily smelled like that.

When he turned around to face the class again, Y/N and Sirius were nowhere to be found. Lily on the other hand, was standing right where she was, blinking with a dumbfounded expression.

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“Please, Sirius, don’t make me go in there,” Y/N begged Sirius as they approached the Three Broomsticks. She knew exactly what she was going to witness once they went into the establishment.

“Come on now, Y/N! Marlene is going to be there with Alice, please?” He gave her his best puppy eyes as he implored.

“How long will we have to keep up with this?” She asked, pointing back and forth between the two of them.

“Until she admits she has the hots for me,” he winked at his best friend, who simply rolled her eyes at him.

When they entered the pub, their eyes instantly fell on the table where a certain couple was having their first date. Sirius squeezed Y/N’s hand as he noticed her gaze lingering on James’ back.

“Let’s get this over with, shall we?” She mumbled, pulling Sirius by the hand to a distant table where Remus, Peter, Alice and Marlene sat chatting happily.

“Finally! Where the two of you were?” Remus exclaimed as Y/N and Sirius approached them.

“We were a little... busy, Moony,” Sirius winked suggestively at his friends. “Seems like I’m simply irresistible to my sunshine here.”

Marlene rolled her eyes at them, clearly beyond annoyed at Y/N’s and Sirius’ presence.

“Y/N, tell me, how can you possibly tolerate him, darling?” Remus teased as he noticed Marlene’s annoyance and Sirius’ proud grin.

“I usually keep my lips on his for as long as I can so he can’t speak. That’s the key,” Y/N shrugged, getting into character.

Remus, Peter, Alice and even Marlene laughed at Sirius’ shocked expression at Y/N’s comeback. She forced herself to laugh as well even though she was feeling everything but joy right now.

Stealing a glance in James’ direction, their eyes locked for a while before he drove his attention back to Lily and Y/N felt the sudden need of fresh air.

“I have to use the loo. Be right back,” Y/N mumbled at her friends whilst getting up.

The chit-chat ceased quickly as three of the Marauders and the two girls observed the y/h/c girl shy away from them.

“So, how’s our plan going, babe?” Marlene asked excitedly to Sirius as soon as they couldn’t see Y/N anymore, linking her arm in his.

Before Sirius could say anything, Remus cut him off asking with a much shocked tone of voice: “What plan are you two talking about? Didn’t Marlene despised you like you told us when you’ve asked Y/N for help to make her jealous? Why is she calling you babe? What is going on here?”

“Hold your wolves, would ya Moony? We’ll explain everything,” Sirius grinned. “I did tell Y/N that but Marlene and I had already been sneaking around unbeknownst to general knowledge.”

“Was that supposed to enlighten me?” Remus quirked a brow at him.

“Let me explain, for Merlin’s sake!” Marlene lifted a hand in front of Sirius as he opened his mouth to start talking. “We were snogging in an empty classroom under James’ invisibility cloak this one time when he and Y/N suddenly sneaked in as they ran away from Filch-“

-

“Oh, Sirius,” Marlene mumbled pleasantly at the raven-haired boy who was brushing his lips against her neck teasingly.

“Do you like that?” He asked softly.

“Ye-Yeah,” she muttered in response amidst a heavy sigh.

The couple was suddenly startled as the classroom door clicked open and was quickly closed again with an explosion of giggles. They quickly parted as they stared confusedly at Y/N and James, whom were out of breath and leant against the dark and old rock-wall, hands clutched together.

“Merlin, did you see Filch’s face?” James asked with a laugh.

“I honestly thought he’d spit fire,” Y/N answered with a snore, her face completely flustered from all the running.

James stared at his friend in a comfort silent for quite some time, as if he was engraving her every feature in his mind. “Godric, you’re beautiful.”

Sirius gasped at his friend’s words. Marlene’s mouth fell open.

It was only when Y/N’s eyes widened that James realized he had said that out loud.

“I-I mean, you’re quite alright for a girl and everything, mate,” he added quickly, making even more of a fool out of himself.

“Yeah... thanks, mate,” Y/N answered with a furrowed expression. She was clearly embarrassed as well. “We should probably get going before Filch comes back. Where did you leave your bloody cloak anyway?”

“I’m not sure, I couldn’t find it anywhere. Sirius must’ve borrowed it,” he shrugged, opening the door and checking the outside surroundings for any sign of Filch. “Let’s go!” He grabbed Y/N by the hand and led her out of the classroom, closing the door behind them.

“Did he just say what I heard?” Sirius checked with Marlene just to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating as he tossed the invisibility cloak on the floor.

“He actually did,” she answered, a little shocked herself. “Not that it was surprising in any way, I mean, it‘s quite obvious he has it bad for her, I just didn’t think he’d ever notice, he pinning after Lily and everything,” Marlene shrugged.

“I don’t think he reckoned his feelings just yet, James can be a bit of a thick-head sometimes.”

“A bit? And just sometimes? The lad has been chasing after the same girl - who wants nothing to do with him if I may add - for almost six whole years. He definitely is a big time thick-head,” Marlene quirked a brow at Sirius.

“You’re right...” he mumbled thoughtfully. “We have to do something, they’ve got too much pride to ever admit their feelings for each other.”

Marlene shot him a grin as the perfect idea crossed her mind, “have you told anyone about us?”

“Not yet.”

“Good, here’s what we’re going to do...” Marlene started to explain him how he’d tell everyone she didn’t want anything to do with him and then ask for Y/N’s help to make her jealous in front of all of his friends. She made sure to let him know he was supposed to flirt hard with Y/N when James was around.

-

“Did you really have to make the beginning so... graphic?” Alice asked with a grimace once Marlene had told them the entire story.

“Agreed!” Remus quirked his brows at the secret couple. “But I have to say, this idea was quite... clever.”

“It really was,” Peter nodded excitedly. “Padfoot definitely stroke a nerve by flirting with Y/N in front of Prongs.”

“And so did Lily by pretending she was finally interested in him,” Marlene smiled proudly at herself.

“Wait... what?” Sirius looked utterly shocked as he asked her.

“Yeah, sorry about that, but I thought it’d look more... realistic if you didn’t know that. You care about Y/N, you wouldn’t bare seeing her hurt without letting her know the truth,” Marlene shrugged at her boyfriend.

“Woman... you are the love of my life,” Sirius grinned devilishly at her, taking her hand in his and kissing her knuckles.

-

“That prick...” James mumbled at himself as he clenched his fists at the sight of Sirius flirting and touching Marlene. Didn’t he have no respect for Y/N? He literally just waited until she turned her back to be a complete prat.

“What?” A bored Lily asked.

James realized he had been staring at their friends table basically ever since Y/N and Sirius first showed up, leaving Lily hanging. But, truth be told, the date sucked even before that. He and Lily had zero chemistry, zero common ground, zero... everything. They definitely didn’t belong together.

“Look Evans...” he started after a heavy sigh, looking for the right words.

“This date sucks,” Lily completed as she shrugged in relief. “I know.”

“Well, I’d probably be way more gentle than that, but... that’s what I was trying to say,” he laughed.

“You didn’t smell vanilla and lilies when you inhaled Amortentia, did you?” She quirked a brow at him.

“No...” he furrowed apologetically. “I smelled patchouli, sandalwood and cranberry. As in-“

“Y/N’s artisanal perfume,” she cut him off with a smirk. “Why did you lie you idiot?”

“In my defense, I was gonna tell the truth but then... I saw her and Sirius flirting and, well, you know what I did,” he shrugged.

“Your stupidness never fails to amaze me, Potter,” Lily rolled her eyes at the hazel-eyed boy. “Sirius would never get himself involved with a girl his best mate fancied.”

“Please, he could never know I fancy Y/N,” he furrowed his brows in disbelief. “I’ve only realized it myself a couple days ago.”

“Potter, you oblivious daft, everyone knows you have it bad for her for ages and the other way around,” she rolled her eyes at him once again.

“Are you saying-“

“That the entire school already realized you both long for each other? Yes. Now, let’s go,” Lily stood up and motioned with her head for him to follow her.

“Where are we going?” He asked confused.

“You are going to tell Y/N what Amortentia really smelled like to you and I am going to watch it alongside all of our friends and tease the two of you later,” she said as if it was obvious whilst they crossed the pub.

-

“He admitted his feelings towards Y/N out loud,” Lily announced amused as they approached their friends, taking Y/N’s vacant seat.

“Bloody finally!” Sirius and Remus shouted in unison as they both lifted their glasses in mock celebration.

“I have to say I thought I’d have to kiss her in front of you so your blind self would finally realize your own damn feelings,” Sirius grinned amused at James.

“Please, this is Prongs we’re talking about! He’d probably punch you in the face and still not have a clue as to why he was so angry at the whole situation,” Remus teased with a smirk.

“Sod off, would you?” James flashed his middle finger at them, his eyes scanning the entire place. “Where’s Y/N?”

“She said she was going to use the loo, let me go look for her,” Alice answered James with an excited smile.

James stood there full of hope whilst Alice went looking for Y/N, his heart pounding against his chest and his hands sweating as he thought about finally telling her how he felt.

Alice reappeared again a few minutes later, but there was no sign of Y/N as she walked back to their table.

“She wasn’t there,” she told James, a furrowed expression on her face.

“Where the bloody hell can she possibly be?” Sirius asked with a confused look.

“The castle...” James mumbled at himself before taking off hurriedly.

Marlene stood up as quickly as she could and mentioned to run after James.

“What are you doing?” Sirius asked with a scrunched face.

“Well, I’m definitely not gonna miss the pathetic scene of him finally confessing his feelings to our Y/N, will you?” She quirked an eyebrow.

The little crowd exchanged looks among them before getting up recklessly and take off on James’ trail.

——————————————————————

“How do I do that? How do I tell her I have feelings for her after saying in front of the entire class I smelled lilies as I inhaled Amortentia?” James asked breathlessly as he stopped suddenly in front of the Fat Lady portrait, turning on his heels so he could face his friends.

“Preferable with your mouth, although I suppose you could use your hands as well, you know, to make it more... intimate,” Sirius suggested with a devilishly grin, winging his eyebrows.

“Merlin. I don’t even know what to say about... that,” Lily looked disgusted at Sirius, turning to James afterwards. “Just... do something meaningful for the both of you. Use something that the two of you have in common to make it special. I’m sure it’ll earn you extra points.”

“I’m with Evans on this one,” Remus shrugged. “Sorry, Padfoot.”

They kept throwing suggestions at him, but James wasn’t paying attention anymore. Lily’s words were hammering inside his head as he was thinking about what to do. And then, suddenly, as if it was magic, a brilliant idea popped inside his mind.

“Fat Lady, has Y/N came in already?” James asked the portrait that guarded the entrance to the Gryffindor tower.

“Yes, Potter, she came in a while ago in fact. She didn’t have the best of looks on her face if I may add, I’m assuming she went straight upstairs to her dormitory,” the portrait answered promptly, gladly giving away the juicy details in hopes to gossip a little bit.

“Perfect!” James grinned at the painting. “Thanks, love!” He shouted before running through the hallway.

“Should we follow him?” Peter asked Remus and Sirius.

“What if he comes back?” Sirius shrugged.

“I don’t think he will,” Lily smiled, realizing what he was about to do.

“Mind sharing the why?” Marlene quirked a brow at her.

“Think about it. What’s the one thing they both equally love fiercely?” Lily asked the little crowd with a grin. “Despite each other, of course.”

“Quidditch...” Remus answered slowly, realizing James’ intentions as well.

Before anyone could say anything, James came back and flew by them on his broom, a large grin on his face, “well? Are you lot coming or what?”

Taking off as fast as he could and with his friends on his trail, James flew around the hallways of the castle in the direction of the sloping lawns in the school grounds.

As James proceeded on his flying, he started to draw more and more curious students returning from the Hogsmeade trip, that way, by the time he had approached the exterior walls of the Gryffindor Tower, he had quite a crowd standing underneath him.

Touching the ground slightly, James gathered a few little pieces of rocks and hopped on his broom again, flying up until he reached the same level of the girls dorm’s window.

Before James could execute his plan, a loud shout from Minerva McGonagall startled him.

“James Potter, get off this broom immediately!”

Before James could answer and beg for her to let him do what he had come here to in the first place, the window cracked open. As his eyes shot in the direction of the sound, James spotted an utterly confused Y/N staring at him.

“James what the bloody hell are you doing?” She asked with a frown.

“Well, I was planning on throwing these rocks softly at your window until you opened them up, but I guess there’s no point in doing so now,” he shrugged, showing her the rocks he had clutched into his palm.

“And why would you do that?” She giggled at him, causing butterflies to flutter inside James’ stomach.

“Because I have something rather important to discuss with you, love,” he grinned.

“Why didn’t you just shout my name from the Common Room then, you mental?” She quirked her eyebrows.

“‘m afraid that wouldn’t be as nearly as romantic.”

“Romantic? What are you talking about?” She asked, a disrupted look on her face. “James, what’s going on here?”

“POTTER!” McGonagall shouted once again.

“Could you give a smitten boy a second to confess his feelings for Merlin’s sake, Minnie?” He shouted with a wink at the Professor.

“Well... I suppose I can,” she shrugged with a discreet side smirk. “And Potter?”

“Yes, Minnie?”

“Glad to see you finally build up the courage,” she smiled at the dumbfounded look the boy gave her.

Y/N was still staring at James in shock as he drove his attention back to her.

“So...” she said.

“I lied at the Potions class last week,” he said out of the blue, gliding trough the air.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning I didn’t smell lilies or vanilla when I inhaled Amortentia.”

“And what did you smell?” Y/N asked and James could notice she was holding her breath back.

“Home,” the messy-haired boy answered with a gentle smile, his hazel eyes lingering on Y/N’s. “And it smelled like patchouli, sandalwood and cranberries.”

Slowly realizing he was describing her scents, Y/N’s cheeks heated up furiously as she stared at the boy she has been fancying for so long, her eyes widened in shock.

“James is this one of your jokes? If it is, I swear to Godric-“

“No, love. I’d never joke about something like that. I’d never do something like that to you,” he smiled gently. “I’m in love with you, madly in love with you. I have been for years. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize that.”

“In that case, would you get off this broom already so I can kiss you?” Y/N said with a lovingly frown.

“Gladly!” James’ face lit up as he hurriedly closed the space between his broom and the window, hopping inside the girl’s dorm.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” Y/N shook her head with a smile.

“About you? Definitely!” James grabbed Y/N by her waist and crashed his lips into her, finally tasting what true happiness was like.

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house rules | jhs | m

— summary; in which Hoseok didn’t expect that killing a spider would lead to one of the best fucks of his life. 

— content and warnings; this is just filth… rough sex, hair pulling, fingering, dom!hoseok and sub!reader, established relationship, a lot of begging, overstimulation, creampie, cum eating, use of the words like “slut” and “cockslut”... all of this because a dumb ass arachinid

— words; 4.8k

Ever since you had moved in with Hoseok, taking your relationship to the next level, there had been some established house rules — or, rather, a task division that both sides could agree on. You washed the dishes, and Hoseok dried them. He washed and passed the clothes, and you cleaned (most) of the apartment, leaving him to the bathroom every time. Cooking was his choir for three days of the week, yours for the other three, and the seventh one would be takeout day. Saturdays and Sundays were for lazy afternoons and mid-day naps, and neither of you would work too hard to get things moving around the place.   And, most importantly, if there was a bug, no matter what it was, Hoseok would have to drop everything that he was doing and go get rid of it. 

You didn’t care how: kill it, place it gently on a nearby tree, whatever. You just wanted it gone, out of sight and out of mind. There was no way that you could sleep in the same room that you had seen a bug in, sometimes not even in the same apartment. After all, they can always move under the doors. 

So, when you saw a spider dangerously close to your face, it wasn’t exactly a surprise that you lost your shit. 

That night was particularly hot and you were already sweating like crazy by the time you finished doing your exercises for the day. With sore muscles, you dragged yourself all the way to your shower, only to groan in delight once the warm water hit your skin like the massage from an angel. Within ten minutes, you felt like a new person, and stepped out of the shower to dry yourself. 

You had gotten the towel all the way up to your face, pressing the fuzzy fabric lightly against your skin, when you saw it: hanging from the ceiling with a frail trace of web, moving like a demonic stripper in thin air. A big, chunky, hairy spider, just a few inches from your nose. 

With you, it was always a combo of seeing and reacting, no room to think anything through. The second you glimpsed at those eight devilish eyes, it’s little arms clenching around nothing, it was game over: you were already screaming bloody murder for Hoseok, throwing yourself over to the door and maniacally bolting out of the bathroom, towel forgotten somewhere on the cold floor. 

“Hobi!!” You yelled, sounding like there was a serial killer sitting on your sink. “Spider! In the bathroom!” 

You heard him before you saw him, his heavy steps drumming against the floor as he ran towards your shared bedroom. 

“I got it, I got it!” Hoseok zoomed past you, the crumbs of something sticking at the bottom of his lip, and threw himself into the bathroom. 

The door banged shut and the battle sounds resumed, with Hoseok stumbling to remove his shoe before the dangerous arachnid got the best of him. 

Relieved, you sighed and ran one hand through your makeshift bun, allowing for your hair to fall over your shoulders (part of you thought that there were thousands of small spiders crawling all over your body, but you decided to ignore that). You were happy enough that the universe had at least allowed you to dry yourself before you had been so mercilessly attacked, otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to throw yourself on your bed. 

And there you laid, sprayed out on the mattress and trying to calm yourself down, looking up at the light on the ceiling as Hoseok comically screamed inside your bathroom. You giggled at the sound, sure that he was only doing that to make you relax, and the fear inside your chest gave way to a new sense of appreciation. Hoseok really was great. 

The door opened with a dramatic movement, and there stood your savior, with a large smile on his face. “The dragon has been slayed, princess,” he said, turning off the bathroom light. “It’s dead and in the trash, if you want to look for yourself.”

“Lovely, offer, but I’ll pass.” You giggled, and sat up on the bed. “My knight in shining armor.” 

Only, Hoseok wasn’t laughing back anymore. 

One fun fact about your boyfriend was that he was kind of a pervert when it came to you (as all boyfriends should be, you thought). You, however, had found out one of his special interests about two months back, when you decided it would’ve been a good idea to try a Tik Tok trend on him, and walked in while he was watching TV with nothing but the clothes you were born with. That day, you learned that Hoseok didn’t respond “well” when it came to seeing you butt-naked on random occasions. “Well” as in, he went apeshit. It was like his mind short-circuited and his reptile brain took over, and all that he could think about was when and how hard he was going to fuck you. 

That night, it wasn’t any different. 

That night, as Hoseok looked down at your naked body like he could drill the soul out of you, watching the curvature of your breasts as you breathed, and the mounds of your thighs on the immaculate white sheets, you thought that maybe not all insects are worthless. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled to himself, frowning. You could see his brain trying to process everything that you were showing him, and the clear lust on his face was enough to have excitement running through your veins, shooting straight at your core. “If that isn’t a sight to behold.” 

You smiled, leaning back on your hands, breasts fully exposed to him. “You flatter me.” 

“I’m being honest.” He took a step towards the bed, and you felt your heart leaping out of your chest. 

“I know you are.” You looked up at him as he stopped in front of the bed, in between your open legs. Hoseok stared at you like he was in a daze, but it was always like that: the calm before the storm. He would snap any second now, and you’d like to rush the process, if possible. “Thank you for saving me.” 

He hummed, taking one of his hands to your cheek, thumb caressing the spot. “Can I get my reward now?” 

You tilted your head to the side, leaning against his warm palm. “Who said anything about a reward?” 

“I did,” he spoke without hesitation. His hand trailed down your face, his thumb now slightly separating your lips. “Besides, it’s a good deal. I’ll do all the work.”

You raised your eyebrows, interested. “Yeah?” 

When you felt him pressing against your lip, you allowed for two of his fingers to slip inside your mouth, and you were quick to coat them with your saliva, sucking like you would his cock. Hoseok licked his own lips at the sight, sighing deeply. Anytime now. 

“Yeah,” he answered, eyes hooded and glued to your mouth. Inside his pants, his cock twitched, aching to have you around it. “You have to forgive me, baby. You just took a shower.” 

You blinked, humming as he removed his fingers from your mouth. “What about it?” 

“Well, you see…” Hoseok lowered his body to your level, making you lean back so he could touch his lips against yours. He didn’t kiss you hard, though, in fact, it was all too controlled (too ephemeral) for your liking. “You just took a shower,” he repeated, “and I’m about to make you all dirty again.” 

And there it was. 

It was all too sudden for you to react, as it often was once he let his primitive side take hold. Within a second, Hoseok was curling his arm around your waist, manhandling you and throwing you up on the bed, towards the pillows. You barely had time to gasp in surprise before his mouth was attacking yours, harshly this time, his grunts coming out like a muffled melody against the sloppy, sensual kiss. 

You whined against him as his hands grabbed your breasts and his tongue slipped inside your mouth, his knee coming between your legs to spread them out. When Hoseok leaned in, with his chest impossibly close to yours, he deepened the kiss and you could feel his hard cock pressed against your pussy, barely brushing your clit. 

“Fuck, you’re too hot,” he cursed, breathing hard against your mouth. His hands hungrily grabbed your breasts one more time, making a whimper fall from your lips. Hoseok grunted at how your body reacted to him, always so ready. “Back to me, baby,” he commanded, leaning back so you could have more space. 

You never needed any convincing in those times. Hastily, you did as he said and turned your body around, pressing your breasts against the bed, hands firmly placed against the pillows. 

“That’s it, baby, perk that ass up.” His hands met the flesh of your butt, squeezing it tightly, and you once more did as he requested, curving up your spine so he could have a better view of your dripping heat. Hoseok groaned at the sight and it didn’t take long before you felt his middle finger trailing up your slit, barely brushing your entrance. “That’s my girl. Is this all for me?” 

“Yes,” you told him, biting back a sob when his digit came back between your folds, slowly entering you. “Yeah, Hobi, it’s all for you.” 

Hypnotized by the movement of his finger inside you, your boyfriend could only moan in satisfaction as he felt your walls embracing him, just as tight and warm as he remembered it. Hoseok couldn’t wait to see you crying around his cock, being filled to the brim by his cum just the way he liked it. 

“God, such a good little slut,” he commented, adding a second finger. Your back arched at the contact, eyes closing in bliss as a loud moan left you. “You’re this wet, uh? Soaking my fingers just thinking about my cock.” 

“Y-Yes,” you stuttered, looking back at him. Hoseok was licking his lips, staring at your pussy as it took his fingers in with ease, spreading wide for them. He looked like the embodiment of sin, and you wished he could just fuck you for once and get that waiting done with. “I want it so bad. I want to feel you inside me.” 

He hummed, especially liking the neediness in your tone. “I need to get you nice and ready first, baby,” he said, parting his digits slightly. He could put in a third one if he tried, but he wanted to feel you clenching around him, begging for more. “Your pussy looks so pretty like this. I can’t wait to fuck it.” 

“God, yes,” you cried, closing your eyes at the thought. Hoseok was fingering you so well that you thought you could cum just like that if he continued on with it, even if you knew he wouldn’t allow you to. When he was in one of those moods, he would only let you cum if it was around his cock. 

“You’re fucking dripping down my fingers, baby,” Hoseok said and you could tell by his deep tone that he just as excited as you, his cock angerly pressing against the fabric of his pants, begging for his attention. The sounds of you gushing around his hand was lewd, mingling with your whimpers as he continued to pound inside you, and he thought he could cum just by hearing that sweet symphony. “Such a mess.” 

“Hobi, I won’t last long,” you warned in a high-pitched sob, thighs beginning to shake. Hoseok had started to notice that already from the way you were tightening around him, but he wanted to know if you would be a good girl and tell him yourself. “I’m so close.” 

His movements did not stop. “Did I make you that horny?” He chuckled, loving every second of that. It was no news how much Hoseok liked seeing you like that: a submissive and blubbering mess, silently begging for your release as he tilted you over the edge once, twice, without ever letting it go. Some days were worse than others and, that night, he was too overwhelmed by his own need to tease you too much. “But we can’t have that, can we, baby?” 

The air you sucked in seemed like it didn’t even reach your lungs — you were in a trance, breaths heavy and shallow, trying to keep your voice steady so you could speak to him. “N-no,” you managed to answer. 

Hoseok raised his eyebrows, fingers still pumping in and out of you, curving just at the right spot to make you gasp out his name. The pleasure in your stomach was building too fast, and you knew you wouldn’t last another minute if he kept that up. “And why is that?” He teased. 

“Because-“ You whimpered. “Fuck, because I need to cum on your cock.” 

He smiled, proud. “That’s right, baby. Good girl.” 

Just as you were about to snap, Hoseok pulled his hand away from your pussy, leaving you to clench around nothing as the pleasure slowly started to die out. With hazed eyes, you watched as he took his fingers to his mouth, groaning in delight at the taste. 

“Hmmm… So sweet,” he complimented, licking himself clean. Hoseok locked eyes with you. “Do you want my cock, baby?” 

You wiggled your ass in the air, trying to make him move. “Yes, so much.” 

Hoseok looked down at your dripping core, one of his hands flying to the back of his shirt and pulling it out with a swift tug. He threw it on the floor without care and your gaze snapped to his muscular figure, watching as his body tensed up at the sight of your wetness. You knew that he was holding himself back (he was always one to play with his food, after all), but you also knew that it wouldn’t last much longer. 

Hoseok smirked. “Such a good little slut for me.” He undid his belt with ease, and pulled his pants down to his thighs, along with his underwear. Your mouth watered at the view of his cock: heavy and hard, already so red with need. The tip of it glistened under the cool bedroom lights, dripping with precum, which Hobi quickly used his thumb to spread across his slit as he started pumping himself. 

He hissed at the contact. “You love my cock, don’t you?” He asked, moving closer to you. 

You nodded weakly, pressing your head down against the pillow and bracing yourself for him. Every part of you ached for that feeling of his fat dick inside you, filling you up with every strong pump. Part of you though that he would make you say it out loud, but he had other thoughts in mind. 

You gasped when you felt his tip pressing against your entrance, but not going in. Your pussy clenched around nothing, body trembling with anticipation as Hoseok leaned forward and kissed the skin of your shoulder. 

“I really wanna fuck you hard tonight, baby,” he almost whispered, his voice so hoarse that your stomach did a somersault. “Is that okay?” 

“Yeah, please,” you said, trying to press yourself back against his cock. Hoseok hummed, his strong hands avoiding your hips from going any further. “Fuck me as hard as you want.”

“Ah, that’s such a dangerous thing to say.” Hoseok kissed your shoulder one more time. His warmth was sticking to you like perfume, making your breath come out heavy, eager. “Are you sure you can handle it?” 

A moan left you as you felt him pressing against you, just enough for his tip to slither in halfway, giving you a tease of that burn you loved so much, only so he could stop again. “Yes, Hobi, please,” you begged for what should’ve been the hundredth time that night, holding tightly to the sheets. You couldn’t even perk your ass up, with his weight on top of you, so you were left at his mercy, waiting for him to fuck you at last. “I always take it so well, you know that.” 

He sighed, sliding in just a bit more. His crown passed through your opening, making your muscles throb around him, and he paused once more, with a moan perishing in his throat. “All of it?” He asked. 

“Yes, fuck, everything,” you pleaded, voice mellow. You couldn’t take any more of his torture, your mind was a frenzy and the need you felt for him was like a chokehold, stopping you from breathing properly. “Just put it in, please.” 

Hoseok chuckled, feeling particularly merciful that night. “Such a hungry little cockslut, baby.” 

With one thrust, he filled you to the brim, making you take everything he had to give you. Hoseok watched, amazed, as you cried out at the feeling, your beautiful lips opening and closing as you grew used to his size, then he moved his gaze to your pussy, dripping down on his cock, fighting to accommodate him. He could look at that all day. 

He hissed, biting on his lip. “So perfect,” he mumbled to himself and rocked his hips forward. You whined at the motion, toes curling as you closed your eyes, diving into the pace he was starting to set, getting faster and rougher with each thrust until your headboard was banging against the wall in a way that you knew your neighbors were going to complain about. 

But, at that time, it didn’t matter. All that it mattered was his cock pounding into you in a way that made your legs shake and your cunt flutter around him, tears accumulating at the corners of your eyes at the overwhelming gush of pleasure that your boyfriend was giving you. Intoxicated by him, you started to throw your body back against his hard member, helplessly trying to make him sink further inside you. 

“That’s it, baby, take it.” Hoseok grunted, picking up his pace as he drilled inside you. The entire bed was shaking, and your thoughts had turned into nothing. “You’re making such a mess on my cock,” he breathed out, “It’s so fucking pretty.” 

A sob left you as you felt his thick member moving impossibly deep, his thrusts hard and merciless, and you pressed yourself down against the bed one more time, holding tightly to the sheets as if they could save you from his advances. In fact, the entirety of you was a wreck at that point, and you couldn’t speak coherently even if you tried, instead babbling on about how good his cock felt inside you, how full you were — and how much you wanted more. 

“Hobi, please,” you cried out, unsure of what your next words would be. 

And, as if he knew that, he said, “Please what, baby?” 

You didn’t know where it had come from, but you couldn’t hold yourself back from saying, “I want it harder.” 

Instead of responding you, you felt a tug on your hair, Hoseok’s hand yanking your head back as he kept fucking your pussy with every ounce of strength he had inside him. The sensation quickly morphed from pain to pleasure, and you cried out his name. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.” 

You swallowed hard. “Harder, please,” you sobbed. 

Another pull of your hair had you perking your ass up against him, making you lean on your elbows. “Can you take it?” He asked, voice hoarse. His chest was pressed against your back, and every syllable he spoke reverberated against your skin. “Can this pretty pussy take all that, uh?” 

“Yes, fuck, Hoseok, please,” you moaned, eyes closing with the feeling of pleasure only growing inside you. Another powerless movement of your hips, changing the angle just slightly, and you got him hitting your sweet spot over and over. “Fuck, yeah, right there, fuck-“ 

Hoseok groaned and let go of your hair, allowing for you to collapse back against the mattress. He, instead, placed his hand on your upper back and pressed your body down against the bed, fingers curling around your shoulder to support him, pulling your body down against his cock as he thrusted up into your dripping cunt with even more force. 

“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” you moaned out, tears pooling at the corners of your eyes. Everything was shaking: you, the bed, the world around you two. Every slap of his hips against yours was both hell and heaven, his cock hitting so hard and deep inside you that got you seeing stars. You loved the way he filled you up, like he was meant to be there. 

“That’s so fucking good,” he groaned, leaning back and placing his hands back on your hips, using it to push you back against his throbbing dick. “That’s my girl, fuck. Taking it like a good slut.” 

Trembling, you looked back just to see Hoseok with his head thrown back, moaning out as he continued to fuck you senseless. His eyes were shut and his mouth hung open, sweaty strands of hair falling over his furrowed brows and glistening under the bedroom light. He looked so fucking hot that you felt yourself clenching around his cock, whimpering at the lustful sight, and a new wave of euphoria hit you all at once, making you throw yourself forward. 

“You’re so fucking tight,” he said, hands digging to the flesh of your hips. He was everything you could feel and think about, the sound of your wetness was like music to your ears. The world was too hot. “You’re gonna cum?” 

“Yeah,” you whimpered, too drunk on his cock to even think straight. Hoseok could recognize that mewl in your voice anywhere, and he knew that you were really hanging by a thread. “God, it feels so good, Hobi.” 

Hoseok leaned back in, and his hand was fast to grab another chunk of your hair and pull on it, making you crash up against his chest. You cried out both because of the tingle in your scalp, and because of the new angle of his thrusts, which helped him hit that special place all over again, making you see stars. 

He placed his head on the crook of your neck, his voice hot and heavy with hunger as he spoke, “Cum on this fat cock, baby,” he groaned, his hips snapping hard against your pussy. “Make a mess on it, come on. I wanna see it.” 

That was all that you needed to tilt you over the edge and you came around his cock with high-pitched yelps and the glorious call of his name. Hoseok cursed at the feeling of your cunt throbbing around his cock, your thighs shaking as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. 

You tightened so much around him that his body jolted backwards, a gasp leaving him as he let go of your hair, that hand instead coming down to grope your ass. “That’s it, baby,” he said, watching as your wetness dripped down his cock, coating him so well. He could look at that all day, just following as you gushed around him so deliciously. “Oh, this is so fucking good.” 

You could tell by the grogginess of his tone (and the increase in force of his hands around your hips) that he wasn’t far from his own high at that point. A weak, sensible whimper left you as you felt his dick throb inside you, the pleasure already shifting to a vague pain. 

“Hobi, it’s too much,” you said, but you didn’t want him to stop. 

“Almost there,” he groaned, licking his lips. “Take it just a bit more for me, baby.” 

And you would, just like you had done countless times before, because when Hoseok asked all that you could do was to accept it. Even with your cunt already sensitive and your body trembling, you didn’t want him to stop, you wanted him to use you so he could fuck himself through an orgasm, spilling himself inside you until you were completely full of him. 

That, you noticed, wouldn’t be long. With a loud, drawn-our moan and a throb of his cock inside you, his thrusts started to get more sloppy, impossibly faster, as he tried to reach his own climax. 

“Can I cum inside you, baby?” Hoseok asked through clenched teeth, his voice breathless and drowning in lust. The ringing in your ears — courtesy of your orgasm — almost didn’t let you hear him. “Uh? Can I make a mess in this pretty little cunt?” 

“Fuck, yes, please,” you whimpered. The sensitivity was too much, but you loved it, and the idea of having his cum spilling inside you made a new wave of pleasure rock through your belly. “I want you to fill me up, Hobi.” 

His breath hitched when you pulsated around him. “Good girl,” he praised. You loved when he called you that, it made you all warm and fuzzy. “Still so tight and wet for this cock, fuck.” 

You bit down on your lip, eyes fluttering shut at his words, and the increasing force of his thrusts. “It’s all yours, Hobi.” You sighed, inebriated on the feeling of him. “Just cum inside me, please, I can’t take it anymore.” 

And that (such a delicate, needy request from you) was all that he needed. Hoseok moaned and cursed as his hot cum overflowed inside you, the feeling being filled up making your walls clench around his cock, milking away the last drops of his seed as he continued to rock himself in and out of you. The obscene sounds of his cock fucking you through his orgasm, making his cum spill out was all that filled your thoughts for a moment, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of it dripping down your legs. 

Hoseok winced after the last drop had fallen from his slit, his body thrusting forward one last time. “Fuck,” he said shakily, stopping his movements and closing his eyes in endless bliss. “I love your pussy so fucking much.” 

There were no words in your head and you didn’t even know how to respond anymore. Instead, you whined as you felt him slip out, another wave of wetness pooling between your folds as his cum spilled out of you. Hoseok’s hands, however, were quick to curl around your thighs, keeping you in place as he dove back in. You were taken off guard, and a muffled sob came from your throat before you could control yourself. 

“Hobi, wait!” You said, unsure of where you were going with that request. A loud, frustrated cry dripped from your mouth as Hoseok traced his tongue up your slit, cleaning his own cum out of you, swallowing everything as he groaned in delight. The sensation of his mouth was a lot to take in and you could feel your whole body start to shake. “God, stop, it’s too much.” 

He hummed and, with a last lick against your entrance, he moved away from your cunt. “Sorry, baby,” Hoseok said, sounding everything but regretful. “You know I fucking love when you take my cum.” 

You nodded, watching as Hoseok collapsed dramatically next to you, making the bed bounce with his weight. You took your chance to lower your body, hugging the pillows against your cheek when your legs finally gave out beneath you. 

“Holy shit.” He breathed out. “We should do this more often.” 

You giggled, turning on your side to see him better. There was a delicious ache between your thighs, and the afterglow of your orgasm had made you all weak. “All of this because of a fucking spider,” you joked, a bit drownsy. 

Hoseok sprawled one hand against his forehead, closing his eyes for a moment. His breath was still heavy and shallow as he spoke, “Don’t hate me for this, but I kinda want more spiders around the house now.” 

You giggled. “Right after my shower too,” you complained, wiggling your tired body over the sheets so you could move a bit closer to him. “I’m all sweaty now.” 

He opened his eyes and found yours. Hoseok knew you very well, so he caught your drift instantly. “You know… if you’re going to take another shower, there could be more spiders in there.” He pointed towards the bathroom. “It could be very dangerous.” 

You hummed, the ghost of a smirk already crawling up your lips. “Maybe you could join me? Just to protect me, of course.” 

Hoseok smiled. “Of course,” he said. “Those are the house rules.”

[deepdonutkid]

Morning sun

Requested: Yes, by @annoyingarcadeperfection​

Pair: Finn x female Reader

Summary:  Early birds are lovey-dovey~

Author’s note:

This is the first time in quite a while, where I start to write and not know exactly how it will end. I’m just as excited for this as you are.

It’s shorter than my usual one shot, but it’s not a bad thing I guess. This is more like an imagine.

Word count: 1222

Warnings: sex is mentioned?

What a sweet delight. The morning hours, when everyone was yet silent, but would soon come back to life, were a holy time. Just made for early birds, children and lovers, who just woke up from a mutual dream, still entangled and very sleepy.

You opened one eye first, blinked for a few times and looked around. The room was filled with the first rays of sunshine for today. Usually you would great the day as it came, lighthearted and full of joy, but right now there was a heavy weight on your chest. It was your boyfriend, Finn, still sleeping like baby. He had never looked as calm and soft as in the morning light. His cheeks were slightly red, his hair was undone and the look on his face was free of worries and sorrow, just like yours. However there was a difference. Your lips carried a peaceful smile. This was the perfect start for a perfect day.

Carefully, you played with his hair. It was so weird to see him without the pomade, he used every day. Now it was a fiery red chaos on his head and his locks went in every direction. You chuckled while he grabbed you more firmly. “Good morning, my dear”, you whistled, waiting for his reaction.

First he grunted, then he looked up, just to lay his head back on your belly and mumbled: “Good morning…” Finn might have said something else, it was just hardly audible.

“How did you sleep?”, you asked him and your hands hovered over his naked shoulder. You were still wearing your nightgown, but he stripped away his shirt in the middle of the night. Maybe he felt too hot under the blanket next to you. You didn’t noticed nor did you bother.

Now he was just lying there in his boxer short and made some sleepy noises. Your eyes widened, you squeaked joyfully, while his hands moved from your waist to your bottom. Finn was usually a very gentle lover somehow he seemed to find pleasure in kneading your ass keenly.

He poked his nose into your tummy and grunted again. When he finally looked back up again, you could see the lust in his eyes. “It was a little hot in here”, he explained and crawled on the sheets up to give you a kiss. Then he joked: “You, little Lady, radiate heat like an oven.”

“And you are just as cold as an icicle”, you laughed and put your arms on his shoulders. With a big smile on your face you glared down at the tent that built up in his pants. There was a rock hard icicle, but not actually a cold one.

Of course, Finn couldn’t not provoke you further. Just like the mean boyfriend he was he pushed his erection right against your thigh, which causes you to moan. With purring voice he groaned: “Am I really so cold?”

You shook your head and giggled. “No, but… the real question is… how can you still be so horny after last night. We had three rounds and you still want more?” It was more of a tease than an actual question. Since Finn asked you to be his girlfriend, you had plenty of sex, all the time and everywhere.  

“Yes, I want more”, Finn admitted and bowed down so he could kiss your neck. The kiss turned into a bite and then he started sucking on your soft skin. All the sudden he whispered in your ear: “I still have something to prove.”

You knew what he was talking about, nevertheless you asked: “Still?” This topic caught your concern. Once- when you were just friends with Finn and not his girlfriend- you said, you thought he was gay and he took it a little too serious. Back then it didn’t even crossed your mind, that this might hurt Finn and you only got the idea, because you never saw him flirting with other girls like his friends did. He was friendlier than other guys, you had known. Finn was sweet and caring and never tried to do something inappropriate when you were around. He didn’t even laugh, when his friends told stories about their sex life. Later you had learned that Finn was just completely love-struck with you and he was so afraid to mess things up, that he became stiff and shy.

“It was only a joke”, you added and guided his head with your hand in your direction, so he would have to look you in the eyes. Then you purposed your next question. You sounded more severe than before. “Is being gay a problem for you?”

“No”, he vowed with a stern look in his eyes: “Of course not. Isaiah is one of my best friends and he is fucking everything he can. I don’t have a problem with him and he has had several guys.” His index finger caressed your cheek.

You were silent and kept staring at him. Why was he so eager about this? This topic was over and done… months ago. Why did he have to bring this up again? It was not like you hadn’t apologized for the misunderstanding right when it happened. Would you have to do this every time you would sleep with him again? Your teeth were grinding while you waited for him to say something else.

“Babe”, Finn said under his breath: “I just want you to know, that I’m just interested in women… actually it’s just one woman.” Now, he was going in the right direction.

Before he would speak further, he lay down next to you and smiled at you. “Yeah, she is really beautiful”, he explained: “Honestly, she has the perfect body and a magnifying soul and a joyful laughter… I could hear this all day. Her laughter brings me so much joy.”

While he whispered these sweet words, his fingers had their own mission, to drive you insane. You felt his touch, even though the fabric of your nightgown was parting you from him. His declaration to your beauty made you smile. The whole fight- well you wouldn’t call it a fight- was silly. Both of you were crazy for each other and this misunderstanding was long gone. It was just his usual tease. You shouldn’t have taken this so serious. After all, Finn was joking all the time. So, why not about this as well? Now you bid your lip not to hide your excitement, but because you felt a little guilt for nearly ruining this perfect moment.

“Yeah, I love her… I mean… I love you”, he confessed. First he sounded dreamy, like he wasn’t saying this intentional, but after he corrected himself, you knew this was not an accident. It took a while for you to process, but then it hit you. Finn just declared his love for you.

All at once you started laughing, pulling him closer for a kiss and purred against his lips. Your hands ruffled through his hair. Slowly you opened your mouth and brushed your tongue against his lower lip to beg for entrance. He moaned into the kiss.

Suddenly he pulled away and asked: “May I take this as a yes?”

You nodded in agreement, before bursting out into laughter and hiding your mouth behind your hands.

tagging: @bonniesgoldengirl​ @justalonelyslytherin​

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

Family

This isn't sad, I promise.

Early morning was always so peaceful. The blanket of fog that draped over your yard was so calming. Early morning was when every animal, every form of life began its day, including your small family.

“My, My, Y/N, you’ve taken to motherhood so beautifully, I feel useless for the first time” Sitting down on the engawa Shinobu placed a quilt on the ground in front of you. You smiled at her, placing the bundle in your arms carefully on the grey and black fabric.

“Thank you, It’s only been two days but you and Amane have both been so helpful. The letters she sends have been such a wonderful help. I’m excited for Kyojuro to get home.” She nodded, looking down at your daughter, her rosy cheeks poking out of the blanket you had her swaddled in.

“I wrote to him as soon as you went into labor, so he knows. Hopefully he arrives home soon, we haven’t heard much.”

“Yes, I know, the last time he wrote was a couple days ago so I do hope he arrives soon. I was hoping Hinata would wait but she was ready to say hi. Huh my beautiful girl?” You smiled at your baby, her big yellow eyes that mimicked her fathers stared up at you, taking in the world she had waited so long to see. The fog had begun its ascent as the three of you sat outside, the calm and cool morning air was a blessing to enjoy with your baby, another beautiful day was beginning.

“Senjuro will be here soon won’t he?” Shinobu shifted next to you, moving to get up. “He is here everyday, such excitement in a young boy, he’s a good brother” You chuckled at the thought. The religious visits from your brother in law were a joy, watching him cuddle and love his Niece. He was one of the few people you trusted to keep an eye on her while you used the restroom or made yourself some tea.

“He is a very good young man, just like Kyojuro. I feel lucky to have both of them.” Shinobu stood, stretching the last of the exhaustion out of her body.

“Have you eaten yet?” You shook your head, not looking up. “Go eat, there is fresh fruit from Tengen in there if you don’t want anything heavy, but you need to keep your strength up. It's only been two days since she was born, it takes a lot out of your body. I shall sit with her” You looked up, nodding in understanding. Creating life and bringing it into the world was by no means easy. It was soul wrenching, hot, unsettling, so painful. You felt so happy though, to have such helpful and dedicated friends who made it as smooth as it could have been. No complications, no accidents, it was all you could ask for. Well, maybe not all.

“Yes, That should be good. Sitting here all day waiting for him may drive me crazy” You laughed, getting up so Shinobu can take your seat.

You arrived back at the engawa not long after you left, deciding just to snack on the cherries and pears you had received from Tengen days ago. A gift for ‘good luck’ he mentioned, chuckling as he went on his way. Shinobu had moved from where she sat, walking around the yard as she cooed and whispered to your bundle of love. Her purple bangs were falling into Hinata’s face, a great toy for small curious hands as they walked.

“You will be bald before the sun is at its peak!” Shinobu looked up, a soft smile on her lips as she walked up to you, prying the small fingers from her hair.

“You might be right, she definitely is a strong little girl” You sat on the edge of the engawa, legs hanging off the side as you leaned to see your daughter. The wisps of blonde hair that lined her head were out of sorts, a mess, just like her fathers usually was. The yellow and pink blanket you had her swaddled in was slipping as she moved around in it, revealing more of her white onesie and her arms. She opened and closed her mouth, small gurgles coming from her as she reached out absently.

“I can’t get tired of looking at her, she brings me such joy. So beautiful, so perfect” You cooed, taking the bundle from Shinobu and laying her on your shoulder, rocking her back and forth. “She’s so warm too, so much like Kyojuro, He will be so ex-” Your sentence was cut short as the front gate creaked open, Senjuro poking his head in and smiling.

“Sis! You’ll never guess who I met on my way over!” He stepped inside your yard, opening the door more for the person with him. Kyojuro came in behind him, a Kakushi assisting him inside as he limped further into the yard. A large grin appeared on his paler face, cheeks darkening as he met your eyes.

“Sunflower” He breathed, trying to step forward, a hobble in his step. As you looked over him you noticed why he seemed to struggle. His arm that rested on his bandaged stomach, the bruises that lined it. He looked tired, thoroughly worn out from whatever it was that he had faced. His hair had been tied back, out of his face and the bandage that covered his left eye. Shinobu immediately ran over, assisting Kyojuro to waddle over the engawa, pained breaths escaping him with every step. He groaned as they helped him sit next to you, Senjuro taking his small amount of items from him and running them into the estate. “Hello” His smile didn’t leave his face as he turned to you, taking in the sight before him. The closer look you had at him made you want to cry. The dried blood that was peeking out from his bandaged eye, his bloodied and bruised knuckles as he moved to push your hair out of your face, his hand hovering over the bundle on your shoulder. You noticed, moving her so she laid in your arms, curious eyes meeting with Kyojuros as she also looked him over.

“Hinata” Was all you managed, watching as she reached out for her father, the unspoken bond between parents and their children already forming between them. He sucked in a breath, leaning closer to her.

“Hello sunshine, my pretty girl. I’m sorry I'm late, daddy was busy but now I'm here. I’m all yours now” he looked up, winking before he turned back to her wiggly body.

“Do you want to hold her?” He sat up straight, wincing.

“I don’t know if i can” He looked over at Shinobu and The kakushi who had moved to the side, talking about Kyojuros mission and condition.

“I’ll help” You stood, moving to stand in front of him. “Remember, support her head, and her butt, she's still getting that strength” You repeated the things Shinobu had told you as he hesitantly held out his hands, staring at her while you carefully placed her in them, hands hovering below.

“She’s so small, she looks like you” He looked up, tears forming in his eyes “She's perfect, i’m sorry i wasn’t here. When I got the letter, I-” He choked, looking back down as the cooing bundle. “I was so upset, but she is perfect. You did beautifully, look at her. So warm and perfect” He repeated it, chanting it to himself as he continued to look down at her.

“Y/N says she looks like you, she wants her to have your hair” Senjuro piped up from beside you, scaring you as you instinctively stepped back. “Her farts are gross though” He sat down next to his brother, wiggling his fingers in her face and making kissy noises. Kyojuro laughed, watching his brother enjoy his time with his daughter. Senjuro held his hands out, a silent question to hold her.

“I will allow it this once because I just got home and lack the proper strength, be calm Senjuro '' He chided, hands carefully moving her into Senjuro arms as the younger Rengoku cuddled her close to him. Kyojuro turned back to you, hands taking yours in his own.

“She’s beautiful, have you been well? Please sit with me” he pulled on your hands, moving you to sit on the other side of him.

“Shinobu has been taking very good care of me and Hinata. Between her, Senjuro, and Amanes letters I think we're being spoiled rotten” You smiled, pulling your hand out of his to cup his cheek, thumb running over the bandage on his face. “Are you okay? Maybe you should go rest for a bit, Visit Hinata more when you wash up and rest”

“I am better than before, knowing you are both doing so well. She is more than I could have hoped for, you both are, my two perfect people. My beautiful family.” He leaned into the palm of your hand, eyes fluttering shut as he took a deep breath. “I love coming home, but now I'm afraid I may never leave you two.” he chuckled, opening his eyes and turning to place a kiss on your palm.

“My flame, That's all I could ask for. Plus, I think Senjuro may try to steal her from us” He smiled again, nodding.