#but i'm keeping my hopes suitably low

[not-the-loch]

Finally watched ep 7&8 of s2 reboot and gd this is only adding to my season-long vibe check of 'Mkulia made out after the first episode and have been in a situationship ever since'

#mkulia #total drama 2023 #td julia #td mk #total drama #total drama reboot #come on they're basically married #i hope this doesn't end up being queer bait #but i'm keeping my hopes suitably low

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Listen, i have way more Peter Quill ideas if you’ll allow me-

Can we get one where the reader is super horny for Peter but she doesn’t really want to say anything because they keep getting interrupted by the other guardians (like Mantis, Rocket or Groot needing something) and it happens multiple times until the reader just pushes Peter aside and they start making out. 😂

It can be full smut or just end wherever you want it I’m not picky…but i wouldn’t turn down smut👀 it can also be gender neutral i don’t care, thanks Love! 💖

~Bear🐻

hii again sweetheart!! of course, send them in at anytime:) love love it, I was nice I wrote smut🤭 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

storage room rendezvous

Peter Quill x f reader

wc || 1.3k

warnings || 18+ only sexually explicit content minors dni

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Being confined to the Bowie during long-haul missions often meant there wasn't much space or privacy, never having the luxury of a moment's silence without getting interrupted by one of the other guardians. You and Peter had recently started dating, so the amount of need you had for him was unbearable. You wanted him all the time.    

Rocket had to do an emergency landing on some random planet, twenty-something jump points away from Knowhere so he could tinker. So that left you and the rest of the crew stranded on the ship until the issue resolved. 

Waltzing your way over to the front of the ship, hands cutely laced together as you joined Quill in the captain seat, sitting across his lap. "Whatcha doing?" you question, making yourself comfortable. 

"Taking my seat before Rocket gets back," he chuckles, placing his hand on your thigh, adjusting you as he pulls you closer. "He ain't gonna like it," grinning at the thought. "What's up?" he asks, kissing your shoulder.

"Bored," you say slowly, your tone speckled with suggestion. 

"Bored, huh?" he repeats, his tone matching yours. "What'd ya wanna do?" he asks, already knowing what you're thinking, waiting for you to admit it.

"I did have one idea..." you hint, lightly trailing down his chest. "Oh, god!" you jump, lowering your face to the nape of Peter's neck. "Don't do that."

"What?" Quill questions, his eyes concerned as he follows your initial gaze. "God, Drax. How long you been there?" 

"Since we landed," Drax responds matter-of-factly, pulling a rustly bag from his pocket.

"That was an hour ago." You chime in, poking your head up to look at him. 

Shrugging simply. "Yeah... Zarg-Nut?" He offers, shaking the bag between you both.

Quill extends his hand over the back of the seat, cupping his palm towards Drax. "What?" he chuckles at your displeased expression, shoving a handful of the dried snack into his mouth. "I'm hungry."

"You are unbelievable," you playfully scoff, avoiding his green eyes. 

"Hi, guys." The soft voice of Mantis appears next to Drax. "Oh, can I have one?" She asks, nodding to the bag in his hand.

"They're all gone," Drax replies before pouring the contents into his mouth.

"I am Groot."

"Okay!" you say finally, clapping your hands together once. You loosen from Peter's grip as you stand up, lacing your hand into his as you lead him away from the group. "Come with me."

"Where we going?" Quill questions, following after you, his hand gripped into yours.

"Shut up," you whisper, leading him through the corridors as you search for a suitable storage room.

"You want me, don't ya?" he smugly asks, briskly walking to catch up with your long strides.

Poking your head through door gaps. "Yeah, now shut-up,"

He playfully chuckles, his tone full of assurance. "Knew it," snickering.

"Here's one," you mouth, dragging Peter into the empty room, forcefully shutting the door behind him.

You immediately attach your lips to his, ravenous and starved, desperately tugging at his t-shirt. He separates, his head hung low as he assesses your eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa... ain't even locked the door." He smirks, reaching behind to twist the lock. 

Quill loved when you needed him, loved seeing you desperate. He loved when you were verbal, telling him what you wanted, but not right now. He wanted the control and leadership he craved. 

He lightly trails his hand up your throat, grazing higher before cupping around your jaw, grasping the side of your face to bring you in. He instantly clashes his hungry mouth with yours, rolling and licking over your soft lips while his other hand travels behind your head to pull you closer. The need grows more urgent as his hands roam you, loosening the grip on your jaw to travel down to your throat. He holds it as he controls and deepens the kiss, pushing you back up and against the wall.

"What do you want?" he breathlessly asks against your lips, a wry grin looming. 

"You," you shakily reply, snaking your hands around his back, gripping the hem of his tee. 

"Yeah?" he softy whispers, entertaining you.

He slips his hand under your ass, cupping over the cheeks as he manhandles you, eagerly kneading the doughy flesh between his fingers. 

Sliding his palms up, they rest and clasp around your waist, kissing you in desperation as he squeezes you, grinding his clothed groin into yours.

He picks you up, holding you under your thighs as he walks you over to the stacked storage containers in the corner, placing you down atop them. His fingers snake into your waistband, immediately palming over your wet pussy, teasing your clit as his spare hand slides into his waistband. Lightly gripping his hardened cock and pulling himself out of his pants, firmly stroking up the length. 

You eagerly squirm out of your pants, letting them slide down your thighs and hang around your boots, draping from your ankles as you wrap your knees around his hips, bringing him closer. He yanks down his pants and boxers before sliding his tip through your folds, collecting your arousal around his shaft. "Fuck," he mutters at the contact, momentarily throwing his neck back.

He spits in his palm, rubbing the saliva over his veins to lube himself up as he adjusts you, bringing your hips forward. He pushes his head through your folds, slipping through the slick flesh as you both watch in anticipation. Needy whimpers fill the dingy room.

Gripping at his base, he eases into you. Slowly sliding his tip in as he attaches his mouth to yours, catching and muffling your initial moan. His hands graze up your back, holding you close as he sinks further into you, melting around his every inch. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, whining and mumbling against his warm skin as you adjust to his girth, clutching at his biceps. "Oh, God," muttering, his eyes screwing shut.

He kisses the side of your neck, lightly nibbling and suckling the skin as he slides in and out of you, moulding around him as he fucks into you. Completely filling you with every hasty wind of his hips, rolling into you as he chases after the high.

He grows desperate and demanding as he pushes into you. Massaging inside you, rubbing over your g-spot with the upper side of his cock, fucking into the areas you needed. He finally attaches his lips to yours, swallowing your open moans and whimpers as he groans into your mouth. Slipping in his tongue every once in a while.

You felt the overwhelming build of the high consume you, aimlessly whining against his lips as you felt yourself get closer. You convulse around him, sucking him in further in with every jolt. 

"Can I come in you?" he shakily asks, resting his forehead against yours. "Please- fuck," he mutters, closing his eyes like he's holding himself off. 

You eagerly nod, wrapping your legs tighter around him, crossing your ankles as you keep him glued to you. Desperately clawing at his back as you let go. Quill pulsates for the final time before spilling his load deep into you, senselessly whimpering in one another's mouth as you both reach your long-awaited release. The room full of hot shaky moans.

He gingerly drags himself from you, watching the connecting strings of his cum as he pulls out. He bends to the floor, pulling up his pants before doing the same with yours, holding your hand as he helps you down from the containers. Keeping you balanced, chuckling at your stumbly footing. 

"I'll uh... I'll, um," you stutter, momentarily closing your eyes as you think of the words. "I'll join you out there in a few minutes... don't make it obvious," you grin, reaching up to kiss him tenderly, playfully slapping his ass as he turns away.

Turning around with a faux displeased expression, head cocking. "I'll tell 'em," he warns with a raised brow and boyish smirk. "Don't think I won't..." teasing you. 

Grinning with raised hands as if to symbolise your innocence. "I'll see you in two minutes... Quial."

#peter quill #peter quill x female reader #peter quill x reader #peter quill x you #peter quill x fem!reader #star lord #star lord x reader #starlord x you #starlord x reader #guardians of the galaxy #gotg fanfiction #gotg #peter quill fanfiction #peter quill fanfic #peter quill imagines #peter quill smut

[babyjakes]

in the middle of the night. [blurb.]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | somnophilia

pairing | dark!stepdad!pete brenner x reader

warnings | stepcest (stepdad!pete is sooo sleazy.) soft dark!pete. reader is giving innocent vibes. noncon + somnophilia (reader is asleep.) age gap (reader is college age, pete is 40+.) slight daddy kink (pete refers to himself as such.) nipple play. fingering. oral (f receiving.) forced orgasm. squirting.

word count | 913

an | this is my first time writing pete brenner so please be nice!! i hope you all enjoy <33 he's so sleeeazzy, i need him :'))) also i'm just making as many taylor references as i can at this point, im not sorry about it lol

Eyes trailing up your unmoving form, Pete forced himself to swallow down the low groan building in his throat. The pale moonlight pouring in your bedside window was just bright enough to give view to your perfect figure. Taking in the delicate features of your resting face, the older man swore he was laying over a sleeping angel.

He knew what he was doing would be considered wrong by most. But Pete never had too much trouble ignoring his decayed conscience. When the opportunity had presented itself, it was just too good to pass up. You were home from college for the weekend, and your mother was away on a business trip. That left you alone with plenty of time to bond with your affable new stepdad, who you had no idea was such a raging pervert beneath his friendly smile and easy-going temperament.

The man tried to keep his hands steady as he dared to pull aside the fluffy white blanket covering your unconscious frame. When he saw what you were wearing: a skimpy satin nightgown with lacey straps and little bows along the seams, Pete cursed your unfeigned innocence, "Shit, babydoll. You're not makin' this any easier for yourself."

You were a heavy sleeper; that much he knew. He had seen it firsthand a few times when you had dozed off during movie nights with your mom. He brought a careful hand up to test out the waters, gently pawing at your breast as it rose and fell with your elongated breaths. Receiving no reaction, Pete smiled. He grew a bit bolder, gently teasing his fingertips over the slight tent in the fabric where your unguarded nipple lay. The removal of the blanket was already causing a shift in your body heat, both of your tiny pebbles growing semi-hardened at the drop in temperature.

Your body twitched, your plump lips letting out a quiet sigh as his even hand moved in circles over the stiffening nub. "There. That's nice, isn't it, angel?" he hummed, his other hand venturing to the hem of your nightgown's skirt. As lightly as he could manage, he pushed the fabric up to bunch over your tummy, his eyes widening at the sight of your lacey white panties. "Oh sweetheart," he sighed, his cock throbbing in his boxers at the sight of your clothed mound, "you have no fuckin' idea what you're doing to me."

Your slumbering body was cooperative as he eased your legs apart, scooting himself up a bit as he lay flat on his stomach, his head easing up between your bare thighs. Seeing you shiver slightly, he rubbed a large hand over your legs to warm you up. "Don't worry, baby. Daddy'll take care of you. You just lie there and keep lookin' pretty." The man was practically drooling as he peeled the strip of fabric covering your precious petals away, pushing it carefully to the side. At the sight of your little cunt glistening with the smallest bit of wetness, Pete let out a muffled chuckle. "My naughty girl," he cooed, rolling your nipple a bit more forcefully now between his thumb and finger.

Your little body was rocking gently, pulses of pleasure coursing through your limbs despite your deep state of unconsciousness. Licking his lips, Pete brought both hands down to gently part your folds, exposing your leaky hole to his hungry eyes. "Oh princess," he murmured lovingly, gently prodding the tip of a finger against your itty bitty opening, "so tight down here, aren't you? Daddy'll have to be careful with you, huh baby? Be nice and gentle for my girl."

He dipped his head down, teasing the tip of his tongue in place of his finger. The taste of your sweet, slippery juices only worsened his raging hard-on. Dragging his tongue up to your tiny clit, he traced the little nub in gentle circles, his elbows coming to rest over your thighs as your hips began to buck softly. "That's it, angel. So sweet for me," his hum was slurred as he gently slipped his finger inside you before wrapping his lips around your twitching button.

He pumped his digit in and out at a steady pace, finding your tender ceiling with ease as he nursed your clit. He could feel your core warming beneath him, your poor legs starting to shake weakly as you were worked up to an orgasm in the midst of your unwavering sleep. Soft little whines began rising in your throat as you were brought to the edge by your sinful stepfather's efforts. Seeing your climax approaching, Pete pulled his lips away from your burning nub, replacing them with his thumb. He wanted to see your precious little face as you came; he wanted to watch as your orgasm was forced out of you.

Soon it was, and it hit you with more force than he was expecting. As your cunt contracted helplessly around his single finger, a wave of glistening juices sprayed out onto your printed sheets. The man's grin only widened as he carried you through your high, not slowing his ministrations until your shaking died down. Breaths staggering, you were somehow still fast asleep, pussy dripping shamelessly onto Pete's fingers and the bed below.

Exiting you slowly, he brought his drenched digit up to savor your juices as his greedy gaze remained locked on you. "Oh pretty girl," he murmured with a breathy laugh, "the fun I'm gonna have with you..."

#eun's writing #in the middle of the night #kinkmas 2023 #pete brenner #pete brenner fanfiction #pete brenner smut #pete brenner x reader #pete brenner x you #pete brenner x y/n #stepdad!pete brenner #dark!pete brenner #pain hustlers #pain hustlers fanfiction #pete brenner blurb #pete brenner headcanon #pete brenner drabble #pete brenner one shot #pete brenner imagine #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans smut

[theraccoonslair]

Hello Coony ❤ I'm happy for your big step and I hope you'll have lots of fun with writing requests (and not only)!

For starters, could I request Higuruma and reader enjoying an aquarium date and watching a penguin feeding show? ngl penguins are my fav part of any aquarium (providing they have them in the first place lol)

Thank you for considering ❤

Hi Bas! ❤️ First of all, I'm deeply sorry it took me forever to answer your request! And thank you so much for your message and for officially being my first request on this blog! 😊 It was my first time writing Higuruma and I admit I'm a bit nervous eheh but I genuinely had fun writing this and hope I gave our favourite lawyer the justice he deserves! pun intended

Waves on distant shores

Characters: Higuruma Hiromi x gn!reader

Synopsis: Higuruma and you enjoy a well deserved date at the local aquarium, the penguin feeding show being the main attraction you look forward to.

Words: 1000⁓

Note: none

There’s almost complete silence surrounding you, the magic of the place being able to keep quiet even the most unruly children, who now looks in awe through the big plexiglass windows of the tanks, the only sounds they make excited gasps and revered whispers when the animals make themselves seen from time to time. Low lights, dark blue walls and the calm and peaceful swimming of the various marine creatures drag you into some sort of ethereal trance: the sounds around you are almost completely canceled, the vision blurred at the corners, and you feel like you’re almost in the depths of the sea along with the animals.

You proceed slowly, your eyes glued to the tanks’ windows, your heart making a leap of joy in your chest as soon as you spot a couple of dolphins playing, the slow paddling of a turtle, the hypnotic motion of a shark. Relaxed and at ease, you let yourself enjoy this little moment of peace, time carefully carved out from the frenzy lives both you and your boyfriend have. It was almost a herculean task, to be able to synchronize your agendas and find a suitable day for a long needed date, especially when you had also to look up for the aquarium’s activities schedule.

But here you finally are, with the intention to savor every minute of it.

So immersed in your wonder gazing, you don’t notice Higuruma slowly approaching you, after he lost himself in between all the tropical tanks, small and colorful fishes catching his eyes and making him lose the sight of you for a moment. His expression is softer than usual, work worries for once left behind and replaced by the joy and relaxation of spending a day off with you. Clothes matches his demeanor, black formal suit being discarded in favor of a pair of jeans and light brown sweater, and his walk towards you is relaxed, not wanting to startle you out of the fascination he knows you have for the place.

Reaching your side, he gently grabs your fingers and squeeze them lightly, his gesture entering in the realm of your senses without alarming you, but taking you back to reality step by step with every of his fingers making contact with your skin.

“Show starts in 20 minutes, shall we go?” he almost whispers, gentle voice the last step to bring you back completely to the present moment.

Nodding in response, you give a quick wave of your handin greeting to the seal that was playing with their pup just right in front of you, before following Higuruma down the underwater tunnel, heading towards the open area for the penguin feeding show.

You look up in awe, a manta ray lazily swimming over your head while you walk slowly, families almost swarming around you dragged by the enthusiasm of their children. You and Higuruma are not in a hurry, this day dedicated to just the two of you, and you both take your time admiring the view all around, the tunnel enhancing the feeling of being immersed underwater, surrounded by animals.

Higuruma's fingers brush against yours once again, this time catching them gently and bringing them to his lips, a quick and soft peck given to your knucles before they come back down and intertwine with yours.

---

"PLEASE EVERYONE, TAKE YOUR SEAT: THE SHOW IS GOING TO START IN A FEW MINUTES!"

Already seated, you look at the arena, some of the penguins already gathering around the keeper, their little curious heads trying to peek into the bucket in their hands. The animals are visibly excited, but well behaved, their little antics making you smile fondly.

When everyone around you has finally taken a seat and started to get quiet, the show begins, with the keeper starting to talk about the aquarium's colony and their habits.

"African penguins - Higuruma murmurs, leaning towards you to be heard above the microphoned voice of the keeper - also know as 'jackass penguins', for their peculiar donkey-like noise." And, as if to prove the man's words, one of the penguin starts to emit the unique call, making you both chuckle in unison.

“Wait, did you do research?”

Of course he did research: even if case files, testimonies, appeals, and useful quibbles are what mainly occupy his time, he always makes sure to reserve a bit of his day to you. Munching a sandwich over his laptop during lunch break or scrolling through his phone while having first coffee of the morning at his desk, he made sure to come prepared. Because to Higuruma, this wasn’t just him going with you to the aquarium, but sharing an experience about something you liked.

“Yes - he answers, matter-of-factly – and one of their continental colony is in South Africa: you can visit it and can see them up to a meter away.”

He shares that bit of information so casually, watching you react with pure glee at the thought of walking among the little creatures, as if he hasn’t already had a look at flight and hotels.

“African penguins are underwater predators – the keeper voice reclaims your attention back to the main attraction, where they are now carefully giving fishes to the penguins – and they feed mainly on fishes and marine invertebrates. During the week we feed them with different types, like this herrings here, so they can have a varying and balanced diet."

The penguins enthusiastically take their share of the food and you both enjoy looking at them, the show proceeding smoothly, the feeder's explanation never being boring or overly complicated on the biology side of things. Enjoying it 'till the very last minute, when all the animals are full and the keeper is coming out of the water, you let all the people get up and pass you on their way out, before you two do the same and be the last ones to leave.

You're both silent, the fascination and the excitement of the show still lingering in your chests, ready to be transformed in a fond memory and stored forever in your hearts. Higuruma turns towards you, your eyes still shining and your mouth curved in a content smile, and mirrors the smile on his own lips, you experiencing childlike wonder something so contagious that never cease to make his soul lighter and his day better.

"C'mon - he says, his fingers brushing yours once again before gently holding your hand - let's go to the gift shop."

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk x you #higuruma hiromi #higuruma hiromi x reader #higuruma hiromi x you #Coony scribbles

[abiiors]

if u need any more suggestions u could do smtn short where u pick up his phone while hes sleeping and just post all sorts of cute stuff of u guys on his social media

Thanks for the suggestion! I hope you like it. It was so cute to imagine 😭

Also, I've literally just woken up an hour ago and now I'm jealous that I don't get to wake up like this.

Instagram Stories

You’ve been scrolling through your Instagram for the last fifteen minutes waiting for him to wake up. He’s been snoring away while holding you in a death grip and you know there’s no wiggling your way out of this one. 

So scrolling it is. 

Your explore page is full of fan edits and concert videos. There’s some memes, some book recommendations, tattoos. It’s all the usual things, really. But then your eyes land on the next post - “A weekly roundup of the Good Morning Guys posts”

You swipe through, it’s mostly stills from the infamous black and white “emo” video, combined with some others. As you near the end, an idea appears; he hasn’t posted these stories in a while.

Stretching your fingers you try to reach his phone. You’re not worried about being able to unlock it; he’s added your face to the face unlock as soon as he got this phone. So step one goes without a hitch. 

Next, you scroll through his gallery to find a suitably low-quality, grainy, weirdly cropped meme. Again, he has a whole folder full of these. You giggle at the organisational skills he has for the silly Instagram stories but hey, it’s made your life easier. You start selecting them at random, posting them to his stories with appropriately Matty-esque captions. 

Step three, and this stage has to be strategic. You open the front camera, point it at you and start recording. It’s just a vain little thing really. Matty has his face hidden in your shoulder. His hair is all over the place and you can barely see a sliver of cheekbone peeking through. 

‘Good Morning Guys’ you mouth to the camera. You know you have to keep the movement to the minimum because this man has some freakish sixth sense about the camera being pointed at him. 

He lets out a tiny moan and your eyes widen. You’re so sure that he’s caught you that you don’t even bother pressing stop on the recording. You just freeze in place. Luckily, he only readjusts his chin on your shoulder and goes still once again.

‘That was a close call,’ you whisper. ‘Can you hear how he snores like a bear?’ 

There’s a moment of stillness where his soft breathing fills the room. Then, his grip on your waist tightens and before you have the chance to move, he cracks one eye open and,

‘Boo!’

You startle so violently that the phone almost flies out of your hand. He’s just busy laughing at your reaction, at your spooked face that’s slowly turning the shade of a tomato. The phone is left somewhere between the folds of the blanket as you press a hand to your chest. 

‘You’re going to give me a heart attack, Matthew!’

‘You’re the one who’s sneaking around,’ he flicks your nose. His voice is scratchy from disuse and his body is all warm and soft. He picks the phone back up and notices that the recording is still going on. 

‘Well, well, well…’ he raises an eyebrow and at last, stops the recording. 

‘This is a breach of my privacy,’ you grumble as he presses play on the video. 

You scrunch your eyes shut as the phone repeats your words back to you. It’s like a sudden wave of shyness has crashed over you as you turn around and bury your face in his chest. The chest in question only reverberates some more with laughter. 

There’s a bit of silence once the video is over. ‘And…sent,’ he mumbles and suddenly you’re wide awake!

Your eyes go round as you scramble for your own phone. 

trumanblack has a glowing orange-and-pink circle around it and you instantly know what he’s done. There’s no way he’s letting you delete that video from his stories now. All you can do really is watch as the #mattysmorningvoice posts start flooding in.

#matty healy imagine #matty healy fluff #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 #matty healy drabble #drabble #asks #fluff #matty x reader #good morning guys #trumanblack #instagram stories

[celiciaa]

CHEVALIER MICHEL SEQUEL ROUTE....

CHAPTER TWO, PREMIUM.

How to love the king's beauty.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

minors and ageless blogs dni.

Chevalier is a kind hearted person.

However, it is also true that there has been a time when he was called the "cruel and merciless beast."——

When I was a Belle, I have seen the moment when Chevalier took someone’s life when he swung his sword to defend his country,

If I hesitate, Both our country and Chevalier will be hurt.

As his fiancée, all I can do is not turn my back on him and don’t run away.

Chevalier is judged and put into action, and he doesn’t stop from what he’s doing….

(In other words, the hostility of the people here is not personal.)

Gilbert: Is the air getting a little heavy? Shall I put on some music?

When Prince Gilbert glanced at the musicians — who were waiting in the corner of the venue,

The music spins a tune that is unfamiliar to Rhodolite.

The tune of the melody did not lighten my heart in the slightest,

But when the silence dissipated, I felt a little more at ease.

Gilbert: Look, we also prepared a standing buffet for the welcome party. There's no poison, so don't worry about it.

Prince Gilbert takes the plate from the table laid out in the hall and takes a mouthful of food.

The fact that the food was not poisoned seemed to be true, and the people gathered there began to enjoy the food moderately.

(I don't have much of an appetite, but it would be rude not to have something to eat right now.)

Obsidian in particular is a country suffering from food shortages.

Only the food here was served for the welcome party.

(I came here to conduct diplomacy with Chevalier, didn’t I?)

Emma:….Thank you very much. Then, I would like to have some.

I forced a smile on my face, which had been stiff for a while.

The white tiger's crest shining on my chest, I also reached for the plate.

Emma: How about you, Chevalier?

Chevalier:…..

Emma: Chevalier?

Chevalier: No, I'm just thinking that once again you're a woman with a lot of guts.

Emma: I’m sure it’s because I’ve been influenced by Chevalier.

Chevalier:….I suppose.

When Chevalier smiles, I feel his gaze getting stronger.

Even though I was prepared, my hands trembled while holding the plate.

I hoped no one would notice, but there was no way I could hide it from Chevalier…..

He grabbed my hand which was holding a plate.

Chevalier: There is no need to be afraid or feel guilty. You haven't done anything wrong, have you?

Chevalier: I'm not ashamed of it. It's my role and my duty to protect my country.

(….Chevalier has no hesitation.)

That is not the same as irresponsibility.

On the contrary, perhaps it is precisely because he understands the concept of “responsibility” that he does not look down at all.

(To repent for your past is to admit that it was a mistake….) // (To confess your past is to admit it is a mistake….)

(But Chevalier will never make the mistake of taking responsibility for the lives he has taken.)

("There can be no such thing as a life taken by mistake." he says.)

I recognized that he was suitable for a king when I was fulfilling my role as Belle.

(If that's the case, I shouldn't be so down either.)

Emma: Chevalier, may I go around and talk with the guests?

I bring my face close to Chevalier’s ear and keep my voice low.

Emma: I want to find out who is clearly hostile and who is willing to be our ally.

Chevalier: It's best to give up. Everyone here has been trained by the eyepatch.

Chevalier: But even enemies have their strengths and weaknesses. As you say, it is never pointless to gather information.

(In that case….)

Chevalier: Do what you want. // Suit yourself.

Emma: Thank you very much.

With Chevalier at my back, I look forward to it.

While Prince Gilbert, who was watching from nearby, kept smiling.

——After a short but long welcome party, we returned to the guest room.

The moment I was alone with Chevalier, I almost sat down on the spot.

(I can’t breathe….)

Perhaps because I was holding my breath due to nervousness, I was slightly out of breath.

After taking a few deep breaths, Chevalier silently offered me a glass of water.

Emma:….My apologies, Chevalier.

While receiving his kindness, I naturally looked down.

Chevalier: For what?

Emma: It didn’t work out as I expected.

━━FLASHBACK━━

I remember the welcoming party, where I went around to greet the newcomers.

It was so easy to put into words, but so difficult to put into action,

My interaction with the Obsidianite people was chilling.

There was no one with a bad attitude in front of Prince Gilbert, but,

Every word had a thorn, hostility, and a hint of murderous intent.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(If Prince Gilbert was at Rhodolite, the situation would be the same…)

(We have only learned that we are the enemy here and that the rift is deep.)

On the surface, I thought I was acting calmly, but there was no way that the perceptive Chevalier would not notice,

Before I could finish greeting everyone, I was taken back to the guest room.

Chevalier: Nonsense. It’s beastly if you continue to take it seriously and feel nothing. // Nonsense. If you continue to take it seriously and feel nothing, you are a beast.

Emma:…But, as a result, we were dragged down.

Emma: My sincere apologies——

Chevalier: Do you have any thoughts on apologizing more than that?

Chevalier takes the glass of water from my hand and holds it in his mouth.

Then he grabbed my chin with his long fingertips and pried my lips.

(!?)

The water was forced down my throat, moistening my dry throat.

However, I was unable to drink it all, and the water spilled from the edge of my mouth.

(What’s gotten into him all of a sudden….)

He carefully licked the droplets off, and just when I thought he would pull away, he kept doing that repeatedly.

The heat rising from the pit of my stomach caused me to dig my nails into Chevalier's arm.

Emma: Ah, my apologi——

Chevalier: You never learn, do you?

Emma: Hmm…nnngh…aahh——

After the water, he inserted his tongue and intertwined with mine in a teasing manner.

The more we touched each other, the more my stiff body lost its strength,

By the time that a string connected between our parted lips, I was unable to stand on my own.

(….I feel dizzy.)

With his awkward hands, he hugs me around the waist and pressed himself into my chest.

Emma: My apologi….aahh….

Chevalier: Are you doing this on purpose?

Emma: No….

Chevalier: Even if you say it with such a face, it's not convincing.

He lifted my chin forcefully.

His icy sea eyes burning into mine, the different kind of heat mingles with the one drawn out by our kiss.

Emma:…Please don’t look.

(It’s embarrassing….)

Chevalier: Why should I listen to you?

Chevalier continues to gaze down at me without mercy.

Chevalier: I don't think you should make that face in the middle of the enemy territory.

Emma: I’m sorr——

(Oh shoot...I said it again….)

Without a moment's delay, my lips were covered by his once again, and the kiss made me more dizzy.

Still, when I open my eyes slightly, I notice that the eyes of the ice sea are lit with a darker color.

Now that I've known Chevalier for a long time, I have my doubts.

Emma: Haa.... don’t tell me....are you trying to make me apologize on purpose?

Chevalier: Hoh? You’re getting a little smarter.

Emma: Chevalier…..

Chevalier: The next time I hear an apology from you, I'm not going to let this one slide.

Chevalier hugs me again and suddenly makes a solemn face.

Chevalier: No matter what happens in the future, don't apologize.

Emma: Why?

Chevalier: Apology is synonymous with regret. And it is precisely now you’re spilling out regrets.

Chevalier: But I didn't bring you here to make you regret this.

(…That’s right——)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Rio: Will you make Emma happy for the rest of her life?

Chevalier: It depends on how you define happiness...

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(Chevalier promised me that.)

Chevalier: You made me appreciate the value of love and followed me here.

Chevalier: I don't regret bringing you here. And I never will.

Chevalier lightly flicked my forehead and lifted the corners of his mouth.

Chevalier: Today's welcome party is just the beginning. Eyepatch's intentions will gradually become clear from now on.

Chevalier: But I will do everything in my power to make sure you don't regret this.

Chevalier: That's the me you loved, wasn't it?

There is no hesitation or sorrow in the eyes of the icy sea.

Like it has a power that makes me forget everything just by looking at him.

(I should have thought about it a while ago….)

Emma: As I expected….

Emma: Chevalier is really cool.

Chevalier:…And you’re a simpleton.

(Let's make an apology for the last time tonight.)

(No matter what happens, I won’t regret it.)

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[thejockout]

Update: It's been a while!

Hey all. Been quite a bit since I've been active here; lot of life stuff going on that's contributed to that, but most of it's resolved now and I'm planning a pretty active return to the scene imminently. I've got some announcements on that front that I'll try to keep brief, but I think anyone who's enjoyed my content in the past will be happy to hear them.

First and foremost, I'm going to be returning to file-making soon (end of 2023 or early 2024) with regularly scheduled releases. (My precise schedule is TBD, but I'm aiming to be release either once weekly or once fortnightly depending on how much of a backlog I can create.) I've got ideas/concepts for 20 files written out atm which would amount to either 5 months of weekly releases/10 months of fortnightly releases once written and recorded. But obviously some of those ideas might not work so well in practice/I'll obviously come up with new ones along the way too, so that number's in flux. I'm going to try to write and record ten before launching any of them, so that I don't leave a huge gap between them again. But I think you guys'll like them, there's something for everyone in what I'm planning to make. There'll be content like what I've made before, but sfw and nsfw, attending a variety of kinks I'm into.

Included in these releases are going to be updated versions of my more popular, previous files. At the moment, the files I am planning to remake are Chill Out, Bro; Blink's Good Boy; All Pups are Good Pups; and The Bigger You Are. Some of these I want to remake for reasons of audio quality, but others I straight up want to rewrite portions of to bring them more up to my current standards. I've run out of space on Soundcloud and a premium account is expensive, so I'm racking my brain for a better storage alternative. At the moment, Soundgasm is an OK backup, but I'm also considering just straight up trying Youtube/Tumblr's own audio system/Patreon's audio system on a free basis to see if they work alright. Speaking of which...

To support this expanded venture, I'm also going to be opening a Patreon + selling specific, exclusive files either by subscription to said Patreon or via platforms like Gumroad and other appropriate audio file vendors. I don't plan for all my content to be locked behind a paywall, of course. I'm planning some kind of dual channel release system where I have a certain amount of files that will be free, and then others behind subscription. But for those who don't like the idea of monthly subs, I'll be putting my Patreon-exclusive files on a third party purchase platform like Gumroad, Ko-Fi, or another suitable alternative. I appreciate that all my files previously having been free will make this annoying to some, but I am flat baroque... and realistically, each file being 4-10 hours of work (dependent on complexity) means that I really want to be seeing SOME income from this if I'll be putting a lot of time in. That's why at current, the final announcement I'm making is that:

I am now taking commissions. I've done 3 commissions in total at this point and had been keeping quiet about it while I didn't know what I was doing with the Jockout account generally, but I am now available to write and record custom hypnosis files for listeners. I'm hesitant to provide a flat rate because the cost of a file usually does come down to its complexity/length, but somewhere in the ballpark of 50-80 dollars is what I'm currently valuing the time spent on a file at, unless you want something crazy simple or crazy complicated that'll price outside that range. I'm in a Euro territory, so 50 dollars amounts to about 4 hours of minimum wage work here, which is pretty low for the amount of time a good file takes; but I appreciate that high barriers to entry are going to put people off, and I feel that way myself when commissioning. You can DM me here if you want to discuss a commission idea.

All in all, I'm pretty excited with what I hope will be the future trajectory of my page. I'm having fun learning more about hypnosis/exploring new ideas in writing, and I hope you'll all enjoy the fruits of that too! 'Til next time :)

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[exololyunho]

vault 33

***spoiler warning for ep. 1 of the Fallout tv show***

masterlist

struggling to find a husband in your vault, you submit yourself for the triennial trade, hoping to find a husband from your neighboring vault. you do, but he's not all he seems to be

wc: 2.1k

warnings: violence and death, fingering, vaginal sex, oral sex, clothed sex, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, multiple orgasms, san tries to kill the reader, reader kills san, angst, it gets pretty violent at the end

an: hello I'm back! kind of. its been quite a year and im considering this my redebut lol. this isn't my best work but I'm decently proud of it and I hope you enjoy!

taglist: @staytinyinmybpack @jeonride @becky4733107-blog @ignoretheskies

“My name is Y/n L/n,” your smile is nervous as the three council members before you stare impassively back. “I enjoy teaching ancient history and English. I participate regularly in intermediate phys ed, I do decently well in fencing, and I’ve been known to score moderately highly in riflery.”

Clearing your throat, you spared a glance at the motivational poster of Vault Boy behind the council. Do your best!

“In my free time, I like to garden, write short stories, and read any book I can get my hands on. I received a thorough check from our doctor, and I am proud to announce my reproductive organs are in excellent shape! Even so, I have not been able to find a suitable partner within our vault. Therefore, I submit myself as a candidate for intervault marriage in the upcoming triennial trade!.”

Your heart was beating rapidly as all three of the council members nodded, before lifting their wrists to tap at their pipboys. Within seconds, your own was dinging. You couldn’t believe your eyes as the message “Congratulations!” flashed across your own pipboy.

One week later and here you were, dressed in the standard white dress every woman in your vault had been married in. It was knee length with a flowy skirt that swished whenever you walked. With your name signed on the lining and the veil attached to your perfectly styled hair, you were off to the intervault door.

With your father, the overseer, at your side, you waited with the rest of Vault 33, eagerly anticipating the first glimpse in three years of your neighbor Vault 32. As the gatekeeper pushed the button, the big door labeled 32 moved towards you, then rolled to the side to reveal the people hidden behind.

They were… not what you had expected. In your own vault, everyone and everything was pristine, the example of a shining gem of a society. The people of Vault 32 were far from that. Their standard issue jumpsuits were worn and slightly faded. The people themselves weren’t necessarily dirty, but their hair was messy, their skin blotched and weathered, and their appearance all around unorthodox. Some of them had tattoos, even on the limited skin showing at their hands and necks. A few even had visible scars that looked like knife wounds, something that shouldn’t be possible in a vault.

But no matter. These people had been through hardship, losing their overseer and having a poor harvest this year. You did your best to keep the smile on your face as their overseer stepped forward to greet your father. The two made small talk, but you were not listening. All you could focus on was scanning the faces of the people before you, trying to figure out which one would be your new husband. There were lots of them, so it was hard to make out the faces of the people in the back. Everyone in the front seemed to be either too old or female so that ruled them out.

Finally, you grew tired of speculating. “Sooo, who am I marrying?”

The overseer of vault 32 smiled at you before gesturing at her people. “This is San.”

From the back of the crowd, a man walked forward. Unlike many of the other vault 32 dwellers, he had no visible scars. His head hung low, but other than that he looked like he belonged in your vault. He was handsome, with a chiseled face, a strong frame, and a full head of thick black hair.

One of the women behind you whistled under her breath. 

“Let’s get this show on the road!” Your dad exclaimed, and everyone began to move.

In the hall, you and San traded vows. They were standard really, nothing too exciting since you didn’t know each other. But that first kiss… that first kiss was great. It was relatively chaste but the feel of his plush lips against yours and the intensity in his eyes before and after left you heated and ready for your first night together.

San didn’t speak much after that. Instead he focused on the food provided, devouring almost everything on his plate quickly, as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Even as he was stuffing his face, you couldn’t help but admire his features. His dimples added to his charm and the way his hair fell into his eyes made him look younger. His youthful but handsome appearance was doing things to you, lighting a fire deep inside.

“So, San,” you began, “what is your sperm count?”

San choked a bit on the bite of food he had just swallowed. Coughing a few times, he eventually croaked out,  “Um, high.”

“Ah good, my reproductive organs are in great shape so we should have a fruitful marriage!” your smile was wide, although your happiness was dashed slightly by the noncommittal “yeah” San gave. Focus on the positive, Y/n.

A few hours had passed and by this point you were mingling, talking to some of your friends and nibbling on jello cake, when a hand met your waist. Looking up, your eyes met San’s.

“Show me to my new home?” He had a sly smile on his face.

A light flush reached your cheeks as you nodded at him with a wide smile. With that, the two of you were off. Cheers followed you as you led him down the winding hallways to your very own unit. Pressing the button, the large door rose to reveal the one room unit you’d be sharing for the foreseeable future.

“This is us!” you led the way inside, eager to show him all the amenities available to you both as he shut the door behind you. “We’ve got every kitchen appliance you could think of, a full shower, they even got us a little welcome home basket!” 

You turned back to face him but your happy smile quickly turned to shock at seeing him standing there, completely naked with a hand stroking his impressive dick. His face had that sly smile back on it.

Regaining your composure, you smiled again. “Okey dokey!”

With that you moved towards him, connecting your lips as your hands roamed his body. San’s tongue invaded your mouth as your hands traced his abs. Gosh, he was so hot it was making your knees weak. His hands reached around to grab your ass as he spun you so your back was against the wall. 

One of your hands found his hair, tugging on the stands as his lips traveled to your neck, nipping and sucking on your pulse point, forcing a sigh from your lips as your eyes closed to enjoy the sensation. 

All too soon, he stepped away from you, his hooded eyes meeting yours. “I want to fuck you on the table.”

A grin crept onto your face as you removed your undergarments. “Then lie down big boy.”

San’s devastatingly handsome smirk matched yours as he laid back on the table, lazily stroking his dick and watching you walk towards him, still wearing your veil and wedding dress. With ease, you climbed onto the table, straddling his waist. 

Sinking down, you let out a sigh that matched his groan as you took him all the way in. Gosh, this felt good. He filled you in the best way, reaching deep inside you and brushing past that spongy spot that made your mind blank. 

You only allowed yourself a few seconds to enjoy being full before beginning to move. Rolling your hips up and down as your fingers left scratches on his chest. His hands came to your waist to help you move even faster on top of him. The pace was incredible, easily the best sex you’d ever had. 

San’s hips started pumping up into you on every downstroke you made, causing your eyes to flutter shut as you gasped out a moan. His hands disappeared from your waist, sneaking under your skirt where one grasped your thigh and the other made contact with your clit.

You doubled over as his fingers started working you in tight circles. Letting out gasping cries of his name, your rhythm faltered and he took over.

Holding you to him, San stood up off the table before laying you out on it, your hips positioned at the edge. He started thrusting with a vengeance as his fingers still circled your clit at a wondrous pace. Your back arched off the table as your moans increased in volume while your orgasm crept up on you.

“San- I-” your mouth dropped open when he switched the angle of his thrusts to perfectly hit your g-spot. He noticed your reaction and kept that angle, jerking gasps and whines out of you with every thrust in. You were so close, teetering on the edge of what was surely about to be the best orgasm you had ever experienced.

“Cum for me, Y/n. Come on be a good girl,” San’s crude words and the increase of pressure on your clit from his fingers pushed you past the breaking point. 

Your body locked up, interior muscles spasming around him as he groaned and gave a few more jerky thrusts before spilling inside you. Meanwhile, colors were exploding behind your eyes as you rode out the waves of pleasure that were overtaking your conscious mind.

Panting, both of you stayed connected as you came down. With your eyes closed, you rested, relishing the fading high and the boneless feeling of good sex. Until San was pulling you up from the table.

“Wha-” you could barely get a word out as he spun you around, pulling down the zipper of your dress, leaving you standing there naked as it fell to your feet. 

“San-” again you tried to ask what he was doing but he was pulling you to the bed and tossing you into the middle before crawling in after you. His hands quickly found your thighs, forcing them apart as his face descended between them. You let out a strangled gasp as his tongue made contact with your clit and two of his fingers made their way inside you. 

Your hands gripped the sheets below you as his tongue traced circles around you, relighting the fire in your stomach.

“God, fuck,” one of your hands jumped to grip his hair as he introduced a third finger inside you. San was moving fast, and his ministrations were quickly bringing you to your second orgasm of the night. With a stuttered cry, you came again, your hand clenching in his hair as he worked you through it. 

Closing your eyes and relaxing as you came down, San flopped next to you. The two of you laid in silence. You allowed yourself to close your eyes, breathing deeply and anticipating the exciting new way your life was going to change for the better.

Your eyes were drawn open by San standing. He stared at the fake balcony for a moment, before wiping his dick clean on the curtains. Your mouth dropped open in shock as you watched him. He pulled on his boxers before heading to the sink and filling a flower vase with water. He chugged the whole thing. You watched him cautiously, quietly climbing out of bed to grab your pipboy and flipping to the radiation detector. It clicked furiously as you pointed it at San. He was still chugging water.

“You’re from the surface,” you whispered. San froze before he turned to look at you. There was a beat of silence between you before he was lunging at you. You ran trying to open the door but he grabbed you, throwing you down, causing you to slide along the linoleum floor, slamming into the kitchen cabinets. As you caught your breath, you looked up at him, only to find him now holding a long, curved blade he must have hidden in his jumpsuit. 

“Sorry, babe,” he approached you, “this has still been the best day of my life.”

You scrambled to your feet, looking for a weapon, but it was no use. He was on you, plunging the knife into your side and lifting you up so you sat on the kitchen counter, gasping for breath. 

You hands were desperately searching for anything to protect yourself as he leaned in to kiss your neck one last time. Luckily, your hands made contact with the vase he was previously drinking out of. You snatched it up, swinging it and breaking it over his head as he gasped out in pain.

With one final swipe, you drug the shattered edge across his throat, causing him to sputter as he took staggering steps away from you, before he collapsed on the floor.

With shaking hands, you pulled the knife from your side as you took deep breaths. 

“Raiders.”

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[gemsofgreece]

Hello! I'm sure you've been asked this a myriad times over and I'm so sorry if I urge you to repeat yourself! but do you have recommendations as to what apps to use for Greek language learning? I've tried out GreekPodcast and Duolingo but I feel like there might be something more well-structured? Any advice? Thank you, lovely blog!

Thank you! I might not be the right person to answer this because I am a big Duolingo fan and I find it very helpful.

In fact, I once checked the Greek course so I could have an opinion on it and I was pleasantly surprised that it reaches a low intermediate level. Honestly, I don’t think you will easily find other apps reaching that level in Greek and certainly not for free. I found it very good so perhaps we approach learning differently and any recs from me might not be suitable.

I have seen some GreekPod stuff and I don’t like it. It feels very 90s learning method. Old school, a bit sterile, for me anyway.

I found a list with recs on the internet though, here it is:

This might help you out. I’d say free Duolingo is probably better than half of the paid ones but that’s just the feel I personally get. Also read the full article for more insight:

You said you want more structure so according to this list Mango Languages might be a good one. I downloaded just to check it out myself a bit and:

I think Mango is the only one which pulls the flex of featuring all three lingual eras! Also I love that they have a temple, a church and a beach for each era. Mango has earned my respect. I will actually keep the app and go with the ancient course which is free too! But I checked it out and I was a little disappointed because it literally starts with the Iliad and I am already reading the Iliad on my own and the course, I don’t know, the very first lesson just dropping you first thing in the Iliad… how can this be effective for someone not knowing Greek beforehand?! Literally, a full blown paragraph of poetry in the first lesson! Maybe chill a bit my dude! This felt more for someone like me, who knows Greek or just wants to improve their Ancient Greek. Also, the course kinda focuses on speaking and I predict I am gonna have a lot of rows with this app which teaches it in Erasmian and it is gonna tell me “you said it wrong!!!1!” and I am gonna scream back “I said it right f* you”. 😂😂😂😂😂 But Koine Greek is fortunately in modern pronunciation which btw is semi-accurate historically, therefore Mango redeems itself and we keep respecting it in this blog. Well, until Duolingo releases a course on Ancient. They already have Latin so there’s no excuse. I am waiting.

……… but to leave aside my meltdown and return to your question, the Modern Greek course starts with “good morning” so I guess it will be more structured if they say so. There you go I guess! Hope I helped 😂

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[wellpresseddaisy]

9 January, 1978

Lucius stood courteously at the head of the dining room table as the ladies filed out with Cissa. When the door shut behind the last rustling skirt, the gentlemen sat, relaxed now they were alone. The candles burned low in the candelabra down the great length of the table, the flame occasionally picking out the tawny gleam of decanted port. 

Velvet curtains of the deepest silver were closed against the chill of the winter night. Snow lay thick across the park, though the waxing moon and cloudless sky they'd been promised meant travel wouldn't prove too treacherous later. 

"Excellent dinner, Lucius, as always." Yaxley smiled thinly. "If you'll excuse me, though, I should find my wife. Had something I wanted to ask her."

"I'll pass on the compliment to Narcissa." Lucius nodded at the man as he left the room, ignoring the wafer thin excuse.

"Now, Lucius, there's something more important than dinner to discuss." Avery slapped the table. "An' I'm going to be indelicate, but it's Snape. High time you found someone for him. He's eighteen! Not gettin' any younger."

Lucius stared at the man. Avery and Mulciber had taken Severus under their dubious protection when he left Hogwarts. He really hadn't known what Severus saw in either of them, but the boy took to the pair like a puppy. They must have seemed glamorous, somehow, two years older than him.

"Wanted Mulciber and the Mudblood." Rowle, deep in his cups and thankfully at the far end of the table, chortled. "At's 'is problem. 'E wanned both."

Everyone stared as he thumped forward onto the table. 

"Thankfully, I had warned the footmen." Lucius drawled. 

A guilty snicker ran around the table. 

"No one ever knew what he wanted, was the problem. Except potions and he's doin' a Mastery already. Could sponsor him to Oxford, I suppose. S'what you do with brainboxes, isn't it?" Mulciber sighed. "Always had too much brain, Severus did. Brain and nerves."

"Why, if we're being indelicate, is it my responsibility to find our problem child a match?" Lucius asked lightly. 

"You and Narcissa know everyone, Lucius. Simply everyone. Surely you know someone who'd…well…take him in hand. As it were." Avery insisted. "He needs a nice…er…husband, maybe?"

"I have suggested no less than seventeen suitable matches, to date. He doesn't want a husband." Lucius sighed.

"Not want a husband?" Avery repeated. He tended to do that, as if he could only understand a concept from his own mouth. "Why the devil not? He doesn't want a wife, does he? Never been that wrong about a chap before."

"He does not." Lucius assured him. "Your reputation is safe, Waltham. Druella Heathcote was interested until he spent an entire dinner explaining the best way to gut rats."

"Rats?" Mulciber's voice had a strained quality. "The poor gel. Cathcart's given him a look or two. Good chap, Cathcart."

"He'd rather purposefully spring a were trap on his leg and then chew himself free. He's willing to leave the leg."

"Gibson?" Avery tried.

"I believe he felt drowning in flobberworm mucus preferable."

"Witherwaite? He isn't gettin' any younger, but he's always wanted a sharp one."

"Boiled in his own cauldron."

"Hallowfield? He's a bit like old Withers but a bit more biddable. As they go."

"Trampled to death by toads."

"The trouble is, we've spoilt him." Mulciber growled. "What about one of those Russians you know? They seem the imperious type. He likes that, y'know."

"He threatened to move to…where was it? Ah, yes, Outer Mongolia. Or possibly Newfoundland."

"What about you and Narcissa? She seems to like him well enough? You'd keep him out of trouble." Avery grasped at straws.

"The Malfoy contracts are strictly bi-partite. The only one coming to my marriage bed is Narcissa. Regrettably for both of us." Lucius winked at the pair. 

Was he a bit foxed? He hoped not, but the port was particularly nice. How did one measure one's level of foxedness?

"Damn!" Avery muttered. "There's got to be someone he'll take."

"He told me that husbands stopped you doing anything really interesting and he likes what he's doing now." Mulciber admitted it mournfully. "He especially said anyone with, well, our ideals, wouldn't let him do anything remotely fun."

"Of course they wouldn't!" Avery slapped the table again. "He'd be…he'd be taken care of. Properly. His blood line's good enough if you ignore the father and his manners are…there…if you ignore his habit of hissing at people he doesn't like. But he shouldn't be running about loose like he is."

"He's too bloody independent. And spoiled." Mulciber declared. "We should have been…well I don't know. He bit you if you tried to tell him what to do. Not you, though, Lucius. Or Narcissa."

"He knew much better than to bite Narcissa." Lucius agreed. 

"I just want to see him…cared for." Avery spoke quietly. "And…and out of this damned mess. If he had a husband like you he wouldn't be in it." He gestured at Lucius.

"I've suggested everyone like me I could with a clear conscience. Unfortunately, I'm not head of his family. I can't really make him do anything." And he'd certainly looked for any connection at all. 

The Princes had a habit of marrying outside England. The sods. The one time he wished for a family connection and the magical community's marriage habits let him down completely.

"We looked, as well. They marry out. Always have. Suppose that's why his mother…well, the less said the better." Mulciber traced patterns in the damask tablecloth.

"Surely he'd take Hadley? Absolute sport, Hadley." Avery tried one last time.

"He would rather snuggle a hippogryph."

#Severus Snape #Lucius Malfoy #Severus Snape the death eaters problem child #he's having fun getting his mastery and spying #he'll be having less fun in about two years but right now it's exciting #hp society/the ton #hp the season/the ton au #hp the season au

[handmeyourheart]

Hello! I like your work and I was wondering if you could do a one-shot idea for either Macaque or MK with a gender-neutral reader. The prompt idea is that the reader has a scar on their arm somewhere and the other person accidentally grabs on that part of the arm, causing the reader to shove them away and look startled/scared for a moment. But after a second they calm down and acts that it never happened and if asked by them they get unnaturally cold towards them and continue to say it didn't happen. (Sorry if the format is confusing/awkward I'm not used to typing online)

Imagines

Pairing: Six-eared Macaque and Romantic/Platonic Reader. MK and Romantic/Platonic Reader. (Separate).

Summary: Reader has unresolved trauma and the boys have questions.

Warnings: Maybe a bit ooc for Macaque, but otherwise no spoilers this time. I changed it from a Oneshot to Imagines because I was compelled to do both like you asked, so I apologise if it’s not what you hoped for but you’re free to request more!!

Notes: I really love angst— yes, feed me, indulge me in my bad habits. Gender neutral reader. It’s mainly platonic but you can infer romantic feelings if you’d like!! Non-specific. Haha Macaque's one doesn’t end the happiest, but it’s okay. Also I’m sorry in advance baha.

Words: 1.2k for Macaque, unfinished MK, there’s an explanation I swear.

Also gentle reminder my requests are open! Feel free to leave an ask!! It would be greatly appreciated. See my pinned post for more details!!

Macaque / Liu’er Mihou!

You and Macaque are something along the lines of partners, he’s one of your only friends and you’re one of the very small few he tolerates beyond his average scale. Work colleagues at least and very close at best, you help him out with his work because unlike some people you’re remarkably capable in your line of business, and he admires your achievements— there’s no mess he could leave behind that you can’t clean up. You’re something of an assistant to him, helping him organise his deals and collect his due when necessary, but on occasion you might lend an experienced hand in aid as an accomplice, your abilities are nothing to scoff at, after all, how else could you call yourself a friend of the six-eared simian if you went at least up to his own standard. Though you weren’t as competent as Macaque himself, you can hold your ground if need be, at least, which makes you suitable if not ideal for him to work with.

Though a lot of your background story is shrouded in mystery, he doesn’t really know what your deal is, but since you don’t ask him personal questions about his dramatic past, he respects you in kind and doesn’t ask anything beyond his bounds, he knows where you limit him. All he does know is that you’ve been in the industry for much longer than he has, whether it’s a cause for concern is yet unknown to him, but it’s not strange for folks like yourself and him to wind up in this kind of work. It had just simply been by matter of circumstance that you’d come to work together, whatever made it easier to earn more, you’d suppose.

Tonight however despite the careful, intricate planning considered beforehand, the job had been a total bust thanks to a crude but admittedly unintentional mistake you had made. You’d managed to escape outside through the crossfire and under the cloak of night, fleeing without a trace, they weren’t able to follow after you—

but Macaque would not be pleased with these results especially since your slip up meant he had to scuffle with the clientele himself because of it. You weren’t sure what impression to expect when you next regrouped, but you tried to keep your hopes low and pleaded with whatever god of luck may be lurking to pity you some and alleviate his anger, if only partially.

Fortunately enough though you were just glad you both came out unscathed by the ordeal, but tensions were high between you and your partner over it. With your back to the wall and head hanging loosely between your knees from where you sat positioned on the floor, you assessed any damage that might’ve occurred without your potential awareness, ignoring the sharp gaze of the monkey who's back turned to you, dismissing his mood as you surveyed your legs in concern.

“What was that?” He spoke, seeing how you weren’t going to indulge him with an answer to the night's prior events. With his back still facing you in an arrogant disposition that teased at his agitation, you didn’t really feel the most inclined to humour him, unwilling to put up with his attitude. In response to your silence he sends a dreaded, sharp glare toward you and you relent, shoulders falling in defeat. Maybe you could be an easy foe, but it’s been a long night, plus it’s Macaque. It's fine, be quiet.

“What was what?” You feign ignorance, swallowing dryly as his stare remains cold, exhaling through your nostrils forcefully in a strained sigh. “It was an accident, alright? Don’t get your tail in a twist, it wasn’t something we anticipated.” You dismiss, rising to your feet at his disapproval. It was a truly silly mistake, your cover was blown and the whole espionage went up in smoke and sirens, but it was fine, he just had to realise that. You just wished he’d suck it up for once, he’d made mistakes before too, maybe not as disastrous as today but it wasn’t fair for him to lash out on you for one failure when your track record with him was as solid as it is. “Are you alright, though? I would’ve stayed to help but I thought it would’ve only inconvenienced you further, I didn't want to anger you more by burdening you with my presence during a large scale fight like that.” You hesitantly approached him at that, the aftermath hadn’t been the prettiest and he had to get quite involved in order to escape the whole ordeal, so your concern did stem from a place of genuinity.

In return for your concern he shoots you a look, grabbing the arm that reached for him with a stern and increasingly tight grip. “Do you know how much money we lost—“

He was quickly cut off by your cry of distress, yelping at the sudden force against a very large, very personal scar that resided up the length of your inner arm. It was something mostly hidden from view, hanging at your sides with your arms in resting and wearing long sleeves can make the antique wound seem oh so unnoticeable. But the grief it had caused you over many years was triumphant and the potent memory of how it was received is still fresh in your mind, tender and as pulsating as the scar under his vice hold. You quickly lashed at him until you were freed, cowering back a few steps and wincing at the ripe sensation. It had never healed, and you assumed it never would no matter the amount of remedies you tried. Macaque had attempted to release his hold earlier upon your initial reaction, it was unlike you to flinch if at all and now you’d instinctively retreated away from him, a sullen but sure gaze of hurt in your eyes that shocked him.

You’d always been one to hold yourself to a high regard, you were admirable and courageous, and he had been sure to withhold his strength to a lesser extent— it definitely was not him that’d hurt you, right?

Seeing his surprise, you took a brief moment to recollect your composure, gently returning your arm to rest once more idly by your side with a disgruntled sigh. He seemed to sit in a silent anticipation, as if expectantly waiting for an explanation out of you, but you’d be damned if he were ever to receive one after he’d snapped at you, returning back with a smooth, even tone. “Whatever we lost I can compensate again later, even if it means taking on some of my own jobs to reimburse you for your damages if it’s just so important to you.” You’d note, dusting yourself off and brushing past him like the entire altercation hadn’t happened at all. He seemed rather perturbed, following your figure closely before he tugged on the fabric of your top to halt your exit.

“What was that?” He repeated, as if only an echo of the former anger when he’d asked the question earlier.

“What was what?” You’d parrot, forming a thin line with your mouth and turning away, leaving the monkey to welt in a small pool of guilt. He’d have to apologise, even if he was a little confused by the situation.

MK / Qi Xiaotan!

You’d been a rather long time friend of the newly named Monkie Kid, though you couldn’t hold a candle to the extensive history of he and Mei, but you’d met the two some time after they’d become besties and you were pretty much, without so much as a word of complaint, adopted into the now trio of hero hooligans. A mostly unwilling, low key thrilled to be included participant of their many shenanigans and various escapades. Of course you and Mei were close as could be, but if you had to understand a scale of reference you’d consider yourself maybe closer to MK, you’re often the one who convinces him to console in you when he needs someone to talk to and you’re willing to hear him out until the end.

Nobody really knew where you came from, though. One day you’d just up and appeared and you were great! So no questions were really ever asked, especially when there wasn’t a need to, they’d known you long enough even before MK had been crowned the official successor of the monkey king, you weren’t a suspicious person.

OK SO UM SORRY FOR THE SUDDEN CUT OFF LMAO I have a notice haha…

Well anyways I apologise for the cut off, I will update this when I can when I finish this but well, my house flooded a little while ago and it caused mold to grow under the floorboards so we’ve had to fix the plumbing and then organise for the floors to be stripped and replaced so the mold can be dealt with yikes, so I’ve been struggling with writing lol, but the show must go on so I’m posting this preemptively.

I hope this doesn’t sadden you too much, I will still be working on this and I won’t move on to another request until it’s done but please be patient with me. I posted pretty consecutively but my schedule will probably fall into a weekly/biweekly routine for updates at best!! Not sure when I’ll get it finished, but check back regularly and you’ll know. Love YALL, stay safe, don’t get your house flooded! xx

#lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk macaque #lmk mk #lego monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid mk #lego monkie kid macaque #lmk reader insert #lmk macaque x reader #lmk mk x reader #lmk imagines

[noisydeergalaxy]

The Amber eyed dreamwalker Part 8

Apologies for the delay. my mind wasn't in the right place to write anything, so if this is a bit shorter, I'm sorry, but hopefully, I'll get back into the swing of things soon.

The rain pettered heavy on the leaves as Miles kept his body low to the ground, creeping closer and closer to the grazing Yerik, which was still oblivious to the hunting na'vi. Settling behind a tree, miles took a moment to gather himself and focus on his breathing, keeping his stomach strong like jenna had taught him. Remaining silent miles raised his bow, training his eyes on his target.

Loosing the arrow miles grinned as it hit its target, the animals body thudding to the ground heavily.

Looking on from a distance jenna smiled warmly as she watched miles perform the kill prayer, thanking the animal for its sacrifice, its body remains, but its spirit goes with Eywa. The whole "energy is only borrowed" thing as jenna had explained to him multiple times while teaching him to huht, still after months he didn't fully understand how it all worked but he wanted to understand for her.

By now miles had established himself as one of the Thantor ’eveng, after nearly a year he had been nearly fully accepted into the clan and now his welcoming ceremony was only days away, this hunting session being one of the last tests he needed to face, only when koruk was satisfied miles truly understood the way the great mother shaped rheir lives could miles fully be one of them.

Perks came with being fully accepted into the Thantor ’eveng, the only one miles cared about right now was that he could choose his mate, many of the navi woman had started to become interested in miles recently but he had already chosen the woman he wanted just not officially for the rest of the clan to know, They just had to bide their time and hope jennas father would accept miles as a suitable mate for his daughter, he didn't need to know what they had done together for weeks, what he doesn't know won't hurt him....hopefully.

Miles heard jennas foot steps approach him as he finished the hunting prayer and removed his arrow from the creatures body.

Jenna nuzzled her face into Miles neck "your ready to be one of the Thantor ’eveng miles"

Miles bit his lip. Was he fully ready to let go of his past and truly start a new life.......

Sorry it's so short, I am going to try and get the next part out tomorrow, and it should be longer.

#miles quaritch x oc #miles quaritch #avatar #avatar x reader #miles quaritch x reader #quaritch x oc

[babyjakes]

mess of a lesson.

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event | august '23 general requests blurb night

summary | you refused to go before you left, and now you must pay the price.

pairing | soft!dark!daddies!jake jensen and ari levinson x little!reader

warnings | ddlg (two daddies!!!!). uhh, jakey and ari are definitely MAKING her piss/cum so,, dark/non/dubcon perhaps. holding down/restraining. fingering. clit play. anal play/fingering. forced orgasm. squirting+++. watersports: forced wetting (DUH!!!!). so much mocking/degradation holy shit. petnames. praise.

word count | 1,090

dedication | this fic is dedicated to my angel my bby my sweetie pie ms. @brandycranby, ily my fellow piss enthusiast <33

an | absolutely no one asked for this but. here are my favorite soft daddies acting out my deepest darkest fantasy with sweet little reader, i have been dying to write this smutty trio for soooo long (this is a similar matchup/dynamic to daddy!ari, caregiver!jakey, and wren in egem) and at this point fuck it, here you all go. hope this'll help you understand why i'm down so fucking bad for these guys.

"No Daddy— please!" You can't tell who your words are directed at as you writhe weakly against Ari's strong set of arms as they hold you firmly with your back against his chest. As much as you struggle, there's no getting out for you as he restrains you on his lap.

"Easy, baby. Don't make this harder than it needs to be," the brown-haired man hums, managing to hold you securely against him with just a single arm wrapped around your waist. "Quit fighting us, honey. C'mon, be a good girl."

"Oh sweetie," your other daddy murmurs as he sits in front of you. Jake's expression is much softer than his partner's, his gaze full of concern and sympathy as he reaches out and strokes your cheek. "Don't cry, pretty girl. We're gonna take such good care of you, right Ari?" he checks in with the larger man who's guiding your legs apart, holding them open with his own.

"Nooo!" you whine as your flimsy little tennis skirt is flipped up and out of the way. Jake takes a gentle hand and runs his fingers up and down your clothed pussy, nodding expectingly as a dark wet patch soon appears.

"Our poor little baby, she knows what's coming," Ari murmurs against your ear as he reaches his free hand down to join Jake's. "Seems like she's getting excited, Jake. What do you think?"

"Think you must be right," Jake agrees as he reaches down, effortlessly ripping the thin strip of fabric covering your burning heat in half. "There," he coos, using both hands to spread you out nice and wide. "Go ahead," he nods to Ari, "let's help our little girl go potty, hmm? Since she can't seem to know when she needs to, herself."

Ari lets out a low, grumbly hum in agreement as his expert fingers find your pool of juices, dragging up some of your slick to hone in on your little bundle of nerves. "There," he smiles as you jerk against both of the men's ministrations. "Keep holding her open for me, Jake. Just like that, shouldn't be long..."

The tips of his fingers burn against your throbbing button as big tears roll down your cheeks. "Don't cry, sweetheart. You asked for this, remember? How many times did we ask if you had to go before we left?" the sterner man demands. Jake watches with his brow raised, thankful that Ari is willing to be firm with you when needed.

"A-... a-... a-a lot, Daddy," you stammer apologetically.

"Mhmm," Ari nods as Jake repositions his hands, giving the man behind you the best possible access to your aching clit, and the best possible view of your soaking cunt to himself. "And only ten minutes into the drive, we had to turn right back around, because someone started crying about having to go potty. Is that right, angel?" he continues his cruel lecturing. You nod, groaning and whimpering as a familiar tightness begins building somewhere deep in your core. "So this is what you get, princess. You know the rules. Naughty little girls who don't go potty when they're supposed to need to be punished."

"That's right," Jake coos regretfully as he shifts to hold the hood of your clit back with one hand, using the other to gently begin prodding at your tiny rosebud as your wetness drips down between your spread cheeks. "This is just to help you learn, sweet thing. Now, are you gonna be a good girl for us, hm? Be a good girl for your daddies, give them what they want?"

"I don't think she has much of a choice," Ari chuckles as he feels your breaths deepening against him. "Look at her, poor little thing. Her tummy's so full, I bet if we just..." You let out a startled squeak as he moves his arm down to press his muscular forearm right against your aching bladder.

"Nooo Daddy! Please, s-stop!" you howl, but Ari only kisses the side of your head as he rubs your clit in faster, tighter circles, watching over your shoulder as Jake presses a single finger into your tight little bottom.

"C'mon cutie, don't fight us," Jake smiles reassuringly as he gently works his digit against your sensitive inner walls, the burning sensation the movement creates nearly unbearable. "Be good and cum for your daddies. What do you think, Ari? Looks like she's almost there."

"Just a little more, right there," Ari sings as he rolls your hardened clit between his fingers, his sadistic grin growing as he sees you nearing the end of your rope. "There it is. Now cum for us, little girl," his voice darkens. At his words, you snap, your back arching off of Ari's chest as you're forced to release against the cruel hands of your torturers. "There you go, baby. Keep cumming. Fuck, this bitch is really making a mess," he laughs.

"There, that's it," Jake croons after him, both of the men completely mesmerized by the sight of you pissing yourself and orgasming at the same time. "Poor baby girl, was holding in sooo much in that sweet little tummy of hers. It just keeps coming and coming, huh?"

"Sure does," Ari agrees as your contractions finally begin to die down, leaving you a whimpering, breathless mess as you lie limply against your daddy out of pure exhaustion. Once the last of the spasming ceases, Ari brings his hand up to brush your hair back from your face, loosening his arm around you to take pressure off your emptied bladder. "Good girl," he soothes, kissing you again against your temple.

You wince as Jake removes his finger from you, using his other hand to reach up and rub your poor little tummy under your shirt. "Easy, cutie. You're okay; you did it, sweetie! You were so good, such a good girl for your daddies."

"Such a brave girl," Ari agrees, sharing a smile and loving glance with Jake. "She's getting better at it each time. Less fighting and tears, she knows what's best. Don't you, baby?" You nod obediently, earning a pleased hum of approval from both of the men.

"Now let's go get you cleaned off, huh sweetheart?" Jake suggests as Ari slowly helps you to your feet. Your legs tremble beneath you as you look down at the puddle on the floor. "Don't worry about that, baby. We'll get it cleaned up. I think your clothes might need a run in the wash, though. What do you say?"

#august '23 blurb night #eun's writing #mess of a lesson #jake jensen #jake jensen fanfiction #jake jensen smut #daddy!jake jensen #dark!jake jensen #jake jensen x little!reader #jake jensen one shot #jake jensen imagine #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x you #jake jensen x y/n #ari levinson #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson smut #daddy!ari levinson #dark!ari levinson #ari levinson x little!reader #ari levinson one shot #ari levinson imagine #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson x you #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans smut #the losers #the red sea diving resort

[donttouchmeimwriting]

Arc 4: Suffering

815 words

The dust settled gradually, making the stale air of the chamber even harder to breathe. Gethin stayed low, forcing himself to calm down before he faced his next challenge. He wanted nothing more than to find an easy exit from this bizarrely personal hell of a labyrinth, but he knew in the progressively sinking pit of his stomach that it was only going to get worse.

"You've made it further than I thought you would," a thin voice emerged from the darkness ahead, "The Mastermind promised you would be a tough nut to crack. I must admit I'm impressed, Gethin of Valenwood."

Gethin pushed himself to his feet, resisting the urge to cough.

"Who's there?" he called out, "Show yourself!"

"Very well."

Torches burst to life along the walls of the chamber, revealing it to be far smaller than Gethin could have hoped for, given its occupant. The tall Altmer who stood mere paces from Gethin wore loose, faded scarlet robes, emphasizing his unnaturally emaciated frame. His pale golden hair hung in lifeless strands around his long face. His cheeks were sunken and shadowed, his eyes an unnerving blood red. A chill gripped Gethin's spine as he realized what creature blocked his path to escape.

"Vampire..." he whispered, feeling a tremble enter his hands. He clenched them into tight fists to hide it.

"Indeed I am," the Altmer confirmed, "Quite ancient and skilled in the arcane arts, as you have seen from my welcome party, but fear not. I will not harm you until you have been given time to prepare to meet me in combat."

"I'm assuming this isn't optional," Gethin cautioned, not comforted in the slightest by the vampire's words.

"If you want the piece of the mask I guard, you must take it from me by force. I will give you time to find a suitable weapon, but when that time runs out, if you have not reached the final chamber, I will hunt you down wherever you hide and drain you of every drop of blood you possess. Have I made myself clear?"

Gethin swallowed, a lump of fear lodged in his throat, and an icy sweat trickled down the back of his neck.

"Perfectly," he answered, uncomfortably aware that the vampire could sense his every microexpression of mortal terror, "How much time do I have and what am I looking for?"

The skeletal Altmer gave what could be considered a smile, but its sinister intent was far too palpable.

"I will give you thirty minutes to find your way through the passages behind me, retrieve your weapon, and meet me in the final chamber," he explained, "This is more than enough time if you don't dawdle. You must select a weapon suitable to you - I cannot tell you which is the correct choice for obvious reasons. In the final chamber, you will find the piece of the mask shrouded in ash and blood. I will not restrain myself in guarding it. You will need to kill me if you want to escape."

"Sounds straightforward enough," Gethin commented, "I imagine there's a catch somewhere?"

The vampire glided towards him suddenly, faster than Gethin could blink. He towered over him, his sanguine eyes piercing through his very soul.

"Gethin. Has anything in your life been easy or straightforward? Have you ever been able to trust someone's word at face value? Have you not been betrayed by every person you believed in the most? Consider my task. I shall be waiting at the end."

Gethin froze solid as the vampire lingered, but managed to keep his voice steady.

"I have one more question for you before we begin," he said, "How do you know me?"

The vampire chuckled and reached into his robes, producing a bound lock of wavy, honey blonde hair, which he dangled tauntingly over Gethin's head. Gethin's gut wrenched at the sight of it. He would recognize that hair in any context.

Alaia.

"Aside from the research done on your history, I have been following your group at the request of the Mastermind for some time now," the vampire revealed, his voice somehow even airier than before, "I know you care for them, despite the front you put up. I know you care for Alaia most of all, and I will take great pleasure in tearing her apart should you fail here."

"Keep her name out of your filthy mouth," Gethin growled through gritted teeth, surprising himself with his burst of courage.

"Her name won't be the only part of her in my mouth if you don't hurry."

With that, the vampire vanished into a fine mist, which then swept into the doorway at the far end of the chamber and out of sight. Gethin's heart pounded hard against his ribs, his breaths becoming uneven and strained. He had to survive now, if not for his own sake, for Alaia's.

#this is at least the second time I've rewritten this and I'll probably rewrite it again when i get around to posting the full story #i like this better than the last version for sure #yes it is elder scrolls fanfic i have a good handful of those #this is part of my fic 'the quest for the mysterious mask' which the first chapter is on my ffn #this arc is heavily inspired by as above so below ngl #writing sample #the quest for the mysterious mask #elder scrolls fanfiction

[napneeders]

an excerpt from the "Stede and Izzy re-enact their fight/fuck for Ed" fic that I'm going insane trying to finish as per usual. (based on the stizzy encounter in Pressure but I don't think reading that is required.) no smut yet in this part.

**

"As you know," Stede addresses his audience, "last winter I was sailing up and down the Caribbean, searching high and low for you, my darling (but mostly sealevel, I suppose). Eventually I made my way to the Republic of Pirates, for there I thought I could glean some information of your whereabouts and current doings, for the rumours thereof were many but none of them very helpful to my quest –" Great, now he's used the same conjunction twice in a row. He hopes neither of the others noticed.

"I could not believe my luck when not half an hour into my excursion I spotted one Israel Hands on the street! For –" oh, goddamnit "– I knew he must be there at your behest, and therefore could lead me to you! To confess my love, etcetera."

"Etcetera," Ed repeats, "gotta love the etcetera. Big fan, myself."

Izzy lets out a long-suffering sigh.

Stede may not be a great storyteller, but he would consider himself an adequate performer. Emphatically more than adequate in certain circumstances, such as when he and Ed suspend all kinds of disbelief for each other. Currently, Izzy's less than enthusiastic participation is putting a bit of a damper on his creative vision, but the show must go on.

"Perhaps quite understandably, in retrospect, Izzy fled when we caught sight of each other, but I pursued him. So I chased him across half the Republic –"

"It was about three blocks, Bonnet."

"– until he backed himself into a dead end! And here I think we enter the scene, let's see now –"

Stede's eyes scan the space for a suitable representation of their environment.

"If you don't mind turning a little, Edward, let's suppose this space behind the sofa is the alley. Izzy, if you don't mind."

"This is still fucking stupid."

"Shh," Stede hushes dismissively, "get into character, Izzy. Get into the alley."

Izzy walks over to the assigned space, recrossing his arms as he gets there. Ed twists around in his seat to see both of them.

"The character is me, I don't need to –"

"Well, you were being a surly bastard just as you are now. Shouldn't be hard, should it?"

Stede gives up on his patience. It's a gamble, but a man and a director, not to mention a pirate captain, has to take one sometimes. He steps forward, grabbing Izzy by the neck of his shirt to keep him from conceding the space. Izzy's head tilts up to look at him. Good.

Stede finds that taking the performance seriously is often the best aid to a hesitant co-star.

"You were scared," he reminds Izzy, an order more than a statement. "You were scared and angry and no doubt wanted me dead, if only to stop being so scared."

Izzy looks mutinous but his eyes flicker across Stede's face, and Stede doesn't miss that they pause at his lips. Crucially, he stays silent.

"Oh, we're cutting straight to the action?" Ed interjects.

"No, this is still… preparation," Stede says, letting go.

He backs away from the stage of their impending re-enactment, coming to a stop in the wings by the drinks tray.

"So, I ran into the alley – are you ready for me?"

Izzy gives him a withering look, but nods.

It's not quite a big enough space to get into a run before he has to stop. Maybe he should have started all the way at the door. But his body is already moving – the few half-jogging steps he takes feel ridiculous.

"So –"

Izzy darts into action. In uncertain sequence Stede's back slams into the wall, Izzy slams into his front, and the knife appears at his throat. The adrenaline rushes back in.

"Oh, that's good," Stede breathes.

#my writing #steddyhands #stizzy #pirate theatre

[wearingaberetinparis]

WIP game: The Jammiest Bit of Jam(es)

👀 I think I haven't seen this title before?

@blondelunaa, this Multi Chapter fic is my absolute favourite thing to write at the moment. I'm having so much fun! It's basically Emma (James is the meddling Emma in this instance) meets Enola Holmes (Lily is most like her) meets the Victorian Wizarding Era. In this world, Hogwarts was an all-wizard school and had a sister school: Queen Mary's Finishing School for the Young Witch, which - of course - Lily attends. At this school, witches are taught to control their magic and trained in all aspects of social, wizarding etiquette to ensure that they become attractive and suitable marriage partners for wizards of proper breeding. (Of course, Pure-bloods are encouraged to wed Pure-bloods, etc.)

And, oh, James is determined that Lily marries his dear friend Remus Lupin. Obviously, he does not fall for Lily in the process. 😉

I posted two (longish) snippets over the weekend, so I'll post them here again!

Snippet 1

“I’m not desperate,” James spoke up as he watched the witch go, gaping as she and her robes swished away from him. “I’ll have you know I’m spoken for and that I’ve been betrothed ever since my seventh birthday –”

The witch – her eyes as green as the absinth hidden in Sirius’ trunk – turned around, cocking an eyebrow. “I suppose congratulations are in order then,” she didn’t sound as if she were particularly pleased for him. “I hope you and your future wife will be blissfully happy. I assume you’ll wed her as soon as you leave Hogwarts?”

His chest – which had puffed out as he had announced his engagement, proving to her that he was not, in fact, trying to get under the many layers of her skirts – deflated now, his confidence faltering. “Well,” he swallowed here, trying to regain some of his earlier backbone, “she’s only ten years old now, of course, so I have a bit of a wait ahead of me and the only thing we appear to have in common is the fact that we are both Pure-bloods –” his voice trailed off as her eyes flashed, her nostrils flared and he realised he was not necessarily making a strong case for himself.

“How lovely,” she spoke, her voice dipped in the frosty depths of the Great Lake dividing Hogwarts from the Queen Mary’s Finishing School for the Young Witch. “How far along the line are you related? Or are you direct cousins even? That is, after all, how the Sacred Twenty-Nine keep their blood as pure as can be.”

This caused him to frown, his hackles to rise as offense started to colour his cheeks slightly. “I’m no blood supremacist. I have plenty of Half-blooded or Muggle-born friends –”

“How noble you are,” she very nearly spat, while rolling her eyes at him, her fan closing with a rather aggressive snap, “to stoop so low as to converse with your inferiors.”

He wondered, right then and there, if he had been correct in selecting her especially for his dear friend Remus Lupin. She may very well eat him alive, he thought, his mood souring by the second. Whatever she might be, an agreeable bride she would not make.

Snippet 2

“Miss Evans?”

Her eyes widened and she very nearly dropped her wand. She turned around ever so slowly, schooling her face into a neutral and thoroughly unimpressed expression.

“Ah,” she spoke, hoping to sound dismissive and unaffected, while – in reality – her heart pounded a mile a minute, “it is you.”

Lord James Potter – the far too handsome Pure-blooded dunderhead – examined her closely, took a small step towards her. “Are you well? You appear to be lost.”

“Oh,” she said, tilting her chin, “lost I’m most certainly not.”

He cocked his head to the side. “In trouble then?”

“Now, whatever would make you say that?”

“Well, since you’re dressed as a young Hogwarts school boy –”

She refused to let her confidence falter as she scoffed at him. “Clearly, you have no idea about the intricate goings-on at Queen Mary’s. Maybe this is just how we would prefer to dress when there’s no wizards about.”

“You’d wear a cloak with the Hogwarts crest at Queen Mary’s?” he raised his eyebrows. Infuriatingly, he was all the more attractive for it.

“Do you fancy yourself an Auror, sir?” she stubbornly crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Not quite yet,” he muttered as if he wasn’t destined to become the next Minister of Magic, like his father and grandfather before him, taking another step forward, the toes of their shoes – similar in looks, comically different in size – nearly touching, forcing her to look up at him. “Now, tell me, Miss Evans. What are you doing at Hogwarts? You weren’t planning on calling on a suitor were you?”

“A suitor?” she couldn’t hide the scandalised tone in her voice, the way her breath caught on the word. “How dare you insinuate such a thing –”

He held up his hands, his wand resting between the fingers of his left hand. “Do forgive me, Miss Evans, for drawing such a conclusion when you are attempting to open a door to an empty Hogwarts classroom that has a rather sordid history.”

“A sordid history?” He leaned forward, brought his lips closer to her ear.

“Rumour has it Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric Gryffindor favoured the room when they were courting each other.”

She felt her cheeks pinken, her breath catch. It had, of course, nothing to do with his close proximity. I’m not that desperate, she thought angrily to herself. It’s just the smell of his cologne that is making me feel rather dizzy. The absolute ponce. It is sure to be some expensive bottle imported from France.

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