#cinderella with a husky voice

[bitter69uk]

“… or they were women like Lizabeth Scott, a kind of blonde Joan Crawford, who weren’t necessarily evil themselves, but whose very presence seemed to invite evil. Every time she appeared, the atmosphere became heavy, and we knew that trouble, big trouble, was ahead.”

/ Feminist theorist Molly Haskell in her book From Reverence to Rape: The Treatment of Women in the Movies (1987) /

Ash blonde of hair … smoky of eye … raspy of voice (John Kobal once memorably likened it to “a voice that sounded as if it had been buried somewhere deep and was trying to claw its way out”) … Sultry Lizabeth Scott (née Emma Matzo, 29 September 1922 - 31 January 2015) died on this day. For decades Scott was mostly uncelebrated (and bedeviled by comparisons to the more famous Lauren Bacall) but more recently she’s been reappraised as one of the most haunting and enigmatic of forties and fifties actresses and an essential figure in film noir. So far, I’ve screened three of Scott’s movies at my monthly Lobotomy Room film club (Desert Fury (1947), Pitfall (1948) and Too Late for Tears (1949)) and it’s been gratifying to see how audiences respond to her. For anyone curious about the famously secretive Scott, the 2022 memoir Lunch with Lizabeth - screenwriter, author, producer and filmmaker Todd Hughes’ account of his friendship with her - is required reading. Pictured: glamour shot of Scott in Dead Reckoning (1947).

[n0cturn4]

A Moment Like This

Character: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: Word Count: 818 Music: So This Is Love - Cinderella

The morning was born slowly, painting the room in a soft golden hue, as if the sun itself hesitated to disrupt the stillness that enveloped you both. Light poured gently through the gaps in the curtains, drawing delicate shadows across the bed, where the two of you rested, entwined in the warmth of the moment. The world outside kept spinning, chaotic and relentless, but there, amidst the soft sheets and Jason's tranquil breaths, there was a bubble of serenity that neither of you dared to break.

You awoke before him, your eyes gradually adjusting to the tender glow of dawn. The weight of Jason's arm, casually draped across your waist, brought a rare sense of security, as if that simple gesture conveyed all the unspoken things he still couldn’t put into words. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, every shift of his echoing within you like a distant murmur of something profound, something eternal.

His face, relaxed for the first time in so long, was a portrait of peace. The usually hardened features, etched by battles both physical and emotional, were softened by a calm that only the quiet of morning could offer. You traced each detail — the fine scars along his jaw, the subtle lines life had forced upon him too early, now seemingly dissolved in the softness of the moment. Each mark was a map of the life he had lived, a story told silently under the morning light.

You breathed deeply, feeling the gentle caress of the fresh air drifting in through the open window. It carried the scent of the distant city, mingled with the faint perfume of clean sheets and Jason’s warm skin, creating a subtle melody of sensations that filled the space between you. There was something sacred in that silence, as if time itself was holding its breath, allowing you both to exist there, together, unhurried.

Jason shifted slightly, his eyes fluttering open with the softness of someone unaccustomed to waking up in peace. When he looked at you, the deep blue of his eyes seemed to capture all the light of the dawn, glowing with an intensity that always accompanied him, but now, in this intimate moment, was tinged with a tenderness you rarely saw. He said nothing at first, just watched you, as if he were trying to commit every detail of you to memory, as if he knew moments like this were fleeting for him.

He ran his hand down your face with a delicacy that seemed to contrast with everything he was — the warrior, the vigilante, the survivor. His thumb traced the curve of your cheek, slow and reverent, as if every inch of your skin were a precious discovery.

"You make the world... feel quiet," he murmured, his voice husky, barely breaking the silence around you.

Your heart tightened at those words, so simple yet loaded with meaning. Jason, who had spent his life battling against the noise — both external and internal — now found in you an island of tranquility, something he had never expected to find. You leaned in, your lips brushing his gently, a kiss slow and soft, as if time itself had paused in that brief instant.

"Because here, it's just us," you whispered against his lips, feeling his warmth blending with yours, the world outside fading away in that small eternity you shared.

Jason closed his eyes, resting his forehead against yours, your hearts beating in unison, and in that simple gesture was a depth of vulnerability. He was so strong, so unyielding to the world, but there, in your arms, he was just Jason — the man, not the soldier. A sigh escaped his lips, as if he were allowing himself to relax completely, for the first time in so long.

“I didn’t know I could... let myself feel this way,” he whispered, the words so low they almost dissolved into the air, but you caught them, feeling the weight they carried.

You ran your hand through his hair, the touch light, as if soothing a storm on the verge of breaking. “Now you know,” you answered softly, with the certainty that only love can bring.

Silence fell between you again, but this time, it was comfortable, like an old song you both knew by heart. The sunlight continued to spread across the room, but for the two of you, time was still suspended. Jason, lying beside you, seemed more vulnerable than ever, and you knew that despite all the chaos surrounding him, he had found peace, even if it was only for that brief morning.

The love you shared was like that — a refuge amidst the darkness, a golden light shining even in the darkest corners of Jason's life. And in that moment, as the warmth of the morning wrapped around your intertwined bodies, you knew, with the depth of every heartbeat, that this was the home he had been searching for: not a physical place, but you.

[clairewritesjjkxreader]

Yakuza x Cinderella AU Part 1 (Sukuna x Reader)

A/N: I listened to Sukuna’s Russian voice dub while writing this. Gave me some cool gangster vibes.

Everyone would have understood if you shed the “Itadori” name after old man Wasuke passed away, and no one would have blamed you if you walked away from being Yuuji Itadori’s legal guardian. After all, you just started college, you didn’t need to be “burdened,” especially by a kid you weren’t even related to.

But there was no way you could leave eleven-year-old Yuuji alone. You grew up changing his diapers, taught him how to ride a bike, cleaned up his boo-boos, and threatened his bullies. 

He was your family.

Prioritizing your baby brother and his future above your own, you decided to bartender at a fancy but sleazy bar. Although the majority of patrons were assholes and the place was too far from your house and the university, the pay was better than most other part-time jobs so you sucked it up.

Between your job, mandatory onsite classes, group assignments with lazy jerks, and taking care of Yuuji and the house, you could never afford to sleep for more than three hours a day. 

But Yuuji was, of course, an angel. 

He didn’t like to show it, but you knew he missed gramps, and you often caught him biting his lip to suppress his whimpers and wiping his eyes with his back turned to you. He did his best to appear strong, but you wished he’d rely on you more. But the little tiger never stopped doing his chores and liked offering to do yours.

“I can’t get a part-time job yet so all I can do is take care of the house and everything else!” When he said that, you swore an arrow pierced your heart and you almost died from fluffiness. 

Seeing Yuji’s bright smile was the only thing that kept you going, especially after a long day at the bar.

That’s where you met Ryomen Sukuna. He was the single most irritating bastard you’ve ever had the misfortune of meeting. It wasn’t like he was a sleazebag per se–he was actually more of a silent, brooding type compared to the handsy, foul-mouthed drunkards you usually dealt with. At least, that was your first expression of him.

It was nine pm and your five minute break was almost over so you sent Yuji a good night text and a reminder to lock the doors and windows. You brushed your hair and went to your post behind the bar. 

This place was in the inner city, far from most schools, so it was rare to find college students here, but it was a Friday and the end of finals week so the place was jam-packed with depressed people. You didn’t mind. Actually, you preferred having a bar full of university kids over a bar full of working adults. You liked college students. They were… nicer, more polite and patient compared to their older counterparts, who were usually middle-aged career men and women whose dreams have been shattered by the real world. Your regulars were broken and pathetic, and they often liked making their problem yours. You’d “listen” to their ramblings, nod and pretend to care, when in reality their words just went in one ear and left straight out the other.

You didn’t like talking or socializing. You left that part up to the waitstaff and prepared the drinks as quietly as possible in order to avoid trouble.  

It was nearing one am, almost time for you to go home. You finished wiping the last piece of glassware when the store bell rang. You didn’t bother to even pretend to be polite this time and continued cleaning up, waiting for one of the waiters to tell the guest that the bar was already closed. But that didn’t happen. 

“The VIP room is a little unclean right now, so if you’re willing to wait–”

“What do you mean unclean? You should always keep it ready,” a cold, androgynous voice reprimanded.

You were annoyed. And a bit confused. You’ve been here for several weeks now and you just found out about this so-called VIP room. And up until now, the personnel here always shooed away all customers during closing. 

“It’s fine, Uraume,” a deep, husky voice interrupted. “I’m fine waiting here. Just get me my drink.”

You raised your eyes and saw a tall man in a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, bringing attention to his… big veiny hands and sinewy arms, lined with black tattoos. 

“O-of course!” Your boss clasped her hands together. “Please excuse me, I’ll get the sake ready in a bit.”

As if sensing your gaze, your tall, red-haired stranger turned his head, revealing a face also full of tattoos. You blushed but composed yourself and bowed in greeting. You refused to make eye contact again though, too embarrassed that you were caught ogling. He was more gorgeous than most idols and sports players that showed up on TV.

“On second thought, I think I’ll sit at the bar.”

Ah, crap. 

“Oh, um…!” Your boss fumbled towards you, putting a hand over your shoulder. “Th-this is Y/N. She’s new. Really new, I don’t think you’ve met yet.” It felt odd watching your usually calm and charming boss act like this. She was the one who dealt with perverts and other difficult clients, all without getting too emotional or stuttering, but she seemed almost afraid of this man. “Y/N, this is Mr. Ryomen Sukuna, he owns this bar.”

That name certainly felt familiar, but you sucked at names, and as for his face… you glanced up at his smirking face. Yeah, there was no way you’d forget a guy like him. Even if you just saw him walking down the street for a split second you would remember him for sure. 

Your boss squeezed you and you quickly bowed your head again. “Um, hello, thank you for the opportunity.”

“You seemed irritated when my companion and I walked in.” 

“No, you must be mistaken.”

“Really? You couldn’t even be bothered to greet us. Bartenders are supposed to be friendly.”

You just tilted your head, contemplating on what to say next when your phone started ringing from the counter. Mr. Sukuna swiped it before you could blink. 

“Hey!” Your sudden burst of energy shocked you and your boss. You slapped a hand over your mouth. “Er. I mean… I apologize.” 

“Shouldn’t phones be on vibrate during work hours?”

“It was on vibrate. We’re supposed to be closed now.” Welp. You were already as good as fired so you didn’t try to cover up your weariness. Yuji sometimes woke up randomly in the middle of the night. He was probably wondering where you were. You held out your hand. “Can I please have it back now? Sir?”

Like you just told the world’s funniest joke, he threw his head back, laughing heartily. 

Despite your boss almost fainting on the spot thanks to your little stunt, you didn’t get fired. Sukuna seemed absolutely smitten with you–that is, as much as an owner can be smitten by a pet hamster. 

It was the beginning of an irritating, one-sided relationship. 

Ever since that day, Sukuna began frequenting the bar more often. Sometimes three times a week, other times almost daily. Rather than stay at the VIP room, he’d hang out by the bar and find many ways to piss you off, like hitting on you, annoying you until you talked about either Yuji or your classes, and asking you to make some complicated cocktail he heard from a business partner, only to then insult it (he’d always finish the thing though). At the very least, he didn’t try touching you inappropriately. And plus, his childish fascination with you meant he demanded you hang out with him immediately after you finished preparing someone else’s drink, so you didn’t have to listen to other people whine about their lives and you didn’t have to make up excuses with the more gropey customers.

To be continued…

[rabiosantologia]

⸻ 𖤓 | VEDIC ASTROLOGY MASTERLIST (Vol. 3)

→ Volume 1 | Volume 2

A BASIC GUIDE TO VEDIC ASTROLOGY

WEAK SUN IN A VEDIC CHART

IN WHICH HOUSES DOES THE SUN FEEL WEAKENED?

VEDIC ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS: MARS DOMINANT MEN

THE TOP “MEAN GIRL” PLACEMENTS IN ASTROLOGY

♃ · JUPITER DOMINANT MEN

VEDIC ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS: KETU DOMINANT MEN

ROHINI AND S3X SCANDALS

MRIGASHIRA: ALWAYS ON THE RUN | THE PRICE OF SPEAKING THE TRUTH |OBSESSIVE & OBSESSED OVER | THE TRUTH IS SUBJECTIVE? |

ELIZABETH TAYLOR'S MARRIAGES: A BRIEF ANALYSIS REGARDING YOUR CHART

ASHLESHAS & ASHWINIS AND BLOOD

ROHINI NAKSHATRA AND ENVY

ROHINI-MRIGASHIRA & PURVA BHADRAPADA-UTTARA BHADRAPADA

DASHA PERIOD ANALYSIS SPECIAL - PLANETS ACTIVATED BY NAKSHATRA RULERSHIP

4TH AND 10TH HOUSE

MINI ANALYSIS OF ASHLESHA LAGNA NATIVES 🐍

A BRIEF EXPLORATION OF THE: ATMAKARAKAS || AMATYAKARAKAS |

— VEDIC ASTROLOGY OBSERVATION (BASED ON SHOWS/FILMS): PART · #1 |

VENUS AND SATURN: PLANETARY FRIENDSHIP

THE CORRELATION OF PARVATI AND HASTA

MULA NAKSHATRA: THE PRIMORDIAL COSMIC FORCE

THE STRICTNESS OF SATURN: GIGA CHADS, SCAMMERS & SPIRITUAL GURUS

SATURNIAN WOMEN: BAD GIRLS TO TRAD GIRLS?

WALKING THROUGH THE LABYRINTHS OF PUSHYA

MOMAGERS, STAGE MOM'S & MAMA'S BOYS: THE DYSFUNCTIONAL MOON CHILD

JUPITER & RAHU INFLUENCE AMONG POPSTARS

NAKSHATRA LORDS AND THEIR INFLUENCE

BASIC THEMES OF NAKSHATRAS

THE ESSENTIAL FUNDAMENTALS OF ALL 27 NAKSHATRAS

RESULTS OF BHAVAT BHAVAM (HOUSE TO HOUSE TECHNIQUE): AN ALTERNATIVE PERSPECTIVE

SHATABHISHA & THE RAHUVIAN URGE TO LIE

• SNAKE YONI: MRIGASHIRA & ROHINI | ASPECTS IN VEDIC ASTROLOGY

• → DRISHTI

TUPAC: UTTARA BHADRAPADA MOON

PURVA BHADRAPADA

🪷 l NAKSHATRA FEATURE FOCUS: PUSHYA BLENDING SOFTNESS & STRUCTURE

♃ PHOEBE BUFFAY IS A PUNARVASU ICON

♓︎ | THE PISCES HEART OF CINDERELLA

SATURNIAN WOMEN DOMINANT

🎨 THE ASTROLOGY OF MUSES · A VEDIC EXPLORATION: PART 1 |

— PUNARVASU & SWATI: COSMOGONY, REALITY & CONSCIOUSNESS

— UTTARA BHADRAPADA & REVATI: PSYCHIC INSIGHT, TIME TRAVEL & DREAMS

WHICH HOUSE IN ASTROLOGY IS FOR HAPPINESS

EXPOSING YOUR STELLIUM

ASTROLOGY OF SEX

REVATI'S MYSTERY & MAGIC

YOUR FAV RAPPERS ARE JYESTHA PLACEMENTS

★ 10TH HOUSE · THE FAME RELATED HOUSES IN ASTROLOGY: PART 1 |

12H SYNASTRY

SPOUSE’S APPEARANCE IN VEDIC

DARAKARAKA THROUGH THE HOUSES

🗡️ • KRITTIKA WOMEN · OBSERVATIONS: PT 1 | PT 2 | PT 3 |

KRITTIKA OBSERVATIONS

VISHAKHA OBSERVATIONS

ASHWINI OBSERVATIONS

VISHAKHA: THE DOUBE-HEADED, DOUBLE-LIFED LADIES

— ♂ | MARS, SEX & CELIBACY

MARS DOMINANT WOMEN: BEING UNAPOLOGETIC & SEXUALIZATION

THE FLAMBOYANCE OF MOON DOMINANT MEN

THE PATH OF EVOLUTION OF NAKSHATRA YONIS

CROWS AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP WITH SOME NAKSHATRAS

MERCURY GIRLS AND MOMMY ISSUES

FROM ROHINI/MRIGASHIRA TO JYESHTA: MORGAN LE FAY AND THE MORRIGAN

HASTA & THE FINAL GIRL TROPE IN HORROR FILMS: A (MINI) ANALYSIS

KETU (SOUTH NODE) AND YOUR SPIRITUAL POWERS

IT GIRLS: MARS AND MERCURY

MERCURY DOMINANT THEMES

JUPITER WOMEN AND HUSKY/DEEP OR EVEN SMOKY VOICES | +additional comments

♄ · SATURN DOMINANT THEMES

⎔ THE OUTCASTE NAKSHATRA URGE TO BE ANTI-ESTABLISHMENT: PART 1 || PART 2 ||

• RANDOM ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS

☾ MOON DOMINANCE & MANIPULATION: PART 1 / PART 2 /

RAHU & KETU: THE MYSTERY OF BEING | ABUSE & ADDICTION | THE NODAL URGE TO REBRAND | RAHU: OBSESSION, ABUSE & STALKING |

SEXUAL BEHAVIOR AND ANIMAL YONI

THE ASTROLOGY BEHIND: THE 27 CLUB

PLACEMENTS WITH CREATIVE ENERGY AND APPEAL

ASHWINI, MAGHA AND MULA: DESTRUCTIVE FEELING OF EMPTINESS

INTERACTION RAHU-KETU NAKSHATRAS

INFLUENCE OF THE ASCENDANT LORD

FRANKENSTEIN'S MONSTERS: KETU AND JUPITER NAKSHATRAS

THE BEAST'S NAKSHATRA: PUNARVASU

ANIMALS AND KETU NAKSHATRAS

[ikeromantic]

CinderAlice pt 4

The winner of the IkeRev 1K AU story poll was Cinderella! Featuring the Black Army guys and Alice as Cinderella. These are the endings for each suitor. Pt. 4/4

Part 1 Part2 Part 3

The days turned to weeks and the season from summer to autumn. Lady Tremaine kept Alice so busy that she had no time for anything but work and sleep. She woke early every morning to begin, and fell into bed late into the night, so tired she barely managed to pry her shoes off before tucking herself in. 

Even with her demanding schedule and all the extra chores, Alice still heard rumors and gossip. The vegetable sellers at the market said Prince Ray was looking for a thief, and the dairy deliveryman said no, it was Sir Oswald hunting for a spy. The butcher told her actually, it was Sir Godspeed and he was seeking his lady love - a mysterious woman he spotted riding through town on a milk-white mare. 

Alice wondered if any of it had to do with her, but she dismissed the thought as silly. She wasn’t a thief or a spy and she hadn’t ridden any kind of horse through town. Maybe something had happened at the ball after she left, or in the days following. She didn’t know, and probably never would. 

That didn’t stop her from thinking about it as she moved around the dining room, preparing for dinner. Alice was lost in thought when . . .

Ray

A familiar dark gray cat darted through the open window. The kitty bounded over the table settings and flung itself under the hem of Alice’s apron. She bent down, a curious smile on her face. “Is that you, Ms. Belle?” 

Alice lifted her apron hem and took a peek at the pink satin ribbon around the cat’s neck. A small, gold tag dangled from it, with the name Belle written in lovely script. “It is you! Oh you silly little thing. This is a long way from the palace.” She scratched the kitty’s head.

“Hey.” 

She jumped, and Belle leapt up onto the chair at the sound of the voice. Her eyes went to the window, where Ray stood, a grin on his face. 

“Didn’t mean to surprise you.” He gestured to the room. “Is it alright if I come in?”

“Yes, of course.” Alice started to move toward the door, but Ray pulled himself in through the window. “Oh! Ok. W-welcome. Are you here for your cat?”

Ray laughed. “Well, she did run off. But actually . . .” He paused, his expression turning serious, “I was looking for you.”

“Me?” Alice startled all over again.

“Yeah. And you’re not exactly easy to find. You didn’t even give me your name, the night of the royal ball. So Belle and I have been looking around town for you for weeks. Trying to find the beautiful girl with a sweet smile.”

She felt her cheeks heat and her pulse began to race. “I’m . . . sorry?”

Ray took a step closer and reached for her hand. He lifted it to his lips and pressed a light kiss to the back of it. “I didn’t come to hear you apologize.” His lips grazed her skin as he spoke, his warm breath dancing over her knuckles. The touch sent a shiver through her that she did her best to hide. 

“I . . . then . . . what?” She stumbled over the words, too distracted by his touch to collect her thoughts. 

“I wanted to see you again.” His green eyes pierced her, his gaze felt as if he studied her soul. “Did you -” he paused and took a deep breath as if to steady himself. “Did you want to see me too?”

Alice nodded, a smile breaking across her face. “I do! I . . . I’ve been thinking about you every day since the ball! But you - you’re a prince and -” She gestured to the ragged clothes she wore, encompassing the whole of her position.

Ray pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist. “That doesn’t matter. I’m just glad I found you.” He grinned. “So . . . what is your name? Because I can’t call my girlfriend ‘the mystery woman’.”

She laughed and hid her blushing cheeks against his shoulder. “I’m Alice.”

“Alice.” He said her name with relish, as if tasting it. Ray’s voice was soft, husky. “May I kiss you, Alice?”

“Y-yes. Yes. I’d like that.” Alice tilted her face to him, her eyes fluttering shut as his warm lips gently pressed against hers in a tender kiss. 

When they parted, he still kept his arms around her waist. “Would you come to live in the palace?”

Her eyes went wide with surprise. She wasn’t sure what to say. “But then . . . Druzilla and Anastasia . . . who would cook and clean for them? And Lady Tremaine would be so angry with me.” Alice swallowed, suddenly nervous. The fact was, Lady Tremaine would be furious about all of this.

Ray shrugged, nonchalant. “I bet they can hire someone. And actually pay them.” He frowned at her rags. “Because from here, it looks like you do the work of four and get the pay of none.”

It was true, but Alice didn’t want to speak ill of her stepmother, and so she said nothing.

“I thought so.” Ray poked her forehead. “Don’t put their happiness in front of your own. If you don’t want to live in the palace, say so. But if you do . . .”

“I do.” She took a trembling breath. “It’s just so hard to believe.”

“You better start believing it.” He grinned and lifted her into his arms. “Let’s go. Come on Belle!”

The cat trotted after them as Ray went back out the window with her cradled against his chest. Alice hardly believed it was real. Rescued by a real prince. He was so dashing and romantic that she felt like she was in a fairy tale. 

***

Sirius

A well appointed carriage rolled up the Tremaine estate and stopped by the entry. The royal crest was emblazoned on the side, and the driver wore palace livery. Alice saw it from the kitchen window and hurried to untie her apron and dry her hands. But Anastasia must have spotted it too, and got to the door before Alice could. Druzilla and the Lady herself were only a step behind, all excited as the estate rarely had visitors of note. 

Anastasia opened the door, a polite smile on her lips and a calculating look in her eyes. “May I ask who’s calling?” She batted her eyelashes at the tall figure on the stair.

Alice felt a start of surprise as she saw the visitor from over her step-sister’s shoulder. It was Sirius Oswald, dressed in his official uniform and wearing a solemn expression. 

“Sir Oswald, senior advisor to the king. I’m here on a matter of import to the court, regarding the late Lord Tremaine.”

Anastasia took a step back and welcomed him inside. Druzilla and Lady Tremaine curtsied. Alice tried to, but felt entirely unsteady as Sirius’ gaze fell on her. She couldn’t help but remember what it had felt like to be held by him, her hand in his, as they danced. His warmth and easy affection, and the kindness he’d shown her. 

She ducked her head as he passed, hoping he wouldn’t recognize her in her filthy rags - and half hoping he would because . . . Alice refused to finish that thought. Girlish silliness. No, he was here on business and that was all. 

Lady Tremaine escorted him to the parlor, inquiring politely on his health and family. She bid Druzilla and Anastasia to accompany them and sent Alice for refreshments. 

Sirius did not seem interested in conversation, though he gave polite enough replies. When Alice came back with tea and pastries, he was fending off a too-friendly Druzilla.

She poured the tea and set out the milk and sugar. Just as she turned to go, Sirius’ hand shot out and took hold of her arm.

“You need to be here for this too. After all, you’re the Lord Tremaine’s only child.” He met her trembling gaze with gentle warmth, the violet of his eyes as soft as flower petals. 

“Umm. Alright.” Alice spared a look at Lady Tremaine. Her step-mother was near to quivering with rage. But she couldn’t defy the royal advisor, so she sat as far from the little group as she could, on a stool by the window. 

Sirius gave her a small smile before turning to look at Lady Tremaine. “The Tremaine estate came up in a review of property and inheritance tax. It appears nothing was paid after the Lord’s death and his accounts are being spent out at a high rate. This is concerning to the crown.”

“I - well, I am only a poor widow. I didn’t know there was something we needed to pay to the crown. After my beloved husband passed and left all he owned to me and his daughters -” Lady Tremaine tried to put a mournful expression on her face but it sat awkwardly there.

“He had only one beneficiary, Lady Tremaine.” Sirius interrupted, his voice firm and unyielding as stone. “And it was not you nor your daughters. He left everything to his only natural child, but each time the bank sent a trust letter to her, nothing was ever returned.”

Alice stared, not quite understanding. The Lady told her that her father left nothing for any of them. That the estate and all expenses were being paid from her own pocket, the money left from her family before she married. 

Lady Tremaine frowned, the false sorrow falling from her face like a discarded veil. “I do not know what nonsense you think you have discovered, but I can tell you my husband wouldn’t have dared -”

Sirius interrupted her again, pulling a letter from his pocket. It also bore the royal seal. “Per the dictum of the court and his majesty the prince, you are hereby evicted from this property. Your access to the accounts and incomes of the Tremaine estate are void. You will leave within the hour, or face arrest and imprisonment for theft.” He frowned. “The guards are here to see this royal decree is obeyed in full.”

As he finished, several uniformed men entered the room. 

Druzilla and Anastasia looked as shocked as Alice felt. They turned pleading eyes to her. Lady Tremaine, on the other hand, merely looked furious. She stood, gripping her skirt. “This will not stand! I have friends - family! With influence. You cannot come into my home and -”

“It is not your home.” Sirius gestured, and the uniformed men escorted them out.

Alice watched, still caught in a sense of complete disbelief. 

Sirius stood and crossed the space between them, crouching in front of her stool. “Are you alright, little lady? This must be quite a shock.”

“I - yes. I don’t know. Is all of that true?” She blinked at him, feeling suddenly overwhelmed.

“It is. Your step-mother tried to steal your inheritance.” He took her hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb. “When you ran from the ball, I tried to find you. I had to know who you were. And when I did learn your name, who you are . . .” Sirius sighed. “I found out all the rest too. I couldn’t let this happen to anyone, but especially not you.”

“Especially?” Alice felt a heat creep into her cheeks at the way he said that part. 

Sirius held her gaze, his eyes full of an unexpected affection. “Especially. I know we only just met, but I felt a connection to you. I can tell you have a kind soul. And . . . I wanted to see you again. Ever since I ran into you at the market, actually.”

Alice grinned. “I guess that was a lucky accident for me.”

“More so for me, I think. And then I got to dance with you at the ball.” He kissed her fingertip, his lips only barely brushing her skin. It was enough to send a wave of warmth rushing through her. “When things are settled,” Sirius paused as if unsure whether to say more.

“Yes?”

“I would like to see more of you. A date, if you are willing?”

Alice felt her heart fill to bursting. “I would love to.”

Sirius chuckled, a genuine smile lifting the corners of his lips. “You sound so sure. I’m glad.” He pressed another barely-there kiss to her fingertips.

Alice leaned forward, intending to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned at just the wrong - or perhaps right - moment. Her lips met his for just a breath. A pulse-racing, electric heartbeat, when the satin touch of his mouth touched hers and she felt every nerve in her body light up like fireworks under her skin so that when he pulled back in surprise, it left her aching for more. “I-I’m sure,” she breathed.

***

Luka

There was a knock at the servant’s entrance. Alice quickly dried her hands on her apron and hurried over to open the door. Luka stood there on the step. He was dressed in a suit like the one he’d worn to the ball, and held a bouquet of wildflowers in his hand. His ears peeked redly from beneath his hair and his cheeks were stained as well.

“Luka!” Alice felt so glad to see him that she wanted to hug him. But hugs always made him shy around her, so she restrained herself and just took his hand. She pulled him inside and shut the door. “I haven’t seen you since the ball!”

She couldn’t help but remember how different he’d been that night. The way he’d touched her when they danced, the look in his eyes. Alice glanced away, suddenly feeling awkward herself. 

He nodded. “I tried to come by. But you weren’t home. Or your step-sisters said you were busy.” His voice was very soft, almost hard to hear, and he was gripping the bouquet like it might try to run away.

“Lady Tremaine gave me more chores. I didn’t tell her I went to the ball, but I think she suspects. So . . . I really haven’t been around.” She gestured to the mess on the counter. “I’m supposed to be cooking now.”

Luka took a breath and thrust the flowers toward her. “These are for you.”

Alice took them, her fingers briefly touching his as he passed the bouquet to her. He snatched his hand back as if singed. “Th-thanks.” She wasn’t sure how to react or what she should do. Her feelings were a tangle in her chest, of friendship and something more, and so she just stood there holding them and looking at him.

“Do you . . .” Luka started to ask a question, but his voice trailed into silence. He fixed his stare on the flowers in her hand and tried again. “Do you like me?”

“I - of course?” Alice wanted to put into words the way she’d felt for years as his neighbor, her respect for how hard he worked. Her appreciation for the little moments of kindness he’d showed her. And now the magic they’d shared at the royal ball. Seeing him as something more than a friend. It made her nervous and excited, her heartbeat was racing and her tummy was doing flips. 

He frowned, searching her expression. Whatever he saw there must have encouraged him, because he continued. “You - you looked really . . . pretty. At the ball. But - you, you always look pretty.”

Alice felt her face get hot. “You did too. I mean, you looked really nice. You look nice now.”

“I . . .” Luka trailed off again, staring down now at his empty hands.

Alice turned and set the flowers down, intending to find a vase for them. She thought it would give him some privacy to collect himself. And her as well. Her chest felt tight and hot and tense, waiting to hear what he would say. She nearly jumped in surprise as she felt his arms wrap around her from behind, his chin resting gently on her shoulder. 

“I thought you would meet a noble and fall in love. And I would lose you.” He murmured, barely audible even at this close distance. “That’s why I followed you to the royal ball.” Luka took a trembling breath. “I love you, Alice. I was afraid to tell you.”

Alice felt her heart stutter in her chest. It thudded against her ribcage in a wild, galloping beat that matched the chaos of her emotions. “You . . . love me?” She turned in his arms, her back pressed to the counter. 

Luka nodded, too emotional to say more. 

The words warmed through her like the sun on a chill morning. She wrapped her arms around him to hug him back. “I - I love you too.”

He squeezed her tightly, his face buried in her shoulder. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship . . . but I couldn’t keep it in any longer.”

“It’s ok,” Alice laughed warmly. “I just - I didn’t know. I thought you just saw me as a friend. I liked you so much . . . I didn’t want to mess it up.”

Luka laughed too, looking up at her. His eyes were full of sweet adoration. “Will you come stay with me, then, Alice?”

She felt her eyes sting with happy tears. “Yes.” 

He smiled, then shyly leaned forward and brushed the most chaste kiss to her lips, petal soft and warm and as sweet as honey. Then he pulled back, as if embarrassed. But Alice pulled him close for a second kiss and he didn’t seem to mind that at all. 

***

Fenrir 

The front door burst open. Alice hurried toward it, wondering what could be happening. When she got there, Fenrir stood with his hands on his hips while a few of his knights led her step-mother and step-sisters out. 

“What - Sir Godspeed - what are you doing?” Alice came to a stumbling halt right in front of him, a question on her lips.

He laughed and ruffled her hair. “Prince Ray and me found out Lady Tremaine and her daughters stole your inheritance. So she’s under arrest.”

She blinked, trying to process this piece of information. “My . . . inheritance? But . . . I don’t understand.”

Fenrir wrapped an arm around her shoulders and gently guided her outside to one of the garden benches. “After the ball, I went looking for you. You don’t make it easy on a guy!” He grinned at her blush. “But when I found you, all sorts of questions started poppin’ up.”

“Oh.”  Alice looked around the garden, at the profusion of flowers and the tiny butterflies that flitted from one end to the other. He’d looked for her, she thought, and it made something in her chest tighten. “But . . . why did you come looking for me?”

At this, Fenrir laughed. “I thought I told you when we were dancing! You’re a great partner. And I want to dance with you again.”  

His laugh tickled the hairs at the nape of her neck, and his joy was infectious. Still, something tugged at Alice’s heart. Just to dance with, she thought. Someone fun to see at parties. Surely there was more. She turned her head to study him, unsure how to voice this or if she even should say anything more. Afterall, they barely knew each other and yet . . . she felt a connection to him.

It was Fenrir she’d dreamed of these past few weeks. His eyes that held her own with such warmth. His playfulness. His strength. But she couldn’t assume he felt the same. 

“Hey! What’s that look for?” He tapped her nose gently. 

“N-nothing!” Alice felt her face go even hotter. “I’m fine being just your dance partner. When there’s a party. Or, you know, if you just want to go dance.”

Fenrir chuckled, and this time his laugh was low and a little breathy. “Who said I only want to dance with you, Alice?” His face was close to hers and those petal-pink eyes held a heat in them both tender and fierce. 

“Y-you . . .” Alice cleared her throat, but that did nothing to ease the tightness. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest, the sound of her pulse loud in her ears. Fenrir’s arm was still draped over her shoulder and every place his skin touched hers was electric. 

“I like you.” He was blushing now too, but he didn’t look away. His gaze was mesmerizing to Alice, and she felt pulled toward him. Fenrir leaned closer to her, his lips almost touching hers. “May I kiss you?”

She tried to say yes but the word tangled on her tongue and all that came out was a short, sharp breath. 

Fenrir understood though, a slow, heated smile turning his lips up at the edges just before he touched them to hers. His kiss was ferocious, full of a passion like a bonfire, devouring her with warmth and light. He pulled back after a moment, his breath trembling in the air between them. “I wanted to do that for weeks.” His look told her he wanted even more. 

Alice kissed him again, savoring the feel of his body pressed close to hers. There was nothing in the world as sweet as this, she thought. 

When he pulled back the second time, there was something desperate in his expression. A hunger at odds with his gentlemanly dress and manners. “I . . . gotta stand up now. Come on, partner.” He stood and held his hand out to her. 

“W-where are we going?”

“Anywhere. Everywhere. I want to have adventures with you, Alice. Will you stay by my side?”

There was only one answer to that. Alice took his hand. “Everywhere sounds good, as long as I’m with you.”

***

Seth

She let out a sigh. “I wish -”

“To see me again? Wish granted.” The now-familiar voice came from just behind her. 

Alice turned to see her fairy godfather standing there, an insouciant smile on his face. “Seth! You startled me. Again!”

“You look cute when you’re surprised.” 

She blushed at the compliment and looked away, trying to hide it. He had this way of looking at her that made her feel terribly self conscious. Alice cleared her throat. “Ok, but that doesn’t explain why you’re here. There’s no ball today. Just chores.”

Seth laughed, closing the distance between them without taking a step. “You were about to make a wish. And wishes summon fairies.” He tilted her chin up with a fingertip, forcing her to meet his playful, heated gaze. “So tell me, lovely Alice, what is it you wish for?”

“I . . .” Her throat closed tight around the words, unable to speak them because they would admit so much. And her dream felt impossible. 

He gently brushed a lock of hair from her forehead, fingers trailing along the side of her face. His touch was gentle and full of an unspoken affection as he waited for her to get up the courage to speak.

“I wish I was somewhere else, anywhere but here. I want to be happy. I want to feel loved, like I matter . . .” Alice trailed off after the brief outburst, feeling she’d said too much already. 

Seth’s smile was gentle. “Done.” And just like that, they were somewhere else. Alice saw a bustling street below, with market stalls and shops. Her eyes were wide with surprise as she looked around the room. It was a well appointed parlor, nothing as fancy as the Tremaine manor but very nice. There were flowers on the table in impossible colors, and the lamps were glittering magic crystals. 

“I’m afraid happiness is up to you. But I can promise you are loved. And you do matter.” His brown-eyed gaze was warm and intimate, his voice a breathy sigh. He took her hand and clasped it tightly.

Alice leaned into his comforting touch, his words soothing a hurt in her that she hadn’t realized was there. “Seth . . .”

He giggled and spun her around, breaking the moment before Alice could process what he’d said. “So, as your fairy godfather, I am giving you this lovely flat in Central. There’s a teahouse and a pâtissière downstairs, and across the street you’ll find a market with everything else a girl could want.” 

“That sounds nice?”

“Enough to bring a smile to your beautiful face?” Seth’s grin widened and he pulled her into an unexpected embrace. “And if there is something you want, you can just wish for it. Anything.” His words were playful, tickling against her neck. 

Alice slipped her arms around him, and Seth went very still. “What if what I want is . . . you?”

“Then you are a very silly girl.” His voice shook as he said it, and she could not see what expression he made as he hid his face in her hair. “Fairy Godfathers aren’t allowed to fall in love with mortals.”

Alice turned her face to kiss his cheek, putting all the affection she held for him into this one, gentle touch. “I want to know you, Seth. The man holding me right now, not the fairy godfather.”

He shivered, a sigh escaping his lips at her touch. “You might not like him . . .”

“I think I already do,” she countered. “He is kind and funny. And he makes me smile. Seeing him . . . makes me happy.” Alice laid her head against his shoulder, where she could hear the fierce pounding of his heart. “I’d rather have just Seth, than a fairy godfather.”

“Even if just Seth can’t magic you up a fancy gown and carriage?”

Alice laughed softly. “A friend is way more important than those things.”

Seth let out a breath, the tension leaking from him. “I hope I’m more than just a friend.” His hand brushed the nape of her neck, a teasing gentle touch that sent little waves of warmth through her. 

“We’ll just have to find out, won’t we?” Alice pulled back from him so that she could see his face.

“We will.” He grinned.

[rayshippouuchiha]

Okay, but that anon with their husky voiced cinderella Ichigo and your addition of Jugram saying "in another guy's dream" is brilliant. Oh, I can just imagine Yhwach dreaming/seeing Ichigo and being somewhat obsessed, calling her his "cinderella with a husky voice" and possibly sending off some of his soldiers to find her without saying the real reason behind the search. The tightrope Jugram would need to walk if he were to find her first and not tell him. The possible betrayal Yhwach would feel if her were to find out that his most trusted soldier was sneaking behind his back to see her and lying to his face after he had confided in him.

I have a new ship

Right!?!?!

And honestly I'm just imagining this ending with Jugram somehow making sure Yhwach dies and Ichigo becomes Soul Queen.

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

You’re okay… I’ve got you, just hold on.

(Aricka x Gator Tillman)

(CONTENT WARNING: heavy mentions of blood, vomit mentions, goes into detail about how Gator was rendered blind, Ole Munch being a big old jerk, HEAVY angst and hurt/comfort, love confession, Aricka being in a freezing cold room with no jacket.)

She didn’t know where she was. She was trapped in a dark room, no windows or ventilation, just a door and four bare walls and it was absolutely freezing. Aricka was clad in a pair of pajama pants, barefoot with a pink t-shirt with hearts on it.

She tried to escape once, but Ole Munch nearly broke her arm throwing her back into the room with the threat of no food until she learned her lesson if she tried again.

The door opens and she scrambled to the corner of the room, not in the mood to be hurt by Ole Munch again. “Here, girlie,” he snarled. “Got you a little playmate to keep you company.” He throws someone else in the room who falls to the ground with a terrified cry. She waited until the door closed until she hurried over to the new prisoner. She rolled them over and gasped when she realized who it was.

“Gator-!” For it was her- situationship. She wanted a relationship with him, but he shied away from her touch every time she offered him something.

“…S’that you, Aricka?” He slurs. There was a blood-soaked bandana over his eyes, blood tricking down his cheeks and caking his lips.

“Yes, yes Gator. I’m here. What- what happened to you-?” He went still in her arms, and then a tidal wave of tears came, and she scrambled to pull him closer, into her arms as she tried to comfort him anyway she could.

“I can’t- can’t- I can’t see, Aricka; why can’t I see-?!” Was the first thing she could understand.

“I- I don’t know, Gator. What did he- what did he do to you-?” She ran her fingers through his messy brown hair, brushed her lips against his forehead. “I wish I could fix it, baby. I wish I could.”

“Didn’t even- didn’t even get to see you one last time before he-,” Gator shutters in her arms. “He took a- an iron and-,” then he’s scrambling away from her, and the heartbreaking sound of him vomiting could be heard. Moments later he returned and willingly returned to her embrace, the sight of him searching for her in the dark he was stuck in making tears flow from her own eyes.

“Oh, honey,” she whispered, wiping at his face and gently rubbing his back. “You didn’t deserve that…”

“I just wanna go home… is that cat still there? Mitsy?” She blinked when she realized he was calling her house home. And that he remembered her cat’s name.

“Mitsy Jade?” He nods. “Yeah. And she’s as feisty as ever.” He laughs, his head against her shoulder. “I got you…” she promised. “You’re okay now… you’re safe. I’ve got you. Just hold onto me til help comes.”

They sat in silence for a while, Gator mulling over her words. “… Can you- tell me what you’re wearing- so I can pretend I’m looking at you?” He asks shyly. There wasn’t any innuendo to his question, he just wanted to know what she was wearing, what she looked like in the moment.

She runs her fingers through his hair again, and replies, “I’m wearing my fuzzy Mickey Mouse pajama pants- the red ones- my pink Cinderella heart shirt and I’m barefoot.”

“The Cinderella one- that’s a shortsleeve- Aricka you’re freezin’,” he says, sitting up and fumbling to remove his jacket. “Here- here take it. It’s warm.”

She smiles, even though he can’t see it, and slips the warm police jacket on, relishing the warmth after being cold for so long. “Gator Lee Tillman, you’re the sweetest,” she says, pulling him back against her. “But now I gotta keep you warm. It’s only fair.”

His arms immediately slipped around her, his face pressing against her chest. “If we’re just being fair and all, I guess that’s okay,” he says. His voice was husky and raw from crying. “Is your hair up or down?” His hand wandered up her neck to feel her hair. “It’s up.. is it in a ponytail?” His touch sent lightning bolts up and down her spine, and she grabbed his hand, absently kissing the back of it.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I was getting ready for bed when-,” she stopped herself. Gator growled, gripped her tighter.

“He ain’t never gonna touch you again. Hear? I gotcha too. Goes both ways now.” Her heart flip flopped when he said that.

“Gator…” she whispered.

“Aricka Ruth Caines, the only woman stubborn enough to chase me down when I was running away from a relationship- I need you. Now more than ever. Will you give me a second chance? I’m pretty sure they’re gonna take me to jail- but after?”

“They ain’t gonna take you. We’re gonna explain everything- you’re gonna come home with me, it’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna take care of each other.” She holds him closer. “I won’t let you go.”

“… okay.” He lifts his head, “can I kiss you-? I really want to kiss you. Only if you want, though.”

Aricka laughs softly, cups his face. “What do you think, pretty boy?” He didn’t even have a chance to respond before she leaned forward and kissed him.

“Y’lips are soft…” He whispered. “You still using that strawberry chapstick?” She blushes and nods.

“Always. It’s my one weakness- well. Aside from this really cute boy.” He laughs.

“He must be really good looking to be such a weakness.”

“Oh yeah. He could be a movie star if he wanted.” They sit in silence for a while, Aricka leaned against the cold wall of the room, but with his jacket around her she felt warmer than ever. Gator was in between her legs, her arms around him as he rested his head on her chest.

Her heartbeat thumped quietly in Gator’s ear, he relaxed as the scent of her almond-mango soap filled his senses. She must’ve just taken a shower too, he thought. Thinking about her being in this room, alone and freezing and scared, filled him with an unstoppable anger. Nobody touched his girl.

Munch had just signed his death warrant. If Gator ever got his hands on him again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge

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[bitter69uk]

“Cinderella with a husky voice …”: sultry, smoky-eyed and ash blonde Lizabeth Scott (née Emma Matzo, 29 September 1922 - 31 January 2015) was born on this day 102 years ago. Possessor of a distinctive throaty voice described by John Kobal as sounding “as if it had been buried somewhere deep and was trying to claw its way out”, the underrated Scott was the most haunting and enigmatic of forties and fifties film noir actresses. (For many years, she was bedeviled by adverse comparisons to her doppelganger, the more famous Lauren Bacall). I’ve screened three of Scott’s films at the Lobotomy Room film club to date (Too Late for Tears (1949), Desert Fury (1947) and Pitfall (1948)) and it’s been gratifying to see audiences fall under her spell. I’d argue Scott is the last great “undiscovered” golden age Hollywood star (shamefully, The British Film Institute has never done a season of her films). Scott was famously reclusive in her later years, rarely granted interviews and her private life is shrouded in mystery. Author and filmmaker Todd Hughes’ 2022 memoir Lunch with Lizabeth – in which he affectionately recalls his friendship with the prickly and complicated Scott - does much to crack the enigma. Pictured: portrait of Scott from 1947.

[daydream-cement]

cinderella's dead

Characters: Larissa Weems

Warnings: Some NSFW elements mixed in.

Synopsis: Larissa grows into herself after her breakup with Morticia. This is a songfic based off cinderella's dead by EMELINE.

Authors Note: I absolutely loved writing this. I hope y'all like it too.

I was nineteen in a white dress When you told me I'm your princess So I played right in to your fantasy

"Don't you just look beautiful tonight, my princess." Morticia purred in Larissa's ear. Larissa had been sitting at her desk, applying her make-up in the mirror when Morticia came up behind her. Now Morticia's hands grazed over the shapeshifter's shoulders, sweeping the hair from Larissa's neck before she pressed a kiss to her flesh.

"Thank you..." Larissa hummed, enjoying the attention. Morticia had been spending so much time with Gomez lately that she hadn't been paying any attention to her. This was nice.

"Want to do me a favor?" Morticia's voice was husky as she continued her kisses, allowing her hands to travel down Larissa's chest. Larissa leaned back into the touch.

"Yes, anything." Larissa usually agreed to Morticia's requests without hesitation, willing to do anything for her roommate. She was so beautiful that it was hard to say no.

"Fuck me as Gomez again?" Larissa's heart sunk. She wished Morticia would want to be with her as she was, but she wanted Morticia's touch more. She loved having the raven-haired girl beneath her begging for more.

Larissa set down her make-up brush and nodded, shifting into the person that Morticia wished she was with.

Was your good girl, so I'd sit tight And if I don't speak, then we can't fight Looked in the mirror, now I can't believe

Larissa laid in her bed facing the wall, trying not to listen in to Morticia and Gomez enthralled in one another's embrace. They were moaning and gasping for breath as they made out and felt one another up.

Morticia said he would leave by 10pm, but here it was 11pm and he was still there.

"Gomez," Morticia was obviously trying to catch her breath, "You need to get back to your dorm room..."

"Oh, Tish..."

"I don't want you to get in trouble..." The kissing resumed until Larissa heard a pair of feet hit the floor.

"I love you, cara mia." Gomez pressed a kiss to Morticia's hand, causing Morticia to bite her lip.

"I love you, mon sauvage." Morticia whispered as she shut the door to her dorm room.

Larissa felt Morticia crawl into bed with her, causing her to turn over and face her best friend. Morticia pulled her into an embrace, Larissa's head resting on her chest.

"Isn't he dreamy..." Morticia asked, playing with Larissa's hair. A groan came from the dark-haired girl as she thought of her boyfriend.

Larissa took a deep breath and released it, "Mhmm."

She lied. Morticia was the dreamy one. Morticia was everything.

Morticia's hand found Larissa's chin, tilting her head up to capture her lips with her own. Some of Larissa's frustration began to fade away. Morticia was intoxicating.

"Care to mess around for a bit?" Morticia broke the kiss to whisper, her hands trailing lower down Larissa's body, "I'm so horny."

Larissa nodded frantically, attaching her lips back to Morticia's.

I forgot I was a bad bitch, tragic Breaking all the rules 'cause they were only habits Cinderella's dead now, casket You thought the shoe fit but I

"Rissa, care to do me a favor?" Larissa had been in this situation one too many times before. Graduation was a month away and she had finally come to the realization that Morticia would never pick her over Gomez. Once again, Morticia wanted her to shapeshift into Gomez so she could fulfill the aching between her legs.

"Can't. I have a study date." Larissa shrugged, grabbing her bag from her desk chair.

"A study date?" Morticia stood, her tone sounded like that of a child who just heard the word 'no' for the first time.

"Yeah, me and Françoise are working on a project. Don't wait up." Larissa flashed Morticia one of her winning smiles before she left her roommate alone in their dorm room.

(Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da)

Morticia was gone at Gomez's dorm room for the night. Larissa had been laying in bed. She felt an aching between her legs. She slipped a hand between her legs and began touching herself, thinking of only herself in that moment.

Enjoying the sensation between her legs, she was surprised when Morticia came back in the room, seeing that her roommate had been enjoying some 'private time'.

"Care for some company?" Morticia began sauntering towards Larissa, but stopped in her tracks at Larissa's response.

"No, thank you."

I forgot I was a bad bitch Now I'm blowing bubbles in my bath tub After six hours in the night club Got my feet up, put the TV on

Larissa was sitting in her bathtub, bubbles piled high in front of her. She leaned her head back on a towel behind her. The heat of the water and beautiful smells of the soaps had her in heaven.

The phone rang next to her. She pulled the long corded phone and set it on the closed toilet, knowing she wanted to enjoy herself in the tub all evening without having to get out.

She picked it up, a familiar voice on the other end.

"Larissa, it's Morticia! I'm coming into town. I was wondering if you-"

"Oh, sorry, Morticia. I am all booked up." Larissa said into the receiver before placing the phone back on the hook. She knew she was being petty and toxic, but nothing was going to wreck her peace. She had been working so hard to build her confidence that she didn't need Morticia coming back into her life to tear her down.

Probably end up on a rooftop With some new girls and our shoes off Might black out and text my mom (hello)

Larissa held up her drinks in unison with many of her newfound friends. She recently began working at Nevermore again as a history teacher. They had taken her to the bar in celebration of their newest addition to the Nevermore staff.

The night had been incredible, drinking and sharing stories and secrets. She hadn't thought of Morticia at all. For the first time she was building new friendships and didn't have a second half that people wanted to be with more. They all liked Larissa for herself.

Morticia stood outside the bar window. Gomez and her were supposed to be on a date night, but she paused to gaze at her former lover having a wonderful time. There was a pain in her chest. Was she jealous of her friend's new life without her?

I forgot I was a bad bitch, tragic Breaking all the rules 'cause they were only habits

Larissa wore black lingerie as she hung around her apartment. She had no visitors and no one to answer to. Morticia always told her to wear white. Black just wasn't her color, she would say.

Now, Larissa stood in front of the mirror. Hands trailing over her breasts and down to her thighs. She thought she looked incredible. That night she brought herself to orgasm again and again as she lay in front of the mirror. Only thinking of how beautiful she found herself.

Cinderella's dead now, casket You thought the shoe fit, but I

Morticia wrote Larissa a letter, but Larissa didn't even read it. She wasn't looking to have Morticia's friendship anymore.

Larissa put the stopper in the drain and turned on the water, filling the sink an inch full before she turned the water off. She took a match to the letter, allowing it to burn between her fingers before she dropped it in the water.

(Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da)

I forgot I was a bad bitch, tragic Breaking all the rules 'cause they were only habits

Larissa was in a bar in New York, enjoying a trip with some of her new colleagues. Well, she was actually tucked away in the corner of a bar, tongue in the mouth of a woman she hadn't known but twenty minutes. Larissa didn't care, however. This woman was hot and she wanted her.

Half an hour later, they had moved to the bathroom and this stranger was going down on Larissa. The shapeshifter was seated on the bathroom counter as the stranger was on her knees, offering Larissa some of the best cunnilingus she had ever had.

This was the first time she had sex with someone that wasn't Morticia. This stranger wanted Larissa. Just Larissa.

Cinderella's dead now, casket You thought the shoe fit, but I

It was Larissa's ten year class reunion. She knew she would see Morticia, but she didn't care. She was now the Principal of Nevermore Academy. She didn't need anyone's approval but her own. Larissa stood in the entryway, greeting her peers as they entered the great hall.

"Larissa!" Morticia smiled at her former friend, her arm looped through her husband's.

"Morticia. Great to see you! Enjoy your night." Larissa's diplomatic smile brushed her ex lover to the side, knowing that Morticia would have to see her enjoying herself for the night.

I forgot I was a bad bitch (Forgot I was a bad bitch, bad bitch, bad bitch) I forgot I was a bad bitch (Forgot I was a bad bitch)

Larissa laughed with many of her old peers, reminiscing about the past, but she was cornered by Morticia when she went to get another drink.

"I've heard your still single." Morticia stated, was she rubbing it in or was she looking to reignite something.

"Well, I'm not really looking right now. I have a couple of people I may see on the weekends, but nothing serious." Larissa shrugged, as she looked back onto the party before looking down at Morticia, aiming to make her old roommate feel small.

"Oh, really?" Morticia straightened her back, trying to make herself taller.

"I actually have my eyes on someone right now." Larissa looked passed Morticia at an old classmate who had asked Larissa on a date back in high school when Larissa was pining after Morticia.

Morticia was left standing alone. Larissa really had moved on.

(Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da)

[cxncordia]

Armando was a true alpha male, and his cock was still rock hard after his orgasm. His body was rippling with strength, and his cock was throbbing and pulsating. "That's it, slut." He growled, his voice low and rumbling. "Show me that sweet ass." The werewolf grabbed the girl's hips, and leaned forward, giving a gentle sniff to the now exposed privates.

There he could feel that sweet aroma of innocence and virginity, which made him even more aroused. His cock was already dripping with precum, and his balls were full and heavy in just a matter of seconds; there was no doubt that Armando was made to fuck and get this girl impregnated. "You want this, don't you?" Armando asked, his voice husky and deep. He licked his lips staring at the pucker hole and the labia covered in a translucent glistening coat of love juices.

As he settled himself on his knees, the werewolf slid his hands along the girl's voluptuous curves, memorizing every inch of her body. His nostrils flared as he inhaled her sweet scent, savoring the moment. "Let's see if that pussy tastes as good as it smells." The wolfman snarls as he leans forward, burying his face between Nolan's thighs.

Armando ran his tongue along the smooth surface of the blonde's pussy, loving the sweet taste of her juices. "Delicious." He moaned, his voice muffled by the girl's sensitive flesh. He inhaled deeply, taking in her sweet scent as he continued to lap at her wetness. Her body was quivering as she submitted to his oral assault, and he was loving every moment of it.

The werewolf worked his tongue in and out of the girl's opening, pushing her limits with every stroke. He could feel her body tense and arch, and he knew he was driving her wild. Armando smiled as he gently flicked his tongue over the tip of her clit, the tiny bud growing hard under his touch. He was in total control, and he was loving it.

Suddenly, Armando slid his tongue lower, allowing his thick muscle to trace the rim of the girl's asshole. He was hungry for more, and he wanted to taste all of her. The delicious dark hole quivered as his warm breath ghosted over it, and the alpha wolf could feel the tremble in her body as she surrendered to his touch. His tongue slithered between the swollen pink lips of the girl's labia, eagerly lapping up the juices that flowed from her opening.

"Such a good girl." He groaned, his voice muffled by the slick folds that coated his lips. Armando curled his tongue, and plunged the rigid muscle deep inside the girl's tight entrance, tasting her virgin hole. He slowly slid his thick tongue in and out, swirling it along the sides of her tight walls, before pushing deeper. The entire shaft of his tongue was now buried inside her, and he could taste the deep, dark notes of her anal sphincter.

Armando gripped the girl's slender hips, pulling her body closer to his mouth. He was devouring her ass, and he was savoring every moment. The werewolf pulled his tongue out with a lewd "pop", a dark smirk plastered over his face. "You like that, don't you?" One hard slap followed, echoing inside the room. "Come on Cinderella, I want to hear you beg for my dick to destroy that pussy."

@sinfulnesxx

The girl felt light-headed, she felt dizzy, she could barely see through her tears, and her lungs burned from the clear lack of air, but she didn't want Armando to stop (It's not like she had a choice either anyway). Besides, hearing those sweet compliments, telling her she was a good girl, made her pussy throb. The beautiful blonde girl could feel the werewolf grabbing her head harder and harder; the force of his thrusts had become something literally inhuman; it was the first time they fucked her throat like that.

Through her tears, she could see her alpha male's body tense, his muscles tighten, and hearing that, Nolan did her best to keep her pouty pink lips around the thick cock that was tearing her throat apart in bestial savage assaults. Nolan could feel every throb of Armando's cock in her mouth, she knew what was about to happen, and in a matter of seconds, finally her hard work paid off. Between loud grunts, she listened to Armando and finally felt that massive cock begin to feed her powerful load.

Armando's warm sticky cum gushed out, shot after shot sliding down her throat, like a fucking overflowing river running all the way down her esophagus. It was too much, Nolan had never been with a man who shot so much cum, although, again, she had to remember that Armando was no ordinary human after all. And when it was all finally over, she felt as the werewolf released his head and that massive cock left her mouth with a resounding "pop"

Her beautiful pink lips glistened in the dim light of the few spotlights shining on them, they were swollen, in a mixture of saliva and thick strands of cum that hung from her mouth connecting with the man's length. Nolan was breathing in big puffs, coughing, and feeling his jaw and throat ache like a son of a bitch. But Nolan would do it again without a second thought. At her master's command, her male, the small, skinny female, did as she was ordered.

She got down on all fours. She arched her back until her head was against the floor, spreading her legs as best she could, since she was still wearing her Cinderella princess costume, and raised her ass. The skirt was short enough, that when she bent over, it was easy to see the lingerie thong she was wearing, how wet the fabric was and it was easy access to her two holes.

“Is the big bad wolf going to eat me?” asked the beautiful girl with a tender, innocent yet seductive tone of voice as she shook her hips a little to tempt the huge powerful horny werewolf even more. "Oh please don't hurt me, big bad wolf. If you spare my life, I'll let you give me your knot. I promise to give you strong pups and be a good mother and wife” Nolan commented smiling as she played the helpless little princess role.

@cxncordia

[katefiction]

All About Is in The Bahamas

by Martha

Disclaimer: This is an adult fanfiction. If you're uncomfortable with this type of stories, you may not read. I enjoyed writing it so much. I hope the readers enjoy as much as I did <3

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I looked at the reflection of my husband on the mirror. Even though he tried to hide, his lustful eyes weren't unnoticed by me. I love when I notice that look of him on me. 

It was our last night of Caribbean tour. We just got back from the evening reception by the Bahamas government. Despite the whole tour was smeared by the hateful media, we considered these 8 days as our second honeymoon! Although William seemed really upset since the evening but after the reception ended successfully with a brilliant speech from him, he couldn't be happier. I was so proud of him once again when he gave his speech. And his sweetest smile at me during the speech, I loved it more than anything...

William was taking off his shirt now. I shamelessly watched his bare toned back and muscular arms. Shivers ran down through my spine, a feeling that never gets old.

- 'Would you help me with the dress, babe?,' I asked him quietly. He looked back and smiled - 'That would be my pleasure, Your Royal Highness!,' he said and came closer to me. I trembled as his hands touched my back while pulling down the zip. And I knew it wasn't because his hands were cold but my hormones became a mess by that time, I also knew that the same happened to him! We both have been a mess even before and during the reception and couldn't wait until we get home and grab on each other's! I could see his growing bulge when he first saw me in the gown. I was already turned on since then and I knew how turned on he was when his hand slipped from my back down to my butt, forgetting that we were still in public, at a reception thrown for us in a foreign country!

- 'May I?,' he whispered as looking into my eyes through the mirror. 

I nodded and he didn’t wait a moment before slowly pulling the sleeves down through my arms. The satin fabric brushed my nipples, large and hard from desire and fell down near my waist. 

- 'I loved your dress tonight,' William whispered as bringing his lips on my neck. I barely could breath as he placed wet kisses all over my neck and shoulders.

- 'You looked like my real life Cinderella, Catherine...,' he whispered. 

I love when his husky voice call my actual name while we get lost into the world of steamy passion!

- 'But I loved it more now while taking it off...,' William added before licking behind my earlobe. It tickled and I giggled. But I had to stop soon as the roughness of my husband's face went down my body, his lips to my throat and eventually stopped on my cleavage, I moaned. He started to play with me now, seeing how I was on the verge of wanting him more and more! He didn't make another move until I turned around and got up. My dress slowly fell down on my feet in front of his mischievous eyes! I was almost naked now, except my thongs and the necklace. I stepped out of the dress, - 'Why did you stop?,' I asked as approaching him and put my arms around his neck. He smirked and held my waist and slowly his hands slipped towards my butts.

- 'You didn't seem to want more,' he said.

'Don't play, Mr. Cambridge...,' I whispered - 'If I join the game, you'll lose!'

- 'Oh yeah?,' William whispered - 'I hate losing, Mrs. Cambridge.. I am your super competitive husband, remember'

And before I could say another word, he slipped his left hand inside my thongs and pushed three fingers into my wetness! I couldn't help but let out a loud moan that probably echoed throughout the hallway of the hotel floor we were staying! God! I still can't take when he does that. His lips started exploring me again. It didn't stop this time and he took my right nipple into his mouth while his right hand kneaded the other breast. All I could do was whispering his name. I dug my nails into his back when I felt his warm breath between my thighs...

- 'You won't be needing that,' William said as he pulled down my thongs and smiled before placed his mouth into my entrance. He licked up and down slowly and pushed his warm tongue inside. Ah! That feeling! My whole body shivered as I tried to keep balance holding his shoulders. Lifting me up, he wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel the pressure of his erected manhood against my stomach and couldn't stop myself from kissing him on lips hard. I don't get dominant when we have sex. I enjoy giving the control away to him. I let his lips engulfed mine. He put me down on the wooden table while our lips were still locked. We were out of breath when we stopped the kiss. My shaky hands worked on his belt buckles and promptly pulled those trousers down along with his boxers. I had to close my eyes! Yes, I do, even after all these years! William chuckled before lowering his face and kissing every inch of my stomach. He started going up to my naked body. My hands went up to touch him but he pinned my arms against the table. I let out a sigh.

- 'God... I love you, my beautiful wife,' he whispered and kissed all over my breasts and teased my nipples with his tongue.

- 'Fuck me already!,' I groaned underneath my uneven breath. 

He smirked dirtily - 'We've got the whole night... Why so hurry?,' he said and wrapped his lips around my right nipples once again and bit down lightly, hard enough to make me scream of pleasure. He pinched and rolled my other nipple between his thumb and index finger and sent unbelievable spirit through all my body.

- 'FUCK, WILLIAM!,' I screamed shamelessly!

- 'Hshh.. They could hear you, babe,' William whispered and I moaned loudly as he slowly went inside of me at the same time, for the 6th time during this 2nd honeymoon! He went halfway and pulled back. I lifted my head up to look at him - 'Stop playing!,' I commanded only to see his smirk again.

He pushed inside again slowly but made sure so that I could feel every moment his entering! I freed my arms from his grip and pulled his face closer. We kissed hard once again as he pushed every inch of him inside me. 

- 'Faster...,' I moaned and bit down on his lower lip. He obliged. He kissed down my neck and throat hard and I knew he was going to leave dark pink marks there. I wanted them! I love those marks. His thurst became even faster and I had to arch my back off the table to take those thursts! He drilled deeper and harder.

- 'I hope I'm not hurting you,' he whispered as rubbing my clit by his thumb and kissed on the crook of my neck. Hurt? No, that was pain from paradise! He hit my g-spot again and again with his tip and rubbed my clit until his hand was covered with my fresh cum.

With one last thurst, hours later, he collapsed, lay heavy on me. By then, we both were sweating and panting hard. We chuckled as looking into each other's eyes.

- 'The table hurts, Wills,' I whispered as caressing his cheek.

- 'Oh.. Damn... I'm so sorry,' he said as trying to catch his breath and lifted me up, bridal style.

  Finally, the bed! I rolled close to him and he pulled me into his chest.

- 'I guess it's not too late to do it again!,' I whispered after a few minutes. 

William looked at me and laughed dirtily as intertwining his legs with mine and slowly entered his manhood into me...

The bathtub got filled with warm water and bubbles and I stepped into it. I sighed with satisfaction. The night has been amazing. I leaned back and closed my eyes as the bubbles tickled my sore nipples.

- 'Is there space for two?'

I startled with his voice and opened my eyes to find him standing in front of me with his toned, masculine, naked structure, a blissful sight to watch!

- 'You'll fit!,' I said and he stepped inside the tub, sat behind me. His still erected shaft poked my butts as I leaned against him. His hands slowly went up through my waist and eventually stopped as cupping my breasts. I moaned quietly as he massaged them over and over again. They fit perfectly in his hands. The feel of his huge hands over them has always been heavenly. He caressed the nipples with his thumbs. I wanted to give him back the pleasure. So I took his shaft into my hand and stroked it gently until he hissed and bit down my neck as squeezing my breasts...

I shivered a bit under the duvet. We were too tired and too lazy to put any clothes on. William took me into his arms and smashed me into his chest. The blond on his chest rubbed my nipples and made me giggle. He caressed my back with his fingers and kissed me on forehead - 'Thank you,' he whispered in tired voice after getting collapsed for the third time that night. I couldn't even whisper anything.

- 'Sleep tight, Baby'

~THE END~

[ikeromantic]

CinderAlice pt2

The winner of the IkeRev 1K AU story poll was Cinderella! Featuring the Black Army guys and Alice as Cinderella. 2900 words Pt. 2/4

Part 1

Alice finally pulled herself out of bed some hours later. Her step-sisters and Lady Tremaine were already gone, off in a hired carriage to the palace. “At least I have the house to myself,” she muttered as she shuffled to the kitchen.

Technically, she wasn’t allowed to cook food for herself, but the lady never noticed as long as she didn’t use much and cleaned everything up after. Tonight, she promised herself something sweet.

She set her dress on a stool and began pulling out the cream and sugar, berries and flour. Outside, dusk was slipping into evening and she could see the faintest light from the first star of the evening. “I wish there was something better than this,” she sighed. “I just wanted . . . I don’t know. I guess it’s stupid. And here I am, talking to myself. Also silly.” Alice gave a dry laugh. 

As she turned back to the table, a strange blue glow caught her eye. Alice turned back toward the window. She expected to see someone passing by with a magic crystal lantern, but instead, there was a man. He stood just outside the window, staring in, and the glow was coming from him. “AHHHHHHH!” She screamed and threw the spoon in her hand at him. 

“Ah! Ouch! Hey!” The man caught the spoon just before it hit him. “That’s no way to greet a fairy godfather, now is it?” 

“A what?” Alice grabbed a nearby frying pan, ready to defend herself. 

“Fairy. Godfather. Didn’t you just make a wish, sweetie?” He smiled brightly. 

She had, of course, heard of such things. In stories. But she had to admit, if there was a fairy godfather, they would look just like this guy. Ethereally pretty, skin aglow with the touch of magic, a cheery look in his eye, and a sparkle in the air around him. “I did,” she said finally, lowering the pan. 

“Oh good. Because I had my heart set on a makeover today!” He came through the window and walked to the table. When he snapped his fingers, the entire kitchen turned into a fancy dressing room. The counters became vanities with hair and makeup tools, the pantry turned into a walk-in closet hung with gowns a queen could wear, and the dish rack became a shoe rack. 

Alice blinked and set the pan down, only realizing as she did that it was a hairbrush now. “I - I don’t understand.”

“Oh honey, we are going to that ball tonight. And we are going to be the prettiest people there.” He laughed at her expression of surprise. “You wanted a night like a dream, right? So . . . I’m here to make sure it happens. When I’m done, you’ll be too gorgeous to look away from. Although -” He looked her over with a grin, “you’re already irresistible.”

She felt her cheeks heat at the compliment and the glint in his eyes. “Ummm. Ok. I don’t really know what I should do. I don’t - I can’t pay you anything, Mister - ah, Godfather, sir.” 

“As if I’d accept a penny.” He crossed the space between them. “And please, don’t call me mister. It makes me feel old. Call me Seth.” 

Alice nodded mutely. She wasn’t sure what to say or do. This didn’t feel real, but it was too crazy to be anything else. “So how does this work?”

“Like so.” Seth guided her over to one of the vanities and sat her down. A comb and brush appeared in his hands and her hair fell out of its bun. He grinned at her surprised gasp. “Don’t look so surprised,” he laughed and bent close to add, “I’m just getting started.”

His breath tickled her cheek and his lips were so close to her ear that Alice could almost feel the satin brush of them as he spoke. Her eyes went wide and heat stained her face. 

Seth’s smile held a knowing look as he met her gaze in the mirror. “You know you don’t need to go to a royal ball to have a good time. We could throw our own little party here.” His voice was low and husky, different completely from the bright sing-song tone of his introduction. 

“I . . .” Alice swallowed, trying to think clearly. 

“Just kidding.” Seth straightened, his playful expression back in place. “Now let’s get this makeover going!”

It took him almost no time to style her hair and apply her makeup. He swapped out her dress with a gesture, going through a whole season’s worth of designs and colors. Some, Alice had to walk and turn in, giggling as he commented on the fit like she was in a fashion show. Every outfit was incredible, but none felt quite right. Until a familiar multi-colored silk settled over her skin. 

“Seth! This dress! It looks -” her voice trembled a little as she smoothed her hands over the embroidery of the bodice. “It looks just like the one I made. Only . . . are these real jewels? And this, it’s thread of gold!” The panels looked like painted silks instead of barely matched swatches, and the layers of the skirt fell lightly together like flower petals.

His smile was kind and a little wistful. “It’s the dress you would have made. Your vision, recaptured by magic.” 

She reached out and clasped his hands. “I want to wear this one. Please!”

“It looks perfect on you. All you need now are the accessories.” Seth stepped around her to place a choker on her neck, his fingertips caressing the nape of her neck for a breathless moment. 

Her heart sped up as he slipped a bracelet onto her wrist, but she got ahold of herself as his hands brushed her ears. “Wait! I have earrings.” She fumbled at the skirt, remembering they were in the inner pocket. Though her dress now should have no such feature, she found them anyhow as if under the layers of silk, she still wore her apron and rags. 

Seth laughed as he took them from her hand and put them in. “Lovely.” He took a step back and looked her over. “The only thing you need is a stylish pair of shoes. And I know just the ones.” He snapped his fingers and they appeared on her feet. Lady’s slippers cut from magic crystals. They held a soft glow that lit the silk of her dress from beneath, and made the entire outfit gleam. 

Alice laughed and spun, making the skirt flare and swing around her legs. “This is amazing! Thank you Seth! You are the best fairy godfather a girl could want!”

“Your smile makes it all worthwhile.” He set a hand on her shoulder. “Just remember, fairy magic isn’t permanent. The spell holding this outfit together expires at midnight, so don’t stay out too late.” 

“Midnight! Got it!” She hugged him. “You really are the best!” Then she pulled back, realization dawning on her. “But wait, I don’t really know where to go! And I can’t walk there . . . not dressed like this.”

Seth shook his head, laughing. “You don’t think I’d forget to provide you with a ride. And you already have the address.” He closed his hand and then opened it again, revealing a scrap of paper with an address scrawled on it. “This is where you go and -” he pointed toward the window, “there’s your ride.”

“This is the paper from that man I bumped into! Sirius! He works at the castle?”

“Sir Oswald is the prince’s senior advisor.” Seth raised an eyebrow, teasing. “You didn’t know?”

“Oh my god! I bumped into Sir OSWALD!” She felt mortified. Not only had she slammed into him but then she hadn’t recognized him either. “This is too embarrassing.”

Seth grinned and slipped a finger under her chin, tipping her face up. “Don’t worry. Tonight, you aren’t the serving girl from Central. You are a mysterious princess, exotic and lovely. Now go and have fun!”

And just like that, Alice found herself in a sparkling white coach pulled by a team of bay stallions. The coachman took the scrap of paper with a nod and they were off.  

As they drew closer to the palace, the evening filled with soft strains of music and the hum of distant conversation. Alice felt elated, excitement and nervousness coursed through her the louder the sounds became. When the coach rolled to a stop, and the carriage door swung open, she almost didn’t step out. But the coachmen smiled up at her kindly and held out his hand, so she took it. After, she was handed off to a palace guard who guided her up a wide gilded marble staircase to the ballroom door. He knocked once, and the door swung open to reveal a tall man with gorgeous mauve hair and eyes of rose-petal pink.

“Sir Godspeed,” Alice gasped. Everyone knew Fenrir Godspeed. He was a knight, a hero, and often spent time in town helping people. He was also supposed to be a bit wild and unpredictable, which she could believe, seeing him up close. There was something mischievous in his smile, something that made her heart pound.

“Just Fenrir. Nobody calls me Sir,” Fenrir laughed and held a hand out to her. “So who’re you?”

A-Alice?”

He pulled her close, leaning in to look at her expression. “Not sure, huh?” Fenrir chuckled and then reached up to ruffle her hair. “Don’t look so nervous, Alice. Royal balls are just like any other party.”

She nodded. “Ok. I - I’ve never been to one before. I don’t want to look silly.”

He ruffled her hair once more before taking her arm and turning her to face one side of the room.

“See that guy over there in the hat that looks like a giant mushroom?” 

“Yes?”

“No one’s gonna notice as long as you don’t look sillier than that guy. Got it?” Fenrir nudged her. 

Alice couldn’t help but giggle. The man he’d mentioned did look pretty ridiculous. 

“You look even prettier when you smile like that.” Fenrir’s gaze was warm and friendly. “Guess what? I’ll do you a favor. I’ll keep an eye on you tonight and if you look bored or out of place, I’ll rescue you. Got it?”

“Got it.” She grinned at him. But there was still a tension to her shoulders that she couldn’t quite shake. Alice looked away, not wanting him to see that she wasn’t completely cheered. 

Fenrir’s thumb grazed her cheek. “Hey! That’s not the smile I wanted to see.”

“Heh. Yeah. Sorry. I just - are you sure it’s ok that I’m here? Even if I don’t make an idiot of myself, I’m just a servant. I cook and clean all day. Everyone else is noble and -”

He took her chin in his hand and gently turned her face back toward him. “Hey. Don’t let anybody tell you where you do and don’t belong. My buddy the Prince held this ball for all the people of Cradle and he’d want you to have fun.”

It looked like he wanted to say more, but he was being called over by a group of ladies. Sir Godspeed was very popular, and having met him, Alice could understand why. She patted his arm. “Thanks Fenrir. I’m going to go have a good time.”

“That’s the spirit.” His fingertips grazed her jawline, sending a little shiver through her as he let go. Then he gave her a thumbs up and then sauntered over to his fans to see what they wanted.

Feeling better, and a little more relaxed, Alice made her way into the ballroom. There were people dancing in the center with people standing at the edges and chatting in groups.She did not see her step-mother or step-sisters, though she knew they were here somewhere. Hopefully she could avoid them for the night. 

Her eyes lit on a table of sweet treats in one corner, and she decided to grab a snack. They looked delicious. Chocolates that looked like flowers and tiny cakes with pearls of icing and -

“Why hello there little lady! I was hoping I might see you here tonight.” 

Alice spun at the words and came nose to chest with the tall, amethyst-eyed man from town.  “You! You didn’t tell me you were Sir Oswald! I am so, so sorry I bumped into you!”

Sirius smiled and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “It was my fault. And I hope you don’t hold it against me.” He chuckled, his smile kind. 

“I . . . thanks. I don’t.” Alice took a step back, hoping he wouldn’t notice the heat in her cheeks. There was something about being so close to a man like him that made her pulse race. Which was silly. He was just being nice, afterall. She returned his smile. 

“So it looks like you were about to sample one of the petit fours? The glace are the best. Here, try this one.” He picked up a small caramel tartlet and held it out for her to take a bite. 

Alice felt herself go even redder. She couldn’t remember anyone feeding her a bite of anything, ever. It felt like an intimate gesture, but she didn’t want to be rude. She leaned forward just enough to take a small bite, and felt his fingertip brush her lip as she came away. It was impossible to focus on the pastry. 

“Pretty good, isn’t it?” Sirius didn’t seem to notice how red she was getting, or if he did, he was kind enough to pretend. 

She had no idea how the tartlet tasted. Her lips still felt buzzy from that satin barely there touch but she wasn’t going to tell him that. “Yep. Delicious.”

He glanced away, a thoughtful look on his expressive face. “Would you like to dance with me?”

“Dance? I - I don’t really know how.” 

Sirius held out his hand to her. “Let me show you.”

Alice felt more than a little nervous about it, but the couples on the floor did look as if they were having fun. And what was the point of going to a royal ball if you didn’t dance? She set her hand in his, feeling the large, calloused palm enclose her fingers. 

He led her out onto the dance floor and then turned to face her. Sirius kept holding her right hand, but set her left hand on his shoulder and put his left on her upper back. “Alright. I’m going to go slow, little lady. Just follow my lead, ok?”

And then they began to move. Alice felt horribly awkward at first. Step forward, and to the side and feet together and - she just kept focusing on not stepping on him or tripping. But his smile and the confident look in his eyes made her begin to relax. 

“Now you look like you’re enjoying yourself.” Sirius smiled. “I’m glad.” His expression turned a little bashful. “You know, I was just thinking, I’ve met you twice now and I still don’t know your name.”

“It’s -”

“Hey old man! Stop hogging the prettiest girls to yourself.” Fenrir tapped Sirius on the shoulder, interrupting the conversation. 

“Hey! I’m not that much older than you.” He let his arm drop, but kept hold of Alice’s hand. 

Fenrir chuckled. “Yeah, says the senior advisor. Anyway, you had enough time with her. If she’s dancing, it’s my turn.” 

Sirius sighed. His violet eyes found Alice’s gaze, and she saw the flicker of something incredibly tender in their depths. “If it’s alright with you?” At her nod, he let go of her hand and took a step back. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Of course. Thank you for showing me how to dance.” She gave him the best curtsy she could do. 

“That guy was teaching you how to dance? You should have asked me. I can show you how to really move.” Fenrir grinned, his smile full of joy and a hint of pride. 

Alice couldn’t help but smile back. “Alright. But this is my first time to dance, so go easy on me?”

Fenrir laughed and took her hand. “The only thing you gotta remember is this.” He pulled her close until their noses were almost touching. “Trust your partner.” Then they were moving. He walked her through another set of steps, similar but with a very different feel to dancing with Sirius. Step and step and step and tap and - 

She squealed as he swung her out and then spun her back against him, surprised. But it was so much fun she was laughing too. 

“See? Now let’s go!” 

From there, his speed increased, and Alice found the best way to keep up was really just to follow his lead and trust him. He spun her in circles and tossed her in the air, slid her between his legs and out the other side to catch her again. They were both laughing and it was honestly the most fun she’d had in a long time. So different from the reassuring solidity of Sirius, though Alice supposed it wasn’t a good idea to compare the two. Like apples and oranges. 

When Fenrir paused to let Alice catch her breath, there was a literal line of ladies waiting to dance with him next. She even spied Druzilla waiting. “You should probably see to your fans,” she sighed. “I don’t mind. I think I need a break anyway.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Alright. But don’t go far. I’d like to dance with you again. You’re a great partner. I can’t believe it’s your first time at a ball!”

Alice felt giddy from the the compliment. She hadn’t expected to have this much fun tonight, nor to get a dance with two of the most famous and beloved men of the royal court. It was everything she could have dreamed of.

Part 3

[cocobutnochanel]

The Kims | 18+

Genre: smut, angst, drama, au

Main Characters: Kim Minseok, Kim Junmyeon, Kim Jongin x Reader (oc: female)

Warnings: profanity, sex scenes, aggression, mature themes, slavery(not literally idk)

Summary: When you thought life wasn't a fairytale and you were no Cinderella, truth slaps you in the face when you become an orphan overnight and your step-family sells you off to the richest family in town.

Kink List: gangbang, double penetration, virginity, mention of tears, mention of blood, screaming, size difference, verbal degradation, uniform fetish, biting, leaving marks, dom!Jongin, masochist!Jongin

Part 2

(Part 1, Part 3)

Three days have gone and you have settled in the Kim household. Baekhyun guided you through it, all the things you must know and do. He also introduced you to the other two slaves in the mansion: Yixing and Kyungsoo. He was such a good friend to you, he made sure you never felt alone.

Nothing have really happened regarding the thing Minseok asked of you. The Kims were busy the past few days, Baekhyun said. Either way, you were thankful.

You often see Junmyeon walking around the house. It seemed like he was the brother that was home more, other than Jongdae who was married and had to stay home of course. You barely saw Minseok and Jongin. You were kind of thankful for that because you didn’t know how to interact with a grinning playboy and a scowling grumpy-pants. You were also grateful to the fact that Junmyeon hasn’t paid much attention to you.

After settling in your room, you help Baekhyun, Yixing and Kyungsoo in their jobs. Baek was the driver slash errand guy, Yixing was the gardener and Kyungsoo was the house chef. You were the only person there who felt like you weren’t serving any purpose at all. To let yourself feel better, you help the three in their respective roles.

“Oh, Baek!” You call out to Baekhyun who was now entering the house with tired eyes. “Hey..” He lazily greeted you, slumping back on the huge couch in the living room.

“I’ve been with Yixing all day. I helped him trim the grass outside.” You smiled at him as you drew yourself nearer to the boy who was resting. “Lucky you.” He sighed.

You sat beside him and patted him on the back. He laughed and leaned his head on your shoulder. “By the way, why are you so busy today?” You say, petting his head that was leaning on you.

“Jongin and Minseok is back. They got me to run around town to finish whatever business they left before they went abroad the last two days.” He rolls his eyes, tired at his bosses’ orders.

“It’s okay, Baekhyunie. We’ll survive.” You tried to cheer him up but he suddenly sat up. He shifted his position so he can look at you straight in the eye.

You raise an eyebrow at him, demanding an explanation. “They’re back and you won’t be so free anymore especially with Minseok around. Address them properly always. I think they’ll be home tonight.” He held your wrist tightly as if you’d die if you forgot what he just said.

“Stop worrying about me, Baek. I’ll be fine. I knew what I was getting myself into.” You gave him a reassuring smile yet it didn’t convince him that much. He still looked like he’d fall to his knees any second right now because of his worry for you. “Baek, I’ll be fine, I said!” You offered him another smile.

“Okay, if you say so.” He finally gave in, giving you a toothy grin. A dirty Yixing suddenly entered the house. “Baek, Minseok just pulled in the driveway. Y/N, be in your room.” Yixing informed you and Baek.

You quickly get on your feet to go back to your bedroom in the fifth floor. Baekhyun also rushed outside to meet Minseok. Your heart was pounding as you entered the mansion’s elevator and wait for it to arrive on your room’s floor. 

It was the first time Minseok was present ever since he assigned that ‘task’ to you. You quickly hurry inside your bedroom and take a shower, knowing Minseok would want to see you presentably when he arrives.

You briskly took a bath and dried off. He was already downstairs for sure. You pull out a sundress from your tiny cabinet. You barely saved some of your nice clothes from your old home.

You took your towel off, about to put on the underwear you chose for today but someone opened your door and entered your room. In a flash, you turn around without thinking about your current state which is you being unclothed. You see Minseok in a large hoodie and denim pants. He looked so different from the first time you saw him.

“What’s the point of wearing clothes when I’ll take it off you later?” His voice was husky as his eyes scanned your bare body. You wanted to cover it but sadly, he has seen everything already. You only squirmed in unease as his eyes continued to be glued onto you.

“Shy, aren’t you? By the way, I got you a gift.” This made you look at him in the eye. He gave you a sly grin that sent shivers down your spine. A pink paperbag was handed to you.

You accepted it with a shy smile and a mumbled thanks. You open the bag expecting to see souvenirs since he was from another country. Instead of souvenirs, you see shiny blue cloth and a tiny white string. You get it out of the bag and your eyes widened at the provocative piece of clothing.

You were a virgin but you knew what this was. It was a lingerie that somehow resembled a maid’s outfit. 

You bring a hand to your mouth to try to cover the shock that took over your senses but it was too late, Minseok already noticed. His eyes glinted with so much amusement as you scan the piece of cloth he called a ‘gift’.

“This isn’t your first time, right?” He tried to tease you but when you look at him in the eye with uncertainty, his jaw dropped and the amusement in his eyes glistened once more. “You’re a virgin?” He asked, disbelieving. “Answer me.” He commanded when you only blushed at the question. 

“Y-Yes, sir..” You bit your lip nervously. He chuckled, his eyes never leaving you. “Wait a sec. Put that on while I get back to you.” He holds up a finger and went out of your door. 

Tears immediately welled up in your eyes when you assumed he didn’t want you. You kept overthinking, biting your lower lip harder than you did earlier. But still, you slipped on the lingerie costume he bought you despite thinking he won’t even come back. He left because you were undesirable and had no experience at all, you concluded in your own head.

He walks back into your room, a smirk playing on his thin lips. Your eyes immediately meet his and his smirk grows when he sees you in the lingerie he bought. “If it’s your first time, you deserve more fun.” Minseok wriggled his eyebrows and you were confused.

Jongin entered the door, in a dashing suit but a tired look. You don’t know why but wearing this costume and having two pairs of eyes scan you up and down got you feeling funny in your stomach. It was a weird feeling you never had before.

“Hyung, she’s a virgin?” Jongin asked Minseok, licking his lips while looking at you. You shiver at his stare as the funny feeling intensified.

“There’s only one way to find out.” Minseok paced around you like a predator with hungry eyes. Minseok may have been the first man to come closer but Jongin was an untamed monster who claimed your neck without words.

His breath on your nape made all the hair on the back of your neck stand. It was hot, intoxicating and addicting. You couldn’t recognize your own voice as you let out your first moan when the tip of his tongue started drawing circles on your skin. 

You were about to moan once again when Jongin started to suck your sensitive skin but Minseok caught it with a kiss. There was a smile playing on the corner of his lips as he suckled on your bottom lip.

You wanted to moan and call out the name of the two sirs but their mouths were stopping you from thinking any further. All you could make out were incoherent groans as their mouths attacked even more, succumbing to your moans.

Jongin’s mouth traveled south and his tongue teasing your chest made you lose your balance. You fell to the floor, leaving Minseok’s lips in the air. The coldness of the floor hit your back and the feeling you were having down there intensified. However, despite falling, Jongin had his lips glued onto your left boob that barely fit the lingerie. He devoured it like the animal that he was as you arched your back and asked for more.

You could barely keep your eyes open but when an electric shock struck your core, you knew it was Minseok down there kissing the insides of your thighs. Your eyes rolled upwards helplessly as they claimed your sensitive spots you never knew you even had.

You felt Jongin’s teeth grazing your nipple and you couldn’t help but plead. You didn’t even know what you were begging for but you were sure that if you did, they’d give you what you want.

“S-Sirs..” You breathed as Minseok’s lips neared your femininity. His index finger was playing with the string on your pussy that barely covered it. Your eyes fluttered open as the absence of Jongin’s mouth missing on your body.

He sat up, looking at your limp body that was laying on the cold hard floor. “W-What’s wrong?” You stuttered, barely saying it aloud as Minseok teased your pussy by kissing your thighs and pulling your thong just to let it snap back to your swollen clit.

Jongin let his hand wander on your torso and you assumed he wanted you to beg even more. “Sir..” You breathed out. It felt like fire ignited in his eyes. Surprising you on purpose, he puts your nipple in between his index and middle finger and pinches it with so much intensity.

Your eyes roll back as the tingling in your femininity also heightened. You were all over the place— begging, moaning and gasping for them as they devoured your body with so much lust.

“You’re quite noisy for a virgin.” Jongin commented as you screamed when he pinched your twin peaks at the same time, twisting them with force. It was both pain and pleasure. 

You felt Minseok stop from teasing you down there. You wanted to ask and call them sirs but Jongin wanted to hear more of your piercing cries. He kept pinching your hard peaks as he looks at you straight in the eye.

“Jongin-ah.” Minseok called him out, stopping him from teasing you further. “Look.” He pulled Jongin beside him as he forced your legs to open even wider.

“She’s dripping wet..” Jongin met your gaze and he never looked as hungry as this. You were startled but at the same time, you don’t want anything more than surrendering to the wild man. 

Minseok helped you up on the bed and untied the tiny cloth that was the only thing covering you. Your naked body was now revealed as Jongin pulled your thongs down at the same time.

“Mmmh.” Minseok satisfiedly hum as he cups your breasts, jiggling them in his warm palms. Your back arched against him as you look for support. It was all too much.

Jongin took his pants off, his 8 inches springing to life. He brought you to his lap, giving Minseok the space to unzip too.

“You sure you can take this?” Jongin asked yet his eyes were so dark, it was impossible to say no. You just nodded. You heard yourself gasp at the sight of Minseok’s member. He was no smaller than Jongin. They were so hard, big and veiny. You couldn’t imagine taking it inside your barely five foot body.

Minseok was now facing you as you feel Jongin’s dick growing more and becoming harder than it already was. You gulp at the experience awaiting you but you couldn’t back out too. It wasn’t even because they were your boss but it was the fact that you would go insane if the two men didn’t satisfy you with their members already. They teased you way too much.

You feel Minseok’s tip teasing your entrance. You threw your head back as your hip moved on its own, letting his dick slip around your wet pussy. “Stop teasing. You won’t like it if I get worked up.” He warned with a deep voice yet it didn’t even catch your attention. You only grew hornier as Jongin teased your other hole with the wet tip of his cock.

“Fuck it, you whore. You wanted this.” You have never heard Minseok growl like this. It was usually Jongin who was aggressive but Minseok had enough teasing. He inserts his dick inside your hole, making you screech in pain.

You feel something break inside you as the pain and pleasure took turns on you alternatively. You knew something was coming out of your own vagina. Whether it was blood or you getting wetter, the brothers didn’t care as Jongin started to pound your ass too. You were riding two large penises for your first time, tears raced down your cheeks as the pain you crave pierce your two holes.

“Stop crying. You asked for this, right? You horny fucking slut.” Jongin groaned in your ear, speeding his pace up. You knew it ached, it even made you cry in pain but you also know that if ever they stop midway, you’d beg for it too.

Jongin gets more aggressive, pulling your hair down and holding your jaw up as you rode him. The pain that was attacking you, made your hips want to move in sync with their cocks. Minseok devours your whole boob as you continued to bounce on the two dicks: one in your pussy, the other in your ass.

You felt Jongin’s teeth sink into your shoulder. “S-S-Sirs..” You begged once again, feeling something coming to you. “You’re gonna cum, you filthy slut? Not before us.” You bite your lip in attempt to stop yourself but your thighs trembled and your eyes rolled back. You reached your peak as Jongin and Minseok also released inside you.

You look down at the mess on your bed. Blood, cum, tears. Minseok pulled his dick out of you as Jongin made you stand.

“Look at that mess you made, Y/N.” Jongin said, pointing at the sheets stained with blood and sin. “She’s even a squirter. I knew I made the right decision.” Minseok gave you a sly grin as he got off the bed, trying to zip his pants up.

Jongin shook his head at what his brother said and got off the bed. You were sore and walking was painful but you had to clean yourself and the bed up. But before Minseok left, he said something. “Don’t worry about cleaning the bed, I’ll send a maid.”

“Also, Junmyeon will be so happy about this.”

[rainbowpandas23]

Blow Me For Luck-

*Hazbin Hotel. Angel and Husk have date night at a casino. They flirt and gamble. Gay ensues. This is the setup and if y'all want more then the second part will be E for extra spicy*

The casino was packed, bustling with demons all looking to win big or screw someone else over; a typical night in any of Hell's casinos. Angel leaned against the beautiful polished bar, smoking a cigarette while waiting on the bar tender to finish mixing his Cosmo and pouring Husk’s regular- a whiskey sour, neat.

He looked across the crowded casino hall and saw the throng of sinners at the craps table surrounding his boyfriend. Husker was usually a poker player (which Angel found both attractive and hilariously on-brand thanks to the pattern on the cat demon's wings) but when they came to this gambling house for tonight's date night, Husk made a beeline straight for the dice. And, boy, was he on a roll…some pun intended.

Husk knew when to bet on Pass or Don't Pass like it was second nature. Everyone was flocking to his table to throw chips down and cheer him on. His come-out rolls were frequently 7’s and 11’s but every so often he would place other bets around the table to spice things up and rake in more dough.

Angel smiled to himself as he took a final drag off his cigarette, smashed it in the ashtray and plucked the two glasses of liquor off the counter to head back to his lover. It was fun to watch Husk on a hot streak. It was even more fun being his arm candy and feeling like the most powerful couple in the room. Heads turned and the crowd parted as Angel slinked forward in his short, tight dress.

“Here ya go, baby.” Angel pressed his chest to Husk's back and draped two of his arms around his boyfriend's shoulders as he returned to the table, setting the whiskey sour on a coaster. “Just how ya like it.”

The spider demon kissed Husker on the cheek, feeling everyone around eyeing them with envy and/or approval. Not quite the same type of high as hard drugs, of course, but definitely a high that Angel enjoyed basking in.

Husk snaked one arm around Angel's waist and pulled him close.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Husk smirked at Angel Dust, mirth in his eyes from win after win. “I needed a stiff drink. This table is fucking crazy!” The cheers kicked up at that comment, everyone hooting, hollering and throwing down more chips before Husk rolled again.

Husk leaned up to whisper to Angel while the crowd was distracted by the revelry.

“Welcome back, my beautiful corno portafortuna. What took you so fuckin’ long?”

Angel Dust felt a warm blush spread across his cheeks. The “lucky horn" nickname was a new one (and, if Angel was being honest, a very smooth one at that). Clearly Husk was riding a high of his own if he felt confident enough to drop sweet-nothings in Italian while out in public.

“Tha line was long, bello. But now I'm back an’ I’m ready to watch you win…big." Angel stroked Husk's chest and looked down at the stack of chips in front of them. He did a quick mental tally of the winnings-good so far- but knew Husky was just getting started.

More bets were placed, more dice were rolled. People swore, cheered and laughed around them. About an hour in and Husk had more than doubled his starting cash amount, despite a few sour rolls. But…it was about time for Angel and Husk to head back to the hotel. Charlie and Vaggie had let them borrow the limo for their date on the condition that the boys be home before midnight.

*Like fuckin’ Cinderella* Angel thought, looking at his phone. A little past 11….they could play for a little while longer but Angel would be double-damned if he wasted an opportunity to fuck in the back of Charlie's limo. It would piss Vaggie off to no end knowing that him and Husk had a kinky time in Charlie's lux family car, ESPECIALLY if they made sure to leave it pristine afterwards. She couldn't get him in trouble if there was no proof, after all. All he had to do was pull Husk away from the craps table and get him in the mood.

One was definitely easier than the other, in Angel's experience.

“How're ya feeling, Husky? What do ya say we call it a night? Maybe take our fun back to the hotel?” Angel crooned, leaning his arms against the table and pressing them together to accentuate his chest floof. Husk, like many others, was a sucker for Angel's fluffy figure.

“Huh?” Husk looked over to Angel, seemingly about to protest, but the spider gave him a coy smile and a few bats of his long eyelashes. That stopped the older man in his tracks and he took a moment to think before responding with a happily defeated sigh. “Okay, Angie. But one more roll before we go? I feel it in my fuckin’ bones…this is the big one!”

Angel expected about as much.

“Fine, I'll take that deal! One more roll, then we cash your big, fat winnings and get outta here.” Angel let his voice drip with seduction to make sure Husker knew that he wasn't gonna get a chance to roll again after this last one. The spider had plans, after all.

Husk grinned, gathered all his chips and turned to the stickman.

“All in. Horn high snake eyes.”

Angel's jaw dropped. Not only was Husk going all in, but he was doing so on the bet with the shittiest probability of winning. The demons around the table exploded in reactions and clamored to place their own bets in response.

“Holy shit Husky! Honey, are ya sure?”

“Of course I'm sure, mi corno portafortuna,” Husk picked up the dice, rolled them between his paws and then held them out on his palm in front of Angel. “Now give Daddy a blow for luck.”

Angel was taken aback. Husker's current confidence was completely different than his normal curmudgeonly self. Normally Husk would rather chew on glass than admit to a single soul that he and Angel enjoyed some Daddy kink every now and again. Not to mention the blatant innuendo in front of a large group of strangers. It was surreal, but at the same time incredibly hot to see.

This was gonna be fun.

“Anything for you, Daddy.” Angel leaned down and blew a steady stream of air onto the two red dice. Then he turned, grabbed Husk's face and gave him a hard, deep kiss.

“And if you win, I'll blow you too.” Angel murmured as he pulled away, smiling to show a glint of his gold tooth.

Husker grinned a sharp, almost feral, grin in response to Angel's promise. He looked fierce, determined and borderline unhinged- he was truly a different demon while riding the high of his vices.

He shook the dice in his hand once, then let them fly across the table. The crowd went dead quiet as the little red cubes bounced around, tension in the air. They came to a stop on the felt covered table.

Snake eyes! Everyone surrounding the table shouted in excitement, impressed by the cat beating the very small odds.

“Fuck! YES!” Husk slammed the last of his drink in celebration.

“OHIMIGOD HOLY SHIT HUSKY!” Angel hugged Husk from behind with all four of his arms, jumping and beaming with joy.

They collected their chips immediately and brought them to the cash out counter, getting several large stacks of bills in return. Angel clung to Husk's arm as they walked, trying to hurry him out the door and into the limousine as fast as possible. After seeing Husk act so intense and confident, Angel was yearning to give his boyfriend what he promised.

And after that, well…Angel Dust had no doubt that he was gonna get lucky too.

[ritahayworrth]

Cinderella with a husky voice. Lizabeth Scott as Coral Chandler in Dead Reckoning (1947) dir. John Cromwell

[bitter69uk]

“Cinderella with a husky voice”: sultry, smoky-eyed and ash blonde Lizabeth Scott (née Emma Matzo, 29 September 1922 - 31 January 2015) was born on this day 101 years ago. Possessor of “a voice that sounded as if it had been buried somewhere deep and was trying to claw its way out”, the underrated Scott was the most haunting and enigmatic of forties and fifties film noir actresses. (For many years, she was bedeviled by unfavourable comparisons to her doppelganger, the more famous Lauren Bacall). I’ve screened three of Scott’s films at the Lobotomy Room film club so far (Too Late for Tears (1949), Desert Fury (1947) and Pitfall (1948)) and it’s been gratifying to see audiences fall under her spell. I’d argue Scott is the last great “undiscovered” golden age Hollywood star (shamefully, The British Film Institute has never done a season of her films). Scott was famously reclusive in her later years, rarely granted interviews and her private life is shrouded in mystery. Author and filmmaker Todd Hughes’ 2022 memoir Lunch with Lizabeth – in which he affectionately recalls his friendship with the prickly and complicated Scott - does much to crack the enigma. Pictured: Scott in the 1951 film Two of a Kind.