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okay so I didn’t have the motivation to do Appreciation Week at first, but seeing @yonpote do it all in one day has inspired me so let’s do it! (but with screenshots and stuff bc Yeah LMAO)

for @dpgdaily’s Dan and Phil Appreciation Week!

post is under a break so that it doesn’t just break tumblr

Day 1 - Favourite Dan and/or Phil quote:

the entire opening from the pinof 7 bloopers is hilarious but by far one of my favourite quotes (one that has continually haunted me since 2016, when I watched it for the first time) is:

D: Stand still!

P: Stencil!

D: … I’m gonna hit you. [laughs] Shut up!

I quote this weirdly often in my fics. In fact, I’m pretty sure two of my recent published fics use it as a reference. I didn’t realise until now that I was partially misquoting it XD

I also can’t not mention, from Basically I’m Gay (the entire part from when Dan starts talking about Phil is linked, quote starts about twenty seconds later):

D: We are real best friends, companions through life, like actual soulmates […]

maybe he was trying to be ironic, but there’s something intensely poetic about his body language when he describes them as actual soulmates

I’m obsessed with it, but in like the way people don’t shut up about Pride and Prejudice, maybe, idk I’m just bisexual and hoping that I get half as lucky as the boys have

there are many more moments tbh I could say LMAO

Day 2 - Favourite Dan and Phil Series:

OUGHHHHH THIS ONE IS ACTUALLY REALLY DIFFICULT—

what is now called Season 1 of the Sims 4 and the Undertale playthrough are VERY close contenders, but I think my favourite series is actually the DITLs! (there’s no playlist for this one rip)

you can easily split them into two or three sections (depending on if you count any of The Making Of videos for TABINOF, the calendars, or the prep for II as DITLs), and each section has something wonderful to enjoy!

the ‘local’ DITLs (Manchester and London) are incredibly domestic, with the boys just going about a semi-typical day, and the Festive DITL honestly just turns that up to a hundred, I love the domestic ones so much

the ‘holiday’ ones too (Japan and Australia) are also super fun, because we get to see the boys doing silly touristy things like holding koalas or hanging around one of the busiest intersections in Tokyo (I also keep hearing conspiracies about the Australian one LMAO)

the ‘making of’ videos are their own unique source of slice-of-life entertainment, because They’re Getting Important Stuff Done but they’re making it entertaining for us too

my favourites are the original DITL and Festive DITL <3

Day 3 - Favourite Dan and/or Phil Outfit:

used @phanoutfitsblog’s screenshots for most of these, with the exception of Dan’s initial look in the baking video (also I’d be lying if I said that Sister Daniel wasn’t high up on this list hhhh)

can Phil stop being pretty for FIVE MINUTES JEEZ— it’s actually incredibly difficult to pin down favourite outfits for him bc he just. Keeps. On. WINNING.

his red shirt in the red carpet roasting video is probably the most iconic so far but it could really have been literally any other outfit he’s worn in the last several years

and Dan’s no slouch, either! this man is gorgeous and he ROCKS it! he wore this particular shirt (?) to an interview (or at least it was framed like one) and he looks INCREDIBLE in it but I can’t remember where I found the other screenshot so I won’t post it lmao

his initial appearance in the Halloween baking video before he changes into Sister Daniel is also equally pretty bc of the makeup and honestly? gimme your gender Howell

other honourable mentions include a recent magazine shoot that I’ve forgotten the name of (some phan I am LMAO, shame on me for only remembering the pink), and his dystopia motorcycle twink shirt from the red carpet video

Day 4 - Favourite Joint Content

oooh, difficult question, that’s like choosing a favourite child! still, the answer to this one is a lot simpler than Day 5 below, because it’s the original PINOF, as well as the photobooth challenge!

while PINOF wasn’t my initial introduction to the boys (that goes to the Sims 4), it’s one of the earliest things I watched of them, and almost certainly what got me to stick with them! (along with the Sims 4… LMAO)

Dan says he was being ironic when he said ‘this is the most fun I’ve ever had, and maybe it’s the tism kicking in, but he doesn’t sound sarcastic or ironic when he says that

it’s pretty clear from the get go that they’re two boys (boys in love, even) making a silly video, having absolutely zero idea that it’s going to change the world <3

the pb challenge, meanwhile, is just incredibly funny, I remember almost hurting myself from laughing so hard the first time I watched it XD it hasn’t aged perfectly, but that’s most things from ten years ago

the honourable mentions list is VERY long so I won’t put all of them here LMAO, but the Get Down video is one of them XD

Day 5- Favourite DanAndPhilGames video

oooh, another difficult question, here, because more often than not, the answer is yes! I could say the Halloween baking video one day, and the Katamari video the next, and one of the Sims 4 building videos because I’m a sucker for renovations (also, the GAY WEDDING and the RETURN in general!), and honestly there’s so many videos I’ve forgotten over the years (LOVE NIKKI!) but I think I’m gonna say the finale of Undertale!

it makes me cry every time I rewatch the series, and it’s such a beautiful story, and yeah I’m a mess just thinking about it, because the fact that they chose to be pacifists from the get go is one of the genuinely sweetest things I can think of

Day 6 - Favourite Solo Video(s)

oh no I don’t actually know how to fully answer for Dan, but at a guess… yeah who am I kidding, it’s BIG and We’re All Doomed! :D (yes I know WAD! isn’t a video (yet, hopefully) but it overrides literally everything else bc I loved that night so much)

BIG, as a queer person, is just honestly so incredibly important to me, because being able to listen to other queer people — very successful ones, too — and how they’ve struggled in ways I’ve been fortunate to have never suffered, and how they overcame it all, and are still dealing with it to this day? yeah I’m still so proud of Dan for it all, he deserves the life he’s made for himself <3

WAD is in a similar vein to this, but with the addition of me being able to actually MEET Dan and then watch him on STAGE as he did his comedy show! I made him laugh with a joke about Australian summer being hell, and that’s probably one of the best things that has ever happened to me <3

honourable mention goes to his Keep On Movin’ video, bc that’s just damn impressive

Phil, meanwhile… I have so many videos to choose from, and while Coming Out To You carries the same importance as BIG, if not more since I watch it more (I love them equally, but COTY is only eight minutes long okay), I am actually struggling to choose a favourite outside of it!

mostly because all my favourite Phil videos… are joint content videos!

that being said, his fourth ACNH video is incredibly sweet, and I think I might go rewatch the series!

also his house review videos (the apartment one and the expensive house one) are pretty iconic

AND the sleepless night series— can you see why I’m struggling? :’D

Day 7 - What do Dan and Phil mean to you?

(oh god I am so sorry for this monster)

I don’t remember 2016 being a particularly rough year for me, despite the many star-studded losses (rip Anton Yelchin especially), and maybe it would’ve been that way even if I hadn’t found Dan and Phil, but finding them at what could be considered their initial peak of fame was probably one of the best things that could have happened to me, because I was just a year into my experiences with internet fandom, and what better way to do that than get yeeted into the chaotic world of two British dorks on the net that everyone and their cat shipped?

I may have missed out on the radio shows, sure, and I missed out on pretty much every YouNow and Rize show and whatnot because I’m a goose, but I came into the fandom just in time to see TATINOF live, even though I couldn’t get a meet and greet ;w; one day I’ll catch Phil

I distinctly remember being at the Gold Coast Eisteddfod, which was an hour south of Brisbane, on the same night as TATINOF, and absolutely booking it back with my mum to Brisbane, stressing the entire way even as we got McDonalds and I got changed out of what was either my school uniform or my performance uniform (I can’t remember) into something more normal for a night at QPAC

and yet, once I was there, I had probably one of the best nights of my life, because TATINOF, in my opinion, is the best thing the boys have ever done on stages (II and WAD! are very close tho don’t get me wrong)

someone helped me draw cat whiskers on my face, I remember chatting happily to other phannies around me (what about, I have long forgotten), and I remember how loud it was, and how much I didn’t mind that, for the first time in my life

I bought more merch at II and WAD!, because I was either given more money or I actually had money to spend since I got my job by WAD!, but, even when disappointed by the fact that I couldn’t afford much, I have cherished my TATINOF lanyard since that fateful night in August 2015, because it symbolises just how much I love the two gay dorks who are now two of my biggest queer role models

the fact that they chose us over fame and fortune in the entertainment industry? I’m so grateful for that, because it means, even though we gave them utter hell (I wasn’t quite one of them, but I probably did a few minor demon things as a teen LMAO), they cared, and still care, about us, the audience

this is getting SO long and waffly, oh my GOD, this is why my current fic is eleven k long already, uhhhh tl;dr they’re weird and queer (affectionate), I’m weird and queer, and I am so glad I found them, because having them in my life is one of the best things that’s ever happened to me, down to graduating from high school and university and having their videos to watch <3

okay that’s enough sappiness this took me like three or four hours love y’all <3

thanks @dpgdaily for hosting!!!!

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ZHOU SHEN: UNCONDITIONAL SURVIVAL

translated from 《人物》 magazine, part 3 of 5 | previous post

Prying Himself Open 

Before Singer 2020, many people's impression of Zhou Shen was that he had a translucent voice but weak stage presence – by all appearances not a performance-type singer. At one point, he'd almost gotten used to going on "one-time trips" to various music programmes; many shows were willing to invite such a singer to appear on their stages, because he had a "one-trick wonder", but weren't willing to have him stay for good. After all, what could a singer like him bring to the table, aside from making an appearance onstage to demonstrate his unique voice?

For the longest time, Zhou Shen didn't in fact feel that his voice was a gift from fate. He'd been the lead singer in his elementary school choir; his peers' voices began to change one after another, but his did not. "You wouldn't feel that it was a talent or a gift, only question why you were so different from everyone else." Zhou Shen said: "Music was just like a toy to me, back then."

Getting a toy could allow someone to escape from the loneliness of reality, and briefly gain joy and freedom, but it had no bearing on the acknowledgement of that person's value. After graduating from high school, Zhou Shen followed his parents' suggestion to study medicine in Ukraine, but the twin obstacles of language and challenging specialisation courses left him no choice but to give up. With the previous money and time gone to waste, Zhou Shen now saw studying music as a "road of very last resort"; perhaps after completing his studies, he could at least become a music teacher.

But just when he'd risked it all on this last option of transferring to Ukraine's Mykola Lysenko Lviv National Music Academy, Zhou Shen lost his voice, having developed vocal cord nodules; in a sentence of five words his voice would crack on three of them. "The utter helplessness of that, to lose your voice just after transferring to a conservatory – it was such a terrifying thing."

In those difficult times, he started re-listening to the songs he'd sung on livestreams under the nickname of Kabule. "Wow, Kabule, you really didn't have the faintest idea what a good talent you had, you didn't know that your singing was actually good."

Over half a year later, the vocal nodules resolved, and Zhou Shen could sing once more. "Back then I felt like I'd been let off the hook." He started to acknowledge that the voice he'd lost and regained was something precious, at least to himself. To other people, though? Zhou Shen couldn't be certain; over the years, he'd received both dismissal and praise in equal measure, and even when he reiterated that he was singing in none other than his original voice, many people still unconsciously classified him as singing in a woman's voice. "I too had asked myself, if my voice were to be in a woman's body, would people find it good?"

Zhou Shen received a chance to test this. In 2016, he participated in Mask Singer, a show that required singers to perform anonymously while completely dressed up to hide their true identity. The show staff provided him a mask, a wig, a pair of heels, and a tulle dress. In wanting to prove that he wasn't singing as a woman, Zhou Shen instead had to first dress himself up as a doll-like girl. During the makeup session, he had the makeup artist conceal the mole on his neck, out of worry that his mother would recognise him on the television and be upset.

As expected, this was yet another show that he didn't make it to the end for, but Zhou Shen felt this to be a rare chance, to be able to see the audience's purely objective judgement of his voice. "I saw a lot of comments saying that 'This voice is so nice', wow, I felt really great, I felt that this was the most direct judgement and the one I liked most. It came with not a single clause attached."

As told by the Zhou Shen of today, the whole process sounds like nothing more than an interesting anecdote. He can recount the predicaments of his past self with delightfully witty charm. Back then, when singing onstage, he had no thoughts to spare for expressiveness and all that – the only thing he hoped for was not to be so nervous he shook. He gives a colourful re-enactment of the first time he'd sung at a major gala, when he was so nervous his voice cracked; someone in the audience immediately raised their eyebrow, and he noticed this right away while standing onstage. It's told now in light self-mockery, but he will always remember these moments.

Those friends around him understood that Zhou Shen was then in a state of constant self-belittlement, and the words he spoke were most often of his own faults and shortcomings. Such things were always happening, to the point where his friends got mad enough to start counting at him: "Say that again and we'll fine you 500 yuan." If they'd really executed it by this standard, Zhou Shen would've had to pay hefty amounts to his friends each day back then.

Zhou Shen too knew that this wasn't good, but he never could change it. He was always engulfed in some feeling of indebtedness. Yin Yue said to him: "Open that clam shell of yours and take a look – what you have in your embrace is a luminous pearl, at least spare a good look at it."

What eventually helped him open himself up was still also that sense of indebtedness. When Zhou Shen first started participating in variety shows, "in one entire episode I could say maybe just three words – 'yes, what? Oh!' Back then I thought that was so great of me, and I wasn't interrupting everyone's flow either, I was really being such a polite kid." But later on, Zhou Shen realised that perhaps he was letting down those seniors who'd given him these opportunities; to have everyone gathered to record a show and yet not saying anything himself, that was a waste of the lighting, a waste of the stage design, a waste of everyone else's efforts.

He came to understand that expressing himself turned out to be a kind of responsibility, too.

He started trying to pry his own clam shell open. Each time he went to record a show, he would spend ages psyching himself up: "You've got to say two sentences today, I'm not asking for much, just two lines."

When it came down to it, he wished not to disappoint the trust of others, and longed eagerly to be seen. One most crucial point came when he participated in Mask Singer again in 2018. From his place among the panel of judges, Da Zhangwei recognised Zhou Shen under the layers of mask and disguise, and cried: "Zhou Shen, how are you not popular yet!"

In that moment Zhou Shen felt like he'd been struck. It was as if he could finally be sure that the light of that pearl in his embrace was indeed visible to others. "Those words Da Zhangwei-laoshi said to me made me even more determined to pry myself open, and work hard to ensure I could remain on the stage."

The transformation has not just been onstage, either. Over these recent years, Zhou Shen has completed a process of expanding his own capacity. In the earliest days he'd had a very weak constitution. He'd often fall ill or catch colds, and each time he finished recording a show, he would feel incredibly exhausted. Pulling up his chat app history and searching for the word "sleep-deprived" yields a list far too long to scroll to the bottom of.

Zhou Shen has also gone from the quietest person on any show to the most talkative one; being particularly mindful of each show's entertainment value, he worries about awkward silences, and will go against his innate personality to enliven the atmosphere like a catfish. As his schedule started becoming busier and busier yet, he fell ill less often instead, growing full of energy and vigour, as if even his very constitution had changed. A friend said that it was like he'd turned from glass to tempered glass over these few years – still appearing as clearly transparent as ever from the outside, but in reality able to handle far more intensity and pressure than he once could. "Always not knowing what he wants to do"; perhaps nothing fundamental has changed on this point, but Zhou Shen knows there will never be that one day when he's fully prepared.

Not knowing what he wants to do, and yet needing to do it anyway.

#THANK YOU DA-LAOSHI!!!!!!! who is also great and incredibly likeable for other reasons but Also this #zhou shen #周深 #long post #10000000000/10 just incredibly relatable #the world is not a kind place to introverts..........

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Customization options are no stranger to the Borderlands franchise - from customizing your Vault Hunter’s appearance using Skins, Heads, and Colors, changing the look of your Runner, Technical, or Cyclone, and even popping your favorite Trinket onto your favorite gun while mowing down enemies.

However, Tiny Tina’s Wonderlands takes this many steps further, allowing Fatemakers to go as far as to customize their character’s body types, height, facial features, hairstyles, makeup, attire, and much, much more!

"As far as finding the fun during development, a lot of it comes from player choice," says Ian Childs, Lead System Designer on Tiny Tina's Wonderlands. "Everybody wants to make important choices about their character or their playstyle, and really see themselves and their choices reflected in the game."

Craft your character from scratch, pick from presets, or completely randomize your appearance! As well, you may choose what Personality your Fatemaker has: Gallant, Clever, Gruff, or Strange. Your choice of Personality determines what banter your Fatemaker will have on your Bunkers & Badasses adventure, from bold to downright bizarre. Each Personality has two different voice options to choose from, and you can alter the pitch of the voice to best suit your character.

"We have personalities that are not tied to any one body type, gender, past—anything like that, so it was a very different kind of challenge to create voices that still felt unique," says Sam Winkler, Lead Writer on Tiny Tina's Wonderlands.

Want a change?

Well, at any Quick Change Kiosk, you can completely reshape your Fatemaker’s appearance!

“...We allow you to alter the core aspects your character at any time, including body type, personality, and pronoun."

Introducing Slider Overdrive Mode!

Want to really test the limits of what abomination you can create? By activating Slider Overdrive Mode, you can turn those Sliders all the way up when creating your character! Do you want giant noses that clip into giant lips? One eye that is rotated the completely opposite direction of the other? How about a helmet that clips through a mask? This is multi-stop shop for you to enjoy!

“...That's funny, and funny is fun. And in a world like the Wonderlands, driven by Tina, that feels very much in line with the theme of the game.”

What else can there be?

Well, Emotes make a return from Borderlands 3 alongside Banners - another highly customizable item. Whenever you choose an Emote in Tiny Tina’s Wonderlands, your Banner will be there right beside you, and may be used to mark where you’ve saved the day across the Wonderlands. For example, when beating dungeons, your Banner will appear at the location in the Overworld, showing you have completed and conquered it.

When creating your perfect Banner, you have the option to change its shape, pattern, icon, and color! As you progress through the game, more options become available to customize it to your heart’s content!

Not enough? Well, what about statues?

When you have accomplished a couple deeds worth commemorating, your Fatemaker will be immortalized throughout Brighthoof. Created from a variety of materials, such as carved wood, classic marble, and radiant crystal, these statues are found everywhere.

"It's not just one statue—they're all over the place to celebrate you," says Ian. "...It's nice to see yourself reflected in the world, and that's what creator creation and banner creation and hero statues are all about."

In short,

Character creation became more involved, with players able to choose their Fatemaker’s body type, hairstyle, pronouns, and personality! These can be changed at any time at a Quick-Change Kiosk!

Banners are not just for flair. They also serve a function of reminding you which dungeons you have conquered - and which have left to be plundered.

As your deeds are told across the Wonderlands, statues will be erected in celebration! These can be made from simple carving wood to the most gorgeous precious crystals!

More information may be found here.

#Borderlands #Tiny Tina's Wonderlands #Character Creation #Customization

[existslikepristin]

Definitely Real Medicine

More backlog from AFF: https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1470220/definitely-real-medicine

Tags: TheLounge, G-Idle, Yuqi, maleOC"you", blowjob, Yuqi's beautiful overconfidence, cum is not medicine people

~~~~~

Yuqi texted you that she’d woken up much earlier than she should have that morning. Her voice was still hoarse from her sleep, even by noon, when you met up with her at G-IDLE’s dorm.

You had wandered into the dining room to see her sitting at the table, sipping tea from a mug and slowly filling out a sudoku puzzle. She was dressed in loose, robe-style pajamas. The makeup she wore to the party she texted you from the previous night was still smudged on her face, and her long, dark brown hair was in a messy ponytail. You could tell she was having a rough time by the way she squinted at the paper.

Yuqi stretched when you called out to her, further smudging her makeup as she rubbed the back of her hand against her eyes and yawned. She opened her arms to you, and you sat down beside her with your arms around her neck, teasing her by playing with her hair and lightly pulling on it. She moaned softly, then suddenly pushed you away. Your confusion dissolved as she turned her head to the side and started coughing like her throat was made of sandpaper.

When she stopped a few seconds later, she turned to you with a pouty face. "I’m pretty sure I’m getting sick, sorry. I wasn’t expecting to ruin our lunch plans."

“Awww. I thought Yuqi Power made you invincible.” You hugged her again.

Yuqi hissed her annoyance and gave you a threatening glare, but quickly changed her demeanor back to a happy, albeit miserable-looking one. “You want me to get you sick too?” She took a deep breath as if she was going to cough directly in your face.

You let her go and recoiled back, but she just laughed. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I won’t really get you sick. Intentionally. But, uh… you’ll want to wash your hands.”

She grabbed one of your hands and pulled it to her mouth. There, she started sucking on your fingers.

"See? This is very good for your throat," Yuqi said, slightly muffled. "I’m out of medicine, but I can do this."

"Yeah, I don't think that’s..." You trailed off, unable to continue speaking when she started licking the flesh between your thumb and pointer finger.

She looked up at you for a moment. "Nah. It’s definitely good to suck on things when you have a sore throat like this. What do you think they make lozenges for? You know what would be really good though? Sucking your cock."

Your eyes shot wide open. Sex definitely isn’t the first thing on your mind whenever you’re sick, but Yuqi is a unique kind of person.

“Oh yeah? Would it really?” You smiled as she kept her eyes locked with yours.

Yuqi scooted her chair back and slid off, to land on her knees, and between yours.

She groaned. "I honestly just want to stick my tongue in your mouth, but I can’t right now. This sucks so much." She pouted and grabbed at your pants pockets to tug at them.

You rolled your eyes to reveal your sarcasm. "Okay, I’ll let you suck my dick to help your throat feel better."

“Perfect!” Yuqi bounced on her heels. “Off with your pants, please!”

You pushed your chair back so that you could stand up and do as she says. Your dick was already hard from the finger sucking, and now floated above her head. Her robe-pajamas fell to the floor around her as she wiggled the shoulders off.

Sat back down on the chair, Yuqi coughed a few times off to the side, but then lay her cheek against your inner thigh. This was something she’d done before, and you took the hint, stroking her other cheek with your thumb. She purred with contentment, but the tone was even lower than normal. You wondered if she should really be giving you a blowjob if her throat was feeling so bad, but you knew Yuqi’s mind was impossible to change.

After a few moments, Yuqi picked her head back up and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out and inching toward you.

You couldn’t articulate words for a second when she wrapped her lips around your cock. When you regained your senses, you said, "How come you're the one that's sick, but I'm the one getting spoiled here?"

She momentarily pulled her mouth away, using her hand to stroke you slowly.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about! This is all for my benefit. My throat is going to feel fantastic after this!" She flicked the tip of your dick with her tongue before continuing her probably-misguided medical treatment.

Chuckling, you pulled her hair a little, not to take her further onto your shaft, but just as a light tease. She moaned onto you, almost making you shudder from the vibrations it sent through you. Her enthusiasm was contagious as she pushed herself deeper and faster, continuing to use her tongue to stroke you inside her hot mouth.

You put your hands on her shoulders, hoping that a less than obvious massage will actually do her a little bit more good than a blowjob. But she’s obviously committed to giving herself some respite in her own way.

But you had to admit, it was some good respite she was giving. You couldn't decide if you should have her finish you off, or take her elsewhere for a ride on the couch or her bed. You figured you'd wait it out and see if she had anything to say about either option. You were pulled from the vivid image of your potential future plan when she took you all the way into her mouth and held you there, still stroking whatever her tongue could reach with its movement restricted because you were filling her mouth and throat.

"Yuqi, that feels so good." You groaned, trying not to buck your hips up into her face. Her eyes twinkled as she looked up at you, and she didn't stop for an instant.

"If you plan on continuing,” you say with a bit of a struggle, “I hope you're of the opinion that swallowing will be good for your throat too, otherwise you better get yourself on top of me."

She slowed down her motions, but didn't stop. You sighed and looked up at the ceiling, both in anticipation and frustration. You weren't entirely sure what that answer meant, but you were comfortable knowing you'd be coming deep inside her throat shortly.

Yuqi’s mouth continued to move more and more slowly, but she didn't decrease the depth or enthusiasm with which she moved her head back and forth, swallowing the entire length of your cock each time before pulling away, her tongue still swirling around inside her mouth as she sucked.

You looked down to catch her eye again, and saw in her pleading eyes how desperately she wanted this, whatever it really was. You were just about ready to come, and that look she gave you really did you in.

"Soon," you muttered.

The corners of Yuqi’s mouth curled up as much as they could, wrapped around you. She hummed as she continued at her slow, steady pace. The amazing sensations of her mouth wrapped around your cock made you start to twitch. You couldn’t hold out any longer.

You erupted into her mouth, jizz surging up and between her lips. She giggled, muffled, as she locked her lips in place, using her tongue to keep stimulating you as you came. Not a single drop escaped her as she attempted to draw every last bit out of your balls.

Eventually it stopped, and you leaned your head back. “Well, happy now Yuqi?”

She gulped loudly before she spoke again. “Yup! I can already tell that I’m feeling b--”

Suddenly, she broke out into another coughing fit. You bent over her and slowly rubbed her back as she got it out of her system.

“Okay, I lied,” she said sheepishly.

You chuckled and helped her stand up, allowing yourself a look up and down her completely nude body that you hadn’t had the chance to spend any time to appreciate while she was between your legs. But you lifted her pajamas back up around her shoulders and tied the belt around her waist without feeling too bad about it.

“It’s all good Yuqi. I’m not going to complain about everything that just happened. In fact, I feel a little indebted. Can I at least make you some soup?”

Yuqi pressed her face up against your chest, hands wrapped around your waist. “Will you tuck me in and feed it to me in bed?”

“How could I say no to someone and something that adorable?”

#gidle smut #yuqi #male reader insert #kpop smut

[kingexpl0sionmurder]

Date The Hell Out Of You - Kaminari Denki

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder​ Pairing: Kaminari Denki/F!Reader Rating: 16+ (Fluff) Words:  1,575 Warnings: I have opinions about comic books so don’t come at me. I think it’s a very mild argument anyway so it shouldn’t be a big deal, but if you feel offended pls know it wasn’t my intention to bash on Batman lol. AN: Hellooo here is my contribution to this months bnharem collab! The theme is Co-Workers and I just wanted Denki and a bookstore so you get this short and fluffy little thing. You’re welcome! Please check the masterlist below for everyone else’s works and heed each pieces warnings before you dive in!

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“You cannot sit there and tell me that you think Batman is better than Iron Man. I refuse to believe it.” You huffed, crossing your arms across your chest and glaring daggers at his best friend.

This had become like a routine to Kaminari, ever since he’d started working at the bookstore, which had been almost a year ago.

He took his lunch break at the same time most days, anxiously hoping you had a break at the same time as well. It wasn’t because he thought you were cute (he totally did, honestly), he just enjoyed your company. You had some loud and unique opinions on a lot of things, and he was thoroughly entertained when you went off like this. 

“Well they’re both billionaires with no special powers, just a lot of cool gadgets, right?” Sero pointed out, leaning back in his chair with his arms folded behind his head, his bento sitting forgotten on the table.

“You’re right. But Tony Stark has a sense of humor. Batman is such a stick in the mud.” You made a face from your spot across from them, your chopsticks resting over your cup noodles, the utensil keeping the lid closed so they would cook. 

“Yeah, but in terms of physical strength, Bruce Wayne has got Tony beat.” Sero sat forward, picking up his chopsticks again. “Tony relies on his tech. In a hand to hand fight, Batman wins every time.”

“Tony is smarter, though.” You sighed. “Look, do I need to direct you to read the Civil War series? It’s only like 7 issues. I can lend them to you.”

“It’s got Spider-Man in it.” Kaminari supplied helpfully. “He’s your favorite.”

Sero chuckled. “Yeah, okay. Maybe it’ll change my mind.”

“Trust me. Batman is lame, he’s got some interesting villains though.” You finally moved to eat your ramen. “What about you, Kaminari? Any opinions?”

Shrugging, he finished off the last bit of rice in his bento. “I don’t know, I’m not huge into comic books. I like Deadpool, though.”

“That’s so on brand.” Sero chuckled. “He’s a ridiculous dumbass, just like you.”

“Hey!”

“Listen, Deadpool is probably one of the funniest antiheroes. He breaks the fourth wall so often, it’s my favorite thing.” You grinned at him. “I think it’s a perfect choice.”

Kaminari could feel the blush creeping up his neck at your words. You thought he was funny. “Thanks, Y/N.”

Clearing his throat, Sero stood up. “My break’s over. Can you check on the YA section when you’re back on, Kami? Some kids were in here earlier and I think they moved all the Twilight books around.” His teasing grin told him that Sero had not missed the way he’d reacted to what you’d said to him. 

“Sure thing, boss.” He gave him a salute. “I’ve got like 10 minutes left.”

Sero packed up his bento and shoved it back in the breakroom fridge and left, leaving Kaminari alone with you. 

Kaminari opened his mouth, spitting out the first thing that came to his mind. “But here’s the real question.” He pointed at you with his chopsticks. “Team Edward or Team Jacob?”

--

Kaminari was crouching down, putting the last copies of ‘Breaking Dawn’ back on the shelf when someone walked up to him.  

“If she’s Team Edward you’re going to have to call up Aoyama and ask him to hook you up with some body glitter.” 

He glanced towards his right, smiling at the scuffed black boots belonging to his other best friend, Shinsou.

Kaminari stood, staring at the cat sticker stuck to the side of the reusable coffee cup that his perpetually tired friend always had with him. His gaze then flicked to his face, his customary grin back on his lips. “You think he can help?”

Rolling his eyes, the purple haired man shifted on his feet. “Of course. He works for some makeup place, I bet they have loads of glittery shit.” 

Humming, Denki let his gaze move back to the shelf, making sure everything looked okay. He threw his arm around Shinsou and began walking back to his own section (he was in charge of The Classics, okay?) leaning into the taller man. “I’ll pick you up some black eyeliner while I’m at it.”

“Please do, I’m almost out.” He snarked, before his smirk fell and he sighed. “Look, you need to do something about this crush you have on Y/N.”

“I do not have to do a thing, my friend. I am happily content sitting over here and pining away quietly.” Kaminari threw his arm out dramatically. “Leave me be.”

“Quietly?” Shinsou snorted. “Look, man, I just mean, I’ve been seeing Monoma hanging around her a lot, I just don’t want you to miss your chance.”

Kaminari stopped walking. “Monoma? But he works in the reference section, where they sell those ‘for dummies’ books!”

“Maybe he read ‘Flirting for Dummies’ and now he has a clue. You should look into it yourself.” Shinsou’s raised eyebrow caused Kaminari’s frown to deepen. 

“I know how to flirt, Shinsou.” Huffing, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Don’t you need to go back to Science Fiction and get some work done?”

Sipping his coffee, he fixed Kaminari with a look. “Since I am such a wonderful friend, you’re going to swap me on Saturday and work my section, which is conveniently right next to Manga and Comics, where Y/N will be. You are going to make a move or so help me, I am going to beat you over the head with a copy of ‘Wuthering Heights’.”

“Why that one? Why not something longer, like ‘Don Quixote’?”

“Do you want it to hurt?” Shinsou asked, looking entirely done with his shit. “You’re ridiculous. Just do something, otherwise Monoma might get a date before you do.”

Kaminari cursed under his breath. The thought of you laughing and smiling at Monoma’s terrible jokes rubbed him the wrong way. “Fine. I’ll think of something.”

Seemingly satisfied, Shinsou patted him on the shoulder. “I believe in you.”

—

“How come you and Sero always have these fancy looking bentos for lunch?” You asked, sliding into the seat across from him.

Kaminari paused with his rice halfway to his mouth and looked up. “Our roommate. He’s like a mother hen, he always packs us lunch.”  

Looking impressed, you raised an eyebrow. “He sounds like a keeper.”

Chuckling, Kaminari sat back in his chair. “Yeah, he’s a handful, but under his extremely aggressive exterior he’s a good guy.” He gestured to your ramen. “Maybe I can get him to make you one. All I have to do is tell him you eat cup noodles for lunch every day and he’ll have a heart attack.”

“I like my ramen, okay? It makes me feel like Naruto.” You raised your arms and grinned. “Believe it!”

Rolling his eyes fondly, he turned back to his lunch, poking at his tamagoyaki. He’d been working in the section beside you all day, listening to you gush over the newest shipment of manga you’d received, shoving books at him and making recommendations. He’d been trying to work up the courage all day to get off his ass and ask you out, and he was failing spectacularly.

“You know, if you want to be like Naruto, you should be eating tonkatsu miso with the little narutomaki in it.”

You blinked at him, looking surprised. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

This was it. His chance. “We should go get the real thing sometime.” He swallowed thickly, his palms sweating. “Like, maybe tomorrow night?” He closed his eyes, waiting for you to respond.

“Kaminari, are you asking me on a date?”

The fondness in your tone had him opening his eyes to see your expression. You were blushing, biting on your bottom lip as you stared at him.

“I mean, yeah. A date. If you want to, I mean.”

He was seconds away from backpedaling, his heart climbing up his throat and on the verge of escaping his body. The anticipation was killing him. 

His nervousness and fear of rejection was all for naught. Your face lit up, a genuine smile gracing your lips. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“I would love that.”

A breath he didn’t realize he was holding escaped his lips. “Yeah, okay. Awesome.”

You giggled, leaning your elbow on the table, resting your cheek against your palm. “Did you think I’d say no?”

Feeling a little ridiculous, he blushed and nodded. “I was worried you might. I’m an idiot and you’re...you.”

You scoffed, kicking him under the table lightly. “You’re not an idiot, Kaminari. To be honest, I thought you’d never ask. I guess Shinsou wasn’t lying.”

“About what?” He sat up straight, frowning. “I’m going to kick his ass. What did he say?”

Snorting, you shook your head. “He might have mentioned that you liked me. I wasn’t sure though.”

“Are you kidding? Was I not being obvious enough?”

“You flirt with everyone, I didn’t think I was special.” You teased. “I’m glad he was right, though.” You turned back to your noodles.

“You are though. At least you are to me.” Grinning, he nudged your foot with his. “I’m going to date the hell out of you, Y/N. Just wait and see.”

His heart swooped in his chest when you looked back at him across the table. “I’m looking forward to it.”

#kaminari denki #denki kaminari #kaminari x reader #kaminari denki x reader #denki x reader #bnha #bnharem collab #mha #kaminari fluff #kingexpl0sionmurder writes

[cades-outsider]

Eli/Hawk X Reader

Warnings: This may get you in your feels for a sec! Very slight smut warning!

Fighting Gravity

You would be lying if you said it wasn't tough, it was the hardest thing you have done. It's not easy breaking up with someone but you felt as if you had no other choice.

You were with Eli before he turned into Hawk, before he started becoming someone who he despised the most, he became his worst enemy; a bully.

Just as if the day could get any worse you had to be at school, well it was lunch time so it wasn't so bad. I mean you were already halfway through school just two more classes, that you also share with Demetri.

"Listen to me Y/n" Demetri says catching your attention.

You playfully roll your eyes as you know that he's going to tell you a cheesy Star Wars joke, that will most likely be funny to only you and Demetri and we'll Eli if he were a 'nerd' again as he calls it.

"Which Star Wars character works at a restaurant?" He questions, already laughing at the joke he was thinking of.

"I don't know who?" You ask sarcastically.

"Darth Waiter" Demetri says, now fully laughing at his own joke.

He laughs at his own joke caused to you to laugh, plus it was a cheesy move. The laughing dies down as you and Demetri stop, in the middle of the hallway. Eyes subconsciously connecting with each other's, you both feel yourselves being pulled towards one another.

"What the h*ll do you think you're doing nerd?!" You hear someone yell causing both you and Demetri to pull away, have being caught.

"I-uh well-" Demetri stutters before you speak up, Demetri sighs in relief.

"Why do you care? We aren't together anymore" You exclaim, as Hawk walks closer to you both.

"Yeah I wonder why, it's not like I wanted you anyways" He smirks.

You knew what was happening, you knew that he was just putting on a facade to the students that don't give a crap about him.

"Oh yeah? And how's that working out for you" You smirk.

"Quite well actually, I don't have to see your ugly reflection everyday" Hawk snarls.

"Yeah well neither do I" You scoff, almost saying something bad but you bite back your lip. Knowing that's Eli's insecure spot, that you shouldn't bring up.

  You bite back the urge to say something you'd regret in the long run "whatever I'm not even in the mood" you roll your eyes and walk away.

"Come on Demetri" You demand as he follows behind.

  "Uh- what was that?" He asks referring to the almost kiss.

  "I- I don't know" You admit honestly.

  He decides to not ask any more questions even though it kept running around his mind. After lunch, the day went by pretty fast you were driving on the way home when you got a call. It was Demetri.

Both Demetri and Moon decided to get your mind off of things, so she threw you a as she called it a 'get over hawk' party. Which was what Demetri called to tell you about of course.

"Come on Y/n! This will help you in-lighten your inner spiritual self!" Moon says jumping up and down, clapping excitedly.

"Fine fine fine...." you mumble, knowing you couldn't say no to Moon.

"Yay!" She exclaims happily.

"Come on I have the perfect dress for you!" She says pulling you into her closet full of dresses and unique outfits.

"Here! Take this!" Moon pushes the dress into your chest, excited.

  You don't even get time to check out the dress before Moon rushes you into her second closet, "rude..." you mumble playfully.

  You slip on the dress, with no problems at all. It fit ever curve just perfectly. "Wow.." you gape as you spin around looking at yourself in the mirror.

  The dress included a slit in the middle from your thigh and it was a sparkling blue shade, with spaghetti straps.

  Not even a second later Moon barges into the closet causing you to jump, she squeals cheerfully "o-m-g you look so sexy!" She says smirking, proud of herself.

"Wait, why am I wearing a dress when I'm just going to swim anyways?" You question.

"Oh you silly Y/n! We're showing Hawk what he's missing!" Moon says smiling as she grabs some of her green juice that she made.

"Okay.." You nod your head, trailing off.

"Plus I bought me a matching colored dress!" She says holding up the dress.

You gasp "it's beautiful Moon! You'll look gorgeous! As always" You gush.

Moon smiles slightly at the compliment "well what are you waiting for! Let me do your hair" She says ushering you in the chair.

After a couple hours Moon had finished your makeup and hair turning you around to see your beautiful reflection in the mirror.

"Wow.." you gape at the magic Moon had put into.

  "I know right!" Moon agrees.

  "Oo- I'm going to slip on my dress!" She exclaims happily as she rushes into her bathroom.

  An hour went by and people were finally here, kids eating pizza in the corner, some drinking beer, and some already throwing up in the lawn.... 'pfttt lightweights' you giggle to yourself.

  In the middle of your direction you seen Hawk and a group of his friends sitting around him, a red solo cup in his hands as his fierce eyes scan over the partying people. Only to be met with your beautiful shinning eyes.

  His demeanor changes almost immediately, he was tired of putting up this act yeah. But he did not want to go back to the kid with the weird lip, so throwing this act away was a no at least for now.

  His eyes sparkle with admiration as he scans your beautiful features, and your sparkling blue dress. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander to the slit in your dress which revealed your right thigh.

  Just then Demetri walks over to you with a wave "hey Y/n, would you like to I don't know per say go for a swim?" He asks, beating around the bush.

  Sparing a side glance at Hawk you notice his jaw clench as he squeezes his red solo cup causing whatever liquor that was held inside to drip down his hands and onto the floor.

  Deciding what harm could do you nod "I'd love too" you reply as he leads you both to the pool outside, few people in the pool which confused you considering it seems like people always head for the pool first at party's.

  Unzipping the side of your dress you reveal your white bikini that Moon had bought for you three days prior as a best friend-adversary gift along with a matching gold necklace.

  You of course returned the gesture as this was your best friend were talking about, you fold the dress and put it under your towel so it wouldn't get wet.

  Demetri had already started getting in the pool, sitting down as you got in slowly enjoying the cold water against your warm skin.

  "You know Y/n, you look not the term I would use... but you look mighty fine" Demetri compliments causing you to giggle but roll your eyes playfully.

  That is until you hear a cup hit the concrete ground next to you, "you just can't stay away from what's mine can you Demetri" Hawk interrupts.

  You look up at him in shock, obviously it was just a compliment so why is he getting all worked up. I mean when people compliment Hawk you certainly try to start anything with them.

  "Hawk, cool it" You say softly, not wanting to come off as rude.

  "Oh so I'm supposed to 'cool it' while I watch Demetri flirt with you? H*ll no." He states bluntly as he starts walking closer to Demetri.

  Deciding you didn't want to see one of your friends get beat today, you pull yourself out of the pool. Gently you grab hawk by his forearm, grab your towel and push him into the pool shed full of floats.

  Roughly you slam his back against the wall causing a couple floats to fall off the wall "we need to talk" You state.

  Hawk's breathing picks up at how close you both are, "no talking" he says sliding his hands onto your cheek, rubbing his thumb in circles against your skin.

  "Just kissing..." He mumbles before placing his lips upon yours, pulling your body closer into his causing him to get wet since you just got out of the pool.

  You pull away leaving Eli with a hurt look as you push onto his chest pressing him against the wall firmer "we talk and sort things out then I give you what you want." You state firmly.

  Slowly Hawk nods, giving you puppy eyes "Look Eli, I love you I really do. But I don't like watching you become someone who you used to hate, I don't want you to inflict pain mentally... and physically like others did to you" You exclaim softly, rubbing his cheek soothingly.

  His jaw clenches before he soon relaxes "i understand Y/n, and I'm sorry I just didn't want to be the weird kid with the lip anymore..." He mumbles, slowly tearing up.

  "Eli... baby, you were never the kid with the weird lip. I love you for you, not strength, muscles, or popularity but you. I loved your corny jokes-" You rest your arms around his neck "-I loved your shyness, I loved your battle scar baby... it's what makes you my Eli" You finish as a small tear falls down Eli's eye.

  "Don't get me wrong, I love your confidence now and I love your hair but I didn't want you to get to wrapped up in it" You mumble softly.

  "I'm sorry Y/n, I really am" Eli mumbles, digging his head into your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist.

  "Don't be Eli, baby I understand what happened and I know why it happened but just know I always loved and always will love the real you" You say smiling as you lift his head up with your thumb.

  You run your finger over the scar on his lip before placing a gentle, loving kiss upon the scar "this is beautiful Eli, don't be afraid to love who you are" You praise as Eli feels his heart warm up with love.

  Eli reaches down and picks you up by your thighs before placing you on the little couch that laid in the room, he places his smooth lips on top of yours letting you feel his vulnerable state.

  He tugs in the middle of your bikini asking for permission if he cold take it off but before you could respond someone busts into the shed causing you both to jump.

  It was some horny couple making out and slamming each other against the walls removing clothing not even paying attention or noticing you two.

  "Seriously?! Get out!" Eli yells, startling the couple causing them to rush out half naked.

  You giggle as you rest on your elbows, sitting yourself up a little as Eli sits on his knees halfway straddling your thighs.

  "You think this is funny huh?" He teases has he bends down leaving kisses on your neck.

  "Yeah, I love the rush of being caught" You exclaim, catching Eli off guard.

  "Oh really? We'll see about that"

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Jung Hoseok and the Magic to Happiness | 04

; Hufflepuff Teacher!Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, angst, future smut

; Word Count: 5.2k

; Synopsis: An unexpected issue with your Ministry of Magic job leads to you taking the role of Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts. It’s here that you meet your best friend’s younger brother for the first time in years, the Hufflepuff Head of House, Jung Hoseok. While you contend with seeing him once again, Hoseok tries to show you that he’s very much a man and no longer the gangly teenager you once knew.

; A/N: I swear, it’s so hard getting back into writing because I’m permanently convinced that everything I write is bad lol. If you enjoy reading this, please let me know by leaving me an ask or writing a comment on a reblog! I appreciate all the comments I get and it helps to inspire me on <3

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The Winter Solstice Ball was a newer tradition at Hogwarts. Before the Battle of Hogwarts, there hadn’t been anything resembling the ball that would happen. The closest you knew of was the Yule Ball, but that only occurred whenever there was a Tri-Wizard Tournament. 

Something that hadn’t occurred since the unfortunate events of 1994, when poor Cedric Diggory had been murdered by the dark wizard Voldemort. As expected, it had been mutually agreed that the tournament should no longer continue to ensure there could never be another event like Diggory’s death.

Admittedly, that had been a rather unique set of circumstances. The inclusion of the wizard, Harry Potter, in the Tournament had been arranged by dark wizards on the behest of Voldemort, meaning that Diggory’s death had been even more tragic as he wasn’t meant to be there. 

In an attempt to bring more cheer to what should be a happy holiday, Hogwarts had started the Winter Solstice Ball tradition. Unlike the Yule Ball, all years were invited to attend and it also wasn’t on Christmas Day. Instead, it was held on the last day of term and was just a fun event for everyone to enjoy and let off some steam after their first semester back.

You’d always enjoyed it as a student; feeling like a grownup during the first few years and using it as a great way to flirt with boys when you were older. There hadn’t been a year that you hadn’t loved going to it.

It felt a little odd this time though as you were attending as a professor, which meant you had the job of chaperoning all the excited students for the evening. As such, you were excited for an entirely different reason as you would get to watch the First Year’s experience of the ball.

The House Elves had gone all out when decorating the Great Hall today, bringing the feeling of winter inside and taking your breath away. Standing by the open doors, you look around cavernous space with wide eyes and a bright smile. Chaeyoung was next to you, a dress of starlight gracing her body and highlighting just how beautiful she is.

You’d already complimented her as soon as you’d spotted her, admiring the elegant design of her dress and how the tiny crystals are sewn into the fabric reminded you so much of sunlight hitting frost on a winter’s day. Her long black hair was curled into soft waves with her fringe pinned away from her face with a delicate snowflake.

Where she was all light and ice, you were the sumptuous darkness of winter. Your dress was a sumptuous royal blue around your chest which slowly blended into deep midnight by your feet, a shawl of the lightest chiffon in a dark blue around your shoulders. Silver glinted occasionally, threads of it woven through the fabric of your dress and adding a little sparkle alongside the dainty silver necklace around your neck.

The two of you made a striking pair and the combination of a full face of beautiful makeup combined with the jaw-dropping dress made you feel like the prettiest girl in the room. Whether that was true or not, you didn’t care.

The hall itself matched the colour scheme of you both with long swathes of gauzy fabric in rich lavender, crisp white and shimmering silver decorating the tall windows and streaming from the ceiling. Tonight, the ceiling had been enchanted to show clouds backlit by a full moon and tiny flakes of snow fell. They didn’t reach the ground though, melting away a few metres away from the tallest person in the room.

Candles lit the room in all corners, hovering in the air and situated around the room and the tables. A large open space in the centre of the hall was reserved for dancing while a raised section before it hosted the musical entertainment for the night. Small tables surrounded the floor, each only big enough for six people and with white cloths embroidered with tiny snowflakes in silver.

Platters piled high with finger foods dotted the tables alongside empty goblets and jugs of pumpkin juice and butterbeer. A few of the ghosts that haunted Hogwarts floated through the tables, greeting the formally dressed students with cheer and getting into a few conversations with some of them.

Already the hall was filling nicely, students greeting you happily as they rushed inside to meet up with friends and a few of them had already begun to dance. Some of them danced together, trying to figure out how to ballroom dance with the typical awkwardness of teenagers discovering their hormones, and others danced in friend groups. The latter seemed to just be having fun, shaking their bodies wildly to the beat of the music.

“I remember doing that.” Gesturing towards a group of mixed house Fourth Years, you grin at Chaeyoung before chuckling at the memory of dancing like that with Jisoo, Robert and Candace. That had been your ‘group’ of loyal friends throughout your years at Hogwarts, though only Jisoo had remained a close friend once you’d all left.

“Merlin...me too. I had no rhythm back then. Still don’t. Dancing is not for me.” Chuckling, you lean into her and push until she staggers away from you a little before returning the gesture. Glancing around the hall, you note the more introverted people sitting at the tables and sipping at drinks. They don’t seem to be uncomfortable but you resolve to check up on them throughout the night to make sure they’re okay.

“One thing I do love about working with such handsome men here? They make the ball so much better to enjoy.” Chaeyoung hums over the top of her goblet of butterbeer, her refined brows rising in amusement as she looks across the hall. Following her gaze, you have to hide a smile as you take in the sight of some of Hogwarts most eligible bachelor professors and how well they smarten up.

Park Jimin is standing next to Kim Taehyung, his silver hair styled even more elegantly than normal while his dress robes look to have been perfectly tailored to his slim body. A white bow tie adorns his neck and he’s smiling at whatever Taehyung had told him. The Gryffindor Head has his usual boxy smile and you note that he scrubs up just as nicely. Together, they make a lethal pair in terms of looks.

“Now, now,” You muse lightly, looking over to Chaeyoung with mischief on your face. “We’re here to chaperone, not to swoon over good looking men like the teenagers we teach.”

A derisive snort is the only response she gives you, but you see that she’s not taken her eyes off the two younger men. Idly, you wonder which would make the perfect partner for her. You’d consider Taehyung to be a good candidate as their fun-loving natures would get on well, but there’s something about Jimin that makes you think he’d be an even better pick.

She wouldn’t even have to change her last name.

Any more thoughts you have on the subject vanish when the newest professor walks through the door. Black hair made darker from some kind of styling gel is swept up from his forehead, a strand or two falling stubbornly and giving him an almost charming appearance. Deep black robes sweep from his shoulders, covering up a suit that highlights his body in all the right ways.

Unlike Jimin and Taehyung, his outfit was completely black and you swallowed instinctively as you let your eyes run down his frame. Hoseok pauses at the doorway, pink lips moving as he talks to Nayeon, the divination professor. She looks pretty in a floaty dress of bubblegum pink and fizzing lilac, her smile genuine and eyes sparkling as she looks up at him.

Lips twisting, you turn away from the sight and don’t even notice the way Chaeyoung is watching you closely, her lips turning up in a smile she tries to hide. Looking away from you, she catches Seokjin’s questioning expression across the hall and nods at him subtly, enjoying the way the astronomy professor gets a determined look on his face.

“Speaking of men who are too beautiful to be real, Jung Hoseok always looks so good at these events. How is a man like that allowed to even exist?” There’s a breathy note to Chaeyoung’s voice, causing you to frown at her a little before looking back over in his direction. 

Nayeon is still standing there, a forlorn expression gracing her face as she watches Hoseok move away from her. It’s only then that you realise he’s walking towards you, causing your eyes to widen in surprise. Confusingly, you’re a little unsure of what to do or how to act.

Not when he’s looking like that. This is not the shy and awkward Hoseok with his dress robes too big for him, the only memory you have of him at the Winter Solstice Ball. He couldn’t be any further from that teenager and you don’t know how to handle that.

Especially when he gives you that breathtaking smile, his cheeks rising and dimpling while his dark eyes shine in delight. You should’ve known the Jung genes would result in him growing into an attractive man; his sister was one of the most beautiful people you’d ever seen.

“Y/N, Chaeyoung,” He bows his head to you both, that smile just as prominent and you nod back to him a little awkwardly. “You both look beautiful tonight. Winter is personified with your colours, it’s nice.” 

For a moment, you’re a little lost for words on how to respond to him. You couldn’t recall the last time you’d been so casually complimented, especially from a man. A man as attractive as him. It causes you to swallow wrong and you cough loudly, pressing a hand to your throat.

“Thanks, you’re looking pretty fine yourself tonight,” Chaeyoung teases him, causing that smile to become a little more bashful. “Anyway, I’m going to leave you two alone for a moment, okay? I need to go talk to Seokjin about something.”

You watch her go with wide eyes, noting with suspicion that she’s moving a little faster than you’d expect and you wonder if she’s up to something. But then you realise that you’re being left alone with Hoseok, who’s casually looking you up and down while you’re attention is elsewhere.

It’s only when he catches your eye when you look back, a brow raised, that he realises you’ve caught him. Hoseok turns his head quickly, probably giving himself whiplash and you have to hide the snort at the soft blush on his cheeks.

He may be all grown up now, but he still reminded you of that shy boy who never quite knew how to talk to you.

Reaching out, you poke at his chest and grin at him.

“She’s right, you are looking good tonight. Cleaned up very well.” Hoseok gives you a droll stare and you laugh, feeling any awkwardness rushing away as you both fall into the easy-going nature of your friendship.

The rest of the evening goes by in much the same manner with the two of you separating on occasion to handle issues with students or just to do a walk around. Apart from that though, you both end up spending more time with each other than with anyone else. Conversation flows easily like a fast-moving river and you find yourself laughing more than you have in a while.

You only have to break up one fight between two young boys; the culmination of weeks of tension between the two finally bubbling over. It starts with raised voices before escalating to blows, resulting in you escorting the two to Madame Pomfrey to check for any injuries. After that, you leave them in the hands of Park Jimin to discipline them given their house.

When you get back, you look around for Hoseok or Chaeyoung. You can’t see either of them, causing you to take up a place at the back against the wall to observe for any fallout from the fight. Thankfully, the mood seems to have picked up and you wonder if that’s got anything to do with the more upbeat music that’s being played.

It was never nice watching your students get into fights with each other or lose friendships, but you knew that was part of growing up. The thing about teenagers, and kids, was that they were incredibly resilient. You did not doubt that they would both be back to being friends within a week or so.

“All sorted?” Comes a deep voice to the right, the sound closer than you expected and causing you to jump slightly. Turning to look, you note that Hoseok has turned up out of nowhere and you relax at the sight of his familiar face.

“Yeah, no injuries to each other apart from wounded pride and friendships.” That causes Hoseok to snort and roll his eyes, leaning back against the wall alongside you. Suddenly, you recall how many times Jisoo complained of having to comfort her brother when he’d had yet another fight during his tenure at Hogwarts.

“I’m sure you know all about that, Mr Jung. I remember Jisoo having to deal with you. You were shy but a firecracker.” He sighs deeply and you lean into him, giggling as you regale him with some of the tales she’d told you. Thankfully, he takes it all with his usual good nature and you end up segueing into other memories of your time at Hogwarts.

The exams and the studying, the professors back then and your favourite subjects. It’s something he already knows as you’ve both discussed it previously, but he indulges you and listens amiably while keeping an eye out.

You’re stopped though when he suddenly interrupts you, straightening slightly.

“Would you like to dance? There’s not as many people out there now and you haven’t danced once tonight.” His question is abrupt, causing you to falter in your conversation. Narrowing your eyes, you look him over closely and wonder if he’s being serious. And you conclude that he is.

Looking over at the dance floor, you contemplate for a moment and chew your lip before nodding. Now it’s your turn to feel shy, avoiding his gaze and trying not to catch the eye of anyone else in the hall as he leads you carefully to the floor. 

There’s probably a few statues in the British Museum that are less stiff than you as you turn to him, feeling his hand as he settles it on your lower back. You’re hyper-aware of that hand; how hot it feels against you even with the fabric of the dress between you. But that pales in comparison to the feel of his hand against your own, the way he holds it almost tenderly.

Logically, you know that he’s doing that because that’s how you’re supposed to dance like this. A light touch, but it makes you feel a little strange. You’re not sure why it makes you feel like that and you find yourself staring at his long fingers, wondering if he kept up the piano he’d been taught when younger.

The music leads you both in the dance, each beat dictating where you move and you’re vaguely aware of the students dancing around you. None of them are staring or looking confused as there had been many professors who had danced together tonight. But you couldn’t help but feel like this dance was a little different.

This was the closest you’d ever been to Hoseok and his body is so close to your own that you can physically feel the heat coming from him. Every breath you take brings the smell of him into your nose, the familiar mix of rich wood and lemongrass that is so, undeniably Hoseok. And underlying all that is the smell that’s unique to him.

“Is this okay?” He asks quietly and you stare at the black button-up covering his chest, avoiding his gaze given how close the two of you are. It’s probably not the best thing to do when you realise that shirt is straining a little and you can see the outline of his torso from the light of the nearby candles.

Swallowing hard, you look over his shoulder and try to ignore the sudden knowledge that Hoseok is buff beneath his clothes. Which doesn’t help, because you find your eye trailing down his chest as you consider. It’s only when you reach his belt buckle that you suddenly look away, taking a deep breath and wondering what was wrong with you.

You’d had one too many butterbeers tonight or something, which was a terrible excuse as it had such little alcohol content that it didn’t even matter. This was Jisoo’s brother, her little brother. Not someone you should be thinking about half-naked.

Right?

Finally, though, you register his question and nod quickly in response. You’re not sure that you can talk to him without saying something inappropriate as your brain isn’t working very well right now. Not when you’re so confused about...well everything.

“Are you sure? You’ve gone a little weird. Quiet.” Hoseok murmurs, his voice low to avoid any of the students overhearing it. Sighing, you stand a little straighter before looking at him directly and giving him a firm smile. It takes a little more effort than you’d like to push away those errant thoughts but you do so.

“Fine, just worried about those students. I hate seeing their friendship ruined and them angry at each other, you know?” It’s not a lie as you are still concerned about them, but he doesn’t need to know everything going on in your head. Which is why you’re thankful when he nods slowly before spinning you around.

“They’ll be okay. I’ve been doing this job long enough to know that they’ll be back to being friends sooner rather than later. They’ve already got some of that testosterone out by punching each other, which I’d rather they didn’t do but Jimin will talk it out with them. Don’t worry too much, they’ll be fine.” It’s sweet how considerate he’s being and you can hear how genuine he is in his voice. 

You don’t get to say anything else though as the tempo increases when the song switches over, causing Hoseok to twirl you away from him with a laugh. All around you the dances start to get a little more energetic and you can’t help but shriek with joy as he matches the student’s enthusiasm, listening to them as they cheer at two of their professors getting involved in the frivolities.

Neither of you notices the way Seokjin and Chaeyoung watch you both closely before smirking at each other.

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Glancing around the room, you note how most of the students had already left and gone to bed for the night. The clock had struck midnight a while ago and you had to press a hand to your mouth as you yawned, turning your head away to be polite. A few remaining students were still dancing on the floor but even as you watched, some of them started to walk towards the exit.

Looking over at Chaeyoung, you caught her eye with a wave and smiled with relief when she nodded and made a shooing gesture. Turning to Hoseok, you tried to hide another yawn and almost giggled when you saw that he’d caught one from you, his mouth wide as he didn’t even try to hide it.

“I think we can go now. Chaeyoung gestured that we can leave so I think they’re going to hustle the last students to bed. Something which I’m also very excited to do because I feel like I’ve been awake for two days right now.” Blinking and almost trying to stretch your eyelids by widening them as far as you could, you almost missed the way Hoseok laughed at your antics.

“Tired? It’s not even two in the morning, I expected better of you.” He teases, gently pushing his elbow into your arm before avoiding your hand as you try to swat him. You’d admit that he looked a lot more awake than you did, which you’d say wasn’t fair but you don’t think you’ve ever truly seen him look tired.

“Well, you’re still young and spry. You’ll learn when you get to my age.” Moving off towards the doors of the Great Hall, you grab a tiny triangular sandwich from one of the remaining platters on a table as you pass by.

Light pressure on the small of your back causes you to arch slightly, your chest moving forward and you tilt your head to look at your companion. There’s no expression on Hoseok’s face, nothing to indicate he’s affected by touching you and you frown slightly as you wonder why it’s affecting you.

“You’re not old, I don’t know why you keep thinking that.” He murmurs, voice deep and quiet.

Neither of you says anything more for a few minutes, instead just walking quietly through the hallways. It’s a comfortable silence and you muse for a moment on how much you’ve come to enjoy spending time with him. You would happily say that he was your closest friend here at Hogwarts; something you would’ve never thought would happen when you were studying here and he was just your best friend’s little brother.

That makes you think of how defensive he always gets whenever you, or anyone else, seems to imply that you’re old. Huffing out a laugh, you bite your lip as you contemplate that for a second. Maybe he doesn’t like the implication that you, and by extension, his sister, are considered ‘older’ by the students. Or that he’s also approaching thirty.

The student’s opinions have never bothered you as they think anyone over the age of twenty is old. Nor have you been concerned overall, given the extended lifespan that witches had compared to muggles. You were finally feeling content with your career and your life, something you attested partly to growing older and becoming more at ease with yourself.

But he always got so defensive of it, so maybe he was concerned about himself.

“You don’t have to keep defending my age, you know,” Apparently you were going to query this with him and you blamed the butterbeer for loosening up your tongue. “I’m okay with it, honestly. Which means I’m okay with joking about it.”

Hoseok stiffened slightly and you spotted his expression looking a little uneasy. Frowning, you placed a hand on his arm and pulled him to a stop. Your quarters were only a few corridors away now and the two of you were given a warm glow from the candles lit nearby. 

“I’m not defending...I mean, okay maybe I am. I just...I don’t want you to feel like it’s an issue.” Now you’re giving him an amused look, lip quirked up on one side as you try to hold in a small giggle.

“It’s not an issue. Have I made it seem like it was?” Tilting your head, you watch as his eyes dart across your face in an almost shy manner.

“No...well, not in the way you might think,” He looks uncomfortable and you’re about to tell him it’s okay, that he doesn’t have to continue but he does so before you get the chance to speak. “I’m just made every aware of our age difference. You know, the whole ‘you’re her best friend’s little brother’ thing.”

“Hey, I don’t do that, do I?” Now you’re a little concerned.

“No, not really. Not for a while anyway. You did when you first got here but I understood that. We hadn’t met in a while and everyone was curious about how we knew each other. But now...I don’t even know what I’m talking about. Honestly, it’s not important. You’re right.” Hoseok’s babbling a bit but you decide to let him change the conversation. You’re not entirely sure why it truly bothers him, but you’re not going to press it anyway. He deserves to have his feelings and they don’t need to be analysed.

“Okay-” Before you can say anything else, you hear the quiet chiming of bells and frown in confusion. The sound echoes a little in the empty corridor, simultaneously creepy and also ethereal. 

Hoseok looks around as well, his brow knitted in confusion before he suddenly spots something about you both. Following him, you note the odd plant that’s grown from the ceiling out of nowhere. The green branches are still growing and you note with interest the small white berries that seem to be forming and familiar leaf shapes appear at the end of each branch.

A red ribbon is delicately wrapped around the stems and you see the little golden bells that let out tiny chimes as they rock from side to side in a non-existent breeze. Now you’re the one frowning as you look around you both, trying to spot who’d set a mistletoe charm to grow when someone walked beneath it.

“Mistletoe?” Hosek whispers, reaching up with one hand in an attempt to touch it. He can’t reach it and you sigh, shaking your head and crossing your arms over your chest.

“Someone has thought it’d be funny to put mistletoe charms around the castle for the ball. Certainly adds to the Christmas spirit. I’ve seen these popping up all night above couples on the dance floor. I think it’s a seasonal Weasley thing, seems like something they’d sell to annoy people.”

The mistletoe is suddenly snowing, letting tiny snowflakes drift to the ground around you both and leaving fluffy snow to settle on Hoseok’s hair and dress robes. How very romantic, you muse to yourself.

“Does it just disappear on its own after a while?” He asks, running his fingers through his hair to try and get rid of some of the snow. Smiling at him, you gently brush at his shoulders only to decide it’s a losing battle as more snow lands.

“Nope. You gotta kiss, that’s the whole point of mistletoe, right? Otherwise, it follows you around.” Hoseok sighs deeply and rolls his eyes.

“Of course it does. Definitely a Weasley thing.”

Looking back up at the mistletoe, and having to blink to avoid getting snowflakes in your eyes, you purse your lips before looking back at Hoseok. You’d long since come to terms with the fact that you find him attractive; anyone with eyes can see that. But you hadn’t planned on doing anything about it, not given who he was and who his sister was to you.

His words from earlier play through your mind though, and you wonder if he hates having to constantly know he’s given the best friend’s little brother status. Even now, months after you’d arrived and you considered him a friend, you knew that there were still people who thought of that as the most defining characteristic of your friendship.

Letting out a little sigh, you straighten your shoulders before reaching out and taking hold of his dress robes. Fuck it, you’re not one to waste a perfect chance.

Pulling him closer, you watch as his eyes dart to yours and widen when he realises that you’re moving towards him as well. And then those same eyes flick to your lips, the movement so fast that you’d almost miss it if it wasn’t for the fact that he did again only seconds later. 

Combined with the zero resistance he was giving, you came to the solid conclusion that he wasn’t going to reject you. Not when you were giving him plenty of time and reason to back out if he wanted to.

Tilting your head to him, you felt his warm breath as it caressed your face, the smell of butterbeer strong. And then your lips are pressed together, neither of you sure who made the final move and neither of you gives a damn at that exact moment. 

The pressure of your lips against each other is gentle at first, almost hesitant as both of you try to figure out where to go from here. All that was required was a kiss, which was what you were both doing right now. But you didn’t quite want to let him go just yet, not when you knew he probably had so much more to offer.

Shifting, you manoeuvred your way into a position that made the kiss a little more personal and no longer like two teenagers who’d never kissed in their life. Letting go of his robes, your arms move to wrap around his neck and you run your fingers through his hair, enjoying how soft the black strands feel against your fingers.

A quiet noise leaves Hoseok, his arms sliding around your waist to pull you a little closer to him while he kisses you more forcefully than before. It feels...you can’t even find the words to describe how it feels, only knowing that you’re not entirely sure you want him to stop.

Any hesitation has disappeared between you both and you simply lose yourself to the delightful feeling of Jung Hoseok against your lips, against your body and how he feels under your fingertips. It’s only when he moves a little further, his tongue asking for entrance to fire up the kiss even more, that you suddenly come to your senses.

Pushing back from him, you stare with wide eyes and only just realise that the bells have stopped. A glance up shows the mistletoe is gone and you breathe a little heavily, not realising that you’d kissed him that forcefully until now. Hoseok looks just as out of breath with an odd look in his eyes that you can’t quite figure out.

Licking at your lips, and trying to ignore the knowledge that you could probably taste him right now, you run your hands down the front of your dress robes before giving him a slightly awkward smile. Coughing, you turn your eyes away from the strangely intense gaze he’s giving you.

“Erm, well it’s gone now. So...we’re not gonna be followed by mistletoe anymore,” Playing with your fingers, you wonder if you made a very bad decision tonight. “I, erm, I’m gonna go to bed now. It’s late and...well...yeah. Thank you, for walking me here and spending time with me, you know, dancing and all that. It was nice, I had a good time and thank you. Yeah, I already thanked you. Err...get to bed safely, okay? I mean, I…” 

Hoseok reaches out and takes hold of your nervous hands. It makes you jump nervously, but he just gives a reassuring smile while rubbing the back of your hands with his thumbs.

“Y/N...it’s okay. I’ll see you tomorrow. Go to sleep and have good dreams.” There’s no annoyance in his voice, no anger or outrage that you’ve gone from initiating that kiss to acting very strange in only seconds. 

“Yeah...I...you too. You too.” Frowning as you walked away from him, you wondered what in Merlin’s beard you’d just done.

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peaches: iii

summary ─ “hey, sailor,” she called out, smirking. “wanna taste how peaches and cherries taste together?” bucky gave her a wicked smile and dropped to his knees again. 

pairing ─ dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, swearing, pet names, dancing, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, age difference (reader is 21, bucky is 39)

a/n ─ sexy times ahead! enjoy *evil laugh* also, feedbacks are amazing and they do wonders when you leave them. like, motivating the writer? yeah. please do. thank you! i don’t own the gif.

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It was so easy to get lost in the crowd, in the colorful shadows that the lights had created. The drunk crowd around her was dancing, grinding was the best word choice, laughing, and drinking even more. Girls were in shiny dresses and high heels, makeup adorning their unique faces. Boys were behind them, holding their waist and burying their faces into their necks, grinding. She sighed as she felt a familiar pair of strong arms around her own waist. 

Bucky. 

She felt him slot his hot, muscled body against her own. His hair was tickling her cheeks whenever he leaned into the crook of her neck. His arms were tightening around her waist from time to time, hands splayed all over her torso, caressing her over her dress. 

“This was a good idea,” he murmured right into her ear. She nodded in agreement. They had to drive for hours so that they could have had a relaxed night like this. Away from people they might have known, might have come across with. It was nice. “Those hours in the car totally worth it.” He hummed, leaning in yet again. His pouty and soft lips found her skin. Soft kisses being placed, she shuddered. 

Lights danced on them as they danced on the sexy song playing background. Her shiny grey, dress was ending on her mid-thighs, and ever since they stepped into the bar, Bucky had used the shortness of the dress on his advantage. Her high heels helped her to reach his lips easier, to snake her arms around his neck. She heard him humming again, this one was filled with pleasure. 

“You smell so good,” he whispered. “I love smelling peaches on you,” he added and smiled into her skin. He always said that, and it was true: He did love smelling his favorite fruit on her soft skin. whenever he kissed her, whenever his lips made contact with her skin, Bucky tasted peaches. He fucking loved it. “God, the smell of it,” he growled lightly. “...makes me wanna eat you alive…” She moaned, for his ears only. 

“Why don’t you?” She asked. Feeling his chest trembling with a low rumble, she ground her hips against his. “Why don’t you do it, Mr Barnes, sir?” She asked him again, her voice was so much more innocent than before. Bucky clenched his jaw for a second, hoping it would give him the dignity he was about to lose. “Don’t you wanna taste the peaches?” She ground her hips against his again, a bit slower and dirtier. Bucky moaned. 

“Don’t make me take you right here right now,” he warned her, his voice was carrying the huskiness she loved to hear so much. She whimpered as she felt one of Bucky’s hand moving south. “You know I’ll do it, right, honey?” He asked huskily. “I’ll take you apart right here, no one will notice.” She nodded, head falling backwards, her forehead resting against his neck. “Mmm,” he hummed. She felt his tongue licking a flat line over her pulse. “Sweet,” he murmured then. 

“Bucky, oh,” she moaned when his fingers made contact with her clit. Bucky growled loudly in her ear. 

“No panties?” He asked, almost snarling. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.” His fingers started to play with your clit, stroking your now-warm skin. She grabbed his free hand, leading it to her breasts, letting him feel them. “No bra, too,” he hissed. His body was flushed against hers fully now. He was so close, she could feel his erection getting harder every second. “You feel what you’re doin’ to me, honey?” He asked. She nodded, teeth digging into her bottom lip. Bucky kissed her bared throat. 

He pulled back suddenly, “C’mon,” he said. His hand grabbed hers and led them towards the bathroom. 

“Really?” She couldn’t help but ask. “We have a huge ass bed waiting for us at the hotel, and you prefer stalls?” Instead of answering her, he pushed her in one the stalls. Quickly dropping to his knees, Bucky grabbed her legs, throwing them over his shoulder in one move. She gasped. “Fuck, I love when you manhandle me like this,” she moaned. Bucky sent her a wink and his head got lost between her thighs. 

His tongue licked a flat line, the tongue piercing teasing with her clit playfully. She moaned again. Whenever he let her feel his piercing like this, she always lost it. His lips closed around the small bundle, sucking and licking at the time, making her losing it each passing second. She grabbed his hair and yanked them harshly. The groan Bucky let out echoed through her pussy, sending a shiver down her spine, also making her legs tremble.

“Oh, oh, right there!” She yanked his hair even more when his piercing scratched some place that got her breathless. She chanted ‘yes’ and ‘fuck’, getting him harder. “Bucky, oh my God!” She ground her hips against his face. His soft stubble rasping through her skin, but she didn’t care. Bucky pulled back just a little, licking his lips he looked up at her. 

“You sound fucking divine,” he rasped, gently easing her legs down from his shoulders to his waist. “Hold on tight, honey,” he warned her before pulling himself out of his pants. “Fuck, I don’t have condom.” She moaned at the sudden thought of him coming inside of you, come leaking out of her. 

“It’s okay,” she said, “I’m on pill, remember?” She pulled him into a kiss. Lips colliding, tongues fighting, they groaned in unison as Bucky slid inside with one powerful thrust. Hips started to move relentlessly, Bucky let his mouth run. 

“You want me to come inside o’you, honey?” He rasped. “Want to leak until we go back to the hotel? Letting my come run down your legs? Hmm?” As in response, she whimpered and held onto him even tighter. Sound of skins slapping together filled the small bathroom, their moans and grunts mixing in the echoing air. 

“... I knew we shouldn’t have had that last drink,” They heard someone talking right behind the bathroom door. Bucky’s hips coming to a abrupt stop. Then the door opened. The sounds of loud music and people talking filled inside, but melted away instantly as the door closed again. Bucky looked at her as if he was daring her to make a single noise. She swallowed a whimper when his hips continued to their movements, careful with not making too much noise. 

“We’re doing this thing once or twice a month, it’s okay to get drunk a bit,” another female voice joined the other one. “Besides, with the excuse of it, you may get laid tonight.” They giggled, and Bucky’s thrusts fastened. She dug her nails into his shoulders, she looked at him in shock. A small whimper escaped from her, instantly earning her a scowl from Bucky. 

“Is there… someone?” Female #1 asked towards their stall. Then they heard a gentle knock. “Are you okay?” She had to swallowed so many moans and whines before she was able to answer her. 

“Y-yes,” she said, her voice was raspy. “I had too much drink, that’s all,” she added for a good measure. Bucky leaned into her body, hiking her hips higher, he thrusted hard. With the new position, the angel changed and he hit her sweet spot. As soon as her mouth opened for a scream, Bucky slapped his hand on her mouth. 

“Do. Not. Make. A. Sound,” he snarled very quietly into her ear, thrusting up into her with each word, hips snapping against hers harshly. 

“Oh,” Female #1 said, “Let us know if you need help with going back.” Bucky pulled his hand back for her to answer. 

“Y-yeah, tha-thanks,” she managed. 

“Good girl, peaches,” Bucky whispered, a mischievous spark in his eyes. 

She should have seen it. She should have known it. Of course, Bucky was an exhibitionist. Of course, he got off on her trying to stay silent while he was pounding into her with people around. Her eyes rolled back and a smallest whines left her mouth when Bucky’s thumb found its way to her clit. The furious motion of his thumb on her clit made her want to scream in pleasure, but she couldn’t ─ the fact that she had to stay silent amplified the pleasure. 

“You sure you’re okay?” Female #2 came close to the door this time. 

“Yeah,” she moaned. “Just got over the-the wors-t of it, I’m go-good.” She faintly heard them murmuring quietly, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. 

“Okay, then,” one of them said. “Have fun, I guess.” Then. Then, they left and they were alone again. 

“Oh my God,” she moaned loudly. Bucky smirked, hips pounding even faster. “Yes! Yesyesyesyes!” She grabbed him by the neck, pulling him into a yet another dirty kiss. He dove tongue first into the kiss, hand on her ass squeezing the soft flesh beneath his hand. “‘M gonna come,” she breathed into his mouth. “Bucky, fuck, I’m gonna─” 

“Yeeaaah, that’s right you gonna come for me,” he snarled. Both hands on her hips now, his thrusts got harder. “Can feel you squeezing the life outta my cock,” he hissed. “You’re fucking dripping, already made a mess of my pants.” He hummed. “You gonna be leaking so much when we’re finished, honey,” he whispered and bit her nipple through the dress softly.  

“Fuck!” She came hard; stars flying behind her eyelids, head thrown back, body trembling gently in Bucky’s arms. He swore, one of his hand lazily slapping one of her ass cheek. 

“You look so fucking good when you come, God, babygirl,” he moaned loudly. Bucky made a sound like he got punched in the gut and he groaned, hips stilling. She could feel his come painting her insides deliciously. She hugged him against her chest., both of them trying to catch their breaths. 

“Oh, my God, Bucky,” she moaned. “You fuck so nice, damn.” Bucky chuckled. He kissed her cheek fondly. His hands smoothing her hair while she was doing the same for him. They smiled, sated. Bucky slowly slid out of her, putting each leg down carefully. “Ugh,” she grimaced. “Can’t feel them, again.” Bucky cocked an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes, but it was playful. 

“Lemme see,” Bucky murmured. “Lemme see you leakin’, honey baby, c’mon,” he encouraged her. She felt her cheeks burn slightly, but did as he asked and turned around. “Goddamn,” he grunted. One of his fingers caught the come that was making its way down her leg and he pushed it inside her. She shivered. When she looked over her shoulder, she saw how big Bucky’s pupils were. She saw how hungry he still looked for her. She narrowed her eyes at the idea that popped in her mind. 

“Hey, sailor,” she called out, smirking. “Wanna taste how peaches and cherries taste together?” Bucky gave her a wicked smile and dropped to his knees again.

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am,” he saluted and he dove in. 

Coming here was the best idea they ever had. 

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #dad's best friend bucky barnes #bucky barnes au #dadsbestfriend!bucky #peaches

[bump1nthen1ght]

Waltz of the Vampire (Vampire x Reader)

Pairing: Fem!Fat!Reader/Fem!Vampire

Genre: Fantasy (Vaguely Historical/Renaissance)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3469 words

Summary: You forcibly attend the ball of the rich family that has just moved to town, unexpectedly finding comfort with one of their daughters.

Request: Hey!! I love your writing a lot! Would you consider an elf or a vampire whatever suits your fancy with a fat fem!reader. I try hard not to hate my body but it can be really hard sometimes and I know a lot of people go through it not just plus size folks but... idk it’s my weakness and a huge comfort. Anyway I hope you have a awesome day!!!

A/N: I really loved writing this request, and after I finish Thicker than Water, I might make a part two.

Serena has been to a lot of parties. Too many, in her opinion, even over her 326-year span of life. Her matriarch, “Mother” as she is called by her and the coven, believes there is no such thing.

Every move they make is celebrated by a grand ball, invitations sent out to every available person. Mother claims it’s the best way for them to fit in, to hide in the crowd rather than the shadows.

Serena understands this, she’s seen it work wonder for their reputation time and time again, but she still does not like them.

Tonight is especially dreadful, a bad hunt the day before and a quick spat with her “brother” enough to sour the whole get together. Serena spends most of the night eluding suitors and dance partners, embracing a mysterious persona so she can enjoy some alone-time.

As she looks around at the dance floor, Serena concludes that she is not a fan of the new fashion statements of this era. A bit too strict, too formal, with precise lacings and starchy hoop skirts. It makes the dance floor too stuffy in her opinion, no room to twirl your fabric or move your limbs.

She sips on her special red wine, eye’s lazily perusing the hall for her siblings, hoping to gain some company, when she spots you. Selena is brought to a pause, mid-drink, as your embroidered skirt glimmers, catching the light as you twirl it across the room. Her eyes widen, determination peaked when she notices you don’t have a partner.

How beautiful.

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Oooh, I love this song.

You hum, unconsciously bouncing from side to side as your favorite piano piece begins to play. It’s a piece you have on your list to learn in the future, bubbly and cheerful with a bumpy melody and the option for a fun violin accompaniment.

The energy of the music quickly translates to the dance floor, where couple’s begin to giggle and improvise amidst the strict waltz and counted-steps. It’s a shame that it’s such a good piece because for the first time of the night, you really wish someone would ask you to dance.

When the news the MacArthur’s were throwing a huge welcoming ball had reached your household, your mother quickly began throwing together preparations for you to attend. You had sighed, set your feet in a preemptive ice bath, and ready for another boring night.

As a former socialite herself, from girlhood you were forced to attend party after party. While it had done as intended and transformed your sister into a perfect lady, it had the opposite effect on you. The stiffness of the hoop skirts, the suits, and all the damn people always stuffed up your throat and flushed your face. With your sister as the shining star, it was easy for you to slip into the shadows, and avoid the preening of your mother’s etiquette lessons.

Now, as a growing woman with more and more free-time, you used all of your abilities to avoid huge social gatherings. You found your place amongst small gatherings with local friends, sneaking wine from the cellar and telling stories in the freezing cold around a fire

But as the music increases it’s tempo, with flourishing skirts and plenty of laughter, you can’t help but lose yourself in the joviality of the gathering. The fancy dresses, the even fancier alcohol, and the decadent ballroom had you wondering if you had been missing out a bit.

If only Margaret and Min-Young were here, now that would be a party.

You giggle into your champagne, heels still tapping against the hardwood and hand slightly tossing your skirt back and forth. You easily fall back into your reclusive corner to avoid embarrassing eyes who may glance upon your solitude. But a tiny yelp escapes you when your heel accidentally digs into a foot. You whip around, faced already flushed red with embarrassment.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry! I didn’t look where...I was…”

Behind you, dressed in a dark purple satin gown, is Serena Macarthur herself. She stands a solid two heads above you, hair done up in an immaculate up do and two shimmering ruby earrings dangling from her ears. Her face is serene, lips curled up in a bit of a smirk. You quickly jerk away and give a half-decent curtsy, noticing her beautiful black dancing shoes which you just stomped on. “I apologize, Miss Macarthur, I can’t believe I acted so foolishly. I didn’t realize-”

“Oh, there is no need to worry darling. I’m alright, no harm done.” She says, her voice low and musical, almost like a thrumming bass line. Her gloved hand is placed on your shoulder, the other slides up your neck and tilts up your chin to meet her eye line.

My god, she is stunning.

Her eyes are a color you’ve never seen before, not dissimilar to the sharp gemstones in her earrings. Serena’s makeup, simple yet sharp, does everything to accentuate the cardinal-red of her irises. You can feel the simmering blush heating up your skin as she continues to stare. “I was actually coming this way to speak to you, flower. It’s my fault really, for sneaking up on you.”

You shake your hands, nearly spilling over the champagne in your glass. “Oh no, it’s no problem. Like you said, no harm done”. You force a giggle, hastily taking a sip of your champagne. “May I ask what you wished to speak of?”

Serena smiles, a smirk which is just as sharp as the rest of her, though her eyes betray no slyness or ill-will. “I was going to enquire about your dress. I noticed it from across the room and was stunned by how enchanting it is.”

“Oh! Well, thank you very much.” You blush, unconsciously rubbing your finger over the embroidered flowers on the skirt. “I actually-”

“Whoops!”

In less than a second, you find yourself right next to Serena, as a drunk dancer trips and spills his drink all over the floor. You blink, brain not even fully processing what just happened, as you notice Serena’s arm on your elbow and the red wine splattered where you stood just moments ago.

Did she move me? But when-how did she-

“Sorry! Sorry about that.” The man slurs, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. His partner, a distressed young woman, grabs his elbow and forces him to stand straight. “Guess I’ve had too much.” His embarrassed partner chokes out a laugh as he continues to sway.

“Yes, it seems you have. Make sure to fix that, soon.”

Serena’s tone is barely above talking volume, but holds a command like a powerful shout, Both of the dancers jerk with surprise, furiously bowing as the female drags the man out of the hall.

Serena sighs, rubbing her forehead with exasperation. She turns toward you, smiles back on her face.

“Would you like to take this to the garden? Seems the party is getting a bit too rowdy for good conversation.”

You nod, still a bit befuddled by Serena’s quick mood change and even quicker reflexes. But you link elbows when she holds hers up in invitation nonetheless, following her outside.

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The Macarthur estate is beautiful, as expected, and the garden fits that image to a T. Even in the moonlight you can see the finely cultivated roses bushes which decorate it, along with the gleaming marble fountain and sitting space under an ornately decorated gazebo. The two of your heels click along the paved path as you walk towards the center, your half-empty drink still in hand.

“You were sadly interrupted, but you were mentioning something about the dress?”

You nod, taking another long sip of your champagne, hoping a little alcohol may temper your thoughts.

“Yes, I was just going to say that I made it myself.” Serena’s eyes grow wide, eyes darting up and down your attire, and you feel yourself fluster. “It’s a tradition in my family, you see. My great-great-grandmother was very diligent when it came to teaching her kids how to sew, even the boys, and it became such an insisted upon skill that all her children ended up making their own evening clothing for special occasions. It ended up filtering down that every child makes one special outfit themselves, for what occasion it doesn’t particularly matter, but something thatt is uniquely you.” You pull up the end of your skirt, pointing out the flower pattern. “I’ve always had a fondness for gardening, so I tried to incorporate that into my dress. Plus,” You smooth out your skirt, “Most party dresses I’ve found are a bit too restrictive for my tastes, I wanted something I could really get into some fun with, y’know?” You force a giggle, immediately wondering if that comment was a bit too salacious for high-society talk. Serena simply smirks, letting out a low chuckle of her own.

“I wholeheartedly agree. May I take a closer look?” She gestures to your skirt and you hastily nod. The two of you take a seat by the fountain, Serena’s glove accidentally brushing against your calf as she picks up your skirt. You try and control your shiver from the simple contact. She hums admirably as she runs along your work. “Such incredibly done Sunflowers, the detail you put in is astounding. And these are forget-me-nots, correct?”

“Oh yes, those are my favorite kind.” Serena’s hands continue to run along the linework, following the bumps and dips of each flower petal. “As you can see I had trouble with the lavender, what with the petals being so small.” Serena shakes her head, a fond smile on her face. She looks up at you, forcing you to hastily act as if you weren’t admiring her face.

“The work you put in makes them twice as beautiful, mistakes be damned.” You blush even harder, throwing your hand and taking a final sip of your champagne.

“Thank you very much, but I have a long way to go.”

Serena’s hand hasn’t left your skirt, now resting on her lap as she continues to look at you. You swallow the last droplets of champagne down your throat, trying to fill the silence.

“The band is incredible, did you hire them locally?” You stutter, setting down your glass. Serena continues to fiddle with your skirt.

“Some of them, yes, but the violinist is actually my older sister, Marigold.”

“Wow! Make sure to give her my compliments, she’s very talented.” Serena nods, before her eyes dart down your toes. As the music echoes out of the hall and into the garden, you had unconsciously begun to tap your toes to the beat. When she glances at you, she can see your head slightly bobbing, a content look painting your face. A small smile forces one on to hers.

How cute. She internally sighs, noting how soft the skin of your cheek looks, the nice curve of your jaw, and your adorable noise. The pulsing blood which would run down your throat, the crimson looking devine against your exposed collarbone and dripping below your breast line.

She stands up abruptly, forcing those evocative thoughts out of her mind. You were quite cute and good company, someone Serena would like to get to know. Sometimes the crossed wires of her brain confused attraction for bloodlust, mistaking the butterflies for hunger pains.. She is almost embarrassed; It was one of the common hurdles new vampires had to overcome, a bridge she thought she crossed years ago

You startle, looking up at her with innocent doe eyes. Serena holds out her hand, ignoring how she can hear your steady pulse, unintentionally matching the beat of the music.

“May I have this dance, fair lady?” She almost whispers, bowing slightly.

Your face flushes, nodding without a word, and slipping your bare hand into her glove.

Serena boldly grabs your hip and presses you against her, quickly taking the lead. Your brain fervently recalls all of your formal dancing lessons, pressing your head into her chest as she takes you along.

In her arms, following her perfected steps, that slithering self-consciousness sneaks back into your brain. Your logic tries to reason with it;

You wanted to dance, but now that this beautiful woman has gladly offered her hand, you want to stop?

But your insecurities are louder, screaming about every trip and every spare touch. This close, you can feel her firm musculature through the dress, spotting the hint of her bicep as she leads you. With her dainty and elegant hand on your side, you feel twice aware of your size underneath, every imperfection concealed by your dress.

You had fallen in love with this dress when making it, but had always been hesitant to wear it. You feared that once you put it on, that beautiful picture in your mind would shatter, leaving you forlorned of what could never be. Not with you wearing it, you had thought, avoiding your own mirror as you left.

“Something on your mind, flower?”

Serena whispers into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. Your back jerks and contorts back into position, almost stepping your foot on hers. You shake your head furiously.

“Oh no! I-I just-” You stumble, trying to find an easy excuse, but are stopped when you take a look at her face.

She’s resplendent, even up close, not a hint of makeup to be seen. But across her cheeks, slightly faded from what looks like years away from the sun, are-

“My, you have such wonderful freckles.” You murmur, without a second thought.

Unbeknownst to you, if Serena could blush, she would. But the scrunched up look of embarrassment is telling, hinting that maybe this beautiful heiress has her own things she hides away.

“W-well, thank you.” She hastily utters, eyes averting from yours. It’s uncharacteristically shy and you can’t control the giggle that escapes you.

To give her some reprieve, you take your eyes off her face and trail them around the garden. They catch on the fountain, where the contrasting colors of your dresses stand out amidst the black. In the reflection, the two of you could not look more different. Serena stands a head above you, slim-fitted dark purple dress pulled across her curves, while your bright green dress cinches at the waist, flowing out like the flower's detailed skirt. It blows and beckons with every movement, brushing occasionally against your form and showing off the contours of your body.

Damn, you think, we look hot.

Just as fickle as it’s counterpoint, confidence quickly overtakes your mind, blocking out the noise of your doubt. You hold tight to your beautiful partner, in the beautiful dress that you made, and allow the happiness of this moment to exist uninterrupted, however short it may be.

The music increases its pace, the smooth line of a saxophone bringing up the energy. With a new burst of energy, you allow yourself to improvise amidst the  strict waltz. You lift your weight off your heels and try to glide from step to step, like the fast-paced tango dancers your mother once took you to see. Serena matches your enthusiasm, gripping your waist, even lifting you a few inches off the ground when a particular chord strikes. Her fingers slightly tickle your ribs, an ecstatic giggle escaping you and you falter a misstep. Your mind almost stops, embarrassed by your stumble and that insecurity sneaking back in, but Serena follows your new tempo with grace, urging you along with improvisation.

Your bodies follow the music with abandon, ordered steps devolving into impassioned stamps and twists, Serena twirling you around as the violin and piano sing from afar. Your heart and mind are running on adrenaline. It’s like when you were little, letting out your energy in any way possible. Serena’s laughter is magical and for once you don’t detest your awkward snorts and chuckles.

As the music slows, the two of you near-tumble back into the fountain, taking a seat with heaving chests.

“Whew, I haven’t danced like that in a while!” You say, brushing a stray hair back behind your ear. Serena nods, patting her stomach as she continues to laugh.

“Me as well. I forgot how fun it could be, when you’re not counting your steps.”

“Oh good, you do that too. I always wondered how no one got dreadfully bored just saying 1-2-3 over and over.” You mutter, taking in a deep breath and patting her thigh. Your other hand drifts down to the fountain water, letting your fingertips brush across the top and inadvertently catching your reflection once more.

It’s not the most flattering angle, your shoulders slump and the water slightly distorted, and those intruding thoughts try to slip in once more.

Oh shut up, let us have this.

Your logic sighs, batting it away without another second thought.

As the two of you sit, your energy eventually begins to drift back down, your muscles slightly tired from that short burst of impact. You sneak a glance at Serena.

While her outfit is still immaculate, her updo shows the smallest signs of dishelevement, curly black hairs falling down above her ears. In a way, she’s more beautiful than ever.

“Me and some friends are actually getting together next week. The shepherd's daughter, Violet, is getting married and they are throwing a little shindig at the barn to celebrate. Do you want to come?”

Serena looks up at you, slightly surprised, face furrowed with that hidden bashfulness. But she nods nonetheless, shooting you a bright smile.

Still high off your dance, you just barely miss her large fangs, which glimmer under the moonlight.

You smile back, only startled when the large bell tower from  the center of town chimes. Your head looks towards it’s large face and back towards the moon position. You’d guess it was midnight. Seems the two of you had lost track of time while dancing.

“Well, I should probably be going.” You say, standing up and brushing off your skirt. “I do have some gardening to attend to in the morning, going to need a solid amount of sleep. But,” You say, eyes demure and locked on your toes as Serena stands up, “I had a lot of fun tonight. More than usual, I would say.” You giggle, twirling a strand of your hair. Serena hmms in agreement.

“Me as well, flower. Your company has been the highlight of my night.”

In a bold move, Serena grabs your hand and lays a kiss on the back of it. Her eyes radiate that power and certainty from before, crimson irises shining in the night. Your blush crawls its way back up your neck.

“I-I can say the same.”

The two of you stay in that position for a moment, Serena pulling away her lips but keeping a lingering hold on your hand. Your heart thrums in your chest, while hers is deathly silent. Neither of you wants to be the first to pull away.

“I-uhm.” You stumble, hand still locked in place.

Now’s as good a time as any. You suppose.

In a quick movement, your hand loosens from Serena’s grasp and you give a quick peck on her cheek. In another, you have pulled away, sprinting towards your carriage.

“I-I’ll see you Saturday!” You shout, nearly tripping over a rose bush.

Left behind in the garden stands Serena, cold hand pressed against the burning skin of her cheek. Your kiss shot through her body like a lightning strike, almost jolting her frozen-heart alight.

That night, Serena goes for a hunt. She barely takes the time to change out of her formal clothes, nearly tearing the delicate lacework of her dress. Her claws catch on her gloves and almost rip apart, her heels scuffing the floor as she kicks them off and to the side. Her undead body is thrumming with life, untapped energy that longs to get out.

Her thoughts run a mile a minute, forcibly distracted by the Grizzly bear she currently has in a choke hold. It puts up a good fight, but Serena is running off of pure bloodlust.

At least, she thinks it’s bloodlust. A deeper part of her knows it's something else; The sparking fire of something new and a little bit frightening.

The last time she was personally invited to a ball, an event, a ceremony was less than a couple months ago. When you hold a position such as hers, look like her, they are common occurrences.

But to a party? Not a politically motivated meetup, but a genuine, let your hair down, party? Well, she hadn’t been to one since she was a youngling of 150.

And for the first time in a while, she is excited.

#reader insert #monster romance #female reader #monster x reader #vampire x reader #my writing #vampire

[writingwhimsey]

Lady of Azuchi Ch. 1

A/N: My Nobunaga fanfic based off of the romantic ending (minus the epilogue).

Chapter One

I walked the streets of Azuchi carrying my last delivery for the day. When I arrived at the residence, I was greeted by a maid with a deep bow. "Welcome Lady Ava. Please come inside."

"Thank you." I replied taking the invitation and walking in. This was unusual. Most of the time when I made my kimono deliveries, the Lords and Ladies of manors preferred to have their maids greet me and accept the package on their behalf.

"My lord and lady wish to see your work right away and thank you in person Lady Ava." The maid said, confirming my thoughts. She then led me to a room where the lord and lady sat drinking tea.

"My Lord, My Lady, Lady Ava has arrived with your delivery." The maid said with a bow before leaving.

The couple smiled at me. "Welcome Lady Ava, please come in and sit with us." The lord greeted. He was a local daimyo who had come to stay in Azuchi for a few weeks.

"Thank you." I said with a bow and brought forward the package containing their kimonos. I opened the package and pulled out their custom orders, displaying the beautiful fabric. "Here are your pieces, I hope you like them."

The couple looked them over. "How beautiful...and such string stitching. These are the finest quality I have ever seen." The lady gushed.

"Very well made indeed." The Lord agreed.

"It appears the rumors are true." The Lady said. "If you want quality work come to Azuchi and request a piece by Lady Ava."

I felt the blush rising to my cheeks as a smile of pride spread across my face. "I am pleased you like my work, though I don't know if I am all that special."

"Oh my dear lady, you are." The lady gushed. "Not to mention what an honor it is to have you deliver them personally."

"Yes, a true honor." The lord agreed.

"And now when we return home, I shall be the only one to have a piece created and delivered to me personally by the Lady of Azuchi Castle. I'll be the envy of all my friends." She gushed further.

Now their treatment of me made more sense. Just a little over a month ago Nobunaga decided being my boyfriend wasn't enough and wanted me to marry him. And I loved him so much that I eagerly jumped at the idea. Especially since we already were living as if we were. It more or less just made things official being his wife.

I believed them though that they did love my work. I had many of the same compliments from customers before I even fell in love with Nobunaga. I gave them a smile. "I am so happy you are pleased. If you ever need any more pieces just place another order. I would be more than happy to make another."

"You really are as hard working as they say." The lord said.

"I only wish to do my part." I replied.

We spoke a little further before I finally was able to get away. Thankfully they had been my last delivery for the day. Looking at the sky I saw that the sun was beginning to set. I decided to stop and grab some dumplings as a treat to take back with me for an after dinner treat to share with my husband.

I grinned to myself as I thought the word husband. It felt both strange and completely right to think of him as such. We'd been together for around six months, which I know seems like a short time, but my heart was his.

As I stepped out of the shop I heard a familiar deep voice call to me. "There you are, Ava."

I turned to see Nobunaga walking up to me. My smile became even wider as he approached me and took my hand in his. "Did you come out all this way just to walk me home?"

"Of course, these streets can be dangerous at night. I can't allow any harm to come to my most precious wife." He replied bringing my hand to his lips and placing a kiss on the back.

We began walking back toward the castle, hands still clasped as he remembered my request from when we first declared our feelings for each other. He remembers everything I tell him.

"So, what is it that had you smiling when you stepped out of the dumpling shop?" He asked. "I take it your deliveries went well?"

"They did, but that wasn't what had me smiling." I replied.

"Then what was it?"

"Just thinking about getting home and sharing these dumplings with my husband."

Nobunaga smiled. "I don't think I shall ever tire of hearing you call me your husband."

"Nor I you calling me your wife." I replied.

We arrived home at the castle and made our way to the tenshu where dinner was delivered to us. "How did you deliveries go?" Nobunaga asked me as we ate our meal together.

"Really well." I answered. "I have a feeling that before they leave, Lord Yoshikai and his wife will be ordering more...especially his wife."

"You are the best seamstress...I mean fashion designer around." Nobunaga told me with a smile.

I smiled. His remembering everything I have told him about the modern day makes me so happy. It also makes me miss it less. Though just being with him I could never regret my decision to stay in the past. "I do think some of these orders come from people's curiosity over me though."

"Why do you say that?" He asked.

"I think many of them wonder why the wife of the powerful Nobunaga Oda chooses to work as a seamstress." I answered. "I believe when I first arrived here you even told me to spend my time on cards and makeup or whatever...which is what I think most other wives of these lords spend their time on."

"You are a unique woman." Nobunaga agreed. "One of the many reasons I love you." He was then leaning over and placing a kiss on my forehead.

"And I love you."

After dinner we changed into our night clothes and sat out on the balcony, overlooking the castle town. Nobunaga pulled me into his lap when I went to sit down beside him. I let out a giggle. "Beside you is not close enough?" I teased.

"Never." He answered. He was then pulling the collar of my night robes aside and playfully nipping at my neck.

A shiver of pleasure ran down my spine. His touch was always full of heat and electricity. "Mmn..ah!" I moaned as he continued up my neck and to my ear where I was so sensitive. His lips, teeth, and tongue all stimulating me as his hands slid beneath my robe to cup my breasts, his fingers tracing my nipples.

I let out another cry and arched my back as he continued to shower me with his touch. Soon we were back inside and he had me lying back on he futon. He captured my lips in a passionate kiss as he undid my robes and pushed them aside. I reached my own hands to remove his robes and run them over his string chest and back.

Nobunaga gave me a devilish grin when he broke the kiss. Then he kissed down my neck, showered my breasts in kisses and nips, over my ribs, down my stomach, before stopping to lavish my thighs with his lips and teeth. He worked his way back up my thighs and then went to the spot I was hottest for him and when he reached there, began to use his tongue to stimulate that most sensitive cluster of nerves.

"Nobu...naga!" I cried out as I reached my hands down to wrap my fingers in his hair. He continued to lap at me, making me come undone. I clenched my thighs around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

"You taste sweeter and more delicious than my most favorite sugar candies." He said upon finishing giving me yet another wave of pleasure. He smiled at me as he began to kiss back up my body.

I didn't even have the words to respond nor form a coherent thought. Before my mind had a chance to clear, he was capturing my lips in yet another passionate kiss. At the same moment I felt him enter me and fill me so completely.

I moaned into the kiss and clung to his back. My hips moved with his, our bodies one. Each thrust brought me over the brink and I moaned and cried out. Every time we made love it was just as amazing as the first time. Nobunaga had memorized the map of my body and always knew where and how to touch me.

We crested the final wave of pleasure together and then fell back into the futon. Nobunaga quickly pulled me back into his arms, holding me against his chest. He then kissed my forehead. "I will never tire of hearing you cry my name." He said, his lips at my ear.

I felt my face flush. "That's good considering how good you are at making me do it."

He chuckled. "And to think just nine months ago, you stubbornly refused to do so."

"Yes, well that's before I knew you." I replied, remembering our early days. "Though you did make me cry out several times then, too...I just refused to say your name."

"Or admit you enjoyed it."

"Well...I wasn't used to being conquered."

"And yet you are the one who conquered me." He replied. "The woman who could tame the devil."

I pulled back and eyed him. "You're saying you're tame now? I somehow don't believe that."

Nobunaga laughed. "Only for you."

We snuggled up together and soon fell asleep, still wrapped in each other's arms. I awoke he next morning rather late. Nobunaga was already up and gone to get started on his work for the day. I found a note on the bed beside me from him.

I am sorry for you to wake alone. But you looked so peaceful sleeping that I decided not to wake you. I know you have the day off. You should rest and enjoy it for I intend not to let you rest tonight once I am finished with my work for the day. I love you and I will see you tonight.

I smiled as I read the little love note. A thrill of anticipation shot through me at the promised pleasure of the night. Especially once I thought of last night's pleasure...and the night before that. Pretty much every night ended in Nobunaga making love to me and holy cats was it always amazing!

Deciding I should get up and get ready, I sat up, but almost fell back down immediately as a wave of dizziness hit me. "Woah...where did that come from?" I wondered aloud to myself.

I kept one hand back on the futon keeping myself propped up and the other on my head. Once the dizziness passed, I slowly turned to look at the room. I saw a tray nearby with my breakfast on it. Slowly I stood up and wrapped myself in my robe. I could tell that my breakfast had long ago grown cold. Yet the thought of food hot or cold seemed to make my stomach churn.

I looked out at the sky and took note of how high the sun was. Just then there was a knock on the door and my maid was poking her head in. "My lady...have you just now woken up?" She asked, looking at me.

"Yes...I must have been more tired than I realized." I said waving it off.

"I'll take your breakfast and be back with a new tray." She said. "Since this went cold. It appears it is a good thing you have the day off. Clearly you needed the rest."

"Yes, I guess so." I replied. "But don't worry about the breakfast...I'm not feeling very hungry."

"Are you feeling alright my lady?"

"I'm fine." I answered giving her a smile. "Just probably a little exhausted."

"You have been working very hard." She agreed. "I'll draw you a bath. That should help you feel a little better and more refreshed."

"A nice warm bath does sound nice. I think that will help. Thank you, Kinu."

Kinu bowed and took my breakfast tray. "I'll take this to the kitchen and then get your bath ready."

True to her word Kinu drew a bath for me and I was soon resting in the nice warm water. It felt nice to have the soak. Kinu grabbed a small wash basin and set it at the back of the tub. She grabbed a sponge and some soaps. "Allow me to wash your hair my lady."

"You don't have to do that." I replied.

"I know, but I want to. Just to make sure you are truly relaxed, alright?"

"When you ask like that, how can I say no to your kind offer?" I replied.

Kinu smiled. "Now, lie back and close your eyes."

I did as instructed and Kinu pulled my hair back over the edge of the tub. She poured the warm water over it until it was completely soaked. I sighed and relaxed as she began to comb the soap through my hair. It reminded me of getting my hair done at the salon in modern day.

There was a pause in her movements and then I felt fingers in my hair once again. Though these didn't feel quite like Kinu's fingers. They felt larger, but were somehow gentler. I opened my eyes and saw those familiar carnelian eyes I knew so well looking at me, full of warmth and love.

A smile spread across my face instantly. "I thought you had work to do?" I asked.

"Is there any work more important than tending to my lovely wife?" Nobunaga countered.

"I thought your plans for world domination were quite important." I teased.

"There is enough time I can take a break." He told me. "Besides, I missed seeing you this morning." He was then kissing my forehead.

"Sorry about that." I replied sheepishly.

"No need to apologize. You've been working rather hard. You deserve to sleep in." He told me. "Though I hear you slept in rather late today."

"More tired than I thought, I guess."

Nobunaga shook his head. "Do I need to speak to the head seamstress about reducing your work load?"

"Don't you dare." I replied.

Nobunaga chuckled. "Just remember to take care of yourself, my love."

I looked into his eyes, seeing that they looked somewhat sad and concerned. "What is it?" I asked. "There's another reason you've come here and not just to take a break, isn't there?"

"Sometimes I forget how well you see me." He said.

"Another battle?" I asked.

"One of the daimyo has come forward reporting some riots in his fief. I am going t have to go and help settle things. I will be taking Masamune and Ieyasu with me." He replied with a sigh. "And I was very much looking forward to not letting you rest this evening."

"We will have plenty of nights for you to keep me up." I replied with a smile. Though I would miss him and hated whenever he had to go off to battle, I didn't want him leaving with a heavy heart for my sake.

"You always know where to find the bright side." He was then kissing my forehead, my nose, and then my lips. "I'll finish washing your hair and then we can have lunch before I have to leave."

"You don't have to finish my hair. I can do it." I replied.

"I want to." He told me in a tone that left no room for arguments.

He finished scrubbing the soap into my hair, massaging my scalp with his long calloused fingers. Then he rinsed it out, scrubbing my scalp more to get the soap out. I sat up and let him wash my back as well before my bath was complete.

I stood up to climb out of the tub and nearly lost my balance once again as another wave of dizziness washed over me. Nobunaga caught me and steadied me as he wrapped a towel around me.

"Are you alright?" He asked, nothing but concern in those beautiful eyes.

"I'm fine. I just slipped a bit when I was standing up." I lied. I couldn't let him know about the dizziness. I knew he would worry and I couldn't let him worry about me when he had a battle he needed to focus on.

He looked into my eyes, as if he could pull the truth from their depths. "Are you sure?"

"I promise, I am totally fine. A bit clumsy, but you know that already."

"I shall have to tell Hideyoshi to keep a close eye on you while I am gone."

"As if he's not already enough of a mother hen." I teased.

After a few moments, Nobunaga finally set me back down on my feet. He helped me to finish drying off before I changed into a kimono and then we went back out to enjoy our lunch. It was a rather delicious looking meal of smoke salmon, rice, and roasted vegetables. One of my favorite meals, actually. But the sight of the salmon made my stomach churn just as the thought of breakfast had when I had first woken up.

However not wanting to worry my husband, I picked at the fish and made sure to eat the rice. "Is there something wrong with the meal?" He asked.

Damn, nothing escapes his notice. I thought to myself. "Nothing. It's just that I am not very hungry. I did eat breakfast not that long ago...since I slept in so late." I lied once again, hoping that no one had told him I hadn't eaten my breakfast.

"That would make sense." He agreed finally. "How long do you think you will be gone?" I asked, changing the subject from myself.

"It's hard to tell for sure. The fief is a three days journey from here. I imagine it shouldn't take long to quell the riots once we discover the problem. But that could take a while." He answered me. "Though I have already sent Mitsuhide ahead to start investigating."

"If anyone can find out what's going on it's definitely Mitsuhide." I replied.

"Exactly."

After finishing up the meal, Nobunaga prepared to for his journey. I helped with what I could and then walked with him to the gates, where Masamune and Ieyasu waited along with a portion of the Oda army.

"Come to see us off, lass?" Masamune greeted from astride his horse.

"Oh you guys are here too?" I replied, my tone teasing.

Masamune put a hand over his heart feigning taking a wound. "Oooh, Lass that one hurt a bit."

"This is pointless." Ieyasu said in his usual prickly tone. He then turned his horse around so that his back was to the rest of us.

"You still make aims at my wife?" Nobunaga said, eyeing Masamune.

"I lost that bet a long time ago." Masamune replied. "Course not as hard as Mitsuhide or the lass did." He then winked at me.

"What bet are you talking about?" Nobunaga asked.

Heat rose to my cheeks as I recalled the bet he was referring to. "It wasn't even a real bet."

"So, you're saying you only take bets over games, then?" Masamune teased.

"What are you two even talking about?" Nobunaga asked, clearly irritated that there was something that he didn't know. It was kind of cute how jealous he seemed over something so small.

"It wasn't long after you made your bet with her. She came to deliver a kimono I ordered. Mitsuhide bet she would fall madly in love wit you only to be left crying. I bet that I could swoop in and steal her before that could happen...oh and I believe her exact words were, I bet you both that the world will end before I ever fall in love with Nobunaga Oda."

Nobunaga looked at me. "You really said that?"

"In all fairness that was after suffering my first loss and I still thought you were a big scary ogre." I answered honestly as my face reddened further.

Nobunaga laughed and then pulled me into his arms. "And now?" He asked, his lips at my ear.

"You're a slightly less scary ogre." I teased.

He laughed. "You're the only one I will let get by with that." He was then pulling me closer and giving me a deep kiss.

I felt the kiss all the way down to my toes as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself as close as I could. When we finally broke the kiss, Nobunaga looked into my eyes. "When I return we will continue this further...and I believe I will have to punish you for thinking me an ogre."

I felt a thrill of electricity through my entire body at that. "Just what will that be?" I asked, wanting desperately to know what he had in mind.

"You will just have to wait and find out...let your imagination come up with all sorts of ideas while you wait for my return." He then kissed me again before mounting his horse.

"Lord Nobunaga gets all the fun." Masamune laughed. He then winked at me.

I returned a playful glare at him. "Just shush you."

Nobunaga turned to his soldiers. "Men, we depart. We will finish this battle victorious and all return home. None of you are to die."

Cries of, "Yes, my lord." Sounded throughout the group and then I watched as my love left with the other war lords and the soldiers.

I sent up a silent prayer for them all to return safely and swiftly. I stood at the gate until they were well out of sight. Then I turned to head to the castle, a wave of dizziness hitting me once again.

I was about to fall when I felt someone catch me. "Are you tripping over thin air now?" A familiar voice asked me.

I turned and saw Hideyoshi standing beside me. He helped me to stand and steady myself. "Something like that." I answered with a smile.

Hideyoshi eyed me like a mother eyeing her child she knew was lying. "Are you alright, Ava? You do know Lord Nobunaga didn't just ask me to look after the castle, but after you as well."

"I know...and that's all something you would do without him having to ask, I know." I replied.

"Do you need a doctor?" Hideyoshi asked me.

"Nope. I am fine." I answered. "Just a little moment of clumsiness on my part."

Hideyoshi sighed. "Alright, but I think you should get back inside and rest for the rest of the day. Just take it easy. Then after that you Mitsunari and I will join you for dinner. You definitely need to eat."

"Alright." I agreed, although food still didn't sound appealing.

Hideyoshi released me and then walked me back inside, watching me the entire time. He was such a worrywart. He walked me all the way back mine and Nobunaga's room. Once he left me, I realized how tired I still felt, despite sleeping in so late.

I decided to take Hideyoshi's advice and rest. I laid down in the futon and quickly fell asleep, though I did ask Kinu to wake me before dinner so I wouldn't worry Hideyoshi and Mitsunari when they came with dinner.

Kinu managed to wake me with just enough time to make myself presentable before the pair were joining me for dinner. I managed to eat more of the food than I had earlier in the day and, though I was forcing myself to eat so that I did not worry either of them.

After dinner they stayed and we played a few card games and chatted. I found myself able to forget about my uneasy stomach and the loneliness I felt with Nobunaga gone for just a little while. It was indeed so nice of them to visit with me for so long as I knew they had work to do.

"I think we have imposed on you long enough Ava." Hideyoshi said, taking note of the time.

"Yes, we should be letting you rest." Mitsunari agreed.

"Thank you both for coming to share dinner with me and keep me company for a while." I replied. "It was nice."

"If you wish while Lord Nobunaga is gone we can come by every night. We can't have you getting lonely."

I smiled. I knew that's why he did it. "Thank you. I would like that, but if you two are busy then don't worry about it. I know when Nobunaga is gone there is even more work for you to do."

"You let us worry about that." Hideyoshi said.

"Yes, you have nothing to worry about Lady Ava." Mitsunari agreed.

Once they were gone, I really was alone in the tenshu. I looked over at the futon which seemed cold without Nobunaga there. I sighed as I readied myself for bed and then slipped beneath the covers. I usually had a hard time sleeping when he was gone, but this night I had no troubles easily falling into a deep and dreamless sleep.

I woke the next morning, but not of my own accord. Kinu was having to wake me. "My lady, you need to be getting up and eating your breakfast. The head seamstress said more orders have come in for you even while you were off for the day."

I sat up, my head pounding. I pushed through the headache though and got myself up out of the futon. I managed to eat some of my breakfast, my stomach roiling the entire time. I dressed myself for the day and headed down to join the rest of the seamstresses.

I managed to ignore my headache and the roiling in my stomach by focusing in my sewing. It was amazing how many orders were coming in specifically for me, though. I was honored by how many people loved my work.

"You're doing so well, Lady Ava." Ohatsu, the head seamstress said to me. "All of Azuchi and beyond knows that if they want quality clothes to come to you."

I smiled. "I just really enjoy the work." I replied.

"And it shows." She said with a smile. "In all my years, I have never seen anyone as passionate about sewing as you are. Nor anyone's eye for colors and patterns as trained as yours."

"Well...thank you. I am honored by your words." I replied. It was then at this very moment I was no longer able to ignore the roiling in my stomach.

"Lady Ava..."Ohatsu asked, noticing a change in my face.

"Uhm...if you'll excuse me for...a moment." I was then dashing out of the room and finding the most discrete place I could to empty the contents of my stomach.

"Maybe I am getting sick." I muttered to myself. "But I till have work to do...and I can't have anyone worrying about me."

I made my way to go get some cold water and then composed myself before returning to the seamstresses. "My lady, are you alright?" Ohatsu asked.

"Perfectly fine. I just needed to get some air for a moment."

The next week was spent in a similar fashion. I was having trouble waking up in the morning and easily falling asleep at night. My stomach did not like the sight or smell of most food. I found that rice and chicken were easy on my stomach and typically stayed down.

If I just stuck with those things, I could keep how I was feeling to myself. I was eating dinner with Hideyoshi and Mitsunari again when a messenger arrived with a letter from Nobunaga. They had managed to calm things down for the daimyo and would be heading back for Azuchi in the morning. Which meant that in three days he would be home.

"Thank heaven." I said once Hideyoshi had finished reading the letter.

"Oh my lady, I believe this letter is specifically for you." The messenger said, handing me another letter. "Lord Nobunaga said you should probably read this alone."

I smiled as I took the letter from him. "Thank you."

"Well, if that's the case, I believe we should leave you alone then so you can read your letter." Hideyoshi said.

"Yes, have a good night Lady Ava." Mitsunari said.

"Thanks, you guys too."

Once they were gone I opened the letter and read it.

Ava,

I will be home soon. This last week without you has been terrible. I miss you and your warmth. As soon as I am home we will continue where we left off...and don't forget I have to punish you for calling me an ogre. I hope you are ready. There are some...interesting things that the local daimyo we just helped gifted me for the assistance. I think you just might enjoy them. I will see you soon. I love you.

Yours eternally,

Nobunaga

My mind went so many different places as I read his letter. "What in the world could the daimyo have gifted him? I wonder." I pondered aloud to myself.

Just as I was beginning to imagine a number of BDSM scenarios, I felt my stomach roll and then I was retching. "I hope whatever this is is over by the time Nobunaga gets back." I spoke to myself.

I managed to drag myself to bed and kept a pot beside me just in case. I fell asleep with no troubles, thoughts of Nobunaga returning filling my head.

It was finally the day before Nobunaga would be returning. I was working with the maids to get the castle perfectly clean and ready for the banquet we would be having to celebrate his return and his victory.

"Lady Ava, are you sure you don't need to take a break?" One of the maids asked me. "You have been working very hard today."

"I am just fine." I answered, though I was still not feeling well. I had to push through.

"You really should take a break, my lady." Kinu said looking at me with concern.

Though I had been trying not to worry anyone, I had worried Kinu. She alone knew how little I was eating and that I had been getting sick. She was also the one who had to wake me in the mornings.

I gave her a smile. "I will finish cleaning this hall and then I will take a break if it will ease all of your worries?" I replied.

"Alright." Kinu said, though the worry did not quite leave her eyes.

"Maybe I can convince her to take a break." Hideyoshi said coming up behind Kinu.

"I'm just wanting to make sure everything looks good for tomorrow when Nobunaga gets back and we have the banquet." I replied. I was then turning to finish dusting when I suddenly felt dizzy. This dizziness was stronger than any of the previous waves I had experienced.

I felt myself falling back. "Ava!" I heard Hideyoshi and Kinu shout, but I couldn't stop myself from falling nor could I respond. I am certain I felt Hideyoshi catch me before the world went black.

I woke to the sound of Kinu's voice and a man's voice talking, but not a voice I was familiar with. "I knew I should have said something sooner." Kinu said on the verge of tears. "But she kept insisting she was fine...I was thinking that maybe she was just missing Lord Nobunaga. She always gets a little melancholy when he is gone."

"You did nothing wrong. You were only listening to what your lady and mistress was telling you." The unfamiliar male voice said.

"He is right." That was Hideyoshi. "Your loyalty to Ava is quite admirable."

"She just didn't want to worry anyone." Kinu said. "But she hasn't been eating very much and she's been incredibly difficult to wake in the mornings and she has been going to sleep almost as soon as you and Mitsunari leave after dinner...and then the retching."

"I am sorry." I found myself speaking up as the room came into focus. I was lying in the futon in the tenshu. Hideyoshi and Kinu were next to my bed and then there was a third man to my other side, looking me over. "I really didn't want to worry anyone."

"I knew something was wrong." Hideyoshi said. "You should have told us sooner. We could have brought the castle doctor to you sooner."

"Now that she is awake, will you two leave?" The third man who must have been the caste doctor spoke up. "I need to speak with the lady and also perform an exam."

"Right, of course." Hideyoshi said. "We will be right outside the door if you need anything, Ava."

"I'll go get you some rice porridge." Kinu said. "You've been able to keep that down."

"Alright...thank you, both of you."

They then left the room and I sat up and looked at the doctor. "What do you think is wrong?" I asked.

"Tell me how long have you been having these symptoms?" He asked.

"A little over a week. They started with some light dizziness and fatigue the day Nobunaga and the others left." I answered.

He nodded. "And you've had fatigue and retching as well?"

"Yes." I answered.

"Forgive me for this question, but when was your last bleeding?" He asked.

"My last bleeding?" I asked furrowing my brow.

"Yes, the one you experience monthly."

"Oh." My period. I thought as realization hit me. I then started to think about it. "It was...uhm...a month before the wedding, I think." Had it really been that long?

"Then I think you and I both know exactly what your illness is."

"Wait...you mean...I am..."

"With child yes." He answered. He was then reaching into his robes and pulling out something. "This herbal mixture will help with the uneasiness in your stomach until it subsides on it's own. Sprinkle a bit in with your meals twice a day and it will settle your stomach."

"Thank you." I said, not sure what else to say.

"Get plenty of rest as well. Your body needs it."

I nodded. "Right."

"I will leave instructions with your maid and with Lord Hideyoshi that you are to rest and eat." He said. "But don't worry I won't tell them the nature of your condition. I am sure you want to be the one to tell our lord upon his return and I am sure you want him to be the first to know."

"Yes...thank you." I said, though I admit I wasn't thinking that far ahead. I was still in shock.

The doctor bowed and then left. Hideyoshi and Kinu quickly returned soon after, Kinu with my rice porridge. "The doctor said you have a small stomach ailment and that it should clear up soon, but until then he gave you some medicine?" Hideyoshi asked.

"Yeah." I replied, still in shock.

Kinu was then taking the medicine from me and sprinkling some in the porridge. "You need to eat my lady." She said.

"Yes and neither of us is leaving until you do." Hideyoshi said.

Something about the way Hideyoshi spoke to me snapped me out of my trance and I nodded. "Right." I need to eat. I have more than just myself to worry about now. I thought as I took a bite of the warm porridge.

Both Hideyoshi and Kinu stayed until I finished the entire bowl. "You are not to lift a finger or move from that futon for the rest of the day." Hideyoshi said, sounding so much like a worried mother.

I'm going to need to take lessons. Thought to myself with a smile. "Alright, I will stay in bed and rest."

"Good." Hideyoshi said. "I think you should stay in bed tomorrow as well."

"If the medicine works though and I can eat, I should be fine to get back to things tomorrow." I protested. "Besides, Nobunaga will be back tomorrow...I need to be at the gate to greet him."

"We will see how you are feeling in the morning and then decide from there." Hideyoshi said. "I am sure Lord Nobunaga will understand if you are ill."

"I know he will understand." I replied. "But I just want to be there."

A soft smile lit Hideyoshi's features. "Sometimes I forget just how much you two love each other." He said. "But still you need your rest and you know as well as I do, Lord Nobunaga wants you to be happy and healthy. So, we'll just see how you are feeling tomorrow morning and go from there."

I let out a sigh. "Alright."

After a bit longer Hideyoshi and Kinu left to let me rest. I lay back in the futon, but there was no way I could rest. "How am I going to tell Nobunaga? And will he be happy with the news?" I whispered to myself.

I rested my hand over my stomach and smiled. "I am sure your father will be happy to hear about you." I spoke to our baby as I imagined Nobunaga's warm smile and loving gaze. As I pictured that, I knew he would be happy. I just had to find the right way to tell him.

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I was working on requests but then I was like y’know what I should do? Flesh out and write down my Mayuri headcanons because I can not bear the weight of this obsession alone.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi Origin Headcanons (incomplete but long)

features: uuuuh not overly disturbing. One instance of suicide, experimentation on a fetus.

The woman who raised him was elegant, ambitious, and dutiful. But she was not a mother. The care she gave Mayuri was toward his talent for sewing—he had an eye for detail and a competitive nature that compelled her to pinch his cheek and smile at his handiwork. Always, she smiled at the fabric. Never at him.

When he was very young, they worked for the local theaters. His mother—she told him over and over she wasn’t his mother, but Mayuri wanted her to be so badly that, in the secret of his mind, he called her that—was sought after enough to be choosy. They followed the actors before pay. She taught him that money was fleeting, but talent was everlasting.

She gave him books on educational odds and ends. Some were not to keep, on loan from someone who owed her a favor. Others were his, taken from those steeped in debt but unwilling to strip his mother’s wonderful kimono from their back. His favorite were of the natural sciences. He so wanted to keep a book on Reishi that he tossed it in the fire pit when his mother demanded it back, not wanting anyone to have it if he couldn’t have his way. She smacked his head against the wall until he bled.

His mother loved to be obeyed. Conditions were what she valued over coin. It was as close to power as could be gotten by someone with so little to begin with. She watched rehearsals, was ‘gifted’ favored seats, and was given a voice when it came time to pick the next play.

He was urged to nurture his curiosity; it would suit him when his mother sent him off to be a soul reaper. She always said she would, even when his entire face became a wrinkle at the thought of fighting on and on for nothing he cared about. At least the actors had grace, built up by makeup, masks, and finery.

Mayuri wasn’t fond of the actors as a rule. Their egos and posturing annoyed him. In opposition, his mother’s eyes followed them endlessly. The exceptions to his ire tended to moonlight as jesters; they came and bid him ask his mother to dye their kimonos or to copy the latest en vogue brocade—but better. That was her specialty—brocades.

He was often bored and lonesome, so when the actors spoke to him, he spoke back despite the cool facade he gave them when with his mother, which was often. The room in which he wove and dyed fabric was often filled with his chatter, to himself. But silent when his mother was there, which was often.

Mayuri pushed limits like all children do, but with himself. How far could he poke a needle into his skin before it became unbearable? If he sewed an eye shut, would it fuse together? His mother seemed very occupied and payed him little attention, until she noticed that his eye was, indeed, fusing shut.

She had a real son by an actor most beloved for his roles as heroines and not long after they were called for by a 1st rukongai theater, where the actor could not follow. His mother accepted, gave her conditions, and stayed for a few last shows. Playing a woman determined to follow her lover in death, he gave a long, wailing speech and did not get back up after twisting the knife to his gut. His mother smiled, looking satisfied that he had done it as the audience leapt from the pits to crowd the dying body.

Thereafter, he seemed to leave his mother’s side for good. Even if his little brother was too young to weave and was bland to everyone including Mayuri, he had an eye for color. His mother wove, aided his brother with dyeing fabric, and told Mayuri it was time for him to do more. “You think it’s only fighting, but my sister became a soul reaper. And now she lives in the clouds, doing as she pleases. No-no, not dead. Just dead to me.”

Mayuri left for the academy before he could watch a 1st rukongai production, his spiritual pressure growing well under instruction. But he hated the large emphasis on battle. Strategy interested him, but his questions soured many teacher’s attitudes toward him.

So used to his hands always being at work at weaving, Mayuri began to tinker on things during class simply to help him think. He sat in the back as a thin courtesy, but was known to dissect animals during lectures. His row was often empty but for himself.

Reishi, again, became a large focal point for him and Mayuri had more than a single book at his disposal. Texts both aged and modern were poured through with hunger. If all living things contain Reishi, then could some form of reishi revive the dead? Could life be made of reishi not through natural processes? Could the essence of the soul exist if pried from the shell, would there be enough reishi to support that?

He understood the concern behind the meetings meant to discourage his questions and lines of study, but he resented them all and burned his theories for show, every wondering word fresh in his mind. His logic was sound, his questions legitimate, and his ability up to the task. How could a soul reaper do as they please in such an environment?

Mayuri went to his mother when he neared graduation, pausing his education, years having past with much frustration, at her call. She sought opportunities for him, now that she served nobles, and he hurried back at the illusion of freedom.

His brother still wore an expression as blank as unmarked paper, but he hugged Mayuri round the legs whenever he entered the room. His mother scolded him for it.

It was here that he once again turned his wondering in on himself. Skin opened and tested for the conditions that would allow regeneration. Could healing Kido be broken down into a liquid or pill? Was there an alternative to healing Kido? With few tools or funding, Mayuri found his conclusions compromised. His skin became scarred, but healed well enough under his skilled needlework to cause no harm.

Not that Mayuri was afraid of harm. It hurt immensely to experiment on himself, but he was greater than the academy would let him be and beneath the pain would be the glory of discovery. At times, he had his little brother do what he could physically not. It worked well—though young, his brother seemed largely unaffected and his needlework had improved enough that Mayuri did not scold him about it. Which was praise enough.

While serving the Shihōin family, his mother made sly introductions to several of the clansmen and one who was not. A soul reaper named Kisuke Urahara, a dear friend of the Shihōin princess , who seemed impressed with Mayuri’s work, but only enough to praise it. He was two faced and annoying and worst of all brilliant. Mayuri wanted the praise he got as much as he hated the man. He was too touchy, always patting his back or hair or shoulder.

Urahara’s words gave confidence to the clansmen, who worked out arrangements with his mother. Instead of paying in full for expensive kimonos and debt-inducing brocade, Mayuri would have funding and permissions. It was all unofficial, under the table, and unknown the clan head. The only ones on the line were he and his mother and Mayuri knew that meant he would take the blame, alone, if relations soured.

The work the two nobles loved best in the beginning were that of regeneration, which suited Mayuri enough since they also gave him freedom to do more. He, too, wished to complete his work in that area. It was, once again, when he wandered back into questions of artificial life—the limits of reishi and the ways to change reishi to break those limits—that he was warned by Urahara. “Any good mind wonders about life and death, Mayuri. But you’re not cute enough to break the rules! Maybe if you looked like your mom ❤️ Instead of an angry burlap dolly~! Good thing you’re a little genius in the making, huh?”

Begrudgingly, Mayuri took the condescending advice and kept his work that did not suit the nobles at a minimum and extremely private. His notes were few, coded, and progressing badly without workable experimentation. What the nobles wanted were likewise becoming more petty; looking to outdo the humans on this or best another clan on that. Unbearable, demeaning work considering the fewer freedoms they gave him—the funding was running out.

He became more restless. More reckless. The Shihōin family and his mother parted ways. Mayuri’s freedoms were gone. He stuck holes in his little brother’s forehead until his face was covered in blood. Made horns. Tore off his own ears. Made better ones. Dug out his own fingernails. Tried to carve himself into something better—someone above these circumstances. His mother sewed his skin shut wordlessly one night, the one he’d rid himself of his ears, and pinched his cheek like he was a toddler again.

So too did his approach to his appearance change. Like the actors and jesters of his earliest memories, he painted his skin white. Covered his eyes in a strip of black. Set his blue hair stiff and neat like a wig. Unique to him were the metal improvements that replaced his ears.

His little brother began to follow him everywhere after he was given horns, his mother once again occupied. One day, they found their mother dead together, murdered body tangled in a weaving loom.

Mad, for sure, Mayuri took her body to his lab, determined to find out as much as he could before discovered. His mother was unsalvageable, but the fetus within her could be something extraordinary. A third sibling. A first sister. A wonderful dream. Someone to take his mother’s place, but better. Always better—always striving to be more than before.

The data was invaluable even if it was coated in failure. Not that he had truly expected to breath life on the first try, but he had wished to not be caught. The Shihōin were famed for their leadership of the secret police, though, and caught he was. Even his most ingenious traps could not stop an entire force.

Unlawful tampering of a soul, theft of Shihōin funds and equipment, unlawful creation, and the murder of secret police, mother, and unborn sister. He was sentenced to the maggot’s nest, no access to anything but a cell. Too valuable of mind to be die, but too dangerous to be free.

Too valuable of mind to die. He always knew he was. It was nice to hear it, though.

#Mayuri Kurotsuchi #bleach imagines #don’t look at me oh my god #i have so much brain rot for this fucker #also of course I’m right about Akon because I will not leave him out of anything ever #his mom is like horrible but also such a bad bitch