#isabelle x peter

[prythiansprincess]

darling, you look divine.

pairing: regulus black x reader.

song inspiration: eyes don't lie by isabel larosa.

author's note: screaming, crying, throwing up. if regulus looked at me like that, i'd be wetter than the black lake. please enjoy my darlings 🤎

The first symptom reared its ugly head early Monday morning. 

You were in the Great Hall eating breakfast with James, Remus, Sirius, and Peter when your skin suddenly felt like you were being engulfed by fiendfyre. The burning heat spread through your entire body, making you feel flushed and flustered. Your fork clattered against the table while you wiped the sweat off of your brow with clammy hands. 

“Are you feeling alright, love?” asked Sirius. 

You shook your head, fanning yourself. “Does anyone else feel hot all of a sudden? It feels like I’m getting burned alive.”

The boys shook their heads. Remus laid the back of his hand against your forehead. “You’re burning up, Y/N. I think you might be pitching a fever.” 

James pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose and squinted. “Moony’s right. You’re sweating profusely and you look a bit peaked.” 

Peter nodded in agreement. “It might be that new dragon flu that’s going around. Maybe you should head back to the dorms, Y/N.” 

“I can’t miss class. There’s an assignment due in Transfiguration.” 

Just then, a violent cramp seized your lower abdomen. You gripped the edge of the dining table so hard that you felt the wood splinter underneath your palm. Padfoot’s eyes widened at the appearance of your claws. It had only been a month since Sirius helped you summon your Animagus form and while you still had much to learn, you’ve never lost control like this before. 

You needed to get out of there. Transforming into a giant snow leopard in the middle of the Great Hall would be very, very bad. 

“Don’t worry about McGonagall,” Sirius said in a stern voice. “We’ll cover for you. Now come on, I’ll walk you back to your room.” 

Fortunately, you managed to reach Gryffindor tower with no other incidents. After Sirius escorted you back to your dorm, he barred the door with magic and promised to check up on you after class. 

The cramps only worsened. It felt like someone had buried a dagger into your stomach and was now twisting and turning it as they pleased. You doubled over in pain and clutched the poster of your canopy bed before curling up into a ball in the middle of your mattress. Not even your period cramps compared to this torment. 

When you thought it couldn’t get any worse, an overwhelming ache blossomed between your thighs and made you groan with need. You twisted in your sheets and pressed your legs together to counteract the wave of lust coursing through your veins, but it only made it worse. You felt empty and hollow and the overwhelming desire to be filled was the only thing you could think about.

This was different from the surge of adolescent hormones that you had grown so familiar with. The desire was a living thing, sinking its claws into your very being. You felt feral, animalistic. 

You burrowed into your pillows, your breaths growing ragged as you tried to regain control. A demanding knock against your door broke your concentration. You sniffed the air, whining softly as the intoxicating scent of eucalyptus, bergamot, and sandalwood overpowered your heightened senses. A part of you recalled the warning Sirius left you with. You were not, under any circumstances, supposed to open the door unless it was him or one of the boys on the other side, but the temptation was too strong. 

As the knocks grew more insistent, the scent shifted into something sharper. You felt yourself drawn to it and before long, you were opening the door to satiate your curiosity. The person standing on the other side made your stomach lurch. 

“Regulus,” you said through gritted teeth. The very presence of the younger Black brother made your entire body shake as you contended against the urge to transform. It was a losing battle. You could feel your canines elongating, making your gums feel sore and achy. “Now is not a good time.” 

In fact, it was the worst bloody fucking time. On a normal day, you could barely tolerate Regulus. His surly attitude and cutting glare certainly left little to be desired. Then there was the matter of his falling out with Sirius, which only served to heighten the tension between you. When Professor McGonagall chose to make you partners, you at least attempted to keep things civil. Whatever was going on between your best friend and his younger brother was none of your business, but Regulus had practically made it impossible to stay impartial. 

You had never met a broodier, haughtier, snootier arsehole than Regulus Arcturus Black. The pureblood prick acted like he was a prince amongst peasants just because he happened to be born into the right bloodline. Yet a muggleborn like yourself had managed to take the top spot in every class. A spot that previously belonged to him. 

To be expected, Regulus wasn’t the least bit pleased about this. He was even less thrilled when McGonagall tasked him to drop off the latest lecture notes so that you wouldn’t fall behind in class. If she hadn’t threatened to deduct points from his house for refusing, Regulus would’ve never set foot in the godforsaken lion’s den.

He pushed his way inside, not bothering to wait for a proper invitation. “Here are the notes from class,” Regulus stated stiffly. “We’re required to transform a thimble into a thestral. I suggest you read up. I’ll not have you dragging me down just because you fancied playing hooky for the day.” 

“I’m not skipping for the bloody hell of it,” you snapped. “If I had a choice, I would be in class not doubled over in pain—” 

Regulus caught you just before you hit the ground. The dizzy spell had come out of nowhere, nearly knocking you to the floor from the sheer force of its effects. As Regulus snaked his arm around your waist, you almost wished it had. His scent hit you all at once. You whimpered as he tucked you against his side, feeling the heat of his touch even under all your layers of clothing. 

The ringing in your ears subsided enough for you to hear the panic in Regulus’ voice. “Y/N, can you hear me? Are you alright?” 

You pushed him off with what little strength remained in your body. “Thank you for the notes, but I’d appreciate it if you left.”

“No,” Regulus said. 

“What do you mean, no?

“I mean, no. Do you want to hear it in French? Non.” 

You frowned, clutching your stomach. The cramps were starting again, but it was different this time. The ache in your lower abdomen was excruciating and your current proximity to Regulus only seemed to make it worse. The slickness between your thighs certainly didn’t help the matter. It was humiliating, plain and simple. 

“Get the fuck out, Regulus!” 

Regulus caught your wrist. His fingers felt like ice against your overheated skin. “You don’t want that, darling. Not when I’m the only person who can help.”

“You know what’s wrong with me?” 

He sighed. “Of course my brother would convince you to turn without thinking about the side effects. Classic Sirius, honestly.” You glared at him to get on with it. “You’re in heat, Y/N.” 

You grimaced. There was no way in Godric’s green earth. “Like…a cat?” 

Regulus smirked. “Is that what you transform into, little kitten?” You pursed your lips, which caused him to roll his eyes. “Please, I know your merry band of misfits have all conjured an animagus form. There’s no use hiding it. So what are you? A fuzzy little Persian cat?” 

“No,” you said rather haughtily. Did he have to be so irritating? “My form is a snow leopard.” 

“Still a kitten,” he responded with a shit eating grin. “The same rules apply. You’ll be in heat for at least a week, mon chaton.” 

“You mean I have to suffer for seven whole days? This is hell. It feels like my uterus is being ripped apart. How am I supposed to endure this pain for an entire week?”

“Well, there are ways to find relief.” 

“What kind of ways?” 

Regulus gave you a knowing look. “You’re a smart girl. I’m sure you can figure it out. What’s the purpose of heat?” 

“Reproduction,” you answered almost instantly. The realization left your mouth before your brain could even process it. Oh, you have got to be kidding. This was some sort of cruel joke. For Merlin’s fucking sake! This was horrifying. Downright humiliating. “You can’t possibly mean…” 

The grin on the stupid twat’s face was growing wider by the second. “You don’t necessarily have to have sex,” he said in an amused tone. “An orgasm will do. I’m sure you can manage that with your fingers, can’t you princess?”

You swallowed thickly. “I—I’ve never—“ 

Was it possible to die from embarrassment? Discussing the details of your sex life would’ve been humiliating under any circumstance, but this? Standing here, telling Regulus fucking Black what you were about to tell him, this was truly rock bottom.

“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin.” 

“No!” you snapped. You’ve had your fair share of experience in that department, no matter how awkward they might’ve been. “I’ve had sex, I just haven’t…”

“You’ve never had an orgasm?” Regulus said, entirely perplexed. “Not even once?” 

You crossed your arms defensively, which turned out to be a big mistake. On top of everything else that you were already suffering through, your breasts now felt sore and sensitive. 

“No,” you conceded with a sigh. “I don’t need you judging me for it either, so if you’re quite done then please get the bloody hell out of my dorm.” 

It may have been your imagination, but you could’ve sworn that Regulus softened just a little bit. He at least loosened his grip on your wrist, rubbing up your arm in a gesture that might’ve been soothing if it weren’t coming from him. 

“I’m not judging you. If anything, I’m judging whoever it is that failed to make you finish. It’s quite rude to leave a lady unsatisfied.” 

“What would you even know about satisfying a woman, Regulus?”

“Trust me, darling. I know plenty.” Your cheeks heated as he traced circles on your forearm. “Tell me, kitten. Have you ever touched yourself?” 

The conversation should have ended there. You should’ve put a stop to it. But this bloody fucking heat was doing strange things to your body. Your hormones were out of control and Regulus was standing way too close for comfort. So close that you could see the little golden flecks in his emerald eyes. So close that one of his curls was tickling your cheek. So close that those full, pillowy lips were mere inches away from your own. 

He smirked when your gaze dipped down to his mouth. “My eyes are up here, Y/N and I asked you a question. The polite thing to do is answer.” 

“Since when have you ever cared about being polite?” 

“I don’t, but I think you and I are playing a very dangerous game here and I quite enjoy sparring with you, ma cherie.” Regulus tilted your chin up and cradled your jaw. “So, have you or have you not touched yourself?” 

You glared up at him defiantly; a last ditch effort to keep your dignity intact. “No,” you said with your head held high. “I’ve never touched myself and I’ve never had an orgasm. Are you happy now, Regulus?” 

“Quite the opposite,” he murmured. Regulus caressed your bottom lip with his thumb and tilted his head back to study you. His eyes were almost black when they flickered back up to meet yours. “I could teach you.” 

“You want to teach me how to…” 

“Masturbate. Wank. Get yourself off?” Regulus listed matter-of-factly. “Yes. Yes, I do, ma chérie.”

It should’ve been a no-brainer. This was a terrible, horrible fucking idea. An absolute hot mess that would yield calamitous results, but the ache in your core was too painful to ignore and you were willing to try just about anything to find relief. Including trusting someone you absolutely loathed. 

“Fine. You can teach me, but that’s it. None of this goes any further than that.” 

Regulus smirked. “I won’t touch you, princess. Not until you beg me to.” 

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “So?” 

He nodded behind you. “Get on the bed.” 

That was easy enough. You crawled into your mattress and sat cross legged on top of your sheets. “Not like that. Lie down on your back and take those ghastly pajamas off.” 

Arsehole. You happened to like your red and gold striped bottoms, but to be fair, they were in the way. The mattress dipped beneath him as Regulus positioned himself at the very edge of the bed. He leaned against the wooden poster, his gaze transfixed on the sight before him. 

“I wouldn’t have taken you as a red lace lingerie type of girl, mon chaton.” You frowned in response, which only made him chuckle. “As pretty as those panties are, you’ll need to take them off as well.” 

You hesitated, hooking your thumb over the waistband of your knickers. Regulus raised a brow as if he were challenging you to back out. Like he half-expected you to be too scared to continue. He seriously underestimated that infamous brashness that Gryffindors were so well known for. 

He inhaled sharply as you slipped out of your panties and tossed the discarded lace next to him. “Spread your legs, sweetheart.” 

For once, you kept silent and did what you were told. Regulus nodded tightly. “Wider. Yeah, just like that.” 

“What now?” you asked, trying to keep yourself from blushing at this totally undignified position. You were way past embarrassment now. 

“Run a finger through your folds,” Regulus said, his voice sounding huskier than it did a second ago. He watched with dark eyes as you stroked your core. “Fuck, you’re soaked. I can see it on your fingers.” 

You took a deep breath, feeling that tension coil in your lower abdomen. Every fiber of your being buzzed with lust. “Stroke yourself, kitten. Imagine that it’s someone else touching you.” 

With your eyes closed, you let his voice guide you through the steps. You hated to admit it, but he was good at this. “Use your own slick to make it easier, darling. Gather it before rubbing your clit. That’s it, just like that. There’s a good girl.” 

The words spurred you on, your fingers working that sensitive bundle of nerves to find release. You could feel the budding orgasm. It was spreading through you, setting your teeth on edge. You were close, so close. 

When the momentum dropped, you nearly cried out of frustration. If you thought you were in pain before, this was ten-fold of that. For some reason, there was some sort of mental block that you couldn’t get past. 

You looked up, your lower lip trembling. “I can’t do it. There’s this block and I freeze up and I just can’t do it on my own.” 

Regulus looked unhinged. Like he was going to jump out of his skin any second. You’ve never seen him like this. Anything other than calm and collected was out of character for the youngest Black. 

“Will you help me?” you whispered. To be honest, you weren’t above begging at this point. 

He looked utterly conflicted. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Y/N. You’re in heat. I don’t want to take advantage when you’re in such a vulnerable state.” 

You shook your head. “You wouldn’t be taking advantage. I know I’m hormonal, but oddly enough, I trust you. You know how to keep a secret. Just please, Regulus. I’m in so much pain.” 

Regulus was silent for a moment. He seemed to be in deep contemplation. “Are you absolutely sure?” 

“Yes.” 

“And you’re aware of what you’re asking for and who you’re asking it from?” 

“I am perfectly aware, thank you very much. Is this the most brilliant idea I’ve ever had? Fuck no. Do I still want to do it anyways? Fuck yes.” 

The two of you stared at one another. Regulus clenched his jaw and then unclenched it. Finally, he sighed in resignation. 

“C’mere then.” 

He positioned himself against the headboard, his back pressed up on the wood. Regulus bent his long legs and pulled you against him, your back resting against the solid plane of his chest. You sighed as he rubbed soothing circles upon your skin, his rings kissing your hips with their cold bite. He shuffled behind you, adjusting himself just as you caught a glimpse of the two of you in your vanity mirror. 

Regulus stuck his middle and pointer finger into his mouth, making sure they were nice and wet before he moved them lower. You whimpered as he caressed the inside of your thigh and clutched the sheets as he teased along your crease. When he stroked along your wetness, a choked moan escaped from your lips. 

“Gods, you’re fucking dripping.” His cold breath fanned over your neck just as he plunged his fingers deep within you. “Salazar fucking save me, you’re even tighter than I imagined.” 

His strokes were languid, small ministrations as he buried his fingers inside of you. The cold metal rings that adorned his slender fingers hit your pubic bone every time he thrusted inside of you, but it wasn’t painful. In fact, seeing the Black heirloom ring soaked in your wetness might’ve been the most erotic sight you’ve ever witnessed.

You whimpered as his other hand disappeared underneath your shirt. “Can I touch you here, princess?” 

The sound that came out of you barely sounded human. It was a purr more than anything. Regulus caressed your ribs with his knuckles. “I need words, kitten.” 

“You can touch me, Regulus.” 

Fire skittered along your skin as his hand traveled further up. He palmed you through your bra before he slipped under the fabric and squeezed your breast. Regulus paid equal attention to both of your breasts, admiring the curve and swell of them as he picked up the pace of his fingers. You moaned as he pinched your nipples, which only made you wetter still. 

You fisted his curls in one hand as he curved them inside of you. Regulus chuckled darkly, pleased by your reaction. “Right there? Does that feel good, princess?” 

“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes, gods that’s perfect.” 

“You’re doing so well, ma cherie. That’s it. Ride my fingers just like that. Feels good, yeah?” 

You nodded, blinking at the image in the mirror. Regulus had his hands all over you, his lips pressed lightly against your neck as he watched his fingers slide in and out of your tight cunt. His eyes caught yours in the reflection, the green completely swallowed by dark pools of lust. 

“Look at you, all spread out for me. You’re fucking exquisite. The little moans you make are enough to drive me mad.” 

“Regulus, please,” you keened. He smirked against your neck and picked up the pace. Your head fell against his shoulder as that familiar tense built. “Oh gods. Oh fuck. Reggie—“

You felt him grip your chin, tilting it towards the mirror. “Don’t close your eyes,” Regulus growled into your ear. “Watch, kitten. Watch as I make you cum.”

When you dragged your gaze upwards, you almost didn’t recognize yourself. You were in a state of disarray, cheeks flushed, hair matted, and lips parted as Regulus pushed you over the edge. His fingers were magic and every stroke unraveled you, hips bucking, back arching, begging for more and more and more. The orgasm rippled through you like a monsoon, completely swallowing you whole. 

“That’s it, princess,” Regulus cooed. “Gods, you’re so fucking pretty when you cum. Darling, you look divine. Je suis raide dingue de toi.”

The comedown had you seeing stars. Behind your eyes was a whole galaxy, a cluster of constellations that you never would’ve reached without him. Regulus had made you cum so hard that your body felt like it was floating through outer space. 

When you finally regained awareness, you were surprised to find Regulus gently brushing your hair back. “How was that, kitten?” 

“That was—you were—fuck.”

“Well said, love. Shakespeare himself would envy your silver tongue.”

He slid his fingers out of you slowly and you tried and failed to suppress the little whine that escaped from the back of your throat. 

Regulus smirked, feeling the way you clenched around his digits in an attempt to keep him in place. He stared at his hand, mesmerized by the arousal dripping off his fingers. You stirred, having every intention to find something that he could clean himself off with. 

“Let me grab you a towel.” 

He gripped your hips in place and looked you straight in the eyes as he brought his fingers to his lips. “No need, princess.” 

Then he sucked, hard. The filthy image was enough to leave you gasping in shock. He lapped up every drop like you were the sweetest delicacy on this earth. Regulus groaned, his eyes rolling back as he savored the taste. The moan that rippled through him would forever be branded into your mind.

For Godric’s fucking sake, the man was downright obscene.

“That should hold you off for the rest of the day,” Regulus said. “You’ll still feel the effects of your heat, but it won’t be as bad. You might even be able to drag yourself down to dinner. If you can manage to walk on such shaky legs.” 

You rolled your eyes, but softened a bit. If it weren’t for him, you would still be in excruciating pain. “Would it be strange to say thank you?” 

Regulus shrugged nonchalantly as though you were merely discussing the weather. “Not strange at all. You’re very welcome, princess.” 

“You’re…” you took a deep breath, like your body was rejecting whatever compliment was forming in your mind. “You’re really good at that.” 

“Yeah? You think so?” 

You quirked a brow. “Fishing for compliments, are we?” 

“The only compliment I need is the sound of you moaning my name,” he said with a smile as he hooked your bra back in place and pulled your shirt back down. “I assure you that I intend to hear plenty of that in the near future. This is just the start.” 

Regulus straightened, trailing his fingers along the sheets before snatching up the red lace underwear you’d thrown at him earlier. He pocketed the lingerie and smirked. 

"You said something earlier," you recalled. "Before I..."

"Before I made you come so hard you saw stars?"

Heat flooded your cheeks at his vulgar choice of words. "Yes. Something in French. That's your native tongue, isn't it?"

"Thinking a lot about my tongue, are you love?"

You ignored the salacious comment. "What did you say?"

A devious smirk tugged at his lips. Regulus pierced you with his gaze, those emerald eyes burning with so much lust that you felt choked with desire.

"It's a secret," he whispered, his voice a deep and rough caress. "If you're good, then maybe you'll find out what my tongue and I have to say."

You rolled your eyes. "You're a pain in the arse, Regulus."

"Find me when you want to play again, princess," Regulus said with a dark chuckle. "I'll be waiting for those claws to come out. See you soon, mon chaton.” 

[rodolfoparras]

Pillow talk

Pairing: FTM! Peter B. Parker x Top Male Reader

Synopsis: In which Peter, a married man, gets off to the thought of being with someone other than his spouse

Content tags: 18+, MINORS DNI, emotional infidelity, cheating kink, pillow humping, masturbation, oral sex, Peter has a size kink, Peter being a bit of a pervert

A/n: as always pls excuse any mistakes I tried a new writing style here, also if you want you can listen to More Than Friends by Isabel LaRosa while reading this since it’s heavily inspired by it!

A tired sigh escapes Peter’s lips as his bones bleed into the sheets. The window’s cracked ajar, allowing cold autumn air to mingle with the smell of MJ’s perfume that’s lingering around in the room.

He’s stripped down to nothing but his tattered pink robe, searing skin exposed to the chilly sensation emitting from his wedding ring as it trails along the length of his body.

For the first time in a while Peter’s gotten some time alone.

MJ has taken Mayday for the day and left so that Peter could have the house to himself, claiming he’d been pent up for a while and supposedly needed a break.

Peter hadn’t argued against it but had instead taken the offer with grace since it’s true that he has been feeling pent up but not for the reason MJ thinks. Peter’s sure that if she knew the reason behind his recent behaviors she wouldn’t be so willing to help him.

For the last couple of weeks Peter’s been plagued with the realization that he didn’t hate his neighbor, not his next door neighbor because that man is a menace and Peter’s pretty sure the hate’s mutual.

Instead he’s come to the realization that he didn’t hate his neighbor on the floor below him, that neighbor being you.

At first he was sure that he hated you since you made his spider senses tingle, well at least that’s what he thought it was.

He’d first met you at a neighborhood block party. You had recently moved in or so he had heard and were more than eager to get acquainted with the neighbors for whatever reason.

You were lounging around in a lawn chair when he had first arrived with MJ and Mayday.

The poor thing threatened to give out under your weight but you paid it no mind as you entertained a conversation with a neighbor and nourished a beer in your hand.

When you rose to greet him, Peter noticed that you were a whole head taller than him so it was no wonder that you made his spider senses tingle.

He tried his best to ignore you but even when he couldn’t see you, he could smell you since you wore this stupid cologne that smelled stronger than anything MJ’s ever worn before and because of that he could always tell when you were lingering around.

If he thought that smelling and seeing you was bad then touching you was something else.

He’d purposely opted out of a handshake when you first greeted each other but that didn’t save his spider sense from going into overdrive after having your knees knock together while you were sat at the same table or having your elbows brush against each other while scooping up leftovers.

However even though you made his spider sense go off, Peter had quickly realized that you weren’t a threat, at least not a dangerous one.

You were friendly and always made sure to spark up a conversation with him, even when you'd be in a rush to something.

You’d go out your way to bring him any of his mail or packages that happened to be misplaced.

Hell you'd even baby sat Mayday a handful of times so it was safe to say you weren’t a threat. But for whatever reason Peter couldn’t seem to get you out of his head.

Especially after hearing your ever so polite voice protruding through his thin bedroom walls, your dirty words squeezing between his and Mj’s hushed conversations. Or seeing the way you basically engulfed whoever was in your arms but unlike the lawn chair they seemed to thrive from being in your embrace. And escaping the smell of your cologne turned out to be a hard feat since every other day someone would be prancing around in one of your shirts dozed in the smell of it.

He doesn’t even remember when he started making sure that he’d be the one to pick Mayday up from your house, just to see whatever lounge wear you’d be prancing around in that day and the bit of skin that always seemed to show through it.

He doesn’t remember when he started hoping that the mailman would misplace yet another letter or package just so that he could feel your calloused fingertips brushing against his as you handed him something.

He doesn’t even remember when he started biting his tongue just so he wouldn’t ask you who he had seen standing outside your door the previous night.

He shouldn’t be feeling like this. He has MJ and he has Mayday and as far as he knows he’s happy. He’s just pent up, like MJ had said.

It’s not like Peter and MJ don’t have sex. It’s just that she doesn’t do it for him, at least not anymore.

Every time they get intimate he’d have to fake an orgasm or jerk off after she’d gone to bed. Lately he’s even had to pretend to be asleep every time she tried to initiate something because he simply wasn’t up for it.

So he’d find other ways to entertain himself and one of the ways being with inappropriate thoughts of his neighbor.

And things kind of escalate from there not in the literal sense since you’re so fucking polite, wont even look at him twice, keeping a respectful distance to a man who has a kid and a wife.

But God Peter wishes that you did, so much so he imagines you pinning him to the bed, hip to hip, chest to chest, those strong arms and thighs caging him into the mattress

The tattered robe wrapped around his frame doesn’t compare to the way your body would feel on top of his. But he keeps it on anyway, closes his eyes and pretends that the hand leisurely dragging across his limbs is your body pushing down onto his.

He imagines the way your lips would slot together, hot breath washing over his cheek as you whisper dirty words to him.

A thumb finds his lips, teasingly tugging and taunting at the bottom lip. It feels nothing like your calloused fingertips but his tongue peaks past his lips, tasting the salty skin before sinking down on it.

He imagines how you’d tease and taunt him in that polite voice of yours that managed to whisper such dirty words, how you’d mock him for wanting to be fucked like a bitch in heat despite the wedding band digging into his skin, maybe you’d force him to say it just so that he hears it from his own lips or so that the whole neighborhood can hear how desperate he is.

He imagines you straddling his waist grinding into him while wearing nothing but your boxers, teasing him to point where he’s soaking through his own pair of underwear.

A hand slides down his chest, blunt nails dragging down his happy trail, only to stop at the fringe of curls atop of his cunt, tugging and taunting til he’s all worked up.

He imagines your long fingers thrusting into him , or making him finger himself while wearing his wedding band, prepping himself to be fucked by someone other than his spouse.

And God he’s already so wet, fingers easily coating in his arousal as he trails them up his cunt, and in that very moment he can't help but think how MJ never gets him like this.

But his fingers are not enough- this little fantasy of his is not enough but you’re too good to do anything about it so he rolls onto his stomach before propping the pillow between his legs, pretending it’s your face.

He imagines the bed creaking under your shared weight, and the way the smell of your cologne would engulf his senses. He imagines the way your calloused fingertips would sink into the supple skin of his thighs and the way your ever so polite voice would sound as you command him to properly sit down.

He starts moving slowly, rolling his hips cautiously, imagining the way your tongue would experimentally delve through his folds.

The pillow slides in between his folds, coarse fabric creating a steady pressure onto his engorged numb, not enough to overwhelm his senses but enough to send jolts of pleasure coursing through his body every time he moves his hips.

He imagines you wanting to take your time with him wanting to taste him, tongue licking a strip along his cunt up to his puffy clit where you’d continue to tease him until he’s begging and urging you to hurry before someone can find the two of you like this.

But you wouldn’t listen to him, wouldn’t care if anyone were to find you like this, hand slapping his ass in warning before you continued to do as you pleased.

His hand cups the globe of his cheek, much like the way you’d do it if you were with him, except his fingers feel nothing like yours. But the cold sensation from his ring as it slaps his searing skin sends sparks of pleasure coursing through his entire body and for one second it almost feels like you’re actually there with him.

The coarse fabric of the pillow case reminds him so much of your stubble and it’s so wrong but feels so right - the thought of being fucked by someone other than his wife as huffs and pants escape his lips, hips moving faster as he wanders back to his fantasy.

He imagines you having him so worked up to the point where Peter’s long forgotten about the fact that someone can just walk in on you two because the bed’s creaking and he’s loudly begging and pleading for you to stop teasing.

Eventually you'd take pity on him, showing him mercy by properly latching onto his puffy clit, eagerly suckling on it before tonguing his hole.

He adjusts his hips, and the angle in which the pillow hits his clit changes slightly, and intensifies the sensation along with it.

“Oh- oh fuck!” He squeals out, toes curling as he throws his head back.

He imagines the way you’d easily have him teetering on the edge of his release with Peter begging and pleading for you to let him finish.

He can almost taste it, can hear the Squelching sounds mingling with the sound of needy noises escaping his lips. He can even smell his arousal: strong and heady, knowing he’s probably stained the pillow under him and will need to wash it before MJ comes back but for now he can’t find it in himself to care.

He’s so close, needs just a bit more -and that’s when he picks up on the sound of your footsteps walking up the stairs, smells the scent of your cologne bleeding into the air.

You must be on your way to his apartment to bring yet another misplaced package.

And Peter knows it’s wrong but it feels so right, feels himself tip over the edge as you read what’s written on the parcel, out loud

“To Peter B. Parker, please handle with care”

[suzieloveships]

I should be doing uni stuff. Instead here are my Top 8 Marauders ships plus their variants because why not (I get the feeling many will disagree or at least will have questions) (I'm exposing my OTP)

Jegulus: James Potter and Regulus Black (art by corwnvus)

Tropes: Sunshine x Grumpy, Golden Retriever x Black Cat, Forbbiden Love

Variants:

PeterMJ: Peter Parker and Michelle Jones (MCU Spiderman),

Evarlark: Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games),

Narlie: Nick Nelson and Charlie Spring (Heartstopper)

Lumax: Lucas Sinclair and Max Mayfield (Stranger Things),

Starmora: Peter Quill and Gamora (Guardians of the Galaxy),

Bal: Ben and Mal (Descendants),

Chaggie: Charlie Morningstar and Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel),

FirstPrince: Alex Claremont-Diaz and Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor (Red White and Royal Blue)

WolfStar: Remus Lupin and Sirius Black (art by sophithil)

Tropes: Friends to Lovers, Two broken pieces fitting perfectly together, Poor x Rich

Variants:

Anderperry: Todd Anderso and Neil Perry (Dead Poets Society),

Captain Swan: Emma Swan and Killian Jones (Once Upon a Time),

Wesper: Wylan van Eck and Jesper Fahey (Six of Crows),

Poolverine: Logan "Wolverine" Howlett and Wade "Deadpool" Wilson (Deadpool),

Stolitz: Blitzo and Stolas Goetia (Helluva Boss),

WolfStone: Jack Russell and Elsa Bloodstone (Werewolf by Night),

Pepperony: Pepper Potts and Tony Stark (Iron Man),

Merthur: Merlin and Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Dorlene: Dorcas Meadows and Marlene Mckinnon (art by likeafunerall)

Tropes: Rivals to Lovers, Significant Annoyance, Soulmates

Variants:

Tarcy: Tara Jone and Darcy Olsson (Heartstopper),

Dimya: Dimitry and Anastasia "Anya" Romanov (Anastasia),

Tianaveen: Princess Tiana and Prince Naveen (Princess and the Frog),

Merlylie: Merliah Summers and Kylie Morgan (Barbie in Mermaid Tale),

Catradora: Catra and Adora (She-ra and the Princesses of Power),

AppleDash: AppleJack and Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony),

SoftBoots: Kitty Softpaws and Puss in Boots (Puss in Boots),

Zikki: Zane Bennett and Rikki Chadwick (H2O Just Add Water)

MaryLily: Mary MacDonald and Lily Evans (art by likeafunerall)

Tropes: Best Friends to Lovers, Prep x Nerd, Different yet so similar at the same time

Variants:

Orangeberry: Orange Blossom and Strawberry Shortcake (Strawberry Shortcake),

Josibel: Isabel and Josie (Bottoms),

Sunlight: Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle (Equestria Girls),

Agentdiamond: Lucy Diamond and Amy Bradshaw (D.E.B.S.),

Ineffable Husbands: Crowley and Aziraphale (Good Omens),

Alexiana: Alexa and Liana (Barbie: Diamond Castle),

Snowing: Snow White and Prince Charming (Once Upon a Time),

Clewis: Cleo Sertori and Lewis McCartney (H2O Just Add Water)

Rosekiller: Evan Rosier and Barty Crouch jr (art by industrations)

Tropes: Friends to Lovers, Partners on Crime, Matching each other crazy

Variants:

Butterfly Bog: Bog King and Marianne (Strange Magic),

M&M: Millie and Moxxie (Helluva Boss),

RiddleBird: Oswald "Penguin" Cobblepot and Edward "Riddler" Nygma (Gotham),

Rocket Shipping: Jesse and James (Pokemon),

Dilila: Lila and Diego Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy),

They don't have a ship name :( :Camilla the Chicken and Gonzo (Muppets),

Gigalon: Megalon and Gigan (Godzilla),

KOBD: Breakdown and Knock Out (Transformers: Prime)

Pebill: Peter Pettigrew and Sybill Trelawney (art by sophithil)

Tropes: Troublemaker x Wallflower, Powerful One x One who isn't afraid, Local man really loves his Wife

Variants:

Duzie: Dustin Henderson and Suzie (Stranger Things),

Scarlet Vision: Vision and Wanda Maximoff (MCU),

Polin: Colin Bridgerton and Penelope Featherington (Bridgerton),

Huntlow: Hunter and Willow (Owl House),

Fiyeraba: Fiyero Tigalaar and Elphaba Thropp (Wicked),

They also don't have a ship name: Dionysus and Ariadne (Greek Mythology),

Fluttercord: Discord and Fluttershy (My Little Pony),

Janlos: Carlos and Jane (Descendants)

Xenodora: Xenophilius Lovegood and Pandora Lovegood/Rosier/Lestrange/Ollivander/Lupin/any other last name you choose for her (art by sophithil)

Tropes: She is Everything, He is just Ken, Local man really loves his Wife, Adorkable, Weird Girl x Guy that loves all of her for her quirks

Variants:

Eriel: Prince Eric and Princess Ariel (Little Mermaid),

Gorticia: Gomez and Morticia (Addams Family),

Karbie: Ken and Barbie (Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse),

Phike: Mike Hannigan and Phoebe Buffay (Friends),

MickMinn: Mickey and Minnie (Mickey Mouse),

CheesePie: Cheese Sandwich and Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony),

Devie: Doug and Evie (Descendants),

Stage Dorks: Jeremy Heere and Christine Canigula (Be More Chill)

Nobleflower: Narcissa Black and Alice Fortescue (art by cutegirlsart)

Tropes: Rich x Poor, Prep x Rebel, Book smart x Street smart

Variants:

No ship name here as well: Duchess and Thomas O'Malley (Aristocats)

Lumity: Amity Bright and Luz Noceda (Owl House)

Jaladdin: Jasmine and Aladdin (Aladdin)

LyraBon: Lyra Heartstrings and Bon Bon (My Little Pony)

OutlawQueen: Regina Mills and Robin Hood (Once Upon a Time)

Appling: Apple White and Darling Charming (Ever After High)

They don't have a ship name?: Evelyn Carnahan and Rick O'Connell (The Mummy)

Dipcifica: Pacifica Nortwest and Dipper Pine (Gravity Falls)

marylily colour coding hurts my eyes and rosekiller is lowkey all over the place. But it's cute so who cares

[lancestrollsgf]

# R E Q U E S T L I S T ! L A N C E S T R O L L S G F

introduction master list request list

# REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN !! (as of december 21, 2024)

# DISCLAMER: I WILL WRITE POLYGAMY FOR ANY FANDOM. I WILL BASICALLY WRITE ANYTHING JUST REQUEST. PLEASE BE AS CLEAR AS POSSIBLE IN YOUR REQUEST. ALL STORIES WILL BE USING “YOU” POV. NO REQUESTS FOR SMUT. IF THE CHARACTER/PERSON YOU WANT ISN'T HERE I PROBABLY JUST FORGOT, SO JUST REQUEST IT. PLEASE SPECIFY IF SMAU OR WRITTEN (if not specify i’ll write to what seems fit). REQUEST FOR MOODBOARDS ARE ALSO OPEN!

FORMULA ONE :

lance stroll, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, max verstappen, kevin magnussen, sergio perez, fernando alonso, pierre gasly, george russel, esteban ocon, oscar piastri, lando norris, yuki tsunoda, logan sargeant, daniel riccardo, sebastian vettel, lewis hamilton, alexander albon. (probably more just forgot) +retired drivers, +wags, +formula 2 drivers, +f1academy drivers.

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY :

conrad fisher, jeremiah fisher, steven conklin, isabel conklin, cameron, taylor jewel, and shayla.

BANGTAN SOYEONDAN :

kim namjoon, kim seokjin, kim taehyung, min yoongi, park jimin, jung hoseok, jeon jungkook ( i haven’t written for bts in a long time so please be specific in your request )

COBRA KAI :

miguel diaz, robby kenne, axel kovačević, eli moskowitz, tory nichols, samantha larusso, demertri, and yasmine. (i haven't written for cobra kai in a quite some time so please be specific in your request)

GILMORE GIRLS :

dean forester, luke danes, lorelai gilmore, rory gilmore, logan huntzberger, tristan dugray, dave rygalski, lane kim, madeline lynn, and louise grant.

MARVEL :

tom! peter parker, andrew! peter parker, toby! peter parker, edward "ned" leeds, iron man/tony stark, black widow, captain america/steve rogers, hulk/bruce banner, thor odison, black panther/t’challa, daredevil/matt murdock, winter soldier/bucky barnes, doctor strange/steven strange, scarlet witch/wanda maximoff, quicksilver/pietro maximoff, deadpool.

CELEBRITIES/MISCELLANEOUS PEOPLE: luigi mangione, sturniolo triplets (excluding nicolas 😞), austin! elvis presely, austin bulter, vinicent hacker, joao felix, enzo vogrincic, xolo maridueña and more.

(i’m also open to crossing fandoms like joao felix (with reader) x f1 if that makes any sense)

[femmehysteria]

Best Character Named X Poll

FOLLOW @best-character-named-x-poll

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM GMT everyday.

ask box closed for now

WILL BE POSTING POLLS ON @best-character-named-x-poll FROM FEB 1ST

If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count.

Round 85: David

Round 86: Tiffany

Round 87: Charlie

Round 88: Sandy

Round 89: Cody

Round 90: Amanda

Round 91: Jeremy

Past Polls and Poll Ideas under the cut

Names that I have a complete list for*

Caroline, Tyler, Louis, Leonard, Rebecca, Steve, Nicole, Isabelle, Victoria, Katherine, Jade, Alex, Sophie, Greg, Jake, Ellie, Isaac, Robin, Tony, Annie, Lisa, Margaret, Oliver, Clark, Kara, Phoebe, Emma, Ruby, Bart, Alfie, Beth, Julian, Nancy, Penny, Margaret, Tessa, Erica, Theresa, George, Kevin, Sebastian, Felix, Martin, Michael, Erin, Caleb, Helen, Charlotte, Kyle, Martha, Diana, Elsa, Gary, Zoe, Connor, Colin, Daisy, Eric, Maya, Adam, Andy, Magnus, Alma, Nora, Alice, Spike, Leon, Marcel, Kim, Juno, Sue, Chris, Otto, Donald, Daphne, Kate, Todd, Ned, Ken, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Naomi, Diego, Miranda, Joel, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Lily, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Nadia, Velma, Jill, Kiera, Rory, Evan, Tam, Klaus, Neil, Derek, Michelle, Luna, Laila, Cordelia, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, Kelly, Alan, April, Astrid, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Karen, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Hannah, Joy, Ethan, Katya, Aria, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Faye, Frank, Boo, River, Corey, Gabrielle, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Beverly, Rudy, Georgina

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Sean, Troy, Cain, Agatha, Warren, Percy, Reggie, Mina, Ryan, Felicia, Dylan, Josh, Shirley, Debbie, Jared, June, Mabel, Ray, Chad, Moe, Hugh, Fearne, Christine, Joe, August, May, Scarlet, Alana, Leela, Manny, Dean, Francis, Mason, Oscar, Quinn, Guy, Ulrich, Wally, Yasmin, Tobias, Woody, Sabrina, Quentin, Margot, Alina, Matilda, Freya, Kendra, Angus, Ophelia, Leisel, Zelda, Adora, Piper, Scarlet, Sheila, Valentine, Laurie, Laurel, Fitz, Violet, Gabriel, Ford, Artemis, Owen, Bianca, Newton, Summer, Darcy, Noah, Taylor, Miriam, Hugh, Aurora, Hank, Henry, Dawn, Delia, Cosmo, Wanda, Zeke, Cecil, Aiden, Calvin, Ayesha, Beatrice, Parker, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Misty, Amaya, Amara, Harvey, Talia, Tatiana, Tanya, Orion, Eugene, Kit, Bo, Duke, Blue, Cameron, Rudolf, Mara, Marianne, Carl

Feel free to send more suggestions

*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.

Past Polls

Round 1: Peter : WINNER: Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

Round 2: Elizabeth : WINNER: Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Round 3: Jason : WINNER: Jason Mendoza (The Good Place)

Round 4: Eve : WINNER: EVE (WALL-E)

Round 5: Fred : WINNER: Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo)

Round 6: Rachel : WINNER: Rachel (Animorphs)

Round 7: Arthur : WINNER: Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Round 8: Amy : WINNER: Amy Pond (Doctor Who)

Round 9: Tom : WINNER: Tom (Tom and Jerry)

Round 10: Claire : WINNER: Clare Devlin (Derry Girls)

Round 11: James : WINNER: James (Pokemon)

Round 12: Max : WINNER: Max (Black Sails)

Round 13: Simon : WINNER: Simon Belmont (Castlevania)

Round 14: Jane : WINNER: Jane Crocker (Homestuck)

Round 15: Victor : WINNER: Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)

Round 16: Mary : WINNER: Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins)

Round 17: Will : WINNER: Will Graham (Hannibal)

Round 18: Laura : WINNER: Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks)

Round 19: Ben : WINNER: Ben "Obi-Wan" Kenobi (Star Wars)

Round 20: Chloe : WINNER: Chloe Price (Life Is Strange)

Round 21: John : WINNER: Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Round 22: Lydia : WINNER: Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

Round 23: Mark : WINNER: Marc Spector (Moon Knight)

Round 24: Jess : WINNER: Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad)

Round 25: Theo : WINNER: Theobald Gumbar (Dimension 20: A Crown Of Candy)

Round 26: Sarah: WINNER: Sarah Jane Smith (Doctor Who)

Round 27: Richard : WINNER: Richard Gansey III (The Raven Cycle)

Round 28: Cass : WINNER: Cassandra Cain (Batman)

Round 29: Edward : WINNER: Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Round 30: Carm : WINNER: Carmen Sandiego (Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?)

Round 31: Hal : WINNER: HAL9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey)

Round 32: Sid : WINNER: Sydney Adamu (The Bear)

Round 33: Jack : WINNER: Captain Jack Harkness (Doctor Who)

Round 34: Stephanie : WINNER: Stephanie Brown (Batman)

Round 35: Ash : WINNER: Ash Ketchum (Pokemon)

Round 36: Veronica : WINNER: Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)

Round 37: Kurt : WINNER: Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler (X-Men)

Round 38: Eleanor : WINNER: Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place)

Round 39: Nathan : WINNER: Nathan Young (Misfits)

Round 40: Fiona : WINNER: Princess Fiona (Shrek)

Round 41: Gale : WINNER: Gayle Waters-Waters (Chris Fleming)

Round 42: Barbara : WINNER: Barbara Millicent Roberts aka Barbie (Barbie)

Round 43: Sam : WINNER: Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)

Round 44: Grace : WINNER: Grace Chastity (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Round 45: Barry : WINNER: Barry Bluejeans (The Adventure Zone)

Round 46: Raven : WINNER: Raven (Teen Titans)

Round 47: Dan : WINNER: Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

Round 48: Mia : WINNER: Mia Fey (Ace Attorney)

Round 49: Matt : WINNER: Matt Murdock (Daredevil)

Round 50: Rose : WINNER: Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Round 51: Robert : WINNER: Robbie Rotten (LazyTown)

Round 52: Lola : WINNER: Lola Bunny (Space Jam)

Round 53: Scott : WINNER: Scott Summers aka Cyclops (X-Men)

Round 54: Olivia : WINNER: Olivia Octavious (Spiderverse)

Round 55: Finn : WINNER: Finn the Human (Adventure Time)

Round 56: Emily : WINNER: Emily Charlton (The Devil Wears Prada)

Round 57: Elliot : WINNER: Eliot Spencer (Leverage)

Round 58: Sonia : WINNER: Sonia (Pokemon)

Round 59: Gideon : WINNER: Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb)

Round 60: Jen : WINNER: Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)

Round 61: Miles : WINNER: Miles Morales (Spider-Man)

Round 62: Lana : WINNER: Lana Skye (Ace Attorney)

Round 63: Spencer : WINNER: Spencer Shay (iCarly)

Round 64: Tracy : WINNER: Tracy Turnbald (Hairspray!)

Round 65: Luke : WINNER: Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

Round 66: Natalie : WINNER: Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)

Round 67: Harry : WINNER: Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

Round 68: Lucy : WINNER: Lucy van Pelt (Peanuts)

Round 69: Damian : WINNER: Damian Wayne (Batman)

Round 70: Tabitha : WINNER: Tabitha Casper (Dan and Phil Games: Sims 4)

Round 71: Nick : WINNER: Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)

Round 72: Gwen : WINNER: Guinevere (Merlin)

Round 73: Paul : WINNER: Paulette Bonafonte (Legally Blonde)

Round 74: Abigail : WINNER: Abigail Hobbs (Hannibal)

Round 75: Jordan : WINNER: Jordan Baker (The Great Gatsby)

Round 76: Donna : WINNER: Donna Noble (Doctor Who)

Round 77: Morgan : WINNER: Morgana (Merlin)

Round 78: Allison : WINNER: Alison Cooper (BBC Ghosts)

Round 79: Patrick : WINNER: Patrick Star (Spongebob Squarepants)

Round 80: Linda : WINNER: Linda Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

Round 81: Philip : WINNER: Philip J. Fry (Futurama)

Round 82: Clarisse : WINNER: Clarisse La Rue (Percy Jackson)

Round 83: Jeff

Round 84: Maria

[sneakyblinders]

urgent business. tommy shelby x reader

A/N: hi! new writer here for the peaky blinders! please enjoy this cheeky one shot. :) 

Warnings: fluff, language, sexual themes, light spice. not canon for how our fav gangster would behave but i like to think this is how tommy would be if he found the right woman.

“Don’t you just hate how they’re always all over each other?” your eldest son, Peter said, face twisted in disgust. You, Tommy and your four children were supposed to be having a family walk through the gardens, but Tommy had other ideas, leaving your four children trailing behind, his arm wrapped around your waist, telling you funny things that made you cackle with laughter. 

“No,” your second child, Katherine replied back. “I think it’s quite romantic.” she said, dreamily.  “What’s romantic mean?” Isabel, tied for youngest with her twin brother, William asked, her little legs barely able to keep up with her older siblings.  “Like--lovey dovey. You know what romantic is!” Katherine snapped at her.  “I’m only five.” Isabel shot back in response.  You turned around to see your children, and smiled at them, their father only looking at you. Only ever having eyes for you.  Tommy adored his children. He would walk through fire and in front of a bullet for any of them, but you: his wife, his beloved. You were the breath in his lungs. Fire in his belly. Apple of his eye. His one true love. The one who gave him strength to wake up every morning.  You pulled him out of the depths of his shell he had retreated into after the war. Made him remember who he was before. Helped calm his shattered nerves, shattered heart. You picked up the pieces and loved him back to life. And for that, he vowed he would spend the rest of his days loving, cherishing, ravishing and spoiling you to absolutely no end.  Tommy said something else you found funny and you turned back to him, playfully hitting him on the chest.  “Do you think they’ll have another baby?” William asked, cogs in his mind whirring. “I sure hope not. There’s too many of us already.” Peter sneered.  “I think another brother would be nice.” William said, a smile on his face.  Peter rolled his eyes.  “Children!” Tommy called behind him as they approached the barn. “Your mother and I are going to go for a ride. We’ll be back shortly. No playing around the ponds, am I understood?” he said, expression stern.  “Yes, father.” they all replied in unison.  “Good.” he smiled at them before turning his attention back to you. You had jogged ahead of him a little ways, giddy with his boyish promises of ravishing you in the horse stall like he used to when you were first married.  The children plopped down beneath an apple tree, a good distance away from the barn. Horses still frightened Isabel, despite their father’s attempts to dull her fear of them. He had tried riding with her and it had ended terribly; she screamed and cried, only spooking the horse. Tommy had to practically throw them both off the horse and tried to calm him down before throwing Isabel over his shoulder and walking the whole way back to the barn. 

“Why do we never go riding with them?” Katherine asked quizzically to her older brother.  “It’s their alone time, silly.” Peter responded sarcastically, plucking grass, blade by blade from the patch around him.  “They’re always alone.” She responded, a pout on her face.  “It’s because they can’t keep their hands to themselves.” Peter replied, a devious look on his face.  “Don’t speak that way about them! Father would have your head if he heard you say that.” Katherine responded. Isabel and William were preoccupied with trying to catch a frog.  “Can’t ever say anything poorly about mother,” Peter rolled his eyes. “He always yells when I do say something, even if she is wrong.” he said in disgust.  “Mother is rarely wrong, Peter.” Katherine told him.  “Yes, but sometimes, she is and he never lets me tell her my side of what I see. It bothers me.” Peter threw the blades of grass into the wind.  At that moment, their parents emerged on their fathers favorite horse, a huge black stallion with a white patch on his left side. Their parents both looked rather disheveled.  You rode in front of Tommy, his arms and legs caging you in, holding you tightly against him. Moments before, he had pushed you up against the stall door of the barn, hands needy as he tugged at the neckline of your blouse. “Thomas,” you said weakly, out of breath from his kisses against your lips, pulse point, collarbones. “Thomas, not when the children are so close.”  “My love,” he rasped, grabbing your backside. “We’ve done far worse with them far closer.”  “Tonight, you may have your way with me.” you promised him, kissing his nose.  He gave you a devious smirk before leading the horse out of his stall. 

A half hour later, you and Tommy returned. “Go see to the children while I put ‘em away.” He told you, helping you down from the horse.  You nodded, walking back towards your children. “Mother! Did you see if any of our flowers have bloomed yet?” Isabel asked. A few weeks ago you and your daughters had planted some wildflower seeds in a field close to where you keep the garden.  “They haven't bloomed yet, but I did see some small, green stems!” you told her excitedly.  “Where’s father?” Peter asked, standing up.  “Just putting the horse in his stall. He’ll be here soon.”  “Do you think he’d play ball with us today?” he asked.  “I’m not sure, son. I think he may need to go back to his office, but why don’t you ask him when he comes out?” you hated disappointing your children, but more often than not, Tommy had very few spare hours to spend with his children. Much to your dismay, most of their waking hours were spent with their tutors and the nanny. You and Tommy were often busy with business.  “Ask me what?” Tommy asked, coming up behind you and taking a hold of your hand.  “If you would play ball with us this afternoon.” Peter said.  Tommy looked at you nervously for a moment. “I don’t have anything pressing to attend to today. Why not!”  Peter and William cheered. “Can I play?” Isabel asked.  Peter rolled his eyes. “She can be on my team.” Tommy told his eldest, who started to walk back towards the house. 

When you got back to the house, Tommy, your sons and Isabel stayed outside to play while you and Katherine went back inside the house to get some lemonade, cheese and crackers for a snack. “Mother, do you love Daddy?” she asked.  You smiled to yourself. “Very much. What would make you ask such a question?”  “Just wondering.” she responded dreamily. 

That night, after all your children were safely tucked away in their beds, Tommy began working on the promise you had made him in the horse barn. “Gotta be quiet, love.” he rasped in your ear, his hand between your legs.  You bit back a moan. “Thomas,” you whined.  “Sh...” he chuckled, pushing your nightgown further up your hips.  You were in fact, not quiet that evening. Your husband was good at many things, and delivering pleasure filled nights was one of his favorite pastimes.  You woke up the next morning, sore between your legs, but an unmistakable glow about you. Tommy loved lying in bed with you, watching you gradually come to life in the mornings.  “Good morning, my love.” he whispered, pulling you into his chest.  “Good morning,” you yawned, curling into him.  “Sleep well, my queen?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You mumbled a yes. He chuckled. “You seemed thoroughly exhausted by the time you did fall asleep.”  “I was.” you chuckled, cheeks flushing.  “Don’t be embarrassed,” he smiled down at you, heart swelling in his chest. “I loved every second.”  You heard what sounded like a stampede of footsteps, followed by the bedroom door being flung open, and the nanny screeching, “No, no, no!” Three of your children bounded in the room and launched themselves into bed with the two of you.  “Mr. and Mrs. Shelby, I am so sorry!” The nanny stammered, trying not to look at your almost bare forms, barely hidden by blankets and sheets.  You and Tommy laughed. You were glad you both had decided to slip some scraps of clothing on before you fell asleep the night before. “It’s no bother, Sara.” you chuckled. Tommy had Isabel and William pinned down, ticking both of them at the same time.  “They’re late for their lessons.” she fussed, cheeks flushing hot, seeing Tommy’s chest bare.  “That’s alright. They can work a little later into the afternoon today.” you told her as Katherine snuggled into your neck. “Good morning, my girl.” you cooed at her.  William and Isabel had managed to overpower their father, who was now being held down by both of them. “My love, help!” he laughed, playing into their game of play fighting as they tickled his stomach. You grinned at your eldest daughter.  “You reckon we ought to help Daddy?” you asked her.  “Take it like a man, father!” William laughed, causing Tommy to laugh harder than you’d heard him laugh in a long time.  “Okay, okay, okay, I surrender! I am waving the white flag!” Tommy said, breathlessly. “What do I have to do as your prisoner?”  Isabel and William looked at each other, a sneaky look on their faces. “We’d like chocolate biscuits for lunch.”  You gave him a smile. “Very well then. Small price to pay for my freedom.” he said. “Sara, see to it that they get chocolate biscuits for lunch, please.” he told the blushing maid, who was still frozen in place.  “Yes, sir, Mr. Shelby.” she said.  “Alright, children, let your mother and I get dressed. We’ll see you shortly.” Tommy told them, pressing a kiss to each of their heads. Sara ushered them out of the room quickly, closing the door behind them.  Tommy flopped back down on the bed, still trying to catch his breath. “That was fun.” he chuckled.  “Do you reckon they heard us last night?” you ask, eyeing him as he reached for a cigarette.  “You mean heard you?” he asked, chest rumbling with laughter.  “We need a bigger house.” you groan burying your face in his chest.  “You can have whatever you want, my love.”  “I’m not gonna ask ‘er!” you overheard your oldest daughter screech to your younger one.  “Fine, I’ll ask Daddy.” you heard William say as they walked down the hall to where you were sitting, sewing a quilt.  Thomas sat next to you on the loveseat, reading the paper.  “Daddy,” your youngest son said, standing in the doorway. “Daddy I have urgent business.” he said.  Tommy chuckled, setting the paper down in between the two of you. “Yes, son?”  “It’s--it’s mans business.” he said confidently.  “Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of your mother, son.” Tommy said sternly. “Your mother is as much a part of this business as I am.”  “Well,” William said, digging his little hands into his pockets. “Do you love Mother?” he asked.  “Of course I love your mother. Isn’t that obvious?” he chuckled.  “Well--we thought so but then last night there was a lot of shouting. And we figured she was upset at you because she kept shouting your name like she was upset with you. And sounded like she was crying.” he said. “We were--we were worried, that’s all, Daddy.”  All of the blood drained from your face, heart hammering with anticipation of how your husband would explain this one to your son, and daughters who were eavesdropping.  Tommy rubbed a hand over his face. “Son--”  “I tried to tell ‘em, Dad. Tried to tell ‘em they would understand when they were older.” Your eldest, Peter chimed in from behind the other three.  “Understand what, exactly, Peter?” your husband asked, eyes serious.  “The love between a husband and a wife.” Peter said matter-of-factly, shooting his dad a knowing look.  “Yes, Peter. Sometimes, the love between a husband and wife can be so--intense--” your husband paused, searching for a cigarette. “That it causes them to shout.”  You stifled a giggle, clearing your throat to distract yourself. “Mother, are you certain you’re alright?” Your youngest son asked.  “Of course, lovey. Your father is right. I love him very much.” you said, smiling gently at him.  “Right, well, go run along now, please.” Tommy said, sitting back in his spot on the loveseat.  The three youngest children scurried off, but your eldest remained. “Thank you, son.” Tommy sighed.  “Keep it down next time, will ya? I can only answer so many questions before they aren’t satisfied with what I tell ‘em.” Peter said, giving his father a stern look.  “Yes, Peter, I will do my best to contain myself from now on.”  “You too, Mother.” your son shook his finger at you.  “Careful how you speak to her.” Tommy warned.  “Yes, Sir, Mr. Shelby.” you smiled.  Peter shook his head, turning on his heels and walking out of the room.  You and Tommy shared an embarrassed look before chuckling to yourself. “Thank God for Peter. Fifteen going on fifty, eh?” he sighed.  “Thank God for Peter.” you agreed, smiling at your husband. 

[blueopinions49]

Healthy/Unhealthy Type 6

Healthy Social 6

Kitty Pryde 6w7 (so/sx)- Kitty's development is all about community and standing up for what she believes. As a super ego type she goes forward in most of her appearances to fight for community and the well being for others.

Clare Deblin (6w5 so/sp)- While very anxious i think she is the most realistic display of an average SO6. Her desire to fit in and be in community with her friends constantly makes her feel comfortable in herself.

Marie Moreau (6w5 so/sp)- in the beginning of the show we see her having trouble to come out of her shell. By the end of the show we see how Maries core desire is for stability and community.

Unhealthy Social 6 

Dvorah (6w5 so/sp)- Constantly using others for her own benefit and doing everything she can to control the hive.

The Deep (6w7 so/sx)- Insecure, dumb and creepy. He is constantly using the community around him to hide his true intentions. As well as his incompetence makes him rely on others constantly to fix his messes.

Greg Hirsh (6w7 so/x)- Similar to the past two characters he uses the system around to move upwards in life eventually landing him In a place he can never move.

Healthy Self Preservation 6

Allison Argent (6w7 sp/sx)- While she has her ups and downs she always kept her desires in check and tried helping as much peoples as possible. Eventually dying to save her friends (the movie didn't happen).

Miles Morales (6w7 sp/so)- He started insecure and worried about whats his place in the world and by the end of movie we see him fully accept the mantle of spider man.

Frank Shang (6w5 sp/so)- He initially had a confidence problem but with patience and friends he managed to out through and become an excellent leader.

Unhealthy Self Preservation 6 

Josie from bottoms (6w5 sp/so)- She started a fight club to get with a girl she liked... While allot of her actions are morally dubious we see her eventually recognize the wrong she did and ask Isabelle a second chance.

Ashley Brown (6w5 sp/so)- Her anxiety makes her jump to conclusions fast and in most choices ends with her throwing others under the buss.

Peter Pettigrew (6w7 sp/so)- He hides behind other due to his vulnerability and incompetence. Eventually leading to his own death.

Healthy Sexual 6

Flame Princess (6w7 sx/so)- When we first meet her we see how sheltered she was due to her fire powers. As the series goes on we see how she struggles with her fear of who's true intentions are and who truly has her best intents for her. In the end of the show we see a fully realized FP who's interrogated to her 9 and found peace and love in community as the fire kingdoms Queen.

Natasha Romanoff (6w5 sx/sp)- Her health levels are completely up for debate however I see Natasha as a 6 who's worked to integrate too her 9.

Sango (6w5 sx/so)- Similar to FP she struggles to understand who to truly trust in the current stage. In her chase for her brother she learns to trust others and be vulnerable. Eventually falling for Miroku.

Unhealthy Sexual 6

Laura Palmer 6w7 (sx/so)- Her struggle to find stability in her life ends with her disintegrating fully to 9. Becoming sad and in need to feel something.

Jacob Black 6w7 (sx/so)-While he started well in the first movie. Once he became a werewolf he was constantly chasing after Bella even when she stated she wasn't interested.

Carla Roson (6w5 sx/so)- Looking for stably and peace in the first place makes her struggle with her relationship with Polo. Once S2 starts we see her trying to seduce Samuel to let his guard down. Eventually falling for him. In S3 we see how she fully disintegrates towards 9 in order to maintain her house hold steady. In the end she leaves las Encinas.

[ask-sentient-vehicles]

Which of the engines are married?

A lot :)

Thomas is married to Rosie

Gordon is married to Annie

Edward is married to Emily

Toby is married to Henrietta

Donald is married to Daisy

Duck is married to Flora

Skarloey is married to Millie

Duncan is married to Madge

Oliver is married to Isabel

Sir Handel is married to Elizabeth

James is married to Molly

Henry is married to Caitlin

Clarabel is married to Hank

Boco is married to Ashima

Lady is married to Dodge

Frieda is married to Ivan

Duke is married to Catherine

Stepney is married to Bluebell

Dennis is married to Pip (opposites attract)

if I have any more ship ideas, I'll add them here

Percy and Mavis are dating, but not married bc Percy's just a kid.

Philip has a one-sided crush on Marion. He's a simp. So, not married.

Rusty and Peter Sam are in a queerplatonic relationship. They are BFF. Luke and Rusty are dating, but not married for the same reason Percy's not married. (I just started shipping Rusty x Luke -- it's so cute (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

Stanley is dating Jenny Wakeman from My Life as a Teenage Robot (i'm not kidding, i legit ship them)

^me shipping all these trains in a nutshell

[ebiemidnightlibrarian]

𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓽𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼

𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝖆𝖔3 | 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 Dacryphillia, Choking, Non-Explicit Consent (kinda), Smut, Fingering, Pegging (but it's the 18th century mind you), Porn with Plot, Biting, Finger Sucking, Voyeurism, Light Bondage, Praise Kink if you squint, Orgasm Edging, Orgasm Denial, Overstimulation, Gaslighting, Hair Pulling (a lot o hair porn bc have you seen this man's hair in the 90s?? or ever for that matter??), Probably both are a bit OOC, but I did my best to be faithful, OFC has no actual description just a name.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 10,883

𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊  The protagonist has a name (Isabell) and is AFAB, but other than that I don't give precise body descriptions because this is supposed to be read as a 'fem!reader x' fic. However, feel free to picture her how you like. Again, English isn’t my mother language, so I’m sorry for any orthography or writing mistakes you might find.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊  So, I wrote this piece after almost two years without ACTUALLY finishing something. So this is my comeback, I guess?? It takes place after the series "The History of Tom Jones" produced by BBC in 1997. I'm considering the same cast here. Lindsay Duncan and Peter Capaldi as Lady Bellaston and Lord Fellamar. These characters don't have full names, so, for narrative purposes, I'm naming them Marion and Amadeo respectively. They're despicable in morals, just like in the series, but there's nothing too dark in this. It's actually very straight to the point, I wrote this for a prompt on my book club. The prompt was a smut with "bite mark + i need you", so this happened. Lord Fellamar is actually a pathetic cunt, and I love him. Peter Capaldi made me do it (and Lindsay Duncan too). I never thought I was going to research 18th century clothes to write a porn, but hey, life is funny.

Please, enjoy! My asks are always open to you all, make yourself comfortable to send me anything!

THE MUSIC ECHOED OFF THE ORNATE WALLS and reverberated in the ears of the ladies and gentlemen exchanging pleasantries in the hall.

Lady Bellaston, as usual, floated around the ballroom accompanied by her companions and other young women from high society, spreading their gossip and their liaisons throughout the court. Lord Fellamar watched the young ladies looking for something that caught his eye, plump lips, flushed cheeks, sparkling eyes, maybe just a hint of mischief, but they all seemed as insipid and cold as Lady Bellaston herself. After his dismal failure in wooing young Sophie, he had lost interest in upper-class ladies. Not that he would ever allow himself to sink to the level of the rabble, but at least in London there was nothing that he would rather sink his teeth in.

Ah, young Sophie, with her eyes so sweet and her words so bitter. Her rejection wounded his pride in ways he had never experienced before.

Uninterested in the couples waltzing and the old crows gossiping nonsense, he moved gracefully through the crowd and chose a spot in the corner, not empty, but far enough away that he could observe everyone without being interrupted or noticed. Or so he thought. Unbeknownst to him, a pair of slanted, guileful eyes were watching him.

Surely he wouldn't notice , Lady Bellaston thought, and smiled as she watched him move away to his place beside the fireplace. The girl clasped on her arm was a new and faithful acquisition, a young woman from a newly wealthy family who had come to London to be taught to be a lady. Unscrupulous would be the one who would let himself be fooled by her flushed cheeks and long, showy eyelashes that hid an innate malice behind those slanted eyes.

Lady Bellaston still harboured feelings of resentment for Fellamar's betrayal, but the poor devil had no inkling of her intentions. Giving him some of her special attention after the ordeal had soothed the Lord's sore and worried ego. But he had no idea what was in store for him. With grace and beauty, the Lady curtsied briefly with her heavily powdered face to a few individuals eager to please her and walked away, only the young woman with the mischievous thoughts and innocent smile at her side. Waltzing gracefully, they wandered across the hall and gathered conspiratorially in a secluded corner.

— See that man by the fireplace, my dear Isabell? — She whispered to the young girl beneath the flap of her fan. — That is Lord Amadeo Fellamar. — she said, positioning her back to him, allowing him space to observe who she was speaking to if he wanted to, when he wanted to.

— He's very handsome, my lady. — the young woman smiled, discreetly letting her gaze fall on the figure who was now chatting pleasantries with two noble men decades older than himself.

— Incredibly. — Lady Bellaston agreed, a knowing smile threaded her features. — But also a fool and astoundingly easy to manipulate. — the lady paused, waiting for a young countess to pass by them, with a smile, before continuing. — You see, our dear Lord Fellamar has done something to me that has cost me something of my reputation. And his lack of a firm hand is too irritating for him to serve me as an informant. Although I suppose that a man of his position would never allow himself to be demoted to a mere spy. — the last part was said not above a whisper, her red painted lips close to the shell of the girl's ear. She could feel her breathing like a breeze in her neck.

The young woman smiled, turning her face so that it was inches from Lady Bellaston's.

— My Lady, are you suggesting what I believe you're suggesting? — questioned the young woman, already with a knowing, deceiving smile.

Bellaston returned the smile, mischievously. Of course, she would be just as eager to follow through on the suggestion in her words. Earlier that afternoon, while they were still sitting in the carriage after a visit to the park, Lady Bellaston had spoken to the young lady. In private, the older woman had proposed, only for Isabell and the walls of the carriage to hear, that the newcomer should arrange some trouble for a certain member of the court. The young Fernside remembered the words exchanged with a lascivious smile.

“He is a fool. He thinks he is one of the most important men in the court, but he will be nothing more than a footnote in another man’s story. But he is clever, shrewd, he will know if someone is being false to him. If he were not so irritatingly needy, he would be a fit companion for my evenings.” She spoke in an exasperated tone, remembering a certain pair of lips trailing kisses on the back of her neck. “Don’t let him suspect anything. If he begins to suspect something, then this ruse will be of no use to us, and you will prove very little use to me.” The stiff air and venomous gaze turned haughtily to the erect figure of the young woman sitting opposite her.

“I may come from the country, my lady, but I would appreciate it if your ladyship would not underestimate me. A lonely young lady in the country, surrounded by rough men, may have a trick or two up her sleeve.” The suggestive look the young lady that escorted her sent her told Bellaston much of what she needed to know about the girl.

“Yes, my dear, but country men are very different from men of the court. These men need to be treated with more delicacy, subtlety, and are more cunning and slippery than a farmer.” The blond-haired lady stated as she waved her fan, her gaze briefly straying to the monotonous landscape outside the window. An almost childish laugh escaped the country girl and with an arched eyebrow, Lady Bellaston glared at her. “I am glad my words amuse you.” There was a hint of offence in her tone.

“Please, my lady, do not be offended. I am merely saying that all men can be bent if given the right means.” ‘Give them the false sense of control, let them think they are in charge of everything, then pull the rug out from under their feet and show them that there is always someone above their heads’. The girl concluded to herself. A curious and expectant smile curved the corner of the lady's lips, the girl understood the shake of her head as an indication that she should continue. “It is fortunate for us that I know a thing or two about gamesmanship, it is my second-best skill.” she stated with a mischievous look on her angelic features.

“And what would be the first?” she asked the young woman, with a glint of curiosity and lust in the blue of her eyes.

“A lady should never reveal all her skills, milady, if she did, she would cease to be interesting. Besides, I believe your ladyship will find out soon enough. I gather your room is across from the guest's room, isn't it? You might hear a thing or two…”, Isabell said, ulterior motives lacing her words.

A silence filled the air, as they locked eyes. Lady Marion Bellaston licked her lips briefly and smiled.

“Good. Prove yourself a decent company today, and I will have you in good standing with the court.”, There was a threat in the way Lady Bellaston said the words, and for her own sake, the young Fernside knew better than to contradict her. “You are to become his mistress, dear, and his confidant when the time comes, but you will serve me and only me. For I detest as passionately as I have loved.”  The sharp words escaped her thin lips, a hidden promise in the way she traced her lower lip with the tip of her venomous tongue.

Serpents, all of them, of course, and just one young ram ready to be herded.

It is certainly worth a try , she remembered thinking in light of the subtle threat.

— I am pleased with your quick thinking, young lady. — A conspiratorial smile graced the Lady’s lips. Batting her dark lashes at her, the young lady bit the corner of her lip to contain the excitement in sight of the opportunity. — You shall - — Their interaction was briefly interrupted by a round-faced, eager-featured lady, who could not have been less than twice the young woman's age and seemed determined to question Lady Bellaston all about her new companion.

— Greetings, Lady Bellaston! What a wonderful ball! And who is this beautiful creature by your side? — the old woman asked, a bright smile painted on her lips, highlighting her flushed and prominent cheeks even more. Politely, the girl curtsied and twisted the veil of her skirt in her slender fingers, the act of the shy country girl still taking shape in her bones.

— Greetings, Madame Du Maurier! — With a sour smile, the hostesses, Lady Marion Bellaston, greeted. — This lovely jewel is my dear ward, Miss Fernside. — With a flick of her wrist, she gestured to the young lady beside her. Isabell Fernside bowed, a courtesy, while hiding her impatience.

On the opposite side of the hall, Fellamar faced similar boredom. The Lord quickly became bored with the political fallacies of his colleagues and allowed his gaze to wander around the room again in search of something or someone more interesting than the incessant rumbles about the Parliament. The first thing about her that caught his attention was the way she batted her eyelashes at the lady who approached, the way she gently bit her lower lip as she smiled at Lady Bellaston in secrecy. The way the ruby necklace hugged her soft-looking neck. He felt himself be mesmerized by her graceful movements and how the virginal cerulean blue fabric draped over her bust, wrapping the softness of her flesh.

As he lifted his gaze to hers, their gazes met, and he could barely contain the heat the sight sent to the base of his spine. They locked eyes for a moment, and he amused himself with the parting of her lips by a gasp, as if she hadn't expected to be caught staring. Then, looking away to the petite woman she was talking to, she smiled, a blush flushing her cheeks.

— He seems to like you. — Lady Bellaston whispered under the guise of the woman, who kept babbling to the young lady who accompanied her about how her wonderful son was doing in the new world. Marion watched Fellamar be distracted by her new acquisition, and she felt a victorious smile twist the corners of her lips. — That's good. I knew a pearl like you wouldn't escape his eyes. — The lady said, the back of her fingers lightly caressing the young woman's cheek.

The hostesses felt a hint of jealousy cross her heart when she caught the way her ward looked at him, she felt her jaw clench, aching with the urge to devour. Perhaps she should keep the girl to herself, she was too precious to be wasted on a foolish man like him, her little devious lamb. But then again, the taste of her prey weighting on her tongue would be far sweeter than his kisses.

Madame Du Maurier stopped her tribulations and followed their gaze, her eyebrows rising almost to her bright red hairline in realization, she swallowed hard and strutted in acceptance.

— Oh, my lady, forgive me, I hadn't realized that your lovely ward already had a suitor. My poor Harry will have to settle for a less rare jewel, I see. — She smiled, squeezing the young woman's cheek. With a nervous bow, she disappeared among the other guests.

The two women glanced at each other. They had got his attention just as they had planned, but Bellaston knew for sure that Fellamar would not go out of his way to court a young stranger. So it was only fair to introduce them.

— It is time, dear. — Marion said in a whisper as she linked their arms together, the next waltz beginning as they swayed through the ballroom, avoiding the dancers.

Fellamar turned his gaze back to the enchanting young lady, now that his colleagues decided to dance the beginning waltz with their wives. However, with disappointment, he noticed that where her figure had once been, there was only emptiness. Intrigued, he allowed his gaze to roam once more around the room, looking for those enchanting eyes, but she seemed to have disappeared, almost as if she had never been there in the first place. Suddenly, the luscious citrusy scent of bergamot filled his nostrils, and he knew who was nearby.

— My dear Lady Bellaston, greetings. What a lovely ball. — Amadeo said in his husky, low tone. A gentlemanly smile adorned his thin lips as he turned to the female figure standing behind him.

— Greetings, Lord Fellamar. I’m glad you are enjoying the evening. — She said with a pleasing smile. The extravagant manner in which she moved and the rigidity of her skirts' heavy golden fabric as she approached clashed with the gentle delicacy of the girl's clothing she carried on her arm. The sheer dress that adorned her body was light, and its satin texture rippled with the slightest movement. 

The ruby ​​choker she wore highlighted the pink of her lips even more, he was pleased to notice. Plump lips, ready to be devoured.

— Greetings, my lord. — The young woman spoke, not daring to look him in the eye. The impeccable bow she gave and the adorable way she played with the emerald ring on her index finger captivated him. Marion's new protégé was becoming increasingly more attractive.

— And who could this beautiful young woman be? — He asked, wrapping his long, slender fingers around her wrist and placing a kiss on the back of her hand. Seeing her gasp for air pleased him, perhaps he didn't need so much courtship.

— This, my lord, is Miss Isabell Fernside, my ward. Her family recently came to court in London and I have immediately taken possession of this rare gem. — the older woman says, caressing the young woman's cheek and pinching her chin for good measure. — Extremely intelligent and delightfully pretty. Everything a young lady needs, don't you think? — Lady Bellaston says, staring at Isabell’s pink lips for perhaps a second too long. Fellamar notices and feels a smile twist the corner of his lip at what his mind had suggested.

— Indeed — He agrees, repeating the gesture he had made with the young lady and her guardian, just more briefly. Marion smiles appreciatively, her sallow cheeks gaining colour.

Even though she had been offended and annoyed by Fellamar's moral weakness, she still considered him a good lover, devoted and selfish in equal measure, could be delicate and brute if required; even in her position she still desired him, but preferably from afar.

— I gather this is your first ball, my lady, isn’t it? — Fellamar asked, a lecherous look in his greenish-gray eyes. Approaching the young woman with half a step, he watched her, waiting for an answer. 

She admired the rich fabric of his deep red robes, the white scarf tightly tied around his neck. His shoulders were level with her eyes. The scarlet velvet of his jacket matched that of his waistcoat, pompously embroidered with gold thread in floral patterns in yellow, purple, and orange, dull tones that did not stand out more than the gold.

The extravagance of a man of the court, she did not dislike, in fact, he looked much more attractive in those clothes, they suited him well.

— It is true, my lord. — She smiled, her eyes finally rising to meet his, reflecting his lust in hers. Only when she did so did she finally notice the difference in their heights, a warm shiver running down her spine at the prospect.

— Have you danced yet? — He asked briefly, looking around the ballroom. When she nodded in negative, he smiled mischievously. — Then it is my pleasure to remedy that. May you grant me the honor of taking your beloved protégé for the next waltz, my Lady? — without taking his eyes off the young woman in front of him, he asked. 

In his peripheral vision, he observed the restrained way in which Marion pressed her lips into a thin line for a few seconds as if considering the request and then smiled. Granting permission with an affected nod of her head.

— Of course. Go, my dear. Our dear Lord Fellamar waltzes exceptionally well, enjoy your first ball at court. — Her words were followed by a suggestive grin, noticed only by the girl.

The orchestra's arrangement finished the last chords of the waltz they were playing and Fellamar extended a chivalrous arm for the young woman to embrace, and with a bow he led her gracefully to the middle of the hall. Marion watched them, her envious blue eyes following every slightest movement, the fallacies of her guests mattered little to her, she had devoted all her attention to them .

The first notes of the piano echoed through the deep blue walls decorated in white and gold, soon followed by the resonant chord of the cello. Amadeo gently pulled her closer, one hand wrapped around her gloved fingers with a soft but warm touch, while the other positioned itself just above the satin waist of her dress, the distance between their bodies considerably reduced. Their steps were harmonious, he guided her gently, his fingers pressing firmly into the softness of her waist with each turn.

He smelled of something fresh and woody, a hint of citrus invaded her nostrils as she briefly laid her face on his shoulder in a somewhat abrupt twirl dictated by the music. Lemon and mahogany, she liked it, she imagined what his skin would taste like on her tongue. Would it be sweet? Bitter? She wondered how it would feel to sink her teeth on the vast paleness of the length of his neck.

At one point, he allowed both of his hands to encircle her waist, lifting her in his arms as the waltz dictated. He could barely contain the smirk of malicious satisfaction when she placed both of her hands on his shoulders — a bit too close to his neck to be appropriate — to keep herself upright as he twirled her in the air, her breasts jutting out just slightly above her cleavage. Her soft, velvety skin seemed to beg him to touch her. He could feel his fingertips tingle where they touched her, he could almost feel the flesh of her hips beneath the thin layers of undergarments and cerulean silk.

Before her heels touched the ivory floor again, the young woman noticed the subtle movement of his muscles beneath his robes, tense with the effort of lifting her. She wondered how they would feel underneath her delicate fingers, how each digit would mark the pale skin, how the sharp edges of her nails would leave rosy trails in their wake. The girl felt her cheeks heat at the thought, she could almost feel his weight on her, their chests pressed together as he put her on the ground.

The couples danced in pairs, briefly switching partners throughout the waltz with each fluttering pirouette, but they remained only with each other, too drawn to one another to let go. The young Isabell felt his breathing against her thick lashes, his warm wine breath bathing her skin in goosebumps as their feet waltzed rhythmically. 

Her eyes studied his features with curiosity and something else, he noticed, feeling himself press closer to her, drawing a gasp from her well-shaped lips with the burning proximity. As he led them, she had time to finally take him in fully.

The white wig so common among the nobles of the court did not look out of place on him. Or strange in the composition of his attire, as she saw on so many noblemen around her. She could not help but wonder what colour his hair was beneath the pompous coiffure, if it was curly or slim, what would it feel like in her grip. She felt the pleasant firmness with which he held her waist, and a mischievous smile disguised as sweet innocence twisted the corners of her rosy lips as their noses were only millimetres away from touching.

A Roman nose and high cheekbones, so sharp, she thought she could cut herself in them. His expressive eyebrows arched when he noticed what she was doing. Immediately shifting her gaze briefly to his lips, she felt her cheekbones burn, a deep sigh, intoxicating her even more in his scent.

At that moment, neither of them seemed to notice the disapproving and abject looks of the other guests at such vulgarity. Hypocrites at heart, all of them, especially the men, who shamelessly coveted the young lady. And their wives, who envied the newly arrived girl for attracting the attention of the wealthiest of the men at court, even though she came from a country family of nouveau riches.

The girl batted her eyelashes at him, her tongue escaping briefly to moisten her lower lip as she breathed heavily. The lord's greenish-gray orbs followed the movement, dilated pupils darkening his gaze with ravenous lust, honey slick desire clinging to his pearly teeth. He gave her a wolfish grin, a lamb to the slaughter, her soft neck ready to snap under the crushing force of his jaw. 

She stared at him with her doe eyes as the last chords of the violins and cellos sounded around them, one last pirouette before he plunged her into his arms. Their hands clasped together as the music stopped, their faces inches apart. The proximity took their breath away, but whoever saw it might have blamed the long waltz. He held her by the waist for a moment longer than was appropriate, amusing himself at the sight of the warm blush that rose to her cheeks.

Resuming their original positions, they curtsy to each other as applause for the beautiful dance reverberated across the hall. Yet neither dared look away. 

Lord Fellamar approached, taking the young protégé's hand with his long fingers once again, a brief kiss being placed on the back of her hand while he subtly caressed the phalanges of her fingers with his thumb. The gesture sent a shiver down her spine, warming the blossom at the top of her thighs.

With a brief nod, she smiled chastely and walked away, her graceful steps carrying her under the protective wings of Lady Bellaston. And with a ravenous gaze he watched her go, the satin of her dress snaking behind her back.

Everything was going as planned.

The chambers Lady Bellaston had granted him were somewhat different from what he was accustomed to, but then again, he had spent most of his evenings there in the lady’s own chambers. The room was large, stately. The walls were adorned in greenish damask, and mahogany furniture was elegantly arranged;                                         a desk, a folding screen, a canopy bed, a night stand, a dresser, and a dressing table, all adorned with gold leaf. Reflecting the extravagant taste of the hostesses.

Lord Fellamar noted that his room was just across from Lady Bellaston’s, and a smug smile twisted the corners of his lips at the lustful memories of his previous visits. Her ladyship was a savage woman, lascivious.

She is quite the screamer, he recalled with amusement, slowly undoing the buttons on his vest. A rush of heat settled into his bones as the image of young Isabell seeped into his mind. He imagined what kind of sounds she would make. Would she be loud or quiet? Would she utter adorable little moans like a kitten, or would she pant, too absorbed in her own pleasure to even make a sound?

Sitting down in front of the vanity, he stared at his reflection in the mirror, the makeup in his face adorning his features.

— Sweet Isabell… — He whispered to his reflection, tasting the weight of her name in his tongue. Daydreams about the young protégé permeating his mind. — I shall steal you, precious thing, and make you mine. — The words dripped from his lips as slick as honey, as the lord could feel a slight tightening in his trousers.

With only a hallway separating the two, Lady Bellaston conspired with her young ward, the final details of her plan being decided on as the fair maiden, still in her ball gown, delicately brushed her mentor’s golden locks. The thin tips of her delicate fingers barely brushed the swirls of blond hair at the nape of the older woman’s neck.

Marion felt a goosebump sweep across her skin as the young woman leaned against her bare shoulder to arrange some of the pins she had collected, from her own hair, on the dressing table. If everything was orchestrated correctly, she would be able to enjoy the tender flesh of her sweet devious lamb soon enough, once she had shown her usefulness. The country girl watched her through the reflection in the mirror, her subtle gaze falling on her with a slight frown at the joining of her brows.

— Your ladyship seems concerned. — Her gentle words in her calm tone caressed the Lady’s ears as she spoke. Marion felt her young fingers dig into the sides of her neck, the muscles tense from spending the entirety of her evening being incessantly coaxed, needing to hang on every word uttered.

After a moment of consideration, she decided that a courtship disguised as concern would not do her any harm.

— Come here, pet. — she said with a wave of her delicate hand and moved her undergarments away from her seat, making a tiny space for the young woman to settle in. Touching Isabell’s lush cheekbone, she leaned closer to her, her body leaning so close that the young woman was almost sitting on her lap. — You are a rare beauty, my dear. It is impossible for me to not imagine the unspeakable things he will do to you if he ever discovers your intentions.

Holding Lady Bellaston’s gaze, Isabell could almost feel herself drowning in the clear skies of her eyes. Tilting her head, she widened her doe eyes and smiled with false shyness.

— Do not worry, ma'am. Trust in me, and I shall not disappoint you. — Gently, the young woman took Lady Bellaston’s hand, a comforting squeeze, and batted her long, glossy eyelashes at her.

Marion didn't know what made her act as she would next, whether it was the gentle gaze, the sweet words of comfort, or just barely contained lust that moved her. But she found herself leaning even closer to the farmer’s daughter, briefly sealing her soft rosy lips with her red-stained ones.

It only lasted a moment, but she could feel the young woman lean closer to her, and an arrogant smile was contained in the curve of her cupid's bow.

— Now, now, darling. It’s time for you to meet our beautiful fool. — The hostess said in her velvety tone, appreciating the sherry taste of the maiden’s lips. 

In her lingering excitement, the young lady rose from her place beside the Lady. Standing before her, she waited for the older lady to inspect her attire and face. She gently touched her wrists and earlobes each time she removed some of her jewellery, as well as her long-sleeved gloves. They both shared a gasp as Marion leaned close to her face to untie the ruby ​​choker from around her neck.

— I shall return your jewellery, once you return. I do not seek you to get hurt… Amadeo has quite a firm grip. — She said as she put them away in a jewellery box on the vanity with a knowing half smile.

With her thin knuckles, Lady Bellaston knocked three times on the tall white wooden door that led to Lord Fellamar’s chambers. She had to suppress a smirk of amusement when he promptly opened the door.

— My lady. — He said, his accent slightly thicker, his lips reddened, his coppery curls sticking to his forehead slightly, and his breathing somewhat heavier than usual. She knew exactly what he had been doing. Biting the inside of her cheek, she held back her amusement.

— May I have a word? I’ll be brief. — The woman replied, her chin raised as she glanced at the flushed-cheeked, quiet girl. Following her gaze, the man arched an eyebrow in amused curiosity.

Stepping aside for her to enter the room, he felt the heat at the base of his spine spread. Isabell's hair was loose from its coiffure, and it cascaded beautifully over her shoulders. The neckline of her dress seemed lower, just as she did, her bare feet touched the red wool of the carpet beneath the skirts of her dress, now low to the floor. 

— Close the door. — Came the blonde's authoritative tone from inside the room. Casting one last glance in the direction of the young Miss Fernside, Fellamar returned to the interior of his chambers, observing the imposing figure of Marion standing still, her posture like that of a sculpture.

— What do you wish to speak to me about? — He asked, circling her like a vulture, as he always did, always stopping behind her, his lips joining the snow-white skin of her neck once he had moved her golden locks out of the way.

— It’s about Isabell. — She begins with a breathless sigh as he wraps his arms around her waist, the familiar trail of kisses on that sweet spot where her shoulder and neck meet, forming again.

— What about her? — He murmurs, pulling his lips away from her, his husky baritone near the shell of her ear. His sharp tone elicited a quiver down her spine.

— She seems in love… with you. — Marion told him, feeling the reverberation of his laughter against her back.

— And? — He questioned, a condescending smirk twisting his lips. Smug bastard.

— She begged me to allow her to come and see you. — She says, pulling away from him before she gets carried away by his intoxicating touches. — She comes from a family of recent wealth, - a low-born -, and she knows that she can never dream of you courting her, much less asking for her hand. — Her rehearsed words seemed to convince him. 

They both exchanged knowing looks.

— Surely she must be aware of the implications for someone in her position. — He told her, a predatory gaze reflected in the green of his eyes.

— You must understand that I told her, but nothing seems to change her mind… — a pause while he considered her words. — Eventually I decided to grant her the request. — The lady glanced at him sideways, the shadow of unspoken jealousy darkening her eyes as she continued. — Isabell is my present to you, my lord. A gesture of good faith to show you that our disagreements lie in the past. If you like her, have her. — Her velvety tone echoed close to his lips as she closed the distance that she had placed between them with firm steps, the height difference working in her favour as she threatened to steal a kiss from him.

— It is with great gratitude that I accept such a gift, madam. — He spoke, his deep tone no higher than a whisper. A wolfish grimace took over his features as he added, “Let her in.” . The breath of each word hit her curled lashes evenly. His woodsy cologne and the scent of wine on his breath nearly intoxicated her senses.

— Isabell. — She called, slightly above her usual tone.

In an instant, they both heard the creak of the heavy wooden door opening. The young woman took measured steps towards them, still maintaining a respectful distance from the two.

Fellamar looked down at her, his breathing so slightly heavy that only Marion could feel it, given the little to no distance between their torsos.

— Be gentle, do not break your new toy so soon. — Condescension laced her words as Lady Bellaston pinched his chin slightly, as a mother would do to a spoiled child.

A mischievous smirk formed, one that appeared only in his eyes, especially when they travelled from the blonde to the young woman standing demurely waiting behind her.

Marion turns and walks to the door, but not before stroking Isabell's chin with the back of her index finger, a peck on her plump lips and she's out the door. The nobleman gives a half smile, a brown eyebrow arching in recognition. Of course , she wouldn't give him such a precious thing without first having it for herself.

Approaching her, Amadeo examined her, his intent gaze making her feel exposed. Secretly, she felt a lustful shiver run along the skin of her back. Stroking the right side of her neck tenderly, he used his thumb to make her look up at him. The space between their silhouettes quickly closed.

Looking up, Isabel reveled in the sight. Reddened lips, thin and parted, breathing slightly uneven, the half-span lids of oceanic eyes that had darkened with hunger. There was still powder, lipstick, and eyeliner on his thin face, but she was grateful to discover the expanse of ash-blond curls on the top of his head. They looked so soft, she could feel her fingertips tingle at the thought of sinking them into his locks.

— Undo your corset. — The request came in a voice even deeper than she remembered. Passing his thumb over her lower lip, he laid his eyes on her cleavage, sweeping the tip of his fingers through her collarbone. 

Stepping away from her, he watched, observing her every movement with his attentive scrutiny. She couldn’t help but blush at the attention. She did as she was told.

The cerulean taffeta that covered her silhouette slid down her form to the floor, with slender fingers she tried, - but not really -, to untie the knots that held her corset. With a practised embarrassment and bright eyes, she walked towards him, who observed her, reclining against the dresser next to the vanity.

— Forgive me, my lord, but could you help me? — Her question in such an innocent tone made him move without his usual impatience, his long pianist's fingers tracing invisible lines on the skin at the nape of her neck, satisfaction filling his chest at the sight of the shivers that his touches caused her.

Slipping his fingers into the tight laces of her corset, Fellamar could feel her every breath. Gasping , he noticed. With a practised flick of his wrist, he undid the knots, sliding his hands down the front of the garment, his fingers working deftly through the ribbons that criss-crossed her bosom, loosening them. Pressing their figures together, he felt her gasp for air as he freed her torso from the corset. Biting the inside of his cheek to stifle a grimace, he studied her figure intently through the reflection of the mirror in the dressing table where they stood. Her lips parted, her neck exposed, the low neckline of her white petticoats leaving little to the imagination. 

So beautiful, a sight he would commit to memory with pleasure.

Sliding the straps of her corset over her shoulders, he let it fall beside him onto the red carpeted floor. The flickering candlelight illuminated her figure so beautifully, the almost transparent fabric of her petticoats casting a shadow that showed off every lovely curve of her body. Isabell felt herself shiver at the feel of him so close. Their bodies, so close, that they moulded one another. His smoldering breaths raised goosebumps on the skin of her neck as he gently brushed her hair away from her shoulders, one firm hand worming its way into her hair, a fist closing in her locks, gently pulling her head toward his shoulder so that she exposed even more of the surface of her neck.

— What made you come to me? Such a precious jewel. — He whispered close to her ear, the deep baritone of his voice reverberating from his chest to every bone in her body. His warm lips ravishing a sweet spot just below her earlobe, the gesture an encouragement for her to confess to him.

A moan broke from her lips at the touch.

— Answer me. — He insisted, demanding, in his thick accent, his grip on her hair tightening slightly, yet not hurting.

— I- — She began, a breathless sigh silencing the words on her tongue as she felt his desire press into her hips. — I am not worthy of you, your lordship, I am not worthy… But I could not bear the thought of never having you for myself. — His condescending, humming reverberated against her back, a smile curving his lips that ever so lightly brushed the curve of her neck.

Burying his nose into her hair, he inhaled the scent trapped in her locks, jasmine mingling with the honeyed scent of almonds on her skin. He liked it, delicate, just like her. He felt his manhood grow harder.

His warm palm glided from her hair to the nape of her neck and then the softness of her back, with a slow movement of his index finger he untied a small bow that held the petticoats to her form. As he did so, the light fabric slipped, and instinctively, with feigned shyness, Isabell quickly covered herself. Holding her wrists in his hands, his thumbs over her pulse, he positioned her hands flat on the wood of the dressing table.

The young woman felt herself heat up as she looked at the way he held her wrists, patronisingly, preventing her from hiding from his scrutiny. His pale, delicate hands with long fingers making hers seem so small. She felt herself vibrate around nothing.

— Now, do not dare to hide yourself, darling. — His tone was a reprimand, having him hold her hands flat under his on the hard surface of the wood made her lean under his weight, bend over. She felt his shaft press further against the curve of her buttocks, a sigh escaping her lips.

— Such a beautiful thing… — Fellamar murmured more to himself than to the young woman, stepping back, admiring her in that position while he let his fingertips draw invisible patterns, slowly, on the skin of her back.

The nobleman saw the peaks of her breasts harden as she looked at him through the mirror, his tall silhouette being cut under the nose by the golden frame. He then found himself standing behind her, his hands sliding down her sides. Exposing her, he let himself admire her, her bare back and the beginning of her hips. Staring into the eyes of Isabell’s reflection, he finished unbuttoning his own shirt, the light white fabric swaying to the sides of his pale torso, the scarf previously tied around his throat untied hanging loose around the neck.

She looked down at his chest, pale, just the faintest traces of brown hair lying against the skin, the muscles subtly toned, tensing as his hands slid over her waist, fitting their hips together, he made her gasp.

Fellamar lightly ran a smooth hand over the soft flesh of her thigh, down over the fabric of the petticoat that still clung to her loosely, and slipped his fingers under the hem of her garment. At the same time, running his skillful fingers up the inside of her thighs. He could barely contain a smug smile as he touched her folds, honey slick and sensitive. 

He felt her shudder, a moan slipping from her lips. And he had barely touched her.

Isabell’s hot, raggedy breath against the cold surface of the mirror condensed, blurring their silhouettes.

— P-please, sir- — The young woman began, her voice soft with pleasure, but she was silenced when the lord's fingers trailed up her back like a shiver and wrapped around her neck, a light squeeze of his fingers on her warm skin.

— Be quiet, dear… — He whispered, his lips once again so close to her auricles that his tone made her clench around the room’s cold air.

Raising his predatory gaze to their reflections, he watched with delight as the young woman's chest rose and fell wildly. His long fingers curled around her neck, their grip tight enough that he could feel every tiny vibration his fingers elicited from her throat as they caressed her folds.

Feeling himself ache with lust, Fellamar let his pride shape his features, a gasp escaping his lips. Curving the corners of his mouth, still painted in a light crimson, he admired how his hand fitted so perfectly around Isabell's throat. A new necklace for his newest lover. So much more captivating than the ruby ​​choker that had caught his attention earlier that night.

Turning her face toward him with some effort, the young Miss Fernside begged him with her knowing doe eyes for more of his touch. Her half-span lids and intoxicated gaze focused on his lips tempted him, and he gave in. He leaned in, using the thumb of the hand that was around her neck to lift her chin. Amadeo finally let himself taste her, her plump lips so inviting. Taking her voraciously, he savoured the sherry she had taken as he slid his tongue over hers, provoking.

Teasing her entrance, he willingly swallowed the moans that escaped her. He smiled against her as he felt her tilt the curve of her buttocks against his manhood, a silent plea for him to take her.

Isabell gasped a strained, broken moan as he slid a finger inside her, his skilled hands touching her most sensitive parts, as if he already knew her. Another digit invaded her entrance, and she arched her back as he curled his fingers so perfectly into her folds. Her trembling thighs could barely hold her upright as the touch of his thumb pressed against her bud. It was her turn to swallow, gasping, the deep moans that echoed from the depths of his throat as he felt her walls vibrate around his fingers.

— Be a darling, now, and bend over for me. — He growled, his voice raspy and thick as his shaft throbbed with lascivious need.

Leaving his lips, she obeyed, remembering to bat her eyelashes innocently at him, her mind already half-clouded by his touch. Now Isabell understood why Lady Bellaston had been reluctant to let her go to him. A fool? Yes. But a skilled fool, nonetheless, only blinded by arrogance.

Fellamar's reflection jolted her from her stupor. His heavy breathing and the mess that had been made of his glossy hair made her head spin. Lips, parted and stained with crimson, spread kisses across her shoulders as he pressed a firm, flat hand between her shoulder blades, forcing her to lean over the vanity. Her face was mere inches from the surface of the cold mirror as she watched with hunger, his hand slid off her, lightly feeling his hardness beneath the thick fabric of his pants. Taking himself from his trousers, she saw him stroke himself with a shiver.

They both shared a moan as he pressed his length against her sweet folds, her essence spreading through him, dripping from her lips to her inner thighs. The heat of her core made him quiver, closing his eyes for a moment, allowing himself to enjoy her . Slowly, he moved his hips, grinding against her folds, eliciting moans from her throat. 

Oh, how heavenly were the sounds he drew from those rosy lips!

With both his hands, he held her hips against his, making her tremble so dearly. Isabell grabbed the edges of the vanity to support herself as he slid into her core, every thought suddenly erased from her mind, the feeling of him too overwhelming. His scent, his touch, his voice, the sounds he made as she clenched around him with the intrusion. The light burn of the stretch made her arch her back.

— So adorably tight… — The words dripped from his lips, barely audible.

The older man let one of the hands holding her hips run down her side, her belly, and up the valley of her breasts, wrapping firmly around her throat. The gesture brought their bodies closer together once more. Trailing kisses and nibbling on the young woman's skin, he felt her breath tremble as he made to move as she adjusted to him.

— Oh , Isabell… — Amadeo moaned, starting to move his hips, each thrust pressing her thighs against the edge of the vanity, the hard wood pressing against her swollen mount of Venus.

She shuddered against the dresser, the air being forced from her lungs with each slow thrust of his hips, their pleasure building. His hair, once hid under a respectful wig as to a nobleman, and heavily powdered, was now an untamed mane, coppery curls falling over his sweaty forehead. His chest pushed firmly against her back, his bare skin pressed to her naked back. Fellamar leaned on against her warm body, while his free hand dug his fingerprints into the skin of her half-dressed hips.

She was tight and slick, and he almost couldn't bear the delightful sounds that escaped her lips. Both could feel every inch of each other, guided by his movements, a broken moan escaped her throat, vibrating its way out against his fingers. Isabell turned one of her hands back, the urge to touch him stronger than the need for stability as he quickened his pace. She sank her fingers into his curls, the softness of his locks tightening her grip, she pulled him impossibly closer, biting back a smug smile when she felt him throb at the touch. 

The warm breath that escaped from his thin lips bathed her neck in goosebumps. The noises that forced their way up his throat made her drip with arousal. The lips, parted by his pleasure, trailed a tortuous path against the curve of her neck, raising every hair.

His firm grip around her throat made her quiver when his lips slid from her shoulders to the delicate skin of her temple. His head bent close to hers, and his half-closed lids almost hid the way he devoured the sight of her reflection. Her parted, gasping lips, and closed eyes so taken away by his touches, ecstasy in heavenly sight. The way the tip of his fingers reddened the skin of her neck, and how she so lustfully gripped his locks, sliding her fingers to the nape of his neck, nails scratching rosy paths on the pale skin.

Isabell could feel the heat of the knot in her belly stretch with each movement of his hips, the thrusts taking him deeper as she opened her legs a bit more. Cold wood growing warmer each time it hit the apex of her thighs, arousal bathing the surface with her flower’s nectar. 

The hand she used to prevent herself from bending over the dresser entirely carved the wood as he let go of her hips, pulling her back to him by the grip around her neck. With a cry, she felt him slid his fingers through her hips, and up, caressing her breast, kneading the soft flesh he urged to taste, teasing her peaks gently. The young woman called his name, breathless, feeling the first wave of the high approach, arching her back closer to his torso. 

Fellamar was able to take the opportunity to run his fingers over her mound of Venus. It made her clench around him, so sensitive, and a deep, strangled moan escaped him as his movements became erratic. She threw her hips against his, maintaining the stimulation, trying to match his rhythm. The most obscene sounds echoing through the walls of the room, their moans combined with the profane sound of where their bodies united.

— Isabell… — She heard him say, almost wordlessly, against her temple, closing his eyes, letting himself be overwhelmed by her. 

Indeed, a sight, the young Fernside thought to herself as it was her time to admire his pleasured features, each thrust hit that sweet spot inside her walls. His arm snaked tightly around her waist, over her belly, his long fingers lavishing their delicate touches on her pearl, making her thighs tremble.  

His moans began to rise against hers, a lascivious symphony. The way she pulsed and the way her walls embraced him made him shiver. Resting his sweaty, curl-covered forehead against her shoulder, Amadeo let his mouth fall open against her almond skin, muffing his moans as his peak hit him like a wave, flames licking every inch of his heated skin. He arched his back slightly, digging his nails into her skin, pressing his palm firmly against her bud, throwing her over the edge.

— Fuck… — The lord growled, deeply, under his breath, as he came. A broken moan escaped Isabell’s parted lips whilst she reached her apex, her walls clenching around him as he let himself paint the inside of her thighs. — Such a sweet, sweet girl… — The nobleman said, plating a chaste kiss on her shoulder.

She could hear her power over him in his broken, whispery voice.

Letting himself slide off her, Fellamar turned Isabell’s panting, still-shivering form in his arms. Gently stroking her delicate neck with both hands, he inspected the rouge marks his long fingers had left on the soft skin. Her once-pink lips were swollen and red from his kisses, and he let a proud smile curve the corners of his lips. 

Mine at last, he thought. Threading his fingers through her hair once more, he pulled her back with a certain aggressiveness into his ravenous mouth.

Subtly, the young woman let her hands slide over his chest, touching the soft, white skin, her heavy breaths tickling his face. Pushing him cautiously towards the four-poster bed, she fell in love with his lips while tangling the fingers of one hand in the golden brown curls that emerged from the nape of his neck. The other grabbed the scarf that hung carelessly on his shoulders.

A smile curved Marion's lips as she observed her protégé's cunning gesture.

From a hidden passage at the opposite end of the room, she watched them through a crack. Her distrust had been too strong to allow her to trust the girl entirely; her distrust and curiosity had led her to the hidden servants' corridor that connected the rooms. Before she could stop herself, the symphony of sighs attracted her.

She felt herself clench at the sight.

Fellamar’s focused expression, uniting his brows as he watched Isabell’s features of sanctified ecstasy melt.

Lady Bellaston watched as her ward carefully made Amadeo lay on the bed.

The lord lay down, his breathing ragged as he watched the young woman kneel over him on the bed. Her soft lips trailing kisses along the line of his jaw, down his neck and chest, sucking small rosy marks on the pale skin of his hips. Slipping her delicate, slender fingers under the fly of his trousers, the young Fernside slid them down his long legs, the sharp tips of her nails sending shivers down his skin.

Running her warm palms up his thighs, she trailed tiny bites down his body, the flat surface of her tongue always soothing the sting of her teeth.

Straddling his hips, she invited him to touch her, holding his hands in hers, she guided his knowing fingers to the curve of her breasts beneath her petticoats. Rising to hold her closer, Lord Fellamar sighed as he removed her garment, her utter nakedness appraised with the trace of his tongue across his lower lip.

Bringing her assets to his mouth, he sucked a mark above her breastbone, and she again appreciatively slid her fingers into the softness of his hair. Isabell threw her head back with a breathless sigh as he rolled the peak of her breast on his tongue.

A fool indeed, my lady, she could not help but think. So easily drawn by innocent eyes and a pair of breasts , she added to herself condescendingly, feeling him throb ever so lightly against her flower.

Running her hands down the sides of his thin face, Isabell lifted his face from her bosom and looked into his eyes. His greenish orbs were still as dark and ravenous as they had been the first time she’d looked at him when she’d walked through the door to his chambers. Good , she thought, this shall make things easier.

She looked so angelic against him, her hair that had been so impeccably styled now a dishevelled mess of strands, her cheeks, and lips now permanently stained red, either from the heat or from the paint in his lips. Her beautiful doe eyes were so dark they seemed capable to swallow him whole. 

Isabell took her time recording in her memory what he looked like, still in his senses. She particularly liked his stained lips and the eyeliner that traced his eyes so well.

— Could you lie down for me, my lord? — She asked in her sweet tone, a hint of innocence forged in the way she stared at his mouth with wide eyes. Her breath caressing him.

Arching an eyebrow and narrowing his incisive gaze, he did so. Giving him a peck on the lips, pulling his thin lower lip between her teeth for a single moment, she returned her caresses to the white expanse of his neck. 

He shuddered, his head falling back in ecstasy as she sank her pearly teeth into his throat, one sneaky hand coming down to caress his sensitive shaft, evoking a groan from his cupid’s bow. Before he realized her deeds, the pain from the bite still throbbing, distracting his clouded mind, he felt her lips roll over his member. A resonant moan cutting through his heavy breaths at the sensation.

The remnants of his last peak made him shiver at how sensitive he was, his body at the mercy of her tender touch. The almost unholy sight of the doe-eyed young woman's lovely lips wrapped around his shaft sent a hot shiver down his spine.

Isabell tasted his slick acidity, the weight of him against the soft surface of her tongue, while with gentle movements of her wrist she caressed the length of his shaft that she could not cover with her lips. Her movements drew hoarse moans and heavy sighs from the nobleman. She smiled around him, as her hips jerked toward his face, with her free hand she gripped his waist, pinning him against the emerald sheets.

Marion gasped, taking a half step closer to the gap through which she watched them. She watched as the young Fernside teased him, bringing him to the edge of his climax with her gentle touches.

Fellatio , Lady Bellaston concluded with a knowing smile of amusement, seemed to be her greatest skill . 

He arched his back with a broken cry as she pulled away from him, feeling him writhe against her lips so close to his climax, and gave her attention to the soft flesh of his abdomen. He breathed heavily as he looked up at her in outrage, as she so innocently caressed his skin, sending shivers down his spine that licked every inch of his body.

Climbing up to him, Isabell captured his lips with hers for what would not be the last time that night, letting him taste himself on her tongue. With a commanding movement, Fellamar grabbed one of her wrists that caressed the side of his face and guided her to where she needed him most. Pretending not to notice his silent plea, she pulled away from him, a firm hand giving way to the innocent touch of before as she held him in place by the neck.

A mischievous glint flickered in her orbs, the innocent young woman’s act finally undone. She ached as she felt each laboured breath against her palm. Raising his arms in mock surrender, he stared at her, her dark eyes a ravenous gleam in their irises, his hips moving slightly at the prospect of danger. With the hand that wasn’t holding him, she pulled the white scarf he wore from somewhere he couldn’t see at his side. Grasping both his wrists, she smirked, some sweetness still in her features as she took the long piece of fabric and tied it to the headboard.

She gently kissed the inside of his wrists and held them to the sides of his head, loosening her grip on his throat and sliding her palm against his sternum, keeping him lying still as she returned to her ministrations. He didn't understand what she had done, but his mind wasn't clear enough to even think about asking her motives.

His knuckles were pale with his grip on the sheets when he once again felt her warm mouth cover him. Tears of overstimulation ran from his half-closed eyes, taking with it the eyeliner and the remains of the powder on his face and into the curls that so beautifully formed a halo beneath his head. Digging furrows into her flushed cheeks, she made him visibly shiver, one firm hand gripping the wood of the bedstead, making it creak beneath his grip.

Fellamar produced the most beautiful sounds with every movement of her tongue twisting on the tip of his shaft. His sore throat contained the broken groans of despair that escaped him when she dug her nails into the flesh of his pale hips, his lips parted widely as he arched his back.

Rolling her lips over him, tasting his bitterness when she pressed the tip of her tongue on the small slit of his manhood, Isabell held him down. Amadeo’s tights were trembling whilst his hips tried to thrust himself deeper into her throat. The whining mess she made of him infiltrated his long fingers into her hair, keeping her exactly where he needed his apex tightening the knot in his abdomen.

Displeased by his attempts and with a devilish look she lifted her head, licking a stripe from base to tip, the cold air of the room causing him to whine, quickly and with some aggressiveness, she grabbed his wrists. 

Fellamar felt himself throb with the brutality of her gesture. She secured his wrists over his head straddling his lower body.

— What are you doing? — There was no anger, or outrage in his words, but a rather mischievous curiosity covering his hoarse, breathless tone.

— You'll soon find out, your lordship. — Was the quick, sassy response he received. 

Swallowing hard, he watched her take the ends of the scarf and tie the satiny fabric against the skin of his wrists. The muscles in his arms tensing with the position, and the tension in his broad shoulders from the pleasure denied.

Slapping his cheek lightly, she smiled condescendingly.

— Be a good young man and be patient. I promise to reward you, my lord. — With a nasal laugh of derision, she turned her attention back down and slid him into her mouth once again.

She had done that so many times by now, he no longer knew when he had first started to reach for his apex. Excruciating pain so entangled with pleasure that he could not tell when one ended and the other began. The tears that filled his greenish eyes spilled down his long eyelashes, his senses too overwhelmed by her.

Leaving him one last time, untouched to achieve his pleasure, Isabell heard a feminine sigh beneath Lord Fellamar's panting, smiling she already knew who it was. It seems her act was well played, the two greatest vipers of the court wrapped around her finger. Too drawn to their lust to notice the fox in their pasture, no precious lamb in sight. She wouldn't need to turn her face to know that the lady was watching them, hidden somewhere.

Sliding her delicate fingers across his pale chest, Isabell enjoyed the uneven rise and fall of his breaths and dragging two fingers past his panting, parted lips, she slipped them into his mouth. A moan vibrated against her fingers as he sucked passionately

A cheeky thought crossed her mind as she saw him so vulnerable beneath her. She had only done this a couple of times with Thomas, the stable boy on her family’s estate, and he had come apart so beautifully in her hands…

Why not give it a try?

Capturing his lips with hers, she placed her thigh between his legs, pushing his knees apart with her own. Sliding her wet fingers past his entrance, she was surprised by how he arched his back and gave her a wolfish smile as he realized her intentions. His half-lidded eyes held a look of depravity in their gleam as he allowed her to invade him, his head falling back against the pillows biting his lips to swallow a growl, exposing the bite mark she had left on his neck in the process.

Teasing his entrance, she delicately sought with her slender fingertips the spongy spot that made men weep. When he trembled, thrusting his hips upward with a groan, she knew she had found it, and knowingly she stimulated him, but never enough to send him over the edge.

— Isabell- fuck… — He began, his voice deep and husky from the abuse his moans had inflicted on his throat. 

“Language”, the woman mouthed, arching a well-shaped eyebrow she increased the pressure slightly, her other hand wrapping around the base of his manhood in a loose grip, careful to keep him there, a purring mess at her mercy.

— Please… — He tried again, using his remaining strength to try to free his hands from the knot, tensing his muscles in a way that pleased both ladies who watched. — P-Please Isabell, let me c- ah! — Failing, he gave up with a sigh, sobs of overstimulation breaking from his chest. 

— Oh. — She mocked, pressing her thumb firmly against the slit of his manhood, making him writhe in desperation, her touches were too much, yet not enough. — But you beg so beautifully, your lordship, I might just do that. — She whispered against the heated skin of his cheek, pleasure boiling under the surface.

— Do it, do it now. — The commanding tone slipped his lips, his natural impatience finally taking the best of him. Tilting her head condescendingly, he grabbed him by the cheeks, pressing her fingers into the soft skin until it hurt.

The young woman watched as regret slipped through his impatient eyes, brows united in fear that she would retreat, leaving him untouched, tied up, unable to get his release.

— Pardon me, my lord. But I don't believe I heard it right. — She paused, looking down at him, the pressure of her fingers against his cheeks making his jaw ache. — Say it again. — Asked Isabell, licking a strip in his lips, an encouragement, just like he gave her before.

— I need you . — Amadeo said, his accent thick with lust, a pinch of command in his request as she felt him flutter around her fingers.

Suddenly the look in her eyes softened, and a patronizing smile curved the corners of her lips.

— Since you asked so nicely. — The young Fernside said, a hoarse tone in her words. Kissing gently the tip of his sharp nose, and then his lips, she began stimulating him again. Her tongue appraising the sting of the bite she marked him with.

Moving her wrist and her fingers together, she feasted on him, swallowing his every moan, until he started twisting in her palm once more. Tired of teasing, and eager to appraise the ache in her core, she straddled his hips, pressing her palm in his shoulder as her fingers undid the knot that held his wrists. The reddened skin hot against hers when she slid over him, coating him with her arousal before comporting him in a warm embrace.

Each thrust of her hips against him brought more tears to his greenish eyes, Isabell had never seen such a beautiful sight. She circled her bud, seeing he couldn't take much more, and admired him one last time before he reached his peak inside her with a low growl. He arched his back almost completely off the sheets, his muscles too sore to be able to support their weight, an almost numb, feeling when her walls clenched around him.

Marion enters the room silently. She doesn’t dare to approach, her figure hidden by the folding screen when her eyes drink from their tired silhouettes.

His young pupil, having shown herself to be very devoted, confirmed the feeling that his ruse would work. She noticed Isabell's figure, pulling him up to her body, tangling her fingers in his hair, soothing him, a tangle of enamoured limbs amidst the sheets.

Seeing the weariness seeping into his muscles, Marion Bellaston decided to return to her chambers. Perhaps in the near future, she and Fellamar could share a bedroom again, with an extra pair of lips this time.

Out of the corner of her eye, young Isabell Fernside saw Lady Bellaston's figure slip away through the servants' passage, a smile curving her mouth one last time before weariness and Fellamar's arms carried her away.

It had worked, she reflected, the sweet subterfuge that was her lips.

[alldancersaretalented]

Some dancers competing at two or more nationals

(will be added on to once other schedules have been posted)

this list only includes dancers that are attending at the least one nationals without the majority of their studio/as individuals

4PM Dance

Sarahi Lopez-Prieto (Junior) - LV & Radix

CSPAS

Stella Brinkerhoff (Mini) - TDA LV & Radix

Tabitha Nan (Junior) - TDA LV & Radix

Violet Taylor (Junior) - TDA LV & NYCDA NYC

Brooklyn Ward (Junior) - TDA LV & Radix

Halle Hunt (Teen) - TDA LV & Radix

Club Dance Studio

Mikayla Isler (Mini) - TDA LV & Radix

Dance Deluxe

Vanessa Soto (Teen) - Radix & KAR LV

Dance Town

Belle Marie Arauz (Mini) - TDA LV & NYCDA PHX

Amanda Carpenter (Mini) - TDA LV & NYCDA PHX

Victoria Remon (Mini) - TDA LV & NYCDA PHX

Zachary Roy (Teen) - TDA LV & NYCDA PHX

Elite Dance Pro

River Segerman (Junior) - TDA LV & Radix

JBP Entertainment

Georgia Beth Peters (Teen) - TDA LV & Radix

K2 Studios

Jessica Sutton (Mini) - TDA LV & KAR Anaheim

Kynzli Reece (Mini) - TDA LV & KAR Anaheim

Neriah Karmann (Mini) - TDA LV & KAR Anaheim

Abby Viramontes (Mini) - TDA LV & KAR Anaheim

Michelle Latimer Dance Academy

Alivya Neeriemer (Junior) - TDA LV & Radix

Ellie Brunson (Teen) - TDA LV & Radix

N10

Sloane Adams (Teen) - TDA LV & NYCDA Phoenix

Nor Cal Dance Arts

Mika Takase (Junior) -TDA LV & Radix

Pave School of The Arts

Liv Matson (Mini) - TDA LV, Radix & Velocity

Addyson Paul (Junior) - Radix & KAR Anaheim

Tayah Klimuck (Junior) - TDA LV & Radix

Project 21

Aliya Yen (Mini) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix

Cece Chung (Mini) - TDA & NYCDA Phoenix

Olivia Armstrong (Junior) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix

Leilani Lawlor (Junior) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix

Kira Lieberman (Junior) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix

Brystyn Scifres (Junior) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix

Berkely Scifres (Junior) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix

Regan Gerena (Junior) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix

Sara Von Rotz (Junior) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix

Leighton Werner (Teen) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix

Lilly Barajas (Teen) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix

Brielle Lieberman (Teen) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix

Brooklyn Ladia (Teen) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix

Stella Eberts (Teen) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix

Gracyn French (Teen) - KAR LV, TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix

Sammi Chung (Senior) - TDA OR & NYCDA Phoenix

Stars Dance Studio

Ella Dobler (Junior) - TDA LV & Streetz

Summit Dance Shoppe

Audrey Dorsey (Junior) - Radix & Showbiz

Greta Wagner (Junior) - Radix & Showbiz

Aaliyah Dixon (Teen) - Radix & Showbiz

Leighton Curry (Teen) - Radix & Showbiz

The Academy at The Brea Space

Francesca Jen (Junior) - TDA LV & Radix

Kinsley Oykhman (Teen) - TDA LV & Radix

Allison Shin (Teen) - TDA LV & Radix

The Company Space

Piper Perusse (Junior) - TDA LV & Radix

The Rock Center For Dance

Melina Biltz (Mini) - TDA LV & Radix

Lily Whiddon (Mini) - TDA LV & Radix

Lola Farias (Junior) - TDA LV & Radix

Rissa Laguana (Junior) - TDA LV & Radix

Alexis Mayer (Teen) - TDA LV & Radix

Sophia Rudy (Teen) - TDA LV & Radix

The Vision Dance Alliance

Kennedy Anderson (Junior) - LV & Radix

Emily Polis (Junior) - TDA LV & Radix

Caitlyn Polis (Teen) - TDA LV & Radix

Studio 702

Aliyah Hunt (Mini) - Starpower LV & Velocity

Eden Hawkins (Junior) - Starpower LV & Velocity

Peyton Nowacki (Teen) - Starpower LV & Velocity

Athena Pacheco (Teen) - Starpower LV & Velocity

Studio X

Mila Renae (Mini) - Radix & Velocity

Brielle Arias (Mini) - Radix & Velocity

Kate Matthews (Junior) - Radix & Velocity

Aliyah Almiranez (Junior) - Radix & Velocity

Aurora Andreski (Junior) - TDA LV & Velocity

Yoko's Dance & Performing Arts Academy

Isabel Dela Cruz (Teen) - TDA LV & KAR Anaheim

[ambiguouslady42]

Remember Summer Days: Chapter 4 - Talking, Only Me and You

Chapter 3

AO3 Link

Thank you, thank you to those who read. My little passion project is moving along, and new ideas are flourishing. There's a fork in the road for which direction to take.

Word Count: 3K

Thanks @actuallysaiyan, for talking me through some aspects of this. Special shout out to @pixelcafe-network.

Pairings: Satoru Gojo x OC (Female Lead)

Notes: This entire story will be fluff, no smut. Of course, you'll have your suggestive dialogue from Gojo, but in the "that's what she said" kind of way.

July 2007

[Satoru]: Yo Izzy. What’s up?

She’s glad that she did not have to initiate this conversation.

[Izzy]: Not much. Finished up homework, just listening to music.

[Satoru]: Do you just listen to Interpol or is there anything else that you like?

[Izzy]: Earlier, I was listening to the Postal Service. Now, I’m listening to a song that just came out recently. 

[Satoru]: Oh? What’s it called?

[Izzy]: Young Folks by Peter, Bjorn, and John. It’s really catchy.

[Satoru]: I’d need to hear it. 

[Izzy]: I could help with that. 

There was suddenly an incoming call from Satoru’s end, he picked up. 

“Okay, ready to listen to it. I could just put my phone near the stereo speaker.”

The whistling can be heard and it’s immediately catchy. Isabel sits next to the stereo and allows Satoru to listen to the song all the way through.

“I can see why the song is super catchy. The whistling is pretty cool. Let me see if can do it.” Satoru isn’t a terrible whistler, but it impresses Isabel. 

“Alright let me try”. Isabel attempts to whistle and can get the intro to the song before running out of air. 

“Ha! You could barely do it”

“Oh shut up! I made an effort!”

“A terrible effort!”

“Pssh, whatever then! I can just hang up right now then.”

“No wait! Don’t be like that!”

“Dude, you have your friends to entertain!”

“Not really, we all went to the beach today, and now we’re just kind of enjoying our space for the moment.”

“Oh? Which beach?”

“We decided to go to Malibu today.”

“Did you take the scenic route?”

“Oh absolutely. Too bad our car isn’t a convertible.”

“Poor little rich boy.”

“Hey!”

“It’s true. You have a driver and you’re complaining that the car isn’t a convertible. Not many people have that luxury, dude.”

“Is dude a common word spoken here?” “Oh, yeah, it is. Sorry, I call everyone that. It’s how we express ourselves here a lot. Where are you from by the way?”

“We’re from Japan. Tokyo to be exact.”

“You’re so cool. I’d like to go someday. I blame my love for Sailor Moon for that, plus other anime.”

“Oh yeah, what else have you seen?”

“You know, the usual, Pokémon, Digimon, Cardcaptor Sakura, stuff like that.”

“Wait, you watched Digimon?” asked Satoru.

“Oh totally! I was obsessed with it as a kid! Why?” Isabel responds.

“I love Digimon too!”

“Oh cool. Did you have a favourite?” asked Isabel.

“Wargreymon was pretty cool. Though, I don’t think SkullGreymon gets a lot of credit.”

“Dude, Skullgreymon was kind of dark.”

“I know, but you gotta admit that he looked very cool?”

“I doubt that Tai felt that way, watching his best friend not recognize him.”

“Aww, we’re getting sappy here?” Satoru responds playfully. 

“Hey, the show was all about the power of friendship to conquer evil!” 

“You’re such a dork, Izzy.”

“You’re a bigger dork for knowing about Digimon, and knowing Augumon’s Digivolutions.”

“Touché. I’m not ashamed of liking Digimon.”

“I never asked, how old are you, Satoru?”

“17. What about you? Are you 12?”

She giggles. “That would be creepy, and no, I’m 16. You're pretty tall for a 17-year-old. Bet you could touch the sky.”

“Maybe I should try at some point.”

There was comfortable silence on both lines. Despite this, Isabel was smiling. Satoru also was smiling. 

“Are you bored?” asked Isabel.

“I’m not. Am I boring you?” 

“I doubt you could ever be a bore.” 

“Oh absolutely. I’m the life of the party.”

“You’re probably already having a party.”

“I’m not!”

“There’s a quote. One is a company, two is a crowd, and three is a party. With your friends there, it mine as well be a party.”

“Are you suggesting we throw a party right now?”

“I mean, no one is stopping you. You have a whole house to yourself and no adults. God knows what else you could get away with.”

“That sounds pretty tempting. We have a pool.”

“Well, there you go! You could throw a bitching party.”

“I’ll have to let them know.”

She seems a lot more outgoing. I wonder where this comfort is coming from.

“Hey, not to be a party pooper, I could keep talking to you forever…but I got to go to sleep soon. I still have school tomorrow.”

“I could keep you up all night.”

“Oh gross, dude.”

“Just saying, Izzy.”

“No thanks. I want to sleep. Good night!”

“Good night, Izzy. See you Friday.”

Isabel had to make an effort to be on time on Friday night. She knew that it would take a while to get there by bus. The La Brea Tar Pits can be considered unromantic to some. The smell of burning rubber lingers in the area; most people either tolerate or hate the smell. Isabel tolerates it, but only because it’s historical. The fact that prehistoric matter still lingers beneath the tar makes her wonder what defined LA before the skyscrapers and highrises. 

She was waiting by a bench inside. No sign of Satoru, but the sun was still shining brightly. She had the knowledge to get her what she wanted played into her ears. Isabel was focusing on this lyric. She didn’t know what she was going to say to Satoru about during this outing. 

Was there a layer that she was hiding within? She knew in her heart that she was instantly attracted to him, but she didn’t want to make it obvious. Does he see through her?

“Yo! Izzy!” Satoru makes himself known from the distance where Isabel is sitting. Whatever doubt that she may feel in this moment, she needs to stow it away and protect it. He doesn’t need to know what she’s feeling at this moment. “You good?” asked Satoru. “Oh yeah, totally. Just kind of lost in thought. Let’s walk around!” she immediately gets up and motions for Satoru to follow her.

When you enter the La Brea Tar Pits, you get a sense that this area must be fake. Upon further inspection, you can see the tar still rumbling beneath the earth. The area where Isabel was escorting Satoru was known as the Lake Pit. There is a family of mammoths; a mother, a baby, and the father. Unfortunately, one of the adult mammoths is portrayed as sinking into the tar, while the the baby and the parent are in distress.

“Wow, Izzy, you sure know how to make a guy go head over heels.” 

Isabel felt her face getting red. “Oh shut up. I’m not trying to make you head over heels.”

“I’ll have you know that I have a roster of girls back home.”

“Eww, save your stories for another day, Casanova.”

“Hey, you said it, not me.”

Satoru notices that there’s a smile appearing on Isabel’s face. 

Is there something that she likes?

“Who or what has you smiling like that?”

Isabel remains silent, and they pause at the bridge in the middle of the Lake Pit. 

“So contrary to belief, the smell and the bubbles here are due to an oil field underneath here. These only were excavated maybe under a hundred years ago. I think they’ve only been able to find a few fossils from the pits that were manmade with time. I can’t imagine when they’ll be able to find more.”

Isabel realized that she was talking very excitedly and felt her face getting hot once again. Satoru witnessed her turning red like a tomato. 

“Aww no, don’t stop. It’s kind of cute to see you like this,” he said. 

This only caused her to further shy away from him. She wanted to create a bigger chasm between her and Satoru. She turned around and proceeded to walk away. She began to walk faster and then began to run. She felt silly, but she didn’t know how to confront these feelings that she was feeling. 

“Hey, wait up, where are you going?!” 

Isabel stood at 5’3’; Meanwhile, Satoru stood at 6’3. There was no way that she would be able to outrun him. Satoru was able to reach Isabel within seconds. He slowly grabbed her left arm, “Ha! You can’t outrun me. You’re so tiny.” he smirked. 

“Don’t say shit like that. It makes me feel weird. Also, please let go of my arm.”

“It was cute. Also, do you kiss your mother with that mouth? ” Satoru releases the grip he has on her. l

“Cute is not a word defined towards me. And yes, I kiss my mom with this mouth, but she hates it. Ugh! Let’s go, we’re going to a museum. We can access through the park.”

“Aww, we get to live your little fantasy now like in Ferris Bueller?”

“No, fool. I’m just showing you around. It’s free tonight anyways.”

Why is she blushing so much? 

Walking side by side, they made it to the museum entrance. Isabel began to walk with her arms crossed. Satoru walked along with his hands in his pockets. The body language here would indicate that neither person wants to be touched. However, for Satoru, it would just help him with keeping his hands to himself. Boundaries are a challenge for him, but for her, he would do his best to not touch her. 

They walked up and down the stairs into different buildings observing different collections. Isabel walked around excitedly and pointed to each piece. There was a Roy Lichstein painting that stood out. It was known as “Cold Shoulder”. A woman has her back facing the viewer. There’s a bubble that just says “Hello…”. 

Isabel feels that she could be the woman in this painting. She ponders if she is giving Satoru the cold shoulder. She is eager for a connection with him and hopes that it’s there. He wonders if Isabel is purposely trying to keep him at arm’s distance. Why would she? She’s the one that asked him to hang out. Her smiles and blushing cheeks indicate something different, but she’s communicating in a way that says “Don’t get too close”. 

“I like his work because it looks like it belongs in a book, but instead it exists as a painting,” she says. Isabel walks away and he soon follows. Satoru looks at the time. It’s nearly 8 pm. “Hey, are you feeling hungry? Do you know a place that could be worth checking out?”

“Oh there’s this great Brazilian place, but it’s a bit of a walk from here.” 

“We could walk or take the car”. 

“Whatever you want, dude. I think you get to enjoy the sights more if you walk.” 

“Walking it is. Lead the way.” 

After the 20-minute walk to the Farmer’s Market, they went to a Churrascaria. This specific spot had different cuts of meat and the cost is how much you get on your plate. 

“Lead the way” Satoru mentioned. 

Isabel led him towards a line. The line was a little long and it was going around the door. “It’s quite busy sometimes, but the line will go fast. Alright, so here’s the rundown. You just get a plate, get whatever you want on it. At the end, you’ll choose your different cuts of meat. Any questions?”

“Yeah, what do you often get?”

“Oh! My fav is the cheese bread, I could eat it all day! I often get a little bowl of black beans, it’s a big vice for me. Maybe some potatoes? But, I’ll often get the sirloin and the lamb afterwards.” Satoru observed that she had a big smile in explaining things and was really bubbly about it. 

“Is this one your favourite place to come to?”

“Oh yeah, pretty much. I come here pretty often with my parents and my friend invited me out here at some point.”

Upon the pair grabbing their plates, Isabel was under the impression that she would pay for her own, but just as she was about to take her wallet, Satoru interjected, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“No no, it’s my treat.”

“Why? I can pay for my meal.”

“Come on, Izzy, I got this. Let me take care of this.”

“Fine! Can I at least get dessert after? I have a sweet tooth.” 

“Dessert?! Pssh, yeah! You know I love sweets”

“What the fuck? Is this a date? I thought we were just friends? Right?” thought Isabel. 

“What do you think of the food?” Isabel asks.

“Oh, it’s pretty good! I can see why you love the cheese bread! It’s awesome!”

“I told you! It’s honestly one of my favourite things here. I figured after we finish eating, we could walk around and head to the outdoor mall nearby.”

“Wow, Izzy, you have everything figured out.”

“I don’t mean to, I just figured you have stuff to do.”

“Nah, I’m hanging out with you. Plus, Suguru and Shoko went to hang out on the Sunset Strip.”

“I don’t think there’s a lot of stuff for kids our age to do there, but maybe. What do I know? I’m telling you, you can throw a pretty bitching party at your rental home.” 

“You’re just full of bad ideas aren’t you?” 

“I’m not telling you to do it, merely just suggesting.”

I hope he’s having fun. I wouldn’t want to bore him at all. He probably would’ve been bored by now. He would tell me, right?

“What would you suggest for dessert?”

“I suggest donuts or ice cream. What are you feeling like having?”

“I think you should choose, Izzy. You’re pretty spot on with your suggestions”.

“Donuts! They’ve been here since before the 1950’s. Plus, I love their plain donut.”

“You like them plain?!”

“Yeah, it’s the best donut there is!”

“You’re crazy.”

“Maybe I am.”

As night fell, their dinner was over, and they walked over to the donut stand. Isabel ordered her plain donut, and he ordered a dozen donuts. “Are you planning on sharing those?” Isabel asked. “I don’t share.” retorted Satoru.

“Jeez, you have quite the appetite,” Isabel mentioned.

“I wasn’t kidding about the sweet tooth, plus I have a pretty high metabolism.” 

“Just as long you don’t get a tummy ache later. Wouldn’t want that for you.” 

“Well aren’t you a thoughtful one?” smirked Satoru.

“Don’t want that to ruin your night, that’s all” she muttered.

“What was that?” 

“Nothing! Here, let me show you around.” 

Upon walking there’s a trolley that goes around the mall. The thing that stands out the most is the water fountain display. It synchronizes with the music that plays throughout the area. The music played is often jazz artists like Ella Fitzgerald, Louie Armstrong, Miles Davis, etc. There was a bench nearby where the duo decided to sit and enjoy their dessert.

“So what do you think about today?”

“Honestly, this has been pretty fun. Got to see a whole other part of this city that I didn’t think was possible.”

“I haven’t shown you everything, but it would be near impossible to show you every single part. This place is massive”

“I guess we’ll just have to do the best that we can. Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, shoot.”

“Are you typically this outgoing?”

“No. I’m very shy and afraid of letting others get near me. However, when I begin to feel comfortable, some would say I become little Ms. Chatterbox. I was voted that at camp last year.”

“I see. Izzy, you know a lot about a lot of things and I don’t think you should diminish your light for anyone, including yourself.”

She felt tears forming. A tear was shed from her left eye. “Oh? That’s not supposed to happen.”

“Oh? Did I say something wrong? If I did, I’m really sorry!”

“No! I just think it’s not something I’m used to hearing. That’s all, you’re cool, dude.”

A calm wind swept by. Hair flowing and a quiet followed. 

“I just realized you’re still wearing your sunglasses at night. Do you ever plan to take them off?”

“I could, do you want me to? “Only if you want…Toru.”

He takes off his glasses. She sees his blue eyes. They’re beautiful to look at, just like he is. A blush appears again on her face. His ears are slightly pink as well. 

“Your eyes are beautiful…I had a lot of fun today.” a warmth continues to rush through her. Butterflies are fluttering in the stomach. 

“Same, Izzy. Do you want to go home?”

“Yeah, thanks for offering me a lift. I suggest the scenic route.” 

As the pair get in the car, Isabel indicates the address where she lives. She mentions driving along Beverly Blvd. 

“Oh yeah, I know this neighbourhood. I used to live around there!” the driver mentions.

“Oh cool! Do you live nearby?”

“Near Vermont, not too far from here.” the driver responds.

As they make their way back home, Isabel begins drifting in and out of sleep. School plus an entire outing would exhaust anyone. Satoru turns to look; he notices that Isabel has fallen asleep. Upon seeing this, he also sees a structure in one of the hills. “Hey, what’s that building there? On those hills?” Satoru asks the driver.

“Oh, that’s the Griffith Observatory. It just reopened a while back to the general public. It was just remodelled. Pretty great place to get a view of the city. You should check it out.”

“I’ll make an effort to check it out. Maybe bring her along.” Satoru points to a sleeping Isabel. 

“Sounds like a plan.” 

Arriving at her house, Satoru gently nudges Isabel awake. “Wha? What happened?”

“You’re home, Izzy.”

“Oh, I’m sorry for falling asleep.”

Satoru opens the door for Isabel to step in. As promised, he walks her to the doorstep. 

I want to hug him, but I really shouldn’t…

“Thanks for a fun day…Toru”. She glances at Satoru and smiles at him. 

We’re not here for long, so be careful…

“See you around.” he smiles back. 

[siblingshowdown]

Sibling Showdown!!!

This showdown consists of 64 sibling sets facing off against each other, as well as a few one-off polls of sets who didn’t make the actual bracket but who I wanted to include in some capacity.  Polls will last a week.  Round One of section A will go live on April 16, with section B going live the day after, section C the day after that, and section D the day after that.

Propaganda is allowed!  I just ask that it be kept positive.  Argue for your faves instead of against someone else’s.  Every sibling set who made it in the showdown is there because someone wanted them to be, so keep it kind.

Will the winners be the siblings that love each other the most?  That are most capable of killing other sibling groups with their bare hands?  That have the most sibling swag?  It’s up to you to decide!  You get to choose the manner and parameters you judge each sibling set for.

Section A:

Edward and Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs. Seiko and Ryuunosuke Tanaka (Haikyuu!!)

Wirt and Greg (Over the Garden Wall) vs.  Han Yoojin and Han Yoohyun (The S-Classes That I Raised)

Shigeo and Ritsu Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100) vs.  Ruby Rose and Yang Xiao Long (RWBY)

Sans and Papyrus (Undertale) vs. Tanjiro and Nezuko Kamado (Demon Slayer)

Jiang Yanli, Wei Wuxian, and Jiang Cheng (Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed) vs. Hikaru and Kaoru (Ouran High School Host Club)

Vi and Jinx (Arcane) vs. Temari, Kankuro, and Gaara (Naruto)

Sokka and Katara (Avatar: the Last Airbender) vs. Maya and Mia Fey (Ace Attorney)

Vash the Stampede and Millions Knives (Trigun) vs.  Lucas and Claus (Mother 3)

Section B:

Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, and Michelangelo Hamato (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) vs. Violet, Dash, and Jack-Jack Parr (The Incredibles)

Yakko, Wakko, and Dot Warner (The Animaniacs) vs. Jazz and Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

Huey, Dewey, and Louie (Ducktales) vs. Sitka, Denahi, and Kenai (Brother Bear)

Dion, Frazie, Razputin, Mirtala, and Queepie Aquato (Psychonauts) vs. Skipper, Rico, Kowalski, and Private (Madagascar)

Eda and Lilith Clawthorne (The Owl House) vs. Snap, Crackle, and Pop (Rice Krispies)

Bonnie and Clemont (Pokemon X and Y) vs. Annika and Brietta (Barbie: Magic of Pegasus)

Candace, Phineas, and Ferb (Phineas and Ferb) vs. Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup (Powerpuff Girls)

Nani and Lilo Pelekai (Lilo and Stitch) vs. Kai and Nya (Lego Ninjago)

Section C:

Maddie and Buck Buckley (911) vs. Steven, Shirley, Theo, Luke, and Nell Crain (The Haunting of HIll House)

David and Alexis Rose (Schitt’s Creek) vs. Dennis and Dee Reynolds (It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia)

Jonathan Byers, Will Byers, and El Hopper (Stranger Things) vs.  Prue, Piper, and Phoebe (Charmed)

Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus, Five, Ben, Viktor Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy tv) vs. Mary, Billy, Freddy, Pedro, Eugene, and Darla (Shazam! movies)

Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain-Wayne, and Duke Thomas (DC comics) vs. Simon and River Tam (Firefly)

Elliot and Darlene Alderson (Mr. Robot) vs. Kara and Alex Danvers (Supergirl TV)

Connor, Kendall, Siobhan, and Roman Roy (Succession) vs. Sharpay and Ryan Evans (High School Musical)

Thor and Loki (Marvel Cinematic Universe) vs. Sarah and Felix (Orphan Black)

Section D:

Maedhros, Maglor, Celegorm, Caranthir, Curufin, Amrod, and Amras (The Silmarillion) vs. Antigone, Polynices, Eteocles, and Ismene (Greek Mythology/Sophocles’s Theban plays)

Coronabeth and Ianthe Tridentarius (The Locked Tomb) vs. Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy Pevensie (The Chronicles of Narnia)

Nico and Bianca Di Angelo (Percy Jackson and the Olympians) vs. Declan, Ronan, and Matthew Lynch (The Raven Cycle/The Dreamer Trilogy)

Alec, Isabelle, Max Lightwood, and Jace Herondale-Lightwood (Shadowhunters) vs. Lark and Sparrow Oak (Dungeons and Daddies)

Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire (A Series of Unfortunate Events) vs. Linus and Lucy Van Pelt (Peanuts)

Boromir and Faramir (The Lord of the Rings) vs. Bellamy and Octavia Blake (The 100)

Katniss and Primrose Everdeen (The Hunger Games) vs. Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy March (Little Women)

Kiryu Kazuma and Nishikiyama Akira (Yakuza) vs. Cain and Abel (the Torah/the Bible)

[tayas-words]

Just like you

Remus Lupin x OC

So I don’t wanna leave my marauders/harry Potter fans waiting too long so I’m gonna be posting some stories I wrote years ago and published on Wattpad, they aren’t proof read or anything and I was like 12 when I wrote them and I’m 18 now so it’s been awhile

    *Emilie's point of view*

"Alright Students, don't forget to do you're homework" Professor McGonagall reminded everyone just as the bell rang.

Since it was Friday afternoon everyone had the rest of the day off, So I headed down to the hospital wing to help Madam Pomfrey like I do every Friday afternoon ( and whenever I'm free of course ).

I open the door to the Hospital wing while putting my long midnight blue hair into a high ponytail.

"Morning, Madam Pomfrey." I said cheerfully as I entered the room.

"Good morning, Miss Emilie." Madam Pomfrey replied with a smile as she looked up from the patient she was currently tending too.

I started my rounds, such as changing Isabelle's bandages, getting Jackson's painkillers, bringing them food, ect .Everything was calm, until four familiar boys burst into the Hospital wing looking rather injured, Madam Pomfrey and I rushed over to them.

As I was tending to Sirius Black the schools play-boy, who pretty funny and nice once you get to know him along with James Potter and Peter Pettigrew who were both very nice, Peter was very shy but pretty sweet once you got to know him, James was very nice but can also be very arrangent, he also has a very big and obvious crush on my best friend Lily Evans.

James and Peter were waiting for Sirius. Once I was done treating to Sirius to Sirius who was jokingly flirting with me whilst in the pain of me cleaning his wounds, when I was done I rushed over to Madam Pomfrey to see if I can help her with Remus who I just so happen to have a not so little crush on. Madam Pomfrey left me to tend to Remus's deep cuts,gashes and bruises without telling me what had happened to him and how to treat him.

'How in the name of Godrick Gryffindor am I suppose to treat him when I don't even know what happened!!' I thought to myself mentally.

I walk over to the three marauders who were missing the smart one of the group aka Remus John Lupin.

I ask them what happened to him and they just gave me extremely dumb answers.

"We told you Emilie, he fell out of window and we all got cut from the glass!!!" Sirius yelled at me.

"He's not that stupid Sirius!!" I yelled back.

"I need to know what happened so I can treat him properly!! Madam Pomfrey told me to look after Remus, so tell me what happened or those nasty cuts on Remus's body will get badly infected!!" I yelled before any of them could reply.

                 *after 10 minutes of yelling*

"What is going on here, there's a Patient who needs to be looked at Miss Emilie." Madam Pomfrey said as Sirius and I stopped yelling.

"It's nothing Madam, I’m sorry, I can handle it, I just need to know what happened to Remus so I can treat him properly." I said calmly.

Madam Pomfrey sighs, she looks behind me at the three boys, I turn to look at them and they were looking at her silently begging her not to say, but she ignored it and pulled me into another room to tell me.

"...Mr.Lupin...is a werewolf,he was bitten when he was a young boy, and the only ones who know are his parents, his professor, and Mr.Black, Mr.Potter,and Mr,Pettigrew." Madam Pomfrey said.

I nodded and walked out of the room, to get the things I would need to treat Remus,Madam Pomfrey went to tell the boys I now knew what he was and not to worry saying that I wouldn't tell anyone.

"Hi Remus,sorry for the long wait I didn't know how to treat you , but Madam Pomfrey told m-" I was cut off by Remus's Horrified stare

"P-please don'-" I cut him off saying I wouldn't tell anyone.

"W-Why, normally if anyone finds out how much of a monster I am they would run away yelling, screaming and/or telling everyone" Remus said stuttering.

"Because I'm like you Remus." I whispered, smiling at him.

[junk-thrillz]

cody x ed (looks around rapidly...who said that...i didnt say that...) they both are chasing after other people (their approval, their trust, for their protection [[if not for their protection, their trust, if not always their trust, for their protection]]- isabel and jeff) only to find themselves and one another accidentally and incidentally. Ft. ed poorly drawing out spirits for cody to see. ft have they even interacted in canon dont dont ask me that . watching lightning bugs at night. missing and transformed moms. one who is never truly family, and finds freedom without purpose, one who is stuck with family and looses free will. the true perks/punishment of a small town is that one random guy in your middle school class suddenly becoming the guy you always knew in highschool. color palletes that look cool together. Bye

No no come back, I want to hear more-

AND YOU KNOW WHAT!! It doesn't mattered that they've barely interacted in canon!! The world is our oyster!! They're canonically friends!! I think that's part of why they're so appealing to me as a pair. Like, what's their story? How did they become friends? How do they talk to each other? What do they talk about? It feels right to see them next to each other, or even just in the same scene, but there's so little canon material about them to go off of that I wonder why I get that feeling about them. There's so much left unanswered about their dynamic and I WANT TO KNOW!! I want them to have a moment alone together!!

I think it's easy to forget, sometimes, that Ed has an entire friend group separate from the Activity Club, a group with people who they actually have a lot of chemistry with. Because we have very few scenes in comic where we actually get to see that group in action. But they are!! They are friends!! And I want to see Cody and Ed hang out even if it isn't in a romantic context!! (But also it being in a romantic context would be cool too-)

I already shipped them on account of my belief that their entire friend group has something gay going on, but your ask is making me realize how perfect they are as a thematic pair. I can't help but latch onto the comment you made about their families... how neither Cody nor Ed have probably never been to the other's house, because their situations are both less-than-ideal in wildly different ways. The way Cody and Ed have the potential to understand in each other in a unique way, but also have the potential to miss each other like two ships passing in the night.

I've actually written Cody x Ed fic before. Just for you (and everyone else who ends up seeing this post), I'll post it under a Read More. It was written mere months before the reveal that Cody's heart isn't in his chest, so it's been thoroughly decanonized... but that also makes it funnier to look back on. We really had no idea huh? Anyway, here's some short Cody x Ed.

Cody’s heart beat slower than the others’. Ed knew why. Ed knew why, but they weren’t sure they liked the reason. There was always that fear, that someone like the Cousinhood would come to take Cody away. That Cody’s dad, an example of what a spectral could become, represented what Ed could become. That someday, maybe the Cousinhood would take everyone away. 

Ed sighed, adjusting their legs so that they wouldn’t fall asleep. Strewn out half on top of, half beside Cody, head resting against his chest so that they could hear his slow, rhythmic pulse, Ed had never felt so peaceful and so nervous at the same time.

Cody opened his eyes for a moment, to peer at Ed with stupidly blue eyes. “That can’t be comfortable, with your glasses on like that.”

Ed hummed. Cody was right. It wasn’t. But Ed was in a sort of trance; they didn’t want to stop listening to Cody’s heartbeat. They didn’t want it to peter out, while they weren’t paying attention. It was just too slow.

One of these days, Ed would ask Cody to listen out for their heartbeat, too.

[ummm-okay]

ISABELLE SHARP EDITS

the albatross by okay_ig on wattpad

(isabelle sharp x leopold fitz)

peter

the albatross