#mr snake moodboard

[etherealkins]

dr. henry jekyll (the strange case of dr. jekyll and mr. hyde) with themes of chemistry and good / evil.

requested by: 🧪🎩 anon | made by: crowley

[pup-xan-xan]

The Bad Guys (2023) Moodboard - Mr. Snake

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[dvinaamesca]

*Speaks in parseltongue* I wonder what’s underneath that skirt of yours.

[onceupona-crossover]

a moodboard edit of Mr. Snake (The Bad Guys) x George (Sahara)? And for themes have it light green and yellow orange with lgbt themed.

Requested by:anon

- Mod rapunzel

[kyanmapng]

the wayhaven chronicles: bobby marks

He's always had a lazy attractiveness about him.

[pyrearchitect]

mr davidson moodboard ! with indian egg eating snakes and southern vine snakes!

gift for @andykilgore !!

all images from google.

[three--eyed--cat]

!! anthony goldstein, moodboard !!

ANTHONY GOLDSTEIN

He's an aspiring photographer, having taken up the hobby after a trip to Australia, where he found himself wanting to capture the beauty of the moment, like when he saw a specifically beautiful snake and used his dads disposable camera to snap a picture. Ever since then, he's loved to take photos, preferably muggle ones because he thinks the magical pictures move too much. His favorite thing to take pictures of is his girlfriend, the Hufflepuff prefect, Hannah Abott, or in his words, his muse. The two are hopeless romantics, Anthony can usually be seen waiting outside of whatever classes she has, holding a bouqet of flowers, white baby breaths to be specific. Even when he's supposed to be doing his prefect duties, he opts to sneak her away into a broom closet, snogging until they're both caught by Mrs norris and have to run away before Filch comes.

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Moodboard by @softhecreator

Mr. Chalamet

chapter seven: i’m in love with you, stupid

AO3 info one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

Happens so fast, I can’t hold back; I’m addicted, we both know that. It feels like it’s dangerous and I wanna chase it, ‘cause just one look at you, and I’m wasted.- Demi Lavato, Wasted

“No.”

“Please, baby.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Pretty pretty please?”

“No, Tim.”

“But you’ll look so hot as her, though!” her boyfriend insisted, pointing frantically at a picture on his phone of a redheaded woman in a revealing green outfit with leaf detailing. “And you can make it yourself, you’re so good at that!”

She fixed him with a look from her place on the loveseat in their bedroom in the house he'd given her. “Flattery will not convince me to dress up as a comic book character named after a plant that gives you a rash, no matter how into her weird leaf costume you apparently are.”

“I grew up watching Poison Ivy be all sexy, though!” he practically whined. He paused, and then immediately switched to bribery. “I’ll get you anything you want.”

“You already do that,” she pointed out.

“A wardrobe custom made by your favorite designers.”

“You promised me that already.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, thinking. “I’ll pay your tuition.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You mean the thing my mom takes pride in paying for?”

Tim frowned. “Okay, uh…” Then, an idea seemed to occur to him. “Oh! Have you ever heard of Turks and Caicos?”

She pursed her lips. “No.”

“They’re these tropical islands, a few hundred miles off the coast of Florida.”

“So… the Bahamas?” she drawled, unimpressed.

He shook his head. “No, it’s more… exclusive than that. We’ll have more privacy.”

She hummed, considering this.

At her lack of refusal, he snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her in close. “Okay, look, just— just picture it, okay? Your birthday, an all-inclusive resort villa, just the two of us…” He paused, brushing his lips over her jaw. “Doing whatever we want, no one to bother us or stop or stop us from waking up in each other’s arms, no one to hide from.” He kissed her neck. “Just you and me, holding hands wherever we want, kissing wherever we want, fucking wherever we want.”

She sighed contentedly, leaning into him.

“Wouldn’t that be nice, sweetheart?” Another kiss to her neck. “Our own private beach all to ourselves.”

“We’d have to go shopping separately,” she pouted.

“No,” he assured her. “I’ll have the store cleared out, you can get whatever you want, and I’ll get to fuck you in the dressing room.”

“Tim!” she giggled, swatting his arm playfully.

“Yes, love of my life?” he asked, smirking against her neck.

She sighed. “Okay, okay, fine. I’ll dress up as your dumb character for Halloween.”

“Knew I could convince you.”

“Don’t be smug about it.”

“Will you make the costume yourself?” he asked excitedly.

“Yes, I’ll make it myself,” she said, rolling her eyes. I’ve been making my own costumes since I was ten. Obviously I will.”

“Okay, cool. Make the panties part easy for me to—“

“Tim!”

The Halloween party Tim was hosting was for him and his friends, but he’d told Elle she could invite a few of her friends, too. The fact that Lea could be there without raising eyebrows was an added bonus, he had said. 

Lea, Sam, and Lina showed up to the Chalamet estate after most of the guests had already arrived. Lea was in her Poison Ivy costume, which was essentially a bra and skirt covered in fake ivy and vines. For all intents and purposes, it wasn’t as revealing as it could’ve been; only a few inches of her midriff was exposed. She was pleased with how it had turned out.

Pushing down the urge to knock, she followed the other two girls inside, her heels click-clacking on the marble floors as they moved towards the spiral staircase that led to the laughter and thumping music downstairs. 

They descended the steps and made their way into the huge room with a bar and a wide open space. There was a pool table past a sitting room, too, along with a card table. Not that Lea could see any of that with how many people there were. 

“Lea!” came Elle’s squeal of delight, the taller girl bounding towards her and hugging her with excitement. “You look fantastic!”

“You, too!” Lea nearly shouted over the music. And she meant it; she didn’t know what Elle was dressed as, but she looked awesome.

Sam and Lina waved before heading to the bar to order a drink. Sam loved these parties because hired bartenders didn’t usually charge.

“Are you Poison Ivy?” Elle asked loudly to be heard over the music.

Lea nodded, smiling and hoping her friend wouldn’t ask for details of what the character was like.

“That’s, like, my dad’s favorite character!”

Lea’s eyes widened. It hadn’t occurred to her that Elle might connect the dots on this.

“He has got to see your costume!” Elle declared. “He'll think it’s so cool!”

Tim had made it very clear that his desire to see her dressed as Poison Ivy was deeply sexual. She wasn’t sure how he’d react if Elle—his daughter—was present when he saw her in her costume for the first time.

But Elle was already tugging Lea by the hand through the throngs of people and towards the pool table. He was on the far end, a group of his friends—and his wife, actually; Lea had known Lourdes would be there and Tim had assured her that they were nothing more than friends, they just had to act otherwise around Elle—surrounding him, turned their direction as he lined up a shot.

The exact moment he took it, however, Elle shouted out, “Dad!”

He glanced up, and Lea could see the exact moment he registered her presence, because he froze, his mouth falling open. He rested the cue against the pool table and stumbled towards them, looking somewhat dazed as his eyes raked over her.

“Right?” Elle said excitedly, misinterpreting her father’s reaction entirely. “I thought it’d be fun to show you. It’s a funny coincidence, right?”

“Y— yeah,” Tim stuttered out, his voice hoarse.

Lea smiled at him shyly, taking in his Beetlejuice costume.

“I gotta…” He cleared his throat. “Excuse me, I gotta go… do a thing.”

They watched him as he walked away, though he kept glancing back over his shoulder at Lea. Lourdes looked on with pursed lips and crossed arms. 

“Huh,” Elle said, completely oblivious. “Maybe he’s not as nerdy about her as he used to be.” She shrugged. “Oh well. I’m gonna go get a drink. You want anything?”

“Oh, yeah,” Lea said distractedly. “I’ll come with you.”

They waded through the crowd, and Lea rested her forearms on the bartop when they got there.

“What can I get’cha?” the bartender asked pleasantly.

“Scotch on the rocks,” Elle said cheerfully.

The bartender frowned. “I’ve been specifically instructed not to serve you alcohol, Miss Chalamet.”

Lea snorted. “Two Shirley Temples, please.”

Elle glared at her as the bartender nodded and began to fix their drinks. “That is not what I wanted.”

Lea shrugged. “You can’t drink. You like them. Might as well have something you like.”

Elle stuck her tongue out, and Lea laughed, momentarily distracted from the guilt of fucking her friend’s dad.

The bartender slid their drinks towards them, and Lea smiled, thanking him politely.

Elle took a sip of hers and declared, “I’m gonna go, like, dance or something. You coming?”

Lea felt her phone buzz in the hidden pocket of her skirt. Curious about who it was from, she shook her head. “I’m good, thanks!”

“Kay, see ya!”

Lea waved her friend off with a smile before pulling out her phone. Her heart fluttered when she saw the text was from Tim.

Jfc Lea

Warn a guy next time

She giggled, typing out a response.

You literally told me to wear this

My bad, I underestimated how sexy you are. My apologies, will not happen again

😂😂😂

You’re ridiculous

No I just have an insanely attractive girlfriend, that is absolutely not my fault.

Pfft okay you weirdo

“Hey,” a male voice cut into her giddiness.

Lea glanced up at the owner of the voice. “Uh. Hi.”

The man was tall, thin the way Tim was, and he had nice enough hair and his features were arranged pleasantly enough. But he wasn’t Tim, so, like, whatever.

“Poison Ivy, huh?”

Lea nodded, smiling politely. Other than Tim, she didn’t exactly have a lot of experience with men.

“Cool,” the man said, stepping a bit closer to her. “I’m Anthony. What’s your name?”

“Uh… Lea,” she said slowly, wondering why this random dude—Anthony—was talking to her.

“So, Lea,” Anthony drawled, leaning on the bar close enough to her to where their arms brushed against each other. “What’cha drinkin’?”

“A Shirley Temple,” Lea told him. 

He chuckled. “How ‘bout a real drink?”

She blinked at him. “What, like alcohol?”

“Naturally,” he grinned. 

“Oh, uh…” She swallowed, anxious without really knowing why. “I can’t, but thank you.”

He frowned. “What do you mean you can’t?”

“I’m underage,” she said apologetically, “but I appreciate the offer.”

His eyes widened. “How old are you?”

“Twenty.”

Anthony looked almost relieved at that, and Lea couldn’t figure out why for the life of her. “Gotcha. I’m thirty-four, by the way.”

She stared at him for a moment, wondering why in the hell he felt the need to tell her that.”

“So, what do you do for a living?”

“Oh, uh…” Lea took a sip of her drink. “I’m a student.”

“Cool,” Anthony said pleasantly. “What’re you studying?”

“Costume design.”

“Oh, nice! I’m here with my friend Zendaya, actually. You know her?”

Lea’s eyes widened again. “Yeah, we’ve met. She’s cool.”

He nodded, moving even closer to her, to the point where it was almost weird. “Yeah, we’re friends. She’s basically my sister.”

Lea was about to say that that was cool or interesting, or something equally noncommittal, before the voice of her boyfriend cut in, “Lea, hey! Can you help me with something?”

She turned to face him and said, “What do you need help with?”

“Oh, uh…” He blinked rapidly. “Something in the kitchen.”

Lea frowned. “Didn’t you hire someone for that?”

“Right, yeah,” he seemed to recall. Anthony was looking between them, appearing confused, but he didn’t say anything when Tim asked, “I do need help with the pool cues, though.”

Lea raised her eyebrows, realizing he was most definitely trying to pull her away for sex. Not wanting to be rude to a relative stranger, however, she said, “I think the people playing with them might have some issues with that.”

He changed tactics. “Can you help me look for Elle?”

“Yeah,” she said easily, then gestured to the crowd of partygoers. “She’s right there.”

“Oh… uh… thanks,” he mumbled before glancing at Anthony, clearly annoyed (he hid it well, but she knew his moods well by that point), and went off to… talk to Zendaya? He looked pretty irritated, too. What was he angry-whispering at her about?

“So,” Anthony cut into her thoughts, “you know our host?”

“Uh…” Lea blinked, coming back to herself. “Yeah, actually. I’m friends with his daughter, Elle.”

“Isn’t she a high schooler?”

Lea nodded. “She’s taking early college courses at my school, though.”

“Ah,” Anthony nodded. “I see. Well then, would you like to go to din—“

“Anthony,” Zendaya interjected. “Quit bothering Elle’s friends.”

“I’m not bothering her,” Anthony complained. “We were just having a conversation!”

Lea wanted to say that he very much was bothering her, but she’d been raised not to be rude, so she kept silent.

“Sorry, hon,” Zendaya told Lea with a good-natured smile. “I’ll take this idiot off your hands.”

Lea nodded, returning Zendaya’s smile.

Tim was glowering off to the side, his arms crossed. Once Zendaya and Anthony were out of sight, he grabbed Lea by the hand and started dragging her around the bar and towards the theater.

“T— Tim?” Lea sputtered. “What’s with you?”

“C’mon,” he said sharply, squeezing her hand tighter.

“O… kay?”

As soon as they were inside the theater, he let the doors slam shut behind them and flicked the lock.

Within seconds, she was pressed against the doors as he kissed her desperately.

“Tim, what the hell—“ she muttered, gasping softly when he started kissing her neck and reaching down to squeeze her ass, the fake leaves crinkling under his touch.

“You’re mine,” he snapped, his other hand snaking up into her hair. “Mine. Understand?”

“Yeah,” she frowned, “of course I’m yours. What’s wrong?”

He signed, resting his forehead on her shoulder (which was actually kind of a funny sight because of how far he had to lean down to manage it, even when she was in heels). “I hated seeing that asshole hit on you. I hated not being able to fucking say anything about it. I hated not being able to tell him off for hitting on my girlfriend.”

Lea blinked in surprise. “He was… he was hitting on me?”

Tim pulled back, raising his eyebrows at her in disbelief. “You can’t tell me you didn’t notice.”

“Uh…” She was trying to process this news. Someone had been hitting on her? Really? Weird. “I thought he was just being overly friendly.”

“Is that why you didn’t take a single one of the outs I gave you?” he remarked sourly.

Lea stared at him. “What, your excuses to drag me off into a closet somewhere? Yeah, I wasn’t gonna be rude just so you could have your way with me.”

He examined her face, his gaze intense and searching. “So you didn’t want to talk to him?”

“Why would I wanna talk to some random guy I don’t know?” she asked, exasperated.

“Hmm,” Tim hummed. “Did you think he was hot?”

She rolled her eyes. “He was okay.” He frowned, and Lea cupped his cheek. “But I hardly noticed. He wasn’t you, so I didn’t care. If you hadn’t told me he’d been hitting on me, I wouldn’t have noticed that, either.”

Tim smiled slightly, a small quirk of his lips. “Your obliviousness is adorable.”

She bristled. “I’m not oblivious.”

He kissed her nose. “Of course you are, angel. It’s cute.” He sighed. “However, I’m not joking when I say it really fucking sucked to see you getting hit on and not be able to tell the guy to fuck off since you were too polite to.”

“Is that what you were yelling at Zendaya about?”

“I wasn’t yelling at her,” he insisted defensively. “I just talked to her.”

“Uh huh,” Lea said skeptically. “And what did you say to her?”

He looked down, flushing. “I told her that if she didn’t tell her friend to get away from my girl, I’d end up making a scene.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Well,” he began slowly, “I was worried, alright? What if you liked him better than me? You clearly don’t mind older guys, so—“

“That’s even more ridiculous,” she cut him off. “I don’t mind that you’re older. I literally would not be dating anyone at all if it weren’t for you. Why in the hell would you think I’d be interested in some random dude?”

He shrugged and admitted, “I dunno. I just don’t want you to find someone you like more than me.”

“I’m in love with you, stupid,” she reminded him. “I don’t want anybody else.”

“Then why,” he began slowly, mouthing at her neck, “would you let another man hit on you? Hm?”

Lea inhaled sharply. “I… I didn’t mean to.”

“That’s no excuse,” he scolded, trailing a hand down her back to squeeze her ass roughly. “Maybe I should punish you.” She whimpered, and he smirked in response. She knew he did because she felt it against her skin. “Hm? You think I should? You think you deserve it?”

“No,” she argued playfully.

He grabbed her jaw firmly. “That was a rhetorical question, sweetheart. You don’t get to decide that. I do.” With that, he kissed her slowly, passionately, his body pressing hers against the doors. “And I know exactly how I’m gonna do it.”

“How?” she breathed, swiping her tongue over her bottom lip.

“I’ll fuck you,” he decided, “but I won’t satisfy you until after you’ve satisfied me. And then, if you’ve been good while I fill you up, I’ll let you cum.”

She was practically salivating when he kissed her this time, but then he pulled away, dragging her towards the theater seats and facing her towards them so she couldn’t see him.

“Take your panties off,” he snapped, and when she heard him undoing his pants, her entire body tingled with excitement. She obeyed as quickly as she could, hiking the ivy skirt up around her waist and pulling her panties down.

“Green, huh?”

“I— I thought it’d be fun if they matched the costume,” she stuttered, anxious excitement swirling in her stomach.

“Yeah, I’ll bet you did,” he muttered, stepping closer and shoving her over one of the seats. She braced her hands on the armrests so she wouldn’t fall forward, jolting when he gave her sharp smack on the ass. Then, without warning, he slammed into her.

“God, Tim,” she gasped, her eyes fluttering.

“Yeah?” he panted, already fucking into her with such force that she lost her footing, her heels losing traction on the carpeted floors of the theater and sliding out from under her. She had enough balance on the chair to not fall, though, so she let it happen, enjoying the sharp feeling of his hipbones digging into her ass with every thrust. “This what you wanted, you dirty little thing?”

“Mhm,” she whined. “Feels good—“

“Slutty little outfit,” he muttered, smacking her ass again.

Indignant despite the pleasure he was giving her, she said, “You begged me to wear this—“

He grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked her head back. “Don’t talk back to me, Lea, or I might decide to stop.”

“S— sorry,” she stuttered, desperately wanting him to do anything but stop.

“That’s better,” he murmured, releasing her hair and thrusting into her again, the movement slow, almost leisurely. “You’re right, I did want you to wear this,” he sighed, “but what I didn’t expect was for you to look so goddamn slutty in it.”

“I like the way you look at me when I wear things like this,” she admitted breathlessly. “I like knowing you want me.”

“Oh, is that right?” Tim chuckled lowly. “You like driving me crazy, making me want you so bad I feel like I’m gonna explode? Is that it?”

She nodded, whimpering needily as he fucked her.

“Bad little slut,” he scolded, squeezing her hips, his fingers digging into her skin. “I’m so good to you and you tease me.” He tsked. “What do you have to say for yourself, Lea?”

“Don’t stop,” she moaned.

He smacked her ass sharply. “Bad girl. Apologize.”

“Make me,” she teased, her toes curling in her shoes.

“Oh, I’ll make you, alright,” he rasped, grabbing her by the hair again and fucking her even more harshly. “Gonna pound this pussy until you have to fuckin’ limp out of here.” When she moaned—both at the image and the way he was fucking her—, he laughed. “Oh, you like that, huh? You want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk? Is that it?”

She nodded frantically, clenching her eyes shut and whining, “I want it, feels so good when you fuck me, Tim—“

“Fuck,” he grunted. “You wanna stumble out of here, babydoll? You want everyone to know whose little fucktoy you are?”

“Uh huh,” Lea moaned, her arms giving out under her from the force of his thrusts. She fell to her elbows, barely catching herself. “God, Tim,” she whined.

“You are mine, you got that?”

“Yours, yours, yours,” she chanted, willing to give him anything if he just didn’t stop.

“So the next time,” he panted out, “some guy starts talking to you, being too friendly, say you’ve got a boyfriend. You got that?”

She nodded. “Yes, I— I will, I promise, fuck—“

“Good girl,” he praised, squeezing her hips. “You belong to me. You belong to me.”

“Yes,” she agreed without hesitation, eager to please him, especially when he was inside her like this. ‘“m all yours, I swear.”

“Fuckin’ own you, don’t I?” he growled, smacking her ass again. “Own this tight little pussy, your pretty titties, big fuckin’ ass.”

“Mhm,” she gasped out, trying to arch against him despite the angle. “Every part of me is yours.”

“That’s right, Lea,” he groaned, running his hands up her back and along the fake ivy of her costume. “My pretty baby is all mine.” After a pause, he demanded, “Tell me you love me, sweetheart.”

“I love you, Timothée,” she forced out, her body jolting. Blood had long since rushed to her head, but she hadn’t noticed, really. How could she notice when he was inside her this way, making her feel so good? And anyway, she wanted to be his to use however he liked.

“Yeah?” he rasped, fucking her harder, impossibly harder. “Tell me how much, then.”

“More than anything,” she swore. “I love you more than anything.”

He leaned over and pressed a soft, sweet kiss to her spine. “I love you, too, Lea.” He ran his hands up and down her sides, rocking into her slowly rather than fucking her with harsh thrusts. Another kiss. “So fuckin’ much, sweetheart. So fuckin’ much.”

“I want you to—“ she cut herself off briefly, gulping down the intensity of what she was feeling, the overwhelming amount of love and adoration exuding from her pores.

“What do you want, love?” he asked her quietly, rocking into her. “Tell me.”

“I want… I wanna have your baby,” Lea  admitted. She’d told him that before, he knew she wanted it, but at that exact moment, she wanted him to get her pregnant so badly she thought she might die if he didn’t.

“I know, sweetheart,” he crooned. “I know you want it. Just a little longer, okay? Just a little longer, and I’ll give you a baby, I promise.”

“Please,” she whined softly. “I— I love you so much, I want—“

“I know, Lea,” he assured her gently. “It’s okay. As soon as we can have one, we will. Okay?”

“I want one now,” she whined. “Please, Tim, I want you to get me pregnant right now—“

“I want it, too, baby,” he promised. “But we gotta hold off for a little longer. And I know it’ll be so worth it. I’ll fill you up, fuck a baby into you.” She whined, trying her damnedest to roll her pelvis up against his despite the angle preventing her from doing so. “You want that, darling?”

“Yes, please,” she whimpered.

“I’ll get you pregnant, Lea,” he rasped, kissing her back again, nuzzling into her hair. “I will, I promise. You just gotta be patient for me, alright?”

“Mmmmf,” she whined needily.

“I know,” he chuckled softly, running his hands up and down her sides. “God, baby, I can’t wait to get you pregnant. You’ll look so fuckin’ sexy.”

“I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it—“

“I know,” Tim grunted, thrusting harder again. “I know you do. I’ll give it to you, I swear I will, just— oh fuck, Lea, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep clenching around me like that.”

“Cum in me,” she immediately begged. “I want you to, I want you to cum in me and knock me up, I want it, please—“

“God, of course you want it,” he muttered hoarsely.

“I wanna cum, Tim,” she pleaded.

“Not yet,” he reminded her. “Part of your punishment, remember? You satisfy me first, and then I’ll let you cum.”

Lea decided she was perfectly fine with this, because it meant he’d cum inside her, and how was she gonna say no to that? So she nodded. “Yes, please.”

“Good girl,” he practically growled, driving into her harder, faster. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, gonna fill you up, sweetheart, I—“

She reached behind her and put her hand over his, where it rested at her hip. “Inside me,” she said quietly.

“F— fuck,” he gasped. “I— I love you, Lea, fuck—“

“I love you, too,” she told him breathlessly. “Don’t stop.” She laced their fingers together.

He groaned low in his throat, his thrusts slow and deep, and then they stopped entirely. “Okay,” he panted, pulling out of her. She winced, and he pulled her upright again, kissing her shoulder as he did so. She was wobbly on her feet, which was to be expected, quite frankly, so she had to wrap her arms around his neck as he leaned in to kiss her, snaking a hand between her legs. “You did so good for me, sweetheart,” he said into their kiss as he started rubbing her clit. “Wanna make you cum for me. Such a good girl.”

Lea whimpered, her hands tangling in his hair. “Tim,” she gasped, her orgasm approaching at a rate that was actually pretty embarrassing. In her defense, though, he was really good at getting her off.

“That’s right,” he encouraged softly, trailing kisses along her jaw and down her neck. “Sweet girl. Cum for me, love.”

“Tim,” she moaned, her legs shaking from how close she was, how good it felt. He wrapped an arm around her waist so as to hold her up and rubbed her clit faster, using his own cum to ease his movements.

“There you go, baby,” he said. “C’mon, give it to me. Cum.”

And when she did, he kissed her firmly to swallow her moans. They kept kissing as she came down. Dazed and worn out, Lea blinked up at him blearily.

He smiled down at her affectionately and brushed her hair away from her face. “I love you.” She had barely managed to return the sentiment before he kissed her again, something like desperation bleeding into it. When he pulled away, he cupped her face in his hands. “Lea, sweetheart, how would you feel about going public?”

She frowned, turning his words over in her head, which was still fuzzy from her orgasm. “Public? What do you mean?”

He took her hand in his, grabbing a box of tissues off the table near the theater doors and handing her several to clean herself with. She did so with the hand he didn’t seem to want to let go of.

“I mean, like…” He paused. “Not hiding that we’re together. We could go on dates without worrying, you could travel with me openly, I could kiss you in public if I wanted.”

She tensed, throwing the tissues away and dropping them into a nearby trash can. “But… but what about Elle? And— and your wife?”

Tim shrugged. “She’s here. We should talk to her about it.” He squeezed her hand. “About us.”

She smiled. “You really want that with me? You’re sure?”

He nodded. “I can’t handle seeing some asshole hit on you again and not be able to say anything. I can’t. I love you and I want to be able to be with you without worrying about hiding it.”

Her smile widened, and she leaned up to kiss him. “I love you, too.”

“Is… is that a yes?”

“Of course it is,” she giggled. “It’ll be weird to not have it confined to your finsta anymore.”

“Well, most of those pictures aren’t gonna be public,” he pointed out.

Lea hummed. “Does this mean you’re gonna get divorced sooner rather than later?”

He nodded. “If Lola agrees, yeah. I just gotta run it by her first.”

“Okay,” Lea said happily.

“Okay, so you stay here for five minutes and then come out, okay? We can’t raise any eyebrows quite yet.” She nodded, and he took her chin between his fingers and leaned down to kiss her. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“More than anything?”

“Well, don’t be a dick about it.”

He laughed and kissed her again.

This fic is the tape which I have wrapped around myself so as not to fall apart btw hope you enjoy

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A hundred years is a long time to wait for you…

Bastard.

Hey there! I’m Doc/Bossman/Kilgore [He/Gr/Bzz]. :3

I did a lot of stimboards on my main, so I FINALLY have a stimboard/moodboard blog!

I will do agere and petre, though anything NSFW is getting deleted (and probably blocked too).

I mostly do Hatchetfield, but mutuals may ask for boards from any fandom! Also, any of my special interests are fandoms I may do boards for here sometimes! :]

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I won’t do anything with:

Needles

Richard Lipshitz

Problematic Ships.

If you give me a character like Ethan or Hidgens, I won’t do the Robert versions unless specifically requested.

My favorite fellas/things [just to explain theming. all self indulgent boards will probably be them.] :

Andrew Kilgore

Mr Davidson

Eddie Chiplucky

Otho

Snakes

Mechanical/Robot stims

[dyxtd21]

Serpentine aesthetic moodboard!!

Serpentine:

Serpentine strikes a unique figure with his anthropomorphic snake-like appearance, boasting a sinuous snake tail and arms adorned with hands. His attire reflects a steampunk aesthetic, complete with a cotton work shirt, a stylish vest, a top hat, and a long, straight coat reminiscent of Victorian fashion. Accessories such as gloves, goggles, and a utility belt add to his enigmatic charm.

His colouration showcases various shades of green arranged in a distinctive horizontal pattern, reminiscent of snake skin. A trilliant-cut gemstone adorns his forehead, adding to his mysterious allure.

Personality-wise, Serpentine embodies the archetype of the "mad scientist," displaying a penchant for experimentation and innovation.

Despite his eccentricities, he exhibits moments of sincerity and kindness. While he primarily communicates in a reptilian tongue, he occasionally engages in soliloquies, echoing the duality of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, albeit without a split personality disorder.

A skilled chemist and potion-maker, Serpentine can concoct complex mixtures and even fashion a simple bomb within minutes given the proper equipment. He commands his own cadre of gemstone henchmen and henchwomen, showcasing his leadership abilities. Despite his eccentricities, he maintains good manners, adding a layer of sophistication to his character.

Headcanon voice: Jim Cummings

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Last thing I googled: Baroque fashion

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[moodymelanist]

All The Wisest Women Chapter Two

We're back and now with a cute little moodboard. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and you're staying cozy<3

♕♕♕♕♕

Nesta

“Home sweet home,” Nesta heard Cassian murmur. She hadn’t dared look at the ground during their long flight, but at his words – and the feeling of magic passing over her skin as they passed over some kind of barrier – she risked looking down to see what all the fuss was about.

Even Nesta could begrudgingly admit the sprawling city before her was beautiful. She could make out all sorts of colorful, tall buildings from this high up, including a large residence that seemed carved out of the rock it was attached to. A sparkling river cut wound through the city like a snake, and she tracked its path to the nearby sea, already thinking about whether it would be possible to board a ship and go to the continent from here.

Not likely, the logical part of her mind told her. She’d studied many maps of Prythian to attempt to learn this strange land, and even though this city hadn’t appeared on any of the ones about the Night Court, she knew it was the northernmost Court. Unless she planned to sail north until she reached the human lands, getting from here to the continent likely wouldn’t be worth all that time at sea.

Cassian set a path straight for the mountainous residence, so all Nesta had to do was keep her grip on him as they sailed to a smooth landing on one of the balconies. No one was waiting for them, but the moment the bat’s wings stopped flapping, she launched herself out of his arms and stumbled away from him.

“I couldn’t have been that bad,” Cassian muttered loud enough for her to hear. Nesta was too busy reacquainting herself with solid ground to care about his hurt feelings.

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[monster-cock69]

little angel

Moodboard made by me and AO3 link here

Pairings: Peter Parker x Tony Stark

Pairings: Tony Stark x Peter Parker

Tags: Omegaverse, age play

Warnings: Underaged sex

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

The house was stupidly large. 

In the middle of a culdesac, it was far enough into Long Island that there wasn’t much noise but close enough to the city that a commute wasn’t too much of a hassle. The living room felt bigger than his and May’s entire apartment, the kitchen looked straight out of a magazine, and in addition to the master bedroom he’d share with Tony, he had a whole playroom to himself. 

And the playroom looked like a wet dream. 

Entire shelves were filled with toys, there was a reading in one corner, a bed shaped like a spaceship across from it, and a round nesting couch against the wall to his left. 

Then, when he looked at the little table to the right, he saw the Millenium Falcon lego set sitting unopened on the table, begging to be assembled. 

Turning to the alpha behind him, he threw his arms around his neck, “Holy shit Mr. Tony, can we build it?” 

Tony laughed softly, unable to hide his grin, “Of course, we can build it, babe.” 

It was easy to sit down next to each other and start assembling the set. They’d gotten familiar with the way they moved. Tony would call out instructions every once in a while, and they’d work on parts of the whole before joining them together. The set was too big to build in one sitting, but he hoped they’d be able to come back to it sometime. 

“I think it’s time to get you fed,” Tony said once they’d made some progress. Peter wanted to protest but held back. There was no reason to press boundaries this soon, and he was a little hungry from missing lunch.

Waiting for them on the kitchen table was a box of pizza, and Peter sat on Tony’s lap to eat.  

The alpha gave him a long look while he got comfortable – wiggling around told him why. Tony’s length was hard, pressing into him and the scent of barely controlled arousal was thick in his nose. 

It went ignored for the most part as they ate. After their bellies were full and greasy hands wiped clean by napkins, a hand snaked into the waistband of his sweats again. 

He’d been hard since scenting the alpha’s arousal and was eager to feel those thick fingers inside of him again. 

But he couldn’t tear his mind from the feeling of the alpha’s cock pressing against him and felt empty at the thought of only getting fingers again.

Decision made, he swung his legs around and grasped Tony’s shoulders to steady himself. 

Being face to face with the alpha made everything seem so much more real. 

He’d gone home with this man – this mob boss. And, when his heat hit in a month and a half, he’d be mating this man. 

He was looking at the person he’d be spending the rest of his life with – if it all went to plan – and he really wanted to fuck him. 

Peter initiated the kiss, and Tony was gentle in a way he hadn’t expected him to be. His lips were just as soft as he’d imagined, and under the light taste of pizza was a hint of the cigarette he’d had in the car. 

“I’m not taking your virginity here,” Tony stood up abruptly, holding Peter up by a grip on his thighs. 

Peter didn’t stop kissing him. His lips made their way up Tony’s jaw, behind his ear, and at last back down to his neck where he pressed gentle kisses to his scent glands. He wouldn’t get to bite Tony there until his heat hit, but he felt inexplicapbly drawn to that spot on his neck. 

The attention made his scent bloom like a flower feeling the sun for the first time. It was a strong, heady thing that encompassed Peter entirely. 

He rocked into Tony as much as possible from their position, cock almost painfully hard and hole dripping wet. 

Small pleas were falling from his lips, fruitlessly trying to make Tony get through the long halls faster. 

���It’s okay, I’ll knot you, baby, I promise, can’t fucking wait,” the words falling from Tony’s lips only made Peter feel emptier. He was aching inside in a way that he knew no toy could sate. 

Everything from the past few days had boiled over, all of the not-quite sated arousal making him feel like he was on fire. 

Tony’s hands were firm where they gripped his ass, and he sucked a hickey into the skin behind the alpha’s ear while he walked. 

When they got to the room Tony dropped him unceremoniously onto the bed, sending him bouncing into a mound of pillows. 

They stripped carelessly, clothes getting thrown every which way. Peter was the first to finish, cock bouncing against his stomach. As Tony finished undoing the buttons on his shirt, Peter trailed a hand down his torso and past his cock. His fingers thrust inside, and the sound of Tony’s belt hitting the floor reverberated through the room. 

“None of that now,” he scolded gently as he crawled onto the bed – nude at last, “you don’t touch yourself when I’m here to do it.”

A firm yet gentle hand pulled his fingers from his cunt. Tony sucked the fingers into his mouth eagerly, groaning at the taste of Peter’s slick. 

Emboldened, Peter reached down and grabbed the alpha’s cock for the first time. It was hot to the touch and thick enough that Peter almost couldn’t wrap his hand around it. He thumbed the bit of precum that was beading at the head, swiping back and forth in fascination. The scent of Tony’s lust was mouthwatering and infinitely better than what had been on the scent patch.

“I need it,” he confessed, wanting to taste the alpha nearly as bad as he needed to feel him inside. 

Tony soothed him with a low rumble, moving to push Peter flat on his back with one hand and grasping the base of his length with another. 

The feeling of Tony’s cock entering him had him clenching on the intrusion. 

He started a fast pace and kept it, hurling Peter toward orgasm at a rate he didn’t think possible. He was whining and pleading to cum, for Tony’s knot. Above him, Tony was chanting praises into his neck between kisses. 

Tony’s breath started stuttering as the knot started to inflate. The increase in pressure made Peter see stars and he came with a shout. 

The knot locked as his orgasm crested over him. 

Carefully, they shifted so Tony was on his back, Peter’s limp form draped over him. 

Tony was speaking, soft words that Peter was too close to sleep to understand. His fingers played with the thick hair on the alpha’s chest. It was damp with sweat and a sign that they’d both need a shower. 

A shrill ringing made Peter jolt from his position. The knot tugged painfully inside him, and Tony tried to settle him with one hand and reached for his phone with the other.

“It’s just Stevie baby,” Tony answered the call with one hand and shifted it to another to pull a cigarette between his lips.

“You’ll probably meet him soon," he told Peter as smoke fell from his lips, "here, say ‘hi’ to him.” 

He huffed, eyes growing heavy now that the ringing had stopped, “Hi Mr. Steve.” 

Thankfully, he took the phone off of speaker and let Peter go back to his state of near sleep. The alpha’s voice was low and soothing, and he kept rubbing a hand on his side. 

By the time the phone call finished, he was completely asleep.

[onceupona-crossover]

This is my first time, but may I suggest a moodboard edit of Mr. Snake (The Bad Guys) x George (Sahara)? And for themes have it light green and yellow orange with lgbt themed.

Sure anon! I love the bad guys crossover ships so much, my favorite ones are Mr wolf x Jimmy crystal and po x Mr shark. But this one is so good!

Mod rapunzel

[comehomeducklings]

Past [Part 3] (Obsession)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Tom Riddle's Moodboard

Main Character's Moodboard

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1940 - 3rd year

There’s no chance of getting out of this. Our mentor must be out of their mind. No smooth sailing this period, not for me. Nothing at all has prepared me for this point in time.

My heartbeat rises by the second. At the brink of jumping out of my chest. I constantly try to reassure myself as I prepare. Forcing the illusion that I have everything together.

I most definitely don’t have anything, not a crumb, together.

My hands sweat with anticipation, my wand almost slipping off multiple times. The magical stick even wants to run away from this situation. I’ll start running with it soon enough.

The whole room is quiet in expectation. The tension levels in this area are too high for me to even start to comprehend. All I can hear is the sounds of my breathing and the occasional ruffle of robes. The high regard these people hold for me isn’t doing me any favors. I’m about to ruin any confidence anyone holds in my skills.

My friends are holding their thumbs up for encouragement. It does little to calm my panic, but I appreciate the effort anyway. Other acquaintances from the same house nodded their heads in an attempt to console my emotions.

Before the teacher signals to start, he gives us a bit to come up with a plan. Ten seconds at most. Now, this isn’t something possible to win. Not against him, no. My only goal here is to last as long as I can and don’t mess up.

Act smart, seem like you know more than you do.

He looks as easy-going as ever. This may seem like a walk in the gardens to him. No “threat” whatsoever to make him feel uneasy. I’m quite irritated at the thought of being anything but a challenge. He may be a little right, but that doesn’t help my ego.

Easy, I’m nothing easy.

Riddle might be stronger at this, but that doesn’t mean I'm complete garbage. I can hold my own, I will hold my own.

My breathing patterns change into more of a deep inhale and exhale. Focusing on completely dropping my heart rate and keeping my thoughts intact. Madam Rose, the school nurse, hates seeing me walk in there. Frequent visits from dealing with plants has her hair getting pulled out. I don’t think Miss Rose would be too keen on me passing out from the lack of oxygen.

“Only stick with the one basic spell of force. For both offensive and defensive tactics.”

Riddle’s atmosphere surrounding him is focused, deadly. He hasn’t moved his gaze from my lips. Probably on guard for whenever I cast something. I’m slightly unsteady on my feet from nerves. It’s almost suffocating being under all these watchful eyes.

A snake takes their time to strike. They examine all angles where you may be weak. Testing the vulnerability of your actions and thinking process. A few testing snaps of their mouth can tell them how the fight will go. They are well-balanced and focused, masters of intimidation.

Breathing.

Oxygen informs the snake how much you’re able to hold on for. The more you intake, the tighter it gets. Restricting the amount of oxygen the prey respires. Until they are physically unable to anymore, slowly weakening. The fight they were presenting lessens to almost non-distinguishable. The prey’s struggling to get free, dying down. Then it passes away, openly given to the snake without any more thought. A mere temporary meal in its eyes.

“Begin.”

Our eye contact is steady, neither of us moving an inch. Our mouths are closed shut, wands at the ready. I slightly squint my eyes while I focus. If he’s waiting for me to go first he is out of luck. I’m not budging, we will stay in the same position until next period if we have to.

Riddle also slightly squints his eyes. His hand doesn’t shake even if his wand was out in the air for a long time. The arm he holds out is steady and unmoving. Nothing triggers my attention since his movements are of little importance. I search his eyes for any life, no emotion is found swirling in those charcoal black eyes. Absolutely brilliant and fierce when focused or aggravated. The class starts getting rowdy, finally allowed to talk since Riddle just made the first move.

There’s only one spell I need to remember, that makes it a little easier to think of ways to find my opening. I quickly revert the spell away from me and send it right back. A tennis match is played between that one spell. Tom huffs and sends his enchantment straight towards the ground. It bursts into tiny magical specks of green. During that time I sent a spell his way.

After a while, I start to notice right before he casts a spell he moves his mouth like he inhales to take a breath. I’ve noticed him do it quite often. Since he casts fairly quickly there wasn’t much to go off of. Not much to use to my advantage. When he “inhales” he’s most of the time not actually breathing in air. It’s just a simple movement he does. It might be because of his accent, the way he learned to talk. Quite a small little quirk of the lips.

To start testing out this theory I centered most of my attention on his mouth. Waiting to see if my theory was reliable enough to depend on. He’s starting to gain more offensive attacks on me. Most of my spells undecidedly move more defensive by the minute.

Right before he mutters the words, I send a spell of my own. The magic aiming for his knees. Before he could defend himself from that one I prepared another offensive conjuration to his wand. He forwarded an incantation my way and I hurriedly obviated the sorcery as it was also heading to my stifle joint. Some of the force still slightly makes contact with my left knee. My balance is suddenly thrown off.

As I scramble to catch my footing, Riddle with point accuracy parries my wand attack. Then diverts my knee attack towards my right knee. Since I was focused on stabilizing my posture I didn’t notice the spell approaching my other knee

Forthcoming my inevitable demise.

I end up planting both hands on the ground. My knees falling one after the other from the pressure.

Our audience starts yelling complaints and praise. Calls for a rematch and cheats. My loss was bound to happen, but I did get to do that three combo. Two offensive and one defensive, all in the span of 5 seconds. Not too bad if I say so myself.

“Mr. Riddle wins this duel. Excellent job to the both of you. A very good strategy was well thought out for each side.”

I make my way down the steps on my platform’s side. Immediately being greeted by hugs and pats on the back.

At least my feet didn’t get tied together from restlessness causing me to fall and he wins the duel immediately. I would have dropped out right then and there from embarrassment.

There’s barely any feedback for Riddle, his little posse praising him like a king. People either saw no fault in him or were too frightened to actually comment on it publicly.

For me, that’s another case. Quite a bit of suggestions are offered, keep my form ready and my attention on more than one thing. Any and all advice is welcomed. Who knows how it can help me one day.

Amelia hugs my side with the biggest grin on her face, “You did so well! I think he actually had to work a little for that win.”

Everyone is dismissed and we head our way to Herbology. Tom’s face looks as if he’s already forgotten about the duel. His body language remains tranquil as ever.

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Bubotuber pus, one of the grossest things I’ve had the misfortune of learning at home. Now I have to live through it again? How can one endure harvesting the essence?

“All of you are required to wear gloves for today’s class. Does anyone know what effects you would have when touching this substance with your bare skin?”

Quite a number of students raise their hands. I’m guessing they did research on why they needed to buy these gloves when handed the school procurement catalog.

Exactly what I did, curiosity might actually kill the cat.

“Yes, you sweet girl,” she picks, “What’s your name?”

“Merlene,” the student answers, “If you touch this without protection then extremely painful boils will appear in its stead.”

“Correct! 5 points to Hufflepuff,” she claps.

My fingers already lay inside the dragon-hide gloves. Its rough texture rubs against the calluses from dealing with the harsh stems of different plants.

This substance is usually processed to be used for acne treatments. Only touched in its weakened state. Oddly satisfying to some, I am not a part of that group of people

“This is disgusting,” I say as I harvest the pus. My gagging reflexes acting up every time the plant gets squeezed.

A few students chuckle at my remark. They seem to be having a good time, weirdly focused on this substance. It smells of petrol, not a big fan of the scent. Reminds me of the sketchy gas stations my parents and I would take on family road trips.

Its thick goo is finally contained in bottles. Relief washes over me from finishing the collecting process. My gloves are removed and I do a quick spell to clean my area. Nothing really fell on it so it didn’t need scrubbing beforehand.

Amelia seems to just be finishing her plant. A lot of goo splashed all over her table. Luckily it doesn’t seem like any of that touched anyone’s face or uncovered arms.

“I’m just about done, can you help with cleaning please?” Amelia starts collecting all of her bottles into her arms. None of the glass vials touched in green gunk.

“Yeah, I got you, turn those in to the professor.” I immediately started helping her out. In that process, I also cleaned other’s messes too. Why not, there is still time to waste until we can all leave. Cleaning products smell better than whatever chemicals intoxicate the air.

“Pop quiz, shout out the answers. Why not use spells instead of treated bubotuber pus for treatments?”

Easy question, I whisper the answer in Amelia’s ear when she comes back from turning in the assignment so she can shout it.

“Using spells proves to be too risky, like the Eloise Midgen incident,” she answers.

Good, she remembers Eloise's event.

“Yeah, she cursed her nose off, poofed from existence,” a girl from Hufflepuff adds.

“Precisely, everyone has permission to leave now,” the professor exclaims, “don’t head out without cleaning or I’ll reduct points. Last time a student got boils all over their hand from an improperly cleaned station.”

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“It actually went decently. Nothing blew up, surprisingly.”

At lunch, we are all talking about our first three classes. Potions being our first topic.

“Thought as much, I saw your stupid grin. You looked like you just won the wizarding lottery,” I say with my mouth stuffed with food. Hoping they could understand me between my chews.

“Both of you, slow down. The food ain’t going anywhere damn,” Devyn laughs.

Amelia and I pause, we look at each other, then at Devyn, then back to us. After a silent halt in our actions, we continue to shove down a bunch of food.

“I noticed you kept gagging at the pus. You looked queasy, your face was so pale.”

I audibly shiver at the recollection of said class. My eyes were watering so bad there. That stuff would never stop coming.

“I’m eating, stop mentioning that nasty stuff,” Amelia starts shaking her head. If only I could see the thoughts forcefully being shaken out of her head.

“You should have seen her station. That stuff was everywhere. How bad is your aim, the opening to the bottle wasn’t that small?”

“It wasn’t even that!” she drops her fork, “I squeezed that bloody plant too hard and it squirted everywhere!”

“Poor choice of words,” Devyn snickers. All she gets is a shove from me.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, she’s clearly traumatized.”

Devyn shoves me back, “You’re clearly traumatized from the duel. The one you failed at, the one-”

“I’m aware of the duel you’re talking about,” I interrupt, “I bet you wouldn’t have lasted as long as I did.”

“Oh please, you’re just salty about losing.”

I roll my eyes and subconsciously scan the room for him. There he is, mysteriously talking to his group of buddies. After a little bit, he catches onto my staring. He briefly looked around him to see if I was looking at something else. Finally, he comes to the realization it was in fact him I was blessing with my attention.

During this, he was talking to his friend next to him. He stopped his conversation to completely give me his attention. The guy he was just talking to engaged in another conversation quickly.

The moment was interrupted with hands waving in front of my face, “You gonna eat that?”

“Nah I’m full, go ahead.”

Riddle continued on with his food. Never looking my way again.

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“Hey, uh, Riddle you have a second?”

I stop him by tapping his shoulder a couple of times. His height already makes mountains seem molecular.

He furrowed his eyebrows and glances at the shoulder I just touched. Making it a scene to dust that part off, what an ass.

“No, I really don’t have a second,” he responds.

“Well that, really, sucks for you huh. Can you teach me techniques for dueling?”

“No,” he starts to turn away.

“Please, you will get one favor from me. Whatever you need.”

Tom turns back around, “Anything? Does that favor expire?”

I shake my head no. If he plans to wait a long time he’ll probably forget about it. He seems to be deep in thought for a bit. No rush really since we're on our break. If he agrees I could get ahead of so many competitors.

“Fine, every Friday afternoon starting tomorrow in the Room of Requirement.”

He immediately strides away while I stare back in shock. My brain didn’t expect him to actually accept. Getting this far wasn’t a very possible outcome.

Now I just have to find out where the Room of Requirement is located.

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[magalidragon]

**Insert moodboard when I get around to it 🤣 Judge Jon and Lawyer Dany with the boxing love are coming soon to a computer near you**

anger management | bonus chapter | a teaser

Jon didn't listen, smacking the gavel. "Court is adjourned."

Pyp shouted. "All rise!"

They did so as Jon gathered his things and walked out, with a quick glance over his shoulder in her direction, a wide smile on his lips before he disappeared into the judge annex. He was followed closely by Satin, who was fussing with paperwork. Dany slipped out of the courtroom first, making her way rather lazily towards his chambers. She paused outside of the heavy onyx door, made of carved dragonglass, with the gilded nameplate beside it. The Honorable Jon Snow, Juveille Court Associate Judge.

She lightly tapped her fingers to it, and noticing a smudge on the corner, frowned and used the silk scarf attached to her tote bag to clean the gold sign, smiling at it. She pushed open the door, entering the main reception area, where Gilly Tarlly-- his other clerk and assistant-- sat at her desk, on the phone with huge eyes, no doubt listening to her husband relay the circus at court.

Gilly waved her through without a word, nodding along. "Wow Sam, wow....and you survived? Wow..."

Dany chuckled, walking by the antechamber where Satin's office was, filled to bursting with books, files, and folders. There was a small conference area and then Jon's office, with its two doors, the one slightly hidden against the wall which led to the snaking passageways between the courtrooms and the chambers. She entered without a word, dropping her tote on one of the plush club chairs in front of his desk, while Satin paid her no attention, stumbling through Jon's schedule with him.

"I have a draft of the judgment on the Thenn matter, then there's also this phone call I received regarding the wilding care legilstation you were to provide testimony on, plus Mr. Giantsbane called to infom you that if you do not show up at the meeting you will..." Satin trailed off, flushing pink, his beautiful face looking like carved ivory with two red circles on his cheeks. "I do not care to repeat it."

Jon chuckled, scanning his messages. "I can assume." He glanced over at her and cut Satin off immediately. "Thanks Satin, we can talk after lunch."

"You have a pre-trial hearing at two..."

"I know, I'll be done by then, clear my schedule for the next hour, hold all calls."

"There's also that gala tonight..."

"I'll be there," Jon interrupted him. He walked Satin to the door, the clerk barely nodding at her, and trying to get one more word in before Jon slammed the door, making sure to flick the lock. He spun around, grinning at her. "Hey."

"Hey," she cooed.

They locked eyes, not saying a word, until she was suddenly on the couch in the corner, Jon's hard body covering hers, the two of them tangled up, frantically trying to kiss the other, a mess of teeth and tongues. She yanked at his tie, diving her fingers into his shirt collar to touch his warm skin, groaning when he pulled back, arms remaining snaked around her, and palms wide on her back. The warmth seeped through, sending her toes curling in her heels. She flung off one-- the buckles were an illusion they were easy to step in and out of-- the shoe knocking onto his bookcase, the other falling off the edge of the couch.

Jon leaned backwards, pulling her over him so she could stretch out atop him, twirling with his tie. "What is this nice surprise?"

"I wanted to see if you were free for lunch, but got a show instead."

"And I see that it affected you greatly."

"Hhm," she hummed. "My big strong judge, telling those nasty little rulebreakers what for."

"You defend those nasty little rulebreakers."

"I can tell the ones who have heart and future and the ones who are sadly too far gone." She frowned, thinking of the darkness that surrounded the boy in the courtroom. "That one today is too far."

Jon sighed. "Doesn't help he has Thorne as his attorney."

"Will you revert the case to criminal court?"

"Unfortunately I think the only way Rast will learn a lesson is if he's with the big boys, but I need to review the facts of the case." He twirled a lock of her hair, which had escaped her braids, around his index finger, pondering the vaulted ceiling. "But I think yes, I will have to do that."

She kissed his chin, his beard bristly and tickling her liips. "Such a fair man."

"I try to be."

"I don't know how all the women in your court can stand upright, with you there in your robes and with your gavel." She made a face. "Perhaps I should set up shop in the back."

He laughed. "You're the only one I can handle."

"Good." Dany climbed off him, tugging her blazer back into place, feet bare on the plush carpets, curling into the softness. She sighed, thinking that lunch might now be out of hte question, glancing at her watch. She shrugged. "I think maybe we don't have time to get anything. We have the gala tonight, I get to walk around like a judge's wife." She preened. "Do you know what they call us around here?"

Jon frowned, walking around the edge of his desk. He picked up his robes, which he'd tossed on his chair, and began to hang them up. "You know I pay no attention to that drivel."

She giggled. "The Wolf King and the Dragon Queen. Apparently, we are a judicial power couple."

"Oh if only they knew." He wrinkled his nose up, which she tapped with her fingertip, the bump that had been there for several months now smoothed out from the surgery he'd needed to get to reset it. Apparently her initial punch had dislodged it in such a way he had trouble sleeping. She didn't mind, he was handsome with or without the broken nose.