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Jungle Fury Random Headcanons and Ideas
@skyland2703 @augment-techs @mo-ok @junglefurytrash went a bit crazy with this one
-Casey is the youngest of five siblings, and is the only boy in the family. He knows how to do makeup and hair.
-Due to his upbringing everyone in the house expected him to be gay, he was kind of dreading having to tell his mother and sisters but they were pretty chill about it.
-His sisters are either quintuplets or triplets and two adopted sisters depending on what you want to go with.
-Despite being the blue ranger Theo didn't develop his animal spirit until after Luen gained his. His parents seem to expect more from him as they were students in a sub school associated with the Pai Zhua.
-Theo's won a Guinness World Record award for karaoke, he claims it's in his blood to be amazing at it.
-Lily grew up within a small apartment in the city, she enjoys all the different foods that a place has to offer. Anything that's new and changing, reminds her of home.
-There's a chance that she trained with Zack and had him as a partner as she did mentioned how she used to do competitive dance competitions.
-RJ's mother passed away when he was young and he kind of blames himself for it. Despite trying to make their relationship better Finn may have blamed him all those years ago for Mrs. James's passing, just a constant reminder of her not being here.
-RJ is amongst one of the only individuals(Like Antonio) to discover the Morphin Grid on his own and is the reason the Pai Zhua has it as access.
-Sometimes just to spite Finn RJ catches fish and attaches them around the shark master's house. That way his air conditioning can smell terrible.
-Dominic flunked out of college, he was studying to become a teacher in geography.
-Casey seems more ticked off with Dominic because of the idea that he might try to go for Jarrod or RJ.
-Jarrod enjoys being around animals as his parents weren’t really around, his mother didn’t really enjoy the prospect of having a boy and his dad would either yell all the time or get pissed off about farm work not doing well so Jarrod cuddling up with a fluffy sheep or even summoning his black lion spirit to sleep next to it’s mane would soothe him.
-Despite all the troubles within the school Master Mao kinda sees Jarrod as his own son(Any of you kingdom hearts fans, cough cough Eraqus and Terra).
-Camille’s hatred of snakes was due to her mother being killed by Naja 10,000 years ago, she’s unaware of this fact but disposing of the snake rinshi felt right when it happened in the show.
-Her eyeshadow is actually a trait of her animal spirits. Animal spirits have way more depth to them as they are the shadow of one’s self, in some cases specific traits about said spirit leak into the person like physical to mental details (example: Camille’s eyeshadow, RJ’s ferocity from his wolf spirit.)
-megazords formed by animal spirits were based on specific influences centuries ago, from totems, giant sculptures like sphinx and even Animus. Some can claim that the guardians of the Pai Zhua were the first people to create earthly megazords within human history.
-mystical beasts or fictional animal like creatures such as the phoenix, azure dragon etc are somewhat rare due to a very small percent of people born with one or those entities giving access to said person. Such as the Phantom Beasts who are based on specific creatures. If Nick or Chip were to come to Pai Zhua and develop a phoenix and Garuda spirit then they’d be a powerful force.
-rinzen and zocalo energy isn’t inherently bad energy but the power is mainly associated with rinshi, the rangers have the potential to access it and even gain phantom beast modes similar to Jarrod and Camille.
-Fran’s animal spirit can range either from a black cat, owl or monkey and gives her abilities based on inner luck or focus making her quite powerful.
-Lily basically adopted Casey as her own little brother.
-Secretly Jarrod wants to pursue cooking or something based in creativity. He didn't touch a kitchen utensil for weeks after seeing kitchen nightmares and it took RJ having to throw the tapes out to get him back into cooking.
-Master Swoop can actually split himself into bat's and has the little shadows spying around the world for any threats. Its kind of creepy but very effective as he can easily have the bat's acting as kamikaze strikers to defeat monsters. Rangers on other teams don't know how threats get taken down but they don't mind, less work load.
-the Pai Zhua has more schools within the world that differentiate in some fighting styles and such. Some schools like the ninja academies try to pick up on their skills but a few of the campuses keep secret.
-Zordon tried to learn about the teachings thousands of years ago as their abilities mixing with the grid gave way for a spike in power with combat but they shunned the wizard away cause of being weary about his motives. Ninjor was welcomed in open arms via the power coins he had. This also explains why Jungle Fury was so scarce with the other teams up until megaforce.
-despite everything the Pai Zhua is nowhere near as moral as they tried to portray themsleves as. Some people can be very toxic in a few areas, Dai Shi had possessed people in the past and with each attempt they tried to have the individuals go mad and die from the experience as a way to rid themselves of the dragon. Casey and the rangers dismantled this ideology after killing the Dai Shi.
-because of her potential the academy sent scouts to try and push Fran to join the academy but RJ quickly shut that down and actually threatened a few of the higher officials because of this.
-Animal spirits talk amongst themselves when the team isn't around. Some play poker when everyone's asleep.
-because of being spirit and mythical based the JF team can handle most of the recurring threats of Zedd and Rita. Plus with their megazords not being mechanical they aren't easily disposed of.
-RJ secretly made JKP into a megazord incase there's an emergency, he met Antonio and added a shitload of symbol power and animal spirit energy to make it a powerful force.
-Lily loves a lot of 80s-90s music and loves to dress in a semi style of Y2K.
-Having no knowledge of Pokemon, Camille and Casey were sat down by Theo and Fran until they were introduced to Gen 4. Camille hacked her Platinum cartridge to get all the mythical and legendary mon events.
-RJ smokes blunts mainly to calm himself, it started as a way to escape the thought of his mother being goin and his father's disapproval.
-Tommy and Jason aren't allowed in Ocean Bluff when it comes to ranger activity because RJ's access to the grid could be useful but he likes to gatekeep and personally team wise if anything happens both him and the group wouldn't enjoy veteran rangers from the first modern team(unless it's billy) coming in and taking over operations.
-Camile and Jarrod jump monsters whenever a mission happens, forget talking, get the job done when needed.
-Casey was fired from the zoo for sleeping in the tiger cage and released all the animals into nice reservations after he was let go.
-Lily was made team leader as Casey doesn't feel too well with getting the role just for being a red ranger.
-Theo is a master at coming up with combo attacks and megazord concepts to the point that rangers like Chip and Max come to him for guidance. He's got quite the reputation in the ranger community for his witty ideas.
-Casey is on a red ranger watch list due to his sword skills, despite keeping their word Jason may have came to the city to demand some aid with their grid research and the two got into a brawl with Casey winning. Him, Jayden and Lauren are all at the top five of said list.
-RJ has dated lots of people but it usually never ends on a perfect note as they were usually relationships with people who took emotional advantage over him. Though he's in a better place within his life to try again with Casey or anyone who actually values him.
-Jarrod listens to a lot of punk music and back at the school Mao got complaints about speakers Blaring music at two in the morning.
-Cam hangs with RJ and shares ideas but he isn't allowed to tell Tommy about any of their conversations. The two may have had a thing in the past.
-Wolf rangers tend to have a powerful aura and they each meet together to talk about business, RJ has a bone themed secret landline he uses to contact them.( @sentinelofstories wolf war 👀😭)
-Due to Dai Shi the JF teams has a disdain for dragons, Serpentera count your days if you ever come back.
-Camille's rinshi form is just armor but was never accepted fully as a rinshi, she only became one to seem worthy in Dai Shi's eyes. The phantom beast hated her for many things and this was one of the reasons, thousands of years ago she murdered three previous members for nearly trying to assassinate her.
-Princess Shayla and the Wild Force rangers are on good terms with the JF team. Merrick follows RJ around like a lost puppy, Taylor spites Theo for being short, Lily tried to get Danny out of his shell. Max tries to explain modern day concepts to Camille, Alyssa and Dominic do small talk and Cole is given death glares from RJ or Jarrod because Casey has caught eyes for him.
-Casey is Gay, Lily is Bi, Theo is a straight ally, Camille and Jarrod are angry bisexuals, RJ is pan, Fran and Dom are unsure of what they are.
-It is unknown if dinosaurs can become animal spirits but Eric actively seeks out Casey to test this theory.
-Casey's favorite red ranger is TJ.
-The team watches movies each Thursday, Everyone except Lily can't handle watching Final Destination.
-it took some time but Jungle Fury had their crossover with RPM and its safe to say things were chaotic. Dillon and Jarrod pretty much had a staring contest with each other, RJ and Flynn got high for the most part, Scott kept crying tears of joy when Casey took him to see their world since it isn't destroyed, Theo wanted to throw himself out the window from hanging with Ziggy, Summer took Lily shopping and Camille was this close to murdering the twins but actually found herself warming up to them, she even went on a date with Gemma.
-Billy is on thin ice for trying to bring Zordon back and while RJ likes the dude he'd prefer that the giant head wouldn’t butt in on all of their affairs.
#power rangers#power rangers jungle fury#jungle fury#mmpr#mighty morphin power rangers#power rangers headcanon#headcanons#prjf#pr#head canon#list
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This is a fic rec of One Direction fics in which Louis is the younger character in a pairing or the youngest in the group as requested in this ask. You can find all my other fic recs here! If you enjoy the fics, please leave the writers kudos and comments! Happy reading!
-Larry-
🖤 Say Something by @kingsofeverything
(E, 105k, a/b/o, alpha Louis, omega Harry, older Harry, mpreg Harry, accidental pregnancy, heat, insecure Harry, lawyer Harry, theatre manager Louis, age difference, smut)
When his doctor suggests a heat and rut matching service, he signs up out of necessity.
🖤 Off The Record by Tomlinsontoes / @pianolouis
(M, 90k, actor Louis, publicist Harry, enemies to friends to lovers, pining, tattoos, pining, younger Louis, eventual smut)
Louis is an out of control teen heartthrob, Harry is hired to get him back on track and they both hate each other while they secretly don't.
🖤 I'm On the Hunt Now (I'm After You) by @afangirlfantasy
(M, 56k, a/b/o, alpha Harry, omega Louis, soulmates, wolves, mating, marking, supernatural elements, pack dynamics, angst with a happy ending, mpreg Louis, smut)
an AU where Alpha Harry and Omega Louis have a lot more than falling in love to deal with after The Mating Ceremony.
🖤 Spoonful of Sugar by zanni_scaramouche / @zanniscaramouche
(E, 47k, series, mob boss Harry, enemies to lovers, size difference, age difference, injury, violence, smut)
To keep his family safe he’s forced to trust the man that failed to keep his promise two years ago, the resident drug lord he’s unknowingly been working for, Harry Styles.
🖤 Two Steps Behind by sacredheart
(T, 38k, younger Louis, childhood friends, hurt feelings high school au)
Louis is two years younger than his neighbors, Harry, Liam, Niall, and Zayn, and he grows up bending over backwards to get their attention and acceptance. Especially Harry's.
🖤 Epiphany by Jennifer_Kaid / @poetsreprieve
(E, 30k, historical, 1980s, Italy, writer Harry, student Louis, romance, cuddling, stubborn Louis, insecurity, age gap, angst, hate to love)
It was the summer of 1984 when Harry inherited his grandfather's estate and wealth.
🖤 honey, make this easy by sweetums / @darlou
(E, 25k, uni student Louis, nanny Louis, art dealer Harry, grief/mourning, kid fic, sexual tension, age difference, sex tapes, public sex, smut)
Needing help, he hires Louis as a nanny and the boy turns out to be help in more ways than he expected.
🖤 i'll find a home inside your heart by pleasinglouis
(E, 25k, silver fox Harry, real estate agent Louis, doctor Harry, age difference, smut)
the Silver Foxrry fic
🖤 sweet like cherry vodka by dilfrry
(NR, 8k, sugar baby Louis, sugar daddy Harry, silver fox Harry, uni student Louis, light dom/sub, CEO Harry, age gap, fluff, smut)
the Silver Fox Sugar Daddy Harry x Uni Student Sugar Baby Louis fic
🖤 may we all have a vision now and then by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry
(M, 4k, gay bar, American au, older Harry, first meeting, fluff, vulnerability, age difference, feelings, kissing, smut)
On a cold December night, Louis meets Harry for the first time.
-Rare Pairs-
🖤 Little Lion Man by Writcraft / @writsgrimmyblog
(E, 123k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw, Harry Potter universe, coming of age, magic, supernatural elements, homophobia, kink exploration, hurt/comfort, character injury, soulmates, smut)
As Louis tries to negotiate coming of age, sexuality, first times, homophobia in the wizarding world and his growing feelings for Nick, a new evil emerges which puts Louis and Nick in serious danger.
🖤 Pretty Little Plaything by Phillipa19
(E, 55k, series, Zayn/Louis, silver fox Zayn, age gap, sugar baby Louis, falling in love, insecure Louis, dom/sub, rich Zayn, jealousy, charity events, marriage, past abuse, smut)
Louis is Zayn's little toy, his precious pet, to play with and keep safe.
🖤 I'm Ready for the Worst by @lululawrence
(NR, 26k, Louis/Greg James, canon, age difference, older Greg, secret relationship, angst with a happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, flirting, famous/famous, fwb, friends to lovers, humor, anxiety, grief/mourning, no smut)
Greg had never been able to put a finger on what it was exactly, but he’d been enthralled and hooked from the first moment he’d seen his bright smile and flamboyant mannerisms.
#ficrec#1dsource#tracksintheam#trackinghome#trackinghappily#1dficvillage#phillipa19#gaycousinlarry#dilfrry#pleasinglouis#darlou#poetsreprieve#zanniscaramouche#afangirlfantasy#pianolouis#kingsofeverything#writcraft#lululawrence
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Harry Potter- Marauders Era Masterlist
Oldest ~ Top Of Section
Youngest~ Bottom of Section
⭐️-Smut ❤️-Fluff 💔-Angst 🚫-None 💙-Incorrect Quote
🪢- Polyamorous 🍷-Alcohol🩸-Blood ☠️-Death 🤰-Pregnancy
🚺-Female Character 🚹-Male Character ⚧- Gender Neutral Character
James Potter (HE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)
The Bet by Solemnly-Mischievous⭐️🚺
Pillowtalk by MiiaMour⭐️🚺
Prongs & Hawkeye by RomCnovas❤️🚺
Foam (Fratboy James) by SunRiseFairy⭐️🍷🚺
Better Kisser (Part 1) by QuinDolyn⭐️🍷🚺
Better Kisser (Part 2) by QuinDolyn⭐️🚺
Sub Best Friend James Coming Back From A Bad Date by EddiesBug⭐️🚺
Room Service by GxTitoBxby⭐️🚺
Darling Boy by JamesPottersMommy⭐️🚺
James Potter x Lily Evans x Reader by PinkAndBlueBlurbs⭐️🚺
Day One by OhWowImLonley⭐️🚺
Sirius Black (HE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)
Study Time by SelenesHeart⭐️🚺
Remus Lupin (HE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)
Tell Me Again On A Good Day by LuveLine⭐️🤰🚺
Regulus Black (HE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)
Caught Masturbating by HpImaginesAndBlurbs⭐️🚺
Incorrect Quotes
Sirius & Remus & James & Lily & Baby Harry Incorrect Quote by PunkHarryP0tt3r💙
Andromeda to Sirius Incorrect Quotes by MischiefHasBeenManaged💙
Bellatrix & Sirius Incorrect Quotes by Hxuse-Xf-Black💙
Sirius & Remus & Peter Incorrect Quotes by Just-A-Random-Bookworm💙
James & Evan & Barty Incorrect Quotes by Loz-TearsOfAHomo💙
Remus & Y/N Incorrect Quotes by MilesMoraleSluvs💙
Sirius & James & Lily & Remus & Baby Harry Incorrect Quotes by PunkHarryP0tt3r💙
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The 2000s, especially the 2010s, were great years for supernatural/paranormal horror films. Supernatural horror is a sub-genre of horror that is centered around the involvement paranormal/supernatural occurrences. This commonly includes ghosts, demons, spirits, etc; oftentimes having characters becoming possessed by the supernatural. It is not a requirement for films in this genre to involve religion, but many do. It is also worth noting that many viewers of this sub-genre of horror find movies that are either true stories or based on true stories to be scarier. This is largely due to the psychological factor of knowing that what they are watching occured in real life, and could potentially even happen to the viewer. One such movie that falls into this genre, is based on a true story, and is one of the most popular movies of the 2010s for this sub-genre of horror is The Conjuring. Released in 2013, this movie follows a family as they move into their new home and are quickly met with resistance from demonic spirits that are present due to murders that occurred at the house in the past. Demonologists Ed and Lorraine Warren help free the family by performing an exorcism on the mother, who has become possessed. This is not only a key movie for this sub-genre, but it was also directed by one of the most well-known/respected directors for this sub-genre of horror in the 2010s. That director's name would be James Wan. He is responsible for co-creating the Conjuring franchise and the Insidious franchise, both of which are extremely popular and successful supernatural horror franchises. He also co-created the Saw movies, which are wildly popular, although don't fall into the sub-genre of paranormal horror. Another well-known director in this sub-genre is Scott Derrickson. One of his more popular movies is titled "Sinister" and that is personally one of my favorite horror movies. It involves an evil entity possessing the youngest child of every family that moves into a particular home to murder their entire family and film it. Yes, I know, it is very dark stuff, but the plot of Sinister and Sinister 2 are both phenomenal in my opinion. Derrickson also has directed successful horror movies such as The Exorcism of Emily Rose and Deliver Us From the Devil. Another movie from this sub-genre that had a lot of success is "It" which follows Pennywise the clown. What's interesting about this 2017 film is that it is based off of a novel written by the "father of horror" Stephen King. It is interesting to see the connection between book and movie. While doing my research on this topic, I also noticed that a lot of movies that fall into the sub-genre include Oujia boards. This makes sense because Oujia boards are centered around spirits and other paranormal activity, it was just interesting to me to see how directors and screenwriters incorporated Oujia boards/other supernatural "games"/items into their movies. Another common theme that many movies involve are exorcisms. Many movies even have this buzzword in the title of their films. Again, this all adds up because an exorcism involves removing an evil spirit from someone. One final movie that I wanted to highlight for this sub-genre of horror is a movie that we have already covered in class, The Witch. When I selected this topic to cover for my blog, I immediately made the connection that The Witch could fall into this category, and was pleasantly surprised to learn that it was one of the most successful paranormal movies of the 2010s. I personally enjoyed the movie a lot, especially the ending, and I can definitely see how it fall into this category, especially regarding the character Black Philip and the presence of witches. I chose this topic because I am a big fan of supernatural/paranormal horror movies, and I am excited to dive deeper into the topic over the next couple of weeks!
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Thoughts on Sydney Film Festival
I just want to point out and say this: I’ve never went to Sydney Film Festival.
I never did, and reason for that is because I’m not a giant film enthusiast. I’d rather go to YouTube conventions such as Vidcon, Playlist Live and Amplify, which is my version of a film festival since it focuses on online multiplatforms and so forth. But my university requires us to attend the festival and write 2 essays on our thoughts throughout the events and the films we watched. At first, I thought I wouldn’t enjoy it, that I would get bored and probably just wing the assignments… but I was mistaken as I actually enjoyed it. Not to the point where next year I’d go again and get like a multi-day pass, nope. It’s more on the fact that I just had a good time and it’s worth going if you really like movies and you’d wish to become a filmmaker yourself
‘But aren’t you doing a film major? ‘
I’m doing journalism as a sub-major. I want to work in broadcast media. The only thing that I have to be concerned about is the world around me and knowing who our current Prime Minster and State Premier are. But films are nice and knowing who made what just allows you to understand what their filming styles are like and how’d they’d change over the years (the last time I did this when a few friends and I debated which of James Cameron’s work is better, Titanic or Avatar).
I only attended 2 events in the festival, The Dendy Awards for Australian Short Films and the world premier of ‘Hope Road’ – A documentary by Tom Zubrycki (you can pretty much figure out what were my 2 film classes based on). I was required to watch them and give a review on my thoughts towards the films. I have to say, despite being one of the youngest to attend (based on observation since the people around me were elderly people and huge film enthusiast for many years), they were quite interesting and worth a watch.
There was a common theme shown from both of the events I’ve attended, and that is the theme of ‘Struggle’ – How each character has to overcome the obstacles and issues that they face just to reach their goals, fulfil their dreams or to just get on with life. And the various styles of how each of the films were presented and produced showed various was to interpret that theme.
Hope Road
Yup… I met the people behind the documentary
Hope Road is the 11th film created by Australian Filmmaker Tom Zubrycki and is based on Zacharia Machiek’s vision to build a school in his home village in South Sudan. The film has been in production since 2012 and the story is still ongoing as there is more to be done. According to Zubrycki, the documentary is more than just a ‘fundraiser documentary’, but it also tells Zacharia’s personal story as a refugee and his determination to help his people back in South Sudan. The film also mentions the need for education (especially for women), gender equality for men and women, the conflict that’s currently occurring in South Sudan, and hope that the people who view this film would support their project.
The film starts off explaining about the conflict in Sudan in 1995, telling the results of the war and the amount of people who were affected and killed. We’re then introduced to Zacharia, a refugee who was one of the surviving Lost Boys of Sudan, as he’s on a flight to his home village. We are then seen the landscape of his village and throughout the documentary, we’re able to compare the lifestyle the Sudanese people in contrast to what we have here in the western world and how Zacharia’s personal life and the political conflict affected him from reaching his goal.
“Two things that kept the African people alive – hope and your own determination” – Zacharia.
This film reveals to audiences the struggles that the South Sudanese people and let audience realise the importance of women’s equal rights to work and education. Zacharia states that not many people view the importance of men and women working together and that peace could not be achieved without the participation of women.
We’re also exposed to Zacharia’s struggles as his domestic life and the ongoing conflict that’s occurring in South Sudan as well as financial issues, play a role on the delays and the prevention on getting the job done. But no matter how bad the situation is, Zacharia still believes that something good would come out of it. Zacharia still has a connection to his family and people back in South Sudan and this what drive his motivation to help them provide the education they need. What this film hopes to let people take out it is to let them know that there will always be hope, no matter how bad the situation is and that migration is more complicated than it’s seems as the migrants have a role on giving something back to the people that’s closest to them.
Despite the film having an inconclusive ending, Hope Road is a film that will put viewers to view the different perspectives of our world. They will learn that not everything is simple as it is and that there will be twist and turns as we go through in life; but also learn that there is always hope for them to succeed.
The Dendy Awards for Australian Short Films
Some of the films that I watched (via Sydney Film Festival Site)
The Dendy Awards is a short film competition where 10 films are selected out of the 288 that were submitted. This year, there were a range of directors and filmmakers, some have years of experiences, some collaborated with big media industries and universities, and there were some who just started.
Here are some of the highlights of the night:
Adele
Adele is a film about an African teenage girl named Adele who is an expecting teen mum and has to go through her family tradition of arrange marriage, unconsented sex (which caused her pregnancy) and how it affects her, her ‘partner’ and her family. This film deals with what it’s like to go through the toughest situations when it comes to becoming a teen mum and how it affects their personal life.
After all
A stop-motion animation film about a son’s relationship with his mother who dies from smoking. The film merges the two timelines of the son’s past and present to tell the story and was able to intertwine the two timelines to tell the story.
Brown lips
An Aboriginal film made in Western Sydney, with collaboration with the ABC, where two cousins who fall in love and the girl wonders what if they’d escape with each other. This film was slightly criticised by a few of the audiences due to it’s theme of incest. The use of emotion was well used and you could clearly see how much the two characters felt for each other.
Lost Property Office
An animated film about an officer faces loss of his job due to it’s redundancy. He works at lost property where no one collects their lost goods and it just keeps accumulating with dust. This short filmed has this steampunk theme mixed with a 60’s vibe since it’s on a sepia filter rather than technicolour. The film made it hint that the officer was going to commit suicide due to the loss of his job but gave a twist ending that was slightly unexpected.
The Wall
An illustrated animated film about a grandma and her grandchild who runs away from war and are stuck in a camp with a giant wall blocking their way and sold everything about herself she had for a better future for the boy. The film had narration which was very poetic and it symbolised on how it’s like to seek refuge from the war and the victims wanting to give their children a better future.
Each film shown told different stories using different styles and the audience had various emotional response towards the films they’ve sat through. The use of colour, lighting and music helped set the mood on what each scene is about and the use of symbolism in the animated films gave the short films a deeper meaning to its story. Some of the films had a direct plot that the audiences could easily pick up and some needed to be critically analyse to figure out what the main intension is. Overall, the films were inspiring and are worth watching over again.
Whether you’re really into films or just a casual viewer or just someone like me who just spends time on the internet, The Sydney Film Festival is worth going to. You don’t have to go every year or to all the events but just supporting independent films that were funded by Screen Australia, and seeing the final product after months and years of production, its worth attending. As someone who mostly enjoys the online platform, I was quite inspired to see what they’ve created and it did inspire me and I plan to apply what they did in their films when I work on my future projects.
So if you’re given the chance to go to this event, at least try to give it a chance. It’s nice to try something new for a change. And who knows, you may also be inspired to create something as well.
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To Be So Lonely {Komamiki}
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/XSlBfaq
by bnnysonia
Mahiru had secured an interview with Nagito Komaeda, the world's youngest self-made billionaire. An undoubtedly impressive feat, considering she’s only a nineteen-year old university student. But when Mahiru falls ill, Mikan, her roommate, fellow student and closest friend offers to go in her place. During the interview, she and Nagito form a strange bond, but Nagito is hiding something. Something dark and painful.
Credit to E.L James for the story premise.
Words: 2915, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Super Dangan Ronpa 2
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con
Categories: F/M
Characters: Tsumiki Mikan, Komaeda Nagito, Koizumi Mahiru, Saionji Hiyoko, Soda Kazuichi, Sonia Nevermind, Tanaka Gundham, Nanami Chiaki, Hinata Hajime
Relationships: Komaeda Nagito/Tsumiki Mikan, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Additional Tags: BDSM, Alternate Universe - BDSM, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Heavy BDSM, Inspired by Fifty Shades of Grey, Mildly Dubious Consent, Alternate Universe - No Ultimate Talents (Dangan Ronpa), Spanking, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Anal Sex, just a whole bunch of smut, its literally just fifty shades but slightly less amateur, also in third person bc i can’t write first person pov for shit, Unhealthy Relationships, tw for stalking and general dubious consent, Dom/sub, dom! Nagito, sub! Mikan, this is cringe you have been warned, read at ur own risk lol
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Hello there Devereux I don’t think I’d be doing myself any favours if I didn’t introduce myself ahead of the summer romance mixer I’m hosting along with my beautiful wife Clarissa on Wednesday. I’m Henry Baxter, and yes you probably went to school with one of my brothers... it’s actually strange that there aren’t any Baxters currently at Devereux.. I think they thought we’d never leave.
#devereuxstarter#arthur oldest brother dom#edward second oldest switch#henry is the third son#james youngest sub#those be the baxter brothers
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porn links vol. 2 ೃ༄
▷ 2k celebration edition ◁
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(as i promised, another porn links for my 2k celebration)
draco malfoy
stepbro!draco railing you in the middle of the night | 2
stepbro!draco taking your innocence | 2
stepdad!draco claiming you | 2
thigh riding stepdad!draco
mob!draco punishing you | 2
dom!draco torturing you
dom!draco breeding you | 2 | 3 | 4
ceo!draco fucking your thighs | 2 | 3
master!draco fucking his filthy maid
enemy!draco claiming you as his dirty whore | 2
prof!draco taking you on his desk | 2
having a detention with classmate!draco
hate and angry sex with your rival, mob!draco
roommate!draco helping you relax
showering with rommate!draco
best friend!draco ruining your innocence
legal student!draco fucking the youngest professor
getting off sub!draco
dom!draco fucking your tits
pegging sub!draco
dom!draco making you squirt
riding sub!draco’s face
bestfriend!draco eating you out | 2
riding gamer!draco
theodore nott
theo fingering you
home alone with stepbro!theo
tom riddle
obedient pet for master!tom
first time with your boyfriend, tom
tom punishing his filthy brat
mattheo riddle
roommate!mattheo taking you on the couch
enemies with benefits with mattheo
cedric diggory
neighbor!cedric in your house
best friend!cedric
pansy parkinson
first time with dom!pansy
friends with benefits with pansy
james potter
morning soft sex with james
james breeding you full until you’re dripping
stepbro!james taking you on the kitchen counter
sirius black
sirius pumped you full with his cum
dom!sirius teasing you
remus lupin
riding prof!remus in his private room
trying to get off on dom!remus cock
wolfstar
sirius x remus using you
double breeding from your masters
poly!marauders
torturing you until you’re a crying mess
lily evans
soft dom!lily pleasuring you
getting intimate with lily
#draco malfoy#draco malfoy smut#draco malfoy x reader#draco malfoy x you#draco malfoy x y/n#draco smut#theodore nott smut#theodore nott x reader#tom riddle smut#tom riddle x reader#cedric diggory smut#pansy parkinson smut#james potter smut#sirius black smut#remus lupin smut#wolfstar smut#poly!marauders#lily evans smut#poly!marauders smut#harry potter#marauders#james potter x reader#james potter x you#sirius black x reader#sirius black x you#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin x you#poly!marauders x reader#wolfstar x reader#wolfstar x you
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Rainbow Six Siege OC Operator
Played a little too much with this game i think >w<
Codename : Misha (mean: bearcub)
Real name : Alyona Basily
Age:28
Origin: Russia
Sex:female
Organization: Spetsnaz, Rainbow
Weapon: main: double MAG-7
sub: SR-1 Vektor
Gadget: Barbed wire or Deployable shield
Position: Defender
History: Alyona was born in Yamkino, Russia not far from Moscow. Her mother name was Olga and her father Mirkov Basily, who was a mercenary. Unfortunately his marriage suffered a lot because of his unfaithful behavior (he has several bastard children with different women across Europe). When Alyona was 9, Mirkov disappeared, leaving only a shortz note and a divorce papers. The grievestricken Olga was commited suicide not long after by overdosing sleeping pills. Alyona called the hospital but they arrived too late to save her.
After this traumatic incident her paternal grandfather Borya, a retired military commander took and raised her alongside with his former protegee Alexandr “Tachanka” Senaviev. He was the one who started to call Alyona “Misha”. Together with Borya and Tachanka unconditional love and doting (and of course military training) Alyona quickly became the youngest official member of Spetsnaz at the tender age of 22. Despite being older and more responsible she still harbored deep hatred for her father, but Borya always told her he was “taken care of by others”. After one operation in Romania she was recruited to the Rainbow by Harry.
Special ability: Berserk Roam (she use both MG-7s and shooting everything what or who nearby)
Positive Traits: Strong willed and kind, tactical and analytical
Negative traits: Can be quite moody, stubborn and vengeful against traitors
Relationships in R6
Mentor/father figure: Alexandr “Tachanka” Senaviev
Best Friend: Grace “Dokkaebi” Nam
Crush/in-relationship: Olivier “Lion” Flament
Vitriolic best buds: Timur “Glaz” Glazkov, Max "Mozzie" Goose
Friendship turned sour: James "Smoke" Porter
Frememy/kinda respect: Jaimini “Kali” Kalimohan Shah
Frenemy/no respect: Gustave “Doc” Kateb
#r6#rainbow six siege#r6s tachanka#oc#original character#timur glazkov#r6 glaz#misha#r6 smoke#r6 lion#olivier flament#alexandr senaviev#r6 doc#r6 kali#r6 dokkaebi
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Light and Dark | Part 22
Summary: Your sweetheart boyfriend, James Potter, can’t seem to hide his feelings for a certain beautiful redhead - who’s not you. Meanwhile, there’s a strange Slytherin boy, Cyrille Lestrange, famed even among purebloods for his lineage and inheritance, whose silver eyes somehow seem to always find you. [Multi-Post Story] [James Potter x Reader] [Cyrille Lestrange x Reader] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Rough Sex.] [Warning: Cheating; Voyeurism.] [Warning: Prostitution.] [Warning: Dom-Sub Dynamic.] [Warning: Degradation.] [Warning: Choking.] I want to say explicitly that this is fantasy. Any harassing and/or non-consensual behavior is totally unacceptable in reality. Illegal behavior (such as prostitution) is also totally unacceptable in reality. And of course, in reality, loving someone should not translate into taking unpleasurable/unwanted pain from that person, or anyone else. *Finally, please do not repost or copy my work without my permission. Thank You!
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Chapter-Specific Note: The warning above states “Cheating.” Specifically, this chapter contains cheating on you, the Reader. (Though, it could arguably be dependent on your definition of cheating, but that’s a different conversation.) As with all warnings (including the additional warning for “Prostitution” in this very chapter), if this will upset you / is not your thing, please skip this chapter. I am posting two chapters (Chapters 22 & 23) immediately so that you can skip ahead if you need to. There is reference to things that happen in this chapter in the following chapters (including the cheating), but it’s not strictly essential plot-wise.
“And what would you require in return for your sponsorship?” Rodolphus Lestrange asked the woman standing before him. “What would secure your commitment?”
The woman, dressed in the most luxurious silk and wearing delicate lace gloves, gave a mysterious smile. Her eyes wandered around the room as she murmured, “What indeed? What would secure the commitment of one of the richest women in the world?”
Your dead husbands’ money, everyone thought, but no one dared to say it aloud, for she was none other than Alina Zabini, famously beautiful, and now, one of the richest women in the world. Finally, her eyes landed on Cyrille, who was standing at the very back of the room. His posture was impeccable, head held up high, shoulders back, but his eyes were downcast. Hm, Alina thought to herself.
Finally, she said, “Fortunately, your youngest has caught my attention. Some time spent with him might… fortify my dedication to the Dark Lord.”
Rodolphus looked over at Cyrille. Cyrille had looked up, surprised to hear his name in this discussion. But he instantly understood. Cyrille merely sighed and looked away again, his jaw now clenched in anger.
Rodolphus nodded. “Fine,” he said callously. “That can be arranged.”
* * * * * * * * * *
You snuck into the Lestrange estate, right behind Moody. Following you were Dorcas and Remus.
“All right,” Moody whispered to the three of you. “We’re in and out in eighteen minutes, got it? That fancy little spellwork I did back there tricked the defense and alarm system, but it��ll only do so for about twenty minutes, after which we will be detected, and we haven’t much of a chance of defeating the Lestranges on their own grounds.”
You pulled out your watch and checked the time. “So, we gather back here at 19:18?”
Moody nodded. Then, he said gruffly, “Right, normally, we’d partner up for safety, but because of the limit time, we’re all on our own. Good luck. Remember – we’re here for the roster, nothing more. Don’t be seen.”
Just then, a voice sounded out from nearby. “… with her sponsorship, we’ll be able to take down the Ministry, I wager.”
“Yes, but we must be careful…”
The four of you froze. The voices were coming closer.
Moody stared at all of you. Then, he whispered, “Constant vigilance. Let’s go!”
With that, the four of you all scurried off in your own directions. Your heart was thudding. Not just because of how risky the mission was, but because of where you were – the Lestrange estate. The thought that you might run into and possibly have to fight Cyrille made you so incredibly nervous. And then there was a thought that made you even more nervous than fighting Cyrille, a thought that literally made your heart stutter with anxiety, and that was the thought of telling Cyrille what had happened… what had happened that night after the two of you had made such desperate and wanting love in the boathouse, devouring each other so feverishly as to mark your love for one another on each other’s bodies for the years to come… You swallowed hard.
Actually, you weren’t supposed to be on this mission at all. But after Marlene got hurt last week in battle, and both Lily and Alice were nearing their final stages of pregnancy, there weren’t enough members for anyone to be picky about missions.
Keeping your head down and your black cloak (which had a Camouflage Charm on it) wrapped around you, you quickly made your way through the garden, taking a path that only those familiar with the garden would know about.
You knew that there was a guest bedroom that was rarely used towards the end of the hallway on the West Wing. You thought you’d creep in there and then look for the document – a roster of Death Eater targets of Ministry members.
However, as you neared the guest bedroom, you noticed that there was a dim light on. Furthermore, the window was open, though the tulle and silk curtains were still covering the window. The curtains fluttered back and forth in the thin breeze.
The light is very dim. Is someone actually in there? you wondered. I can’t just barge in if someone’s in there. I should try to hear what’s going on first, I suppose. After glancing all around you to make sure no one else was out in the gardens, you carefully stepped close enough to listen for any sounds coming from the room.
As you stepped closer, you heard a woman’s voice murmuring quite seductively, “Take off your shirt for me, won’t you? There’s a sweetheart.” A moment later, she breathed out, “Mm, you are a proper pureblood prince, aren’t you? Look at you.”
Then, an incredibly familiar voice said dully, almost murmuring, “Let’s not play around. You have me. What is it you want now?”
Your eyes widened. Barely stifling a gasp, you quickly stepped to the side of the open window and pressed your back against the wall, facing away from the room, so that you couldn’t see into the room nor could anyone inside the room see you.
“Hm…” the woman said playfully. Though you couldn’t see her, she was slowly running her hands, still covered in little lace gloves and adorned with glittering diamond rings, over Cyrille’s abs. She traced the line running down the middle with the nail of her pinky finger before she looked up at him and said clearly, “I would like to be dominated tonight. You see, all of my prior husbands, as much as I loved them, caved to me so very quickly. All I had to do was give them a look, and they’d be on their knees, fawning over me. As wonderful as that all is, I would like, for once, to experience a different kind of passion. To be roughly taken by a man.”
It was nothing more than Cyrille expected. “All right,” he said quietly.
But Alina was not quite finished with her monologue yet. Now running her hands slowly over the front of Cyrille’s pants, she told him, “You see, I’ve had almost all of the world’s experience already. When you’re young, rich, and famous, nothing is denied to you. But I have yet to be ravaged by a man. And that, my darling, is where you come into the picture.”
Your heart leapt into your throat as you caught snatches of their conversation through the open window. Oh God, please don’t let this be what I think it is.
You heard Cyrille’s voice again, inflectionless as he replied, “Fine. Tell me your safe word, then.”
She thought about it. Then, she whispered in a tantalizing voice, “Pureblood.” Arching her eyebrow at him, her red lips quirked up into a most pleased smile as she murmured, “Don’t you think it’s perfect?”
“Fine,” Cyrille said again. He looked down at her, for he was standing at the end of the bed, and she was sitting at the edge of the mattress, looking back up at him through her thick lashes as she ran her hands over him. Her hands slipped up onto his lower stomach before sliding downwards, just starting to slip underneath the waistband of his pants.
Cyrille suddenly snatched her hands by her wrists and threw them back, away from him. Then, he roughly pushed her back on the bed, hard enough that she fell back completely.
Alina stared up at him, wide-eyed at how suddenly Cyrille had turned into such an aggressive man.
“You asked for dominant,” Cyrille reminded her. “And if you want this experience to stand out, I’ll give it to you hard.”
At this, Alina smiled again. “Perfect,” she purred. “I’m glad to hear that you understand. It would have been a pity if you didn’t, as you’re a very expensive toy.”
“Shut up and listen to me,” Cyrille snapped at her. “From now on, you’ll do exactly as I say.”
“Anything,” she promised, already being lured in by Cyrille’s overwhelming charisma. She knew what it was – she had it herself, the ability to change to fit any lover, and she saw it in Cyrille. What was more, she willingly gave herself to it, relieved that, for once, she was the one receiving and not giving, as she had always been to her prior seven husbands.
“Touch yourself. Make yourself wet,” Cyrille told her coldly. “As you do, I’ll tell you my rules. They’re simple rules. After I tell you these rules, you’re going to take my cock. So, if you’re not wet by the time I’m done, that’s on you.”
Alina’s eyes widened. Then, pulling up the long skirt of her silk dress, she reached into her lace panties and furiously began to touch herself. Cyrille saw that she was wearing a complete garter set of white lace. She had a very pretty pussy, and as she pressed her fingers against herself, her little lace gloves and diamond rings pushing needily against her pretty cunt made for quite a sight.
Cyrille reached into his own pants and began to stroke himself as he continued his little lecture. “You’ll call me ‘sir.’ If I ask something, you answer out loud, even if I’m covering your mouth. If I can’t hear you, it’s your fault. You cum when – and only when – I say so. And of course, use your safeword if you can’t handle it. But, if you use your safeword, you’ll have paid for nothing.”
Cyrille reached up and licked his long fingers before reaching back down, now pumping his cock in his hand. He looked over at Alina and asked her, “Do you understand me?”
Alina merely smirked up at the young man. “You really are just as they say, you know.”
Cyrille lifted his eyebrow at her, unamused.
“All work, no play,” Alina said. “That was how Cella Thorne described you, and I see now that she was right.” She started to laugh when Cyrille reached down and grasped her by the neck, though he was careful not to apply too much pressure just yet. He did squeeze, however, with his long fingers flexed around her neck. Then, kneeling down and leaning forward, Cyrille whispered harshly in her ear, “You’ve already disobeyed me. You’re supposed to say ‘yes, sir.’”
“Y-Yes, sir,” she gasped, startled. She struggled a little against his grasp.
Cyrille choked her harder now. “Again.”
“…Y-Yes, s-sir,” she gasped out. Her hands flew up to his wrist and tugged, for she felt that she couldn’t breathe. “Uhn…”
Cyrille let go of her. She collapsed back on the bed, eyes wide and pussy very, very wet. She’d never had a man treat her this way, and she found it absolutely enthralling.
But before she could ponder it any further, Cyrille impatiently grabbed her arm and yanked her up from the bed.
“You don’t deserve the bed yet,” he told her, and he cruelly slammed her down against the small table in the guest room. The pitcher of water and bowl of fruit, laid out on top of the table for a guest, went tumbling onto the floor. Water splashed everywhere. Alina gasped when she felt the cold water splatter against her shins. Then, she gasped again as her hips and upper thighs slammed into the edge of the table. She was promptly folded and bent over the table, so that her breasts were pushed up against the tabletop, as was her face.
Cyrille reached down and with one hard yank with both his hands, he ripped open the front of her dress quite cleanly.
Alina shrieked, “This is an expensive dress!”
Cyrille muttered ironically, “Is it as expensive as me?”
As the ripped silk was suddenly tugged out from underneath her, Alina shivered, as she found her bare breasts pressed down against a very cold and unforgivingly hard marble tabletop.
She instinctively started to push herself up, coiling from the cold marble, when Cyrille hissed at her, “Don’t you dare get up. If you get up now, I will fuck your mouth until you can’t see through your tears.”
Alina swallowed hard and slowly laid back down.
“That’s a good girl,” Cyrille murmured. He stepped forward and pinned her hips down with his, keeping her against the table. He leaned over and while quickly pushing up the back of her dress and ripping her lace panties off of her carelessly, he murmured in her ear threateningly, “You don’t get to run away. You’ll take me. It’s what you asked for, isn’t it?”
With that, he suddenly rammed his cock inside her.
“Uhn! F-Fuck!” Alina screamed out loudly. “Ow! Fuck, that hurts!” Her thighs shivered deliciously, with her white lace garters shivering around her thighs and the garter straps stretched tight over her plush, thick ass.
“If it hurts, use your safe word,” he replied shortly. He paused, waiting to see if she would.
Still standing outside of the window, you jolted, shocked at how desperate her scream was. Your hands were twisting at the hem of your cloak in pent-up frustration and hurt. You couldn’t believe what you were overhearing.
But having grown up with Cyrille, you had already put two and two together. You remembered what you had overheard in the garden just before the four of you broke. You’d heard about a woman sponsoring the Death Eaters and enabling them to go about Ministry of Magic targets. This woman, you guessed, was the sponsor. You couldn’t tell who she was, or what she looked like, but from the sounds of it, it was so painfully obvious that what she had asked for in exchange for this sponsorship was none other than Cyrille.
You swallowed hard. But he’s mine, you thought, hurt, even though you knew this didn’t mean anything to Cyrille, that she was simply a “client” as many others must have been before her. Still, a part of you wanted to jump inside the room, grab Cyrille’s hand, and take him far, far away.
Alina hadn’t used her safeword. So, Cyrille kept her pressed down underneath him as he forced his cock all the way inside of her.
“I-I’m tight, aren’t I?” she asked him, trying to retain at least a little of her usual alluring demeanor. “Don’t you feel my pussy wrapping all around your cock? You know, you’re the first man who I’m letting fuck me before marriage.”
“An honor,” Cyrille said dryly, barely keeping from rolling his eyes. He pulled out of her just a little, only to thrust rough and hard inside of her. “I don’t care how tight you are, you just need to take me,” he told her. Growling, he repeated, “Fucking take me” as he pushed himself all the way inside of her again. When he was balls-deep inside of her, he bent over her slightly and putting his hands on either side of her on the by gripping the edges of the table, he pressed himself into her harder, truly making her take every inch of his cock.
“Oh – Oh my God,” she whispered pathetically, and then she shivered all over. A moment later, she breathed out, “Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Make me cum. Please.”
Cyrille wasted no time in setting a hard, rough rhythm in fucking her cunt. He growled lowly as he immediately set to pounding inside of her. A harsh grating sound rang out as Cyrille drove his cock into Alina hard enough to force the table forward centimeter by centimeter, until Alina’s head was up against the wall. Alina tried to lift her head, but Cyrille harshly pushed her head back down. Alina then tried to lift her leg up to put her knee of the table, which would open up her pussy just a bit more, but Cyrille growled and pushed her leg back down. “You keep those legs together. I want your little hole tight for me,” he growled at her.
Alina whimpered. She was burning between her thighs. She couldn’t think straight. She tried to moan as she usually did – seductively and womanly, but instead, all that came out of her mouth was a loud wailing. “Uhnnn! Uh, Uh, Uh – Fuck! Fuck me!” she cried out loudly. She was pressing her palms against the table for all she was worth. Unfortunately, the marble tabletop was slippery, and what was more, the lace gloves she had on were not helping her at all to hold on. Furthermore, the water that had spilled onto the floor from the water jug was making her feet slip forward as she was positively pounded into. She nearly slipped as she tried to find her footing, which was impossible with how hard her body was being ravaged, with the back of her thighs being slammed into, and her pussy taking a very, very rough pounding.
Cyrille impatiently pushed her back up, now pinning her down against the table hard enough that the table edge left a red mark on her stomach the following day. Alina gasped and her hands flew out and hit the wall just above the table with a loud thud. Then, hard slapping sounds sounded out between them, even though they had only just started fucking. Alina had a gorgeous, thick ass, that was very shapely and womanly, and it bounced with every thrust that Cyrille gave her, making quite lewd sounds ring out almost immediately. Her hands were starting to slide down the wall and her head bowed forward as she felt her body being absolutely dominated.
“I can’t s-stay up. Hold me,” Alina whimpered to Cyrille, as she reached back with one arm towards him. Cyrille instinctively responded, reaching out and grasping her toned upper arm, right below her shoulder, and he yanked her back rhythmically, so that she was pushing back and sitting on him as he fucked his cock into her.
“Uhnnn,” Alina moaned loudly, panting desperately. “You’re taking me so hard…” She stared back at him with wide eyes, shocked at how rough and punishing this young man could be. Her mouth fell open and she stared at him dumbly as Cyrille fucked her pussy hard and deep.
“You can go tell Cella Thorne all about it when we’re done,” Cyrille hissed softly at her. “How it took me all of one minute to fuck you until you couldn’t stand.”
Alina blinked, taken aback. Then, her eyes shut and her mouth opened in a large “O” shape as she moaned wantonly as Cyrille slammed himself into her hard enough to make pain spurt up along with the pleasure, deep inside of her body. “Oh! Fuck!” she cried out. “F-Fuck, mmm, fuck!”
Cyrille’s hand slipped off of her arm. Now, he was nearly lifting her off her feet as he had grasped her hips in his large hands and was rocking her back and forth in rough, hard yanks at her body, making her fuck herself hard on his cock.
Alina was already trembling all over. Cyrille could feel her quivering underneath him, and internally, he let out a sigh of relief. All right, I can make her cum fast, he thought. Because Cyrille had only one mission – to make her cum as quickly as possible and to get the hell out of here. Cyrille also knew, however, as experience had taught him, exactly what she was looking for – She wanted him to cave. She’d made that remark about him being “all work, no play” and Cyrille was certain that a woman of her level of riches and status and beauty would want to feel herself be the “first woman” to make him cave. So, he knew that he’d have to put on a bit of a show for her to satisfy her. Internally, he sighed. Alina was a gorgeous woman, there was no doubt about it. After all, this was the woman was had managed to marry seven of the wealthiest men in society. But Cyrille didn’t care. He didn’t care for her, or for this situation, whatsoever. He just wanted… you. He wanted his angel.
Cyrille shut his eyes tightly. Thinking of Angel, he let himself moan a little.
“Oh, Lestrange,” Alina breathed out, thinking it was for her. “Does m-my pussy feel that good? For you to l-lose restraint like this? S-so quickly…”
Alina’s voice broke Cyrille’s imagining you. “Shut up,” he growled at her. His hand inched towards the back of her neck, wanting to choke her.
But then, Alina begged, “Spank me. Please, spank me! I’ll cum if you spank me!”
Cyrille paused for just a moment.
Outside of the window, you still had your back pressed against the wall. At hearing her request, you froze, eyes wide, as your mind flashed back to a memory from dear Hogwarts, back when you and Cyrille had given yourselves to each other one last time, in the boathouse in the dead of night and all through the night, before graduation.
“You can’t forget that you’re mine,” you told him softly. “You can’t let anyone else be with you this way. No one else gets to make you cum like I do. Only me. Only I get you this way. You can only cum in me. Please. Promise me.”
“Angel, of course,” Cyrille whispered adoringly.
“I mean it, Cy,” you told him, a bit embarrassed to be so demanding, but meaning it all the same. “Only I get to be fucked and spanked by you.”
“I promise you, princess,” Cyrille said sincerely. “I’m yours. I thought that was obvious. And yes, I’ll only cum in you.”
Cyrille’s cold voice suddenly interrupted your memory. “You don’t decide what I do to you. Get on the bed. Now.”
You heard the woman scrambling onto the bed, eager to please Cyrille. When he joined her on the bed, she was all fours. Turning her head over her shoulder to look back at him, she told him, “Kiss me.”
But he refused her, saying, instead “Lie back. Now. Spread your thighs. Show me your pussy.”
In fact, Cyrille had not given her a single kiss, not once, through all of this intense fucking. You were more than a little taken aback by his utter harshness, for he’d always given you as many kisses as you wanted, not just interspersing your rounds of fucking with sweet kisses, but treating you to long, romantic, and passionate kisses both before and after sex. But there was none of that here. You found yourself wondering if he took his time with you because he loved you, as you loved him. I hope so, you thought, even though right now, that love was making you utterly miserable as you had to hear him be with another woman.
Alina put her face down on the sheets, but she stayed on her knees, lifting her gorgeous, thick ass in the air for Cyrille, Reaching back, she opened herself up for Cyrille with her hands, still in those delicate lace gloves, gripping her ass and spreading herself apart to make herself look inviting to Cyrille. Cyrille positioned himself behind her.
A moment later, you heard Cyrille grunt and thrust, forcing a sharp gasp out of the woman. You took a deep, shuddering breath. Your hands were shaking. The sun was setting on the gardens now, and the light inside the room seemed brighter. You knew that if you were to peek inside, you might be able to make out silhouettes on the curtains. But you didn’t want to look. Just the sounds alone were slowly breaking your heart. Even now, you heard the woman’s deep, passionate moans transform into breathy little pleas.
“Harder, harder,” she whimpered. “I’m w-wet now. Oh, I’m so wet. Fuck my pussy. Just like that!”
As she was fucked mindless, her hands slipped off of her ass, and her knees slipped wider and wider apart on bed, so that she was falling lower and lower onto the bed.
Cyrille reached under her and grasping her thighs in his large hands, he impatiently pushed her back up as he ordered her, “Get up. Now.”
Trembling, Alina managed to get herself back up on all fours, with her knees close together again to keep herself high enough to take a good fucking from Cyrille. This time, Cyrille spread her pretty little ass open before pushing himself back inside her. He fucked her pussy roughly, watching her ass bounce against him as he violated her little hole over and over again.
“Oh my God,” Alina whispered tightly, and her head dropped forward. “U-Uhn, G-God, s-so h-hard...” She couldn’t even get any words out properly, she was stuttering so much because of how roughly Cyrille was slamming his cock into her. He groaned a little as he felt himself rutting into her fast and hard.
Only a minute later, Alina was screaming again, crying out, “Yes, yes, yes, ye -!” Her voice cut off. A high-pitched whimper rang out in the room.
Immediately, you heard Cyrille growl in displeasure. “You fucking disobedient slut,” he snarled at her. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and yanked her over, forcing her to fall back on her bed. “I told you you could only cum with my permission.”
“B-But I f-forgot,” she whined, looking up at him with her legs folded up on either side of her and her thighs and pussy quivering as she was still finishing cumming. “Uhn, you – you were fucking me so hard. I needed to cum. J-Just look at my little pussy, all q-quivering from your c-cock. Because you were pounding me, e-enjoying me. It’s y-your fault, not mi -”
She was cut off as Cyrille slapped her in the face before gripping her chin hard in his hand. “My fault?” he hissed at her.
“No,” she backtracked quickly. “No, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Are you sorry?” Cyrille asked her demandingly.
She nodded.
“Out loud,” he snarled. He slapped her wet pussy hard, leaving her red and stinging.
“Y-Yes, sir,” she whimpered. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Fine,” Cyrille said icily. “I’ll give you one more chance.”
“Yes, sir!” she replied excitedly, spreading open her thighs for Cyrille at once.
Cyrille kneeled down on the bed and positioning himself between her legs, he suddenly yanked her to him, pulling her thighs up on top of his until her pussy lips were flush against his cock. She shivered all over in anticipation of being roughly taken again.
But Cyrille wasn’t going to fuck her just yet. Instead, he leaned back and grabbed his belt, as it was hanging off the edge of the bed. Then, he reached down and tied it down around Alina’s pretty neck and tightened it.
“Oh...” she breathed out. “Sir...”
“You’re enjoying this quite a bit,” Cyrille realized, as he felt her pussy already throbbing and gushing even though she was only pressed up against the length of his cock right now, without him being inside her.
“I am,” she agreed, panting a little when Cyrille gave the makeshift leash a little tug to check that it was firmly around her neck. “As it turns out, your young, fit body is quite suitable for fucking.”
“And you’re so moody,” she told him, and laughed lightly. “It’s adorable, but it turns into quite a different atmosphere when we’re like this.”
“When we’re like what? When I’m fucking you?” Cyrille said crudely, wrapping the other end of the belt around his hand.
“Yes,” she said, totally unashamed. “Exactly - uhn!”
Her voice was cut off suddenly as Cyrille gave a little yank on the belt. For a moment, Alina’s head came up off the pillow. "Uhnnn,” she moaned a little more as her neck was pulled forward. Her head fell back a little, and her chest and breasts came up as she arched her back a little before Cyrille. Cyrille reached down and slowly ran his hand possessively from her throat down between her breasts, down her stomach, and then down between her thighs, as she was still pressed up against him with her thighs split open for him. Cyrille pushed his thumb against her clit for a moment and rubbed her, making sure she was wet.
Feeling his thumb on her pussy, Alina looked up at Cyrille and fluttering her eyelashes ever so slightly, she whispered to him, while reaching up to run her hands up and down his arms as far as she could reach, “You know, I find you rather charming. You have the gift that I have – the gift of reading and pleasing people. I’m not stupid – I know you’re not really like this and that you’re putting on a show. See, I’ve done that too, my whole life. I think you’ll find that we can understand each other quite well, not just sexually. So, how about after this you come with me, and you spend some more time with me? I can pay you handsomely, if that’s what you want. And of course, you can make love to me whenever you want - if you extend me the same opportunity.”
Cyrille paused, recognizing that he was in dangerous territory. To refuse her too obviously was to risk her wrath, and by extension, the wrath of Rodolphus, Rabastan, and Bellatrix, if not the Dark Lord himself. To give any indication of affirmation, though, was likewise foolish, as Cyrille could tell that here was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted, knew how to get people to commit to giving her what she wanted, and then used any means possible to enchant people into following through on their promises.
You waited outside with bated breath, knowing that Cyrille would refuse her, but there was still that tiny, tiny part of your brain that doubted and wondered and feared he would take her up on her offer.
However, avoiding the minefield altogether, Cyrille simply guided his cock to her cunt, and then, grasping her left hip tightly with his left hand, and grasping the leash hard for his right hand, he took her again, pushing his hard cock back into her tight cunt.
Alina moaned long and loud. Her hips quivered, then rolled sensually, as she grinded on Cyrille’s cock. Reaching up, she touched her breasts for Cyrille, giving him a bit of a show to look at as he fucked her.
Cyrille had to admit that Alina Zabini was gorgeous. Many girls would kill to have the womanly aspects of her body – her wide hips, large tits, shapely ass, and beautiful hourglass shape; and many women would kill to have the still girlish features of her figure – her slim thighs, her delicate waist, and pretty, pert lips. Plus, her dark skin was so beautiful, all smooth and creamy in texture and color, and especially stunning because it was sensually paired with her long raven-black hair, and her thick, fluttering eyelashes. There was something about her legs, too, that was stunning. Perhaps it was how fine and toned her calves were, or how slender and inviting her thighs looked, or just the sultry way in which she walked, strutted, swaying her hips and crossing her long legs. It was hard to say exactly what about her it was that was so incredibly enticing, but it was impossible to deny her overwhelming charm and appeal.
Alina also glowed and glittered with all of the signs of someone who was well taken care of, not only in the tightness and svelteness of her own body, but also in how she dressed and adorned herself. On her chest, there bounced a necklace made completely out of gold and diamonds, given to her by her previous husband, and on her ears, there were long dangling earrings of silver and emeralds, a gift from her husband before that. Those jewels were worth a fortune, probably worth more money than most people would ever see in their entire lives. It wasn’t simply what she wore, either, but how she wore it. She glowed with confidence and charisma - the charisma, Cyrille had, but not the confidence, and to be honest, he envied and admired her for it.
And there was this fragrant musk to her, something sultry but also sweet, and though Cyrille didn’t know it, it was magically enchanted perfume, splashed through with the Love Potion, Amortentia, to act as a trigger for sexual hormones. It was a perfume specifically made for her, and only her, and it wafted over Cyrille as he thrust into her again.
Yes, Cyrille thought, she was the kind of woman that truly, no man or woman would say no to. In an incredible way, she fit all ideal types in some way or another, so that men and women, young or old, or those who preferred their lovers to be of a certain shape or who dressed a particular style or who held themselves up a distinct manner, etc., etc. would all find her flawless, and find many things to love about her. It was how she managed to marry husband after husband. It wasn’t like her husbands were ignorant or that she hid the fact that she had prior husbands - not at all. Rather, she somehow always managed to reach the man before her, make him feel wanted, make him feel like a man, and make him realize that only she could give that majestic feeling to him, until it didn’t matter that she had been previously married, once, twice, or even a hundred times. The man in front of her wanted her more than anything, and thus simply married her. That was the incredible appeal she had and naturally, some of it was tied to her aura and her svelte, yet incredibly shapely body, which Cyrille was experiencing for himself now.
Cyrille also realized that though he was clearly the one giving, it was impossible to deny that Alina was good at sex, mixing foreplay with fucking all of the time. She rolled her hips back at him in just the right way, pushing back just as he bottomed out, so that she made sure he was inside of her all the way and fucking her good and hard. She knew how to spread her legs and touch herself while sensually looking into a man’s eyes. And she knew how to give him that sultry look to keep him going, to have him rut up inside of her and push her closer and closer to climax. Cyrille recognized and even appreciated all of this now. But he just didn’t care. She was not who he wanted. That was the end of the story for him. He had been with too many women and men to care to feel remotely any novelty in this situation at this point, no matter how beautiful his patron was.
Still, Cyrille diligently fucked her good and hard, holding onto the leash hard enough that he inadvertently tugged at it each time he thrust, and Alina’s body arched and buckled in all the right ways for him as she was fucked. Alina’s eyes rolled back in her head. She was gasping as her pussy was weeping with pleasure. In a matter of minutes, her thighs turned bright crimson from being slammed into. Alina loved it, wanting more and more of him inside her, especially as she got wetter and wetter. Putting her hands just under her knees, she kept lifting her legs higher and higher in the air, as she tried to make more room for him so that he could fuck her deeper. Eventually, Cyrille held up her legs for her by letting her drape her legs over his arms, folding at the knees, and then her long legs jerked in the air, almost flopping up and down, as Cyrille rammed his cock into her quite roughly, making her take his entire length over and over again.
“Oh, God, you fuck me so g-good,” Alina whimpered needily. her voice breaking as Cyrille yanked at the leash a little, “You f-fuck like an animal. Uhn, I love it. I want you to use my pussy and cum in it.”
“It would have made my husbands s-so jealous,” she whispered to him, confessing. “I never used to let them c-cum in me, you know... To let a lover do it on the f-first night, oh God, they would h-have gone mad with jealously... Mmm, just the thought of it makes me so tight. Oh, please, sir, g-give it to me... I want it. Your c-cum.”
She looked up at him alluringly, her dark brown, almond-shaped eyes sparkling under her thick black lashes. She whispered breathlessly, “Cum in m-me. Fill my little pussy with y-you. Let me have it. Please, sir.”
Cyrille looked away from her. He was having the effect he wanted on her, but he knew he was not going to cum in her, no matter what. Because he’d promised angel that he wouldn’t cum in anyone but her, and he wanted to keep his promise to her, not only because he wanted to keep his promise to her, but because he only wanted to cum in her. If he hadn’t met angel when he was younger, if he hadn’t fallen in love with her at such an impressionable age, Cyrille really might have fallen for Alina, might have felt lucky to be able to fuck such a beautiful woman tonight, and might have accepted her invitation to be with her going forward. But because of his experiences with you and because of his feelings for you, Cyrille wasn’t drawn in by any of these superficial promises. He knew that what he had with you was something real, and he was determined to protect it. What he didn’t know, however, was that you were standing just outside the window.
You had still kept your self-restraint and decided not to look, but you couldn’t seem to tear yourself from the window as you overheard the sounds of rough, frantic fucking, punctuated by the woman’s high-pitched whimpers and sultry moans or by your boyfriend’s low growls and groans. You stared up at the sky, wide-eyed and feeling terribly, terribly numb.
Oh, Cy, you thought to yourself. I know you don’t want to be in this situation either, but this is too much. You’re supposed to be mine. You’re supposed to be with me. You don’t even know, do you? How I searched for you when I found out that – Without any warning, you suddenly let out a choked sob. Shocked at yourself, you quickly clapped your hand over your mouth.
Fortunately, Alina had chosen that moment to repeat, “Cum in me! Cum in this tight, waiting pussy. Please! I’ll take it all. I won’t waste one drop, I promise you. P-Please…”
Cyrille said nothing to what was meant to be an irresistible invite. Wanting him to respond and not understanding why he wouldn’t just say yes, Alina impatiently pulled Cyrille down and put her hands possessively on his back and neck. She dug her nails into his shoulders, making Cyrille hiss as little red crescents appeared on his back, as she tried to have him kiss her, but Cyrille turned his head away, though he kept pounding into her, wanting to make her cum quickly and trying to disguise his rejection of her.
Alina then tried to kiss him, at which point Cyrille finally let go of the leash and instead, he lifted himself up while keeping her pinned down against the bed to avoid her. She began to protest, but just then, Cyrille grasped her ankles and yanking her legs up, he pushed her roughly into a demeaning position, with her legs all the way up over her head, so that all Cyrille could see when he looked down was her little hole, flushed bright red and throbbing already.
“Offering yourself to be fucked like this…” Cyrille let out a disapproving tsk. “When I’m not even your husband. Shouldn’t you be ashamed?” He played off of what she had told him before, that he was supposedly the first man who she fucked without marrying. Regardless of whether that was true or not (and Cyrille did not care to know), Cyrille had realized that her telling him that was an indicator that she got off on that, and he now used that fact to his advantage, to make her feel wanted, even though he just rejected her invitations to spend more time with her, to cum in her, and even to kiss her.
He tried to cover up for himself by saying things he knew would turn her on. He ran his hands over her pussy, teasing her, as he said, in mock grimness, “If your husbands saw you in this manner, being taken by some random lover, in the guest room of another’s estate, what would they say? If they knew you were offering their fortunes and wearing the jewels they bought you, only to please another man, don’t you think they would fuck you just as hard as I’m fucking you now? I don’t think they’d wait on you hand and foot anymore, I think they’d do what I’m doing, and just treat you as a wet little hole, waiting to be fucked. Nothing more.”
“Yes, yes!” Alina cried out loud, playing into it. “I’m just a hole, a hole for you to use, a hole for you to fill with your cock. Oh, take me how you please. Just fuck me, fuck me now!”
Cyrille sighed. But he acquiesced. Holding her thighs down over her head with one hand, he fell to his knees, positioning the tip of his cock right at her pussy hole. Then, reaching out, Cyrille gripped the top of the headboard with one hand, and then, he thrust hard inside of Alina.
“Uhn!” she groaned. “Fuck, that feels so good! Yes! Pound me! Pound my little pussy! Take it as yours!” Her voice became higher and higher, as her need to be pounded by Cyrille grew and grew. No longer did she see him as a funny young man, who was “all work, no play,” for if this is what “all work, no play” meant, she wanted him to work her all night. She loved the way he talked about her prior husbands, humiliating them through words by humiliating her, because, while they had all been loving husbands and she knew that she had used them, they had also all used her, objectified her, until she was more an image of beauty than anything remotely human, remotely feeling, remotely woman. But Cyrille was different. By giving her what she wanted, by performing the role she had always performed for others but never had anyone play for her, Alina finally felt like herself a little bit more, finally felt like she, too, was a woman, who was allowed to be passionate, and not just so “perfect” all the time. Yes, all of the other men she’d been with before had worshipped her and waited on her hand and foot. And there was nothing wrong with that, but even when she asked for something different and tried to make her needs known, no one ever listened, no one ever cared. So, Cyrille’s domination of her, just as she had asked for, was making her feel so intensely. Naturally, releasing all of this emotional baggage within herself, she found it so easy and natural to moan for Cyrille and let him take her little hole and pound it, pound it for his pleasure, which was also hers. Her cunt was absolutely soaking now from taking such a relentless pounding, and Alina loved it.
Clutching onto the headboard tight with his left hand, Cyrille snapped his hips forward hard and fast, fucking Alina as she’d never been fucked before.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh, God!” Her cries ripped through the room. Her own cum was now dripping down onto her breasts, because of the position Cyrille had folded her up into, and because of how hard Cyrille was fucking her. His balls slapped against her, and his cock rutting into her pussy repeatedly was making her cum spread everywhere. She was so incredibly wet. Cyrille grimaced a little bit, but he continued to drive his cock into her. His right hand, too, slipped from her thighs up and he fingered her asshole as he fucked her.
The bed was creaking quite loudly, and the rough fucking motion made the pillows slowly fall off the sides of the bed. Alina moaned loudly underneath him. “Fuck my ass!” she cried out. “Please, put your cock in my ass!”
Cyrille didn’t wish to do that. But, reaching up, he licked his fingers before inserting his forefinger inside of her asshole to give her the sensation she wanted.
“Oh, God,” Alina groaned. “Mmm…”
Cyrille slowly worked his finger inside of her asshole. Then, he finger fucked her as he fucked her pussy with his cock.
Alina was letting out a stream of endless moans, just moaning and moaning. She’d completely blanked out. Her pussy had never hurt so badly, but it hurt so good, pounding right into the deepest core of her pussy, making her shiver, and that tension kept rising inside of her as Cyrille’s hard cock slammed inside of her repeatedly.
“Look,” he growled down at her. “Turn your head. Look at the mirror.”
Alina, trembling all over, barely managed to turn her head. She did, in fact, see a mirror on the wall parallel to the bed, which meant that she had a full view of herself, folded over completely on the bed, ass up, offering herself like a slut to Cyrille, whose long and elegant body was curved up possessively over hers, and who was holding onto the headboard with one hand as he brutally fucked her in her pussy. Cum was already dripping down her thighs, glistening in the late evening sunlight coming in through the window. Her diamonds, too, flashed on her chest, appearing and disappearing, as Cyrille repeatedly thrust inside her, pushing her legs down hard enough to cover her chest, then pulling back, when her legs would spring up slightly again, only to be pushed back down by his forceful thrust. The boy certainly has hips, and he certainly knows how to use them, Alina thought, watching Cyrille snap his hips forward to give her his cock. And the result was that the friction he created in her pussy was just beautiful, absolutely perfect, and pushing her to cum for her young lover.
“Are you watching yourself?” Cyrille asked her, panting a little as he kept pushing his cock deep inside her. “You like seeing yourself get fucked?”
“Y-Yes, sir,” Alina moaned. “Ah, yes, I love it s-so much. S-Seeing myself get p-pounded by you, sir - uhn, fuck!”
“You like my cock in your pussy?”
“Yes!” Alina was nearly weeping.
“Yes, sir,” Cyrille growled at her.
“Y-Yes, s-sir,” Alina sobbed loudly. “I’m s-sorry, sir!”
“And keep your fucking eyes open!” Cyrille snapped at her, seeing her starting to fade into complete ecstasy and unconsciously fluttering her eyes shut. “You have to watch yourself get fucked by me. I want you to see yourself get ruined by your lover tonight. Watch yourself taking cock like the good little slut that you are for me.”
“Oh G-God... Sir, p-please,” Alina whimpered, her pussy clenching hard at Cyrille’s words. She could not be more turned on by him.
Forcing her eyes open, she looked once more at herself in the mirror, and just as Cyrille said, she saw herself getting ruined by him, and it was beautiful to her. Alina thought she looked like a perfect little doll, dressed in the world’s most expensive jewels, as she was being fucked like a whore, and she loved it. She loved seeing herself this way - loved seeing the way her creamy thighs were turning crimson from slapping against her lover’s thighs, loved seeing her delicate lace gloves grip onto the silk sheets on either side of her for all she was worth, loved to see her pussy lips gripping onto the young man’s cock as he pulled back after every thrust, making him groan, and loved seeing her toned and womanly body being fucked hard into the mattress over and over again. It was such a release for her. She wondered what society would say if they saw her - Alina Zabini, the most prim and proper and expensive-looking woman in the world, like this, flipped up and having her pussy devoured by young, hard cock thrusting unforgivingly inside of her and forcing out all kinds of lewd sounds from her mouth and pussy, more lewd than all the other ladies in society could ever imagine. The makeshift collar on her neck, made from another man’s belt and not even a proper collar, and tightened around her neck enough to leave red notches against her throat, was proof of her secret fantasies.
“That’s what your husbands would see,” he told her crudely, knowing it would turn her on even more. “You being used like a fucking slut for me. Legs over your head, pussy all red and weeping. A little cumslut for me, huh? Uhn, fuck, you’re such a bad girl, aren’t you?”
“B-Bad girl,” Alina mumbled out, nodding. “Bad girl f-for you, sir, y-yes...” Yes, that thought turned her on so much - to be a bad girl to her husbands, to let them see that she wasn’t always the picture-perfect wife... Mmm, she thought, fuck, yes, that’s what I am with Cyrille. A very, very bad girl...
“Yes, sir,” she moaned, so turned on by the thought of it. “T-They never f-fucked me like this - uhn! They were j-just pleased if I let them e-eat out my pussy. They c-could never imagine having m-me like this, using me like I’m a s-slut - uhn, uhhhh, uhn!”
The sight of her being fucked like that and the thought of her being bad was so sensual to Alina that it made her want it even more, want Cyrille to fuck her even harder. And she asked for it unashamedly, moaning, “Oh, please, fuck me harder!”
Cyrille gritted his teeth, his jawline coming out sharp and clear, as were his abs as he worked his body to please Alina. And she felt it, and she loved to receive it.
“Mmm, fuck,” she growled, “your cock feels so good in me!”
“You were hungry for cock, weren’t you?” Cyrille taunted her. “You wanted nothing more than to take a hard pounding. You wanted to be put in your place - It’s what you craved. None of your husbands dared to do it, but it’s what you secretly wanted - to be taken like this, isn’t it?”
“Y-yes, feels so g-good, ah!” she cried out, her lacy white garters shivering deliciously on her pretty thighs. “Oh God, keep going! Keep fucking me! Ah, yes, I’m getting s-so close!”
Alina squeezed her eyes shut. It was such a strange feeling to have her head uncomfortably wedged between the bed and headframe like this, while her legs were neatly folded over so that Cyrille could pound into her little pussy – and oh God, his finger was delving in and out of her tight little asshole while his cock kept on slamming into her poor little pussy. He was absolutely merciless in fucking her, and it made her entire body heat up for him. “Oh, fuck!” she finally whimpered. “I need to – I’m gonna – cum! Ah! Sir!”
“Shut up. Shut up and cum,” Cyrille ordered her. “Fucking cum.”
Yes, please, he thought wearily. Cum now.
He shoved another finger into her ass, stretching her out more. Alina gasped and choked out another moan. Her hips trembled intensely in the air.
Then, with a soft “uhn,” her back caved in gently, folding over even more, offering herself to Cyrille even more. Cyrille couldn’t even see her face anymore; all he could see her was her ass and pussy in the air. Cyrille slapped her pussy hard again, and it triggered something in Alina.
“Daddy!” she cried out loudly, her voice wrenching through the air. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” She was sobbing, with tears streaming down her cheeks. “Oh, Daddy! I’m gonna cum!” As she cried out in a choked, little voice that she had never heard herself use before, she squirted hard, spraying her cum everywhere.
Cyrille immediately leaned back, avoiding her cum. But as she finally finished cumming, Cyrille found the end of her belt leash again and yanked it forward, effectively pulling her clean off the bed.
Alina gasped loudly as she jolted forward, straight off the mattress. The sides of her neck burned from where the leather chaffed hard at her soft skin. But Cyrille did catch her. With one arm around her waist, he led her over to the mirror.
“Look at how fucking ruined you are,” he whispered in her ear. “You were used today, used for pleasure, used as my little slut, and here’s the evidence.”
Alina looked. Her makeup was smeared, and her thighs were quivering, and her white lace garters were drenched with cum. Her hair was messy and her cheeks were red - one was redder than the other from when Cyrille had slapped her, and her neck was starting to show signs of becoming red, too. Alina spotted her dress, too, ripped open and lying in a mess of silk a few feet behind her, sitting in a puddle of spilled water. She breathed out softly. My image is totally smashed. And yet, he’s still here with me. I could really love him. He’s so wonderful at making love, and at making me feel free... I even squirted for him. If he even knew how rare that way, how I never did that for any of my husbands... Mmm, I want him. I want this young man as mine.
Alina turned away from the mirror and she tried to hug Cyrille, tried to push herself against his side and bury her head against his chest as she murmured pitifully and yet enticingly, “Daddy...”
Cyrille backed away at once, dropping the end of his belt. As he moved away from her, Cyrille muttered coldly, “Hardly. I’m far younger than you.”
“Daddy!” she cried out again, ignoring his remark. “It’s your turn. Cum in me now. Give it to me. Please, my pussy needs your cum!”
“No. You’ve cummed twice,” Cyrille said unfeelingly. “That should be enough to ‘secure your commitment.’”
“N-No! Wait! Stay with me.” Alina scrambled towards Cyrille again, trying to coax him to stay with her longer.
Cyrille pulled up his pants and buckled them. Then, he grabbed his shirt and pulled that on, too.
“Oh, don’t go yet. That was so much fun,” Alina whined. “Fine, I won’t call you Daddy. But what about my offer? You haven’t cum in me yet, you know. Don’t you want to cum in my pussy? I promise I won’t do the spells right away. I’ll let you see the creampie, and I can even give you a little show. Dance for you a little and all that jazz.” She tried to hug Cyrille, pressing her breasts up against him, for she had an incredibly stunning figure, and she knew it. “Please,” she said to him, putting her hand on his face, “you’re an incredible person, and I want you with me. Give me a chance. I can teach you things, make you happy, make you feel like a man...”
Cyrille reached around her neck, and for a moment, Alina thought Cyrille would acquiesce to her, but he merely retrieved his belt from her neck before he quickly pulled away again. “No, thank you,” he said, as neutrally as he could manage, while he slung his belt over his shoulder. “You can go home if you wish, or if you wish to stay here, I’m sure my brother can figure out an arrangement for you. Good night.” He left her, closing the door behind him.
You slowly let out a long, low breath.
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You were simply staring at the watch in your hand. In just seven minutes, he had fulfilled all of the woman’s fantasies, and left her fabulously ruined.
Only, you had noticed that Cyrille had refused to spank her and to cum in her… It might have seemed strange to the woman as to why he refused, but you knew perfectly well why. You reached up and slowly wiped your eyes. You didn’t know when you had started crying, but you found your eyes quite wet. After wiping your eyes, you put your watch away, too, and holding your breath, you began to walk away, back through the gardens. But then, when you were just a little further away from the back wall of the house, you realized that you could see up onto the second floor of the house.
You paused. That’s Cyrille’s room… The light had just flickered on. Once more, you checked your surroundings. Seeing no one, you rather clumsily, but successfully, climbed up the nearest tree. You made sure to gather your cloak around you, so that you wouldn’t be spotted.
Sure enough, Cyrille had walked into his bedroom. He closed his bedroom door behind him. Then, he slumped back against the door. Though he was looking down, if he looked up, he would be looking right out of the window. You quickly hid yourself behind the biggest branch, so that he wouldn’t catch you. (You had on your cloak, of course, but it wasn’t always the most reliable thing, what with there being wind and all that.) Then, you saw Cyrille reach into his pants and pull out his still hard cock, glistening all over with that woman’s cum.
But as Cyrille stroked himself and his head fell back against his door, revealing his sharp cheekbones and jawline and beautiful throat, the name he moaned wasn’t the name of the woman he had just been with, but it was yours.
“Angel,” he groaned, rather loudly, “I missed you, my love.”
He thrust against his hand, which was wrapped firmly around his cock.
And as he growled, “Fuck, angel, yes, let me cum inside your mouth…” it left no mistake as to what he was imagining.
Your mouth dropped open. Then, you blushed intensely. Oh, a little part of your head realized, so this is what it’s like to see someone else cumming to the thought of you.
“Mmm… Ah, fuck, angel, that’s perfect. Yes, you’re so fucking perfect, my love.”
You watched with wide eyes, gazing out from between your fingers (as you’d put your hands up to your face and pressed them against your cheeks instinctively when you felt yourself start to blush) as Cyrille pleasured himself intently now to the thought of you.
Then, letting out a high, soft moan, a stream of white, thick cum spurted out from the tip of his cock.
He groaned lowly. “Oh, angel…” he murmured. Opening his eyes, he sighed, feeling more than a little pathetic. Pushing back his long silver hair from his face, he whispered numbly, “I miss you.”
It took everything you had not to attempt the leap between the tree and the second floor balcony. Even though you were feeling very hurt, taken aback, and honestly, more than a little disgusted, at seeing him fuck another woman to tears, you still wanted nothing more than to race into his room, throw your arms around him, and cover his face with kisses.
But looking discretely at your watch, you realized you had to get back at once, or risk setting off the alarm and putting everyone’s lives in danger.
When Cyrille turned around to grab a towel (meaning his back was to the window), you dropped out of the tree. Your hood fell down, revealing your head. But you figured that at this point, it was better to just book it back into the garden than to stop and pull your hood back up. So, once back on the ground, you began to scamper back through the garden.
However, you realized that you were standing amongst the summer roses. Cyrille and I had our second kiss close to here, you realized. Oh, we were so innocent then, weren’t we? Lost in memory, you couldn’t help except pause to look back over your shoulder at Cyrille’s window one last time.
You suddenly gasped softly and you held your breath as you realized Cyrille had come out to the balcony. For a moment, you swore your eyes met. Then, you yanked your hood down over your face, and making sure the Camouflage Cloak was tucked in securely around you, you dashed off, ducking behind the hedges to make sure you weren’t spotted as you raced back to the secret meeting point.
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Up atop the second floor balcony, Cyrille passed his hand over his eyes tiredly. For a second, he swore he’d seen you, his angel, standing in the rose gardens, looking up at him through the window. But the next moment, he’d blinked, and nothing was there except the usual roses and the large oak tree.
I must be losing my mind, he thought. He blew out a long, low sigh, and then, turning away, he went back into his bedroom, praying that sleep would be coming quickly tonight.
* * * * * * * * * *
You united again with Moody, Dorcas, and Remus.
“I found the document,” Dorcas said, holding up a sheet of parchment. “Anyone else find anything useful?”
Moody nodded. “Yeah, but I’d like to discuss it was Dumbledore first.”
Remus shook his head. “No,” he replied. “I avoided Bellatrix.” A bit sheepishly, he said, “That took up about all of my time.”
“At least you kept her off our tails,” Dorcas said, nodding appreciatively.
“Some woman sponsored the Death Eaters,” you offered.
“Do you know who she is?” Moody asked.
Slowly, you shook her head. Maybe I should have looked, you thought. But no, that would have destroyed me. I’d never have been able to get that image out of my mind…
“All right, good work,” Moody said curtly. “Now, let’s get the hell out of here!”
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Cyrille fought his insomnia for three long hours before he started to properly fall asleep. However, he was then woken up by a faint knocking at his window.
“What in hell -?” he muttered, as he forced himself to get up. He opened the window. Out on the balcony, there was none other than Regulus Black, perched atop on a broomstick.
Cyrille’s mouth fell open. “Regulus? What are you doing here in the dead of night?”
“Cyrille, I’m sorry to bother you. It’s just that I had to come and see you. I figured that, out of everybody, I owe you a good-bye,” Regulus murmured quietly. Cyrille noticed that his normally bright eyes had gone dark, almost dull, and yet, there was a steely fire burning in his irises that hadn’t been there before. “After all,” Regulus continued to murmur, “I know full well that I never would have made it this far without you. You always were protecting me, and the others, too.”
Cyrille at once noted the seriousness of Regulus’ misdemeanor.
“Are you hurt?” Cyrille asked at once. “Or has somebody threatened you?”
“No.” Regulus shook his head. “It’s nothing like that. It’s just that I’ve come to tell you… that I’ve made up my mind.”
“Made up your mind? About what?”
“I’m going to take a stand, Cyrille.”
“What do you mean, Reg?”
But Regulus only shook his head again. “Cyrille, I can’t tell you how grateful I am for your friendship.” Swinging his leg back over his broomstick, he murmured, “If I don’t come back, don’t mourn me.”
“Regulus?” Cyrille said, now starting to get seriously worried for his friend.
Regulus kicked off into the air.
“Regulus!” Cyrille called. But Regulus was gone.
#light and dark#cyrille lestrange#Marauders#marauders era#fanfiction#fanfic#Harry Potter Smut#harry potter imagine
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Marvel Avengers Streamer AU
Ironman- Know as Tony Stark, but his friends always call him “Stark” and “Mr. Stark.” Most famous streamer out of the gang and always raids “Spideyboy”. Swears like a sailor, rage quits, slams his desk, and his mods hate him, but he has pretty serious streams about political matters and his personal life. Everyone loves the relationship he has with Spiderman, calling him “Iron dad”.
IncredibleHulk- Bruce Banner or but mostly known as just “Hulk”. Barely streams and games but when he does everyone loves his tactical thinking even if he isn’t the best with his controls. He is sweet and calm until he gets knifed behind his back, that's when he starts verbally abusing the enemy (much to Widows chagrin). No one knows what he looks like but they assume he has a dad bod and lives alone in the country.
GodOfThunder- No one knows his real name but everyone calls him “Thor” because of the Norse God. He always does drinking streams and his fans love it because he just gets more sarcastic and passive aggressive and actually starts playing better than when he’s sober. He plays the same female character over and over and never hesitates to go out of his way to make someone in chat feel better or show his support for current events.
CaptianAmerica- Steve Rogers. Known as “Rogers” but his friends (Stark especially) call him Cap. Everyone hits on him during his streams and he had to block donations from certain thirsty girls and didn’t turn on his face cam for a month when it got really bad. People think something is going on with him and his roommate because they flirt the entire game, but he assures them they’re just bestfriends. Is one of the best gamers but he lets himself get distracted easily by “Bucky Bear” and sucks at sniping but is incredible with a knife and close range combat. He never swears and always tells Tony off for his profanity and his fans love him for being the “mom friend” in the group.
WinterSoldier- James “Bucky” Barnes. Everyone calls him “Bucky” or “Buck” or “Barnes” but Steve always calls him “Bucky Bear”. He does most of the flirting with Steve (very explicitly at times!) and jokingly never denies that they are dating (which they secretly are) and tells the flirts in chat to fuck off of his boyfriend. Best sniper known on Twitch but his melee skills are sub-par, which makes him and Steve and unbeatable team. He’s the known gay friend and he does a lot of cooking and shopping streams where he does many “suggestive” poses which makes the chat go nuts when Steve gives an equally suggestive reaction. Known for screaming and his chaotic streams where he makes stupid inside jokes that his Discord server spams for fun.
TheFalcon- Sam Wilson, or just “Falcon” at times. Also flirts on Bucky but in a way that is so bad everyone knows he’s actually joking. Always dies when he has the best gun on him by someone overhead after getting it from the enemy his teammate had killed after backing them up. Surprisingly a good player when he has his head in the game, but he’s usually making jokes and trying to get Natasha to laugh when she’s focused, making him a known comfort streamer when people just want to chill and not watch something so chaotic.
BlackWidow- Natalia “Natasha” Romanov known as “Nat” or “Widow”. Easily the most badass out of all of them and has popular tweets tagging her due to snarky remarks and creative insults. Incredibly amazing gamer and communicator with her team, even if she’s quiet for most of stream and letting her friends do most of the talking for her. She goes off in Russian when someone (by whatever miracle) kills her or there’s a creep in chat, but she always makes sure to thank her donators and mods.
YourFriendlyNeighborhoodSpiderman- Peter Parker but no one has every called him by his first name. Names include “Spideyboy”, “Spiderkid”, “Webs”, “Kid”, “Parker”, etc. Is incredibly polite to all of the adults he plays with, always using their last names and their respected titles. He’s the youngest out of all of them, but his aunt is surprisingly chill with it, appearing in his streams and dancing with him when a song comes on. He loves playing storyline choice games, even if he has great hand-eye coordination for combat. Chat always compliments him and makes flirtatious jokes, which he responds to with, “I’m a minor?” and an awkward laugh. Thanks his donos a million times and texts a thank you paragraph to Mr. Stark and his other friends when he gets raided. He also plays with his friends his age, but gets the most views when he’s with the adults. He studies the logistics of a game and explains in a nerdy depth what is wrong with the science of the plot but then feels bad when he’s belittling the work of the programmers.
Hawkeye- Clint Barton or just “Hawk” or “Hawky”. You can hear his wife and kids in the background of his streams. He lives at a farm so he rarely ever goes online, but when he does around an hour is spent trying to overcome connection issues. Is great with using snipers up close, but sucks at knives and pistols. Is a great friend to Nat and they can communicate online without saying a single thing because they have each others streams pulled up and focused on their face-cams. Rarely ever talks but when he does its something incredibly funny or snarky.
#streamer au#tony stark#ironman#thor#bruce banner#incredible hulk#captian america#steve rogers#the winter solider#wintersoldier#james buchanan barnes#bucky barnes#stucky#steve x bucky#falcon#sam wilson#black widow#natasha romanoff#natalia alianovna romanova#spiderman#peter parker#aunt may#hawkeye#clint barton#the avengers#marvel
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(head cannons, Bob’s Burgers + Belcher Siblings)
Tina has MANY, MANY hobbies. she’s still into horses, but now, animals in general. she is very into teen dramas on the CW, and her studies at her university. she still loses or misplaces things constantly, though tries to be more mindful in general. she has many a kink. very into the dom/sub relationship(s)—she’s a switch, but mostly dom to JJr’s sub in the context of the two of them. really starts to explore during college. she starts meeting people in classes and on her campus forums, attends sexual exploration get-togethers (WOW! you know?) and learns more about herself in her human sexualty classes, but explores and experiments with Jimmy (James, as he now likes to be called) after college. She becomes a therapist; both a published academic and fanfiction author. She has a cat and a huge following. (JJr. has done a lot of reflecting of his own and is *not* the same person as he was as a teen—duh. Also considers himself a switch, also considers himself queer. His first mlm relationship was with Zeke in HS).
Louise is non-binary (*I* think they go by Lu), starts to discover more about themself in high school, around sophomore, or freahman, year really—their siblings are one-hundred-percent loving and understanding and accepting. They focus on, and develop a love, for all things culinary, and try to make good on their promise of following in their dad’s footsteps—but def cause trouble along the way and will always keep the One-Eyed Snakes’ logo in their window (once they renounce their white-supremacist views for ALL to know/see—Lu even has a convo with them about how absurd and awful it is and suggests resources for education. Sidecar cannot grow up leanring this shit).
Gene is queer, identifying as pan/bi (because, gender, ammirite?), and absolutely blurrs the line with gender. he finds out more about himself—or, really, what “labels” fit him, because he’s always *known*, but never thought, his attraction to other boys/male-identified people wasn’t considered the ~norm~—when in high school because of his siblings’ coming out. He’s a musician through and through and that’s what he focuses on, as well as comedy and writing for television, new plays and productions, and the like.
Their parents are definitely in camp “we know, we know. we love you. whatever makes you happy sweethearts—so long as you’re safe and it’s consensual. just one of you give us grandbabies one day. no rush.” [aka, Gene with the babies. We all know it. And this was TOTALLY in Linda’s voice, with her hand waves and everything while Bob’s just thinking, smiling to himself, how his youngest is still going to take over the family business one day].
do. not. @ me, or reblog, saying stuff like don’t sexualize children, because FIRSR AND FOREMOST, DISGUSTING. of-fucking-course not. second, Tina is portrayed as someone who is not afraid to own up to who they are or what they believe in and I’m pretty damn sure that’s going to carry over into her adulthood, and the same can be said for all the Belcher children.
#bob’s burgers#head cannon#tina belcher#gene belcher#linda belcher#bob belcher#louise belcher#i dont fkn know how to spell louise#i kept spelling louis#which#whatever#but still#bobs burgers
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Can I request some IBTYF fluff?
Brian looks up from his paper to see his youngest son skipping into the room, holding his hands up in the air.
He’s wearing a couple of Roger’s bracelets on each wrist, and one of Roger’s necklaces is hanging round his neck, almost comically large. Brian chuckles as the boy smiles up proudly at him, the jewellery jingling.
“Well don’t you look nice,” Brian says softly. “Are you playing dress up with mummy again?”
James beams. “I’m pretty like mummy.”
“You certainly are.” Brian picks his son up and places him in his lap. “Very pretty.”
He looks up to find Roger standing by the door, and it’s eerie how similar the two of them look. James even carries himself in a similar way to his mother.
“The two prettiest subs in the world,” Brian says firmly, picking James up so that he can go and give Roger a kiss.
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In the past few weeks I have really felt as if the Suez Canal was flowing through my drawing room.
- Clarissa Spancer Churchill Eden, Countess of Avon, on the Suez War 1956
Clarissa Spancer Churchill Eden, Countess of Avon turned 100 on 28 June 2020.
When she was born Lloyd George was Prime Minister and her uncle Winston Churchill was Secretary of State for War and Air. Her father Jack’s parents were Lord Randolph Churchill and the beautiful Jennie Jerome. Her mother was also a beauty, Lady Gwendoline Bertie. As an only daughter Clarissa felt over-loved and smothered.
Clarissa was never much interested in politics. Self-contained and silent as a girl, she would say, ‘I only spoke when I had something to say’. She made her debut with Deborah Mitford and Pamela Digby, but wanted more and was tutored by famed Oxford philosopher, Isaiah Berlin and Lord David Cecil.
She then joined a heady milieu of artists and writers - Lord Berners, James Pope-Hennessy, Edith Sitwell, Cecil Beaton, Greta Garbo. Her life was like an early volume of Anthony Powell's A Dance to the Music of Time. Evelyn Waugh and Duff Cooper were hopelessly in love with her.
But at 32 years old she went from High Bohemia to High Politics on maarrying Foreign Minister Anthony Eden - a surprise to many in high society. The Anglican Archbishop of Sydney and Evelyn Waugh protested that Eden had a wife still living. Much of Waugh’s moral outrage was down to personal jealousy and his unrequited love for Clarissa. Eden had indeed been a loveless marriage to his first wife Beatrice but in 1950 they finally divorced, and in 1952 Anthony married Clarissa.
Anthony Eden was no slouch as he sailed through Eton and, like many of his generation, he served in the First World War losing two brothers killed in action along the way. Eden himself served with distinction in the trenches and front lines of that bloody war. At the age of 19, he was the youngest adjutant on the Western Front and by 1918 because of his conspicious bravery, at the age of 20, Eden became the youngest brigade major in the British Army. He was awarded the Military Cross (MC) for her war time service. After the war, he studied Oriental Languages (Persian and Arabic) at Christ Church, Oxford, starting in October 1919. At Oxford, Eden took no part in student politics, and his main leisure interest at the time was art. Eden was in the Oxford University Dramatic Society and President of the Asiatic Society. Along with Lord David Cecil and R. E. Gathorne-Hardy he founded the Uffizi Society, of which he later became President. Possibly under the influence of his father he gave a paper on Paul Cézanne, whose work was not yet widely appreciated. Eden was already collecting paintings.
Eden read the writings of Lord Curzon and was hoping to emulate him by entering politics with a view to specialising in foreign affairs. He went into politics and became an MP at the age of 26 years old. In Parliament he quickly made a name for himself and was already being talked of as a future Prime Minister. He was gently mocked for his fussy self-image and was often regarded as the best-dressed, best-looking politician of his time - although one rival rival said of him, “half- beautiful woman; half- mad baronet’.
Clarissa was deeply in love with Anthony, and he with her. But she wasn’t quite prepared for the high stakes of politics as her husband climbed the greasy pole of political advancement. Eden was deeply ambitious and he eventually became Foreign Secretary in 1931.
Clarissa recalled, ‘My first visitor was the wife of the head of the Foreign Office, Lady Strang, who came to tea….I did wonder what I had got myself into when her opening remark was ‘I hope you are not going to denationalise steel – it is doing so well’ I had previously had no views about steel’
Within 3 years, Anthony at last achiecved his life’s goal and became Prime Minister, having at last succeeded Clarissa’s uncle, Winston Churchill who stepped aside for the younger Eden. Was she the most beautiful cultivated chatelaine of No 10 since Catherine Walpole? Many did then and many think so today.
A gall-bladder operation gone wrong and the debacle that was the Suez Crisis made for a short and unhappy time for Eden as PM and a trying time for Clarissa. She was famously quoted as saying ‘in the past few weeks I have really felt as if the Suez Canal was flowing through my drawing room’. This was said in a rare political speech at Gateshead on 20 November 1956, but picked up and widely reported.She later regretfully conceded that “drawing room” was perhaps an unfortunate metaphor.
Nevertheless the Suez War took its toll and Eden eventually found his health broken. His stellar political career lay in ruins as Haorld Macmillan plotted behind the scenes (a fact that Clarissa never forgave him for). Eden resigned in 1957 and in 1961 accepted an Earldom (of Avon). Both Anthony and Clarissa enjoyed 20 leisurely years between Wiltshire, Stratford, Paris and the Caribbean.
Her main loves are art and opera, she loved to travel and, though not one for discomfort, she would endure any amount of it to find an obscure chapel in Serbia. In later life she took up sub-aqua swimming, happily enjoying life in deep waters. Though she read serious classics, she took an unexpected enjoyment in soap operas like Dallas, greatly entertained by the antics of J. R. Ewing and Cliff Barnes with their huge Stetson hats, talking about their “Daddies”.
A great many people bored her and still do, but she takes a wry enjoyment from that. I heard an anecdote from a friend that once after a dinner, when she said, “I think we have exhausted the social possibilities of this evening, don’t you?” - a more elegant way of saying it was time to go.
In many ways Clarissa remains a reminder of a nobler age of Britain and who embodied many of the values that made Britain so great before the sunset of its empire and the dawn of counter culture of the Modern Britain of the 1960s. She has always remained enigmatic person, the soul of discretion but fiercely devoted to her loved ones. Above all, she has been a woman of substance in control of her own destiny.
#clarissa#countess of avon#clarissa spencer churchill eden#quote#femme#beauty#nobility#aristocracy#britain#society#culture#politics#history#icon
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Whoops, sent that ask to the wrong place. Would you accept Elliot Fletcher as a FC for an Anderson or Berry sibling?
I would love an Elliot Fletcher FC, though he is white and not Jewish, so that would have to be taken into acount when casting him for our masterlist. And tbh I don’t mind much where you send your anons- I will answer on either blog. This one does keep the anons separate from the ic game play but eh who cares.
If he has the same mother as Cooper, that would be fine. You can get with the Blaine player @blaineandersontga in DMs to talk over ideas on how and why Blaine has only one parent shared with Cooper and your character.
Both the actress and the character of Rachel Berry are Jewish, and because her paternal mother and father in the show were also Jewish we’d like to keep the Berry family Jewish in totality. You could toy with the idea of Leroy being your character’s paternal father instead of Leroy with an entirely different surrogate mother, but that would make him African American, German, Scots, and Native American so Elliot wouldn’t work for that either. If you can come up with a reason that Hiram and Leroy would choose to surrogate through Shelby for Rachel and Lorelai (our Rachel twin) but not for your character, that would be fine. A full adoption, perhaps, based on the idea that they wanted another child and they wanted to use the experience to help a child with no parents instead of bringing another one into the world. Or you could say that they went to the doctor and they were both infertile. It could also be an adoption later in life- perhaps Rachel or Lorelai make friends with your character and their dads end up adopting your character when they see that they live a life that needs escaping from. Maybe their parents weren’t capable of fully handling a child or they didn’t want one. Maybe it’s because of your character’s mark- Dom or sub.
Other families that Elliot Fletcher could fit into that already have siblings on our masterlist include:
Beiste (could be bio or adopted- we have a son of Sheldon here)
Clarington
he could be Ponyboy Curtis, the youngest brother to Sodapop and Darry, both already here
Duval
Hummel
James (a new OC family, just added)
Preston (OC)
Sanchez (OC)
Sterling
And there might be a few more options, you can check our masterlist for the full view of who we already have in the roleplay.
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Lessons Learned
A/N: this was inspired by a certain photo that came out today - you’ll see it soon enough! Clearly the photo is NOT MINE
Also this doesn’t follow canon hence....
Square filled: Roommate’s brother for @marvelfluffbingo
Pairing: Bucky x Readers
Word Count: 1820
Warnings: family shenanigans - mostly fluff
Your first day in college had been an uneventful one; you moved into a dorm room with a girl you didn’t know from Brooklyn, got your class list, and wandered around campus for the day, mapping out your new daily route. You checked out the student union center (MCDonald’s surrounded by tables, chairs, and a couple of little food stands) then the library were you stayed for the remainder of the afternoon.
You finally made your way back to your dorm room. Your roommate, Rebecca, greeted you enthusiastically. “Y/n! Oh my god, this place is crazy right?” You offered her a smile before you threw yourself on your bed.
“I didn’t see much crazy on my route, but I’m sure it will come find me,” you laughed. You turned on your right side to face Rebecca. “So… what’s your story? Why come here from New York?” You sighed. “I would kill to move to New York!”
Rebecca’s laugh filled your ears. “Ok, New York is just like any other place, just louder and more crowded. Besides, I had to escape my older brother and baby sister.” She sighed too. “I hate being the middle child.”
You sat up and grimaced. “At least you get the best of both worlds; I’m the oldest and therefore expected to be the best all the time. At least you don’t get that kind of pressure.”
Rebecca snorted. “At least you get attention! My older brother is hot and obnoxious, and my little sister is spoiled rotten. I’m the forgotten one.”
It was this conversation that forged your friendship for the next several years.
*
Graduation was just around the corner, as was your 22nd birthday. You tapped your foot impatiently in front of the changing room. “Becca! Come on! You’ve been in there forever! It can’t be that bad!”
Rebecca flung back the curtain and frowned. “This is NOT what I expected when I picked it out.” You tried to suppress your giggle; instead it came out your nose. Rebecca made a face while you tried to collect yourself. “Nice y/n, real nice!”
“Sorry!” you gasped. “I’m sorry! But clearly you cannot wear that and expect any… strike that, wear it and see what kind of guy tries to pick you up. Just don’t be surprised if it’s an undercover cop.” You started giggling again.
Rebecca came back out, dressed in her original attire, dresses thrown over her arm. “I’m done. I’ll try another store alone.” She raised an eyebrow at you, then broke into a grin. “Kidding! I’d rather have your help instead of doing this alone. Where do we go next?”
Your stomach growled in answer. “Food court.”
Twenty minutes later your philly sub was half devoured and you were still eyeing your ranch & bacon covered fries. “I don’t know if I should eat them,” you told Rebecca.
She chuckled at your indecision. “Well, while you contemplate your stomach, I’m gonna go grab a slice of pizza. Can you watch my phone?”
“Does it do tricks?” you teased.
Her laugh made a few heads turn. “You’re such a dork! No, it doesn’t do tricks. But I’m expecting a text from my family about when they’re getting in.” She set the phone down by yours. “I’ll be back.”
You took a bite of your fries and sighed. “Damn tasty,” you chuckled to yourself. You heard a phone and looked down
Hey Bec! Think your bff would approve?
You gulped. Hot damn! You never laid eyes on Rebecca’s brother but sudden thoughts of what you wanted to do to him made your face turn scarlet, just as Rebecca sat back down. She looked at your face, then took her phone from your hand before howling. “Dude! You weren’t supposed to see THAT. Well…. Not exactly like that anyway,” AShe bit her lower lip as you struggled to regain your breath.
“Did you… did you…” you sputtered in horror, “did you tell him about ME?!”
Rebecca looked smug. “Duh! You two dorks are made for each other. I’d be stupid to let some floozy pick him up. Besides! You two getting married makes us sisters! Better you than…”
You covered your eyes with your hands amid a very frustrated groan. “Now I have to rethink my whole graduation outfit Becs!”
*
Four days later, you and Rebecca sat beside each other while the speeches dragged on. While you knew exactly where your mom and brother sat, you didn’t see your dad come in. Rebecca thought she had seen her family as well but lost them in the monstrous sea of faces. The last speech came to an end and you felt an elbow in your side.
“Wake up y/n. We are finally graduating, two years later than expected, but you know how long those speeches can be!” You both giggled as the first set of names were called. You were part of the second set, and Rebecca in the third. Seven more sets of names later and the entire class threw their mortarboards in the air with a scream.
Rebecca dragged you out of the sea of new graduates towards her family, running at her. An older gentleman grabbed her first and swung her around. Bucky stood back a bit as he smiled shyly at you. Mrs. Barnes and the youngest Barnes daughter smiled at you warmly. “You must be y/n,” Winifred Barnes extended her hand. “We’ve heard so much about you! It’s a shame you were never able to visit.”
You noticed your family approaching as well. “I wish I could have! Maybe I will someday.” Your mom reached you first and gave you a big hug. You pulled away and introduced your family. “Mom, Mrs. Barnes.”
“Winifred please!”
“Dad, this is Rebecca’s brother, James.” Your dad pulled himself up a bit while Bucky’s lopsided grin did funny things to your stomach. “Nice to meet you sir,” he said with a wink in your direction.
Rebecca pulled herself from her dad’s grip. “Y/n! This is my dad George, and this,” pulling on her sister’s hand, “is my sister Ruth.”
Your brother, never one to be ignored, piped up. “I’m Steven if anyone cares!” You rolled your eyes before you gave him a hug, then a swipe to the back to his head. “Ya nut, thanks for coming!”
Rebecca quickly took charge, rounding up the entire group and leading towards an exit. “Y/n and I picked the best restaurant around! You’re all gonna love it!” Steven and Ruth started chatting while both sets of parents started asking each other questions. Rebecca threw a smirk at you and Bucky bringing up the rear.
“So… congrats,” Bucky started with his same lopsided grin. You felt the blush on your cheeks and you licked your bottom lip. “Ready to face the big bad world now?”
You laughed. Just like that the tension shifted from awkward to comfortable. “You mean THIS isn’t the big bad world already?”
He laughed easily and nugged your shoulder with his left arm. “Nah, just wait until you have to find a real job.” You felt your heart melt a bit; Rebecca had filled you in just the night before about Bucky’s recent construction job coming to an end.
You nudged him back with a matching grin. “Maybe I already have a real job?”
He gazed at you with an unreadable expression. “Nah, Becs would have told me ‘bout that.” His Brooklyn accent came out and you practically swooned.
“Really? And what else has Becca told you about me, besides my lack of a real job?”
His grin came back. “A lot. Apparently you’re a huge dork, love books more than buys, can’t wait to go out with the girls and celebrate your birthday. Oh and you might like space more than I do but I don't buy that last one.” He winked at you.
You laughed and tried to think of the most obscure thing you could remember. “There’s a planet where glass, actual glass, rains sideways.”
Bucky narrowed his eyes at you with a smirk. “I knew that. Did you know that there’s a planet made of diamonds?”
“Yes, 55 Cancri e. Did you know there’s an asteroid that actually has rings?”
“Yup, Chariklo.”
You shook your head as you approached the restaurant doors. Rebecca was holding the door, trying to usher the two of you in, muttering “Nerds,” underneath her breath.
*
You and Bucky were still sitting at the table, chatting as though you had known each other your whole lives while Rebecca, Winifred and your mom watched in amusement. “All I’m sayin’ is that I told ‘em both they were meant to be,” Rebecca bragged. Winifred patted her daughter’s hand. “Yes dear, I’m sure they’ll love hearing all about it later.” Your mom just chuckled.
“Do you think they’ll notice we’re leaving?” Ruth asked. Steven rolled his eyes. “When there’s a cute guy involved y/n can be amazingly oblivious!”
“Who’s leaving them a car?” George asked.
You rolled your eyes at the conversations around you. “Well Mr. Barnes, I think we can just walk back to our dorm; we still have to move out this weekend. I can put Bucky to work.” You kicked at Bucky under the table; he barked a laugh and kicked you back. “Ow!”
Your dad rolled his eyes and half-laughed, half-groaned. “Ok love birds, we’re getting out of here.” You stood up and gave your mom and dad, then Steven big hugs.
“Thanks for coming! I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” You gave Steven a shove when he pinched your waist. “Really? I can still beat you up, ya know? Twerp.”
Winifred, George, and Ruth said their goodbyes as well. “We’ll see you tomorrow as well. Can’t have our graduate packing up with just her brother and his new girl.” Bucky blushed a bright red. Rebecca laughed at his embarrassment.
“Ok kids, I’m headed back too,” Rebecca yawned and stretched. “Do I need to put a sock on the door or something if I don’t want you hooking up on the last night with my brother?” Bucky choked on his sip of water and you let loose a bubble of giggles. “Geez Bec! Didn’t you pick up any class when you went to class?” He gave her a side eye as she laughed at him. She shook her head in answer, laughter following in her wake.
Bucky’s eyes widened at you. “You’ve had to deal with her for four years, can’t you talk some sense into her before tomorrow evening?”
Your eyes shimmered as you leaned into his space. Bucky gulped at the beautiful woman moving closer and closer; he llicked his lips in anticipation. You got just close enough and then whispered words he never thought he’d hear: “She was the first one to bring back a guy; everything I learned, I learned from your sister.”
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