#muse :: reece

[space3cho]

“Oh she’s always kind of like that” Reece said after having watched the interaction between the other and the server at The Big Dipper. Reece was supposed to be meeting their dad for lunch, and the other had arrived yet. “She gets mad at me cause I usually don’t order anything while I’m here.” Even when they did order it was always something light, one of their dads insisting that they order a side of something or ordering something for them, which Reece would then pick at, but not actually eat as more often than not they didn't feel all that hungry, and then would push across for their dad to finish. 

@piratesplunderedourrobots​

[starrrling]

reece starling : tag dump !

[ivyharington]

tag drop

[intomusings]

ೀ ﹒﹒  favorite   names   compilation    !

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- b : beau, babette, belle, blake, briar, bronte, banks, boston, bishop.

- c : cassiel, clara, celeste, camden, chandler, collins, clay, cartier, chanel, cosima.

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- g : gaia, geles, greer, gensen.

- h : hera, hudson, hampton, heath, harlowe.

- i : isla, inara, ilia.

- j : juniper, josefine, jane, jovie, joey.

- k : kiersten, kairo, kaia, kian, kouvr, keanu.

- l : lysander, lanie, lorena, lawson, lux, ludo, lourdes.

- m : marla, marigold, maren, maeve, marlowe, miller, monet.

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- r : reed, ruelle, raya, romey, ryker, rhode, reign, rafe, rohan, raiden, remi, rion, rhiannon, reece, river, raine, rumer, reem, rhys.

- s : selah, soraya, sarifya, savion, sloane, sol, soren, scout, saint, striker, serafina, sabina, sutter.

- t : teal, twila, tristan, tobie, tripp, teague, tate.

- v : vienna, vega, vera, vincenzo.

- w : wren, winter, winona, winnie, wilder, weston.

- x : xaverie, xylah, xiomara, xander.

- y : yves, yara.

- z : zephyr.

[ceru-at-hogwarts]

Your hand in his (Ominis x Reader)

Based on this musing I had a few whiles ago about Ominis’ hands. Dedicated to Reece Lavellan♥️

Fiction Masterlist

The first time Ominis tended his hand toward you was on your first day at Hogwarts. You had just beaten Sebastian in a duel in Professor Hecat’s class earlier that day, and you were lost in the massive castle, looking your way to Charms class. You had not noticed a slippery spot on the floor and before you realize it, you had disgracefully fallen on the floor with the loudest thud ever, your books flying everywhere.

As you laid spread-eagle, cursing yourself, you see a hand extended to you. It was the boy you had seen earlier walking around with his arm stretched in front of him, his wand pulsating with a characteristic red glow. He held his wand in one hand and offered his free hand to help you back on your feet. You murmured your gratitude while accepting his hand, feeling your face burning and thankful that he could not see how your face had turned as red as a beet. Ominis’ hand was cool, yet you felt a strange warmth as your fingers touched his.

“Based on the chatter around you, I’m guessing you are the new fifth year who had beaten Sallow in a duel today. I’m Ominis, Ominis Gaunt,” he said as he let go of your hand, a small playful grin on his face as he tilted his head toward you.  

“Thank you, Ominis, you definitely found me in such… situation,” you said, happy that he could not see you blushing. “I believe I am lost while trying to find my way to the Charms classroom.”

“I am also heading to the Charms class, should we walk together?” he offered graciously, and you smiled, accepting his offer. Both of you walked together as Ominis navigated the interminable corridors, moving stairs, and all obstacle with ease. He told you a lot about the castle’s hidden secrets, and how to reach any points within it faster.

“Pleasure’s all mine. Don’t be a stranger. Do let me know if I can be of any help as you navigate your first days here,” he said, his head tilted, giving you his signature playful grin as you thanked him once again in front of the Charms classroom. You smiled as you watched him across the classroom as he left you to take his own usual seat.

The second time Ominis offered his hand to you, he had just beaten you badly on a round of Crossed Wands duel a few weeks later. You were surprised that Lucan set you in a match against him, but Ominis proved to be a formidable opponent. You were even more surprised to find yourself locked in a full body-bind curse on the floor, barely minutes after the duel started. Ominis tended his hand toward you as soon as the duel ended, removing his curse. Gingerly, you accepted his hand as he helped you back to your feet.

“You fell a lot,” he said playfully with a grin. “I could hear your moving and falling even from across the room.”

Once again, his hand felt cool, yet there is warmth in his finger as your hand touched his. Intrigued, you followed him to the courtyard after the duel, spending what’s left of your lunch break with him. Somehow, you could feel a tiny seed of friendships that had been cultivated a few weeks ago started to grow.

The third time Ominis took your hand in his, you were laying on the floor in the corridor leading to Slytherin’s Scriptorium. You regretted bitterly to allow Sebastian to talk you into pressuring Ominis into helping to find this cursed Scriptorium. As the door locked behind you, you had bravely offered to be in the receiving end of the Cruciatus Curse.

As you screamed from the pain as the curse hit you squarely on the chest, you could hear Ominis shouting your name in panic, before everything went dark when Sebastian’s wand fell to the floor, stopping the curse. You woke up to see both Sebastian and Ominis hovering over you, their faces grave, calling your name. Slowly you realized that Ominis was holding your hand in his, an indescribable sadness in his face, a sadness you had never seen before.

You put a brave face, trying to sound brave even if you know he was not one to be fooled. Ominis knew what you had just went through. Somehow, he could see within you. Without further ado, Ominis did not let go of your hand but put your arm around his shoulder and helped you back to your feet. Sebastian quickly took your other arm, and both helped you into the Scriptorium. Ominis and you sat on the floor near the entrance as Sebastian roamed the room in wonder. Not once did Ominis let your hand go, as if he was afraid that something bad would happen if he did. You tried to reassure him that you were fine, that the curse was painful, but you were fine now. He did not buy it. He knew how it felt to be on the receiving end, and that there would be lingering pain for a while longer.

Not once did Ominis let your hand go as both of you climbed out of the Scriptorium, not even when he chastised Sebastian for being reckless and for the use of Dark Magic. You would never forget how soft his hand was that day.

The fourth time Ominis held your hand in his was when you found him sitting on the floor in the Defense Against the Dark Art tower, the day after your escapade to the Scriptorium. He looked sad, and he tilted his head toward you as he recognized your footsteps.

“Never again,” he said quietly as you sat beside him. You touched his arm, and he took your hand in his. He kept your hand in his for a very long time, without a word. Never would you forget the sadness in his face that day.

The fifth time your hand was in his, Ominis was laying in the Hospital Wing in the winter after catching a bad case of cold that refused to go even after a few doses of Nurse Blainey’s Pepperup Potion. You watched him waking up from a fitful sleep. He could tell you were there, the scent of the soap you used gave you away. Quietly he tended his hand toward you. This time, you took his hand in yours as you sit beside him and letting him know that he was not alone. Quietly he put his other hand on top of yours and both of you stayed together until Nurse Blainey chased you out of the Hospital Wing to let him rest.

Slowly, a quiet friendship blossomed between both of you, as you both tried to stop Sebastian from descending into darkness. A friendship that bloomed further into something more in the years to come, knowing that whatever lies ahead, both of you must face it together. That Ominis never doubted even once. Not even when both of you had to made the hardest decisions together.

Ominis would always offer his hand to you as you walked together hand in hand on each step of life, as he knew you would never ask for it first. Your hand was in his as both of you walked together to vow your life to each other during your wedding ceremony. He never let go of you as both of you faced the storm of life together, the good and the bad.

The last time he took your hand in his, both of you were smiling, remembering all those decades spent together, a time when his hair was still blonde and yours wasn’t all grey. It had all started many years ago as he kindly offered his hand to you on your first day at Hogwarts. After all this time, you always remembered the coolness of his hand that first day, and the warmth on the tips of his fingers. That night, for the last time both of you would depart for the last one of life’s next great adventure together, your hand in his.

[moomin279]

Someone asked who reece shearsmith is today and i said hes my muse

[holycompendium]

Ascendants OC Masterlist ⛊ Pt. 1

⚔︎ quick context : ascendants is my upcoming descendants fic series centered around merlin academy. you can catch the first chapter of the first installment right here!

ADAM ST. ROSE

Fate : Become cursed to live as a beast & marry Belle. Face Claim : Maxwell Jenkins

ANA CRESTA

Legacy : Daughter of a Neverlandian mermaid. Face Claim : Daniela Avanzini

ARTHUR "ART" PENDRAGON II

Legacy : Son of King Arthur of Camelot. Face Claim : Joshua Bassett

ASTERIA CHARIS

Legacy : Adopted daughter of Erato, muse of lyrical poetry. Face Claim : Bailey Bass

AZRIEL INDIRA

Legacy : Son of the Blue Fairy. Face Claim : Omar Rudberg

BELLE BAPTISTE

Fate : Marry the beast king Adam & establish the United States of Auradon. Face Claim : Zoe Colletti

CASPIAN DELMAR

Legacy : Son of Arista, nephew to Ariel & Eric. Face Claim : Reece King

LYNN ORELLA

Fate : Become the all-powerful enchantress who curses Prince Adam. Face Claim : Choi Yunjin

CLAUDE FROLLO

Fate : Become the villainous archdeacon of Notre-Dame. Face Claim : Case Walker

CRUELLA DE VIL

Fate : Descend into madness and become a tyrannical heiress. Face Claim : Riele Downs

ELI LA BOUFF

Fate : Inherit his family's business and become a wealthy sugar baron. Face Claim : Maxwell Acee Donovan

EUGENE "FITZ" FITZHERBERT

Fate : Abandon his royal heritage and become the thief Flynn Rider. Face Claim : Aryan Simhadri

FINCH

Legacy : Illegitimate son of Robin Hood. Face Claim : Brandon Severs

GASTON LEGUME

Fate : Become an arrogant and selfish game hunter. Face Claim : Belmont Cameli

GRIMHILDE

Fate : Become the Evil Queen & stepmother to Snow White. Face Claim : Ariana Greenblatt

JAFAR

Fate : Become the scheming royal vizier of Agrabah. Face Claim : Jahed

KIRSTI LINDT

Legacy : Daughter of Anna & Kristoff, niece to Elsa. Face Claim : Shay Rudolph

LEAH ROSE

Fate : Marry King Stefan and give birth to Aurora. Face Claim : Dior GoodJohn

LOUIS FACILIER

Fate : Sell his own soul in exchange for the power of a Hodou bokor. Face Claim : Niles Fitch

MIMINA "MIMI" MIM

Legacy : Granddaughter of Mad Madam Mim. Face Claim : Avantika Vandanapu

MAI TREMAINE

Fate : Become the head of the house of Tremaine & become Cinderella's stepmother. Face Claim : Kang Haerin

MULAN FA

Fate : Defeat the Hun army and save the Imperial Kingdom. Face Claim : Zhou Xinyu

ODILE "ODIE" ARNAUD-CHRISTOPHE

Fate : Become an eccentric & benevolent Houdou priestess. Face Claim : Whitney Peak

SAM "SMEE" SMIEGEL

Fate : Serve as Captain Smith's boatswain and first loyal mate. Face Claim : Owen Joyner

STEFAN MOREAU

Fate : Marry Queen Leah & father Aurora. Face Claim : Kahlil Beth

URSULA

Fate : Become a fearsome sea witch. Face Claim : Chandler Kinney

ZEVON

Legacy : Son of Yzma. Face Claim : Charlie Bushnell

[ofviolentdeath]

Quick hint of new muses being added, bios coming...eventually~

Chrestos "Charlie": Oneiri, Bridget's twin brother

Larissa "Reece": Keres/Fae, Tass's daughter

Kiya: Keres/Caracal shifter, Tass's daughter

Dalton: Keres/Leopard shifter, Tass's son

Jules: Keres/Werewolf, Tass's daughter

Gabriel "Gabe": Wereliger, dating Dominic

Atlas: Erote/Keres/Wereliger, Gabe and Dominic's son

[beefrobeefcal]

I love your writing and am so excited to read more! Chubby!Frankie is so hot and feral 🖤 I want to make him a birthday cake just for him and watch him eat it on his birthday ❤️ Most of my thots are food themed so I'm excited to find this type of fic! Have a lovely day!

ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE!

Everyone enjoys a bit of cake... some enjoy more at a time than others - thank you, @neverwheremoonchild for your generous contribution to the THOT TANK!

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Happy Birthday, Frankie! Part 1

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader (Mouse!)

Summary: Frankie has his cake and eats it all.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 1,623

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut (alluded to), Belly Worship, Belly Stuffing, Oral (m-receiving), shirt popping, birthday nonsense

Author's Notes: Chubby!Frankie is a happy boy! Part 2 coming soon to a Beefro's Bistro near you!

Thank you @theywhowriteandknowthings for their time, energy & eyeballs - you're review is greatly appreciated!

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“So… what’s the verdict? A barbeque or are you going throw him a private party yourself?”, Hannah asked, wiggling her eyebrows at you from across the table.

You laughed and took another drink of your latte. “Not sure… I asked him and he didn’t give me a straight answer. But he was insistent that he get a Reece’s Pieces birthday cake.”

You had gone out shopping with Hannah, and the topic of Frankie’s birthday came up. Anytime it was one of the group’s special day, there was generally some sort of get together, and Hannah was the queen of party planning.

“Oh, Frankie… what are we going to do with him?”, Hannah mused. “How about we just take him to the bar and make they guys watch as we drink ourselves stupid?”

“Love that idea. I’ll tell him that because he didn’t answer, you and I planned something special for him – us! Drunk!”, you nodded with a big laugh.

By the time you got home, you’d worked over your bank account pretty well picking out birthday gifts for Frankie. As you were hiding your haul in the linen closet, you heard Frankie come in through the kitchen door from the garage.

“Mouse? You home, baby?”, he called out. You heard the fridge open and him open a beer.

You shoved the rest of the bags into the closet – you’d sort it out later – and skipped into the kitchen.

As you rounded the corner, you stopped and stared at Frankie. He was covered in grease and dirt… and was standing in your clean kitchen. Your eyes looked at the dirty foot prints on the floor and the finger smudges on your fridge.

Your face must have projected the internal screaming that blasted in your brain and Frankie held his hands up.

“Baby.”, he said, taking a step towards you with a cheeky glint is his eye. “Come and give me a kiss.”

Another step towards you. Your eyes widened and your jaw tightened, as you took a step back, knowing where this was going.

“Come here, princess.”, he smiled wryly. “Missed you, baby. Gimme a kiss.”

Another step to you. And another step back from him.

“Frankie… stop.”, you warned, swallowing thick. As much as you hated the mess, seeing Frankie dirty and sweaty from working in the garage did something to you. But you would not allow him to make a mess of you or your house right now!

He flashed you a bright smile, his hands in front beckoning you. “Pretty baby… just a little grime… come on, princess, come get dirty.”

He took a quick step towards you, and you hopped back and yelped, “Stop right now or no birthday cake!”

He stopped in his tracks and pouted, hands falling to his sides. “Aw, Mouse… don’t say that! I’m gonna clean it up!”

“You better, Francisco Morales!”, you shook a finger at him. “Or no cake.”

*****

It was here – Frankie’s birthday! You’d stay up late the night before to finish decorating his cake. You wanted it ready and waiting for him when he got up, as he insisted that “cake is for breakfast on your birthday”. It wasn’t a rule you followed for yours, but you would happily make sure Frankie got his wish.

You got up before he did and made your way to the kitchen to put up a few decorations. You had him for the day, and tonight, Benny had a fight. You’d all go to the bar to celebrate Frankie afterwards – it’s what Frankie wanted.

Once the final streamer was tacked up, you heard Frankie calling you from the bedroom.

“WHERE’S MY BIRTHDAY BLOWJOB?”, he yelled.

You barked out a laugh as you hopped down from the counter. “Coming right up, Frankie!”

You walked into your room and crawled onto the bed as Frankie laid back, lazily stroking his cock.

“Getting it all fired up for you, princess…”, he grunted, voice cracking with sleep. “Take your top off… wanna see your perfect tits.”

Not one to argue with a birthday boy, you straddled one of his thighs and took it off and shook your tits; Frankie groaned and reached out his free hand to grab one. “Oh fuck…”

“When we’re done here, I’ve got breakfast all ready for you, honey.”, you cooed, as you reached and took over stroking his cock.

Frankie sat up and grabbed the back of your neck, maneuvering you in position, then he gently began pushing your head down. Your open mouth took in his weeping, angry tip, and you rolled your tongue over it and sucked.

“If breakfast is what I think it is, then you need to get moving, princess.”

*****

After Frankie unloaded into your waiting mouth, and you both cleaned yourselves up, you had your hands over Frankie’s eyes as you navigated him to the kitchen.

“No peeking until I say so!”, you laughed, making sure his eyes were closed as you scampered to the other side of the kitchen table, and Frankie nodded, eyes covered.

“Okay, look!”

Frankie opened his eyes and scanned the table; a small pile of presents and a double-layered sheet cake that read, “Happy Birthday, Frankie Baby!” across it.

“Happy birthday, baby!”, you shouted as he came around to hug you.

*****

Frankie had opened his gifts while you sat with him. When he asked how big of a cake piece he should cut for himself, he just about fell off his chair when you informed him that the whole cake was his piece if he wanted it.

Good god, did you spoil him.

“You don’t have to eat it all-“

“I’m gonna.”, he interrupted with a grin as he rubbed his hands together.

Before he got to work, he went and changed into a different, looser pair of sweatpants, and then he dug in.

Just a few bites in, he had completely forgone cutting pieces off the cake and was now eating from the tray directly.

“Jesus, this is good, Mouse.”, he said with a full mouth before swallowing, and continued with a laugh. “Can you imagine if I was trying to lose weight and you made me stuff like this?”

You gave a little laugh and came around, standing next to him.

“How’re you doing, baby? Getting full?”, you asked teasingly as you rubbed his belly.

He put his hand on top of yours and smiled at you. “Nah, princess, don’t worry... got room for the rest.”

He went to take another bite, but you stopped him. “Frankie… I wanna try something. You know that button up shirt you have with the stain on it?”

He nodded as his grin grew on his face, knowing where you were going with this. He changed his shirt, and it was already a little tight over his tummy.

“Nice knowing ya, shirt!”, Frankie said as he went back to work.

Frankie sat back and sighed. A good portion of the cake was now causing wide gaps between the buttons and pulling the shirt taut across his belly.

“One of these better pop soon or I’m not gonna be able to finish. Getting pretty tight.”, he huffed, poking one the straining buttons.

“I guess it’s a well-made shirt.” You said as you leaned on the table, next to him. Your fingers danced over the exposed skin popping through. “Come on, baby. Get back to it.”

You got up and went to get him something to drink. You heard Frankie take a deep breath, then a few ping-ing sounds, then Frankie groan, “Thank fuck!”

You turned around to see that Frankie had popped two of the central buttons, and his belly had pushed out.

“Now I got more room.”, he said as he dove back into his cake.

By the time all the cake was in Frankie – minus some of the frosting that decorated his face – he was sitting back patting his taut belly.

The only button that remained on the shirt was the one that sat on his sternum. The rest were either on the floor or table.

“Fuck me, Mouse…”, Frankie tried to stifle a small burp. “I’m full.”

You’d pulled a chair up and sat next to him and your hands gently massaged his bloated tummy, feeling how solid it felt under your fingers.

“Oof, Frankie… your tummy’s solid.”, you gasped. “You feeling okay, honey?”

“M’fine… just full of cake… best thing to be on your birthday.”, he grinned as he patted his tummy.

He tried to stand up and winced, rubbing his packed stomach. “Fucking heavy, too. Oof.”

He stood to his full height, stretched his back and he looked adorable; he had a bedhead still and frosting on his face, and was wearing a shirt only held on with one button and low-slung sweatpants. The star of the show was his big tummy, framed by the white button up.

“How do I look? Like I’m ready to party?”, Frankie asked you with a wink and a grin.

“Oh boy, do you ever!”, you laughed, taking his had and tugging him to the den.

Frankie spent the rest of day on the couch. You spent the morning portion of his couch time sitting on his lap, rubbing and massaging his tummy, helping him deal with the heavy contents of his stomach.

“You having a good birthday so far?”, you asked as you finished his rub and patted his belly.

“Mmmmmyeah….”, Frankie moaned happily as his hands found your waist, eyes shut and feeling drowsy. “Got my dick sucked by a pair of beautiful lips, opened presents, loaded up on cake, wrecked a shirt, and got a tummy rub from this smoking hot woman sitting on my lap. I can’t ask for more.”

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TAGLIST:

@harryleatherfit @harriedandharassed @theywhowriteandknowthings @toxicanonymity

[do-it-for-the-fandom]

Pebbles

Fluffuly #3

He smoothed his thumb across the flat surface of the pebble in his hand. 

"Five," he said confidently. "And you owe me a kiss."

She laughed. "No way! Eight and I owe you a kiss," she countered.

"Okay, deal."

He stepped up to the edge of the lake, leant back and then pitched the stone toward the water.

They both watched as it skimmed the surface; bouncing once, twice, three times before sinking.

"Hmm, tough luck," she teased as she skipped toward him. She held out another pebble. "Six."

"And a kiss?"

She rolled her eyes before confirming. "And a kiss."

He flicked the stone and her jaw dropped in disbelief as she watched it bounce again and again - five, six, seven times - before sinking.

He turned back to face her, grin beaming brighter than ever before. 

She clicked her tongue as she shook her head. "You cheat," she accused.

"Nuh-uh."

"You pretended to be bad at this! You tricked me!"

He shrugged. "You didn't set any rules, I figured it was anything goes."

She shook her head disapprovingly, but her smile only brightened. 

"You're shameless," she said, taking a step closer to him. 

He took a step closer, too, almost closing the distance between them. His hands reached out for her, rested on her waist.

"Can't blame a guy for going after what he wants, right?"

He pulled her closer and she placed her hands on his chest, running her fingertip along the v-notch stitching of his sweater.

"I guess not."

She smiled and brought her hand up to cup his face, pulling him in for a slow, tender and loving kiss. She took her time, savoured the moment as his hands explored.

"Eww!" 

They pulled away from each other and turned in the direction of the three familiar voices. Lily, Jake and Reece stood atop the crest of the small hill behind the lake, giggling at their parent's 'icky' display of affection.

"Sorry," Alexis called out as she led her siblings down the slight slope. "The boys were ready to come find you. And Lily wants to show you the dance routine we've been working on."

"That's okay," Kate said with a smile. "We were just about to head back, anyway."

"Daddy, me and 'Lexis baked cookies!" Jake said excitedly as Castle lifted the boy onto his shoulders. 

Reece tugged on Kate's hand. "And we made robots out of cereal boxes!"

"Wow, they've sure kept you busy!" Castle mused; part amused, part apologetic.

Alexis nodded.

"Yeah, if you guys are going to keep sneaking off to make out, I'm going to have to start charging," she joked... kind of. 

I know nothing about stone skipping. I tried once as a kid... my stone sunk immediately and I was too ashamed to ever try again (they make it look so easy in the movies). So I feel like seven skips is pretty impressive. If it's not, please just humour me. 😂😂Thanks.

[space3cho]

E. What is their love language? (Reece, Cygnus, Devon)

Reece - Physical Touch. They are a very physically affectionate person. Giving hugs, holding hands, leaning against people, letting others lean against them, etc. (they do of course respect boundaries)

Cygnus - Gifts. Giving and Receiving. What really shows that he cares, or that you care, is when a gift is given at a time that isn't expected (like on a random Tuesday and not on a birthday) and doesn't feel like it was some sort of after thought.

Devon - (answered here )

[full-gearhq]

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[seolinah]

under the cut are muses/test muses i wouldn't mind using (especially in f/f things); like this and i'll write you a starter (might be short, might not be) based on something on your wishlist -- lmk if you have a preference or it'll be random!

ALEXANDRA “ALEX” THAO. 44. filmmaker. she/her. bisexual. (fc: maggie q)

ALISHA MURPHY. 39. general practitioner. she/her. witch (supernatural verse). bisexual. (fc: billie piper)

ANDROMÉDA OSORIO. 49. mafia boss & owner of black smoke club. demon (supernatural verse). she/her. bisexual. (fc: marisol nichols)

ANELE JACOBS. 40. enforcer & former musician. she/her. immortal (supernatural verse). bisexual. (fc: gugu mbatha-raw)

BEATRICE TURNER. 31. gang leader. she/her. bisexual. (fc: laura harrier)

BELINDA WEN. 26. musician. she/her. bisexual. (fc: havana rose liu)

BILLIE SELLE. 30. chef. she/her. bisexual. (fc: olivia swann)

CALLIOPE EVANS. 34. inn manager. she/her. bisexual. (fc: candice patton)

CASSANDRA HEIDRICH. 35. horoscope writer. she/her. bisexual (fc: vanessa kirby)

CLARA PRICE. 26. flight attendant. she/her. bisexual. (fc: madelyn cline)

CORA HONG. 29. podcast host. she/her. demisexual. (fc: kim go-eun)

FLORENCE FITZGERALD. 31. casino owner & gang leader. she/her. bisexual. (fc: brianne howey)

FREJA RENDAHL. 39. queen & witch (fantasy verse) / ceo. she/her. bisexual. (fc: rebecca ferguson)

HARLOW WALSH. 29. dishwasher. she/her. bisexual. (fc: maia mitchell)

HWA YU-MI. 32. author & tv personality. she/her. bisexual. (fc: seo yeji)

JANE GUTIERREZ. 32. medical examiner. she/her. bisexual. (fc: melissa barrera)

KIM JOO WON. 31. assassin (crime verse) / martial arts instructor . she/her. bisexual.

LAURA BEZZERRA. 35. cartoonist. she/her. bisexual. (fc: isis valverde)

MELANIE PARK. 42. horror tour guide. she/her. bisexual. (fc: song jihyo)

PRESLEY HOLMES. 30. petty criminal & motel front desk clerk. she/her. bisexual. (fc: samara weaving)

PRISCILLA LEIGH. 39. fbi agent. she/her. bisexual. (fc: kate siegel)

RORY BAXTER. 30. cashier & former drug dealer. she/her. bisexual. (fc: jodie comer)

SAWYER REECE. 41. ex-con & mechanic. she/her. bisexual. (fc: lauren cohan)

SINN CHAIROT. 30. assassin. she/her. bisexual. (fc: davika hoorne)

TASMIN ABEL. 40. waitress. she/her. bisexual. (fc: jessica alba)

VALERIE MA. 27. reality star & influencer. she/her. bisexual. (fc: chase sui wonder)

[lumiereandcogsworth]

Tell me about Maurice being a grandpa :3 *rests chin in hands* Does he spoil his grandkids? Is he ever strict with them? Is he a Fun Grandpa? Does he give them sweets? Are any of them interested in art, and if so, does he teach them anything? What's his favorite activities to do with them?

pépère maurice my beloved!!!!!!

does he spoil his grandkids? ABSOLUTELY. he is putty in those kiddos’ hands lmao. he just adores them so much. he’s always loved children (and would have loved to have many more with his beloved maria🥲). he sees them the same way belle does: just loves how they think, how free their minds are, how big their imaginations can get. so of COURSE he is enamored with his own grandchildren. he loves sketching them, they become his new little muses :”) and of course, he can’t help but see belle in them in all sorts of ways. renée’s curiosity, juliette’s kindness, maurice’s insane amount of energy. he loves his family more than anything in the world! and he’d give the world to them, if he could.

is he ever strict with them? mostly about his studio, yeah. they learn from a very early age not to touch pépère’s art or supplies, especially when he starts painting official portraits for royals and aristocrats !! but he still shares a lot with them, and adores when they visit him and draw things while he paints 🥺

is he a Fun Grandpa? i’d say so!! the kiddos do have a nanny (colette!💖) but if mama and papa are busy, they do prefer to be watched by maurice. he’s always making up games and telling stories and making silly illustrations based on their own imaginations. he also teaches them plenty of crafts and things, so it’s always a fun time with pépère <3

does he give them sweets? pshsjsjsjd of course he does. he sneaks biscuits and treats and candies from the kitchen all the time (he’s sneakier than adam, who usually gets caught and scolded by mrs. potts lmao) and then he’ll just have treats in his pockets when the kiddos stop by >:3

are any of them interested in art, and if so, does he teach them anything? i think his grandson maurice (reece) is most into art, he’s got the natural talent that his grandfather has. all of them enjoy it at a young age to varying degrees though. but i think the pair of maurice’s spend the most time together in his studio :”) i can definitely see maurice teaching his grandson different paint and sculpting techniques, as well as mechanics for clocks and music boxes. reece is a scientist at heart though, so i think ultimately art is just a passing hobby for him. he’s the type of guy that’s lowkey talented at a lot of things because he tries (and gets good at) a lot of things. it’s the ADHD lmao.

what’s his favorite activities to do with them? crafts !!! he loves just Creating with them. they all have such different imaginations and ideas, all bits and pieces of their mother’s mind while still all their own. whether it’s in his studio or in another room or outside, he loves getting quality time with them and just making things. like paper lanterns or silly hats! or art that he can decorate his room with. (you KNOW his chambers are just covered with art by them 🥺🥺) - he also just loves being outside and watching them play/playing with them. he loves his little doves :”3

[haleendhq]

𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 — nestled around the boroughs of london, hale end apartment complexes have been popping up since the late 1900s. with various locations all over and having been newly updated and renovated, management hopes to attract all walks of life. 

hale end is a 21+ slice-of-life, plotless, discord-based roleplay, focused on the tenants living in apartment complexes owned by a fictional landlord company. we aim to create a close-knit community by developing original characters through plot drops, connections, and events.

NOW OPEN! ACCEPTING APPLICATIONS!

rules

› overall, be kind. this goes without saying. › ooc drama and cliquey behaviour will not be tolerated. ic drama =/= ic drama. please try your best to interact and plot with everyone. › muns, muses, & faceclaims must be 21+. we will allow a +/- 5 year age bend, save for fc's that are 21; if the fc is 21, the muse but be 21. we will have a muse limit of three. at least one of those three must be diverse in some way. you may apply for two muses to start with, and the third after a week's activity.

banned faceclaims

› anyone deceased, under 21 years old or who has asked not to be used to roleplay. › political figures & royalty; › cole sprouse; › danna paola; › hadid sisters; › harry styles; › the jenners / kardashians; › timothee chalamet.

application

˚✧ — ( fc name, fc age, muse age, gender, pronouns )

welcome to hale end apartments, MUSE NAME ! here are your keys to your new unit ! i hear you can come off a little 2 NEGATIVE TRAITS, but you’re 2 POSITIVE TRAITS once people get to know you. your friends say you remind them of 3 - 5 AESTHETICS. please remember to be courteous and try not to blast SONG by ARTIST late into the night. welcome and we’re glad to have you here ! ( name/alias, age, pronouns, timezone )

apply here !

taken faceclaims

› adria arjona; › andré lamoglia; › ben chilwell; › bridget satterlee; › dua lipa; › jacob elordi; › kaia gerber; › lucian laviscount; › madison pettis; › mason gooding; › mason mount; › oliver stark; › peach prc; › reece king; › ryan manick; › zoey deutch.

[crusheswhimsandfancies]

Mr Warren fic below the cut. Be warned - it’s explicit! Not for minors! 

Mr Warren had her right where he wanted her. She was laid naked on the rack, arms tied above her head. Her legs were spread, bent at the knees and shackled at the ankles. She surveyed him walking around her, shivering with anticipation about where he might touch her. She was positioned at the perfect height to observe his tightly buttoned torso as he deliberated, looking from her to his table of toys and back again. His long, wavy locks tickled her bare skin each time he lowered his head to kiss her; on her stomach, her hip, her inner thigh… oh god she was aching for him to move closer between her legs. She couldn’t move much. He had bound her securely but comfortably, checking with her that the shackles weren’t too tight. She wanted his touch, his fingers inside her, his mouth all over her body. She was on fire for him and he’d barely even started. 

He lowered his lips level with her ear and spoke in the silkiest voice imaginable. “Didst thou cavort with the devil?”

Her breathing hitched at the sound of his voice and she managed to make a small nod. 

Slow and smooth, he spoke again. “Art thou filled with wicked thoughts?”

She could only murmur her assent. 

In a whisper now, he played with every syllable. “Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?”

“Oh Reece, you know that drives me wild!”

“Tut tut, wench!” He replied, dangerously quiet. “It is ‘Mr Warren’, to you. I know not this ‘Reece’ of whom you speak.” 

“Sorry!” She smirked. “I couldn’t help—“

“Shhh,” he  whispered softly and placed his forefinger gently on her lips. 

She loved that he had the ability to maintain his character. As she was musing over his many talents he slid two fingers inside her. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, relishing the sensation of his fingers fucking her. While she lay quivering with delight and desperate for more, he stopped, licked his lips devilishly, then placed the tip of his index finger to his teeth as he perused his table of toys. His hand moved down, fingering lightly over handcuffs, feathers, a blindfold, a riding crop. Arriving at the nipple clamps, he paused as though weighing his options, then picked them up.

He lay the two clamps on her stomach. They were attached together with a delicate metal chain which felt cold against her flushed skin. He rolled her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs and they stood obediently to attention; she sighed her approval. He attached the clamps to her nipples, tentatively allowing them to close, all the while surveying her face with microscopic precision, only wishing to prescribe the required dose of pleasurable pain. She did not dare speak lest she utter his real name again but an approving moan escaped her lips. 

His fingers returned to their welcome place between her thighs, this time circling her clitoris, she was slick, swollen and ready for his touch. With his other hand he gave the attached chain a small tug, leaving her utterly breathless. He tended to her diligently, each of his hands eager in its task, causing waves of pleasure to build deep in her core. Completely at his mercy, she looked up into his face, beautifully framed by long, dark curls. As he brought her to orgasm, his penetrating blue eyes narrowed into a cat-like smile. 

He unfastened her ankles and ran his warm, soft hands down the insides of her thighs. She thrilled at his touch in this vulnerable position, her nerve endings sensitive from her orgasm. He gently removed the clamps, released her wrists and held her hands as he helped her sit up. She could finally run her fingers through his curls and kiss his plump, pouty lips. He held her head tenderly as they kissed and nuzzled for a moment. She felt completely blissed out, her legs dangling over the edge of the rack as he stood in front of her, fixing her with his baby blues. 

Eventually she spoke. “Mr Warren, it appears that we have some unfinished business to attend to.” She set about unfastening his trousers and grasped his throbbing cock. He held her eye contact, smiling and spoke softly. “Then open up and let the devil in.” Standing between her open thighs he pushed himself inside her. Catching their breath, they held still for a moment, her legs wrapped tightly around his body. She held onto his shoulders, feeling the soft, warm leather of his tunic with her hands as the metal buttons from his neck to pelvis pressed into her front. His breathing turned to growling in her ear as his pace quickened. Neither of them able to maintain it for long, he allowed himself his release, holding tightly onto her. 

He let go only to grab his cloak from the other table, wrapped her gently in it and kissed her. She sat being cradled by him for a moment. 

“Come on,” he said gently. “We ought to go, before anyone comes.”

“True.” She hopped down and dressed quickly, back into her jeans and jumper. “We don’t need anyone else coming in here.”

“Exactly. Just a devil and a whore.” He gave her a quick eyebrow raise and a smile. 

“Why don’t you bring the costume home?” She suggested coyly. “Now that you’ve finished filming, I mean. It might come in useful for Halloween… or something.”