#Cinema I’d Wear

[moonstruckme]

Hey I don’t know if you’re taking requests but if not just ignore this :) but if so could you write a poly!emt marauders fic where readers sick or something’s wrong but she doesn’t tell them or anyone until she gets semi seriously hurt

FYI your fics are literally my favorites they are so good I’ve been binging all your marauders fics <33

Thank you gorgeous!

cw: fainting, nausea, mention of skipping a meal

(also note: I used celsius because they’re british, but for my american homies 39.5 is just over 103 degrees fahrenheit)

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.5k words

Your day has been hazy. You knew you were off before you even left the house, the lazy sluggishness of sleep not wearing off the way it normally does, but you couldn’t afford to pay it any mind. Your work had gotten done slower than usual, frustrating for all the effort you put into it. The thought of lunch made your stomach churn, so you had mint tea during your break instead. The joints in your fingers ached from typing. Even now, sitting on the barstool at your kitchen counter while you try and finish up an assignment that really should have been done hours ago, your back seems stiffer than usual. Your bones hurt. 

“That’s far too much onion,” Sirius comments from the stool beside you, leaning across the counter to scrutinize James and Remus’ work in the kitchen. 

Remus pauses in dumping a cutting board full of chopped onion into the pan on the stove. You see him look at James in your periphery, and even without paying proper attention you know something passes between them. James takes the cutting board from Remus, scraping the remainder of the onion in with a knife. 

“Overruled,” he decrees. 

Sirius scoffs, leaning back and crossing his arms. “Have fun kissing me tonight.” 

“I’d think if we’re all eating it, we’ll be on fairly equal footing in that regard,” Remus points out. 

“Yes, equally foul-smelling. So romantic.” 

“Angel,” James says as he starts slicing up bell peppers, “do you plan on working on that all night?” 

“Almost done,” you murmur, trying to ignore how nauseous the smell of all the food makes you. You squint into the brightness of your laptop, typing as quick as you can think. Which is to say, not impressively fast. 

It’s your boyfriends’ day off, and they’ve decided to celebrate the rare occurrence of none of them being scheduled to work by going to the cinema. James and Remus are making dinner first, but the film’s in just under two hours. You know you’re sacrificing some time with them now, but it’s only so you can enjoy the main event later. Plus, if you stop working, you’re not sure you’ll be able to pick up the momentum to start again. You have a creeping sense that at the first opportunity for rest, you’ll lie down and never get up. 

James says something encouraging, and then the conversation goes on without you. You lock into your laptop screen, fingers pressing down upon the keyboard like an extension of your brain, and gradually the sensation of being outside of yourself, your body moving on autopilot while your mind simply fuzzes over, envelops you. Slowly, the world just…slips. 

An odd sound leaves Sirius as he lunges for you, like an alarm that went off without him telling it to. He catches you but not quite, one hand wrapping around your arm and the other fisting in the material of your shirt, stopping you from tipping over only temporarily. James runs from behind the counter to help. Accompanied by a steady stream of curses from both of his boyfriends, he eases you out of your stool and onto the floor. You’re already coming to. 

“Is she okay?” Remus asks from the kitchen, and Sirius hears the sound of the stove flicking off. 

“She’s hot,” James says, one hand cushioning your head from the floor while the other feels about your face and neck. 

The quip comes to Sirius naturally—as usual—but he’s in no mood to deliver it. Though he trusts James’ assessment, he touches the backs of his fingers to your forehead anyway, hissing at the heat that meets them. It’s a wonder he didn’t feel it emanating from you in the barstool next to him. 

“Angel,” James’ voice is a coo, gentleness coming naturally to him whereas Sirius’ panic feels hot and dangerous beneath his skin, “do you feel alright?” 

You hum, though it sounds more like a grunt. “Mhm.” 

Sirius almost laughs. “Come on,” he says, “be straight with us.” He works two fingers into your wrist to get your pulse, rubbing his free hand up your arm cajolingly. “You did just pass out, so we know you’re not fine.” 

Remus sets a hand on Sirius’ back as he lowers himself to the ground by your legs. A support for them both. 

“I…” You blink for a couple of seconds, and they wait, knowing you’re probably still out of it. “I guess I feel a little sick.” 

James cracks a smile, though it’s tinged with worry. “A little?” he asks, smoothing down the baby hairs at your temple. “You’ve got a horrid fever.” 

You sigh. “I figured.” 

“You figured?” Sirius is aghast. He suddenly has a very clear picture of how your day has gone, and it unnerves him. “How long have you been feeling like this?” 

You look wary, and Remus’ hand runs the length of Sirius’ back quickly as he stands. “Alright, let’s move you somewhere more comfortable, yeah dovey?” 

You relax a bit at the affection in his tone, and Sirius feels bad about ever making you miss it. This is something he’s never been able to quell about himself. His love almost always manifests roughly. For the most part, you all know how to interpret it, but when you’re vulnerable like this and he can feel you feeling the gnashing teeth of his worry, Sirius wishes he were gentler. 

James won’t let you walk yourself the short distance to the couch, lifting you in a bridal carry and setting you down with such carefulness it makes Sirius’ chest ache. Remus goes to get the thermometer. Sirius steals the spot beside your head selfishly. Thankfully, there’s no lingering timidity in your gaze as he combs his fingers through your hair, pushing it away from your ear and trailing his touch down your neck. 

“You’ve been feeling unwell for a while,” he says, softer this time, “haven’t you.” 

You look more guilty than anything, eyes going big and doe-like. “Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you say?” James asks, lifting your legs so he can scooch underneath. He rubs the skin above your knees fondly, a small furrow between his brows. 

“I just,” you sigh as though disappointed, “wasn’t ready.” 

“Wasn’t ready for what?” 

“To be sick.” 

The scratchy, delightful sound of Remus’ laugh comes into the room with him. “Well that’s silly,” he says, reaching over Sirius to settle the thermometer in your ear. “It doesn’t seem to be waiting on you, does it?” 

“Guess not,” you mutter. Sirius strokes your jaw with his thumb. 

When the thermometer goes off, both he and James lean in to see, but Remus forsakes them, bringing it up near his face where he can read it. He hums. 

“What is it?” James asks. 

“Thirty nine point five.” 

They all frown. Sirius touches your forehead again, just to be sure. Unfortunately, it seems accurate. 

“What are your symptoms, sweetheart?” Remus asks you, settling on the floor beside Sirius with his knees bent in front of him. “Does anything hurt?” 

“I feel sick—like nauseous, and sort of achey.” A little notch appears between your brows, and Sirius has the impression that you’re finally letting yourself acknowledge your own misery. His gut twists with sympathy. “My stomach is starting to hurt, but I’m not sure if that’s just because I skipped lunch.” 

None of your boyfriends even have to say anything. You look abashed enough by their expressions. 

“I wasn’t feeling well,” you say in a small voice. 

James breaks easily, taking your hand and bringing it to his mouth for a firm kiss. “Can’t believe you went all day feeling this poorly and didn’t say anything,” he chides lovingly. “What did you think was going to happen, hm?” 

“I know, I’m sorry.” Your gaze flitters about the room, landing on Sirius’ eyes for a fraction of a second before it’s dropping shyly to the couch cushion. “It was dumb.” 

“So long as you know,” Remus agrees with a brief eye-roll. “It sounds like the stomach flu, so at least it should be better in a couple of days, but there’s not much to do other than rest.” 

Your face pinches unhappily. “I’m sorry for messing up your big night too,” you say, and you look like you’d curl up in misery if James weren’t currently using your legs as a blanket. Sirius’ heart gives a little throb. 

“Don’t be,” James says. “We’re still with you, aren’t we? And if we get sick, too, that’s just more days off!”

It’s clearly a joke, but you look extra guilty anyways. Your features tighten in a slight wince. Sirius works a hand between your face and the couch cushion, leaning forward to kiss the space between your brows. 

“Don’t worry about it, darling,” he says. “Better when we can be with you than when we’re busy helping some other poor sap, yeah?”

[mommyownsmee]

I thought about teasing you all day.. while you‘re wearing a vibro egg or a dildo inside of you. It would be a nice day at home or we go out together, to a restaurant or shopping or cinema. And then when we come home.. I‘d tease you more, while we cook together and eat or watch a movie. I‘d watch you squirm beside me and enjoy the sight of you. Still I’d tease tf out of you with slight touches and kisses on your throat and playing with your hair.. and then, just when you start grinding onto me and begging for me to do something about your almost hurting pussy.. then I‘ll make you say what you want and plead me to do it. But I‘d not do it right away. I‘d kiss and lick every inch of your body. I‘d not touch your pussy until your begging almost becomes sweet little cries. Then I‘ll take the egg out of you or fuck you slowly with the dildo. I’d fuck you so slow and tease you about how much you want me to go faster and harder and how much you want me to finally give you the release you need. I‘d slightly laugh about how desperate you are. Not being able to cum from me being gentle, because you‘re so used to being fucked like the whore you are for me. Not even being able to come close to your orgasm from how soft my touches and kisses are on your skin.. oh baby, do you really think I‘d give it to you so easily? Beg me a bit harder. Beg a bit more. You can do better and I know it. You‘re such a good whore for mommy. Come on, if you give mommy what she wants.. then mommy will give you what you want.

If you‘re lucky.

Otherwise I‘ll just enjoy the whining and senseless mumbled words that come out of your pretty mouth and continue to use you as my fucktoy to get off on.

[dira333]

Wild Dreams - Sero Hanta x Soulmate Reader

For my Follower Celebration - requested by @fuzztacular

and before anyone asks: Denki's soulmate is blind as a bat without her glasses and mistook him for a friend

“Hey, sexy lady.” 

You look up from the breakfast you’ve been preparing. 

Hanta’s standing in the doorway, exhaustion pulling on the bags under his eyes. He’s still in his Hero Costume, looking almost as dashing as when he left yesterday evening.

You, on the other hand, are wearing one of his shirts that you pretended to throw out months ago and threadbare pajama shirts, your hair hasn’t seen a brush and you’re pretty sure you forgot to take off your make up last night.

But that’s Hanta for you. Flirting with you even when he’s falling asleep standing up.

“Hey yourself.” You wave your spatula at him. “Do you want to have breakfast with me?”

“I want to sleep with you. In our bed. Just… eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. Could we do that?”

You laugh. “You can, but I will be off to work in an hour.”

He takes two steps and drapes himself over your shoulders. “Please?” He whines. “The bed isn’t the same without you.”

“Five minutes.” You agree easily. “Go wash up.”

“YAY!” He presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek and dances out of the kitchen while you finish your breakfast.

You’re not surprised to find him fast asleep by the time you step into your bedroom. 

He’s curled into himself, leaving just enough space for you to slip in between his arms. 

You close your eyes, trusting your phone alarm to wake you up - and allow yourself to slip dream…

-

Years before

“This sucks.” Hanta mutters and pops another handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“What sucks?” Denki’s been fiddlling with his phone, his Nachos precarily balanced on his drink.

“Soulmates.”

“Oh, that again?”

“Yes, that again! I can’t believe I’m the only one in our class who doesn’t have a soulmate.”

“You don’t know that.” Denki repeats his mantra for the hundredth time. “You just don’t have any visible clues.”

“Even Mineta has a Soulmate! He might not have found it yet, but how cool is that? Only being able to see colours when you meet them? That way you know for sure who it is.”

“You could have the same type as Todoroki. Your soulmate is just ultracareful that’s why you haven’t felt any pain yet.”

“Nah.” Hanta shakes his head. “I told you, I don’t have a soulmate. Just accept it and feel lucky about your own.”

Denki levels him with a glare. Right at the collar of his shirt sits his soulmark, four words written out in scraggly handwriting, spelling “What’s up, Dumbass?”

“You shouldn’t give up that easily,” a voice behind him says and Hanta turns, surprised to see the prettiest girl he’s probably ever met.

“I…” He starts, mouth dry, words dying on his tongue.

“Couldn’t help but overhear.” You stick out your tongue as you smile. “But you could be a dreamsharer? Everyone in my family is one.”

“That can’t be.” Hanta shakes his head. “My dreams haven’t changed at all ever since I remember.”

“What a shame.” You put one hand on his arm as you speak and his mouth runs dry again.

“What are your dreams like, then?”

Hanta looks over at Denki who’s eyes are as big as saucers now, urging him to keep talking. 

“I, uh… they’re pretty active? Like there’s this new anime that I started watching lately and I keep dreaming that I’m in it.”

You laugh. “Don’t tell me it’s Haikyuu. I keep thinking that I’d make such a great Libero but I keep dreaming of myself as the Ace.”

“You watch that too? That’s funny, it’s the other way around for me! I think the Ace’s are the coolest, especially Asahi or Iwaizumi, but I always dream of myself as the Libero.”

Your smile grows. 

“What a coincidence.” You draw the words out and flick your eyes to the front where the doors to the cinema hall open. 

“I think you should give me your number.” You say, words coming out so smooth Hanta thinks he’s misheard you. “Just in case we dream of each other tonight. You never know.”

-

When your alarm goes off, Hanta is dreaming of swinging from building to building, the night sky clear and full of stars above him.

You don’t feel bad to leave him to his own dreams when they’re as nice as today, even less when you know that this has been the last night shift for a while.

My Kofi if you want to tip me

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 26 - Lipstick & Photography]

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader

Kinks: Switching, red lipstick, kissing, body worship, nippleplay, erotic photography, praise, tears, finger sucking, sexy possessiveness, marking, tattoos & piercings, black leather jackets, rough & passionate sex on the sofa, she rides him, overstimulation (m.receiving), creampie, squirting, the aftercare :(, the sexual tension in this is making me weak, also Jungkook is wet from being in the rain because that deserves a warning

Wordcount: 6.6k

a/n: i want him, need him, crave him. i also wanna state that this story controlled me, i will not apologize for the utter feralness however. enjoy besties ❤

“Kiss me.”

You are on your way home after a date at the cinema. The sky is crying cold rain and the small bus stop barely shields your bodies. The sun has set a long time ago, the wet streets reflect the millions of city lights. Red, greens, whites, oranges and blues. The most beautiful paintings are engraved on the streets, destined to disappear once the world dries up again. 

“Kiss me”, Jungkook whispers, eyes glued to your lips and hands on your waist. He is standing by your side, resting his forehead against your temple.

You ignore him not because you want to, but because you feel way too shy to initiate his request. You are never that touchy in public.

“Please kiss me”, he begs, drawing closer until his lips brush against your cheek. They feel warm on your cold skin, forcing a shiver to run down your spine.

“The bus’s coming in two minutes”, you tell him.

“So kiss me in that time”, he says, pulling you closer by twisting a bundle of your coat.

You are so affected by him. If you weren’t still in public, you would have already given in. You have no idea why exactly he was as clingy as he was right now, but you won’t question him. You are so obsessed when he is like this.

“Let’s wait a little”, you say.

“How long?” Jungkook breathes, gazing at your lips. You are wearing red lipstick tonight and it’s been driving him insane. You look so beautiful with red lips.

“Until we’re home.”

“But that’s in twenty minutes.”

“You can do it.”

“No, I can’t.”

You turn your head.

He chases you instantly, eyes half-lidded and lips parted.

You move closer.

Jungkook moans softly, eyes falling closed.

“The bus’s here”, you whisper, breaking away.

Jungkook feels weak, barely getting on the bus.

There were no seats empty so you end up standing by the doors. Jungkook holds the pole above his head while you find your support by holding his waist. The people around you feel miniscule now that you are so close to each other, eyes locked with each other and lips almost touching. The bus begins moving, Jungkook barely sways, keeping you safe. The bus is quiet as people are either too tired to talk, listening to music or alone. Jungkook’s eyes race between yours, the colour of his skin changes with the city lights outside. Red, green, orange, pink, blue. He looks good in every single shade.

The bus stops, the people ebb and flow beside you. Jungkook and you need to draw closer as more people ended up on the bus than left.

Like this your noses are almost touching. Jungkook’s eyes lower, his fingers tighten around the pole. He could kiss you. You are so fucking close that you couldn’t even escape if he tried to. He could get a taste of you, feel your soft lips tremble as you lose yourself in his kiss. He would just have to tilt his head.

The bus stops again. People come and go. The density stops, but you don’t draw back. Jungkook twists his hands on the poles back and forth, arms tensing as he holds both of you when the bus drives off again. Your eyes are racing between his’, your fingers squeeze his waist.

Jungkook leans in not to kiss you but to whisper against your ear.

“I wanna do the worst things to you”, he rasps, making sure to brush his lips against the shell of your ear.

You shiver, twisting the fabric of his coat.

“If we were alone, I’d already be kissing you until you’re dizzy”, he continues.

The bus stops again. People pass you as they leave and come. You lift your head, making your noses brush against each other.

Jungkook is carrying a nonchalant expression to other people, but to you it is soaked in a desire. Eyes darkened and lips glistening in temptation. You want him and he wants you, it is so obvious to you and him.

The bus drives off. You hold onto Jungkook tightly, using the moment to press yourself closer. Jungkook purrs softly, lips curling into a cocky smirk.

“It’s okay, hold onto me”, he whispers, tensing his arms to the point where the black leather of his jacket is stretching around his big arms.

Two more stops and then you can finally leave. Two more stops. It sounds like too much. And it is. You want him. Want him like lungs want air and plants want water.

The bus stops. A group of teens enters the bus, placing themselves around you and making you and him draw even closer together. Jungkook lets go of the pole with his left hand, wrapping his arm around your waist instead to press you against him. His fingers are gripping your side strongly, massaging you now that bodies shield you from the rest of the bus.

You are thankful for his strong grip because without it, you probably would have already fainted. He is way too sexy right now. What did you do to get him into such a state?

“The other people”, you whisper.

“What about them?” he retorts.

“Your hand.”

He squeezes your waist, sending heat straight to your pussy with it.

“I’m just making sure that you don’t fall”, he answers you nonchalantly.

“Fuck”, you press out, looking to the side because you can’t bear his eye contact anymore.

“Don’t”, he rasps, stubbing you with his nose.

“What?” you turn, almost touching lips.

He gazes at them then locks eyes with you. His pupils are dilated.

“Don’t look away.”

Holy fuck, you want him.

Jungkook squeezes your waist.

You gulp, looking at his lips.

The bus stops.

“It’s our stop”, you croak out and press yourself past him to leave the bus.

Jungkook leaves a little after you, stumbling because he had to fight his way outside.

You are walking just a few steps down the sidewalk, arms wrapped around your body and head lowered because of the rain.

“Baby”, Jungkook calls out and jogs after you.

You stop and turn.

His hair is already soaked, the rain is running down his face.

Jungkook arrives by your side, holding his hand over your head to shield you from the rain.

“Why did you run?” he asks.

“I didn’t. You’re messing with me.”

“I’m messing with you?”

Your eyes flit to his lips.

Jungkook’s eyes flit to your lips.

He steps closer, hopeful and naïve.

“Yeah”, you say, leaving him hanging by turning around and walking off.

“Fuck baby”, Jungkook laughs, chasing you. He wraps his fingers around your wrist, but doesn’t tug, “why are you playing so hard to get?”

“It’s raining.”

“Yeah, it’s not like you’re not already wet.”

You stop in shock, whipping around and almost making Jungkook collide with you. He draws closer, sneaking his hand to your lower back. Your hips touch.

There is a streetlamp above your heads. It soaks his skin in deep oranges and makes the water in his hair appear like a fiery sundown.

“Admit it”, he says, “your clothes aren’t the only thing soaked.”

He isn’t wrong.

“You’re fucking ridiculous”, you throw back.

Jungkook smirks, tilting his head to get to you better.

“Kiss me”, he breathes.

“Keep dreaming.”

“Kiss me please.”

“The rain’s getting worse.”

“I fucking want you.”

“We need to get home.”

“You drive me insane.”

You moan as he tugs you close.

Jungkook growls and claims your lips.

“Fuck.”

His lips are hot, the rain is cold. His body is burning up, your clothes feel ice cold. His hands knead your hips, while yours twist his soaked hair.

You should get out of this rain. You’ll catch a cold if you don’t. The weather’s too bad.

You pull him closer. Jungkook cups the nape of your neck.

People can see you. There is a group of people watching you out of a convenience store window. You should get out of this rain.

Your tongues tangle with each other. Your senses are blurry except for how it feels to kiss.

You should get out of this rain.

You step closer, pulling him down to you. He stumbles, arms wrapping around your middle to press you into him. You stumble, back arching. He chases you, holds you against him, kisses you passionately.

You should really get out of this fucking rain. The traffic has stopped next to you. Red light. People are staring. The windows of their cars are tinted, but their looks burn right through you.

“We should get outta this rain”, you tell him.

“You’re breaking my heart”, he rasps, gripping you desperately.

“You’ll survive.”

“Barely.”

“Go. It’s not that far.”

Your apartment is just down the block and up a small incline. The pathway is dark, but Jungkook is here to protect you. You realised that bad people don’t dare to come close to you when you are out with him at night. Dark hair, leather jacket and tattoos on his sculpted arms. He is keeping the bad away from you, giving it to you so fucking bad later in return.

He swears that much as he watches you unlock your apartment, eyes focused on the smudged lipstick on your lips. It got all messy when he kissed you, now covering parts of your chin and cheeks as well.

“Fuck, hurry up”, he stresses you, drawing closer by connecting his lips with your neck. They leave smudged lipstick stains all over your skin, but more than stains, they leave you with an unbearable ache between your legs. Jungkook sucks on your favourite spot, breaking away with a moan to whisper against your ear, “need you so bad, baby.”

“Fucking hell, Kook”, you get out and finally manage to open the door.

You stumble inside, Jungkook follows. He grabs your shoulders and twirls you, pressing you against the door.

“Thank fucking finally”, he says, leaning in to kiss you like he has never kissed you before.

“Kook”, you moan, falling into the sensation with all you have to offer. Thank fucking finally indeed. Holding back was almost impossible. You wrap your leg around his waist, Jungkook rocks his hips into you as if he was already making the roughest love to you. The lipstick smudges more and more. The floor is covered in rainwater continuously dripping from your bodies.

You should get a mop. Get out those shoes. Take off your wet clothes. You’ll catch a cold.

You pull him closer, taking his lip piercing between your teeth to tug on it roughly.

“Fuck baby”, Jungkook growls, knees buckling from the sensation.

You let go of it with a throaty giggle, claiming his lips in a sloppy kiss. Jungkook thrusts into you harshly, shaking the door and forcing a trembling moan out of you. He thrusts again, clothed boner rubbing right against your clothed clit. He is angry fucking you. You know that he is. He doesn’t even need to be inside you to let you know how deeply affected the attention to his piercing left him.

You break away, keeping him close with your hand tightly around a bundle of his black hair.

“Take your fucking clothes off and fuck me properly”, you rasp.

Jungkook growls, grinding his cock into your pussy.

“You drive me insane, fucking insane”, he rasps.

“Do it now. I hate waiting.”

“Fuck.”

Jungkook steps back and rips the jacket off his body, exposing the drenched turtleneck to your eyes. His nipples are rockhard under the material, his waist looks so small while his tits look so huge. His lower face is covered in your lipstick stains, his wet hair is hanging into his face in messy strands.

“You’re so fucking hot”, you tell him and rip your own coat off your body, dropping it on the ruined floor.

Jungkook stares at your tits then your lips. The red lipstick is almost gone. He wonders how ruined his face looks.

Next shoes. Heavy boots and big sneakers. They get discarded on the rug.

You step closer and push at his chest.

“Walk.”

“Where to?”

“Living room.”

The pants leave your bodies in the kitchen. Your shirts follow in the hallway to the living room. You stumble into the room lost in a kiss, hot bodies pressed against each other and lips busy with a desperate kiss. You lead the way, then Jungkook does, then you again. The TV almost gets knocked down, Jungkook catches it before it can happen, pulling you close to him as you squeal in surprise.

“Fuck, that was close”, he says, giving you a cute look, “sorry.”

“It’s fine, nothing happened”, you assure him.

“True”, he agrees and pulls you back into a kiss.

He wants to pull you on top of his lap as he falls on the couch. You stop him by pulling him back up by his briefs, breaking the kiss. Jungkook moans from the pressure on his balls, gripping your shoulders strongly.

“Take your boxers off. I’m not getting my couch wet”, you tell him.

“I’ll get it wet either way”, he throws back, knowing very well that you are aware what he means by that.

“You’re such a fucking-“, you stop, tugging his briefs down roughly.

“Shit, baby”, he gasps, hard cock springing free.

“Out. Now.”

“You’re so fucking hot.”

You wait for him until he stepped out of briefs, connecting your hand with his chest to push him onto the couch.

Jungkook falls with a moan, head slacking against the backrest and thighs spreading cockily. His hard cock slaps against his abs, filling your ears with the sound of it.

You take his cheeks between your fingers, placing your knee right between his thighs. Jungkook moans, eyes glued to your lips and hands gripping your hips.

“Do you finally wanna tell me why you’re acting the way you are?” you ask him.

“Your lipstick”, he says, drawing closer, “I wanna fucking eat you.”

“My lipstick?”

“I’ve got a thing for red lips, they drive me insane”, he says and licks his lips, “just look at my fucking cock. That’s how good you get me.”

You release his face, looking down at his cock.

“So hard.”

“So fucking hard.”

“Mhm”, you ruffle his wet hair, “stay here.”

“Where are you going?”

“Stay and don’t touch.”

You leave the living room without giving him a real answer.

“Fuck”, Jungkook presses out, gripping his own thighs as he lets his head fall back. He’s so fucking needy for you. Stripped and soaking wet. Lips throbbing from kissing and cock aching for a touch. He needs you to come back soon or else he’ll actually start fucking the pillows just to get some sort of relief.

You release him of his agony when you return to him five minutes later, dressed in a new set of panties but no bra and with fresh lipstick on your lips. You kept the smudged part. 

"Holy fuck", Jungkook chokes out, hands gripping his inner thighs, "you look so fucking sexy."

"I know", you say, walking to him with swaying hips. 

You claim the space atop his lap, making Jungkook straighten up just so he can be closer to you. 

"You drive me insane", he rasps, hands on your ass and eyes racing over your lips. 

"Mhhm", you hum, leaning down.

Jungkook thinks you'll kiss him but you end up tugging at his lip ring again, eliciting the throatiest moan from him. You release it, watching in delight as his lips pops back into shape. He licks them, eyes filled with yearning. 

"Who are you, Kookie?" you ask him.

"Fucking yours", he rasps. 

"Exactly, mine", you say, grabbing a bundle of his hair to tilt his head back. 

Jungkook allows it with his eyes falling closed, revealing his thick neck to your eyes. 

"My pretty boy", you rasp, connecting your red lips with his throat to mark it. His moan tickles your lips, motivating you to mark another part of his neck. From his throat all the way up to his ear. The kiss marks lose in opacity as the path continues.

Jungkook is panting, heart racing under your lips. His breath hitches when you take his ear piercing between your teeth to tug on it gently. 

"My sexy", you whisper, sending shivers down his spine. 

You sit back, keeping your unoccupied hand on his chest as you reapply the lipstick. Jungkook watches you, feeling short of breath. 

"You're so hot", he whispers, gasping when you finish with a smack of your lips. 

You give him a flirty smirk, lowering your lips to his chest. Jungkook inhales deeply, exhaling in a tremble. 

"You've got the best tits", you say, "so strong and muscular." 

You leave your lipstick marks everywhere but his nipples, riling him up to the point where he arches into your kiss. His skin prickles like crazy, his cock’s the hardest it has ever been. 

You lift yourself again, showing him your smudged lips. There is barely any lipstick left, now covering his chest instead.

You lift your lipstick, giving him a playful smile.

Jungkook eyes it, then your face, gulping heavily. 

You don’t place it against your lips, instead you connect it with his chest to frame his left nipple in a heart. 

"Oh god baby, I’m so fucking hard. Why are you so sexy?" he groans, nipple feeling hypersensitive even without getting it touched.

"I don’t know", you say in a smirk. 

You place the lipstick against his other pec, repeating the heart. Your artwork needs to be symmetrical, it looks prettier like that. 

"I'm going insane, seriously insane", he pants, cock throbbing against his stomach.

You finish off the heart with a flick, closing the lipstick again. You place your hands right under his framed nipples, massaging his muscles slowly. 

"You're so handsome", you praise, "your nipples are so pretty like this." 

Jungkook tries to sit up to kiss you, but you push him back down again. 

"Stay still, let me take a picture first", you say, pulling out your phone.

"Where did you even store that?" he asks, tensing his pecs for you.

"Up my ass", you joke, cracking him up. 

You chuckle, snapping the prettiest pictures of his marked chest and framed nipples. 

"Fuck, you’re so funny", he says, allowing you to roll his head to the side so you can snap a pic of his neck as well. He even tilts his head back, showing off his marks proudly. 

"You are seriously so pretty Kookie. How come you’re so pretty?" you coo, lowering your phone.

Jungkook turns his head to you, giving you a droopy smile. 

"You think so?" he asks 

"Yeah, you are", you say, "now hold this."

You hand him the lipstick. Jungkook holds it with shaking fingers. 

"Cover my lips", you say, puckering them just for him to use the lipstick on. 

Jungkook however covers his own lips, never once breaking eye contact. You watch his gesture hungrily.

"What are you doing?" you ask, eyes following his fingers as they close the lipstick. 

Jungkook cups your cheek and pulls you in for a passionate kiss. You chase him instantly, pussy dripping all over his thigh and fingers dimpling his tits. So that’s how he'll cover your lips. 

Fuck.

Jungkook breaks the kiss when you are both breathless, lips pulsating and eyes barely wanting to open. 

"Done", he rasps. 

“You’re so fucking sexy, holy fuck”, you growl, pulling him into another kiss. The kind which knocks the air out of his lungs and which turns his legs into puddy even while sitting down. He is trying to tug you closer to his cock as you kiss, whimpering and moaning desperately while his tattooed hands grope your ass needily. 

There is nothing better in the world than making out with you naked and wet from rain.

You break the kiss in need for air, releasing his lower lip from nibbling on it roughly. Jungkook is gasping for air, eyes barely staying open.

“Fuck”, he presses out, chasing you by rubbing his nose up and down your own.

“Yeah”, you agree, giving his cheeks a soft squeeze, “shit Kookie, I wanna eat you whole.”

You shimmy yourself down from his lap, connecting your lips with his upper tummy. You hold his waist for it, massaging it gently.

"Wanna eat you. Wanna nom on you", you chant between your kisses.

Jungkook sucks in air through his teeth, looking down at you with a racing heart. He knows exactly what that position means. You’ve been between his legs a hundred times before, licking and sucking his cock as if it was your only purpose.

“You’re the best, baby. The goddamn best”, he says.

“No. You are”, you throw back, outlining the ridges of his abs with hungry lips. He tastes so good, his skin feels so soft, “you’re so handsome. I love your stomach, love it so much.”

“Feels so good”, Jungkook sighs, closing his eyes and letting his head fall against the backrest. He parts his legs, skin tingling when you touch them with your left hand while your right continues holding his waist. He is so excited to get his cock sucked. So goddamn ready.

But it doesn’t come instantly. You kiss every inch of his stomach first, reapplying lipstick at least twice to make sure he knows you love him so much. Jungkook’s stomach is incredibly sensitive, so getting so much attention to it, left his cock dripping when it was finally time for you to take it in.

Jungkook moans, feeling your lips radiate warmth as they linger over his tip. He doesn’t dare to look down, loving the surprise of when you finally take him in.

“So pretty”, the words swirl against his cock, “you’re so handsome. I can’t get enough of you”, you add and move away.

Jungkook looks down, eyes burning in desperate tears.

You are buried in his left inner thigh, kissing and biting it lovingly.

“Fuck please”, he whispers under his breath, dropping his head back against the sofa cushion. He is so desperate. All he needs is for his cock to be touched. It hurts so much.

But it doesn’t come. Of course it doesn’t. First you cover every single inch of his muscular thighs with your lipstick marks and love bites. Jungkook swears he can’t decide if getting his stomach kissed was more torturous than getting his thighs kissed. Every inch of him feels so sensitive by now. Everything feels so good. Oh god, Jungkook feels like crying. It feels so good while his cock aches so much.

Your lips finally leave his thighs and yet his cock stays untouched.

“Please”, Jungkook begs, looking down at you with heavy eyes.

You look up from your phone, eyes looking oh so innocent and lips all smudged sexily.

“What?” you ask him, “I’m just taking some pictures. Your thighs are so sexy.”

“You’re such a tease”, he whines, head falling against the cushions in defeat.

“Why?”

He hears the camera click, cock throbbing in reaction. He loves being so exposed and naked for you and knowing that you are capturing his marked state for all eternity turns him on so much.

“Do you not like being my muse, mhm?” you ask him, moving the camera so you can capture his marked stomach.

Jungkook watches you with half-lidded eyes, tensing his abs for you. He wants to look his best on those pics. He wants you to get wet instantly whenever you look at them (you will).

“I love being your muse”, he says.

“Yeah? You’re the best muse. You’re so handsome, I don’t wanna stop taking pics of you”, you say and giggle so innocently that it almost sounds taunting to him.

“Fuck baby please hurry up”, he whines, giving you the biggest pout in the history of pouts.

You merely chuckle, “you’re cute.”

You drop back onto your knees, placing the phone aside for now to run your hands up and down your marked thighs. You make sure that every now and then your fingertips brush against his balls, resulting in Jungkook moaning each and every time.

“You’re my love”, you say, eyes burning in deep adoration, “my most handsome love.”

“Stop”, he whispers, lowering his eyes shyly.

“Why?” you laugh.

“Because…” he touches the side of his neck, “…just so.”

“You’re so cute”, you say, leaning in to kiss the most sensitive spot on his thigh.

He exhales shakily, heart fluttering not only from love but also from excitement. You are so close to his cock again.

“Please”, he tries with his voice barely audible.

“Mhhm, baby”, you mumble, biting him softly, “so yummy. You’ve got the juiciest thighs.”

“Babyyy”, he whines, squirming desperately, “please.”

“Please what?”

“Touch me…”

“But I am touching you.”

“More”, he whimpers, bucking his hips up.

“Cute”, you gush, gazing at his leaking cock, “your cock’s so wet.”

“Wanna be touched please” he begs, parting his legs.

“You’re seriously so cute. What the hell?” you gush, “why are you so cute, Kookie? Mhm?” you say, shaking his thighs as you gaze up at him.

Jungkook hides his face behind his hands, “please just…fucking touch me”, he whines, burning up in giddiness.

“Cute.”

You finally grip his cock, making him moan and fuck your fist like a madman. Rough thrusts, sloppy and desperate. You let him move for five hard strokes and then you slam his hips back into the sofa, knocking a desperate grunt out of him

“Stay still”, you order him, squeezing his cock painfully.

Jungkook whimpers, “fuck you’re so cruel”, he croaks, looking at you with pleading eyes. They widen just seconds later as he can watch you lower your lipstick to his cock, “what are you- ah baby? What? Hah.”

He tenses his thighs, gripping the edge of the couch. You are scribbling on his cock. It tickles so much. It’s heaven. He can’t see what you are creating, but the sensation is fucking amazing.

“There we go”, you say, admiring your work with a playful smirk, “you look like such a pretty boy now.”

“What did you do? I wanna see”, he begs, tensing his thighs desperately.

You replace the lipstick with your phone.

“Hold still”, you order, focusing right on his cock. You hold it between your fingers, showing your art piece to the camera.

“You’re so fucking hot”, Jungkook whines, wetting his cockhead with spurts of precum. It turns him on so much to be your pretty little model. He really hopes that his cock looks good on pictures (it does).

“Yes, that’s it. You’re so wet. It comes out great, baby. Such a wet, pretty cock”, you praise, snapping another picture with his precum running all through your artwork.

You lower your phone, gazing at the picture with big heart eyes.

“So pretty”, you whisper.

“Show me please”, he begs, squirming needily.

You flip the phone.

“No”, Jungkook croaks, eyes filling with desperate tears, “baby, you’re fucking killing me.”

You wrote MINE on his cock. It sticks to his skin in deep red letters, marking him as your pretty property.

“Do you like it? I think it fits you”, you taunt.

“Fuck me please. Please I’m fucking begging you, fuck me”, he pleads, voice trembling in desperation.

“But Kookie the lipstick’s gonna smudge”, you taunt, giving him a faux pout.

“I don’t care, please please fuck me. Please.”

“You’re such a delight”, you say, dropping your phone in order to take off your panties. You make yourself comfortable on top of his lap, running your hands along his sculpted arms and shoulders.

Jungkook touches your hips instantly, holding them strongly. His eyes are gazing up at you, his chest is heaving up and down quickly.

“I’m so hard”, he croaks.

“I know”, you whisper, wiping his tears, “don’t cry baby. I’ve got you.”

“I want you so much.”

“Me too.”

“You drive me insane.”

“I know.”

“Baby please.”

“Hush, I’ve got you remember?”

“Yeah…”

You position yourself over his cock, riling him up when this makes your juices drip right onto his burning tip. He whimpers, biting down on his lower lip in concentration. He shouldn’t beg anymore. it comes off as desperate. You wouldn’t mind, you love him desperate, but Jungkook is too competitive for that. 

You sink down, embracing him in your soaked pussy.

“Ah”, he lets out, closing his eyes.

“No”, you slip off of him again, forcing Jungkook to whimper, “open your eyes.”

He obeys, showing you his pleading eyes.

“Close them again and you can fuck your own fist tonight, understood?”

He nods his head.

“Say it.”

“Yes, understood.”

“Good”, you say, rewarding him by sinking down on him again.

Jungkook wants to make a sound but ends up blowing out air instead, eyelids fluttering and brows furrowing. It’s so difficult not to close his eyes. You’ve teased his cock for so long that the pussy you give him right now feels a hundred times more intense.

“Your cock’s the fucking best”, you say, bottoming out.

Jungkook whimpers, kicking the ground as he squirms underneath you. He tugs you closer easily, showing you just a quick glimpse of his true strength. He’s holding back for you, you know that he is. It turns you on so much. Your strong man, all puddy in your hands. You rock your hips slowly, caressing his shoulders while you get lost in his eyes.

“Isn’t that so much nicer when we can look at each other?” you taunt.

“It’s so hard”, he croaks, fluttering his lashes at you.

“I know, I know, but you’re a good boy aren’t you?”

“No”, he whimpers, “I’m a bad boy. Please can I close my eyes?” he begs.

“Uuuh….no”, you say, giving him no mercy as you begin bouncing on him.

Jungkook groans for as long as there is air in his lungs, looking at you with his eyes just slightly crossed. His fingers are dimpling your hips, his thighs are shaking. His lower face is all covered in smudged lipstick, the kiss marks on his neck and torso are starting to melt away from his burning up body.

“You look so fucking sexy baby”, you rasp, chasing the addicting electricity only his cock can send through your pussy, “don’t wanna have to miss out on those pretty eyes going all cross because of me.”

The position allows you to grind your clit against his pubic bone, adding just a whole other layer of pleasure to the ride. You speed up, chasing the friction and the girth of his cock. You must admit, you are just as desperate as Jungkook. Worshipping his body has reduced you to a sensitive mess. You can barely handle his cock, fighting your own urges to close your eyes.

“Please can I close my eyes?” he begs, spilling tears, “it’s so hard.”

“Fine. Good god, close your eyes”, you allow him, rolling your eyes.

“Thank you”, Jungkook closes them by rolling them back, arching his back afterwards, “ah! Holy fuck! Ah”, he moans loudly, hands slipping to your ass to squeeze it roughly. He’s falling and he doesn’t want to stop.

“That’s it. Moan for me, let me hear your slutty little voice”, you encourage him, writing your name to make sure that he remembers who fucks him like that. The lipstick mark may long be rubbed away from your ruthless fucking, but you will make sure that Jungkook remembers who owns that dick.

Jungkook moans louder, ending it with a disbelieved laugh and his body dropping back into the pillows. His thighs part, jiggling roughly each time you slam your ass down on him. His cock throbs, his balls feel like bursting.

“This feels so fucking good”, he laughs, arching his back again, “I feel fucking dizzy.”

“Yeah Kookie, feels like heaven. You’ve got the best dick. I’ve hit the jackpot.”

“Baby”, he croaks, opening his eyes just to spill his tears for you.

“Yeah I did Kookie baby. I’ve hit the motherfucking jackpot”, you taunt.

“Urgh gooood”, he groans, eyes rolling back and closing slowly.

“Tell me that I’m lucky”, you order him, squeezing his shoulders.

“What, what?” he barely brings out, eyes squeezed shut tightly.

You grab his chin, forcing him to look into your eyes. Jungkook gulps. you are so close all of a sudden, lips almost touching and breaths mixing.

“Tell me that I’m fucking lucky”, you whisper, hips stuttering on his cock.

“You’re…you’re lucky”, he stutters, body trembling.

You smirk, caressing his cheek with the back of your hand, “yeah I am. I’m the luckiest girl, Kookie baby.”

Jungkook finally understands what you wanted him to realise, eyes spilling tears of grateful pleasure.

“You’re lucky”, he squeaks out, gripping your hips bruisingly strong.

“Yeah I am. I’m so goddamn lucky”, you moan, smiling down at him with all the calm in the world while Jungkook feels like crumbling into a million pieces.

He sobs, “you’re fucking lucky!” he wails, throwing his head back, “I’m cumming”, he confesses and unable to wait for your permission, his body breaks under your aggressive bounces. He screams, voice bouncing off the walls and sounding like honey to your ears.

It wasn’t planned, but you still love it. Who knew that praise can get him that good.

“That’s it. That’s fucking it. Cum for me”, you encourage him, helping him ride out his high with angry rolls of your hips.

“Oh god, oh god, please slow”, he begs, shaking like crazy while it all feels like too much.

“No, take it. Take the fuck baby. You’re supposed to take it", you order, clenching around his squirting cock.

“Holy fuck! It’s so much”, he gets out and then sobs desperately, “please baby please.”

“Almost there, baby”, you say, pressing yourself close to him. Your clit is throbbing like crazy, your entire body aches from tensing it so much. Your thighs can barely keep up with your movements, begging for a break. But you can’t stop now, you have to overstimulate your handsome man while making yourself cum in the process.

“Hurts”, he croaks, “oh god please”, he begs, writhing underneath you. He fucking loves this just as much as he hates this.

“Look at me”, you order.

Jungkook can barely open his eyes, looking at you through a thick fog of complete ruin. You press your fingers against his lips. Jungkook opens up and lets you feed him two of them.

“Be quiet and take it”, you rasp, lulling your words.

He whimpers.

“Suck.”

He obeys, sucking on your fingers while spilling the hottest tears. His nose is all rosy and snotty, his wet hair is sticking to his face, his eyes are sparkling so much now that he is crying so much.

“There we go. See? It’s not that hard now, is it?”

He shakes his head, cock throbbing inside you. It burns so much, your every movement makes him want to pass out. It’s so good. He doesn’t want to stop even if his body screams at him to stop. He wraps his fingers around your wrist, squeezing it tightly, just so he can force your fingers deeper.

“Fuck baby, you’re gonna make me cum. You’re so sexy like this”, you growl, hips barely keeping up the rhythm.

Jungkook sucks harder, tensing his stomach just for you. He knows you’re getting off on his abs. It’s what’s been slowly driving insane too, next to all the other sexy shit you’re doing.

“Fuck, okay. I’m close”, you confess, eye contact faltering as your lids fight gravity, “Kookie baby.”

Jungkook slips off your fingers. They are covered in his lipstick and spit.

“Cum for me. Love that pussy when she cums”, he says, taking your fingers back inside to suck them off harshly.

“Shit. Baby”, you get out and then you fall into him as you fall into your high. The position is a little awkward as your fingers never truly leave his mouth and he ends up with you tugging down his jaw. Jungkook doesn’t mind, on the contrary, it’s so hot to get his mouth forced open by you as your pussy spasms around his cock. You whimper like crazy, shaking against his chest while your face is buried in his shoulder.

"Harder", you get out and Jungkook knows it's his time to act. He grabs your ass and broadens his stance to begin rutting up into your pussy. Going hard and rough.

“Aaah”, you wail, convulsing as he turns your orgasm from amazing to otherworldly.

Your fingers finally slip out of his mouth as you grab the edge of the backrest instead.

“You’re so sexy. So fucking sexy. Love that pussy. You’ve got the tightest pussy. Fuck, you’re cumming so hard”, he chants whatever comes into his mind, talking you through your high as his hips keep slamming into you. 

And even after that, he keeps on fucking you. He fucks you until he fulfilled his promise of getting your couch wet, telling you the dirtiest things while you feel like the weakest, sex dumbest woman ever existing. You may be the queen of pussy game but Jungkook plays that stroke game like no other.

When he finally slows down and your bodies both finally stop spasming, you can hear your heartbeat in your head and feel it in your pussy.

Jungkook drops you back onto his thighs from holding you up, forcing his cock to bury itself into you one last time.

“Fuck”, you croak, tensing around him.

“Yeah”, he agrees, running his hands up and down your back to calm you down.

“What’s genuinely wrong with you?” you ask him, cracking him up.

“I told you that I wanna do the worst things to do you, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but did you really have to go through with it?” you say, lifting your head to send him a look.

Sweat is running down your face and your tits are all covered from the lipstick transferring between your bodies. Jungkook is mirroring your state, sporting the dirtiest smirk ever.

“Course I did. You’ve been driving me crazy all day. You gotta learn what that gets you”, he says.

“I gotta learn?” you snort, nudging his chest, “keep talking like that and I’ll teach you a lesson in what your cocky tongue gets you.”

“Hopefully your pussy. Wet and creampied”, he throws back.

You gulp, eyes widening.

Jungkook laughs, letting his head fall against the couch.

“Just kidding, I gotta have at least an hour of rest now because phew”, he says, closing his eyes.

You rest against him, cradling his head in your left arm so you can play with his wet hair. You feel so content.

“We should shower”, you say.

“We should.”

“Also some tea would be nice. I swear to god, the rain’s gonna give us colds.”

“Tea it is.”

Jungkook runs his hands back to your ass, kneading it slowly but without any ulterior motive other than that he loves holding it when you calm down together.

“This also isn’t over.”

“Good. I’m counting on it. I’m staying overnight.”

“Obviously. You’re not gonna sleep though.”

“I wasn’t planning to.”

“Good. What do you want for breakfast?”

“Is your pussy an option?”

“That’s the mandatory starter.”

Jungkook laughs.

You chuckle.

“Then I’ll take eggs for the main course.”

“I can do that.”

The rain’s picking up outside. A harsh wind throws it against your windows. You left the curtains open. You can see the tall radio tower of your district in the distance. The red light at the top is distorted because of the rain.

You close your eyes.

You can't ever look at the colour red the same way.

Not after tonight. 

[inuhalfdemon]

No One Can Know...(8/?)

Word Count: 4,299 Words

Rating: Explicit (SMUT)

Chapter 8

"I'm on the very top floor, room 1334

There's a king size bed but we can do it on the floor

Turn your cellphone off, leave a sign on the door

That says 'Do not disturb'."

- Halestorm

Lucifer stepped out from the portal; the swirling golden ring closing behind with a soft pop.

Materializing into Alastor’s room within the Hazbin Hotel, Lucifer found the demon – hands clasped behind his back – nodding to his shadow. The shadow flitted to a nearby wall, silhouetting itself sharply to give Lucifer a large gaping and toothy grin before skidding off underneath the door and out of sight.

“Where is he headed off to?” Lucifer asked, walking to where Alastor stood waiting. He saw that Alastor’s typical delicate rack of little antlers was branched into several largely curved and jutting points – a pristine buck, if there ever was one. 

“To keep watch, guarding the hotel.” Alastor told him.

“I assume you’ve taken…protective measures?” Lucifer asked, glancing back at the door.

“Yes, of course. All proper warding has been done. I’ve also taken the initiative of suggesting to Charlie that a trip to the cinema may be beneficial to everyone’s frayed nerves. The hotel is essentially ours, for the evening.”

Alastor turned; going to the small dining table that he had placed and set for them just beyond the room and within his own personal bayou.

Lucifer briefly noted that Alastor was without his suit jacket and staff – wearing just his long-sleeved red shirt adorned with the black cross and dress pants instead. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows and his tail poked out from behind. Lucifer saw that it was in its normal small and delicate state, but that there also was a very subtle ridge of standing hairs that ran up the fluffy midline – tip to base.

Looking around; Lucifer took in Alastor’s rather….odd, aesthetic. He had anticipated Alastor’s quarters to be very much like any Overlord’s manner of living: something reflecting a visual demonstration to their status and power. Lucifer didn’t make the connection of: soft jazz playing from a radio, the various skeletons and bones of animals, the style of furniture or the general ambiance that he was appreciating, being something directly from what one might have found in early 1900s New Orleans. Not right away, anyway.

“So…what’s the plans for this evening, anyway? We doing doggy-style? Prone boning? 69? What?” Lucifer followed him in.

“Actually, I thought I might treat you to dinner and wine tonight.” Alastor told him, ignoring his lewdness.

“You, uh…what?” Lucifer asked, caught off guard. “Whoa, wait. Is that a pocket dimension?” Fully noticing the bayou now. “These take an incredible amount of power and an incredible amount of skill to manifest…how did you do it?” He poked his head past the seam between realms; assessing the depth of the dimension on both sides – it seemed infinite in both directions, seamless and well placed. 

“Why, of course, I did it by: using an incredible amount of power and an incredible amount of skill.” Alastor answered him; taking a seat at the table.

“Oh, fuck you.”

“Must I reveal all of my secrets to you, your grace?” Alastor asked him. “Now, please join me.”

Lucifer came to the table. Alastor had their meal served and ready for them; a bottle of wine chilling in some ice.

“Oh, crumpets.” Lucifer blurted. “I nearly forgot.” Doing an exaggerated whirl of the hand; he produced a large bottle into his hand. “I’ve had a case of this in my possession for quite some time. I have never tried it myself; but knowing you have a taste for Cajun...” Lucifer offered it to Alastor. “I’m told it is rather rare.”

Alastor took the bottle and his eyebrows shot up. “Rare, indeed. I’d have had trouble finding this even while I was alive.”

Snapping his fingers; Alastor sent the wine and ice away, producing two whiskery glasses in its place. “This will pair much better with our meal tonight. A Sazerac rye always goes nicely with a good Jambalaya.”  

Lucifer sat down. “The very same Jambalaya that Charlie has gone on and on about?”

“Yes. My mother’s recipe, bless her soul.” Alastor opened the Sazerac, pouring them each three fingers worth into the glasses. “It does…have a bit of a kick to it.”

Lucifer took his glass; offering a small toast to Alastor before taking a sip. “Well, I should hope so.”

Alastor gestured to their plates; nodding his head – a clear indication that they should dig in. Lucifer nearly dropped his fork after the first bite; the explosion of flavor across his tongue was…indescribable.

“Well, if that look doesn’t stroke my ego.” Alastor chuckled into his glass, sipping at his Sazerac.

“It’s…it’s…” Lucifer was having trouble forming thoughts.

Alastor laughed. “I believe I’ve rendered my King speechless. There is no higher compliment to be given to a chef, truly.” He smirked, lifting his own fork to his lips.

“You may call me, ‘Lucifer’, Al. Or even ‘Luci’.” Lucifer told him. “However…I do dislike the name ‘Luc’…”

“A most unpleasant name, to be sure.” Alastor allowed him. “So, tell me…Lucifer…how are things? You seem less rested since I last saw you.” It was days ago that Alastor had departed the King’s residence. Seven weeks before the next extermination, three weeks before Charlie’s arranged and upcoming meeting with Heaven.

Lucifer shrugged, finishing a bite of the food. “I don’t sleep well. I never have but, with Lilith gone…I hardly get any sleep at all.”

“What…methods have you utilized?” Alastor asked him.

“Everything.” Lucifer sighed. “Honestly…the one thing that always helped was Lili’s songs. You know that she sung? What it did?”

“Doesn’t everyone in Hell know that?” Alastor asked him. “Even if they haven’t had the pleasure of hearing it?”

“I’d like to think so.” Lucifer admitted.

“You know, I always found our Queen’s talents very inspirational. I am sorry that we have had to go so long without such moving music.”

“Me too.” Lucifer said softly, staring at his whiskey glass.

“How is Charlie feeling about the upcoming meeting with Heaven?” Alastor asked him.

“You would know better than I.” Lucifer told him. “I don’t…I don’t really hear from her.”

“Oh?” Alastor knew that to be the case before…but he found it rather odd that Lucifer and Charlie were not currently talking now.  “Have you reached out to her?”

“I…can’t. Not properly, anyway.” Lucifer took a large swallow from his glass. “I can’t discuss anything regarding her plans involving the hotel. It makes conversations that we have seem very…one-sided. Understandably, she becomes frustrated and I’m sure she thinks that I’m being distant or that I just become bored with what she really wants to discuss with me. I’ve tried. I really have but I end up floundering for the words and it all becomes awkward and misunderstood.”

“Why is that exactly?” Alastor asked him. “My deal with you shouldn’t have given you that much grief. The stipulation that I required was that you don’t interfere with my work here. Surely you should be able to carry out a conversation with your daughter.”

“It’s not our deal that causes it.” Lucifer told him. “It’s the deal I made with Lilith.”

“Come again?”

“Lilith essentially invoked a…similar…stipulation. I’m sworn to secrecy – the exception, of course, being you – I can’t interfere with any matters that could detriment Lilith’s plans. That’s why I sent Charlie to the meeting with Adam and it’s why I cannot discuss the hotel or any of Charlie’s plans relating to it specifically. She also required that I do not…interfere…in things.”

“Damn….ok.”

“The last thing I said to Charlie…the last conversation that we had in regard to the hotel, this dream she has, the redemption of sinners…all before I agreed to stand by Lilith; it wasn’t good. I said things to her that I didn’t really mean, tried to steer her away from Heaven’s gaze. Lilith assured me that Charlie is ready for this, that this is the time for her to come into her own – become the Princess of Hell that she was always meant to be… I trust Lilith, I really do but I…I just wish that I could tell Charlie that what I said…it wasn’t true.”

“Yes, well…” Alastor swirled his glass; having very nearly cleared his plate. “You’ve shown your support to her cause now, regardless. At least, as much as you are able. I’m sure Charlie recognizes the value in that.”

“But, I should have been there for her since day one.” Lucifer tells him, narrowing his gaze on Alastor.

“Perhaps.” Alastor merely shrugged, ignoring the venom in Lucifer’s look. “But, how much would it have changed anyway? We’re here now. Charlie is fulfilling her dream; she has the hotel, she has sinners – however few – willing to give this whole redemption idea of hers a shot, she has the meeting with heaven, she has you and Lilith both fighting together for her cause – what more could possibly be done?”

Lucifer had no answer to this, not at present.

“Would it…help,” Alastor set his glass down now, looking directly at Lucifer. “If I were to…suggest to Charlie that she reach out to you? Not to discuss the hotel, the meeting with Heaven or anything of that like but…maybe, to discuss how to carry oneself in the face of intimidation, turmoil, and….upheaval? The girl lacks something in her use of confidence, particularly in establishing some level of authority. Her meeting with Adam did not lend her many favors.”

“I appreciate the suggestion but I’m hardly the one she should turn to. She gets that from me.”

“Lucifer…if I may be so bold: You are the King of Hell. You are the very embodiment of Pride. This wallowing, this…self-loathing is unbecoming to one who should invoke nothing but fear to those who dare to so much as utter your name. What’s more, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth.”

“Ok…you really want to talk about Pride?” Lucifer leveled his gaze on Alastor. “Tell me, have you managed to cycle out of your rut yet?”

Alastor tilted his head back, tweaking one ear. “You know very well that I haven’t.” He gestured to his intricate crown of antlers. “What the hell does that have to do w –?“

“You never called on me. After leaving. You’re still in rut; we have an agreement in place for such things.”

“It is easily managed now.” Alastor lifted his glass to his lips.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed how pleasant you’ve been tonight, how…relaxed. You see, I find that very interesting. When it was you who told me yourself that avoidance would not be the solution to your…problem.”

Alastor’s ears pulled back.

“So, your plan now is what….to just wait things out? I mean, I’d love to keep playing this little game of ‘fuck buddies’ with you forever, but -”

“Don’t call it that…” Alastor hissed, bristling.

“You are so set upon holding onto this illusion of control that you have created for yourself that you’ve made yourself become incredibly short-sighted.”

“Please….do enlighten me.” Alastor’s eyes glowed softly red.

 “Gladly.” Lucifer stood up; leaning over the table now. “You are denying your body and yourself something that is a biological need; something that you – in fact – require…just for the simple fact that…you’d rather not!?”

“I told you…sex holds no interest to me.”

“When you’re not in rut.” Lucifer emphasized. “That’s been established. I can’t say that I’ll be here in the next seven years when you decide to stop playing at abstinence.”

“I never said-“

“You didn’t have to! I already knew!” Lucifer’s voice was rising. “You knew I’m much more experienced than you and you knew that I was familiar with Cervidae demons – was it really so hard to assume that I might know that a rut happens far more frequently than what you were leading me to believe!?”

 “The point, you are trying so hard to convey to me is…?” Alastor asked him, clearly not pleased.

“You think that by denying yourself something this important, putting yourself through this much grief and discomfort; it gives you control.”

Alastor waited; offering no comments.

“But, it makes you weak.”

Alastor tilted his head; eyes glinting. “You want to say that again?” Alastor stood up from the table himself now; glaring down at Lucifer.

“Prove me wrong.” Lucifer challenged him. “Void our deal.”

Alastor’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

“You’ve got fucking big ears, you heard me.” Lucifer told him, standing up and walking around the table now. “Void our deal. If you don’t need me anymore, why waste my time? You have so much control over the situation; I’m sure you’ll have no problems in fulfilling your end of things with Lilith so that she can give you whatever the fuck it is you are wanting from all of this.” 

Lucifer stopped and Alastor turned to face him. 

“I’ll even agree to your…stipulation.” Lucifer said, holding out his hand. “No interference from me…whatsoever.”

Alastor hesitated; considering the offer that was being made to him.

“You really want to know what control….true power…is, Alastor?” Lucifer asked him; looking up at him with a steady gaze. “It’s knowing your limits.”

Alastor smirked, looking skeptical.

“I’m being deadly serious about that.” Lucifer told him. “If you know your limits…you know to make the accommodations – to do the things that are required to ensure your success. Be clever. Be calculative. Do what’s required to see this rut finished and be done with it, Al, or…let it consume you.”

Lucifer was still holding out his hand; eyes on Alastor.

Alastor’s eyes were on Lucifer’s hand and then his gaze shifted to the King’s.

“Your choice.” Lucifer told him, waiting.

“I….decline.” Alastor told him; eyes shifting sideways. His ears leant back.

There was a moment between them; neither of them saying anything…then:

“You know…” Lucifer was taking a risk here, knowing that Alastor’s pride may have sustained too much damage tonight already.  “It was very clever of you…” Lucifer pressed in, bringing himself very close to Alastor now, but not quite touching him. “…to use some lovely bit of forethought in ensuring that you and I would be left all alone tonight.”

Alastor’s head tilted, ears standing straight. Lucifer couldn’t see it, but his tail had started moving; quickly swishing back and forth in a betraying wag.

 “It makes one wonder…” Lucifer pressed in even closer now and Alastor felt a light heat flooding into his face. Alastor leant back slightly, feeling the edge of the dining table pressing into his lower back.. “…if it was only dinner you were planning, why bother? Perhaps, you wanted to leave our evening together open to more…possibilities?”

Alastor swallowed.

Gotcha…thought Lucifer.

A tense moment passed. Lucifer was waiting for Alastor to offer up his response.

Then, “I won’t ask you to touch me, if that’s what you are waiting for…and I don’t do begging.” Alastor told him.

“No one ever said that you must – at least – not with me.” Lucifer told him. “There are other ways that for you to tell me exactly what you want, Alastor. For example…”

Lucifer stepped into Alastor now; their bodies making contact with each other’s. Placing a hand on Alastor’s lower abdomen, he slid it low so that just the tips of his fingers were pressed beneath the waistband to Alastor’s dress pants.

Alastor gasped, his body tensing – in a rather lovely way. His face properly reddened at the touch.

“You see, I’m a master of many languages, my friend.” Lucifer was telling him. “One of which being…” Lucifer slid his hand lower and Alastor leant himself further back at the feeling of his arousal. “…the oh-so-honest tongue of body language…”

 Lucifer found Alastor’s member; brushing it with just the tips of his fingers. The appendage was twitching…moving….lifting …

“You always have the option of telling me ‘no’...or that this is not what you want…” Lucifer continued; feeling Alastor shudder against him. “Or, you may command me. Imagine that…the actual King of Hell…fully and completely at your disposal – ready to fulfill whatever dark and twisted fantasy you could ever…envisage.”

Lucifer’s fingers wrapped around Alastor’s twitching penis; taking him fully within hand. Alastor bent back further; his pelvis tilting forward.

“You’re looking at me with such a lovely expression, Alastor…” Lucifer leaned into him; head tilting so that he was starring up at the sinner with glinting eyes.

Lucifer gripped Alastor. Using his free hand; he slid the waistband down and pulled Alastor out. His fingers kneading and stroking into the firming muscle.

Alastor’s lower jaw popped open and his breathing hitched; his face growing redder…

“Tell me to stop…” Lucifer breathed; resting his head against Alastor’s chest and looking up at him.

“Ahhhhhh….” Alastor pelvis jerked; he groaned and Lucifer began slowly pumping.

“Tell me that this is not what you want…” Lucifer hissed; smiling now.

Alastor’s ears fell back, his antlers stretched themselves high overhead. He was gripping the edge to the dining table with such force, he thought that he might actually break it.

Thrusting; he threw back his head – gasping…panting.

Lucifer’s grip tightened; feeling Alastor’s climb about to end. One final thrust and Alastor’s seed was in his hand.

Shivers of pleasure jolting through him; Alastor slumped against the table; he had left gouges in the surface of it where his claws had been. He was breathing heavily; watching Lucifer as the angel stepped away – looking at Alastor with a dark gaze - licking the cum from between his fingers.   

With a growl, Alastor pushed himself off from the table – going for Lucifer.

Lucifer tilted his head up and Alastor embraced him; his mouth pressing hard against his as cool shadows fully engulfed them.

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Alastor had moved them to the bedroom. Skillfully; he had landed them into the bed…Lucifer pressed beneath him – facing him - into the mattress. He had also done them the honors of disrobing them both.

Well, Al…who knew you could be such a smooth operator…Lucifer thought, as they kissed with uncharacteristic fervor.

Alastor slid his tongue between parted lips and Lucifer groaned at the suggestive movements it made inside his mouth. When it retreated; Lucifer bit down sharply on Alastor’s lower lip – pulling it.

Alastor pulled his face back. Eyes sharpening into a bright red and glowing predatory gaze, he snarled loudly. His body went rigid; ears perfectly straight with standing hair.

But, just as quickly – the ferality was gone.

The glowing crazed look left Alastor’s eyes and his ears dropped. Alastor shifted; going to pull himself away.

“Alastor, it’s fine.” Lucifer gripped him by the arms; keeping him there.

Alastor made to pull himself away from the King’s hold but found that he couldn’t…

 “Really, Al….it’s ok.” Lucifer told him; looking at him. “Do you need to shift form? We could go somewhere else…”

“No, I…” Alastor wasn’t looking at him. “I should be more manageable but, I can’t guarantee that I’ll be….myself.”

Lucifer let go of him then, releasing his arms. He took Alastor’s face between both hands; forcing the demon’s eyes to meet his.

“Whatever you need…I’m here.” His thumb stroked Alastor’s cheek and the sinner melted into his hands – into the touch.

Sighing; Alastor let the tension leave his body – a ripple running up his spine.

Lucifer shifted with him; his long black devil’s tail and horns coming out to play.

Alastor’s change wasn’t dramatic; his antlers were heavier; his teeth were sharper and he was both larger and lankier than what would be considered normal for him…but, he certainly was no eldritch demon this time.

Alastor’s long limbs set him over Lucifer; his frame leaning and wavering over the angel lying beneath him. His face was all teeth as he bore down on Lucifer; a gaping and twisted grin.

Lucifer laughed; sliding to sit himself up so that he might get a better look at this new deer demon form of Alastor’s.

“Well, you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you big boy?” Lucifer told him appreciatively and he saw that Alastor’s tail was quickly flicking back and forth at this. “Just look at those teeth.” Lucifer stuck both thumbs into the corners of Alastor’s mouth; the demon dropped his jaw, exposing his rows of incredibly sharp fangs.

“I suppose you’ll want to use those on me…” Lucifer said softly, his devil’s tail lifting; snaking itself up and across Alastor’s chest.

Alastor’s eyes gleamed, drool seeping from between teeth.

“I might just let you too…after some fun.” Lucifer’s eyes glowed a soft yellow. “Can’t have that cute little lightweight ass of yours ruining our good time, can we?”

Alastor huffed, flicking his head and dislodging Lucifer’s thumbs from his mouth.

Lucifer leant himself back; eyes on Alastor.

“So…what are you going to do to me?”

Placing a large clawed hand across the angel’s chest, Alastor pressed down – pushing him firmly into the mattress. Lucifer smirked at Alastor’s claws – digging into his skin – not quite piercing through the flesh.

Holding him there; Alastor leant in – long tongue lolling from his mouth.

Glowing red eyes on Lucifer; he pressed his smiling face with sharpened teeth close and began to lick him – his tongue taking long and steady strokes all across his chest and abdomen – tasting the angel. In between strokes; Alastor was huffing – moving puffs of warm air across heated and wet skin – causing a very carnal and pleasant sort of sensation. Alastor’s musk drifted off of him; filling the room with his amorous odor.

Lucifer’s face reddened at this; tension building and sending him arching backward.

Fuck…

Alastor’s huffing and licking continued – his face pressing into Lucifer’s neck and nuzzling him. Prickles of pleasure ran through Lucifer; he was fully erect now and he could see that Alastor had plainly recovered himself as well.

Lucifer groaned; lifting a hand to find the base to one of Alastor’s antlers. Alastor was licking, huffing, nuzzling and sucking at the base of his neck now. Lucifer felt an incredibly building heat…his face and chest flushing in a brilliant red.

“What-what are you doing to me?” He arched further backward and Alastor’s low growl was one of approval.  

Alastor’s musk was driving him crazy. Lucifer’s heart was slamming in his chest; his eyes were so dilated that his vision was blurring – he felt like his blood was absolutely boiling and rushing all throughout his body.

“Mmphg…” Lucifer squirmed; pleasure overpowering his senses.

This….this is….

He was losing his train of thought.

Alastor was moving; his clawed hand lifting from Lucifer’s chest. He was lifting and turning Lucifer’s hips; trying to coax him to turn over.

Lucifer obliged and Alastor’s clawed hands carefully guided him into the desired position. Face down, ass up – Lucifer felt confident in knowing where this was headed. Alastor grasped Lucifer’s long, black tail – pulling it softly outward; the flesh of it sliding through his fingers, and then he lifted it upward so that it was limply raised. Lucifer – thoroughly flushed now – pressed his reddened face into the covers of the bed – winding his tail through the branches of Alastor’s antlers.

Doing something unexpected - to Lucifer - Alastor leaned in. Lucifer’s tail stiffened in surprise as Alastor’s face pressed close to his entrance, warm air puffing against him as Alastor continued his huffing breaths. Before Lucifer could fully register the implication of this; Alastor’s tongue – long and twisting - entered him. Lucifer’s back bent at a sharp angle and he garbled out some incoherent noise of surprise and pleasure at feeling Alastor’s gift of sliding and wet warmth moving through him.

Oh, this isn’t just fun we’re having…Lucifer was thinking. This…this is good.

Alastor gave him another growl of approval; the vibrations of it sending ripples of stimulation through and against Lucifer’s heat. Lucifer choked out a gasp; feeling Alastor’s wriggling tongue touching and pressing against sensitive tissue; his claws dug into the bedcovers, and he began to moan with a neediness he couldn’t have guessed that he was capable of. Alastor’s face was pressed tightly to him; growling and grunting as he continued on, performing his dirty work.

Alastor’s musk had become sharper; more concentrated and Lucifer felt incredibly but wonderfully dizzy from the effects it had on him. Pressed how he was, in this position – he could feel his own member – erect and throbbing; absolutely seeping against his own abdomen and threatening to release.

Pulling his tongue back; Alastor was ready to mount.

He shifted position. Clawed fingers dragging softly across Lucifer’s tail; he gently moved it aside. Lucifer coiled it firmly around Alastor’s thigh; bracing himself to be penetrated.  But, when Alastor slid himself in – it was done with such sweet and gentle slowness that Lucifer felt nothing, but a milk-and-honey type of pleasure consume him.   

Alastor moved slowly….purposefully; clawed hands steadying Lucifer’s hips as he bent himself forward. Taking his hands away from the angel’s waist; Alastor laid himself fully over Lucifer’s frame; his hands finding the bed so that his arms could give him a better leverage in his thrusts and support his weight to give them room.

Lucifer anticipated Alastor’s movements to become rougher….faster but, they didn’t. Instead, Alastor moved inside Lucifer with slow and even strokes; his long and curved penis entering and pressing into him in just the perfect way.

Lost in pleasure…Lucifer felt Alastor’s growls turn into purring grunts as the deer demon worked at nuzzling and nipping at Lucifer’s back and his shoulders, crooning to him his immense gratification.

He’s not just fucking me…he’s….breeding me.  Like I’m his little doe…

There was a sharp jut to Alastor’s movement and Lucifer felt him strike gold. Lucifer cried out at the flood of sensual pleasure and Alastor jutted himself into him again. Lucifer was the first to be pushed over the edge; his cum spraying onto himself and into the sheets. Feeling Lucifer growing limp beneath him; Alastor bent himself further forward; thrusting two more times before releasing his own load fully into the King.

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If anyone catches my little reference that I made here to my previous fanfic : "Dirty Dealings": You deserve the gold-est of stars!!!

Chapter 9

[kazumist]

a/n: based on you are in love by taylor swift. cw: ooc suna. wc: 679. first time writing in this style so idk what to feel about this one :')

dear (y/n),

by the time you read this letter, it’s probably after dinner time, and you have nothing else to do. i know you’re going to see my face again tomorrow, but please don’t mention this letter at school. especially around the twins.

i’d like to tell a simple story. it’s nothing really special. but there were three moments where i said “i love you” in my own way before we started dating (though you probably didn’t notice it, didn’t you?).

first was during prom night. it was a bit dark in the venue, but i could spot you sulking alone at a table almost immediately. i was a bit late last night, since you know. i wasn’t really planning on attending since fancy events like these require you to dress up in a suffocating suit. but when i got a text from atsumu saying that your date dumped you, i asked my mom if she could help me get ready real quick.

when i finally got there, we ended up ditching prom and instead watching whatever movie was still showing at the cinema, even though we were in formal wear. i remember us watching a tragic romance film, and you were trying your best not to cry because you didn’t want to ruin your look. congrats, by the way. you actually didn’t end up crying.

to put it simply, yes. i did wear a suffocating suit because i didn’t want you to end prom night alone with bad memories.

the first was a nerve wracking experience, but i wouldn’t have it any other way.

the second time was the time you slept over. i randomly woke up in the middle of the night, and you thought it was because of a nightmare since i had this “strange look” on my face (your words, not mine). you asked me if i was okay, but i didn’t reply immediately, which i know made you worry more.

when i told you that “you’re my best friend,” you playfully smacked my head that time for being so random and for making you worry over nothing.

maybe it was because of the time that night, or maybe it’s because you didn’t think of it that much the next morning or so, but i was supposed to say “i love you” that night. yet i didn’t since it would be too sudden—and i wanted to confess in a proper way. not in a way where you and i are both sleepy as hell (that would be super memorable, though).

i didn’t want to admit that i love you at first. but even in our shared silence and on our way home, i could sense it. i could feel that something was shifting with the way i saw you. that i started to see you more as a best friend.

the third time was actually when i randomly invited you to drive around with me, even though it was around midnight by that time. i remember it being a pain to climb up the tree that was near your bedroom window, and i also remember it being a greater pain to find tiny rocks that i could throw at your window.

to be honest with you, getting coffee wasn’t really the reason i asked you out that night. it’s really just an excuse—even though i see you every day, i still miss you. i wasn’t after the coffee or the place where we parked to drink; i was after your company. the feeling of you next to me.

i hope that the next time we get some coffee, you'll talk to me about anything and everything again. that you’ll tell me what show or movie you've watched recently. that you’ll tell me if you've discovered something new recently, even if it seems unimportant.

and if you’re left with nothing to say, you can share your silence with me.

so please get some coffee with me again soon.

yours truly, rintarou.

(p.s. i know this is a bit cheesy; let’s not talk about it.)

[fluloa]

my headcanons for the sully family

JAKE:

- has an apron that says ‘kiss the chef’

- has thought about getting an ear piercing and would like to

- always itchy, like will be constantly scratching at a random part of his body during a casual conversation

- had a loner phase when he was in middle school

- doesn’t like fuzzy things, he hates the texture and the way it feels on his skin, gives him a bad type of goosebumps

- adhd. said what i said

- flexes his big dad muscles every chance he can get (good for him tbh)

- finds it so relaxing when neytiri plays with his hair

- is a big purrer, to the point where it’s embarassing and he HATES it but he can’t help it

- cries every single time he watches the start of finding nemo

- hates watching reality tv

NEYTIRI:

- loves watching reality tv

- bites off her toenails (sorry not sorry)

- really likes apple juice

- loves the song cover me in sunshine by pink, every time she plays it, lo’ak screams out in agony

- a sad beige baby mom

- makes weird faces when feeding babies and does the sound ‘nom nom nom’

- loves cats. jake got one for her for her birthday and he doesn’t think she’s ever seen her happier

- wine lover and proud (especially with these little shit of a kids)

- has a collection of perfumes and jewellery that she only touched like once or twice. poor girl just forgets about them bc of all the stress she’s holdin

- the type of mom to demand every kid’s room is clean when somebody is going to be over. lo’ak is always the one to say “they won’t even be coming into our room!”

- lo’ak gets a whooping for that

NETEYAM:

- asks jake for his old band t-shirts

- loves water parks and will say weeee when going down the slides

- lets tuk put makeup on his face. but that stopped after she used some cheap shop makeup on him and he got an allergic reaction from it

- sometimes he wears belt with his jeans and it is funny

- always forgets to knock before opening doors. once caught jake butt naked and has never been the same again

- his favourite color is purple but he says it’s blue so that people don’t make fun of him

- loves playing laser tag even though he sucks ass at it

- he’s a fan of marvel and he’s always first at the cinemas when a movie comes out

- likes to skateboard. surprisingly very good at it since he’s only used it like ten times since he got it for 12th birthday

- for some odd reason, he really likes helping neytiri out with grocery shopping? also a guilty pleasure to pick out some of his favorite snacks and being the perfect little son that he is, neytiri always says yes

- brushes his teeth DAY AND NIGHT without a skip

KIRI:

- definitely plays my singing monsters

- had a monster can collection phase (will not admit to it although)

- that being said, had an ‘indie kid’ phase and begged norm for a couple of unused cds so she could paint them

- listens to mitski and lana del ray and flexes it to people and attacks them if they say they don’t know who they are or they don’t like their music

- wants her septum pierced but by neytiri’s words, “i’d rather die.”

- does her own hair, hence why it’s so messily beautiful

- neytiri cuts her hair though, as much as she doesn’t like to admit it

- would really like a tattoo, but neytiri has said no obviously

- tried asking jake for the tattoo, but jake was terrified of neytiri’s expression so he said no

- then tried to do a stick and poke and it failed miserably (rejected from her skin a week later)

- weirdly insecure of her nose, sometimes she likes it, sometimes she doesn’t

- jumps on the trampoline with tuk until she’s passed out from exhaustion

- plant lover. like seriously has a dozen in her room and will panic if she hasn’t gotten the time to water them for a day

LO’AK:

- plays mortal kombat and has an addiction to it. will yell out fatality when putting neteyam in a headlock

- begs neytiri for waves (she always says no, thank god)

- has got led lights in his room that are stuck to the wall with shitty sticky tape. you can easily see it, too

- always facetiming tsiyera but half of the time she doesn’t answer

- the type to lick chip dust off of his fingers until the last speck is demolished

- SATURDAYS ARE FOR THE BOYS

- has a pet fish and secretly adores her, her name’s shelly and will go into deep detail if you ask about her

- favorite food is doritos and takis

- was a ‘all girls are the same’ type before he met tsiyera

- wears his worn ass jordans religiously

TUK:

- has a pink ipad

- makes her own fake youtube tutorials on said ipad. kiri sneakily watches them when she’s sleeping

- can do an impressive amount of tricks on the trampoline and each time she learns a new one she yells out, “DAD!!! DAD, DAD, DAD, COME WATCH THIS!!!! DAD!! DAD!! DAD!!!!”

- her heart broke when jake with a few drinks in his system decided to jump on the trampoline on a party night and ended up tearing a massive hole in the middle of it

- has a CRIPPLING obsession with slime and neytiri absolutely hates it. always searching up ‘how to make slime no borax no glue’ and always makes a mess of wherever she makes it

- SHE LOVES DISNEY and her favorite princess is moana

- begged neytiri to let her dye the ends of her hair purple. neytiri used one of those ten washes dyes in a box and didn’t bleach her hair before because “no way am i putting bleach in my daughter’s hair” when it didn’t work because tuk’s hair is literally pitch black, she cried

- she literally loves the low space buns hairstyle and will forever ask neytiri to do it for her. but will end up crying because of how hard neytiri pulls her hair (it’s not even that hard)

- has a huge collection of squishmallows (jake got her them all)

- doesn’t actually like chocolate but loves candy

- the type to bounce on neytiri and jake’s bed to wake them up

[ripleycano]

The Illusion of Living: Sammy Lawrence Archive

 Long time no see, BATIM friends! In light of BATDR releasing soon, I’ve decided to buy The Illusion of Living and compile all the information we have about our favorite music director. I’ll also include information from sources other than TIOL for a more holistic aggregate of knowledge :)

Full post under cut!

Appearance

 Let’s start with mentions of physical features and attire. We already knew from the Hot Topic takeover that he had a ‘flowing cascade’ of brown or blonde hair:

TIOL adds onto this in Joey’s description of Jack Fain and Sammy Lawrence at the evening party:

“Though I suppose his (Sammy’s) hair could have been slicked back a bit more, not quite so long and floppy on the top as it was. As it still is.”

It looks to be the case that his hair was indeed on the longer side, and it remained that way during his time at the studio. (Personally, I’m a big fan of the idea of his having messy, unkempt hair that’s a little long for the standard of his era.)

DCTL describes Sammy as looking like a bird or insect, TIOL does the same:

“Sammy stepped toward me out of the dark. His angular face was highlighted now from the lights of the party, throwing sharp shadows that only made him look more insect-like.”

In addition to this, TIOL confirms my assumptions that Sammy is both younger than Joey and looks permanently exhausted:

“He was a couple years younger than me but seemed like a fellow who had lived several lifetimes already.”

Keep in mind Joey thinks this on the eve of his thirtieth birthday, meaning Sammy was likely somewhere in his twenties when he started working at the studio.

We already know suspenders were part of his closet, but what else? TIOL portrays Sammy in stark contrast to his musical partner, Jack Fain. This is seen not only in their personalities, but also in their attire.

“The man (Jack Fain) tipped his bowler in our direction. I understood now why he was still wearing it even indoors. His whole outfit was a kind of costume in a way. He wasn’t in a tux or a dinner jacket either. Instead he was in dark gray wool trousers with red suspenders, a white button-up shirt beneath an orange vest and brown bow tie. He fit the description of “a character” to a tee. Sammy Lawrence on the other hand was in a neat simple black evening suit and looked totally appropriate for an opening night party.”

Looks like Jack prefers to dress in bright, flashy clothes, while Sammy’s style of choice is plain, smart, and occasion-appropriate. Unfortunately for him, he is eventually fated to wear only ink-soaked suspenders for the remainder of his life :,)

Past

With TIOL, we finally have some insight into Sammy’s life before the studio! Joey mentions he had already seen Sammy prior to their meeting at Chapter 6′s opening night party.

"I hadn’t realized right away when I met him properly on the eve of my thirtieth birthday that I’d seen him before. Only in that first conversation was it revealed he’d worked for the Grand Cinema as a teenager. I remembered him then easily. I’d been so impressed by the quality of the music that I’d hardly noticed the film.”

Sammy had already been working in the film industry before taking up Joey’s job offer-- looks like his job was to play live music scores to accompany film visuals.

“The music he (Sammy) made felt effortless but what was just as striking was his focus. The way he stared at the screen before him, watching the film as keenly as any of us in the audience.”

"It was an incredible show and I remember the audience applauding at the end of the film, which didn’t happen all the time.”

Not only was Sammy skilled at his job, but it looks like he had a deep predilection for cinema. I wonder how things would’ve turned out for him if he’d continued his path in the film industry.

Personality (oh boy)

Pre-ink

All the information prior to TIOL (audio tapes, DCTL, etc.) point to Sammy being adherent to a specific archetype: the tortured artist. He’s artistic, sensitive, and immensely talented-- however, he’s also irritable and blunt. (“I just hope nobody tells Sammy. Because if he finds out I lost my keys again, I’m out of here!”)

Luckily, TIOL adds more nuance to his characterization! Before becoming affected by the living ink of the studio, it seems that Sammy was fairly quiet and very much introverted.

“’Sammy!’ called out one of the supporting actors in a low baritone. The man at the piano shook his head. He seemed annoyed. I thought it was funny, I didn’t realize that it wasn’t an act. That Sammy was not a fan of attention and definitely didn’t like putting on a show like this.”

When conversing with Joey, he speaks in a curt, brief manner, never bothering with hollow pleasantries. He’s not one to sugarcoat his questions, consequently offending one very ego-driven Mr. Joey Drew. (He only gets away with it since Joey is so enamored with the idea of hiring him, but we’ll expand on that later.)

“”I’d like to talk to you two,” I said, smiling as warmly as I could. I wanted them to know I was a friend. But of course Sammy just stared back at me. “About what?” he asked curtly.”

“Sammy reluctantly nodded. I had no idea then why he was making such a fuss, honestly still don’t know to this day what makes him a grouch, but if being a grouch means beautiful music, I have no problem with that, I’ll tell you.”

““Joey Drew, owner of Joey Drew Studios,” I replied. “And what’s a Joey Drew Studios?” asked Sammy, lighting a cigarette from the darkness by the stone wall at the edge of the terrace. Yes, he said it in that dismissive tone. I didn’t understand why he needed to talk to me like that. I didn’t respect it. I was starting to doubt my own judgment. Did I really want to offer the opportunity of a lifetime to someone so extreme in their indifference?” (Side note: “What’s a Joey Drew Studios” absolutely knocked me out. Joey being incredibly offended about it didn’t help.)

““That was me, I remember you now. You are quite the talent,” I replied. “I know,” he said.”

Being a man of (very) few words, it seems that Sammy doesn’t express his thoughts much, either. Oftentimes, he’ll simply drift off in the middle of a conversation to ponder something with no additional context given. (Essentially, he just throws things out there and expect people to understand exactly where he’s coming from)

““Joey Drew Studios,” he said again, mulling it over. “So like film?” I nodded. “Sure, like that,” I replied. ... “You like movies,” he said, nodding back. Was he imitating me now? “I do.””

““Can we watch a movie?” asked Sammy. “A movie?” Sammy always had and still does have a way of surprising you with what he’ll say or do next."

What Sammy doesn’t say with words, he conveys with the occasional bemused facial expression. Joey finds this especially fascinating, often scrutinizing him closely in an attempt to figure him out. I imagine he treats it as some kind of game.

“Jack was duly impressed, Sammy was unreadable. Typical Sammy.”

““Why do I know you?” he asked then. He was looking at me carefully now. Not in the same suspicious manner. He was truly trying to figure out the answer to his question.”

“Jack on the other hand seemed to love it. “You can feel the creativity!” he said. Sammy said nothing, of course."

“Jack looked at Sammy, then back at me with an expression of “I have no idea what he’s thinking.”"

In fact, Joey has an incredibly unhealthy obsession with trying to read Sammy which begot this... fascinating passage:

“He (Sammy) leaned back on both elbows on the stone wall. Beneath him Fifth Avenue roared and certain death would come to anyone who toppled over the edge down onto it. The man definitely had confidence in that wall. I had a sudden urge to give him a shove. Not push him over, but just to see his reaction. This might sound strange, but I needed to see a human moment from him, I needed to see the man he was hiding from me.”

A mysterious guy for sure.

As if his lack of willingness to verbally communicate wasn’t difficult enough, Sammy is shown to be very, very stubborn and demanding. (Artists, am I right?)

When asked to work for Joey, he first demands that he receives a tour around the studio. Before Joey can even start to schedule a date, Sammy pulls a Sammy:

““How do I know it’s real?” Sammy asked. “Oh it’s real,” I replied. Sammy stepped toward me out of the dark ... “Show me.” I nodded. “Of course, let’s schedule a tour for some time this week,” I said. ... “No,” he said, inching toward me. “Now.” “Now?” “Now.”” (Now I know for one that Joey’s heart DEFINITELY skipped a beat there)

Upon visiting the studio, Sammy kindly (?!) gives his unsolicited input on a group of characters he’s never seen before:

““Do you have other characters?” asked Sammy, not turning around. “A wolf,” I replied. “Boris,” I added. “Good name!” said Jack, turning in his seat and grinning at me. “You need a girl,” said Sammy.” (No maidens???)

Thanks, buddy.

Finally, Joey manages to win him over, to which newly hired Sammy Lawrence responds:

“Finally Sammy spoke again. “I want full creative control over my department. I want to hire my own people. And if the money isn’t good, I’m not signing the contract.” ... “Ol’ Sammy, a man who knows his own mind,” said Jack with a laugh."

It’s a very bold move to speak to your boss like this, but I fully support it. It’s no secret that Sammy is very talented and fully aware of this fact-- I’m very glad he knows his worth :) (Although signing that contract did lead to him becoming a cultist stuck in a time loop)

Post-Ink (I’ll likely touch on his post-ink self and descent into insanity on another post once I find my copy of DCTL!)

That’s all I have the energy for now, but there is one more thing I’d like to touch on: Norman. 

Unfortunately, there is no mention (that I know of) of Norman in TIOL. Perhaps this is because he was hired later on, partly thanks to our very own Sammy Lawrence :)

“Sammy looked around the room. “I’ll need a projector,” he said. “A projector?” I asked. He nodded. “To play with the movie.” Of course, I realized then. Of course. That was what he did best, improvise as the movie played. “Yes! A projector booth, of course, that will be our top priority.” I added it to the mental list I’d started months ago.”

Looks like Sammy was indirectly responsible for the projection booth in the music department! I love the unexpected eye for detail he has when it comes to the video side of the production process. His enthusiasm shows in his insistence on watching the films he plays to, which I find very sweet.

I’ll probably follow this up with posts about Sammy’s in-studio relationships and one focused on his post-ink ‘prophet’ self. Thanks for sticking around for so long!

As for my final thoughts on Sammy, Joey says it best: “I’d never trade Sammy Lawrence for anything.”

[univvrse]

the coven (chapter 15)

minors dni

reader x bakugou x shinsou x kaminari x kirishima

cw: sub reader, smut, penetrative sex, threesome, blowjobs, spit roasting, biting, voyeurism kinda i think

Coven- a formation of at least three or more vampires

He told you they were dangerous- why didn't you believe him?

previous parts can be found on my masterlist

on my ao3 if you'd prefer

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Their shower was insanely nice- you didn’t know why but you weren’t expecting vampire’s houses to have running water considering the ice-cold temperature of both them and their house.

When you went back into his room, dressed back in Hitoshi’s shirt that you were wearing before, Eijiro was exactly where you left him; you could tell he literally hadn’t moved a muscle.

He looked up at you- a wide smile plastered on his face like he had something to tell you. You smiled back at him- slightly confused and curious for what he was about to tell you.

“The others are all having sex in Katsuki’s bedroom, if you wanted to go and join them?” He asked, he sounded keen to be with them but not like he was forcing you to go.

You didn’t feel too sore from the night before- “yeah- that’d be fun,” your tone sounded sort of sheepish, as if you were scared of something. To be fair, you were slightly- for god’s sake you were about to have sex with 3 vampires at a time.

“You sure sweetheart, we don’t have to, I’ve had 100 years’ worth of sex with them I don’t care about missing one time.”

“No- I’d really love to.” You nodded your head profusely- to be honest even the suggestion of it aroused you. You felt your face flush red- God you sounded like such a slut.

He quickly stood up- seeming pleased by your answer. He grabbed you by the hand- intertwining your fingers with his and lead you across the hall.

The walk to Katsuki’s room felt like a haze- like the world had ended and you and Eijiro were the last thing in the universe, you could barely feel your feet as you walked- just the pounding of your heart.

His room was barely a few steps from Eijiro’s and yet it felt like a lifetime of anticipation.

The door was already slightly ajar- Katsuki’s room was gorgeous- you could tell that he bought the house. His room was almost pitch black but at this point you had gotten used to the low light. The room was probably the size of your apartment yet most of it was taken up by a four-poster bed in the centre- it was obviously huge and probably the biggest bed you had ever and would ever see, his sheets were silk and a dark shade of red. His walls were black although you could barely see them as his walls were taken up by huge posters- most of them were of incredibly old black and white movies- they looked like he had taken them of the walls of the cinema itself- the others were of old bands you didn’t recognise. Other than the bed there was only one other piece of furniture in the room- a bookcase taking up a whole wall, it was full of records- you knew how expensive they were, you hadn’t really considered how rich they were until you saw his room.

Despite all of this- the most noticeable thing in the room was the three men in the centre of the bed making out with each other- they were all clothed apart from Katsuki who was shirtless and Jesus fuck was he jacked. Anyway, Hitoshi was on top of Denki- rubbing his knee against his groin, the two of them hardly noticed when you and Kirishima came into the room.

Katsuki looked up from kissing Denki’s neck to smirk at you- a silent invitation for the two of you to join them on the bed.

As soon as you were on the bed, Katsuki was upon you- wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close- he stopped himself for a moment to ask,

“It’s okay if I kiss you right?” You nodded quickly and in an instant his lips were slamming against yours. Wow- he was certainly out of his shell now.

Katsuki left your lips for a moment; “Before we start- just to let you know- I’m not going to go easy on you just cause you’re a goddamn human or whatever.”

You smirked at that- not a single part of you wanted him to go easy on you. You wanted him in every way both humanly and inhumanly possible.

With that thought- you fell back against the pillows, your teeth lips clashing against Katsuki’s as he clambered on top of you fervently. You gasped into the kiss, parting your lips enough for Katsuki to dart his tongue through the gap and lick into your mouth. You welcomed the intrusion with a contented hum, sending your vocal chord’s vibrations directly into Katsuki’s throat. He begins roughly grinding himself against you, his erection growing with every thrust of his hips. You clawed desperately at his back- almost immediately his hands were in your hair tugging it away from your face and pulling it harshly from the ends- making you arch your back.

“God, do you have to be such a desperate slut?” You could tell it was a question where he didn’t expect an answer.

His hands grasped at your shirt- pulling it over your head- you weren’t wearing a bra; you were completely naked under his gaze. A strangled moan from across the bed broke you out of your trance. Holy shit, you’d totally forgot that literally a few inches from you, there were three more vampires making out eagerly with each other. Your stomach churned at the realisation. This was probably the norm for these boys, they wouldn’t give it a second thought, but you were still freshly no longer a virgin. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t insanely aroused by the situation; still though, a wave of nerves coursed through you. Almost all the boys had warned you about Katsuki’s lack of tenderness when it came to sex, including the man himself.

You almost breathed a sigh of relief when you heard Eijiro leave the other two and crawl towards where you lay beneath Katsuki. At least you knew Eijiro would be gentle. A mere week ago, if you had been told you’d be more relieved at the idea of a threesome than regular sex, you would’ve laughed hysterically. You really hoped this didn’t mean you were a total whore. It probably did.

Katsuki’s weight lifted off you and you opened your eyes. He was staring at Eijiro intensely, his permanent scowl deepening every few seconds- obviously reading his mind.

He turned to you. “Ei wants you to suck him of,” Katsuki said- it wasn’t so much a question as it was a demand. And you were more than happy to oblige.

“I can speak for myself” Eijiro interrupted with faux exasperation, “Would that be okay though baby?” He asked quickly- you could tell how much he wanted this- wanted you. You quickly nodded yes, and he closed in on you, pulling down his shorts- freeing his erection. He wasn’t wearing underwear, as if he were waiting for you; waiting for this moment.

Eijiro was already semi-hard.

“Can you stroke my dick for me baby?” he asked eagerly, you paused for a minute before sitting up on your knees and beginning to work at his half-hard cock. Even though you were inexperienced, his face showed nothing but pure pleasure.

You decided to start sucking him off- getting on your hands and knees- using one hand to grip his dick gently between your fingers, tilting it towards your salivating mouth- licking his tip. You were truly hungry for his dick. The more you sex you had the more enticing it was to you- the more you yearned for it. It was the one and only thing on your mind.

You allowed his cock to enter your mouth- gagging slightly at the feeling of his tip prod at the back of your throat. You truly hadn’t realised how well-endowed he was until this moment- you couldn’t take his whole dick at once- choosing to pump the rest of his cock with your hand while slipping his penis through your lips over and over again. You looked up at his face- his eyes were rolled into the back of his throat and moan after moan slipped from his throat.

“Shit- sweetheart- slow down a bit f’ me please?” You followed his advice- slowing down only slightly.

You felt Katsuki pulling your underwear to the side- his fingers gently prodding at your cunt- you gasped at the feeling of his thumb on your clit. The vibrations from your mouth did nothing but spur Kirishima on, one of his gentle hands resting on the back of your head.

You leaned into the blonde’s touch- desperately craving more of it. Eijiro’s eyes were completely in the back of his head as moans spilled from your throat- Katsuki pressed a finger inside you, quickly finding a spot inside of you that you didn’t know existed before you had met the vampires; he stuffed more fingers into you, living up to his word about not being gentle. He curled his fingers- pumping them in and out of your pussy.

His fingers were gone from you almost far too quickly; you felt empty for a moment before you felt Katsuki’s cock pressing against you. Weird- you hadn’t even heard the noise of his trousers unbuckling. All thoughts were instantly zapped from your head as you felt his cock begin to enter you. You hadn’t even seen his dick, but you could tell it was thicker than any of the other vampires and by the way he was entering you, you could tell it was probably longer too. The stretch burned slightly yet you had begun to crave the feeling of it- the feeling of his cock inside you sent you into a trance and, for just a moment you forgot Eijiro’s dick was in your mouth- pushing it further down your throat until you were practically choking on it. Your eyes began to leak with tears, but you simply couldn’t bring yourself to care, you only wanted more- you desperately wanted more. More of both of them.

Finally, the blonde was fully inside of you- wasting no time on letting you adjust. He thrusted in and out of you at a breakneck pace. Katsuki grabbed your hair harshly- forcing even more of Eijiro’s cock down your throat- all the air in your lungs was knocked out of your lungs in a single second but yet you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You would be almost glad to never breathe again if you could feel this good for a moment. Katsuki’s thumb was unrelenting on your clit- making you pulse around him- feeling your high creeping up on you.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Denki getting practically pounded into the bed by Hitoshi- the fact they could see you only excited you even more. You clenched around Katsuki one last time before the knot inside you snapped. You were practically forced into your orgasm- the world went black for a moment as pleasure overwhelmed your entire being. You drooled around Eijiro’s cock- feeling his dick twitch in your mouth, you could tell he was going to cum soon too. You glanced up at him- his hand was thrown over his face and his head was thrown back.

“Fuck- baby- I’m gonna cum,” Eijiro gasped, almost sounding out of breathe, “I can cum in your mouth yeah?” He asked, you nodded yes as best you could.

It wasn’t long before his cum was spilling into your mouth, there was so fucking much of it- it seeped out of your mouth, not that you cared. You slipped his now flaccid cock out of your mouth.

Katsuki practically burst out laughing behind you, “Didn’t take you too long at all to cum, Ei?” He joked rhetorically.

Your senses were quickly overwhelmed as Katsuki increased his pace, nearly knocking you off your hands and knees.

“Fuck- cum f’ me again.” Katsuki practically demanded.

“Please- Katsuki- I can’t.”

“No such thing as can’t baby.”

His thumb sped up on your nub- practically forcing you towards your end. He leaned over you- leaving small bites on your neck. Or at least he tried to, you clenched around him, and he practically fell. Sinking his fangs completely into your neck- biting fully into you. For some reason that’s what did it for you, the damn inside you broke. You practically saw stars, clenching around him. Your orgasm seemed to force him into his- his cum spilling inside your gummy walls.

He pulled out of you almost immediately, grabbing you a bit too harshly by the neck- inspecting the bites he had left around your neck. “Shit- fuck, Y/N I’m sorry.”

[dlrconlicense]

MY CULTURAL FIRSTS

Louise Brealey: My first kiss with Sherlock’s Benedict Cumberbatch

The actor and writer on taking acid at her first gig, meeting Michael Caine – and the moment she knew the BBC detective drama was going to be huge

Louise Brealey

LEO STAAR

Jake Helm

Sunday November 12 2023, 12.13am GMT, The Sunday Times

First concert I went to

I would like to say an unknown band called Blur in a tiny tent at Reading in 1994, but I accidentally took my first and very much last acid tab off an apprentice plumber called Tony from Swansea and watched the The on the big stage instead. It was all fine until the music started to creep up from the grass right up my legs and I was surrounded by terrifying gargoyles.

First pop-inspired fashion trends I adopted

I’m afraid I was a relentlessly unfashionable child. I was a square and listened to 10cc I’m Not in Love and The Eagles’ Desperado on repeat. I did love Robert Smith [from the Cure] but I didn’t wear enormous jumpers until my twenties.

First time I realised the BBC drama Sherlock was going to be a huge hit

The read-through was electric, which is not normal. Usually, it’s nerve-jangling because everyone is terrified they’re going to be sacked. A few weeks later I was watching the scene where Benedict first stuck his head round the lab door and said to Martin Freeman: “The name is Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221b Baker Street.” And I thought, yes it is. But really, I realised it was going to be huge when I was on early Twitter and the show went off. When Sherlock kissed [my character] Molly I got 60,000 followers in an hour.

Louise Brealey as Molly Hooper, right, and the cast of Sherlock

TODD ANTONY/BBC

First TV show I enjoyed

Like everyone at school I was obsessed by Jim’ll Fix It. I put two letters into one envelope to double my chances. One was to ask to meet John Travolta because I’d seen him star in The Boy in the Plastic Bubble, a film in which he plays this kid that can’t step outside a little plastic tent or he’ll die. The other was asking to meet the pop star Paul Young — I figured I had a better chance with him because he was from Luton. At least I didn’t do what my brother did and write to Jimmy Savile to ask to meet Rolf Harris.

First film I saw at the cinema

The first film I saw on my own at the pictures was Stand by Me at The Point in Milton Keynes. I had seen River Phoenix in the video for Ben E King’s single on Top of the Pops and was utterly love-struck. That was it. River was the only one for me. I still think River was the great acting talent of his generation.

First time I cried at the cinema

Watership Down. That was actually the first film I saw at the cinema. At the Palace in Wellingborough, when I was five or six. It was the first time I had any clue that creatures die. I was very affected by it — I called my next rabbit Bright Eyes.

First actor I admired

Joan Greenwood in Kind Hearts and Coronets. She was the single most beautiful woman I’d ever seen — and I was fascinated by her voice. I also loved Richard Burton’s voice, mainly because he narrated The War of the Worlds, my dad’s favourite album. I wanted to marry Richard Burton so I could listen to him all day long.

First thing I did to embody my new character Deb in Such Brave Girls

I started with her voice. I wanted to use the Northamptonshire accent. It’s the land of my birth and how my whole family talks except for me because I was a scholarship kid at a posh school, and I’ve never worked in it before. And then the clothes — Deb is obsessed with being feminine, so with her costumes it’s often about the cleavage. I think of her as a wily street rat in dangly earrings.

First famous person I met

I didn’t meet anyone famous until my first proper job, which was as a film journalist. The most exciting thing to happen was to go to a film set and sit in Michael Caine’s trailer. He asked: “Would you like to marry me?” I blushed and started stammering at him. And then he politely pushed a little dish of Murray Mints in my direction and I realised that he’d actually said: “Would you like a Murray Mint?”

[thebrawlerina]

Hey! Do you have any headcannons for Buster? I’d love to hear some if you haven’t already done a post on it! :D

I haven't done a post on him! I think this might actually be the first time I've written about him on this blog.

Buster HCs

Buster was hired at the park to help manage the newly established Brawlywood area and the connecting Starr Cinema location. He was a crew member, assigned to the camera crew, though he also helps in the lights and sounds department.

Whenever the set wasn't being used, he and Fang would take over and try to do their own little things. They wouldn't touch any of the expensive equipment (so that they wouldnt get in trouble if ever something broke) and they would do their own short films and trailers.

Buster was really happy when Fang got promoted to a brawler. He wondered if he would get the same shot too, but figured that it wouldn't be the case since Fang had his cool martial arts to help him. So imagine his surprise when he did get the nomination.

A lot of the Starr Original films were based around the brawlers doing cool feats. Sometimes they needed a 'villain' to thwart. If no other brawlers or actors wanted to step up to the plate, Buster would often volunteer himself to play the villain. Even as a Brawler, he'd still try and get these gigs.

That being said, he still loves being the hero, or at least playing good-aligned characters.

Hes worked with Maisie more than Fang (outside of their little shenanigans) because they were both crew members in the cinema and the studio. he was pleasantly surprised when she became a brawler too.

Buster can and will try to insert an old action movie reference in what he does or says.

His favorite movie genre is action. Specifically old classic/vintage action movies. He doesn't really hate any particular genre, but does find romantic comedy movies a bit tedious at times.

Buster is the type to eat stuff when he feels bored. This is a trait he shares with Fang. Unfortunately for him, his metabolism isn't as fast as Fangs so he ends up chubbier than Fang.

Buster never removes his glasses. Unlike Leon, there isnt a real reason for this. He just thinks he looks cooler with them on.

As a result, Buster has a VERY prominent tan line where his Glasses normally are.

Buster isnt the best at it, but he does know basic makeup. If he ever has to go somewhere where he cant wear his glasses (fat chance) he can at least hide that embarrassing little mark.

Despite what others may think, Buster and Fang are not childhood friends. They first met working at the park, but they clicked so well together that it was as if they knew each other their whole lives.

Buster does feel a little jealous of Fang's martial art skills, but Fang is really appreciative of his own creative cinematography skills, so it sort of balances it out.

Buster is an only child but hes always wanted a little sibling. That's probably why he got so attached to Gus, and why hes so protective of the little guy.

Buster appreciates Maisie always being there to help bail them out of the things they get into, but he sometimes has to remind her that she shouldn't be constantly sticking her nose in their business. Not everything they do is gonna end up in flames, honest!

Buster is fairly sure he likes men more than women. He denies having a crush on anyone, but the way he interacts with Fang has some people questioning that thought.

[nishayuro]

I don’t know if you still take requests (especially for Stanley) but I’m a very thirsty girl and I miss my men (and I really like your writing) so I ask anyway!

So, if possible, can I have the fluffiest of fluff ? Like the more tooth rotting stuff you can think about that men ? I’ve been having specially hard days and I’d love to have some comfort.

Thanks a lot even for just reading this ! <3

Dr. Stone Stanley Snyder Fluff Headcanons

A/N: Hii! I’m so sorry this took so long T.T I saw this request back then and just started daydreaming but didn’t have energy to write. But here it is!!! I too, miss my man sooooo much

Genre: FLUFF AS FUCK

Warning: You’ll get cavities

GN!Reader

Stanley is an extremely loyal boyfriend. He’s in the military, he knows loyalty by heart. 

During his downtime in the military, he comes home to you and takes you on lots of dates

Be it indoors or outdoors, he’s got you covered

I feel like Stan is the type to bring you to a laser tag arena or an airsoft arena. He wants you to experience what a “battlefield” feels like. (He will let you win because the smile and laugh you make is enough of a win for him) 

He’s paid GOOD money, being a marine commander for an elite force, he’s the type to spoil you rotten. You want a new wardrobe? Go use his card. Want a new gadget, you already know his pin. Want to go dine at an expensive restaurant, you know where his card is. He will give you everything you want. 

I think Stanley LOVES cuddles, he’s away a lot and is rarely with you, so for the times that he is, he will just lay in bed with you in his arms as you both talk about everything you two wanna talk about.

Stanley is someone who will listen to everything you say, his attention to detail and memory is so good. You mentioned this one thing in passing and you’re shocked when he brings it up months later. 

If you’re not comfortable with his smoking, he won’t smoke when with you. He’s addicted to it, sure, but he won’t risk getting you sick. If he really needs to, he might use chewing tobacco instead. 

I think you both would get a matching tattoo together. It would be something you both designed and is meaningful to you both. 

Whenever he’s on his break, he will take you travelling for vacation. 

He’ll take you to beaches, resorts, tourist spots, and to other perfect vacation places. 

You have definitely met Xeno, Stanley introduced you to his childhood friend when he was sure that he was serious with your relationship. You would get along really well with Xeno and you both tease Stanley a lot.

Stanley would be down to wear matching outfits! You both slay so much.

We all know how attractive Stanley is, and he knows it as well. 

There will be times when someone would come up to him and flirt, he will tell them that he is in a committed relationship or will just straight up ignore them.

One time someone was getting really annoying with their flirting while you and Stanley were on a date and you went to use the bathroom. 

As soon as you arrived, he wasted no time to pull you into a deep kiss in front of the other person, making them go away from embarrassment. 

Speaking of kissing, Stanley loves kissing you! 

Be it small pecks or straight out make out sessions

Stanley also really likes skinship, mostly in private. But he doesn’t have a problem with some PDA.

Whenever he’s deployed overseas, he regularly messages and calls or video calls you whenever he has time or has access to his phone. 

He loves when you fall asleep on call with one another

Or when he’s getting ready while you fall asleep and vice versa

Overall, Stanley knows that he’s not present a lot and he wishes he could be with you more. But he loves you so much and he’s dead set to prove that to you in anyway he can. 

“C’mon babe, the movie is gonna start!” You pulled him towards the cinema, popcorn in hand and his hand in the other. “Alright love, chill. You might trip.” He replies, slowing you down. You both got in your seats and waited for the advertisements to end. You would both whisper to each other during the movie, commenting about the scenes quiet enough to not disturb the others. When the movie ended and the lights turned on, Stanley turned towards you. “You have something there” He said, pointing near your lip. “Huh?” you asked, wiping at said place. “Let me.” he said, surprising you as he leaned in and gave you a kiss on the lips while holding your chin, pulling back with a smirk on his face as he got up. “Oi! Stann, what was that for?!” you exclaimed, blood pooling to your cheeks from being flustered. “Nothin’, you were just being cute.” he answered with a smile. He took your hand in his and led you both out of the cinema. As you were walking back to the parking lot, you decided to surprise him yourself. “I love you, Stanley.” You said, looking at him and squeezing your intertwined hands. His eyes widened, ears and cheeks a light shade of pink, “heh, I love you more, y/n.” He answered back with a smile.

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Weekly Tag Wednesday ✈️ Neeeooow Edition

Thanks for the tag @deedala @energievie @sam-loves-seb @mybrainismelted @sleepyfacetoughguy @guinguin1984

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Name: Michelle

Age: Old enough to know better

Location: My bed, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket

📍where are we going? I wanna say Cape Cod, but it’s -3 there right now, so fuck that. Australia it is! 🦘

📍whats the weather like there right now? 22•C (feels like 24), according to Google

📍are you an over-packer or a light-packer? Over-packer, though I have also been known to pack 12 bras but not bring any pants… though these days I keep very detailed lists and get Ruth to double check my packing multiple times!

📍are we taking a plane or a train? If you can find me a train, I’ll take it! Hahaha but no. Neeeooow all the way! ✈️

📍early morning departure or an overnight trip? If we’re going to Australia it’s gonna be all of it. Loooong travel. I’m gonna watch so many movie and my butt is gonna go so numb!!

📍what song are you playing in the car while we drive to catch our departure?

📍we need to grab something on the way, starbucks or dunkin? Fucking Dunkin’ Donuts. The last time I was in the states we stopped at a Dunkin for donuts and were informed that they didn’t have any donuts… like, wtf? And then we found out that they are phasing out selling donuts. Like, double wtf?!? So yeah, Starbucks all the way.

📍we've made it to the transportation place 🚂✈️! be honest, are we on-time or are we rushing because we're running late? Always early. I’d rather spend an extra 3 hours in an airport McDonalds than be late for a plane. I get travel anxiety.

📍are you taking the window seat or the aisle seat? I like the aisle seat for the freedom to pee when I want, without annoying someone else! (This is gonna be everyone’s answer, isn’t it? haha)

📍we're settled in our seats, are you gonna read or watch a movie/show? Bit of both. I do like getting my money’s worth in beverages and free movies, so I try and watch and consume as many as possible. But sometimes my ears hurt from too much earbud wearing, so I switch to reading for a bit. Then back to movies!

📍what are you reading/watching? Generally all the movies I thought ‘oh, might go and see that’ in the cinema and never did. And then as we get closer to landing I will swap to a movie I know inside out, because it will inevitably cut off before I get to the end.

📍are you using wireless or wired headphones? Wired. I don’t fuck with pods.

📍are you going to take a nap or stay awake? I can sleep pretty much anywhere, but I get overtired and twitchy anxious on planes, so I’m not the best airplane sleeper.

📍do you want a salty snack or a sweet snack? Salty snack 90% of the time. However I also like bringing my own selection of snacks, so I’m not held to the whims of the airplane company! lol

📍we've arrived! are we heading straight to activities or are we gonna rest at the hotel? I actually don’t mind. I’ve gone straight from airports to restaurants, concerts, plays etc and it’s been fine. Make the most of the day you’ve got and all that. Depends on how much luggage I’ve got though.

📍finally, pick a treat to reward yourself for a travel day well done! A nice looooong sleep in a comfy bed!!!

Tagging @darlingian @too-schoolforcool @jrooc @heymacy @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @juliakayyy @crossmydna @rutherinahobbit @rereadanon @redshirt2 @crestfallercanyon @creepkinginc @captainjowl @the-rat-wins @tsuga-of-mars @ian-galagher @iansfreckles @ohkate @faejilly @palepinkgoat @sickness-health-all-that-shit @look-i-love-u @francesrose3 @vintagelacerosette @gardenerian @lynne-monstr @notherenewjersey @mickeygifs @mikhailoisbaby come travel with me 🥰

[preciadosbass]

2/8/24

woke up at aprox. 8:30 and it took me absolutely ages to get out of bed. i’ve had no need to wake up anywhere near this ‘early’ since school. i eventually got dressed and spent most of the morning being indecisive over which shirt i was going to wear. i ended up wearing my saw [2004] shirt because it’s easy to theme that with my belts and things. my mum let boris lick the lid off a yogurt and it was so cute. i wish i got it on video or something

we left at like 10:10 to go to this reptile based experience place. hopefully i’ll be able to work there part time or something soon but nobody’s sure yet because we might’ve found a college for me to go to. either way, i’d like to do both if i can squeeze it in. we were late but still saw the first animal being shown, it was a tortoise called pancake. they have really unusual names for the animals there.

there’s this guy that works there that’s very similar to me, except he’s an adult. i get really tense around him though because i wish i was him so much. he has all my dream piercings, long hair [but in a masc way], really cool tattoos, he’s really friendly, and he’s cis. i know jealousy is bad but i can’t help it when i can’t like out my life as a guy like i ache to. i wish i could keep my long [ish] hair and look like a dude. anyway, here’s a list of all the animals i saw:

[spellings/names could be wrong as i was going by ear] // greek spurthigh tortoise, bearded dragon [hes called boris like my cat, i see him everytime i go so he’s gotten used to me now, he likes to lay on me], uromastyx, pac man frog, green tree frog, blue toungued skink [i handled one of these like a week ago at another reptile experience thing], leopard gecko, acki monitor, chiliean rose tarantula, mexican red leg tarantula, salmon pink tarantula, bird eating tarantula, mexican blonde tarantula, jumping spiders, ball python, and a milk snake.

i watched the ball python eat a mouse which interesting as i’ve never seen a snake have food before. i thought the whole process [the eating process, not the digestion process] would take longer than it did. after the session ended and everyone else there left i took boris out of his enclosure and let him sit on me for a bit. everytime i see him he seems to be more comfy around me, but to be fair, i don’t think he cares who he’s with. my sister went this time, which was a change, but now she’s got it in her head that she’s getting a bearded dragon. which is definitely not happening.

after leaving we headed to the new cinema that just opened for this racing thing being hosted there. on the way there we saw those people that go around in those huge t rex costume things. continuing on talk about the racing thing, i thought it’d be like, everyone has a console and it’s connected to the screen somehow? but there was this racing chair and a steering wheel thing infront of the screen, and people took turns to speed around the track shown on the screen + computer thing infront of them. i convinced my mum and sister to try it and it was fun/funny regardless of the fact it wasn’t what any of us thought it was.

afterwards we went home and my sister insisted to show me paramore + fall out boy on fortnite [and some other bands i like] and then i went to youth club. i don’t have too much to say about it, honestly. i never do. it was the same as always, i just awkwardly sat there while everyone spoke to eachother. i listened to this history - obsessed girl called christina speak to jester about greek mythology, i didn’t understand a thing, but it was impressive that they both knew as much as they did. they went into the shop next to the club afterwards and i got sweets for my sister.

i stupidly didn’t check the packet until we were on the way back home but she’s allergic to them. so i’ve somehow got to find an excuse to not eat them, even though i want to. one sweet takes up like a quarter of the food i can eat in a day. anyway so yeah, i just sat outside checking the time every once in a while for two and a half hours. just like i said last time i talked about youth club, i wish people talked to me. i once again went in hopes that those two girls were there but they weren’t. i dont know when they attend or what they’re names are so i cant ask jester.

hopefully i’ll have some luck the next time i go, sometimes going makes me feel like i’m just being mocked about not having any friends, like, it really rubs it in my face. carrying on, i got back home and cuddled boris. i went out again at 8 something for my walk. it was already dark by the time i got into my ‘walking clothes’ so we tried walking wherever it’d be lightest. we went back over to that field where you can see london and down to the bottom where you enter another field.

i spoke about this being the longest i’ve ever tracked what i do in the days and about that ‘acquaintance’ i’ve written about previously as they’re starting to purposely stalk all of my accounts more even though i told them i like having space irl and online, and when i make private accounts it’s obvious i want them to be private. they just won’t listen, they found my twitter account where i occasionally vent and they keep on taking the mick out of me. i’m so sick of their shit.

anyway, we walked for 45-50 minutes tonight which isn’t as long as what i’d hoped but to be fair, it was my problem for not getting going sooner than what i did. because boris has been sitting at the kitchen windowsill recently, i knocked on the glass and he looked at me in the most adorable way ever through the window. when i got in inside, as you can expect, i stayed with him + cuddled him as much as i could considering how awkward he’s positioned from the kitchen chairs.

afterwards my parents went upstairs to listen to their radio programme — i watched mcr interviews + clips for an hour and a half, maybe two hours until i came up to my parents to ask the questions about boris. it took ages because my mind kept on going blank and id forget a routined thing i say everynight which was freaking me out. id gotten through all the questions apart from the last two when i realised my sister was awake. ive never asked the questions while my sisters been awake so as stupid as it sounds, this freaked me out more.

i am/was scared that itd mess up everything i’d just said to my parents as it’s a change in the routine so i speedran through the questions again. as we got to the last two questions again my mum started arguing with me and screaming at me. i completely get her frustration, i know i’m really, especially annoying when it comes to my ‘compulsions’ and i know that she was tired, but she kept on screaming directly into my ear even though i was already hyperventilating over boris being not okay despite me telling her my ears hurt. like i was kind of saying, i don’t blame her though.

i wish i could be a better child to them. once i forced myself to end the questions i went downstairs and sat with boris for 30/40 minutes while i ate yogurt. he was purring the whole time, i hope it was the happy type of purr. i went to do my teeth and came back to say goodnight to boris at like 2. i was so exhausted i even forgot parts of my goodnight routine i say to boris which i have never done and never thought i would do.

i know he dosent understand most of what i say [probably] but i told him that it was just because in knackered because that was the case and i don’t want him thinking i care about him/love him less because of my forgetfulness. i don’t know how to explain it, but i didn’t forget it, i just couldn’t remember it. because i knew what i wanted to say but i didn’t know what order to put it in. i said what i thought was closest, fed him and got into bed at 2:50. i then typed out all the different versions of what i think that sentence was supposed to be and i’m pretty sure i’ve worked out what phrases are right/wrong. actually went to sleep at 3:30.

have a good day/night -_<

[buckyownsmylife]

Wildest Dreams (actor!old man!Steve x reader smut)

The one where Steve’s an actor, you’re an actress and the two of you definitely shouldn’t be a thing.

Warnings: smut, infidelity, mentioned height difference, name-calling, dirty talk, considerable age gap, daddy kink, breeding kink

Word count: 1.4k

Steve’s P.O.V.

I watched her from a distance, undeniable hunger in my eyes. I was old enough to the game to recognize my time had passed - in more ways than just one. We were nearing the end of the evening and all of the awards and all of the praise (both warranted and not) had been properly distributed. Now, it was time to celebrate.

No one expected me to be there. This was something the younger stars enjoyed - the drinking and the dancing (if it could even be called that at all). But I had a reason to be there, a goal to achieve. Someone I was more than eager to see.

“Well, don’t you look stunning?” I licked my lips as my eyes trailed up her body, taking notice of every inch of exposed skin that slit in her dress teased me with. She turned her head to both sides before finally being able to identify me, but once she did, that familiar smirk spread across those deliciously plump lips of hers.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” she admitted, approaching to give me an amicable kiss on the cheek with her hands on my shoulders. Only the heels she was wearing allowed to bypass the difference in height between the two of us.

I seized her by the waist before she could pull away.

“You know I’d never waste the chance to be buried deep inside your pussy, doll. You know, back in my day, only whores dressed like this.” Despite how loud the party was, I heard her breath hitch perfectly. I felt her muscles tense underneath the silk she wore because I was waiting for it, anticipating her reaction.

I was not disappointed by it, but what followed next did put a hamper in my spirits.

“There they are!”A friendly voice I did not wish to hear interrupted us. “The best father-daughter duo known to modern cinema!” Perhaps I should have cringed, or felt even the tiniest bit of remorse at the reminder that the woman I still had in my arms was young enough to be my daughter - and that was the part she had played in the movie that forever bonded us together, in the public eyes and in our private lives.

Alas,  I couldn’t. Not when she was giggling so sweetly, turning to face the man but remaining by my side. Not when all throughout the long, tiresome minutes of idle conversation we entertained with the actor, she kept looking at me from under her eyelashes, biting her lower lip in poorly-hidden desire.

Let him see us for what we weren’t. It helped our plans for the evening.

“Okay, Parker,” I chuckled, trying to make the boy realize he had overstayed his welcome. “I need to speak with this beauty over here if you’ll excuse us…” My hand was strategically placed on her lower back as I directed her away from the party, closer to the hallway that granted us access to this floor of the hotel where everyone had gathered to celebrate the ceremony.

Parker leaned his head, obviously not happy about having to watch her leave with me, but let us go. I had no doubt he wished he was the one leading her away from the party, but if the hope was still present in his soul, it’d be crushed by the end of the evening.

There was no way she was coming back to the party.

The second I had her in a locked hotel room, she was on her knees, reaching for my belt. “Remember when you were no one?” I asked, brushing her hair away as she got to work on my dick. “Now everyone wants to either be with you or in you.”

“But only I can, isn’t that right?” She just nodded, mouth still dutifully working my member as I groaned, fisting her hair to pull her up once she got me nice and wet. “Yeah, that’s right.” I grinned, hand slipping between her thighs to collect the evidence of her arousal. It turned me on so much that she always was prepared for me, even when she didn’t expect to see me.

I certainly didn’t think I could still make anyone horny just by laying their eyes on me, and here she was, proving me wrong.

“Tell me, darling… Did I get you this wet?” She whined on my arms, hips searching for more as I penetrated her with two of my fingers. Her nod had my smirk widening, my grip on her hips tightening as I pulled her closer and continued the onslaught against that tight hole I knew all too well.

“Do you want me?” I asked, just because I could. Just because I wanted to hear her say it. Another nod was my answer, but I wasn’t satisfied with it anymore. “Then beg for it,” I announced. “Beg me for my touch.”

And she did. She got up on her tiptoes and moaned for me. “Please, daddy, please… You know how much I love your cock. It’s been so long since I felt it inside of me… Will you please split me open on your dick?”

There was nothing slow about the way I fucked her that evening. Maybe it was the time and place - I couldn’t very well take my time with it, as much as I wanted to - but I was much more willing to bet on the fact that she was right - it’d been too long since we’d been together. 

There was too much fire to let burn. I had enough of sweet and gentle back home. When I was with her, I could truly let go and be who I was: a good-for-nothing, son of a gun.

“You know I love fucking you every time I can…” I groaned against her ear as I grinded our bodies together, the friction no doubt sending sparks down her clit.

“Well, you don’t do it enough,” she bit back, making me laugh. It was only once she had my dick inside of her that her bratty side made itself known. And I loved it. “Have you got no shame?” She asked breathlessly, as I squeezed her ass and hummed to let her know I’d heard the question, even though I already knew the answer.

Not when it comes to her, I didn’t.

“Your wife’s at home, a kid on her hips and another in her belly…” She tried to taint the moment we were sharing, but I wouldn’t have it.

“And I’m in heaven, so how could I worry about anything else?” She laughed at that, reminding me again why she was my perfect match, and I upped the movements as I pounded her pussy with 

“Doesn’t this feel good?” I panted against her cheek, slapping her ass when she didn’t answer me in time. “Tell me.”

“Yes, it does, daddy.”

“There you go.” I squeezed her ass in appreciation this time. “Was that so hard? Fuck, this feels so good…” I had to cover her mouth with my hand as she came around me, shushing her in the hopes of getting her to silent down on her moans, even though I wanted to hear all of them.

It wasn’t the time or the place.

“What are you doing, huh?” I fucked her even harder, with punishing thrusts as I kept one hand over her lips. “Do you want everyone to find out about us? That the old man fucks you every chance that he gets?”

Her grumbled moan sounded too much like a yes, and it had me emptying my load inside of her with such vigour I couldn’t even open my eyes for a few seconds afterwards.

Perhaps tonight was the night I’d finally impregnate her.

Images of her with a child that was undeniably mine on her hips kept me hard, so instead of letting her go, I grabbed her hips and kept her still.

“Stay right there…” I whispered against her neck, pressing a few kisses here and there just to see goosebumps appear on her skin. “We still have hours until I’m supposed to be home…”

At the end of the day, one thing I knew to be true: only she could get me this hard.

[pinkacademic]

Solo Dates, Friend Dates, and Group Outings

Aka, how I’m making the most of my three trips to the Barbie Movie

I’m going to see Barbie at the cinema three times this month, once just me and my notebook, once with a group of friends, and once with my bestie! Thought I’d take the op to talk about the differences between my plans and how to make the most of all kinds of outing, as well as how I’m Barbie-fying every trip!

Solo Dates

We don’t solo date enough! People tend to save all their energy on going out with freinds or a significant other, but what if you’re the only Barbie girl in your friend group? Go alone! I’ve been to concerts alone, I’ve been to the cinema alone, and I will assuage your fears- no one is looking at you! Treat yourself to a little ticket, maybe some popcorn that you DON’T HAVE TO SHARE! I’m still doing all the trimmings with a pink slushie and some cinema snacks, armed also with the knowledge that its all to myself. Never forget to treat yourselves!

I plan on going in full Barbiecore every single trip, and for my solo adventure I‘m doing a Princess Charm School moment.

Friend Dates

My bestie and I have the coolest trip planned! Both of us have significant others, but we’re spending this time together, and we’re putting just as much effort into this as we would a date, because that’s friendship! There’s a cool cinema in our city that combines a cinema and a bar/restaurant, and you can dine in the theatre!

And yes, we’ll be co-ordinating our pink ‘fits!

Group Outings

We planned the pizza before we had the tickets bought. We planned our outfits right after. We have a gradient of Barbies and Kens going- this was planned in detail! The plan is cinema, pizza, back home for a kitchen dance party, all in colour co-ordinated outfits inspired by Barbie.

I guess my point here is that it doesn’t have to be expensive to be fun because half of our night is just going to be in the kitchen.

My partner has a shirt like Ken’s in the trailer, I have a Barbie graphic top, our friend is wearing the pinkest of ‘fits, and I can’t wait to take photos!