#lucious bottom

[capturedbeauty]

Tight butts drive me nuts

#lucious bottom #take me as you please #tight butts drive me nuts #a little more oil please

[vixensp1ce]

kinks (?) with them

fem!reader, rest under cut

childe

his favourite position is to have your legs pinned up against your chest, your hands restrained over your head. it's what they call a mating press, and they're right.

he can feel the little hearts jumping out from you each time he hits deep, because you moan so good every time he hits that special gummy spot and kisses open your cervix.

"beg for it," he teases, keeping a steady pace that has you reeling but not enough for you to cum.

"mmh, ajax, please..." he slows, and you whine in complaint. "i love it when you cum inside, f-fill me up, please..."

"such a cute little cum slut," he murmurs, pressing a hand against your stomach so he can feel his length going all the way up inside you.

he picks up the pace as a reward, earning himself a sweet moan in return. your pussy swallow his dick so well, leaving your own cum all over his length, squeezing and milking him so good.

finally, childe tires of the games, speeding up, thrusting hard, and your moans escalate to cries of pleasure, your back arching, boobs bouncing, your hips coming up to meet him with every thrust.

"cumming, cumming, inside my baby, filling you up, taking all my cum, yeah, baby?" childe babbles, his words trailing off into a loud whine. he shoves his tip right into the entrance of your cervix, his cum spilling into you, sending you over the edge.

he cums so hard, hips shuddering into yours, over and over again until it begins to drip out of you in globules.

aventurine

you're his pretty little doll, one that he likes to buy expensive clothes and accessories for. but sometimes accessories aren't enough when he gets jealous - he wants to mark you with bruises, paint you white, cover you with his scent for the few species who can smell it.

aventurine makes a sound that's nearly a growl, burying his face in your neck and biting. you whine his name, back arching in both pain and pleasure, but his hands keep your hips flush against his.

"aventurine," you gasp, when you feel his teeth nearly break skin.

he licks the spot, blowing air over it to soothe the pain slightly. "serves you right for letting that man talk to you," he mutters, sounding distinctly sulky.

he starts grinding, pressing into your sweet spot in a way that has any teasing words on your tongue melt into a wordless moan. and once stars start prickling at the edges of your vision, threatening to burst into an orgasm, he switches to rapid thrusts, hitting deep and hard.

now you're not sure who's louder - your gasps and whimpers, clawing at his bare skin, or aventurine, pupils blown, moaning out your name each time he bottoms out.

"gonna- gonna cum, gonna paint you all over, mmmh, baby-" his pleasured words break off into a rich, lucious moan, his warmth vanishing from inside you suddenly and spilling out over your stomach, syrupy and smelling like him.

he rests his forehead against yours, breathing hard and admiring his handiwork.

"you're so pretty," he purrs, breathless. "if only everyone could see you like this..."

blade

luxury to blade - are red ropes made from only the softest material so they don't chafe at your skin when he fucks you.

and he does, hard, relishing the way you squirm and gasp underneath him, whenever he hits your g-spot, scoops your arousal into his mouth with gloved fingers, makes you cum over and over again with no signs of stopping.

his deft craftsman's hands bind you up in his red string, tying your arms behind your back, going over the parts where you're most sensitive. you shiver, though he hasn't done anything yet. just a tug from those long fingers and you'd be a puppet dancing to his tune.

he kneels over you, gaze roving intensely over your body. you feel so hot wherever he looks over and squirm, trying to relieve some of the heat between your thighs.

"behave," he says sharply, and reaches out to tug on one of the strings. you yelp, back arching as they rub over your nipples.

he gives you some stimulation in this way, watching you whine and struggle, but it's not enough. and blade is nothing if not impatient for you.

he pulls on another rope and it nudges against your clit. your legs go taut, moaning in both relief and pleasure.

blade chuckles, continuing to move the rope back and forth across your nub, now soaked with your slick. the other hand spreads your inner lips gently, almost reverently, and he slides two fingers in.

you're so sensitive it's almost unbearable, cool, rough fabrics digging into your skin everywhere over your body. each time you move the ropes rub over your nipples, sending sparks of desperation up your spine, but it's just not enough.

"close," you wail. "so close, blade, please..."

"shh," he says, but you can hear the smile in his voice. "soon."

he takes his time, scissoring his fingers open and shut, and you can feel that you're in for a long night.

#hsr x reader smut #hsr x reader #x reader smut #honkai star rail #star rail #childe smut #childe #childe genshin impact #childe tartaglia ajax #aventurine smut #aventurine #blade smut #blade #blade hsr #hsr blade

[tteokdoroki]

vacationing with isagi while he’s abroad for a game or training is so <3

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — fluff, semi-smut, minors dni 18+, characters aged up to 20s, vacationing, being spoiled woo, being picked up, wearing a bikini, possession, little bit of smut towards the end, pro player!isagi, fem!reader - not beta read !

like say you’re in Italy and he gets a few days off between matches so he has you flown out first class and as soon as possible. he lets you plan an itinerary of all the things you’ve ever wanted to do with the time you have — trying gelato, visiting historical monuments or scenic walks.

isagi packs a fanny pack of all of your essentials because he knows you have a tendency to forget things. lip balm, sanitiser, a spare sun hat and a stick of spf because all you have in your massive tote bag is gifts for all of his friends back home in the form of an assortment of key chains and fridge magnets. he dresses like a dad, bless his heart. in a bucket hat that matches the colour of your sun dress, shorts and a t-shirt you’ve chosen for him.

isagi tries not to let his hands wander on days where you lounge on the beach. you’ve asked him to put on your sunscreen, and he’s cheeky with it — massaging the cool liquid into the expanse of your skin, rubbing out the knots in your lower back and shoulders so that you let out adorable squeaks and moans.

“do you need me to go lower?” yoichi will groan into the shell of your ear once his calloused hands reach the base of your spine, teasing you from over your cute little bikini bottoms.

you reach back to shove him off with an angelic smile and devilish eyes to match. “later, yoichi.”

he’ll let you drag him over the sandy shoreline and straight to the enticing blue of the ocean that rivals his eyes — glaring at anyone who dares to look your way. it’s a little stupid, he wants you all to himself, doesn’t want anyone to get to take in your beauty, your lucious figure, your dazzling expression the way he does. isagi nearly bites the head off of the poor guy who makes the mistake of glancing your way when you dip your toes into the water and your chest jiggles a little (you bounce away from its coldness).

isagi who has to lift you into his arms, your legs wrapped around his unfairly slender waist, to actually get you into the water. despite how pretty it looks, the sea is cold and you grip onto the pro player for dear life the further he walks away from dry land. he’s in waist deep, calm waves lapping at his slightly tanned skin and abs, when isagi kisses you slowly and drags out your bottom lip to distract you from the mere fact that he plans to dunk you in the water.

he forgets your arms around his neck as you drag him beneath the aquamarine surface with you — a melody of both of your giggles tangling with the salty sea air.

isagi orders you as many dishes, from each restaurant you stop at, as you want — happily spooning a portion of his risotto into your open mouth because you’d forgotten to order it for yourself and grinning when you kick your feet out in a happy dance. he thinks you’re so cute.

and later, on your last night, isagi makes love to you against rose petal sheets that he’d requested from the hotel staff. his tongue rolls over yours and his hips pin you to the bed and you can’t escape because he barely gives you the room to breathe while pouring all of his love into you. it’s overwhelming, crushed by the weight of him while pounds you to high heavens and you can’t help but cry because tomorrow isagi will belong to Japan, belong to the world and it won’t just be you two lovers exploring cobblestone streets and fruit markets anymore.

“you don’t need to think about that right now,” isagi mouths the words against your neck sloppily, his hands reaching between your intertwined and sweaty bodies to thumb at your clit. “s’just you ‘n me, precious. ‘n when this is all over, i’ll take you to another city. another place a-and i’ll fall in love with you again.” he somehow manages to hiccup between slow grinds and lewd squelches.

and you believe him, because no matter where soccer takes yoichi, your heart will always follow.

#blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #bllk x you #isagi x reader #isagi fluff #isagi yoichi x you #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi yoichi fluff #bllk fluff #blue lock imagines #isagi smut #bllk imagines #blue lock fluff #isagi yoichi smut #isagi yoichi imagines #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚💭੭ — aali just posted

[8siangemini]

Enemies on the Mask, Lovers Underneath (Pt 2)

Summary: You and Miles are both dating as civilians but neither of you know that you both are spider-man/woman. Miles likes the idea of you two working together as a pair but you are stubborn and competitive and do not want to develop a friendship between you two incase something happens to him. So you both end up competing against each other, trying to one up the other to see who is the better Spider-Person.

Warnings: Heated make out, heavy kissing, slightly angsty

Author’s Note: if anyone wants to make any recommendations or suggestions for this sort of situation I am accepting requests <3

“Come on mi amor why have you been ignoring me?” Miles whines as he sits on your bed and your at your desk working on homework due on Monday. You had been caught up in Widow work, arguing with Spider-Man, and school that you barely had anytime to hangout with your friends, especially your own boyfriend Miles. You felt bad for always canceling plans on Miles but something always came up on the police station.

“I just have a lot of stuff going on Miles, like school and stuff.” You half heartedly lied. You knew he was staring holes into your back when you were doing your physics homework while also listening to the police station through your AirPod, making sure nothing is going on.

“I call bullshit.” Miles claims as he gets up from your bed and stands behind your chair and leans down to place his chin on your shoulder. “You always were able to juggle school and social life so well,” He grabs your chin between his thumb and index finger and pulls your focus from your homework onto him. “Especially me.” He says in a lower tone as he glances at your glossed lips and back to your eyes.

“Now why didn’t you have this much rizz when you kept on trying to flirt with me when we were talking?” You ask in a teasing tone with a small smirk on your face.

“Shut up.” Miles says through a smirk.

Miles plants his lips on yours firmly and you quickly kiss back. You open your mouth slightly but use your teeth to gently bite down on Miles’ bottom lip. He returns the jesture and welcome his tongue into your mouth. His hand finds its way onto your neck and his other hand grips onto your waist to gently guide you towards your bed. Your fingers find its way to his lucious curls and you begin scratching his scalp with your acrylic nails. He gently groans into your mouth at the feeling as he sits on the edge of your bed and you prop yourself onto his lap. He begins cupping your face near your ear until he quickly takes out your AirPod and flips you over so you’re underneath him and he’s on top of you.

“Finally!” He says in victory. “I gotta hear what you’re listening to so often.”

You quickly tried to fight back and grab back your AirPod, not knowing what to say if he asks a question. His large hand easily cuffs both of yours in his one and he plants them above your head. He places the AirPod in his ear and you finally stop squirming, accepting your defeat.

‘Shit what am I going to tell him? Should I come clean?’ You ask yourself.

His expression is confused, trying to figure out what he is listening to. He looks at you confused until he rolls his eyes, confusing you. He hands you back the AirPod and you quickly take it and place it back into your ear.

“Kat is calling.” Miles says in a defeated tone. You tap the AirPod twice and you pick up the call.

“Hello?” You ask as you and Miles continue staring at each other, but Miles is a little pissed off.

“Where the fuck are you? Remember Peter Parker’s Green Goblin?” Kat asks you anxiously.

“Yeah?” You say in a questioning tone.

“He’s back in Times Square!!” She yells into your ear. Your eyes widened as you looks up at Miles and Miles looks up at you confused.

“Shit I thought he died?!” You say shocked. Miles mouth, ‘who?’, asking you who died. “Green Goblin is back, he’s in Times Square.” You whispered to him.

“Get over there he’s tearing shit up and Spider-Man isn’t here yet!!” Kat yells into your ear and you cup your ear at how loud Kat was yelling.

“Ok I’ll go get that stuff for you bye.” You say, remembering Miles is listening to what you are saying.

You hang up the call and take out your AirPod as you quickly get out of Miles’ cage from underneath him and start grabbing your crossbody tote bag with your suit in it. You also grab some cash from your nightstand, making it seem like you’re going to the store. You also open your window so that you could possibly throw your bag back into your room if you did not see Miles in there once you leave.

“Kat needs me to get some stuff from the store, lady things.” You say to Miles. “I’ll be gone for like half an hour so just stay here, I’ll be back quickly.” You look at Miles and smile. But Miles quickly grabs both of your hands and kisses your knuckles.

“But Green Goblin’s out there, you shouldn’t be out.” He says, voice full of concern.

“I promise I’ll come back safe, mi corazón.” You reassured.

You give a quick peck onto his lips and run out the door. This is dangerous you can get yourself hurt, what happens if you come back and Miles sees you all busted up? You quickly turn back around, to give Miles a kiss that lingers a little longer with his hand on your hip and your’s on his firm chest. Once you two break the kiss you you two smile at each other.

“Te amo, mi amor!” Miles yells out as you start darting towards the front door.

“Te amo, mi corazón!” You yell just as you slam the door.

As you shuffle down the stairs you take off your Court Purple Jordan 1’s that Miles gave you as a ‘just cause’ gift. You begin taking off as much as you could until you got into the back entrance of your apartment building and began to fully strip and zip into your suit. Once you had your mask on you quickly slid your shoes back on and stuffed your previous clothes back into the bag. You shoot a web at the top of your apartment building and once you look inside to find Miles not in there you chuck your back inside your room, underneath your desk, and quickly closed the window with a web.

———

Once you get to the scene as you stand ontop of a building you are in shock at the scene you are looking at. Cars flipped, cars on fire, windows broken, buildings half torn down, sirens and alarms going off, and people yelling and screaming. And in the middle of it you see the big beast of Green Goblin. Ten times your weight, ten times your strength, ten times more scary in person. This was the beast that killed Peter Parker. It was not a criminal with a gun like what you are use to, this was a mutated monster that was trained to kill Spider-Man. You were terrified with what is presented before you but you knew if you did not do anything hundreds of people will get hurt. You might be breaking your last promise to Miles. You jump head first into the scene.

———

You finally land on your window as you gasp loudly for air. You slide your window carefully and quietly to make sure if anyone was in the apartment they would not hear you. Once you get inside you crawled towards the side of your bed and leaned against it. Your chest heaved up and down as you tried to catch your breath through the mask filled with the stench of sweat and blood. You carelessly yanked off your mask and threw it at the foot of the door with the light from the hallway just peeking through the door.

Your spider-sense started to tingle. A shiver down your back was sent from your tail bone to the crown of your head. Your ears started ringing viciously.

‘Shit someone’s here.’ You quickly used your webs to close the door, too weak to get up and lock it.

You weakly get up and limped over to your desk quickly to grab your bag that you threw back inside from the window. You kick off your shoes viciously as you hear the footsteps become louder and louder towards your door. You try and get your suit off but of course of all times your suit decides that it wants to be difficult and stick to your body with sweat and blood acting like glue.

“Fuck!” You say underneath your breath as you hear a knock on your door.

“(Y/n)?” You can hear Miles’ voice through the wood. “Are you back? I’m sorry that I wasn’t here once you got back.” I look at the door confused while still trying to get out of your stubborn suit.

He wasn't here the whole time? You thought he was just in the bathroom or something. Why did he leave? He would have told you if he was going somewhere.

“Why did you leave?” You asked through the door, trying to conceal the whinces your mouth gave off with every tug you did to get the suit off of your body.

“Uhh, m-my mom wanted me to get something from the store for her.” Miles said nervously. Your spider-senses knew he was lying, you could hear his heart racing.

“I know you’re lying to me Miles.” You say, slightly hurt he was lying to you about leaving you.

You finally got your suit off and was able to put your previous sweatpants and tank top back on. You use some wipes that you had on your desk and wipe off blood from your face and shoulder. You slide your suit underneath your bed without mind and you finally go to the door and open it up. There stood Miles with his hoodie and black puffer jacket on. In hand he had a dozen red roses standing between you two. Your heart softened at the jesture as you reached for the flowers.

“I-I am,” Miles confessed as he fidgets with his fingers and he looks down at the ground. “But I’m ready to…tell…you…” Miles’ face changes from scared to confused.

He bends down to your feet and once you see what he is reaching for you panic. Your mask. Left on the ground at your feet. You quickly bend down and throw it into the abis of your room. He looks up at you confused as you started to sweat with a poker face. He continued to scan your face and soon he grabbed your chin and turned your face to the side to see your eyebrow. One cut.

‘Shit’ you are panicking inside.

Miles pushes pass you and into your room. He quickly scans the room and picks up your mask. You gently place the flowers on your desk, ready to explain why you have been ignoring Miles for a couple months now.

“I have to come clean to. I haven’t been the most honest…either?” Miles looks down at you with furrowed brows while as he rubbed the mask between his…gloves?

Without thinking you take one of his large hands and begin inspecting them as you got closer and closer to Miles. You look up at him as he begins to sweat too but then you see his neck covered in a tight shirt.

“You never wear turtle neck compression shirts.” You comment and then it hits you.

‘No…it can’t be.’ You think to yourself. You let go of Miles hand and start grabbing the zipper on his red zip up hoodie.

“Yo, (Y/n) I was going to tell you but-” He started until you completely unzip his hoodie.

Your eyes widened at the spray painted red spider on his chest. Someone you have been bickering with for months and hated was also your boyfriend? You wanted to deny it. You started going through his pockets of his puffer and felt a piece of shiny fabric in his right pocket. You look up at your boyfriend with wide eyes. It was not until now where you two did not realize how close you two were, just inches away from each other’s noses.

‘No fucking way.’ You think to yourself.

You slowly pull out the fabric in his pocket and as you unravel the mask Miles goes back to staring at your mask too. And there it was, the black mask with big white eyes and red lining. You look up at him as tears start falling from your eyes. You push him away roughly and turned around to kick your bed. Miles was startled at your sudden outburst, never seeing this side of you. You sit down on your bed hunched over while you held Miles’ mask close to your forehead.

“Fuck, why did it need to be you?” You ask as you look up at Miles. “Of all people why did you need to be Spider-Man.”

“Why? Because you don’t wanna hate your boyfriend while on duty?” Miles asks, jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. Which is what you did not need.

“This isn’t fucking funny Miles!” You raised your voice which you immediately regretted once you saw Miles’ frightened expression. “The reason why I did not want Spider-Man and Widow to work together is because what if something happens to you like Peter Parker?” You look up at Miles almost pathetically. “Then what? I am left alone and hurt at the sametime because I developed a friendship with Spider-Man. I just don’t want you to get hurt Miles.”

“Mami,” Miles kneels down in front of you and holds both of your hands, his mask, and your mask in both of his hands. “I have no intention of ending up like him and I certainly have no intention of leaving you all alone.” Miles kisses your fresh scar on your eyebrow.

You pull your hands away from his and place his mask on the bed. You engulf his face in both of your hands and just stare at him. Your soft hands go over the fresh scratches from the night’s fight. You begin planting kisses on his face, wanting to show him nothing but unconditional love.

“Mi corazón,” You begin as you stare into Miles’ eyes. “Promise me that nothing will happen to you if we work together.” Miles smiles at you.

“As long as nothing happens to Widow.” Miles says which made you smile.

“I promise nothing will happen to Spider-Man.” You say, knowing you would let nothing happen to Spider-Man since he is your corazón.

“I promise nothing will happen to Widow.” Miles makes his promise to his amor.

#miles morales x y/n #miles morales x reader #spider woman #spider man across the spider verse #spider man into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderman #into the spider verse

[trcpicoz]

Domi or Mason w the ‘let’s use some of your toys’ stuff - maybe like a vibrator and butt plug or like a c0ck ring idk oh god it’s getting hot in here! <3

masterlist | prompts

warnings: 18+, smut, toys, creampie, rough sex, dominant dominik, sub reader, pet names like princess and baby

a/n: this is sooooo hot i love when ppl send the nastiest requests😩

by the time dominik got back home from training you were already using your vibrator to play with your pussy in the bed. dom could hear your cries for help with your orgasm “mmm fuck baby” you screamed pretending the vibrations were dominik’s sweet hums against your clit. he marched to your bedroom drooling thinking about how wet you were. dom opened the door to see your back arched ass in the air faced towards the door and face the pillows playing with yourself. “what a gorgeous view to come home to, a pretty slut bent over just for me” said dom with his hand down his pants. he walked up to you and pulled out his erection rubbing his tip which was red from how hard he was and began to cover it with your arousal. “i’m not a fucking slut dom” you said this while following his motions rubbing your clit against his needy length “if your not a slut then why are you rubbing against my cock like you want to get fucked?”. his words in his hungarian accent made you even wetter and then there was that feeling…his long wet tongue and full lucious lips sucking on your clit and drowning in your wetness. “dom please fuck me” he left one passionate long kiss on your clit almost sucking the life out of it “let’s use some of our toys”. dom slipped on his cock ring and grabbed your butt plug. dom slipped in the butt plug, “what’s that?” you asked wondering what the ring in his hand was “it’s a cock ring baby it’s gonna make me stay hard as a rock for my princess so she can cum all over my cock” you smiled knowing the princess he was referring to is you. dominik tried to slowly push himself in but the wetness made his cock slip and immediately bottom out “holy fuck dom” dominik immediately got scared he didn’t know if a stroke that fast and hard would hurt you “are you okay?” you moaned and pushed your pussy back onto his length “fuck me just like that baby i want it so fucking hard”. dominik fucked the shit out of you making your wetness splash all over the bed and on his abs “oh fuck baby you feel so good look at my little slut making a mess all on my cock” dominik kept fucking you and playing with your clit until you came at the same time as him letting him creampie inside you.

“are you okay baby?” dominik always made sure he didn’t hurt you and that you enjoyed sex “yeah i’m more than okay i feel so fucking good” you leaned in to kiss him passionately “i’ll pour you a glass of wine and we can clean up and relax in the bath tub together how does that sound?” dom said holding you from behind “yeah that sounds great i love you baby” “i love you too”

#footballer x reader #footballer smut #footballer x y/n #dominik szoboszlai x reader #footballer x you #dominik szoboszlai #dominik szoboszlai smut

[sheeple]

Miracles don't exist | Chapter 7: 12 Grimmault Place

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): None this chapter [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

Come to the alley behind the Three Broomsticks

─ S.B.

This is the last letter you received from Sirius before the Christmas break. You knew that he couldn't just pick you up from King's Cross Station, with his status as an escapee from Azkaban. Harry gave you a brief one-over about the situation with Sirius, Harry's parents, and a man called Wormtail.

So, that's why you stand behind said pub, snow up to your ankles. A popping sound not far from you is head and you turn your head. 

"Professor Lupin?", you ask surprised, seeing your previous DADA teacher appear from nowhere. 

He smiles softly, putting his hands in his coat pocket, "Just Remus is alright. Or Lupin. I'm no longer your teacher."

You nod, grabbing your suitcase and turn your body fully towards the man. "I assume you're the one who brings me to Sirius?"

Lupin shushes you, looking around for any onlookers. You snap your mouth shut. Lupin holds his arm out for you to take, and you do it unsurely. There is a pull on your navel and gone you are.

Not a moment later, you appear on a doorstep. As you stumble forwards, unsteady on your feet. The door swings open and you fall inside. A yelp escapes your lips and a groan once you land on your face.

Two pairs of arms help you up and steady you on your feet. Embarrassed, you wipe your hair out of your face and look at Sirius.

You've never actually met him, only read his scratchy handwriting. He is pale with his cheeks and eyes slightly sunken into and dark hair that's well trimmed. His suit is big on him and tattoos peak from under his dress shirt. He's exactly like Harry described him.

But you also see the resemblance between you and him. It's in the eyes. You both have the same eyes and look in them.

Sirius is nervous. His hands can't stay still as he sees you take him in. And he can't help to do the same. Your hair is dishevelled, but he notices it looks wild nonetheless. You're dressed in a fluffy sweater and well-tailored coat, mittens adorning your hands.

You're not sure what to say to Sirius. But thankfully you don't have to because Professor Lupin mumbles something about not leaving the house, to the both of you.

"Wait", you call out, turning to the man, "I need to do some Christmas shopping..."

Lupin sighs, pursing his lips before sighing again. "When?"

"I beg you a pardon?"

"When do you want to go shopping? I'll pick you up, bring you to wherever you want to go shopping and I want you back in a certain amount of hours."

You swallow, just understanding the level of discreetness that comes with staying with an escapee. "Wednesday? Two o'clock for four hours?"

Lupin nods and turns around, disappearing with a pop.

"Let me... take you to your room", says Sirius after a moment of silence, the both of you not knowing what to say to each other. 

As you are about to reach for your suitcase, Sirius stops you. "I've got a house elf for that. KREACHER?!" Sirius bellows the name of the poor elf, and you flinch. Sirius notices and visibly looks bad.

You wave him off. "I'm sorry, it's okay... It just reminds me of how Uncle Luce used to treat our previous house elf; Dobby. Kind creature, but skittish thanks to how my family treated him."

Sirius' brows knit as he takes your suitcase himself, leading you up the staircase of the townhouse. "Uncle Luce? You're not talking about Lucious Malfoy, are you?"

You bite your bottom lip, glancing down at the dusty dark green runner on the wooden floor. You don't dare to look up, afraid of what Sirius' expression will be. "Uncle Lucious and Aunt Narcissa Malfoy", you admit in a small voice.

Going up another set of stairs, Sirius hums. "So, you're not Cissy's kid. And there is no way they would take in Andy's. So that means you are..."

He stops a couple steps up from you, turning around to look at you. Truly look at you. And he sees the true resemblance. There are no words needed, you understand what he implicates.

"Why aren't you called Lestrange then?" Sirius is blunt, an abhor for his cousin clearly in his eyes.

You know it's best to lie until you know he is safe to trust. And he won't murder you. Or call someone who will. "Because Rodolphus Lestrange isn't my father. I don't know who it is. Nobody knows, only Bellatrix. And she's locked up."

It's an easy lie. One you've told many, many times. It's a lie that seems to satisfy Sirius. 

He nods and continues his trek up the stairs, you in tow. He stops at a door and opens it. The door creaks and the room behind is dark and dusty. Nobody has lived in this house for a long time. And it shows. Everything is hanging on threads, from the curtains to the cushions on the bed. Mould grows on the ceiling and some floorboards look like they are ready to cave in if you even look at them.

"It's not much, but it's the best room so far", admits Sirius sheepishly.

You turn towards your cousin and smile. "It's great. Thank you. For letting me stay here during Christmas."

Sirius gives you a small smile, "it was no problem. I like the company. I'll leave you alone to it. To unpack and such. Feel free to roam around, no room is off-limits. I only ask you to knock on the doors before entering."

You nod and Sirius takes his leave, disappearing down the creaking staircase.

Closing the door behind you, you throw your suitcase on the bed. A dust cloud pouffes up and you cough. You open the curtains and open the window as wide as it goes, letting the fresh air fill the room.

A large four-poster bed is placed in the middle of the room against the wall, and an ottoman is at the foot of the bed. A desk is under the window with a chair. On the other side of the room, next to the oaken closet, is a reading chair that would have been quite comfortable before the moths have taken over. 

The colours of the room remind you of your dorm: dark, almost black wood and dark green colours. Obviously has House Black been a proud Slytherin family.

After unpacking and somewhat un-dusting the bed, you peek your head outside of the room, listening. The house creaks and groans, as if it breathes. They say a house lives after many generations have stayed in it. 

You're out to find the bathroom, a nifty thing if you have to pee in the night. You do as Sirius has said, and knock on the first door you want to open, waiting for a second or two out of respect, before you open it slowly. Another bedroom. 

After two more doors, you've found the bathroom. It's like the rest of the house; dark, dusty, and mouldy. But the water is running and even some hot wat streams out of the faucet after a minute. So that's good.

Making your way downstairs ─ leaving the exploring to another day ─ you end up in a large formal room with a family tree as wallpaper. Some faces are blacked out, and you trace the spot above Sirius' name.

"My mother did that."

You jump up in the air and turn around to face Sirius with wide eyes, your heart beating in your throat. Sirius says nothing but comes to stand next to you, his hands in the pockets of his trousers.

"The night I ran away to stay with the Potters, my mother erased me from the family tree. She has done the same to Andy." He points to another burn mark, between your mother and your aunt. Do you have another aunt?

"Why?", is all you ask.

The answer is simple. "Andromeda married a muggle-born."

Your eyes travel around the room, seeing not many blackened portraits. Looking back to Andromeda, you spot your mother. And under her...

"That's me." You reach out and touch your portrait. It's quite nicely done. "Is it enchanted?", you question.

Sirius nods. "One of our ancestors did many, many years ago. We don't even know anymore."

He suddenly straightens his back and turns towards you. "I've made some lunch. Do you want to join me?" Sirius looks unsure.

You smile up at him heartily. "I would love to."

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Mortality

Ft:Mc, mammon

Game: obey me shall we date

Tw:character death, disturbing topics

Just please don’t interact if you can’t handle these types of ANGST fics 😭

Gender neutral MC

LESSON 16 SPOILERS

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It was just like any other day in the HoL, Lucifer was in his study running through paper after paper.

Mammon was in his bedroom sitting on his couch, counting Grimm and binding any devil points he had.

Leviathan sitting down infront of his computer waiting anxiously for the next “SSR limited ruri-chan!” Figure to go on auction.

Satan was in the library, looking around for a book about healing herbs for one of asmos face masks.

Asmodeus found himself sitting at his vanity, light shining down on his face as he fixed his eyeliner and lightly curled his Lucious hair.

Beelzebub? We all know where he was, Beel was in the kitchen slamming down the whole refrigerator after a long workout at the gym with his friends.

Mc well they- wait? Where is Mc?

Mc was running, hastily up the stairs to meet the beloved demon they have been sneaking to every night, it’s not like they liked him but he was one of their friends. And the thrill of defying Lucifer Lord of pride was way too good to stop!

There they sat, outside the bars of the attic having yet another conversation with the demon.

Wishing to be closer to him, Mc put their all into getting rid of those bars.

And one day, they did! Running up those same steps, to see that same demon, the one they have been seeing for almost a month now!

They were all antsy, trembling with excitement as belphegor opened his strong arms

Mc began to walk to belphegor, opening their arms just as wide, suddenly they were frozen, his hands gripping tightly on their throat as their feet raised from the ground

They gasped for air, they tried to scream, nothing came out but the gurgled sounds of pain.

Once belphegor was sure that they weren’t moving quite as much anymore..he threw them roughly to the ground, kicking them down the stairs letting their body roll to the bottom.

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Every brother in the house heard the loud maniacal laughter that filled their ears, not only did they recognize that laugh as their younger brother who was supposed to be in the human realm, they heard the thuds as the human laid at the bottom of the stairs

Switching to Mammons pov here! :)

Mammon heard the loud thuds, the maniacal laughter of his little brother.

But thats not all, he felt his humans pact tug for him, were they hurt?

Mammon was so confused, he didn’t know what to do but his first instinct was to get to his human as soon as possible, he ran faster than he’d ever ran before, when he got to the stair room, he saw Mc laying on the ground barely breathing, belphegor was being held back by Beelzebub while Lucifer in a panic was scolding and ordering around his brothers.

Mammons heart dropped in his chest as he stared at them.

Wasn’t he their protector?

And if so..why are they laying across from him half dead, he promised them, he told them that if he couldn’t protect them than they might as well die.

Mammons legs carried him to mc where he scooped their body into his arms

His brothers watched as mammon began to sob and tremble, he felt his heart ripping apart in his chest, he hadn’t cried this hard since Lilith

He held them tightly to his chest

He never meant it when he called it you a stupid human Mc

He didn’t mean it, so please keep your eyes open

Give him another chance to prove himself

He held their hand tightly and watched as their eyes shut, his tears dropping onto their face

…

He had loved them since the beginning

Ever since he laid their eyes on him he didn’t want to admit it but they were the most beautiful/handsome human he had ever laid his eyes on.

He wished he had admitted his love to them sooner

To their face

But now here he is, admitting it to their headstone, resting a bouquet of yellow roses on their grave next to the photo of them that was hung up

Mammon pressed his lips to it gently

He gripped the dirt tightly and lowered his head in respect..

In respect for the human he had loved

In respect for the human that had him kicking his feet and giggling whenever they shot him a text

In respect for the human that reminded him he wasn’t a filthy scum, but a demon lord

In respect for his human.

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Irresistible

Pairing: Joe KeeryxFemReader

Request: Can you write smut for Joe Keery where you both have went out to dinner with friends and tease each other all night under the table and finally get to the car and 🥵

18+ Only

“How’s the new summer home?” asked Natalia, taking a sip of her wine, the four of you enjoying a drink after the delicious meal you’d just enjoyed together. 

“Oh, it’s beautiful!” you crooned with a grin. “It’s in Brewster, right along the beach. You should see the wildflowers. The couple who owned the house before us loved to landscape and the gardens are beautiful. Joe got us one of those hammock swing chairs and I love spending my afternoons just curled up in it with a good book. The views are spectacular.”

“Reading isn’t the only thing we’ve done in that hammock,” Joe whispered in your ear so only you could hear, his large hand landing on your thigh. 

You smacked him playfully as you continued, “Spending the last month there has been a dream. Los Angeles is so chaotic. It’s been nice to slooo….” Your breath caught, voice rising an octave as calloused fingertips danced over your bare skin, darting just under the hem of your dress. 

“I’m sorry?” laughed Charlie. “You okay over there?”

“Mmmhmm,” you managed, nodding. Shooting daggers at Joe, you swallowed hard, fighting back your body’s desire to moan with pleasure as their fingers crept higher, along your inner thigh. Joe smirked at you. Jerk. Two could play this game. “I was saying…” You placed your own hand on his stomach and his eyebrows lifted. “It’s been so…” You cleared your throat as he brushed over the lace of your panties. “It’s been nice to slow down.”

“I get that,” Natalia nodded, smiling, completely unaware of the way Joe’s fingers were now slipping your panties to the side, index lazily running along your folds, teasing. Having no idea that your hand was working at the button on his pants before slipping into his waistband, running over his length, causing his entire body to tense next to you. “Charlie and I love Brooklyn but it’s always nice to get away from the insanity that is the big city and just unwind for a bit.”

“Yeah, and the insanity that is everything you do plastered all over social media,” Charlie added. 

“Yeah,” Joe piped up, brown eyes usually so full of light now dark and dangerous as he battled against the way you moved over him, his cock now hard as steel in your hand. “But you two seem to do pretty good with avoiding them.”

“We try,” Charlie laughed, “but they’re damn vultures.”

“Yeah. Did you know there were rumors that we split because no one had a picture of us for a while?” Natalia laughed. “Heaven forbid we just want to be alone and away from the cameras.”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded, biting your bottom lip, fighting back the urge to grind against Joe’s hand, fingers that had been teasing your clit now slipping inside you. Jesus, the things this man did to your body. Who gave a fuck about this dinner anymore? You wanted to drag him out of here by that lucious head of hair and have your way with him where you could be as loud as you damn well pleased. 

“I mean, how long did it take them to find out you two were dating?” asked Charlie. “I swear it was only a couple weeks before your faces were plasters on the internet.”

“Three weeks,” you squeaked out, forcing a smile when Joe’s fingers curled inside of you. If he didn’t calm down, your friends were going to know exactly what was going on under this table. Joe watched you with amusement but you could see the struggle he was having in the press of his lips, the way his jaw twitched, his other hand gripping his wineglass hard. You ran your thumb over the tip of his cock and he jerked slightly, knee hitting the table loudly.

“Are you two okay?” asked Natalia, eyes full of concern. “You seem a little off…”

“Yeah, just…we’ve got this thing I’ve just remembered,” Joe suddenly said, hand slipping from your panties. “I’m so sorry. It’s, uh…”

“My mom!” you yelled out, catching onto what he was doing. “My mom is coming into town tonight. She wants to see the new beach house and I completely forgot.”

“Oh…” Natalia frowned. “Well, okay.”

“I am so sorry to cut our evening short,” you told her and you were, truly, but if you didn’t get Joe’s cock in you soon, you were sure your body would implode with need. 

“Well, if you guys are going to be in Massachusetts for a while, we should meet up again,” Charlie told you both. “Maybe we could come down in a couple weeks and see the house ourselves.”

“Absolutely!” Joe exclaimed, a little too loudly, causing the couple to jump. “I’ll call you!”

He grabbed your hand, pulling you behind him as you called bye to your friends with a wave. Charlie and Natalia waved back, still confused at what had just transpired but you just couldn’t bring yourself to care. You’d call her tomorrow and smooth it all over. Joe dragged you to the car and then your back was pressed up against it, arched against the curve, his mouth on yours, tongue licking down your throat, hands roaming over your dress. 

Six months of this man. Six months of sex with this man and still you could not get enough. Your fingers tangled in that beautiful hair, leg lifting and hooking around his hip, pulling him against you, both of you moaning at the feel of his erection pressing against your center that was practically an inferno of desire at this point. 

Joe fumbled behind you, grasping at the door handle of the backseat. “Can’t wait to get home,” he mumbled against your mouth. “Lay down in the back, pretty girl, and take those panties off for me.”

You did as you were told, scooching yourself back until your head and neck were propped against the opposite door. Reaching under your dress, you pulled your panties down over your ankles, dropping them on the floor and spread your legs wide for him, lifting your dress up over your waist, exposing you to his feasting eyes. 

“Jesus,” he groaned, working at his pants, pushing them down to his ankles as he climbed in over you, struggling to close the door behind him. His tongue flattened, running over your pussy and you shuddered, crying out. He exhaled and you were so worked up, feeling you could cum just from his breath over your heat. “I need to fuck you so badly, baby.”

“Yes,” you breathed, fisting his shirt, pulling him up to you. “God, yes.”

Joe’s face pressed against your neck as he slid into you, both of you moaning in sweet release at finally getting what you’d been needing. He placed one hand on the window above you, the other gripping your hip under your dress as he began to move, rutting deep within you. 

“I needed you so damn bad,” Joe muttered. “When you came out in that dress, it was all I could fucking think about. I just couldn’t help myself at the table. I had to touch you, baby.”

“Jesus Christ, Joe,” you gasped, hands grabbing his ass, pulling him deeper within you. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Yeah?” he whispered, head dipping down to nip at your earlobe. “Tell me, baby. What do I do to you?”

You struggled through the fog of your building orgasm, trying to grasp the words through the haze, “You make me feel so good, Joe. You drive me crazy. I couldn’t…” You cut off, sucking in a sharp breath as he pulled the skin just behind your ear between his lips. “I couldn’t focus. I didn’t care about dinner anymore. I just needed you. You’re the only fucking thing I need.”

“That’s right, angel. I am the only thing you’ll ever need because I will always give you what you need,” he rumbled, tongue running down the side of your neck as his hips slammed into you hard, the door digging into your skin. “And you are all I need. Fuck, you make me so happy.”

“Joe…shit…baby…” you whimpered. 

“You’re close, aren’t you baby? That’s it. That’s my girl,” he soothed. “Let me feel you, pretty girl.”

“Oh Joe!” you screeched, nails digging into the flesh of his ass as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your body trembled beneath him. 

“Yes, angel. That’s my girl. Oh fuck, baby, I am so close…fuck…” he muttered, rocking against you, forehead pressed against yours. “The way you’re pulling me in…I can’t…fuck!”

Joe collapsed on top of you, head resting on your chest as he struggled to catch his breath. You weren’t sure if you could move, your body like ice cream on a hot day, all melty and gooey, unable to form a shape. It was always like this with him. Joe brought you to levels of pleasure you didn’t even know were possible. 

“Mmm…” he rumbled in satisfaction, kissing your collarbone. “I’m so glad we skipped out on dessert. This was so much better.”

“So much better,” you agreed with a blissed out smile. 

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[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

Just Playing Priscilla

Character/Fandom: Austin Butler - Elvis (2022)

Requested: Yes! - nonnies

Prompt: You're playing Priscilla and today is the day of the kiss scene filming. You and Austin have been feeling feelings for each other, but neither of you are confident enough to tell the other. When Austin plays coy during an interview, maybe things will change.

TW: none!

Rating: Pg || Word Count: 2200

A/N: this is so cuteee! that kiss scene tho 😭 🥵

🦋 Mila

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"And...action!" Baz's voice bounces off the walls in the small bedroom set.

You gulp and nervously pull at the bottom hem of your dress as Austin rises to go switch out the record. You let your eyes trace down his figure in the handsome military uniform that he wears for the scene. You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to breathe without shaking.

"The Colonel's promised me that when I get back, he's gonna set me up in Hollywood to be a serious actor," Austin says, fumbling around with the record player.

He glances back at you, just like he's supposed to in the script, and you feel your heart flutter when his blue eyes gaze into yours. His eyes drop back down and he smiles handsomely.

"That's really what I dream of," he reads the lines in a voice so heartfelt that you can't help but smile.

"EP, now EP," your costar, Jeremy, shouts his lines from the hallway. "Now you promised the captain that you'd get her home by seven."

Austin gets up again, just like the script says, and stalks over toward the door. Your eyes follow him, and you use the bed to push yourself up and stand. Austin slams the door and spins on his heel, and you bite your cheek again trying to ignore the heat that creeps into your face. You link your fingers in front of your stomach, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"You don't boss me around," Austin says the next line perfectly, and you smile sweetly at him again as he yanks the curtains on the window open to stare out.

You cross the room, feeling your heart thud with every step you take closer. He's standing with his back toward the window, right on his mark. There's just enough space for you to slide in next to him, and you tilt your head up to gaze into his eyes lovingly as you position yourself on top of the red X on the floor. You drop your eyes for a second as his hand travels to the wall next to you, stretching out by your head.

You know the script says you have to look him in the eyes, but you're afraid of what you might feel if you do. You gulp hard and bite the bullet, reattaching your eyes to his.

"You know, I think that if you dream it, you'll do it," you say quietly. You catch Austin's eyes flick down to your lips for a moment, and you wonder if he's still acting.

"You do?" he asks.

You're supposed to respond according to the script, but you just can't. You forget about the cameras for a moment, absorbed in his sea-blue eyes. And you just let a big smile spread across your features. You bite your tongue and nod enthusiastically, humming encouragingly. Now it's your turn to let your eyes peek at his lucious lips, practically begging you to kiss him. Luckily that's exactly what the script orders.

You stare up at Austin, your heart slamming against your chest. He just looks down at you with soft blue eyes and starts to slowly, painfully lean down. You stretch out your neck and tilt it, preparing for the kiss that you've been craving for weeks now. You gently brush your noses together, and your breath audibly shakes. Your eyes shutter closed, and you let your body feel all of the emotions and physical sensations of the moment. You both hesitate for what feels like forever.

You have built up quite a major crush on Austin the past few weeks on set. He's incredibly handsome and so sweet and genuine. You have already filmed some of the less happy scenes, the ones where you are sort of in the background while he's front and center. As soon as you'd read the script, you'd known you were in for a wild ride. You and Austin have spent a lot of time together, and you're great friends now, but...you both just feel the slightest bit awkward. Like there's something between you that you just can't get through. On your side, at least, you know that it's an intense physical attraction which is quickly turning into some form of love. On Austin's side, well...it sometimes seems like the same. But neither of you can be sure nor do you want to out yourself before you're positive the other feels the same.

After what feels like a lifetime, Austin finally presses his soft lips to yours. You kiss him back, feeling the butterflies in your stomach doing somersaults. You move your head back slightly, remembering that the kiss is just supposed to be a sweet, chaste one, but Austin leans forward, refusing to let your lips free. Your fingers instinctively fly up to his face, holding his lips against yours. When you separate, you glance back up at him and realize that neither of you are acting anymore.

"Cut! That was perfect, guys," Baz says with a smile. "Let's reset and do one more take, although I don't think we need it."

While you're resetting the scene, you and Austin sit back down on the ground together. You avoid his eyes.

"That was great improv," he finally says quietly as people rush around you to get the set put back together.

"What are you talking about?"

"Holding my face like that," he says. "It was a great touch. And...very sweet. I liked it."

You have only enough time to smile before Baz yells action once again. You feel both awkward and soothed at his compliment, maybe wondering if Austin could feel the same for you that you feel for him.

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“So we’ll just run through a few questions, like maybe five or so, if that sounds alright?”

You nod along with Austin.

“Sounds perfect,” Austin responds with a smile.

You glance over at him out of the corner of your eye. He’s looking particularly handsome today in a plain white t-shirt, a dark green jacket, and a pair of blue jeans. You subtly bite your lip to keep from smiling at his appearance. You refocus your attention on the interviewer as they get the cameras set up.

“Good to go!” one of the cameramen shouts with a thumbs up.

“Wonderful, so first of all, congratulations on the film! It was absolutely amazing!” the interviewer begins.

“Thank you so much! We’re very, very proud of it!” you answer.

“You definitely should be! So, Austin…” the interviewer directs a question toward your costar, and you allow yourself to zone out for a moment.

“You know it was a lot of work, but having people like Y/N around is one of the reasons I was able to successfully portray Elvis,” Austin answers. “As an actor, you know, you feed off of the energy from the other actors. So it makes all the difference in the world to have someone opposite you who really understands the character and gives you that emotion that you need.”

“Absolutely and, Y/N, obviously playing Priscilla means that you have to be comfortable with conveying a wide range of emotions. How did you channel emotions for the different scenes?”

“Of course, Priscilla goes through a lot in the movie. Being able to chat with the real Priscilla was overwhelmingly helpful. I got to know her as a person, as a mother, and as Elvis’ wife. I got to pick up on some of her mannerisms, the way she moves and talks. It really helped me to imagine how she must have felt at different points during her life. And she is also a woman, so I just tried to relate with her on a human level as well. How would I feel, as a human being, if this was happening to me?”

“That's incredible. And obviously one of the major scenes and plot points of the film is the relationship between Priscilla and Elvis. If I can just say, that kiss scene was absolutely magical!”

As soon as the interviewer mentions the kiss scene, you feel your blood go cold and your muscles tighten. You gulp, trying to force a smile. And god do anything but think back to that moment. To that day when everything had changed for you. Your fingers in your lap begin to dig into your thigh through your jeans. You anxiously scratch at the fabric with a fingernail, chewing on the inside of your cheek. You can feel Austin’s eyes on you, but you stare straight ahead and avoid all eye contact with him. You suddenly feel his fingers grabbing onto yours, pushing your hand out of the way to rest his palm on top of your thigh. You clench your jaw, hoping the interviewer couldn’t see.

“Just so romantic, and it felt incredibly real. As actors, how do you get over the awkwardness to make the audience believe that you’re really in love?”

For some reason, the interviewer looks to you for an answer. You freeze up.

“Well, uh, you know as actors you just…” you glance at Austin for help. His eyes widen when he receives the message.

“You make the best of the situation. Although in this particular case, it was easier than usual,” he says, throwing a sweet smile in your direction. “I didn’t have to do much acting with someone as beautiful as Y/N sitting across from me.”

Your back straightens a little when he squeezes your thigh gently. You glare at him for a quick moment. He winks and bites his lip.

“Oh, I’m sure! Y/N what was it like to see Austin all made up as Elvis? Was he as swoon worthy as the real Elvis?”

“Yes, of course! Our makeup team is very talented, ” you say with nervous laughter.

You make eye contact with Austin and lose your train of thought. You only mean to glance at him, but you can't tear your eyes away. The way he’s looking at you throws you right back into the kiss scene. The tenderness in his bright blue eyes, the ways his plump pink lips are parted gently, looking so inviting. The softness in his demeanor as he leans toward you.

“It was magical,” you finish your sentence, feeling your own eyes soften as they stare into his beautiful blue ones. “Truly magical.”

The rest of the interview goes quickly, without anything of note. Well, besides Austin’s fingers constantly gripping and then releasing the skin of your thigh. Even though you try to pry his fingers off a few times, they somehow always make their way back to that same spot. You huff, eventually allowing them to remain there. And, of course, there are the little glances that you and Austin are shooting at each other every few seconds. As one of the crew members flashes a hand with two fingers raised, you breathe a sigh of relief thinking you've fooled the interviewer.

“I think we have time for one more question. And while I had one planned, I just have to ask a different one. Are you two…” the interviewer pauses, flipping her finger between you and Austin, “...together? Or is all this flirting I’m seeing just for the press?”

You feel the blood drain from your face and freeze. You're taken aback by the bluntness of the question. You’re sure you’re giving the editors a wonderful thumbnail image: you sitting there with wide eyes and a dead straight mouth. Austin just laughs, handling the whole situation with class and style as he always does.

“I think we’ll let you speculate on that for now,” he responds, squeezing your thigh again.

The interviewer cocks an eyebrow as the cameraman shouts to end the interview. They restack their papers and stand.

"I would figure out what your story is," they say, turning to leave. "Before another interviewer comes in who's not as subtle as I am."

You sigh as they leave, still sitting perfectly still, frozen with surprise. The crew members get busy around you, resetting the cameras and taking their five-minute breaks before another interviewer comes into the small room. You avoid everything to do with Austin, refusing to look at him or touch him. Refusing to give him the time of day.

"So, what is it?" Austin says in a low voice.

"What are you talking about, Austin?" you ask, refusing to look him in the eye.

"Our story?" he presses. "What is it?"

You say nothing, just look at him. You gulp as he stares over at you. Your eyes flick down to those lips and you think again about the kiss scene and all of the feelings that had been coursing through your body then return with a vengeance. You lean over the chair, grabbing his face and pressing your lips onto his. You squeeze your eyes shut and kiss him hard until his fingers find your neck, pulling you against him. You can just barely feel the corners of his mouth turn up into a smile as he kisses you. When you pull back, you gaze into his eyes, and he chuckles softly before speaking.

"Well, I guess that answers my question."

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Ch. 5

Narrative

Sonya, their mother, set the table with the food, plates, and sliverware. Nalae got home from her date—her very first date, by the way. She told her mama and pops that she invited him and his uncle over to dinner. Sonya and her husband, Malik, were disappointed because they were unable to see her leave on her date.

Sonya & Malik

Tisha and Anthony are in charge when they can't be here, and they were told that she laid down the law before she left. Tisha can be very violent and threatening, especially when it comes to Nae and Mar, but she is mainly protective of Nae, who has never been on a date or had a boyfriend.

 

Sonya and Malik became aware of Mar hanging around the boy Nae went on a date with. Mar told them about Marcus, or Lucious, if you will, and that they were friends. And about him missing school and his grades dropping, he promised them he wouldn't miss any more school and would get his grades back up.

 

He told them that Marcus was a good person; he simply did bad things to survive. His mother knew all too well about doing bad things in order for her family to survive.

 

His parents recognized that Marcus hustled to make ends meet, but that didn't mean he wanted the boy around their daughter. When Malik and Sonya moved into this house and into this neighborhood, they stopped hustling, killing, robbing, and so on.

 

Are they proud of it? Of course not, but a parent will go to any length to make sure their kids are straight. But their pops promised to be on his best behavior tonight and not get disrespectful in any way.

 

Sonya was the type of person who had the biggest heart. She was caring and understanding. She would invite you to dinner, bring you fresh baked goods, etc.

 

You'd think she's just a nice, friendly mother, and you'd be right. But she does those things all the time just to read people. Outsiders, to be exact. That was her job; it was how they got money and safety connections. It's how Malik got to be a doctor; it's how Sonya got to be a lawyer. Did they cheat their way up there? Possibly. But don't get it twisted; they worked their ass off to be where they are now. Sonya is an amazing lawyer and has legal connections. Malik is an extraordinary doctor; whenever things get bad, he has to do things you pray about later.

 

Sonya got to know the people around her. By reading you and knowing every detail about you, even the secrets your own mama doesn't know about, But, once again, that was her job. She was the brains, and her husband was the one who had to go 'handle' things because her husband wouldn't allow her to. Not that her husband wasn't intelligent; in fact, he was extremely perceptive. He was never the yelling or getting in your face type of mad. He was calm and collected; he was very much a watch-and-listen type of person.

 

Their mother chopped up mint leaves and mixed them into the lemonades. She made a peach raspberry lemonade and a regular lemonade. She put them in the fridge to chill. She walked out of the kitchen to the bottom of the stairs and yelled to see if the kids were ready.

 

Tisha had also told her mom she had a boy coming over to dinner too. She said the boy she invited was also friends with the boy Nae went on a date with.

 

Nae sat on the high stool in her bathroom while Tisha was flat-ironing her hair. She cut her ends, which were shorter than usual. She had her hair straight with a swoop and whispy curls on the ends. She got up, thanked her sister, and even asked if she wanted her to do hers.

Nae's and Tisha's hair

Tisha had long, curly hair like Nae's when they were little kids. When Tisha first got into high school, she cut it into a pixie cut. She sometimes let it get longer into a bob but would cut it again.

Nae finished Tisha's hair, and she thanked Nae, leaving the bathroom and going out of her room to finish getting dressed. Nae walked to her full-length mirror and checked herself out. She added two gold necklaces, plus her name plate necklace. She doesn't know what to do with her shoes, so she puts on her white-forced ones.

Nae's and Tisha's outfit

 

In Tisha's room, she looked at herself and thought she looked good. Tisha wasn't a dressy type of person. She was more tomboy-like. Tisha was comfortable with her sexuality; she was confident with a touch of arrogance and cockiness. She was bold and blunt; she didn't care if what she said hurt your feelings. Because, probably nine times out of ten, you probably had to hear it: She could absolutely be an asshole when she wanted to be.

 

Tisha put on a gold necklace and rings on her fingers and put on her brown Air Force ones to match her outfit. Her mom and pops would tell her she was showing too much skin, but they would honestly be arguing with a brick wall. Because Tisha was going to do what she wanted. She had the records to prove it. The many times Tisha has been in and out of jail, she would have made any other mother give up. But it wasn't because Tisha liked fighting; she was the type of sister to fight Nalae's battles because she constantly stayed bullied. And Tisha wasn't going for that shit.

 

So her parents won't be mad at it. They were taught to look after each other, and their mom told them that violence wasn't always the answer. But that concept came in and out of the window when it came to disrespect.

 

She walked out of her room and went into her cousin's room, saw both of them in there, and told them to come downstairs. They figured Nae was already downstairs. They walked into the dining room and helped with whatever else their mama needed help with.

 

Their mom cooked smothered fried chicken, collard greens, mashed potatoes, and a peach cobbler. Oh, and honey-butter corn bread. We can't forget that.

 

There was no cooking better than their mom's. Their pops can throw down too, especially on the grill; ribs were his specialty.

 

Tisha and Nae told them to behave themselves. They rolled their eyes and nodded. A knock on the door stopped what they were doing, and Nae anxiously checked herself while their mom went to get the door.

 

She opened the door to see two of the boys holding flowers and the other holding wine. She introduced herself and welcomed them in. The light-skinned boy said his name was Marcus and gave her the flowers from his uncle, saying he couldn't make it. She took no offense to it and told Marcus to say thank you for the flowers. And the dark-skinned boy said his name was Caine and handed her the bottle of wine.

 

She gave them a big smile and told them to follow her into the dining room. When they walked into the room, the smell of the food hit their noses. Marcus and Caine shook their hands and were told to sit down at the table.

 

Marcus looked at Nalae and smiled at her. She looked so beautiful; he swears that every time he sees her, he notices something new about her. He thought she looked beautiful with her hair flat-ironed. And he couldn't help himself to stare at her figure in the dress; to him, she had the perfect amount of body. Slim waist, but she had a small amount of chub in the stomach, but he doesn't mind that. She had wide hips and thick thighs. But Marcus didn't just want to fuck her; he had actual feelings for her. And it seems they were getting stronger every day.

Marcus and Caine's outfit

Nalae looked at Marcus and thought he looked so fine and handsome. His smile gave her butterflies. Her feelings for this boy continued to grow day by day. He was smart, funny, and ambitious, and he made his own music. He told her that was something he was really passionate about. Just everything about him drew her in.

 

She wondered why his uncle didn't come with him; maybe he wasn't feeling well. But it was sweet of him to get her mom some flowers. That made her smile. She looked back at Marcus and smiled at me, causing him to smile softly back at her.

 

Caine looked at Tisha and thought she looked sexy as hell. Tisha was tall, slim-waisted, and had a big ass. Caine was 6'9, so he could still look down on her. Tisha was all dat; they've been talking for a couple of weeks, and they have almost everything in common.

 

He noticed Tisha that day when she and Anthony dragged Lamar away, mad that he was hanging around them. So the next time he saw Mar, he asked him to let him holla at his big sister, and Marc gave him her number. She didn't want to give him the time of day at first, but he kept bugging her, and she caved in. She told him if he wasted her time, she was going to cut him.

 

But since that day, they have been talking every day. Hanging out every other day, he just hasn't met a girl like her before, and to say she was already his and didn't know it was an understatement.

 

Tisha smirked at Caine and saw how fine he looked. They had been talking for some time, and if she was being honest, she genuinely liked him. And that's saying sum, because no nigga or bitch could give her feelings.

 

Tisha wasn't the relationship type. But to her, Caine was different. He was smart, funny, and nonchalant; he was overall cool and collected. And her favorite thing about him was that he matched her sex appeal; that man was freaky. They matched each other's personalities well. But what she enjoyed was that they had real ass conversations about their future, and she liked that.

 

-Time Skip-

 

They were an hour into dinner when Marcus and Caine introduced themselves to the family. Marcus told their mom that both of his parents were dead and that he now lives with his uncle. He told them he was the only child and that he hustles.

 

Caine told them that his father was killed by police brutality. He has two younger sisters and one older brother. He also said that he hustles on the side with Marcus to help support his mother. He graduated high school early, and he and Marcus grew up together.

 

Sonya tells them both that she does not judge or think lowly of them for what they do, but that she understands they do it to survive.

 

But she also told them that when people hustle, it's to better themselves, so once you've made enough money for yourself and your family, you and your family should leave your environment so you can live a better life.

 

 

Because, even if there are people who enjoy street life, the majority of them do it to better themselves for their future. So don't waste your time trying to be someone you're not.

 

 

Through the meal, Marcus and Nae exchanged glances and flirted with each other a little. But it was harmless; they were in front of her parents. Sonya asked Marcus about his date with Nalae, and he said he took her to have dinner with him and his uncle.

 

Sonya teased him, saying, "Oh, you were making sure your uncle approved of her, huh? Had to make sure she was up to par." She said, playfully crossing her arms. with the rest of the table agreeing. Marcus chuckled and shook his head, saying, "Something like that." Eating some peach cobbler and complimenting Sonya on how good it tastes

 

"So did he approve of her?" She asks him. Marcus looked up from his plate and looked around the table as they stared at him, waiting for an answer. Marcus looked at Nae, gave a sincere smile, and said, "Yeah, he did. He said he liked her. And to bring her over again." Nalae gave a shy smile and told Marcus to tell his uncle, Thank you for having her over.

 

Marcus picked up his glass, staring at Nae, and said, "You look so beautiful; thank you for inviting me." Nae's face got hot, and she told him he was welcome to come over any time. Sonya looked at the two and smiled, thinking they were cute. She looked at her husband, who stared at Marcus and Caine with a stotic expression; he ain't said but a few words the entire dinner.

 

But that was his way of figuring them out.

 

Caine had also said that Tisha looked beautiful and that he liked her outfit. Tisha wasn't too fond of the word beautiful; she didn't mind it, but she knew that wasn't the word Caine wanted to use. So she said, "I know that ain't what you wanted to say. You can say it. I look fine, don't I?" She questioned him, and the table busted into laughter. Except for her daddy, who glared at the girl.

 

When dinner was over, Marcus and Caine volunteered to help with the dishes, but Sonya said it was ok that Ant and Mar were going to do them. Sonya gave Marcus and Caine leftovers to take home to their families and extra cobbler. Marcus got a call saying that he had to leave, but he enjoyed his time. He walked over to Nae, who looked at him shyly and gave him a hug.

 

He smelled so damn good, he lifted her lightly off the ground, causing her to giggle. He placed her down and kissed her cheek, telling her he'd call her later. Caine went to hug Tisha and tried to kiss her cheek, but she smushed his face away, scrunching up her face, calling him ugly.

 

"Yeah, ok, I'll call you later." He said, smiling, walking to the door. Sonya walked behind them and thanked them for coming. She held out her arms, giving them a small smile. Marcus gave her a small hug, taking in her warmth. It's been a long time since he's felt motherly love, and if he was being honest, he liked the feeling. She let go of him, cupped his cheeks, and told him to be safe. She hugged Caine and did the same action, also telling him to be safe.

 

She opened the door, and Caine was the first one to walk out. Marcus felt a tug on his jacket and looked to see that it was Nalae. She went to hug him again and kiss him on the cheek. They stared into each other's eyes and slowly leaned in and kissed. It only lasted a minute before he mumbled that he had to go and that he'd call her later. He gave her mom another smile and walked down the steps to his car, where Caine was waiting.

 

Nae stood at the door, waved bye to them one last time, and watched them pull off.

#black reader #black writers #black tumblr #self post #tumblelog #black girls #black representation #poc reader #poc writer #black excellence #devante swing #mr. dalvin #marlon wayans #terrence howard #tyrin turner #90s love #90s black love #90s men #90s throwback #lucious lyon #empire on fox #it's hard out here #paisholotus

[capturedbeauty]

#just one touch #lucious bottom #take me as you please #tight butts drive me nuts #so smooth #tasty cakes

[dienette-666]

[GUTS SPILLING OUT] - Unit S.L.E.D.G.E Leon S Kennedy x OC

Pairing: Leon S Kennedy x OC Tags: cheeky, flirting, sexual tension, building of a relationship, strangers to lovers, injuries, mental health, past trauma, TW: graphic description of wounds, overcoming trauma, emotional bond, Summary: A sarcastic and even more so traumatized BSAA Officer found her peace of mind in the lucious green of Woodkirk's forests, where BSAA authorities had "kindly" established the rehabilitation and training camp "ReTra" vor all soldiers too messed up and broken down to be immediately sent back into yet another suicide mission for the greater good. However, a slash to her guts later along with a marathon to run for her life and a missed swoosh to the head of a mysterious blonde with her coat rack, the brunette found herself acquainted with Leon S Kennedy himself.

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PART ONE - Guts spilling out

The dawn of this very Sunday - it was April - had announced itself mightily, by silencing the chirping birds and striking the pale, blue sky with its suffocating clouds of an ashy grey color. Even the moon had been greedy with its glow – merely scattering weak beams of light upon the busy highways and rural areas.

In the pulsating darkness of that night, swollen puddles marked the sodden gravel paths, cold drizzle tickled the calm surfaces of nearby waters and the whistling wind lulled even the most reluctant visitor to the "ReTra camp" in Woodkirk to sleep.

The sun hadn’t even set properly, as its golden rays were harshly swallowed by dense towers of clouds and the first droplets of rain had started falling, right when General Brooks was busy locking the entrance to the camp with two thick chains and called in the last soldier, who hadn't stopped running his legs sore since afternoon.

While ReTra therefore proceeded according to its daily protocol, everyone stationed there knew how to behave and peacefully settled into their cabins as dusk fell, rushing tires screeched wildly across the asphalt of the adjacent highway, hurling themselves through the sticky mud of nearby dirt roads and finally, coming to a silent halt at the edge of the Woodkirk forest – smoking with frictional heat.

Between its untouched treetops and massive rocks, no roaring truck and no agile bike could fit, but only the brunette with her body's exhaling strength.

The dripping wet leaves of shrubs along her path clung to the tattered sleeve of her dark green plaid button up, while the cold rain settled around her shoulders like a stinging breeze, drawing an icy chill into her skin and causing her muscles to stiffen.

The hem of her flared jeans soaked up the muddy water, that she flung up the narrow gravel path with each disoriented step.

She was not a prepared hiker, a secret agent in a tight black outfit, nor a brainless teenager, seeking adrenaline in the shadows of the night.

For if she were a hiker, she'd be lugging a heavy backpack, lacing sturdy trekking shoes with a rough profile around her feet, and throwing on tactical pants with a cheeky camouflage print, instead of hurrying around knee-high grass in nothing but a plaid shirt and way too fancy bell-bottoms, tearing her elbows on the rough bark of ancient trees.

The panicked brunette seemed out of place and completely ill-fitted in the overgrown wilderness that surrounded her like a pitch-black cave.

The only thing that even remotely aired her true purpose, was a leather weapon holster that strapped tightly around her thigh, but was yelpingly empty.

However, her determined steps, the straight path she steadily took and the committed glance she cast, before turning in yet another direction, revealed that she couldn't have been lost after all.

Calculated yet staggering weakly, she turned left when she had to and held her course until a right fork called out to her.

The flat heel of her neat Chucks sank deep into the dirt and rose from the slippery ground again, this time stained by mud, while her hurried steps began to lose their span and pace.

Each breath squeezed her chest tightly, only to puff it up widely again in the next moment - forcing the forest's moist air into her lungs.

Her calves began to toughen like over-chewed gum and the white tank top under her button-up became so wet, that she gradually grew unable to distinguish the rain from her bleeding wound.

It was an oozing wound, her brutally torn skin in the shape of three barbaric claw marks and the fleshy red color, which melted into the fibers of her simple white top.

With every of her snorting breaths and each time the muscles of her abdomen spasmed into a cramp, its ribbed fabric got stuck in the throbbing gash and plucked at it to the brunette's suffering.

The wide cuts stamped themselves into the cloth of her white tank top, yet gradually washed away with the pattering rain.

So, the top wrapped itself tighter and tighter around her shaken ribs, whereas the browned blood slowly soaked itself up to her bra and exposed the paleness of her cold skin underneath.

Eventually there came a point, when she no longer knew to make out whether the wetness around the waistband of her pants came from the insatiable rain, or if it was the gore pouring out of her own guts.

Therewith came black dots flickering in her vision - a shallow drift from consciousness to unconsciousness - and yet the brunette kept tramping through the undergrowth, until the forest’s dense trees gradually thinned out and the pitch-black outline of the training camp appeared against the pale night sky.

Her temples were undercut with blood, her upper lip viciously torn on the right side, and the inside of her cheeks completely chewed up by the grinding bites, that the pain coaxed out of her.

With the brunette’s lips trembling as if she was freezing terribly and her left arm wrapped around her crunching ribs, she ducked under the wetly dripping chains of the entrance with the last strength of her numb legs - already plotting out the way to her cabin in her fogged-up mind. The edge of her delicate shoe tore gravel along, whilst her weight stirred up the swollen ground under her soles into narrow streaks and left irrevocable traces of her presence. And yet, she met her silently planned route to the meter. 

Thus, however, the moment of unbarring pain announced itself, where the overflowing aches of her torn skin began to mimic the beating of her very heart and the searing burning became more overwhelming, than the brunette could have ever been able to endure.

The nipping of her teeth into the sore flesh of her cheek, the embattled grip of her pointed fingernails into the sides of her torso, and the harsh growl that escaped her throat like a bestial snarl, were nowhere near enough to express the pain and terrified panic within her.

Although the seriously wounded brunette did not want to arouse any commotion, let alone wake any of her sleeping comrades, her unbearable suffering chased any of those rational thoughts out of her mind a unbarring pain and replaced her initial cautiousness with an animalistic instinct of survival.

The staggered sleeping cabins were built across a large courtyard, that was meant for the locally stationed residents' morning runs, whereas the panting brunette hardly even arrived at the corner of the guard house in the entrance area of the ReTra camp.

Eventually, her knees blocked from advancing, begging for a break, right as they let out a rusty crack and inevitably forced the brunette to halt and clamp her red-stained fingers around a rusty rain pipe for a brief moment.

The stained metal tube vibrated under her fingertips, as masses of water washed through, giving her a new sensation to focus on.

However, it would never be cold or rushing enough, to quench the infinitely deep ache clawing at her waist.

Losing her balance on one of her heels, the brunette therefore grasped the rippling pipe all the tighter and ultimately couldn't take it anymore.

Each of her vertebrae curled into a quivering hollowed back, while she pitifully reached her right arm to the ground, trembling bitterly, until finally a thundering scream tore itself from her throat, which she had tried to suppress for so long.

It made her lips twitch and her cheeks tremble - a frothy thread of saliva dripping from her split lips as she contorted her face for a moment, to unravel the true despair inside, leaving her torso to hang down inevitably exhausted. 

The pain-distorted scream, that got louder as her suffering reached a new high, echoed across each pebble amongst the soaked dirt, moving every little puddle, and yet the courtyard remained silently still.

Before her arrival, the brunette had managed not to sob and to even forget the wound on her stomach, due to the ferally pumping adrenaline in her body.

But now, as she already saw the safety of her little cabin from a reachable distance and knew to soon have reached her destination, she was given no other choice, than to be caught by the sheer horror that marked her abdomen.

Thus, the intolerable rumbling in her guts continued to plague her, but the brunette finally gave herself a firm jerk away from the downpipe, stumbling for a few steps at first, but then compulsively catching herself and fighting against every throb of her wounds.

The purposeful brunette, who had previously turned nimbly around every tree and ducked just when she had to, turned into a disoriented woman who, from one blink of an eye to the next, was suddenly no longer certain which cabin was really hers.

Her memory deceived her treacherously, as she first tried the small key to her room on the iron lock of one of the six doors and tried to hit the keyhole with her dazed, numb fingers.

Followingly, the grooves of her silver key struck the rusty lock unsuccessfully at first, right before the brunette ended up jiggling at it in frustration.

The old wooden door wobbled on its hinges, but would not open at any price. And that was simply, because it was the wrong one.

With great effort, she spluttered in confusion, shimmying herself to the knob of the adjacent door and crashed into it uncontrollably, as her trembling fingers tried to thread the key inside once more.

This time its indentations fit like a glove and so the dizzy brunette turned the key a few times to her right, before immediately pushing the door open.

#leon kennedy #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 4 #resident evil #leon s kennedy #bloodbath #cw: gore #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #female reader #oc

[parkerbombshell]

Just Another Menace Sunday w 1019/ Mediocre

New Shows Sundays 4pm EST bombshellradio.com Repeats Wednesdays 1pm EST and Fridays 6pm EST Archival Shows Daily 6pm  EST "Just Another Menace Sunday" radio thing. Hour 1: A Conversation From the Menace Hollywood Knolls Studio with Mediocre and their Musical Sandwich! Hour 2: New Melodic Rock 'n Roll from: Soft Science, Soup Dragons, Girl and Girl, Dope Lemon, Chemical Brothers feat. Beck, Richard Hawley, Mantra Of The Cosmos, Vince Clarke, Blue, Rural Alberta Advantage, Tim Kinsella & Jenny Pulse, The Terrys!   This Week's Interview: Medicore

This Week – Episode #1019 A CONVERSATION WITH MEDIOCRE AND THEIR MUSICAL SANDWICH (09/10/2023) Theme Song Just Another Menace Sunday Theme (Dennis The Menace) - Mighty Six Ninety Hour 1 A CONVERSATION WITH MEDIOCRE AND THEIR MUSICAL SANDWICH OPENING SONG: Pop Song – Mediocre MEDIOCRE MUSICAL SANDWICH: TOP BREAD: Mattress Bitch – Mediocre Goodnight And Go – Imogen Heap Shoelaces – Prince Daddy & The Hyenas Yakitori – Otoboke Beaver You’re No Rock And Roll Fun – Sleater-Kinney Angels – Amyl & The Shiffers Dance – ESG You Can Be Mean – Indigo Desouza Action – Chai Helicopter – Bloc Party Empty – Metric Nineteen – Tegan and Sara Naked Eye – Lucious Jackson BOTTOM BREAD: To Know You’re Screwed Is To Know A Lot – Medicore Hour 2 NEW MELODIC ROCK & ROLL OPENING SONG: True – Soft Science (Shelflife) Love Is Love – Soup Dragons (Raw TV Products) No Music On A Dead Planet – Soup Dragons feat. Fred Schneider (Raw TV Products) Dance Now – Girl and Girl (Sub Pop) Miami Baby – Dope Lemon (BMG) Skipping Like A Stone – Chemical Brothers feat. Beck (Virgin) Not The Only Road – Richard Hawley (BMG) X (Wot You Sayin’) – Mantra of The Cosmos (BMG) The Lamentations Of Jeremiah – Vince Clarke (Mute) Barbaric – Blur (Parlophone) Conductors – Rural Alberta Advantage (Saddle Creek) Over And Over – Tim Kinsella & Jenny Pulse (Kill Rock Stars) CLOSING SONG: Silent Disco – The Terrys (Self Release)   Read the full article

#bombshellradio #DennistheMenace #dj #justanothermenacesunday #melodicrock #radioreplay #radioshow #today #TuneInRadio #Alternative #Interview #rock

[ness-plays-wizards]

Lucious Route Chapter 1 (11-15)

Last time on the Lucious route, Liz’s dream veers a hard left into weird nightmare, then she heads down to the night school after the Labyrinth entrance disappears. No explanation is given to how Caesar even survived the last route, and the prefects decide that they need Zeus to summon something to get them into the Labyrinth.

Zeus decides that his summoning ritual is risky, so he’ll go in alone, but everybody else decides against that and joins him in the summoning circle.

Zeus’s summoning circle turns green and the ground disappears. Operating on I guess Looney Tunes logic, there’s enough time for some comedic exchanges before everybody plummets into darkness, then they land in the Illusion Station.

I always knew Zeus was a bottom.

Taffy appears again for some reason, and since I’ve forgotten if I’ve showed a picture of him already, it’s the normal Taffy, not the one that’s just Remy pretending to be Taffy. Except he doesn’t do anything plot relevant, so I don’t know why I typed this out.

Lucious appears, and everyone tells him about the Labyrinth exit disappearing. Then Liz has to leave because she has the dreaded 8 am class period. 

Queued for August 10

#wizardess heart #shall we date #solmare #lucious route #liz heart #zeus brundle #hiro tachibana #caesar raphael #lucious duller

[louis-arssets]

25 Days of Drarry - Day 6

Day 6 of 25 Days of Drarry

Prompt F -- Cake and Gingerbread Village

Image Description: A tall cake sits on a silver plate. The cake is roughly iced with white buttercream, decorations of rosemary sprigs, and deep red cherries form a border on top of the cake. Various gingerbread cookies decorated with plain white icing to look like houses and shop-fronts sit around the sides of the cake, while two more cookies are at the center-top of the cake. Three books are pictured to the top left of the scene, their covers deep red, gilded gold and silver. A single coupe glass filled with a light-pink coloured liquid is partially visible to the top right, and some loose rosemary leaves are on the table to the bottom left.

Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, soft, Nervous!Draco

Read more under the cut or here on AO3.

Draco is a perfectionist. It’s a part of his character. On bad days he blames his parents, his bigoted pure-blood upbringing. The narrowmindedness he defended throughout his childhood.

On other days he acknowledges that he puts too much pressure on himself, trying to remedy his wrongdoings in the past. He’s talked about it with his mind healer. She told him that it’s okay to be a bit of a perfectionist as long as he did it for himself and not to prove to someone else that Draco is good. That he does his best. It’s not his responsibility to change someone else's mind about him. He should just try to be himself and let other people choose if they want to be his friend or not.

And Draco gets that. Still, it’s hard, sometimes.

It’s impossible when it comes to his maybe future mother-in-law. Not that Draco really thinks that Harry will be with him forever. That he will ask Draco to marry him. That would be… perfect. Heaven. All Draco could ever wish for. Utopian thinking on his side.

So, not really mother-in-law. Draco still wants to impress Molly Weasley. If his father could hear him he would probably scream the walls of Azkaban into their grounds. Luckily, Lucious can not hear him and won’t ever hear Draco again for the rest of his miserable life, if Draco’s concerned.

It’s Tuesday, December sixth. Harry and Draco are invited to the Burrow on Sunday, December eleventh. And Draco is highly motivated to make a good impression on Molly Weasley. Which, considering his past and the feud between their families is not the easiest task.

Soft lips press a kiss on his cheek and pull Draco out of his thoughts. “Stop brooding,” Harry whispers against his skin and kisses him again.

“I am not, Potter,” Draco grumbles but still offers his neck for further kisses which Harry accepts with a hum, whispering soft kisses on his skin. A shiver races down Draco’s body. He will never get used to this and he has to enjoy it as long as he can. Until Harry realizes that he can do so much better…

“Back to ‘Potter’, are we?” Harry chuckles and draws back. “So what are your plans?”

“What makes you think that I am planning anything?” Draco says innocently and puts his mobile on the table, display down. Harry has gotten him the mobile device a few weeks ago, claiming that it would make his life easier. He was right, of course. ‘Google’ has become one of Draco’s favourite things. The muggle world was so much more than Draco could have ever thought it would be. Google was also the place Draco was just lurking on when Harry came back home five minutes ago. He was searching for nice presents you could bring your in-laws when meeting them for the first time. Christmas-themed, of course. Not that the Weasleys would be Draco’s in-laws and not that they would see each other for the first time, but - well you get the point. Harry doesn’t need to know about Draco’s perfectionist tendencies when it comes to the Weasleys though. If he knew about the fact that Draco thought of Molly as his maybe-mother-in-law he would probably run and rightfully so. Alas, Draco is keeping it a secret. And he is playing it cool.

“You’re not as cool as you think you are, my love,” Harry laughs. Okay, maybe Draco’s not really playing it cool.

“Whatever,” he says and rolls his eyes. “How was your day?”

“I realize that you’re trying to distract me, but I love you enough to ignore it,” Harry says as if the words ‘I love you’ in context with Draco were the most normal thing in the world. Draco still forgets to breathe for a good minute whenever Harry drops the three-word sentence. “My day was surprisingly good,” he continues and marches over to the fridge to get a bottle of wine. He grabs two glasses from the cabinet and sits down at the kitchen table, across from Draco.

“Yeah?” Draco smiles and nods in thanks when Harry pushes one of the glasses to him.

“Yes, that meeting that I was supposed to have with Kingsley was postponed because he apparently has the flu, so I spend the whole morning doing paperwork.”

Draco scoffs. “You hate paperwork.”

“Usually, that’s right,” Harry concedes. “But while I was doing paperwork I was so bored that I actually cracked that stupid Smith case in my head. Went over to tell Ron, we apparated to Smith’s house and arrested him. He’s talking to his lawyer right now. Oh, by the way, Ron says Molly’s really looking forward to Sunday.”

White wine is suddenly where air should be and Draco violently starts coughing. Harry, the charming idiot, immediately jumps up and heartily slaps his back.

“Are you okay, love?”

“Sure,” Draco wheezes. “Is Mrs. Weasly aware that I will be attending Sunday?”

Harry, who has sat back down in his chair, raises his eyebrows. “Of course, you know I told her. She’s been wanting you to come for months, you know that.”

Draco swallows heavily. Harry’s right. Draco’s been pushing away the meeting for months now, but he promised Harry. He’s just not sure if Mrs. Weasley really wants him to come because she is happy that Harry’s got a boyfriend, or because she wants to hex him to the north pole. He really needs to work on his present for Sunday.

**

His present is shit. He had mulled over what to get for the remainder of the week with no positive outcome. So he panicked. He thought, well if I am a trained potions master then I will be able to bake a cake. Mrs. Weasley loves to cook so she would probably appreciate some fine dessert. In that whole process of him looking up a recipe on Google, going shopping at Tesda (or was it Asco? Something muggle, anyways), and tying an actual apron around his waist, did he forget that he had no clue how to cook or bake. Harry always did the cooking, claiming that it was his way of relaxing after a tough day at the DMLE. And whenever a case demanded from him that he worked late or had no time to prepare something, Draco either went out with Pansy and Blaise or ordered in.

So the cake had ended in disaster. The only thing that turned out remotely decent were the little gingerbread houses. (He bought the houses and decorated them with white glaze). So on Sunday morning, two hours before the brunch, he ran to Tascos and bought a cake, raced back home, and decorated the cake with his stupid gingerbread houses, some twigs, and cherries (of all things in winter, whatever). It did look festive, at least.

Now he’s standing in front of the Burrow crushing Harry’s hand in his and he feels the sweat roll down his neck.

“Relax, babe. They will love you before you know it you will be adopted into the family,” Harry smiles next to him and bends down to press a quick kiss onto Draco’s cheek.

Before Draco is able to answer, the door in front of them is opened by nonother than the Weasley matriarch.

“Hello loves,” she smiles, little crinkles forming at her eyes. She’s wearing a soft-looking jumper and, of course, a yellow apron. Because Draco realizes, she actually knows how to cook. He’s a fraud.

Next to him, Harry takes a step forward and opens his mouth to greet his adoptive mum but before he can say a word Draco crumbles.

“I baked you a cake,” he says and thrusts the cake into Mrs. Weasley’s arms. “I didn’t bake it, actually. I couldn’t. I can’t cook and I can’t bake but I wanted to pretend in front of you so I bought a cake and I decorated it with shit and this is it. I’m in no shape or form worth being in your beautiful house or being with your amazing son. I am a fraud so I’m gonna go. It was really nice seeing you again, Mrs. Weasley, I will never bother you again.” Draco nods and turns to Harry who is looking at him with big eyes and a little frown on his face.

“Potter, thank you for the good time. I will immediately move out, thank you,” he repeats and disapparates on the spot.

As soon as he lands in their, no Harry’s flat, he starts opening cupboards and pulling out random stuff he probably won’t need in his near future. He already plans to go to Pansy’s. At least she’ll have wine to drown in. He feels tears prickling in his eyes. He can’t believe that he ruined his entire future with Harry in just one minute. It fits, though. To the disaster, he calls life.

Draco takes a deep breath, lets himself fall onto one of the kitchen chairs, and burrows his face in his hands. He just needs one minute to control himself, then he will continue to get his stuff and go.

Before he can do that he hears the telltale sound of someone apparating.

“I will be gone in a minute,” he chokes out. “I’m so sorry, Harry.”

“Oh love,” a female voice answers and suddenly Draco finds himself in the strong embrace of the Weasley matriarch. If he wanted to he wouldn’t be able to free himself from the tight hug. He doesn’t want to leave, though.

“You’re alright, sweetheart,” Mrs. Weasley continues and softly strokes his back. “I know that everything is a bit much, but you don’t have to worry about a thing. The past is in the past and we already love you very much.”

“Re- really?” Draco sobs into her shoulder.

“Of course, sweetheart. And I appreciate that you wanted to prepare something for me, but you don’t have to impress me. I see how happy you make our Harry and I see how much he loves you whenever he talks about you, which is constantly.” She chuckles and rustles Draco in their embrace. He feels so loved right now, he doesn’t know what to do. “I know that we can be a bit much. We just want to get to know you a little better, is that alright?”

Draco swallows heavily and rights himself. It is amazing how the small Molly Weasly was able to completely engulf him in a hug, although he’s two heads taller.

“I would like to know you, too. I just wish that you will still want me as Harry’s partner when you know me.”

Mrs Weasley smiles at him and places a warm hand on his cheek. “Come on, love. I will place you right next to me on the table. We put Harry on your other side and Ron and Hermione opposite. Then you have all the people that already love you very much around you. And you know that none of my children are brave enough to say something against you if I have a say in it.” Her smile turns into a cheeky grin and she grabs his hand. “How’s that sound?”

Draco sniffles a little but smiles back. “It sounds wonderful, Mrs. Weasley.”

“Call me Molly, dear. Or mum. I will be your mother-in-law, so we can start with that now, don’t you think?”

**

Draco’s a perfectionist. It’s part of his character. The first meeting was far from perfect but that doesn’t matter as long as you have loving people around that don’t care about perfection. They only care about you, they only want to love you. It’s something Draco realizes on that day and continues to learn throughout his life with Harry and his in-laws whom he loves very, very much.

Day 5 -- Day 7

#25 days of draco and harry #25 days 2022 #25 days of drarry #Darry #Harry potter #draco malfoy #established relationship #fluff #nervous!draco

[goronska]

Whump Drabble #1

Intro: This dribble was inspired by me learning how there was a whole industry during the French Belle Epoque that dealt exclusively with making beaded memorial wreaths for the deceased, like this thing below:

It happens as a prequel/spin off from the major plotline of my OCs: Lady Shiroi and Adam.

CW / TW: abuse, whump, slavery, swearing

He'd kill to not be assigned to this task, but now he would just kill not to be in the room at all. He didn't let out as much as a "tsk" when his damn elbow pushed the box with the glass beads from the table, not to alarm anyone. They didn't make any noise as well, scattering all over the lucious blue carpet.

The plan was, before it gets dark or someone comes to check up on his progress - whichever comes first - he'll just pick it and put it back in the box. Which proved to be a daunting task given the glass beads were fucking transparent, and the only way to find them was to get on all fours and trust in your sense of touch not to focus on how soft the carpet here was.

Adam's plan was sound to the point of the check up coming early, and in the worst possible form. Lady Shiroi, his owner. The women he learned to despise. And that was despite her exterior of a plump, loving lady in her 40s, sending all the people she worked with sweet smiles and innocent looks.

I like seeing you on your knees, Adam - she said jovially. - But I usually have to make you kneel. To what do I own this pleas-

She halted seeing the mostly unfinished beaded wreath she wanted to offer to the queen after the king has passed. Her eyes narrowed, as Adam was frozen to the floor, not looking her in the eyes, nor making a sound.

You are not only careless with the materials, you think your talented, precise fingers will save you from consequences - her voice went deadpan cold. - Come here!

Before Adam could get to his feet, she barked.

No, on all fours, like the lazy hound you are!

"Why didn't I think of this earlier?" he thought to himself when slowly making his way to the door noticing that the glass beads are much more painfully and surely detected by his kneecaps.

Once he was just in front of her, she just stepped on his neck, pressing his face abrubtly to the carpet, and then yanked one of his feet up in the air. The tattood one.

This here - she pointed to the rose as blue as her hair on the bottom of his heel - proves you are the most useful, obidient and tamed servants in the whole country, that's a frikking seal of an approval, MINE approval.

Yes, My Lady - he muttered in reply through his clenched teeth. Nobody would see now, if he tackled her over and punched her in that face made mostly of cheeks and pursed lips. Maybe she'd lose a few front teeth.

And if you cannot finish a simple task I give you, I will literally give YOU as the present to Her Highness. Merahtua is just in need of a new slave, because she's apparently just freed two. She's out of her damn mind!

"The Queen..? She freed servants..? No, impossible, she's the one keeping the system in place! She must be-" and this is where Shiroi's pointy shoe slammed into the soft of his stomach and made him fall on his side. He took a sharp inhale, and in a brave display of defiance spat on the rim of her dress.

She didn't move. And neither did he. A red angry color filled her cheeks and her voice has a hint of tremble when she spoke:

OK, Adam, I see that before you are gifted, you must have a 24-hour refreshing course on obedience. I bet we will have so much fun and so little sleep downstairs…

#whump #drabble #Adam x Shiroi #my OCs #so THIS is what happened before he appeared in the castle #poor bby #don't worry Adam they will frame her soon #dedicated to the AOTW Discord members they all ROCK