#shh don't tell adam

[the-professional-cocomeloner]

handy guide for drawing everyone's favorite Dominion

[amathslutsguidetofandom]

I have something fluffy to give you🥰🩷

Bucky sees Single Mom!Reader at the local grocery store and Bucky being the gentleman he is offers to help her with her crying baby🥺

"Guess I'm Just Good With Them"

PAIRINGS: James "Bucky" Barnes x SingleMom!Reader

WARNINGS: Bucky being good with babies.

WORD COUNT: 867

*not proof-read*

ENJOY!

"Leila, honey. I know, but- Shh, shh," you pull your cart over to sit next to the toy aisle as you bounce your, now wailing, one-year-old girl on your arm.

"My love, I know, I know. But we gotta keep quiet," you wince as you feel the glares of the other ongoing shoppers on you and your child.

Being a single mom has its ups and downs, the ups are the highlights of your life. Witnessing the mini-you walk for the first time, saying "mama" for the first time, seeing her give you that gummy smile you love so much.

The others aren't your defining lows, but they hover in that range. The late nights, the screams, the tantrums, the picky eating. You had to do it yourself because your ass of an ex left you immediately when you said that you were pregnant.

"Leila, baby. Mama doesn't know what you want, honey," you have tried everything, but your girl wouldn't calm down to anything and nothing works. Your anxiety just increases as the number of glares doesn't stop rising.

You're on the verge of tears when suddenly you feel a tap on your shoulder.

"Ma'am, do you need some help?" a rough voice says behind you.

You turn and see this big, broad man with this sheepish look on his face, and the bluest eyes.

"I- uh," you stutter unsure what to do, you can't randomly dump your baby on some random stranger.

He shifts his weight from side to side, looking at your baby with a small smile. Leila whines harder and it slightly pierces your ears, you cringe and bounce her quicker than before.

The man picks out a Piglet stuffed animal from the toy aisle and shakes it in front of Leila. Her wail quiets down, and she reaches for the stuffed cartoon character.

Soon, it's just her flushed puffy face and dried tears on her cheeks as she holds the toy close.

"I-oh my god, thank you," you tell the stranger, he gives a tight-lipped smile and nods at your words.

"I can hold on to her and follow you around, while you do your shopping," he suggests, and you hesitate slightly but give in eventually knowing that this won't go anywhere if you don't take action now.

You hand Leila to the man, and he softly coos at the little girl. Leila seems fascinated by his gold and dark green metal arm.

"What's her name?" he asks, looking at you. "Oh uh, Leila," you say, pulling your cart closer to you. "And your's?" You blink at his question, before offering your with a timid voice.

"I'm James," he smiles softly.

-----

You finally paid for everything in your cart, and the tension in your shoulders seems to ease at the idea of you finally being able to get home.

Putting everything in the trunk of your car was easily done, with the weight of your child in James' arms.

Turning back to James, you see Leila still holding the stuffed Piglet.

"Leila, no, we didn't pay for that," you try to reach for the toy, but your stubborn little girl refuses to budge.

James chuckles, and he shakes his head, "it's alright, I paid for it. She can have it."

You're silent.

You're gobsmacked.

Did this man, this random stranger buy your child a toy?

That's more than your ex ever did.

"I-huh?-wha- James, you didn't have to do that," you quickly reach for your wallet, adamant about paying him back.

He grabs your wrist with one hand, his metal one carrying a tired Leila, "really, you don't have to."

You sigh and smile tiredly at him.

Sometimes, you underestimate the kindness of strangers. And as a single mom, you really are grateful for anything that comes your way.

You take Leila back into your arms and she's whipped. She immediately finds comfort in your arms and closes her eyes.

"Well, I guess we should get going."

Why did you say it like that?

Why did you say it like you didn't want to leave yet?

Like you didn't want to leave him yet.

You can see a sadness flash through James's face as he nods slowly, "yes, guess I should go too."

You both nod but remain standing at the Walmart parking lot.

"I should really go," you nod your head over your shoulder.

He nods as well.

As you turn to leave, he calls out your name.

"Is there a chance that I could grab your number?" He scratches the back of his neck. "I would like to see you and Leila again."

You blush at his words.

He wants to see you again?

You nod slightly and type your number into his flip-phone, you laughed when he first pulled it out.

You chuckle unable to wrap your mind around the idea of this gorgeous man wanting to ask for your number, "I still don't have a clue on how you managed to get her to quiet down back in there."

He laughs lightly and saves your name with a small heart next to it, you don't have to know that he did that. "Guess I'm just good with them."

💌💌💌

ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS PROMPT, BABES!!!

Bucky + children = me being super horny

I just wanna have a life, where this man is really 😩😩

Till' then

Stay Coquette-y,

Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀

[dumbslvtforethan]

OH MY GOSH GIRL IVE A IDEA‼️ Idk if this makes sense but since Ethan gives kinda vampire vibes with his vampire teeth etccc how about Ethan vampire w reader girlfriend and she’s on her period and Ethan eats her out cause blood yk?

oct 1st 𝜗𝜚 RED STAINED SHEETS ethan landry

warnings menstrual blood, smut, no p in v 796 words

YOU'RE BOYFRIEND'S A VAMPIRE, and whenever you were on your period, he would go feral.

You're lying on the couch, curled up in a blanket as your period makes itself known. You're bloated, crampy, and just plain miserable. Ethan walks into the room, his eyes immediately settling on you. He smiles, his sharp fangs glinting in the light. "Sweetheart, why didn't you tell me you were in pain?" He crouches down in front of you, his brow furrowed in concern. "Can I help?" He leans in, inhaling deeply, his nostrils flaring as he scent your blood. You blush, hesitating before nodding. "It's... it's just my period. I'm crampy and... you know." Ethan's face lights up, his eyes gleaming with interest. "Oh, baby, that's perfect."Ethan gathers you into his arms and carries you to the bedroom, gently laying you down on the bed. He starts to massage your lower belly, his hands warm and soothing. "Ethan, what are you...?" You trail off as he begins to kiss your stomach, his lips soft and gentle. "Shh, just relax, love," he murmurs against your skin. His kisses slowly move downward, his hands guiding your thighs apart. He nuzzles against your curls, inhaling deeply. "Mmm, your blood... it's intoxicating."His tongue flicks out, parting your folds and delving into your core. You gasp, the sensation both foreign and exhilarating. Ethan moans against you, his arms wrapping around your thighs to keep you in place. "Ethan... it's... it's messy..." "I don't care, baby. I'll lick you clean." Ethan's tongue laps at your folds, lapping up the blood and period fluid. He moans, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. You squirm, feeling both embarrassed and turned on by his enthusiasm. "Ethan, really... it's gross..." You protest weakly, but your body arches into his mouth, seeking more of his skilled licks. Ethan looks up at you, his face glistening with your blood and juices. "Nothing about you is gross, my love." He dives back in, his tongue curling up to suckle gently at your entrance. He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows your blood. His lips and tongue work magic, sending waves of pleasure through your sensitive body. Your legs start to tremble, your back arching off the bed. "Ethan! Oh god, Ethan!" You cry out, your hands fisting in the blankets as your orgasm crashes over you. Ethan continues his assault, prolonging your pleasure with gentle licks and suckles. He laps up your release, savoring the taste of your blood mixed with your arousal. As you start to come down, he slowly kisses his way back up your body, his face a mess of your fluids. You look at him, your face flushing with embarrassment. "Ethan, I'm so sorry... you're all... messy." He grins, his fangs stained with your blood. "I told you, baby, I don't mind. In fact..."He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. "I think I'd like to make an even bigger mess..."

-@dumbslvtforethan on tumblr

a/n: saw this request and thought it was perfect for kinktober so here i am, also, im in my edward cullen era so

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[honeyscara]

❝ You're a reason ❞ – Chuuya. N

| Stormbringer | includes spoilers

Synopsis: comforting chuuya after the police officer was killed.

Content: fluff, gender neutral reader

-800 words

You were standing with Adam and Shirase, staring at Chuuya who was sitting on top of a very tall building.

Minutes ago, his older brother, Verlaine had killed murase, a detective in front of Chuuya. Chuuya was still in shock. His brain had short-circuited at the sight of his brother killing so many people so dear to him. He blamed himself because of what Verlaine did but he couldn’t do anything.

He felt so guilty. He couldn't save them. His mind kept replaying the same images over and over again. Lippmann's dead body falling from the car, albatross, iceman, piano man, and Doc's bodies in the pool hall where they met for the first time and the officer who was killed in front of him.

You couldn't just stand there. You had to talk to Chuuya. So you used your ability to reach the top of the building where Chuuya was.

"wait where are you going?!" you heard Adam yell but you ignored him.

Once you reached the top of the building you walked over to where Chuuya was sitting. He was sitting on the edge with his head in his hands and his feet were dangling off the side of the building. You sat next to him and placed your hand on his shoulder.

"oh..it's you" He looked up, surprised to see you there. You noticed tears in his eyes and that made you feel terrible.

"It's not your fault chuuya.." you said softly.

He didn't reply back and just looked down at the city below. You've never seen him cry before. He always acted like nothing bothered him but deep down it did. He was just a kid, like you. You felt terrible for him. He shouldn't be blaming himself because of what happened. It's not his fault. It's Verlaine's.

You took his hands in yours and held it tightly. "everything's gonna be okay."

"w-why?" he questioned, still looking down, his voice soft and vulnerable.

"W-Why did they have to die.." his voice cracked as he tried to remain composed in front of you.

"shh it's okay you can cry..just let it all out" You said softly, rubbing circles with your thumbs on his hands. He looked up at you, tears rolling freely down his cheeks now.

Suddenly he hugged you. You gasped in surprise at the sudden closeness but hugged him back. Tears began flowing freely again, staining your shirt. He gripped onto your shirt and you embraced him tightly and patted his back.

"It's okay I'm here" You comforted him while he cried.

After a few minutes, he stopped crying and pulled away from you. He averted his gaze from you feeling embarrassed.

"I won't tell anyone about this" You smiled and reassured him.

"look here," you said wiping his tears away with your thumb. A red blush dusted his cheeks at this action, and he blushed furiously.

"I don't want Verlaine to kill you too," he said in a shaky voice.

"Huh?" You were confused.

"He said he would kill anyone that would give me a reason to stay in Yokohama ....and you're one of the reasons why..." he said quietly while fidgeting with his fingers.

"what do you mean?" You asked innocently.

"It means I like you, idiot," he said exasperatedly. Then he turned away to hide his face which was bright red.

Your heart fluttered at his sudden confession. Your mind went blank for a moment. Did he say it or were you imagining it?

"oh... I-" you were still processing what he'd just said when he leaned in and kissed you.

When he pulled away you were still in a daze. You didn't know how to react to what he had just done. When you finally snapped out of your daze, he was looking at you, waiting for your response. The look in his eyes was so gentle and genuine.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't.." he began

You pecked him on the lips and smiled softly at him. "don't apologize next time"

His face lit up and his lips curved upwards into a smile. Suddenly, the two of you heard a loud voice coming from behind. You both froze at the sound and looked behind to see Adam.

"Master Chuuya finally confessed!!!" Adam yelled, clearly excited.

"What the hell man, Give me some privacy and stop calling me that!!" he shouted and tried to cover his burning face but Adam was already grinning at him and taking pictures. Chuuya glared at him while his face turned pink.

Chuuya was still embarrassed being caught by Adam but you were smiling brightly and laughing softly.

"if you two are done can we go back to discussing our plan about killing Verlaine?" another person said from behind Adam. It was shirase.

"why the hell are you here too?!" chuuya yelled

I had to write one stormbringer fic cause chuuya went through a lot. I just wished he had someone on whom he could rely and show his true emotions.

I might write a full length fic of this too. I had started one but I'm currently writing a lot so that's on hold.

[luimagines]

Ahahaha… erm- perhaps?

getting caught (kissing/being romantic with) their crush or S/O? By the rest of the chain of course😇

Ily🫶 if not a taken request, than some food for excellent thought 🥰

Yes!!!! You got it Anti! I'm going full menece!!

Masterlist

Part 1 will include Wild, Four and Hyrule.

Content under the cut!

Wild

"Do you think anyone is going to find us here?" You whispered, holding onto the hand of your boyfriend.

He snorted and shook his head. "Not a chance."

He had the kind of confidence that, were you anyone else, would quickly gather that it was foreshadowing. However, since you weren't willing to read between the lines the universe was trying to send you, you happily held onto his hand a little tighter and continued following him where ever he led you.

"So where are we going anyway?" You swung your conjoined hands and rested your head on his shoulder.

"Hmmm.... I don't know!"

"Link!"

"I just wanted to spend time with you... alone. Is that so much to ask?" Wild laughs, poking your forehead gently.

You huff and puff but you can't find it in yourself to be mad. He was such a sweetheart that it was hard to bother with any sort of annoyances. "Do you have a plan?"

"I just wanted to love on you." He laughs, pulling you closer and kissing your cheek. His arms keep you in an iron grip. Even though you try to push yourself away to get in a more comfortable angle, he's adamant in keeping you right where you are.

"Hey!" You laugh back, try to move away. "That's not fair! I wasn't ready!"

"Well I was. Should have been paying more attention." He smirks, trailing his kisses from the innocent spots on your face to a more heated location.

It's starts off chaste. A peck on the lips, a caress of your cheek- gentle repositioning of your hair- then he shifts. You find your back against the wall of the rock beside you. Wild kisses your chin, your jaw, trialing heated kisses to you neck.

"Link-"

"Ahem!"

You jump out of your skin, blood freezing in your veins as your stomach drops to the floor.

Wild gently drops his head to your shoulder, not bother to look up. "So we've been caught."

"No kidding." Sky tries his best to keep his face neutral. A slight blush begins to seep through his defenses, much to everyone's chagrin. "...Um.... We were looking for you."

"What?" Wild looks up finally, disbelief on his face. "Impossible. We haven't even been gone for more than fifteen minutes."

Sky coughs a bit, shuffling on his feet. "Bad timing on your part then. You were asked for the second you left, I guess."

Wild deadpans before turning around, kissing you square on the lips once more. "We'll continue where we left off another time."

You feel breathless and dizzy. You nod. Are you embarrassed or charmed? Horrified or smitten? Sky certainly wants to erase the past ten seconds from his mind.

Wild takes your hand, lookin victorious. "Let's go."

Four

"Follow me. Quickly." Four took your hand and begin dragging you along without any forewarning.

You stumbled after him, trying your hardest to keep up with his faster (and shorter) strides. "Wait, wait, wait, where are we going?"

"Shh!" Four put a finger to his lip, pulling you aside and into a dark alley way. He looked around the corner, as if checking if you were being followed before he relaxed. "Alright. This way."

"Four-!" He started pulling you away again, but at a much slower pace, merely walking to where it was he had in mind. "Link. Can you tell me what this is about? Is there anything I should be made aware of?"

"Nope!" Four grinned, stepping aside and gesturing to a small shop on the corner. "Just wanted to treat my sweet to something."

Your heart flutters and you can't help but smile. "So you had to capture me like a runaway criminal?"

"It was that or have eight other busy bodies with nothing better to do breathing down our necks."

You grin and bend down to kiss his cheek. Four beams and leads you into the shop. You both order something small to eat and warm drink, quickly securing spot by the window where you both could sit in peace.

"How did you find this place anyway? Have you been here before?" You ask Four, putting you hands on the table and lean close to him.

Four snorts and shakes his head. "I passed it while we were gathering information yesterday. I figure it would be nice to get away for a little bit."

"I doubt it would be for long." You grin but reach over to take his hand. "But thank you, I already love it."

Four grins and holds your hand gently, pulling it close to leave a tender kiss on your knuckles. "Let's make the most of it then."

A worker comes around with both of your orders and places them in front of you. Not about to be blocked by food of all things, Four moves from his spot in front of you to sit beside you instead.

You both grin, thanking the lady before going right back to looking at each other. The woman doesn't say much.

Before you both know it, you're both giggling, whispering sweet nothing about each other. Your sharing stories, compliments, kisses, innocent touches. Before you know it your lips are on his and your hands are in his hair.

Someone taps on the glass window next you.

You both jump and look over.

The entire chain is there.

You explode in a blush and look away hiding your face. Four glares at them and makes a rude gesture. You think you hear some of them laughing from the other side.

You can never show your face again. This is it, you're done for.

Four kisses once more for good measure. "Can't have anything in Hyrule."

Hyrule

You had managed to sneak away with Hyrule for a little time alone. It wasn't for anything special.

You both were lying on your backs in the grass next to each other. Between you, your hands were laced together. You rolled over and smiled, looking at your boyfriends features in silence.

His eyes were closed and he looked peaceful. If it weren't for the fact that he smiles softly when you rolled over, you could have sworn he was sleeping.

"Hey." You called out softly.

Hyrule opened his eyes and rolled over to look at you as well. "Yes?"

"I love you." You whispered, unable to keep the smile off of your face. Your impulses are rewards when you see his ears twitch as he flushes softly.

He grins after a beat and reaches over with his free hand, carding it through your hair softly and tucking it away form your face. He brings your hands up and kisses your knuckles, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "I love you too."

"I know." You whisper again and scoot closer.

Hyrule lets go of your hand and moves his arm to cushion your head as move closer. His arm wraps around your shoulders, tracing lazy nonsensical patterns on your back. His other stay by your face, running his fingertips over your cheek with light butterfly touches.

It's so soft. Your heart feels as if it's about to burst with affection.

You lean up, aiming to kiss him before he can move away. You get close. Your hand entangles itself into his hair as you angle him a little to the side to make it easier on yourself. Your breathes begin to mingle with his. Your lips are only a hairbreadth away from contact.

"Found them!"

You jolt away from each other, faces aflame.

Wind tilts his head, jogging to where you both were. "What are you doing?"

"NothINg!" Your voice cracks and you cough to clear it. "You startled us."

Hyrule ruffles his hair, sitting up with a disgruntled look on his face. "Did they send you to look for us?"

"You snuck off again." Wind pouts.

"Did not!" You fire back. "It hasn't even even thirty minutes!"

Wind rolls his eyes but turns around to leave. Sure enough, you can already hear the footsteps of the rest of the group making their way towards your location, no doubt wondering if there was anything they needed to do. Heal, lecture, defend- ect...

You turn around, kissing Hyrule's cheek before they can get closer. "Another time."

Hyrule smiles boyishly at you, ignoring the questioning looks from the upcoming boys. "I'll be waiting then."

Part 2

[corgiplays]

@minafeu I blame you lovingly.

Little synopsis: Chloe is bonkers and kills King Beast brutally to prepare Auradon as the perfect gift for Red.

⚠️Trigger Warning ⚠️ Blood, guts, gore, and the illusion to possible cannibalism (?)

King Adam, or really former king, his son is currently at the seat of the throne wherever he is, was a tyrant. No matter how much he tries to paint Bridget as some crazed tyrant of Wonderland he takes the cake.

To talk about what's her's like she's the scum of the earth, Chloe had half a mind to just kill him there in her parents meeting room. But Chloe Grace Charming was taught better, she knew how to dismantle a kingdom from the inside, fear.

"I still do not understand why you haven't killed the bastard yet." The spectral wolf person says as they float next to Chloe who's hanging on a windowsill, rain battering the dark leather jacket she has on.

"Patients, there is a reason why we're waiting and you know it." Chloe snaps. To anyone else it would look like she's talking to nothing, but herself. For the last eight years Chloe has seen this wolf, it guides her, tells her stuff she wouldn't have noticed, telling her when someone is moving in on what's her's. She shakes herself as the last servant leaves Adam's study, leaving the "king" alone. Chloe climbs up higher to where a window, just high enough for the beast to not spot her shadow in the moonlight.

The window creeks in time with thunder as Chloe slips in, clicking the window shut behind herself and slinking into the shadows. Chloe remembers learning about the beast's curse, how he still has heighten sense and the strength of a beast left enough though he was cured making close combat a problem.

Chloe slipped from shadow to shadow, staying downwind as she moved behind Adam. Chloe's hand reaches for the danger on her side, grasping the cool black metal with a red hilt in her hand as she takes a step closer.

Torture him.

Make him suffer.

The wolf's animalistic voice whispers into her ears, curling around her soul as she lunges stabbing Adam just right before where his cervical spine ends. His body goes ridged and falls onto his desk with a thump.

Chloe walks around to the front of the desk with a sinister smile as she watches Adam try to move any part of his body.

"It's pointless, I severed your cervical spine just so were you can still breath, but not move." Chloe practically snarled as she crouches down to Adam's head.

"You're insane!" Adam snarls back, his body immobile as Chloe drags him from the desk with surprising strength.

"No, I'm not. You're the false king who wants to wage war with Wonderland again. Isn't one lose enough for you?" Chloe snaps holding the king by his hair. Something about her was unnatural to him, the way she moved and spoke was like there was an echo that followed her voice. Chloe took her dagger back out, and stabbed the king above his sternum, the dagger slicing through the fat and muscle like butter as Adam gasps and tries to yell before Chloe covers his mouth with a bloody hand.

"Shh, you don't feel anything you're spine is severed remember." Her voice has a surprisingly amount of sincerity as the crack of thunder and the snapping of his rib echo at the same time.

By the time Chloe finishes breaking away Adam's ribs from his sternum the false king is barely conscious, his heart exposed and beating weakly as Chloe wonders around his office leaving bloody hand prints on various pieces of furniture.

"Oh Adam, I wonder if anyone will miss a beast like you." Chloe rasps out loud as the king tries glaring at her. "Your kingdom will be the perfect engagement gift for my girl." Chloe says with a smirk as she crouches back in front of Adam tiliting his chin to look at her.

Adam's last breath is taken staring into possibly glowing eyes before any life leaves him.

Take his heart.

The wolf's tone is convincing as Chloe pulls the heart out with ease, the light of the moon peaking in the night sky.

---

That morning the news is buzzing with fear and conspiracies.

King Adam Found Dead

His body found cut open, ribs pulled out, heart missing, and intestines hanging out while his body was nailed to a wall in his study.

The kingdom plunges into irrational fear while the Charming's sit in silence when hearing the news, they know exactly who killed the king...

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Size Kink ft Gojo (part 3)

"Love you too, sweetheart. So so much. Love you always and forever." And just like that your the sweet moment is over. Satoru straightens, selfishly begins to inch between your wet spasming walls. Juices pooling at your entrance, sliding down his monster cock, unfortunately helpin him glide till he's in all the way; presses nice and firm against your tender gspot. He slowly slides out to push in over and over. You damn near make him deaf from the pitch of your wordless shrieks, pauses in fear of pushin you to far. But you whine, pullin him to you. Satoru doesnt waste a second fuckin back into you. There's more force behind this stroke sure but he's still stunned when you cum a second time just from him pushin to the hilt. "Christ, woman. Shhh, y/n. Shh. Calm down, its okay. You're ok, baby. Doin so good for me. Its in all the way now, did so fuckin well, honey. Such a good girl." Fuck you look so pretty and fucked out. Your teary y/e/c eyes and sniffles only adding to the boiling in his balls. He needs you chill the fuck out or you're gonna make him nut. "Hold still, y/n. Fuuuck, babygirl.. Pussy got me inna chokehold. Just.. Ah! Ah! Y/n, wait a minute. Ohhhhh.." Your body bucks widly into his and he really can't tell if your still trying to get away or fuck on his dick. Just knows that now he's nuttin so hard his knees wobble. Fuck it. Satoru pulls out and slams back in, Adam's apple bobbing, watchin you weakly snatch at the covers in effort to pull away. Hypnotic sky blue eyes open wide at your flailing frame, addicted to your reaction to him fucking you deep and quick. He pulls all the way out only slam back in just see how you take it. Over and over. "Toruuu! Stop! No more- ahhhhh! Don't wanna take it n-nomore." But he's still cumming. Panting, hand slippin from your thigh to your love handle. Fucks you so quick he clumsily slips out, spraying your folds white before fuckin back into. Teeth clenched, gaze locked on the white ring around his dick. Shallowly fucks the last few thick drops into you, sparing you from his previous gut wrenchin strokes. Satoru absolutely drains his balls before dropping your leg to the mattress. Tiredly slides in bed behind you, scooping you in his arms as his dick still jerks heavy inside. It's quiet for a few moments before he hears your heavy pants have switched to slow deep breathing. Satoru smiles when he realizes he literally fucked you to sleep. "See? Knew you could take it, babygirl.."

[axel-ambassador]

Dear Ol' Dad

Vaggie sat alone in the library at a small table next to the wall, pondering. A month had passed since her sorting, and she still didn't know what she was meant to think.

"Hey!" A chipper voice called, startling her.

Charlie eagerly walked closer, holding two plushies that seemed to resemble goats. "What're you doing here? Why do you look sad?"

"I'm just...thinking." Vaggie eyed the stuffed goats that were now on the table. They had pale yellow buttons for eyes, and stripes leading from their muzzles to their bang covered foreheads. Little suits were sewn onto them, and poking out were pairs of felt wings and plush tails. "Who are they?"

"These are Razzle and Dazzle!" Charlie announced, pointing to each stuffy respectively. "They're my bodyguards." She pulled Razzle closer and Vaggie tilted her head, confused. "My dad put a charm on them so that they'll protect me if I'm in danger."

Vaggie raised a brow. "Why?" She'd never heard of any other students having stuffed protectors, so why did Charlie? Why did she need to have that privilege?"

"Well..." She leaned closer and began whispering. "My dad's Minister of Magic. He told me not to tell, so, shh." Vaggie giggled and nodded so Charlie leaned back to speak at regular volume. "He doesn't want anything bad to happen when I'm here. He says there can be bad people."

Vaggie reached a hand out to Dazzle, looking at Charlie to see if it was okay to hold him. Charlie pushed Dazzle to her, to which she held the plushie in her arms as she slumped again. "Your dad sounds nice..."

"He is." Charlie gushed. She watched the way Vaggie held the stuffed goat closer. "What about your dad?"

Vaggie avoided any eye contact. "I don't know..." Charlie sat in the chair, waiting. "He passed away when I was a baby. I didn't really know him. Mamá says he was the nicest Slytherin she ever met. Mr. Adam says he was super powerful and scary."

"I'm sorry." Charlie consoled. She then tilted her head in confusion. "So...was he good or bad?"

"I don't know. I wish I knew...I wish I knew what being a Slytherin meant. I wish I knew what 'following him' meant." She mumbled, recalling the sorting hats words.

Charlie hummed and placed a hand on her own, before perking up and standing up out of her seat. "I don't know, but, I don't think it matters! You can just be you!"

"Just be yourself, mija."

Vaggie hummed, still unsure of herself. "Tell ya what?" Charlie offered. "Since your dad isn't here, what if I asked my dad to have Razzle and Dazzle protect you, too?"

Vaggie perked up, still holding Dazzle. "Really? But, I have my mom and my sisters. I don't need-"

"I insist." Charlie proclaimed, hands on her hips. "Consider it part of your birthday."

Vaggie's birthday was in a week, and Charlie demanded to know shortly after they became friends. She flushed with a grin, her dreary mood alleviated. "Thanks, Charlie."

[vaggietheangel]

It would be SO FUNNY if Niffty was the one who owned Alastors soul.

We know Husk used to be an overlord and lost his status to Alastor. He treats Husk like a pet, but treats Niffty like an equal. He made her appear at the hotel but talks to her like she's his friend.

Alastor doesn't let anyone touch him, but he will let Niffty put a flower crown on him. He's not doing this to be sweet he dosent wanna piss her off.

Part of Niffty's deal with Alastor is that he has to be her best friend. Wherever he goes he needs to bring her with him.

She's the only person he acts "kind" too. Even if it's fake as fuck.

When Husk is about to describe Niffty, she does a little "shh" motion. He gets uncomfortable and imidiatly says, "You don't wanna know."

"Big talk for someone who's also on a leash". Husk knows but he's scared of Niffty so he's not gonna say anything.

Niffty says she kills mother bugs in front of their children as a warning to others.

Right after Adam says all of humanity decends from him what does she do?

Right after Alastor talked about uncliping his wings. Murder is a warning for Niffty.

Niffty is often seen with a needle and thread. Alastors mouth is sewn shut when making a deal with a powerful demon.

Niffty is a secret overlord who lurks in the shadows. She acts polite and harmless to never draw attention to herself. Even when people know how dangerous she is, she pretends to be "childish" just to freak them out and make them think they're imagining things.

There is a certain section of hell that goes dead queit when Niffty walks in. Her contracted souls can't tell anyone who owns them.

Alastor and Husk are secretly terrified of her. One wrong move and she can crush them like a bug.

[ditzyclown]

Little thing I made based on my first playthrough combined with my most recent one (lost 3 saves and somehow Pubre was my exact fiest follower two times) when shamura summoned pubre for the first time I went all "SHAMURA NO" alongside a few curses that would make the ancient ones tremble but managed to use the teleport to run away three times until my most recent playthrough where I found out it no longer worked in that section

I don't think the lamb would have appreciated having to kill their loved one anyway in such a way since in those times they were still quite attached to mortal thoughts and feelings until later on they became less serious about it once dealing and manipulating death became as simple as cooking something or smt

Also some silly au idea bellow lol

Behold, some silly doodles of my and my cousin cultsonas

He chose a fox at first but then we got a raccoon and he changed it and I made myself a worm same species and valefar lol

Our playthrough was mostly me playing when it came to fighting and he did all the cult decisions and managing of the cult grounds

Behold, my worm. I am still learning to draw her but her hair is supposed to be more curly and fluffy than valefar. she's a follower that has taken it upon themselves to do all the dirty work since Liano (name I put on my cousin's raccoon) sucks at fighting and she has a crippling ichor addiction. She's pretty much the devil on your shoulder and often taunts or makes fun of Liano because he refuses to revive his followers giving all of them funerals (she also ate a golden skull necklace once shh don't tell him) overall her philosophy is more like narinder's with her not seeing why contain death

Liano over here is interested in what the world has to offer now that more doors have been opened to him. He takes care of all his followers and is greatly saddened whenever one passes away. He's adamant in never reviving them, he would be the angel on your shoulder (the little rattau doodle is a reference at how we were mentioning how he was more like rattau and I like narinder xd)

I think narinder would have taken Antha as a vessel if she didn't reminded him so much of a certain sibling of his

Also silly doodle unfinished from moments before disastermy

[thebrandywine]

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

Pretty please! 😍😍😍

WOW THIS IS LATE. SORRY.

"Hey, c'mere," Ethan whispers.

Leon goes easily when he tugs him up by the waist, the two of them settling into a kneel with Leon's legs spread to either side of Ethan's lap. The angle has him sinking just barely deeper, though Leon's shaky, open-mouthed exhale would make it seem like he'd gotten a few extra inches. Ethan wraps his arms around Leon's torso and kisses his neck, Leon's head falling back against his shoulder, his hair sliding aware to bare that beautiful face.

"Fuck, I hate when you do this," Leon breathes, but Ethan knows he's lying. His body is completely relaxed, muscles going limp as Ethan starts up a slow roll of his hips, a grind, a swivel. "Ethan."

Leon's hands curl around Ethan's forearms, the moment soft and dreamy with the drop in speed. He always tries to tell Leon that they can take their time, but Leon's never seemed to believe him. Mostly, he thinks, it's because of his work. It's always because of the work that Leon rushes himself— through meals, through sex, through sleep. He doesn't allow himself to slow down, not even here, and while it's something that Ethan's gotten used to over the years…

Well, things can change. This will.

Leon's fingernails dig into Ethan's skin as the man tries to boost himself up on his knees, trying to take control. Ethan holds him in place and murmurs against his neck, "Don't even think about it."

Leon exhales a faint laugh. "Oh, am I in trouble?"

"No," Ethan says, "but only because that gets you hot. Slow down with me."

"We're going slow enough I might fall asleep."

"Shh."

Rock, rock, rock, rock… Leon's breathing is heavy, but he doesn't try to alter the pace again. He does attempt to take himself in hand at one point, though Ethan catches his dominant wrist and pins it between the man's pecs. The restraint makes Leon squirm a little, his legs twitching inward, but Ethan ignores it. If Leon really wanted out, he'd be out in a second even without a safe word. Instead of paying him any mind, Ethan focuses on drawing another hickey to the surface of Leon's skin, the left side of his neck covered in them by now. He's not sorry.

"Can I tell you something?" he asks, bumping Leon's head up off his shoulder so he can move to the other side of the man's neck. Leon nods distantly, breathing out his name with the next roll of their hips. "The first time I met you, I had no idea you'd mean this much."

Leon shudders, his next breath a little wet. "Don't."

"What?"

"It's too much. You— this—"

Ethan kisses his Adam's apple, soft and sweet; it bobs under the press of his lips when Leon swallows down whatever it is he's feeling, tears gleaming in the man's eyes when Ethan lifts his head. "We love each other," he smiles," and that's too much?"

Leon tips his head away, hiding behind his hair, and Ethan leaves it for now. Saying it is enough. He just needed Leon to know that.

[leclerqueensainz]

A Family of Three (C.L 16)

Part II - Changes will be necessary all the time.

Paring: Charles Leclerc X OC!Marie Anderson

⚠️ Warnings: English is not my first language!!!Sadness, mention of death, profanity, mention of adoption. (+16)

**In this story, Jules Bianchi died in 2019, not 2015, which changes some facts in the careers of the drivers.

Feedback is always welcome. Let me know if you liked it!

Word Count:6.571

Prologue Part.I

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April 03, 2018 - Nice, France

"Are you guys excited about Bahrain?" I ask the two pilots sprawled out on the couch.

It was a hot day in France, and Charles and I had come to Nice to enjoy a few days with Jules before they had to leave for the next race, which would be in Bahrain.

We were all lounging on the couch, with Charles and Jules sitting and me lying down, resting my head on Charles' lap and my legs on Jules' lap.

YouTube was connected to the TV and playing some random playlist. Due to the argument between Charles and me earlier about choosing a song, Jules, being the peaceful mediator that he is, took control of our hands and put on the first playlist he saw. And now, here we are, listening to Adele.

"It will be my second race in Formula 1, so yes," Charles answers while running his fingers through my hair.

"You love saying that, don't you?" I ask, tilting my head and looking up at him. Charles takes his eyes off the black and white clip that was playing on the TV and looks down at me.

"What do you mean?" He asks with a playful smile.

"That you're in Formula 1," I say, and he laughs, his adorable dimples appearing on his face.

"Yes, but I swear it wasn't intentional this time," he says, and I shake my head.

"You're an idiot," I reply, trying to sound serious, but the smile doesn't leave my face.

I am so proud of him. It's his debut year in Formula 1, and he did well in the first race of the season in Australia.

"You know, looking at you from this angle brings back great memories from last night," he says, leaning in to kiss me, but before his lips can reach mine, a pillow hits Charles' head and lands on my face.

"Don't start with your nonsense in front of me!" Jules says, making a disgusted face. I laugh, and Charles throws the pillow at him.

"I can't believe you guys had sex in my guest room. I changed the sheets yesterday morning," Jules says, tilting his head back and putting the pillow against his face.

"Of course, you didn't let us do it again in your kitchen," Charles says, shrugging. I feel my body burning with embarrassment and reach out to smack him on the head.

"Of course, I wasn't going to let you guys have sex in my kitchen and... wait," Jules pauses, seeming to process what Charles said, and removes the pillow from his face to glare at us indignantly. "What do you mean 'again'?" he asks, and I bury my face in Charles' abdomen. "Please tell me you didn't have sex in my kitchen." I remain hidden, but through a small crack, I can see Charles' Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Well, you see..." Charles starts to say, but Jules jumps up quickly and makes me fall to the ground. "Ow!" I exclaim as my butt hits the hard, cold floor. "I can't believe you guys had sex in my kitchen!" Jules yells with an expression of pure horror and disgust.

"Shh, Jules! Do you want the whole building to know?" I say.

"You sneaky bastards! I open up my house to you and you open up in my kitchen?" he asks, standing and staring at Charles and me.

I get up from the ground and sit next to Charles on the couch, my butt still hurting from the fall. "Actually, only she was open and-" I interrupt Charles by placing my hand over his mouth. "Boy, for the love of God, be quiet!" I say through gritted teeth, and he nods his head and tries to say something that becomes incomprehensible with my hand over his mouth. I turn my attention back to Jules. "Jules, it wasn't intentional, I swear! And we cleaned and disinfected everything afterward." Jules continues to look at us with a look of disbelief and disgust for a few seconds before collapsing on the couch and laughing.

Charles and I look at each other, me with my hand still on his mouth, trying to understand what happened. "Are you okay, man?" Charles tries to communicate, and when he realizes he can't, he opens his mouth and licks the palm of my hand, making me quickly move it away with a look of disgust. "Don't make that face at me, Marie. We both know you love it when I use my tongue on you," he says smugly.

"ENOUGH! You two are forbidden from having sex," Jules says, trying to sound serious, but it doesn't last long because soon he's back to laughing, and Charles and I join in.

I feel my heart overflowing with love for the two of them at that moment. And I make a promise to never, ever let these moments end.

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January 18, 2023 - Nice, France.

"She wants us to take care of Vincenzo," I say.

Silence prevails for a few minutes, the only sound coming from the table where Vincenzo and the waitress play happily, and Cecilia's uneven breathing trying to hold back tears.

"What?" Charles is the first to break the silence, his voice broken, but my attention remains on Cecilia. "You can't be serious," he scoffs.

"I know this is too much," she begins. "But I need trustworthy people to take care of Vincenzo. I really can't do this right now," she justifies.

"Are you going crazy?" Charles says in disbelief. "Seriously, tell me how you concluded that showing up in the lives of two strangers who have never heard of you, saying you have a son of their dead best friend, who just died because you couldn't control your own life, and telling them they need to take care of YOUR son, who is just one more consequence of irresponsible acts you have taken throughout your existence, and we would simply say yes, with smiles and hugs. Please explain to me how you arrived at that," he says quickly, and I notice Cecilia shudder.

"I never thought you guys would just accept the idea like that, Charles," Cecilia looks at him seriously. "Do you think I wanted this? Do you think I wanted to be asking you guys for this? No! I didn't!" she exclaims and slams her open palm on the table.

I look toward the table where Vicenzo is and thank god he is still entertained with the paper cups the waitress gave him.

"I know the least I could do is be a decent mother to him. But I can't. I failed at that too, just like I failed at everything I've done in my life," her eyes fill with tears, and her tone is full of anger, but I realize it's not directed at Charles or me, it's at herself. "I'd rather be a shitty mother who gives up raising her child than be a shitty mother who ruined any chance of giving him a future with trustworthy people," her voice trembles and a few tears fall down her face.

"You've known us for less than an hour, Cecilia," it's me who speaks this time. "How do you know we are trustworthy or capable of taking care of Vincenzo?" I ask.

"Because Jules trusted you," she replies simply. "Jules would give his life for any one of you, and I know if he were in my place, he would do the same."

"But it's not him who's here," Charles responds through clenched teeth. "It's you who's here. And you're the one who's caused all of this. I don't know who you think you are or what makes you think we'll agree with this madness you've created in your head. But listen to my words," he leans in closer across the table. "You're not going to shift this responsibility onto us. You don't want to ruin your son's future? Let me make it easy for you, you already have," he says, his body tense with anger. "You ruined it from the moment you became the cause of Vincenzo's father's death and when you started using your crap again. And having you here in front of me, saying you want to abandon him, only proves the kind of woman you are," Cecilia swallows hard and shrinks in her chair. "I never thought I'd say that Jules was wrong in any decision to help someone, but he was definitely wrong when he chose you." He finishes and stands up. "I will have my agent contact you. I'll give whatever financial help is necessary to assist with Vincenzo."

Cecilia follows him with her eyes and then turns back to me. Her face is asking for help, but even I couldn't help her now. It was all too much. I grab my bag that's hanging next to the chair and I also stand up.

"I want to be a part of Vincenzo's life, Cecilia," I say and hold out my phone towards her. "Please, put your phone number in, I'll have my secretary contact you and send you some money for Vincenzo and for a rehab center of your choice to continue your treatment. Of course, during this time, I can contact Jules' family to let them know. They also live here in Nice and I bet Christine would love to take care of him while you recover." Cecilia stares at the phone for a few seconds and then pushes my hand away.

"You don't understand, do you, Marie?" She says and lets out a nervous laugh. "There's no recovery for me. I'm not going to raise Vincenzo. I can't do it." She pleads with her eyes. "I knew convincing both of you wouldn't be easy, so I took another alternative." She says and takes out a brown envelope from inside a child's bag that I just now realized she put at her feet. She extends the envelope and I take it.

"What is this?" Charles asks, standing next to me, trying to read the documents that I pulled out of the envelope.

"These are the documents for Vincenzo's adoption," she says, and I stop staring at the papers and turn my gaze to her. "I contacted a lawyer weeks ago and he made two documents. One for both of you, where you accept full guardianship of Vincenzo and the other is for an adoption center." She finishes explaining and my hands tremble and my body becomes cold. Charles takes the papers from my hand and quickly reads over them.

"Are you sending him to an orphanage?" He asks sharply and is scared. Cecilia nods her head.

"These are the only options I found. Look, I'm sorry about this. But I really need you to take care of him." She stands up and pleads. "I would hate to have to leave him in an orphanage to be adopted by strangers, but besides you, it would be the only hope option for my son to be happy." She cries uncontrollably. "Please, don't do it for me, do it for Jules." She appeals and I feel my heart tighten in a mixture of anger and sadness.

Nothing she is doing is fair to anyone. Not to me, Charles, or Vincenzo. She is not giving us a choice but an ultimatum. Either we accept guardianship of Vincenzo or he will go up for adoption and be raised by god knows who.

Charles and I continue to stare at her and see her grab her purse and put it over her shoulder.

"You have until tomorrow afternoon to decide. My contact is written on one of these papers." She looks at us with an expression of guilt. "I'm sorry for putting you in this position, but I didn't have any other choice." She wipes her tears and walks over to the table where Vincenzo is and picks him up. She gives us one last look and walks towards the door."

"Bye bye, lady with fiery hair!" Vincenzo's voice sounds loud and childish and his little hand raises to wave at the redheaded waitress who waves back. Before Charles and I can react, the boy's attention turns to us and he stares at us curiously for a second and then smiles with crooked teeth. "Bye bye, Daddy's friends!" He waves cheerfully and Cecilia lays his little head on her shoulder and leaves through the door as quickly as possible.

My eyes fill with tears and all the emotion I felt during the day overflows inside me. I glance at Charles from the corner of my eye and see that he continues to stare at the door, a tear rolling down his face.

[…]

"Yes, Marcella. I will be staying here for a bit longer. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned and my aunt will need care for a while longer. Yes, that's right. It will only be until I can hire a trustworthy nurse. Thank you, and no, you can send it to me by email. Okay, thank you, and don't worry. Yes, please let Mr. Mosby know. Thanks again, we'll talk tomorrow afternoon. Kisses and goodnight." I end the call and throw my phone onto the hotel bed.

My head aches and it's because of the events earlier today.

As soon as we left the café - after Charles paid the bill and left a generous tip of 50 thousand euros to the owner, who we found out was the brunette who gave water to Cecilia - Charles asked where I was staying and I told him. He offered me a ride and decided to get a room for himself too, as he said he had come directly from another country that I don't remember now and hadn't stopped anywhere before the café.

We agreed to discuss our options regarding Vincenzo over dinner in my room at 10 p.m.

When I went up to my room, leaving Charles in the lobby, the first thing I did was take off my clothes and run to the shower for a long bath, trying to wash away all the frustration and anger of the day. Showers have always been my safe space. No matter what happens, a good shower can relieve 75% of any stress and problem. Or at least I thought so.

After the shower, I went to my closet, looking for any comfortable and decent clothes I could wear in Charles' company. I discarded jeans and high-necked shirts for being uncomfortable, and my pajamas and nightgowns for being too risqué. That left me with only baggy sweatpants and an 80's band t-shirt.

"Well, it'll have to do," I said to myself, staring at my reflection in the mirror. "It's not like you need to dress up for dinner with your ex-boyfriend in a hotel room. He's not coming here to find you sexy, Marie," I say to my reflection. "He's coming here because your dead best friend had a child with a crazy addict, and now you have to decide whether to raise him or let him go to an orphanage where he could be adopted by a recent version of the Benders family." I feel my chest tighten with anxiety and shake my head, trying to push the thoughts away.

Hours later, the image of Vincenzo staring at me and Charles still runs through my mind. His dark, sparkling eyes, happy smile, and chubby little hand. He's so beautiful, Jules' miniature copy, cute and innocent, who has no idea how his life is going to change. The garbled but very correct words for a three-year-old made my heart fill with love and guilt. And an extreme concern.

"Damn it, Jules, what did you do?" I say, tossing and turning in bed. "How did such a responsible guy like you get involved with someone like her?" I stare at the ceiling as if Jules were going to appear there and answer me.

Jules was always the kind of man who didn't like trouble. He was passive, sweet, and a little bossy sometimes, but always kind. But he also always liked to help and defend the weakest and most defenseless, and maybe that's what happened. He found the damsel in distress that was Cecilia and saved her.

"And then you stuck your dick in her, you bastard. Look what we have now!" I mutter angrily. "If only you were here..." but he isn't. I think, "Jules trusted you." "Jules would give his life for any of you, and I know that if he were in my place, he would do the same." Cecilia's words reappear in my head.

"Would you, wouldn't you? If it had been Charles in your place and me in her place, would you take care of our son, right?" I keep asking the ceiling and feel a warm tear run from the corner of my eyes down to the soft pillow. "I don't know how to be a mother, Jules. I didn't even have a decent mother to teach me things like that. It was always you, Charles, and your family that I borrowed from," I confess. "And what if I'm a terrible influence on him? He's so little and so beautiful. He looks like you, you know? Your copy. But a prettier version," I laugh. "You would love him. You would take such good care of him. Just like you took care of me and Charles, even when we didn't want to," I wipe away the tears that are flowing more intensely. "I'm sorry you can't be here. Sorry, you can't see him. It's not fair, Jules, none of it is. You deserved more than this. You were supposed to be with your family now and not...not in a cemetery," I sigh in frustration.

I get out of bed and go to the bathroom, feeling every part of my body heavy and trying to contain my thoughts. I wash my face with cold water and tie my curls into a high ponytail. I return to the bedroom and sit on the bed, picking up my phone and seeing a text message from Charles.

I laugh at his message and stretch on the bed to grab the phone that is on the nightstand and dial the number for room service at the hotel, which is written in a little notebook next to the phone. I order two burgers with plenty of French fries and Ketchup sauce - because I know Charles' childlike taste buds - and two cokes to drink. The receptionist replies that it will be ready in half an hour and I thank her before hanging up.

As soon as I put the phone back on the hook, I hear the sound of knocking on the door and I get up already knowing that it was Charles. I open the door and come face to face with the pilot who looks at me and smiles. His demeanor shows that he is as tired as I am, and if I still know him well, I can guarantee that his mind is not letting him rest for a second.

"Hi," he says.

"Hi," I reply and step back to the corner so he can come in. "Come in," I say as he enters the room and looks around.

For a moment, I swear I saw him take a deep breath, but I pretend not to notice.

"I ordered food, half an hour until it's ready," I say, passing by him and sitting on the bed.

Charles nods and sits in the small armchair next to the bed, facing it.

"It's a nice room," he says, and I realize that he's nervous, maybe as much as I am. I couldn't tell if it was because he had to stay in a room with me or because of the earlier situation. Or maybe it's both.

"Yeah, it's comfortable," I reply simply, also looking around. The room is not big or luxurious, but it meets my needs and is really cozy.

We fall into an uncomfortable silence. We knew why we were there, but the conversation seems to be stuck in our throats. It was a difficult decision, the fate of a child that we learned about less than a week ago is in our hands and neither I nor Charles knows how to deal with it. Both of us were not expecting Cecilia's ultimatum. I didn't even know what would happen in that conversation, much less have to decide to raise a child. My best friend's son.

-I called my public relations agent. - Charles breaks the silence and I stare at him in surprise. - I know it was a bit impulsive, but whatever happens, I thought it would be best to get in touch with her and ask her to come here. She's arriving tomorrow. - He looks down at his hands and begins to fiddle with the rings on his fingers.

"You did the right thing," I say, and he looks back at me. "We don't know what's in store for us, and you're a public figure. You have a career that needs to stay away from any scandal." He nods, and I give him a reassuring half-smile.

"Have you thought about it?" he asks, and this time I nod.

"To be honest, I haven't stopped thinking about it for a single minute," I reply.

"I was wondering what he would do if he were in our shoes," Charles says, referring to Jules. "And I know what he would do." He finishes, and I see tears in his eyes, but he looks back down at his hands.

"I know too," I reply and let out a heavy breath. "Jules wouldn't think twice about saving the day. He loved being the hero." I let out a low laugh, and Charles joins in.

"Remember when he climbed the tree to save my neighbor's cat?" He asks, and I laugh even louder.

"Yes! That idiot almost broke his arm trying to get down with the cat," I say, and Charles throws his head back, laughing even harder.

"And he still got scratched," he adds.

We laugh, remembering Jules being attacked by the cat as soon as he stepped on the ground.

"I confess that I wish I could be more like him," Charles says, and I stare at him, the smile falling from his face, and I realize he's entering the dark part of his mind.

"Me too," I reply, trying to pull him back. "I think actually everyone should want to be more like Jules. He was great. Sometimes a bossy jerk, but great." I look at him, and he nods.

We fall into silence again, but this time I'm the first to break it.

"You didn't call your agent just to keep things low. You've already made your decision, haven't you?" I say, and he takes his eyes off his hands and looks at me. His Adam's apple rises and falls, and I have the confirmation I need, and he knows it because his eyes become firmer.

"He would do the same for us," he replies, and I nod my head. "I know it's not how it works, but I feel like I owe it to him. And if you don't want to, I'll handle it alone. I'll do everything I can, I'll hire nannies, housekeepers, and private tutors. I'll pay for everything. But I can't let him go to an orphanage, Marie." He speaks with a low voice, and I nod my head again.

"I think we both owe it to him, you know? For continuing to live. Jules had his life interrupted without even understanding what was going on. He died without knowing his son existed. But we're here, alive. And now we know that Vincenzo exists and needs us." I keep my gaze firm on Charles's and feel my own eyes burning.

Charles gets up from the couch and sits next to me on the bed. I follow his movements with my eyes. He reluctantly puts his arm around my shoulder and if it weren't for the moment, I would have laughed at him. But nothing in that situation was funny. And when he pulls me towards his chest in a comforting hug, that's when I break down.

I let all the frustration, anger, and anguish be taken there. It was fucking scary to have to face things like this and to understand that Charles and I mutually agreed to this situation just makes my head spin. Neither of us has any experience in how to raise a child, but now we would have to learn on the fly.

But what to do? Where to start? Do we need to hire a lawyer? Charles probably has one. And how are we going to raise this child? I live in Italy, and Charles lives in Monaco but spends most of his time traveling the world. This isn't going to work. It's just not possible.

"Shh, it's okay. It's going to be okay." He rubs my arm, his chin resting on my head, and I feel his chest trembling. He's crying too. "I'm scared too, but we'll do this together, okay?" he asks, and I pull my face away from his chest and stare at him.

Our faces are inches apart. His green eyes are swollen and red, as are his cheeks and neck. My eyes go to his mouth and then back up trying to find him, and I realize he's also staring at my lips before returning to my eyes.

It's that damn attraction, even though I know it's not the right time, that thing that pokes at my chest making my heart race, my hands sweat, and my stomach fill with those damn butterflies. The impulse appears and draws me to everything related to him. It's all about Charles. His smell, his skin, his touch, those eyes that see your worst and best versions, and that mouth. Damn soft and perfect lips that I once had the pleasure of experiencing. This is a curse. A punishment.

Charles approaches slowly, his eyes focused on my lips and I close my eyes, waiting for contact. The contact will probably bring us shame and embarrassment the next day, but that now feels so right, even though it's so wrong.

The sound of knocking on the door interrupts our trance and I jump out of bed in an instant, scared. Charles is breathing heavily and staring at me with wide eyes.

"Room service," the maid says from the other side of the door, and I just stand there staring at Charles. His cheeks have become redder than they were and he gets up from the bed and goes to the door to answer it when he realizes that I wasn't going to.

"Good evening, please come in," he says to the maid, and I remain with my back to them. "Can you please leave it up there, thank you." While he attends to the maid, I quickly and briskly walk to the bathroom and slam the door shut.

I turn on the faucet of the sink and cup my hands, filling them with water and splashing it on my face, trying to cool down the heat spreading throughout my body.

"But what is your problem, damn it!?" I ask for my reflection in the small mirror above the sink. "You were going to let him kiss you! You were going to kiss him back! Damn it, this isn't right! You two are in a damn delicate moment and were going to let yourselves go! Grow up, Marie! He's not your Charles anymore and you're only here because you've been put in this damn bad situation!" I close my eyes tightly and take a deep breath.

Pull. One, two, three. Release.

"Enough. It's over," I say one last time to my reflection before turning towards the bathroom door. I take a deep breath before turning the doorknob and opening it, then stepping out.

"You ordered burgers," Charles startles me with his voice, and I look around the room but don't see him. "Out on the terrace," he says, and I look towards the small glass door that separates the room from the terrace, seeing it open. I walk towards it slowly, afraid to face him again.

Charles is sitting in one of the two available chairs, and in front of him on the table, our dinner is set on porcelain plates.

"You said you wanted burgers," I reply, sitting down in the chair across from him at the table. My stomach grumbles slightly as the scent of fresh burgers and newly fried fries hit my nose.

"I know. But you told me you were going to order pizza," he retorts, and I take my eyes off the food in front of me to stare at him.

"But I decided to order burgers," I snap back. Oh god, I need to eat.

I pick up a fry with my hand and bring it to my mouth. It's warm and crispy, delicious.

"Yes. I'm in favor of decisions that are reversed," he responds, and I stare at him.

Charles is grabbing the ketchup container and squeezes it so that the sauce drips over his fries. Childish palate.

"Are we still talking about food?" I ask, putting another fry in my mouth.

"What else would we be talking about?" he retorts, looking at me with a mischievous smile on his lips. I know he's referring to what almost happened in the room just minutes ago.

I play dumb and shrug my shoulders. Two can play this game.

"I don't know, maybe the fact that after all these years, you still prefer to eat burgers even though there are other things on the menu," I say, and he stops chewing his ketchup-covered fry for a moment and looks at me.

"It's been a long time since I've had burgers, and I missed the taste. We've gone through a lot of new things today. Maybe I just want something that I've already tried before and I know will bring me comfort." His eyes remain fixed on mine.

"Maybe it's not healthy. There's a reason why you went so long without eating it," I say, opening the can of Coke and bringing it to my lips. I take a sip of the sweet, fizzy liquid. Charles stares at me the whole time, and even in the dim light of the terrace area, I can still see the dozens of different emotions that pass through his eyes.

"Yes, you're right. It's not healthy, but you still ordered them. You wanted burgers just as much as I did," he counters.

I put the can of Coke on the table and pick up my burger with one hand, and a fry with the other.

"This is the last time I'll swap pizza for burgers, Charles. And you're right, we've been through a lot today and maybe the taste of burgers is something we've gotten used to before and that brought us comfort. But we can't forget that it's still unhealthy, and as good as it may be now, it will be very harmful in the long run," I take a bite of the burger.

Charles nods his head and does the same with his burger, not without first putting ketchup on it.

"Here's to what's good but not healthy," he raises his can of Coke, and I do the same.

Well, that conversation was definitely not about the food.

[…]

"I can't leave Italy, Charles. My whole life is there," I say pacing back and forth in the room.

Charles is sprawled out on the small couch, his brown-green orbs following me with each step.

"And I can't leave Monaco, Marie. For us to have a better chance with Vincenzo's adoption, we both need to play the role of a happy couple living under the same roof," he says and I sigh.

"You hardly even stay in Monaco, Charles. You're always traveling," I stop in front of the couch and cross my arms, staring at him. "So, tell me why we should go to Monaco?" Charles straightens up on the couch and looks at me seriously.

"Because it's our home," he says simply.

"Monaco stopped being my home a long time ago," I say, looking away from him.

"It's where we grew up and had the best moments of our lives, including with Jules. My family lives in Monaco and everything I have is there too," he responds. "I know it seems silly, but I think it would be great to raise Vincenzo there. And I promise to do everything to be as present as possible." I look back at him and for a moment, I want to grab my bag and run out of the hotel. Damn, his puppy-dog eyes.

I sigh loudly and run my hands over my face. I know I could work remotely and maybe convince the directors to pay for an apartment for Marcella if she agrees to move to Monaco. But I feel a small discomfort in thinking that I'm giving up so easily on everything I've achieved in Italy.

"I know it's asking a lot for you to abandon everything you've accomplished these years," Charles comments as if he guessed what I'm thinking. "But think about what we can build with Vincenzo. We can show him every place we went with Jules and made the biggest mistakes." He laughs and I feel my lips form a small smile at the thought of showing Vincenzo more of his father's life. "I know you don't consider Monaco your home anymore, but it used to be and you were happy there." He stands up and puts his hand on my shoulder. "Let me prove to you that it can still be worth it." His voice is tender and warm, and I feel that same impulse from earlier taking over me. But before I let myself be controlled by those emotions, I take a few steps back until I hit the side of the bed. Charles' hand falls from my shoulder and I stare at my feet.

"Okay," I say finally and take a deep breath. "But we'll need rules." I look back at him and can't help but smile when I see his own so openly displayed on that perfect face.

"As many rules as you need, mon ange," he says with his eyes shining, and a shiver runs down my spine.

God help me, this will be the biggest challenge of my life.

January 20, 2023 - Nice, France.

"Is it of your own free will that you want to give custody to Mr. Leclerc and Miss Anderson?" Giovanni, the lawyer Krista, the Communications and PR Director of Ferrari, and Charles' recommended asks Cecilia.

"Yes. Charles and Marie are of my highest trust." Cecilia says, facing me and Charles on the other side of the table. "I know they will be able to take care of my son as no one else could, and that includes me as well." She says, and a small sad but confident smile appears on her lips.

Charles stares at her seriously but nods, and I give her a reassuring smile.

"And do you both agree?" Cecilia's lawyer addresses us.

Charles and I look at each other for a minute, our gaze asking the same question. We both know that many things will have to be sacrificed for Vincenzo's care. I have a career to which I dedicate my life, and Charles does too. But we both agree with everything. We will put Vincenzo first and reconcile the rest. It will be a challenge and a readjustment process for the three of us, but we will make it work. We will be good at this.

"Yes," Charles answers, his eyes still glued to mine.

"Yes," I answer, and my heart skips a beat, and I make a mental note to see a cardiologist. After so many emotions in the last few days, I wouldn't be surprised if I had a heart attack.

Charles smiles, and I reciprocate.

"Okay, then we will proceed with the custody documentation. And after three years, you can legally file for direct adoption," Cecilia's lawyer says.

"Three years?" Charles asks.

"There are some procedures that will be necessary during this period," Giovanni passes two copies of documents to me and Charles. "Since Cecilia and you are applying for direct adoption, legally you both need to have custody of Vincenzo for three years before you can file for adoption. This process can lead to some problems that may occur in the future."

"What kind of problems?" Charles asks.

"There are several different factors, but the most common are biological mothers who regret giving custody and appeal to the courts for a new ruling," Giovanni says, and both Charles and I look at Cecilia.

"I won't do that," she asserts firmly. "It wouldn't be fair to you or Vincenzo."

"There are also guardians who, after a period of coexistence with the child, realize that there are more challenges than expected and do not feel capable of continuing to be responsible for the minors. And thus, they choose to return the child to the parents or an adoption center," the other lawyer says.

"We will face it in the best way we can," Charles responds somewhat crossly. "I know we're new at this, and we don't expect it to be all roses and candy. Vincenzo is an older child and knows who his mother and father are, even if he hasn't met them. We will deal with all the necessary procedures and ensure Vincenzo has the opportunity to have a happy and comfortable life, as well as the best education possible." He says firmly.

My hands tingle with the desire to touch him, but I restrain myself and clench them into fists. When did Charles become such a decisive man? It's sexy. Contain yourself, Marie! This is not the time or place.

“So I don't see any problem in proceeding with the request for temporary custody.” Cecilia's lawyer responds, looking at Charles.

“If that's the best way to ensure that Vincenzo stays with us, then it's okay.” I reply, and Charles just nods. “But is there any possibility of getting custody faster? Charles and I still have a lot to do to prepare for Vincenzo's arrival, and we don't want this news to spread and interrupt our privacy. “ I ask.

“To be honest and maybe a bit unprofessional, but realistic, the process could be much faster for both of you.”Giovanni says. “Charles is a world-famous and wealthy athlete. Talking to the right people, I do not doubt that it will take more than a few days for Vincenzo to be under your care. “ He clarifies his point of view, and I can only agree. Of course, Charles's influence would pull some strings, and even though I always repudiate this kind of action when I witness it, this time I could only feel grateful. We'll do whatever it takes to keep Vincenzo safe with us. Even using the privileges that Charles's fame and money can provide.

“So what are you guys waiting for to find these people? “ Charles asks, and I try to disguise my smile.

Well, this will be more exciting and scary than I thought.

[caitlinclarklover]

Ruined by the Star Point Guard(Caitlin Clark Humiliates Connor McCaffery) Chapter 1!

I watch him puff out his chest as he walks into my apartment, his tall frame casting a long shadow even in the soft light of the living room. Connor McCaffery, the boy who thinks he's finally got me, is here for our first time together. The thought makes me smirk, and I cross my arms over my chest, leaning against the doorway of my bedroom.

"You look like you're ready to lose your virginity," I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Is that what this is?"

Connor stops in his tracks, his eyes flicking to mine. He runs a hand through his slightly balding black hair, clearly trying to steady himself. "Caitlin, come on. You know what tonight is."

"Do I?" I push off the doorframe and saunter towards him, my hips swaying in a way that makes his Adam's apple bob nervously. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're about to make the biggest mistake of your life."

He swallows hard, but doesn't back down. "We both want this, Caitlin. Let's just get it over with."

I laugh, a short, sharp sound that cuts through the air between us. "Oh, sweetie. It's going to be so much more than just 'getting it over with.'"

Before he can react, I grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him into my bedroom. He stumbles, caught off guard by my strength, and I use that moment to shove him onto the bed. He lands with a grunt, looking up at me with a mix of confusion and desire.

"Take off your clothes," I command, my voice leaving no room for argument.

His hands shake slightly as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing a toned chest that I can tell has seen plenty of gym time. But it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. I watch him strip down to his boxers, his cock already tenting the fabric as he anticipates what's coming.

I climb onto the bed next to him, running a finger along his jawline. "You really think this is what I want? You think this is how it's supposed to go?"

"Isn't it?" His voice is hesitant, unsure.

"Not even close," I whisper, leaning in closer until our noses are almost touching. "But don't worry. I'll make sure you remember tonight for the rest of your life."

With that, I lean back and give his cock a teasing tug through his boxers. He gasps, his hips bucking involuntarily. I smile, knowing I have him right where I want him.

"On your knees," I order, pointing to the edge of the bed.

He hesitates for a moment, but then complies, moving to kneel before me with a shaky breath. I reach down and pull his boxers off, freeing his throbbing erection. It bounces up, hard and needy, and I can see the desperation in his eyes.

"Look at you," I taunt, circling his length with my fingers. "So eager. So desperate."

I wrap my hand around his shaft, feeling the heat of his skin against my palm. He groans, his body trembling under my touch. But I'm not here to give him release. No, tonight is about control. About making him beg.

I pump his cock slowly, watching his face contort with pleasure and frustration. His breath comes in ragged gasps, each one more desperate than the last. "Please... Caitlin..."

"What do you want, Connor?" I ask, my voice low and dangerous.

"I... I want to come," he pants, his eyes pleading with me.

"Wrong answer," I say, tightening my grip and speeding up my strokes. "Try again."

He whimpers, his body arching towards my hand. "Please, let me come... please..."

"That's better," I murmur, continuing to stroke him with purpose. His thighs quake, his fingers digging into the sheets. I can feel his orgasm building, the tension coiling inside him like a spring ready to snap.

And then, just as he's about to explode, I pull away. His head snaps up, his eyes wide with shock and betrayal. "No!"

"Shh," I soothe, cupping his cheek. "There's more."

I stand up, pulling him by the hand until he's on his feet too. Then, without warning, I spin him around and push him back onto the bed, this time forcing him to lie flat on his stomach. He struggles, but my grip on his wrists is firm.

"Stay still," I hiss, pinning him down with my body weight.

He groans in frustration, his cock pressed against the mattress, painfully erect and ignored. I ignore his protests, instead focusing on getting him ready for what's coming next.

I reach into the nightstand drawer and pull out a bottle of lube, tossing it aside carelessly. Conner watches me with wide eyes, his breathing rapid and shallow. I straddle his legs, spreading them apart with my knees, positioning myself directly behind him.

"Ready for some real fun?" I tease, rubbing my fingers along the crack of his ass.

He shudders, his whole body tensing. "Caitlin... what are you doing?"

"Just giving you what you deserve," I reply, my voice dripping with malice.

I press my lips to his ear, whispering words that send shivers down his spine. "Tonight, you're mine. And there's nothing you can do to stop it."

His response is cut off by a gasp as I slip a single slick finger inside him, opening him up with deliberate slowness. He clenches around my digit, his muscles quivering with every thrust. I work another finger in, stretching him wider, preparing him for what's next.

"Relax," I command, my tone brooking no argument. "You'll enjoy this."

He whimpers again, his body betraying him as it begins to respond to my ministrations. His hole tightens around my fingers, gripping them possessively. I add a third finger, scissoring them inside him until he's practically begging for more.

Finally, satisfied with his readiness, I remove my fingers and position myself behind him once more. "Time for the main event," I announce, pressing the tip of my tongue to his entrance.

Connor cries out, his entire body jerking in surprise. I chuckle darkly, taking my time as I lap at his puckered hole, savoring the taste of him. His moans grow louder, more frantic, as I continue to explore him with my tongue.

"Fuck, Caitlin... that feels..."

"Good?" I finish for him, grinning wickedly. "Or does it feel... ruined?"

He doesn't answer, too lost in the sensation to form coherent words. I take that as my cue to deepen my assault, pushing my tongue further inside him, prodding and probing until he's sobbing into the mattress.

His ass clenches rhythmically around my tongue, the muscles spasming in response to my relentless attention. I can feel his orgasm approaching, the pressure building inside him like a storm waiting to break.

But I won’t let him come. Not yet.

I pull back, leaving him hanging on the brink. He whines pitifully, his body twitching as he tries to find release. I climb off the bed, leaving him there, exposed and aching.

"Get on your knees again," I order, my voice cold.

He obeys, shuffling awkwardly to comply. I reposition myself in front of him, grabbing his hair and yanking his head back. His eyes meet mine, full of raw need and unspoken questions.

"Remember what I said earlier?" I ask, tapping his chin with my free hand. "About making you remember tonight forever?"

He nods, his throat working as he swallows. "Y-yes."

"Well," I purr, leaning in close enough to kiss his lips but not quite committing. "Here's where things get interesting."

I release his hair, letting my hand fall to his balls. Slowly, I begin to massage them, feeling them tighten under my touch. Connor lets out a strangled cry, his body bucking against my hold.

"Almost there, aren't we?" I tease, rolling his testicles between my fingers. "Almost... but not quite."

He whimpers, his entire body straining against the bed. I can see the sweat glistening on his skin, hear the ragged breaths tearing from his lungs. It's almost time.

But not yet.

I increase the pressure on his balls, squeezing just enough to keep him teetering on the edge without sending him over. His entire body shakes, his hands fisting the sheets as he fights for control.

"Caitlin... please..."

"Please what?" I demand, punctuating each word with another squeeze. "Please let you come? Or please make you suffer?"

He can't answer, too far gone to form a coherent thought. I grin, enjoying his torment, savoring every second of his helplessness.

And then, just when it seems like he might genuinely pass out from the strain, I lean in close and whisper in his ear. "Sorry babe, but my fans have spoken. They say I need to dump nepo baby and find a real partner."

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

✨️Adam and Lucifer × The Basement Yard✨️

---

Lucifer: If you were to put a draft together of people you wanna go out with, would I at least be on it?

Adam: How many slots?

Lucifer: One.

Adam: No.

Lucifer: Two.

Adam laughs.

Lucifer: Am I at least top three?

---

Adams leans his head on the table while Lucifer sips his alcohol.

Lucifer: You're going to tell me that if your last name was Money, you wouldn't say "here comes the moneyshot"?

Adam: No.

Lucifer: Yes, you would, dude.

Adam looks up and glares at him.

Adam: No, I wouldn't!

Lucifer: Yes, you would.

Adam: I don't say anything when I ejaculate!

Lucifer: Nothing at all?

Adam: I mean, noises come out, but I don't-

Lucifer: Gimme, gimme a sound- shh, go!

Adam: I'M NOT GOING TO DO THAT!

Lucifer: Oh, come on! Jerk off, right now, let's hear it.

Adam stared at Lucifer in shock and disgust.

Adam: ...no!

---

Lucifer: I didn't know that half the world's blindness could be cured.

Adam: I'll go one step further. I didn't know that half of the world was blind!

Lucifer: Half of the world isn't blind, you idiot. I said half of the blindness!

Adam covers his mouth, laughing.

---

Lucifer: I've not had a bad Pringle.

Adam: Do you know how many times I've tired to fit that whole thing of Pringles in my ass?

Lucifer: What?

Adam: Yeah. That's how good they are.

Lucifer: Uh- okay.

Frank and Joey are so Adam and Lucifer, I love it so much lmao

[mysticstarlightduck]

Playlist Character Personality Tag!

Let's go with some of the cast from What Lurks In The Hollow for this one!!!

Rules:  You choose a character that you want to talk about, then from your playlist, or even from the songs you know, you choose a specific song that most relates to your character and explain why you think that this song reminds you of that character by analyzing the song.

WHAT LURKS IN THE HOLLOW

Zach Taylors

"Please Don't Go" - Joel Adams

Nobody ever knows Nobody ever sees I left my soul Back there now I'm too weak Most nights I pray for you to come home Praying to the Lord Praying for my soul

Now please don't go Most nights I hardly sleep when I'm alone Now please don't go, oh no I think of you whenever I'm alone So please don't go

[...]

'Cause I don't ever want to know Don't ever want to see things change 'Cause when I'm living on my own I'll wanna take it back and start again

Dylan Millihan

"Children's Work - Dessa"

I grew up with a book in my bed I got these dark circles before I turned ten Heard my mother with her friends worry it was something she did To get such a serious kid

But I've learned how to paint my face How to earn my keep, how to clean my kill Some nights I still can't sleep The past rolls back, I can see us still

You've learned how to hold your own How to stack your stones But the history's thick Children aren't as simple as we'd like to think

[...] Tried to tell the grown-ups About the storm clouds, the weather in my head Hadn't heard the word for melancholy yet

Amy Millihan

"Seventeen - Heathers The Musical"

Fine! We’re damaged Really damaged But that does not make us wise

We’re not special, we’re not different We don’t choose who lives or dies Let’s be normal, see bad movies Sneak a beer and watch TV

We’ll bake brownies or go bowling Don’t you want a life with me?

Can’t we be seventeen? That’s all I want to do If you could let me in I could be good with you People hurt us

Or they vanish And you’re right, that really blows But we let go Take a deep breath Then go buy some summer clothes We'll go camping

Play some poker And we’ll eat some chili fries Maybe prom night Maybe dancing Don't stop looking in my eyes

Savvanah Hahn

"Complicated - Demi Lovato"

It's time for me to take it I'm the boss right now Not gonna fake it Not when you go down 'Cause this is my game And you better come to play

I used to hold my freak back Now I'm letting go I make my own choice Bitch, I run this show So leave the lights on No, you can't make me behave

Uh, huh, huh So you say I'm complicated That I must be out my mind But you've had me underrated Rated, rated

Uh, huh, huh What's wrong with being What's wrong with being What's wrong with being confident?

Liam Steele

"Cradles - Sub Urban"

I live inside my own world of make-believe Kids screaming in their cradles, profanities I see the world through eyes covered in ink and bleach Cross out the ones who heard my cries and watched me weep

I love everything Fire's spreading all around my room My world's so bright It's hard to breathe but that's alright Hush

Shh

Tape my eyes open to force reality (oh, no no) Why can't you just let me eat my weight in glee I live inside my own world of make-believe Kids screaming in their cradles, profanities Some days I feel skinnier than all the other days Sometimes I can't tell if my body belongs to me

Tasha Strikehart

"brutal - Olivia Rodrigo"

And I'm so sick of 17 Where's my fucking teenage dream? If someone tells me one more time "Enjoy your youth, " I'm gonna cry And I don't stick up for myself I'm anxious and nothing can help And I wish I'd done this before And I wish people liked me more

All I did was try my best This the kind of thanks I get? Unrelentlessly upset (ah, ah, ah) They say these are the golden years But I wish I could disappear Ego crush is so severe God, it's brutal out here

I feel like no one wants me And I hate the way I'm perceived I only have two real friends And lately, I'm a nervous wreck 'Cause I love people I don't like And I hate every song I write And I'm not cool and I'm not smart And I can't even parallel park

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[hiskillingjar]

Watersports (Lawrence/MC)

day 19: watersports second person. piss. drink water.

"NGH!"

You grunted harshly as Lawrence tackled you down to the ground, forcing your back hard against the ground as their heavier body pinned you still and caged you down beneath them. 

"Shhh shh shh shh shhh...."

Though their face was flushed and a little frightened-looking (as if they had never done anything like this before), Lawrence shushed you in a quiet, almost sleepy tone, as they leaned forward, their breath shockingly cool against your skin, your cheeks, your lips. 

"Don't fight me, it's so much better if you don't fight, trust me," They asserted, still keeping their voice quiet as they sat up on their knees, keeping you pinned down with their hips and their strong arms pressing their weight into your shoulders. "This can be easy, we can make this so easy , if you don't fight."

"Fuck you," You muttered through grit teeth as you tried to wrestle up against them, trying to free yourself from their strong grip on your body.

"L-Language," They replied with a dirty look, as if you had offended them, before they swallowed hard, their Adam's apple bobbing against their pale throat, and pushed themselves to their feet, suddenly standing tall and towering above you.

Planting a bare foot right at the center of your chest and pressing most of their weight down onto it, Lawrence kept holding you down against the ground, their pale grey eyes locked on yours. Their breathing became shallow and quicker-paced as they stared at you hard, and even down on the ground, you got a sense that they were trembling, still scared of what they were capable of.

It would do you no good to fight against them or to swear at them, but you couldn't help your anger. 

"I, ah..." They started, making an attempt to sound nonchalant as they pushed their shaking fingers through their hair. "I think you should just...relax. A-And calm down, a little."

"Where do you get off telling me to fucking relax?" You demanded, your voice louder than theirs (which they clearly didn't like, from the way their eyes darted to the door of their apartment nervously) as you continued to fight against their body. "Why don't you relax and let me go, you fucking psycho!?"

" Psycho? "

Lawrence's eyes narrowed as they spoke, an expression that gave away their growing anger and annoyance. 

"Now that's just...unnecessary..." They continued to murmur, eyes flitting to the side as they pressed a little more weight into your chest and listened to the gasping wheeze you let out as a response, reaching up to grab and claw at their ankle. "You...you really don't wanna say things like that to me..."

You swallowed hard as your breath felt heavier and harder to get out of your lungs, your teeth gritting and your eyes fluttering at the pressure. 

They could have broken one of your ribs from this angle if they wanted to, quite easily in fact. 

You had to wonder why they weren't doing that yet.

"Or...or what?" You replied through your grit teeth, one eye squeezing shut as another surge of pressure was pressed into your chest, testing your luck beyond all better judgment not to.

Lawrence was quiet for a good moment, their eyes locked on yours before darting to the side nervously, their chapped bottom lip between their teeth. They were still breathing heavily and slowly. 

"I could hurt you." The pressure of their weight on your chest was more intense now, and they let out a brief, quiet growl. “I could really hurt you, and I would enjoy doing it too.”

"You're already hurting me," You replied through your tight frown.

"Am I...? Am I, really?"

Lawrence tilted their head to the side slightly, an expression that was almost mocking and teasing without intending to be (though you really had no idea of Lawrence's true intentions right now, their pale face was so blank and devoid of any true expression).

Their voice was still quiet, almost thoughtful and dreamy, but it was obvious that Lawrence no longer saw you as a person when they stared down at you with their doe wide, grey eyes.

No, you were more of an animal now, a pest to be gotten rid of, a bug to be squashed.

A plant to be plucked from the garden.

You swallowed hard and your body began to thrash when, after a long moment of quiet between the two of you, Lawrence started to tuck down their sweatpants and revealed their naked and...worryingly hard and lengthy cock, without saying a word.

Lawrence smiled, but there was no joy or light-heartedness behind their expression. It was a dead kind of smile that reminded you of a corpse, an ill-fated humour without feeling behind it, their grin refusing to touch their narrowed eyes with any degree of amusement. 

They then shifted their weight once more, easing up on your chest just slightly to focus a little more attention on prying their hefty cock from their sweatpants and holding it above your eyes. 

They were breathing heavily now, and they spoke softy but without any of the previous fear or hesitation, as if they knew now that they had complete control over you. 

And they certainly did, at least for the time being.

"You know...it's so rude of me, but I didn't offer you anything to drink."

Your eyes shot wide.

"Lawrence..." You said, your voice partway between a warning and a plea. "Don't-"

Though you were predictably cut off by a splash of disturbingly warm fluid on your face. 

Lawrence let out a low chuckle as the warm (disgustingly warm, despite how cool their breath had been on your skin before) liquid hit your face, but they said nothing about it, not even to gloat or goad when you immediately squeezed your eyes shut and jerked your head to the side with a shout. 

They only shifted their weight again, watching with a curious, albeit indulgent look as the dark yellow fluid ran down your skin, repulsive and demeaning, and stained the collar of your shirt.

"Is this what you wanted?" They asked, their tone dripping with contempt as the stream finally relented, the smell of ammonia thick and heavy in the humid air of the apartment. "Ah, I see now...you're one of those types that have to be forced to behave. Isn't that right?"

You stared up at them with a grimace, despite the dark flush to your cheeks, shaking your head to throw off the drops of fluid the best you could, cringing as you felt it cling to your skin and soak in your fucking hair, god-

"Are you going to be good?" Lawrence then asked with another condescending tilt of their head, the start of a smile growing on their face.

"Mph," You bit your lip again, peering up wearily towards them, drops of fluid still clinging to your eyelashes. "Y-Yeah...I'll be good."

"Good."