#since I still need charms for the zippers

[falindankovsky]

I never thought in my adult life my biggest annoyance would be getting stabbed by safety pins but here we are

[anni1309-blog]

please more step brother smut with felix. it was amazing !:)

that’s so kind of you to say, thank you <3

here you go 🎀

felix catton! stepbrother x reader

warnings: smut, face-fucking, slight size kink, semi public

summary : felix is stressed out during exam season and needs relief

felix and you were like royalty at oxford. it’s not like felix’s family lineage isn’t royal anyways. they were always surrounded by a small crowd. some might even call them admirers. it wasn’t hard to love them, always kind and friendly, charming everyone with their beautiful looks.

when someone was looking for felix, you weren’t far either. this was felix’s way to protect and show his love for you. you two weren’t siblings by blood, but that didn’t stop felix from taking care of his baby sister.

sometimes gossip was heard about your close proximity to felix. you would admit that your relationship is definitely closer than most normal stepsiblings might be but your love fell so deep for each other you wouldn’t have it any other way.

lately though, felix grew a little more distant. you knew that the exams were getting to him, he was always so determined. you would only see him when at night he would sneak you into his dorm, pulling a blanket over you while holding you close and softly stroking your hair while you would cling onto him placing your head on his chest. you missed him, more than you would admit. his heart broke knowing he had less time for you, he yearned for your touch, your giggle and your adorable smile when you sat in his lap during break. but he couldn’t have any distractions from studying.

when you woke up the bed was empty. this was your breaking point. felix would normally wake you up to give you a little kiss goodbye or at least leave a note. there was none of this today. you bursted out in tears and started sobbing uncontrollably. when you calmed down a bit, you got ready to face felix to pour out your heart. putting on makeup was no use to your red and puffy eyes from crying.

you made your way to the library, which was almost empty since it was still very early in the morning. you found felix sitting in the back, surrounded by books writing down notes.

he looked up “good morning baby, did you have a good-“ he stopped, his initial reaction was that he was happy to see you but his eyebrows furrowed when he saw your distressed expression. he knew he had to make time for you now, so he wordlessly scooted his chair back and opened his arms for you to sit on his lap. you took a seat there and clung to him tightly, which he returned.

“lix, you were gone this morning, and I was all alone, I don’t even see you that often anymore, I- I just miss you so much” you sniff slightly as big tears fall from your eyes.

“shhhh, I know sweetheart, I hate it too, but you know how it is, I’m just very stressed right now” he pulls you close rubbing you back softly cooing quietly for you to calm down a bit, takes your face in his hands as he wipes away your tears with his thumb. he hates seeing his girl like this, it upset him deeply.

felix took your chin between his fingers to tilt you head upwards to slowly capture your lips. this wasn’t new to you two, he kissed you often, also in public, he knew it made you feel safe.

“lix? would it be okay for me to try something to relieve your stress a bit?” your big eyes looked up at him with a small smile as you relaxed a bit.

“sure princess, I’d love that but what do you want t-“ his words got stuck in his throat when you slowly dropped to your knees, already trying to fumble at his belt, opening it.

felix was almost shocked at your plan but obviously wasn’t appalled by your idea. none of you cared that you were in public, people wouldn’t come by until later in the day. your nimble fingers pulled the zipper of his pants down slowly, your lips parting and mouth salivating in anticipation.

he caressed your cheek with his thumb looking down at you with soft but hungry eyes, signaling that you could do whatever you felt comfortable with. as you continue undressing his pants his fingers were back at your face, his thumb brushing over your wet bottom lip and pushed his digit past your lips and into your mouth, and you sucked greedily.

you slowly pulled his already hardening cock from his underwear, giving his tip soft kitten licks to which he threw back his head in pleasure, brushing your hair, slightly buckling his hips towards your mouth

“you can use my mouth lix, I can handle it, I promise” lapping at his slit and batting your eyelashes up at him innocently.

“you’re gonna be the death of me, doll” he groans at your invitation and didn't waste a second to shove his cock into your mouth, pushing your head down his impressive length.

gurgling and gagging you looked up at him for reassurance that your were doing fine, he slowly started moving his hips, fucking your mouth.

“such a good doll, doing so good f’me” he praised in a deep voice. your doe eyes just looked at him, tears escaping them as he kept diving himself into you thrusting in and out of your mouth quickly and desperately as you moaned around him.

he shifted his hips forward so you could take him further down your throat “such a tiny mouth, taking all of me hm?” he grinned proudly his other hand cupping your jaw and holding your mouth open for him as you choked around him, saliva escaping your mouth.

“you can take it, hm? my good little angel” he grunts looking down at your face tears just streaming down your face now. you hummed happily, the vibrations sending a shock through him that made him twitch and ram his hips forward into your mouth harshly.

“gonna come in your mouth okay doll? you’re gonna be a good girl and swallow it all right?” taking out his dick for you to answer and traced your glossy lips with his tip, your tongue darted out to flick over it and relish in his salty taste as you looked up giving him affirmative nods.

his thrusts became more frantic, feeling close, he lets out a long, gutteral moan, holding your head there as he thrust his hips up feeling your nose press against his pelvis, cumming down your throat.

“I know it’s a lot, be strong,” he groaned as he continued to spout cum, it was so much you thought you might bloat but swallowed all as he pulled off, you were coughing at bit.

you looked wrecked but smiled up at him proudly as he leaned down to kiss your lips softly taking your face in his big hands to admire you.

“what would I do without my favorite girl?”

[holdmytesseract]

moodboard by @chennqingg | divider by @fictive-sl0th

Biker!Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader | No Outbreak AU

Warnings for this Chapter: 18+! MDNI! thirst, smut - not entirely graphic, but oh boy, it's there!

Word Count: 1.6k

a/n: So, uh... I'm pretty nervous about this chapter, since smut isn't really something I write on a daily basis, so... I hope this turned out okay! 👉🏻👈🏻

《 M a s t e r l i s t 》

《 Chapter One 》《 Chapter Three 》

Chapter Two...

... in which you spent a passionate night with the handsome biker.

A little bit older A black leather jacket A bad reputation Insatiable habits He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe

'My Oh My' by Camila Cabello feat. DaBaby

Feeling a wave of nervousness but also anticipation and excitement wash over you, your feet immediately guided you over to the biker. Daryl gestured behind himself. "Hop on." You didn't let yourself tell that twice, and swung your leg over; sitting behind Daryl.

He revved the engine and looked over his shoulder back at you. "Ya should hold on real tight." You did; placing your hands on his shoulders. He smirked - something you weren't able to see and started to drive down the street; away from the bar. You felt your body crashing into Daryl's due to the speed. It caused you to redirect your hands and wrap your arms around his torso instead; switching positions - and you would've lied when you said you didn't enjoy holding on to him like this for the short ride inside Miles City. He was so broad and bulky, yet strong. Downright attractive.

Ten minutes later, Daryl pulled off the road and onto the parking lot of a motel. He stopped his bike and turned off the engine. You hopped off the vehicle again; Daryl doing the same. Then he took off his helmet again, fished inside his jeans pocket for the keys to his room and took your hand in his free hand. It was the first direct skin-on-skin contact - and it caused our head to spin. A shiver ran down your spine. The biker started to walk backwards and gently dragged you with him; that charming smile once again on his lips. You followed him. There were no words or further signals needed.

You felt your heart beating fast for the man in front of you, who had just put the key in the lock to open up the door to his room - to an invitation to spent the night with him. Again, you couldn't help but accept. Usually, you weren't like that, but something about Daryl was just so special and intriguing. He was different.

The wooden door had merely fallen into its hinges, when Daryl's lips crashed onto yours; your back hitting the wall behind you with a soft thud.

Daryl's kiss was overwhelming but intoxicating. The taste of Whiskey and smoke; paired with the woodsy, musky and floral scent of his cologne drove you wild. Desire and need fogging up your brain and making it hard for you to think straight. He was like a drug; injected in your bloodstream. All you wanted was the man in front of you - and you could tell that the feeling was mutual.

His lips were still attached to yours as the biker's hands started to wander; feeling the dips of your lower back and the curves of your hips. They traced the hem of your blue jeans, before calloused but skilled fingers popped the single button open and zipped down the zipper. You kicked off your cowboy boots to help Daryl along and within seconds you were halfway undressed.

To feel his hands on your burning hot skin sent another shiver down your spine. No doubt you were aching with need for him.

The man buried his face in your neck; kissing, biting and licking the sensitive skin. A gasp left your lips; hands sliding from his broad shoulders into his hair and you tugged; getting rid of his black baseball cap on the way. You felt him groan in your shoulder. His hips suddenly jerked forwards to pin you against the thin motel wall. That was the moment you felt all of him - and you were a hairsbreadth away from losing your mind. You were so drunk of him, you couldn't hold out much longer. "Daryl, p-please..." You panted desperately; hands no longer in his hair, but at the hem of his jeans. Your thumbs slid through the belt loops; tugging. He lifted his head to give you the sexiest, yet dirtiest smile a man had ever given you. It almost caused your knees to buckle and give in. Daryl knew what you wanted - and that only he was able to give it to you. Actually, he had planned to play with you a little longer, but the night wasn't over yet and he was losing the roaring battle against his most primal instincts as well. Therefore, he didn't hesitate; made quick work to unzip the zipper of his own jeans and finally gave the raging arousal trapped inside some room. Nevertheless, he couldn't resist the temptation to grant himself at least a little bit relief with the help of his hand, while he shrugged his angel-winged vest off his shoulders and messily undid a few buttons of his shirt, before he rummaged around in the back pocket of his jeans. Daryl quickly found what he was looking for, and fished it out. Bringing the little foil package to his mouth, he ripped it open with his teeth and took out the condom.

Meanwhile, your gaze had dropped, of course; watching his hands work with parted lips and your delicate palms splayed on his thick thighs. Gods, you wanted him so bad.

The sudden touch of Daryl's pleasantly warm hands on your bare hips ripped you out of your lustful thoughts. You raised your head again, just in time to see him dipping his head to meet your lips in an almost obscene kiss.

"Be a good girl 'n jump," the biker whispered hoarsely against your mouth; hot breath dancing over your skin. You did what he asked you to without hesitation; trusting your hookup blindly. He caught you easily mid-air; big palms cupping your bottom. You wrapped your legs around his middle and arms around his neck. Making sure your legs are secured around him, Daryl bend his knees and let gravity do the rest.

Your lips parted; a frown forming on your forehead. It was a lot - and it's been a while. He was a lot. You gasped; the muscles in your stomach tightening.

Daryl had thrown his head back in sheer endless pleasure, but when he focused again, he noticed the look on your face. "T-Too much?" He spluttered; having a hard time to hold himself back. You nodded wordlessly; breath still knocked out of your lungs. However, you stopped Daryl immediately as he wanted to retreat. "D-Don't... I-I want this."

Another smug smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The sex was primal, rough and messy. It wasn't love making. Far from it. It was just two people giving into their attraction and needs.

What had started close to a wall beside the door, moved on to the cheap, shabby cupboard in the small entrance area and to the single, rickety chair beside the wardrobe, before it was now (finally) where it actually belonged... In the motel room's small, old bed, with you on your back and Daryl on his knees. The wood and springs squeaked underneath the biker's movements; headboard knocking against the wall. By now, you were pretty sure that all the neighbours around you knew what was going on behind these walls - but neither you, nor Daryl couldn't care less. You were so far gone already; completely lost in a haze of pleasure and the handsome man above you, who made you see stars.

Honestly, he was a sight to behold. The view had been never better... Chestnut brown curls all messy; pecks covered in a layer of sweat, causing the tattoos on his chest to glisten and the fine, dark hairs growing there and underneath his belly button to stick to his skin. It was probably the sexiest view you ever had.

While the biker did the heavy work, your hands were twisting the meanwhile fully opened black shirt Daryl wore; moans and gasps slipping past your lips now and then. The cliff you were about to jump down approaching quickly - quicker than you thought. All it took was a soft nip on the delicate skin at the junction of your shoulder and neck, and you were done for it. "F-Fuckin' s-shit," Daryl grunted huskily mere seconds later as he joined you, and jumped off the cliff as well.

The man panted hard as he was collapsing on top of you; biceps bulging as they worked hard to support his weight and not crush your smaller form. You giggled deliriously. One hand still splayed on his stomach as you bathed in the afterglow.

Quite a few minutes later - it was way past midnight, you were still laying in 'Daryl's' bed; him stretched out beside you, now fully naked and with his hands crossed behind his head. Neither of you had moved far.

You turned on your side to face him. "Is your one-night-stand allowed to stay the night, or should I go, call a taxi?" Daryl turned his head to face you as well; chewing on his bottom lip. "'S yer decision. If ya wanna stay, stay. If ya wanna leave, 's fine by me," he answered with a shrug.

You thought about it for a moment. It was late, you were tipsy and alone.

The decision was quickly made.

"Alright." You stood up and quickly got undressed completely as well - unintentionally giving Daryl more to look at, before you dived back into the bed; this time underneath the sheets.

The biker followed and tucked the sheets over his most private part. You slid a little bit closer to him; placing a hand on his soft stomach. "Thank you for this. Best sex I had in a while." Your words caused Daryl to chuckle. He reached out his arm for you to misappropriate as your pillow; hand resting on your bare back. "Same, cowgirl."

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[roosterforme]

Does darlin ever catch Jake off guard? And make him come prematurely? If she does, why does she like it so much?

As soon as I read this, I imagined them taking a road trip in his truck. Maybe he has to go up to Lemoore for work, and since she's on a school break, she rides up with him... (smut ahead)

Jake let you pick out the snacks and the playlist while he did all the driving. You spent hours serenading him quite badly and eating M&Ms and chips while he sang quite nicely and ate an apple.

When the sun started to set, he removed his Ray-Bans and asked you to put them away in the glovebox for him. As soon as you opened the latch, you felt the truck swerve.

"What happened?" you asked as Jake reached out and tried to close the glovebox with a lot of frustration on his face.

"You can just leave the sunglasses on the dash," he grunted, still trying to close the compartment while he drove up the highway. But you swatted his hand away as soon as you saw a flat box from a jewelry store in Coronado in there.

"What's this?" you asked, tapping it with your index finger as his face turned red. "Is it for me?" When he kept his eyes focused straight ahead and didn't answer, you asked, "Or is it for your other girlfriend?"

"What?!" he asked in surprise, glancing at you as he swerved a bit again. "Jesus, Darlin'. Yes. Of course it's for you. Okay? Are you happy? It's a necklace for you. It was supposed to be a surprise, and I forgot I moved it there."

Your heart felt like it was going to burst into a million pieces. "You got me a necklace?" you whispered, already opening the box. "Oh my god."

There was a dainty gold chain and a tiny charm that said Darlin' hanging from it, and you wanted to fling yourself at your boyfriend.

"Well?" he asked, voice still a little gruff at you having accidentally ruined the surprise. "You like it?"

"I'm obsessed," you told him, already putting it around your neck. It fell right to the top of the swell of your breasts, and you desperately wanted to thank him, but he was still driving up the highway.

"Good," he murmured, and then you reached across the bench seat for the zipper of his jeans. "What are you doing?"

You bit you lips and eased the zipper down so you were able to feel him through his boxer briefs. "Saying thank you."

"While I'm driving?" he asked, making absolutely no move to stop you.

"Mmhmm."

Once you had your bare hand wrapped around his cock, he groaned your name. He was hard and clearly excited as you gave him a handjob while he drove. Occasionally he muttered "fuck" or "that's good", but he mostly let you do whatever you wanted to him. You cupped his balls with your right hand and jerked your hand up and down his cock with your left, and all the while, your pretty necklace caught the last rays of the setting sun.

"Shit," he groaned. "Darlin', slow down. I'm about to cum."

"Already? That was fast," you replied with a smirk.

"You caught me off guard, Smartass," he growled, looking around frantically. "I need to pull over and fuck you before I make a mess everywhere."

"You won't make a mess."

You leaned down at the last minute, wrapped your lips around his cock, and let him fill your mouth with cum while he groaned and moaned. "God, that feels incredible."

Then you licked him clean, kissed his cock before tucking it back inside his underwear, and muttered, "See? No mess."

Once again, he didn't give you a verbal response as he shook his head while he drove, but he did reach for your hand to hold it.

"I really do like my necklace," you promised with a smile. "And I liked making you cum in less than three minutes."

"Smartass."

[unreliablesnake]

Vincent takes a liking to you, even though you’re loyal to your boss, Winston (Vincent de Gramont x reader)

Summary: You're working closely with Winston, but the Marquis wants you for himself.

Note: I might write an actual chapter about the time Winston and Wick show up in Paris. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.

Part 2(ish)

Bedside Charon, you were one of Winston’s most trusted employees, an assassin who decided to settle for a quieter life–if there was anything that could be considered quiet in this line of work, that is.

Throughout the conversation, the Marquis’ eyes kept falling on you, watching you as a predator stalked its prey. Winston noticed too. You knew because he gave you a worried look at one point.

After he shot Charon and began to walk out of the room, he stopped next to you and said, “You’re coming with me.” It was an order, not a request. You gave your boss a desperate look, hoping he could say or do something to stop him, but he remained silent. “Are you loyal to the Table? If so, you come with me now. If not, you’ll get a bullet like your colleague,” the Marquis told you coldly.

You soon found out he was going straight back to Paris after this. “I don’t even have clothes or other stuff with me, let me–” you tried, but he stopped you, telling you that he would take you shopping once you arrived to France.

He kept his eyes on you the whole time. On the jet, you couldn’t look up from the magazine you had previously found without meeting his gaze. It was tough not knowing whether he wanted to kill you or study you like a lab rat. Neither sounded like a good option, but you would rather choose the latter to stay alive.

When you landed in Paris, he showed you he wasn’t kidding about the shopping. He had already asked one of his men there to get you something new to wear, along with some necessities you would need to freshen up. Then to your surprise he asked you if you would rather sleep or go shopping, and when you chose to get it over with, he took you to all the best places around the city.

Your entire body froze when he walked over to you to take a closer look at the elegant gown you were wearing in a boutique, his fingers running down from your shoulder to your hips. You gulped, definitely not happy to have this kind of attention, but you didn't say anything. You were like a deer in the headlight, frozen from fear.

For whatever reason, the Marquis insisted on you staying in the bedroom next to his. He told you about his plans for the next day or so, expecting you to follow him around wherever he went, always wearing some fancy clothes.

In the evening his chef prepared delicious meals for the two of you, and he kept you close the whole night, his fingers not-so-accidentally brushing against yours every now and then. It was hard to believe it, but he was clearly flirting with you. Even though a part of you found it flattering, you still couldn't understand what he wanted from you exactly.

He took you to the Opera the next day, but instead of focusing on the performance of the dancer, his eyes were locked on you. “You are beautiful, my love,” he said at one point, shocking you with the pet name. “Do you know why I brought you here?” You didn't know if he was referring to Paris or the opera, but you still shook your head.

Since he didn't elaborate until you got back to his place, your mind was in overdrive by the time you entered his mansion. “Why did you bring me here?” you asked him before he could disappear. Instead of answering, he just smiled at you then pulled you into a kiss.

It was terrible, really. You knew that Winston would be utterly disappointed in you if he found out, but you couldn't resist the Marquis' charm. When his fingers began to look for the zipper of your dress, you knew you were a goner.

[ctrldoll]

What's more humanist than having a baby?

Pairing: Lex Luthor / F!Reader

Genre: Fluffy & Suggestive.

Give me a break—my days! Why does he have to look so good in YJ?! (ノ∀≦。)ノ

PEACE AND BLESSINGS TO YOU, MY LOVE! <3

Lex Luthor was bothered. 

He sat in his home office looking through paperwork for his latest project. Metropolis was still in its usual state, his company and illegal groundings ever stable.

Work had not been bothering him in ways that he was not accustomed to. This meant that he had no reason to be as bothered as he was.

But why has he been in a sour mood ever since he saw his wife entertain a baby while its parents discussed plans with him? She looked at it so lovingly, and ‘baby talk’ suddenly seemed like the smoothest language she had ever spoken.

The young being also seemed to share its affection for her as its sharp giggle spread around the room to Lex's cochlea, which budded his bother.

“Aw, she likes her already.” Said the woman he was discussing with, her smile on sight as she watched the charming display. “Little Grace’s already found a new friend. I'm so proud of her.” Lex was captivated as well. Being a witness to his wife's natural charm with children sent a familiar heat that spread over his skin and penetrated his bones and veins with a chill that bore deep into his heart.

“She’s a natural mother. She’ll do well with a child of her own.” The implication hadn't passed him, and a seed was planted. 

“You haven't been in a good mood in a bit, my love. Are you alright?” [Name] asked her husband as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders behind him. 

“Yeah, I am.” You weren't satisfied with his response. “Are you sure? Nothing about your business, Superman, etc.” You pressed on, wanting to be aware of his behavioural change. 

“Would you ever like to have children of our own at the moment, [Name]?” He spoke after a few moments of silence. The question made you pause for a moment, the cogs in your brain turning as it processed the sudden question. 

“Yes, I would.” Your voice strummed against the thin air, highlighting the change in the atmosphere. “What brought this on?” 

“I saw you with the Rayon child. You seemed so natural in your care for her. It made me feel odd.” Lex Luthor was a straightforward man; he didn't see a need to shift around.

“In what way?” Slightly startled, you asked, moving to stand before him. You felt pressure on your lower stomach and looked down to find Lex leaning on it as his hand gently wrapped around your waist.

“It made me want one of our own.” He confessed, lifting his gaze upon you, his green eyes gleaming towards your own—wait, was he pleading?

“I believe you would be an amazing mother, [Name]. Imagine it: a child with our genes, a creation of our making. Wouldn't that please you, [Name]? To finally have a little one who represents us?” You shook underneath the dimmed lights of the room, thoughts swirling as an indescribable want filled you. “I've been imagining them for some time now.” You confessed, admiring the slight curl your husband’s lips made. 

“With my hair or yours?” You giggled at that and lifted your hand to caress his cheek lovingly and felt his sculpted jawline underneath. “You know, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to see her turn out to be ginger.” “Who said it’d be a girl? I think my boy would have your eyes.” 

“Regardless of how they are, I’m going to love them so damn much. I can’t wait to embrace them all the time.” You sighed happily, settling yourself on Lex’s lap when he pulled you in. “Who says you have to wait any longer?” He purred in your ear, his left hand settling on your thighs, tracing circles on top of your skirt while his right neared its hidden zipper.

“Lex, you devil.”

“You know me, Darling. I’m quick.”

[yoshi1517]

HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM MESMERTOWN

"HAPPY NEW YEAR, thank you for the support in these months with your subscriptions. I hope you liked the stories and I hope you'll like the next ones."

As usual, I was running late. Jack’s car horn blared impatiently from the driveway as I fumbled with the zipper of my bag. “Hold on!” I yelled, though I doubted he could hear me through the window. I grabbed my coat, threw it over my arm, and bolted downstairs, nearly tripping on the last step.

Jack had the window rolled down when I burst out the door, and he gave me an exaggerated shake of his head. “You’re always late. You know that, right?” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

“At least this time, we’re not late for work,” I shot back as I climbed into the passenger seat, slamming the door behind me.

“Yeah, but I still need to get there before everyone else. If I don’t, who’s going to open the house?” he retorted, putting the car into gear and pulling onto the street.

Jack and I had been friends since we both joined the company fresh out of college. We were the youngest hires in our department, and we’d bonded over late-night deadlines, coffee runs, and mutual grumbling about office politics. Every year, it was tradition for someone from the office to host the New Year’s party, and this year, the short straw had landed squarely on Jack.

He’d decided to hold it at his family’s mountain house, a place I’d heard about in passing but had never visited. According to Jack, it was a cozy getaway that his family had used for years, though it had fallen mostly to him in recent times.

“What’s the name of the town again? People are asking in the group chat,” I said, pulling out my phone and glancing at the flurry of messages.

“Mesmertown,” Jack replied, his eyes on the road.

“Mesmertown? Sounds like the setting of a mystery novel,” I joked.

He chuckled. “Yeah, it’s got a weird vibe. Not many people live there full-time, but it gets a decent number of tourists during the holidays. My family used to come here for Christmas sometimes. I remember the decorations, lights everywhere, wreaths on every door. It was magical.”

I glanced out the window as the car turned off the highway, the sprawling fields of the countryside stretching out before us. “Okay, you need to take this exit,” I said, pointing at the GPS.

We drove through fields that looked like they’d been plucked from a postcard, green pastures dotted with grazing cows, sheep, and the occasional horse. As we climbed higher, the landscape shifted. The air grew crisper, and patches of snow lined the roadside, glinting in the warm glow of the setting sun.

“Look at this,” I said, unable to resist snapping a photo of the sunbeams streaming through the trees.

“It gets even better,” Jack promised, his voice tinged with nostalgia.

The trees thinned as we rounded a bend, and suddenly, the town came into view. A weathered wooden sign greeted us: Welcome to Mesmertown.

Below us, the village sprawled like something out of a snow globe. String lights crisscrossed the streets, and wreaths adorned every lamppost. In the center of town, a towering Christmas tree glittered with ornaments, its star glowing faintly against the twilight. Beyond the town, the lake shimmered, its frozen surface reflecting the first hints of starlight.

“Wow,” I breathed, taking it all in.

“See that up there?” Jack said, pointing to a large building perched high on the mountainside. “That’s the Grand Hotel. Fancy place. It’s mostly for rich tourists, but the bar’s not bad. They make an amazing hot chocolate.”

“Noted,” I said, still marveling at the scene as we descended into the town.

The streets were alive with charm. Shops with frosted windows displayed handmade crafts and holiday treats, and families bustled about, their laughter and chatter carrying through the air. We passed the central square, where the tree stood proudly beside a small stage.

“Looks like they’ve been having some serious holiday celebrations,” I said, noticing footprints in the snow and the remnants of decorations.

“They take Christmas seriously here,” Jack replied, grinning as he maneuvered the car through the winding streets.

We drove past the town and along the edge of the lake until we reached Jack’s family home. I gasped when I saw it.

“Wow. Why don’t you host every New Year’s party here? This place is incredible,” I said, stepping out of the car and craning my neck to take it all in.

The house was massive, a modern cabin that managed to feel both rustic and luxurious. Large windows reflected the lake’s icy surface, and the porch was strung with soft white lights that gave the place a welcoming glow.

“Yeah, it felt like a palace when I was a kid,” Jack said with a laugh. “Come on, help me with the bags. We’ve got a lot to set up before everyone gets here.”

Inside, the house was just as impressive. Wooden beams framed the high ceilings, and a stone fireplace dominated the living room, its mantle already adorned with garlands. The kitchen was sleek and modern, with just enough wear to show it had been well-loved over the years.

We spent the next couple of hours transforming the space. Jack strung up more lights while I arranged the furniture and set up the bar area. By the time the first guests arrived, the house was warm, inviting, and ready for a party.

The evening was in full swing. I found myself chatting with colleagues, a drink in hand, while Jack tinkered with the music playlist. We were all comfortably settled into the warm, cozy house, waiting for the pizzas to arrive. The scent of pine logs burning in the fireplace mixed with the laughter and the faint hum of conversation around the room.

The doorbell rang, jolting me from my conversation. “I’ll get it!” I called out, weaving my way past a group gathered near the kitchen. I opened the door, expecting to see the delivery driver, but instead, a man stood there, pizzas in hand, a casual grin on his face.

“Hey,” he said, holding out the boxes. “I grabbed these for you.”

“Oh, thanks,” I replied, slightly puzzled. “Wait, who are you?”

“Connor,” he said, his voice warm and steady. “I just joined your team last week. Figured this would be a good way to break the ice.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Mike,” I said, shaking his hand. His grip was firm, his palm warm against the cold air seeping in from outside. As our eyes met, something shifted, an instant connection, like the spark of a match in the dark. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was an energy about him that drew me in.

“Come on in,” I said, stepping aside.

Connor blended seamlessly into the group, chatting and laughing as if he’d always been part of our circle. Over pizza, I learned more about him. He was fresh from university, having completed his thesis with our company, and was already making a name for himself in the team. He was three years younger than me but carried himself with an easy confidence that belied his age. He’d been a volleyball player during his uni days and now kept up with running, which explained his athletic build.

As the night wore on, we moved to the living room and gathered around the fireplace for games. Connor and I ended up on the same team for Taboo, and to my surprise, we worked incredibly well together. It was like we were on the same wavelength, anticipating each other’s moves and guessing clues with uncanny precision.

At some point, the conversation took a turn toward local legends. Someone joked about taking a midnight dip in the lake.

“Are you out of your mind?” Jack said, laughing as he turned down the music. “That lake’s practically frozen solid. Besides, everyone knows it’s bad luck to swim there at midnight on New Year’s Eve.”

The room fell quiet for a moment. Someone asked why.

“It’s just an old story,” Jack said, leaning back in his chair. “They used to say that if you swam in the lake at midnight, you might free… something trapped under the ice.”

“Something?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jack shrugged, a playful grin on his face. “Relax, Mike. It’s just superstition. Nothing to worry about.”

But as he spoke, a sudden gust of wind swept through the room, flinging the window open with a loud bang. The room fell silent, and a few people let out startled laughs. I got up to close it, glancing toward the lake as I did. For a brief moment, I thought I saw a faint light glimmering on the frozen surface. But when I blinked, it was gone.

The atmosphere quickly shifted back to lightheartedness. Someone set up a disco ball that pulsed colorful lights to the beat of the music, and the living room transformed into a makeshift dance floor. With the lights dimmed and the music pumping, we all let loose. The drinks flowed freely, and by the time midnight approached, the energy was electric.

Connor and I ended up dancing together, laughing and spinning in the middle of the room. He leaned in close, his voice just loud enough to cut through the music.

“Hey, want to step outside for a bit?”

“Where to?” I asked, curious.

“Let’s check out the lake,” he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Jack’s story has me curious. Let’s see it for ourselves before the clock strikes twelve.”

I hesitated but found myself nodding. “Alright. Let’s go.”

We grabbed our coats, gloves, and scarves and slipped out into the crisp night air. The world outside was silent except for the crunch of snow beneath our boots. A narrow path led us toward the lake, its edges lined with frost-covered trees. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale silver glow over the frozen landscape.

When we reached the lake, the view took my breath away. The entire surface was a perfect sheet of ice, shimmering under the moonlight. The stars above were reflected on its surface, creating the illusion of a second sky beneath our feet.

“Wow,” Connor said softly, his voice almost a whisper.

“Yeah,” I replied, my breath visible in the frigid air.

We stood there for a moment, side by side, taking it all in. The world felt still, as if holding its breath. Somewhere in the distance, the faint sound of laughter and music drifted from the house.

Connor turned to me, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Ever wonder what’s really under the ice?”

I chuckled nervously. “Let’s not find out tonight.”

He laughed, the sound warm and genuine, and we stayed there a little longer, the lake stretching out before us, silent and mysterious under the midnight sky.

On one side, the town shimmered with festive lights, the faint sounds of distant laughter and celebration carried on the wind. On the other side, the forest stood in hushed stillness, its dark shadows blending into the silvery glow of the frozen lake.

Connor nudged my arm, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Hey, look over there,” he said, pointing to a narrow path that hugged the shoreline. “Want to see where it leads?”

“Why not?” I grinned, breaking into a run before he could react.

“Hey!” he called out, laughing as he chased after me.

The cold air burned my lungs as I sprinted, the sound of Connor’s footsteps crunching in the snow behind me. My heart pounded, not just from the exertion but from the thrill of being alone with him in this secluded, dreamlike world.

We finally stopped when we reached a small, hidden cove. The beach was quiet, framed by snow-dusted trees, and the frozen lake stretched endlessly before us, glistening under the stars.

“Looks like I win,” I teased, breathless. “You owe me coffee when we’re back at the office.”

Connor smirked, leaning forward with his hands on his knees to catch his breath. “Don’t get too cocky. The race back is what counts.”

I laughed, the sound echoing softly in the stillness. “Fair enough. But seriously, this place is incredible.”

Connor’s gaze drifted to the lake, his expression turning thoughtful. “Hey…” he said slowly, pointing to a patch of water near the shore. “What’s going on there?”

I followed his gesture and noticed a section of the lake that wasn’t frozen. Steam curled lazily from the surface, as if the water was warm.

“How is that possible?” I asked, stepping closer. “Why would it be warm?”

“Does it matter?” Connor said, his playful grin returning. “Come on, let’s do it. A midnight swim to ring in the New Year, it’ll be unforgettable.”

I blinked at him, incredulous. “You’re kidding, right? It’s freezing out here.”

“Exactly,” he said, already unzipping his jacket. “That’s what makes it epic. Plus, we’ll have bragging rights. Imagine telling everyone back home we swam in a lake in December.”

I hesitated, but his enthusiasm was infectious. Before I knew it, I was shrugging off my coat and kicking off my boots. The icy night air bit at my skin, but Connor’s laughter and excitement pulled me forward.

By the time I waded into the water, shivering and breathless, I couldn’t help but laugh. The warmth of the lake was unexpected and surreal, wrapping around me like an embrace.

“See?” Connor said, floating effortlessly on his back. “Not so bad, huh?”

“Okay, I’ll admit it,” I said, splashing water at him. “This is… amazing. Strange, but amazing.”

We swam closer to each other, our laughter mingling with the faint sounds of fireworks in the distance. The world beyond the lake seemed to blur, leaving just the two of us in this surreal, glowing oasis.

As we floated side by side, the celebration in the town reached its peak. Bursts of color lit up the sky, their reflections dancing on the water’s surface.

“Midnight,” Connor said softly, his voice almost a whisper. “Happy New Year, Mike.”

“Happy New Year,” I replied, my words barely audible over the distant cheers.

In that moment, the world felt impossibly still. The warmth of the water, the glow of the fireworks, the faint chill of the air, it all faded into the background as Connor turned toward me.

His eyes met mine, and the look in them was unlike anything I’d seen before. It wasn’t just the moonlight reflecting in their depths, it was something deeper, something that made my chest tighten and my breath catch.

He reached out, his fingers brushing against mine under the water. The touch sent a shiver through me, not from the cold, but from the undeniable electricity between us. Slowly, instinctively, we moved closer.

My heart raced as his hand slid up to cup my face, his thumb brushing lightly against my cheek. The air between us felt charged, heavy with anticipation. His gaze dropped to my lips, and I could feel the warmth of his breath as he leaned in.

The rest of the world disappeared. The distant fireworks, the cold night, the lake, all of it faded until there was only him.

Our lips were just a breath apart when, suddenly, a golden light erupted from beneath us, illuminating the water around us in a radiant glow.

“Mike,” Connor whispered, his voice trembling. “What’s happening?”

“I don’t know,” I said, my voice shaking as I stared into the blinding light.

What happened next was unlike anything I had ever experienced, terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure. As Connor and I floated in the strange, warm water, a glow began to rise from beneath the surface, faint at first but quickly intensifying until it bathed us in shimmering gold. The liquid itself seemed to transform, wrapping around our bodies like silk spun from sunlight.

“Mike, what is this?” Connor asked, his voice trembling as he reached out, his hand trailing through the glowing water.

“I don’t know…” I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away from the golden light. It wasn’t just light, it felt alive, as though it were watching us, testing us.

The water clung to our skin, warm and almost weightless, as if the lake itself were embracing us. Then, without warning, a sudden force pulled us under.

The world turned to chaos and beauty all at once. I was surrounded by swirling currents of light and shadow, my body suspended in a golden haze. I tried to struggle, but my limbs wouldn’t respond. And yet, I wasn’t drowning. I was breathing, no, more than breathing. It felt as though the golden liquid itself had seeped into me, filling my lungs with something richer, purer than air.

Connor was beside me, his eyes wide with the same mix of fear and awe that I felt. Around us, shimmering tendrils of golden light began to weave together, forming shapes, olive branches, their delicate leaves glowing with an otherworldly radiance. They wrapped around us gently but firmly.

“Connor!” I tried to call out, but my voice was swallowed by the light. He looked at me, his gaze steady, and I could see that he had stopped resisting. Slowly, I let go too, surrendering to whatever force had claimed us.

Then, as if in a dream, a figure emerged from the light. It was radiant, almost blinding, with hair like liquid fire cascading in waves of gold. The figure’s features were indistinct yet breathtaking, as though sculpted from pure light and warmth.

Before I could speak, or even think, the figure leaned down, its face inches from mine. Its lips brushed against mine in a kiss that felt like the essence of the sun itself, warm, consuming, and impossibly gentle.

I barely had time to process the sensation before the vision dissolved, and the next thing I knew, Connor and I were lying on the shore, both of us soaking wet and stripped down to our underwear.

Mike and Connor found themselves on the beach, and despite being dressed only in their underwear, they didn’t feel the cold of the night. They looked at each other and noticed a symbol of two olive leaves on their skin, as if it were a golden tattoo. As they dressed, their eyes slowly turned golden, and a small smile appeared on their faces as they locked eyes. They both knew what they had to do.

They put on only their pants and shirts, leaving behind their jackets and other belongings, and began walking back toward the village. Meanwhile, the villagers were witnessing something extraordinary. The lake, which had been frozen just moments ago, was now thawing. Everyone had seen a golden light emerge from the water, heading straight for the town hall, and watched as the ice melted away. Some had filmed the event, others claimed it was an omen of misfortune, while a few recalled the old legend of the lake.

"Would you like to discover what happened next in Mesmertown? Starting today, I’m opening the official Mesmertown server on Discord. If you’re curious about the secrets of the lake, the golden light, and the mysterious bond between Mike and Connor, come join us. The inhabitants of Mesmertown are waiting for you. (Available exclusively for VIP subscribers.) "

[seijorhi]

uhm hi this is definitely not fairy can I please hear your thoughts on women specifically atsuko and shin as women for no particular reason? thank you (º̩̩́⌣º̩̩̀ʃƪ)

wow not fairy, it's like you're inside my head and/or on discord where fairy and i have been discussing this hghfjdkfjghjfkd but since you asked <33

in a sentence, those girls are gonna ruin your life.

the two of them have been dating a while. shin, funny and charming, captain of her volleyball team. atsuko, her very tall, very pretty trophy girlfriend.

it doesn't necessarily matter how you cross paths – at one of shin's games, at a mutual friend's party, a meet cute of sorts at a cafe, they're enamoured by you. it's so hard to find good, genuine female friendships these days, of course they wanna see you again!

shin gently bullies you into coming to one of her games with atsu, and when she wins, she wastes absolutely no time in declaring you her personal good luck charm. so, naturally, you have to come to her games to support her, how else is she supposed to win without her good luck charm cheering for her? won't you give her a good luck kiss? aw c'mon, don't make her beg now.

ofc atsuko's proud of her girlfriend and incredibly supportive of her career it's just... well, it's hard sometimes with shin's schedule. she travels a lot, trains a lot and atsu's left to her own devices. you can over and keep her company, right? for a few hours? they have a pool, you two can just laze around in bikinis, swim a bit, it'll be fun! and oh, she was going to do some shopping later too, why don't you come with her? actually, can you come into the change room for a sec, she needs some help getting the zipper undone.

and then when shin is free, she wants to spend time with you too. it's not fair to let her girlfriend monopolise all your time, right?

really, you spend so much time over at their place, why don't you just... move in? there's a spare bedroom since they obviously share, and because they like you so much, they'll offer you an excellent deal!

it's almost impressive how quickly your social circle shrinks until it feels like it revolves entirely around them. but those other girls weren't really your friends, so it's no great loss. if you're sad about it, why don't you let them cheer you up? there's alcohol in the fridge, neither one of them have any plans for the next day...

and yeah, maybe the lines have always been a little blurry with the two of them. they've always been affectionate. shin flirts when she's drunk and atsuko tends to get a little handsy when she cuddles. kisses between friends aren't that weird, right? especially when those friends are dating each other. happily.

you've seen them walking around half naked on more than one occasion, nudity's not a big thing around the house (they've assured you), they're still adjusting to having someone else living there – but you're pretty sure that waking up between them without a scrap of clothing to be found anywhere is pushing that boundary just a little too far.

especially when you don't actually remember what you did with them, or much of anything after the first glass.

but any protests are smothered by indulgent, greedy tongues, and you're pulled back down to bed before you can slip away. they already told you, they don't have anywhere to be today, so just be a good girl and let shin eat out your pretty pussy, hm? then maybe you can lick atsu's.

[liliansilverstuff]

The following is a 🍋 scene from my WIP, with some context removed for the sake of no spoilers beyond the fact that this scene happens at all ☺️

“Sorry,” he said, holding both hands up with a playful smirk. “I know you’re excited. It’s very cute.”

Hermione’s eyes flashed dangerously, and before Draco knew it, she’d crossed the room, knocked his book out of his hands, and straddled him.

Then, she leaned down and said, right into his ear, “What have I told you about calling me cute, Malfoy?” The bite on his earlobe was actually quite painful, and he sucked in air through his teeth, while at the same time feeling his cock harden beneath her. She must have felt it, too, because she moved her hips languidly then, dragging her core over him right through her thin flannel pajama bottoms. He loved the way her body shuddered as she did so.

Moaning with the sensation, he brought his hands to her hips and squeezed greedily.

“I didn’t even finish my assignment yet. You’re going to spoil the reward system,” he said, pressing himself up into her.

They had already silenced the room. They always did while they were studying, as a rule.

“Mmmm,” she said, taking his earlobe into her mouth more gently this time, then placing her tongue pointedly at the spot just behind it. She chuckled darkly as she felt him twitch beneath her as she did so.

Wicked witch.

“But I likely won’t be here when you do finish since I need to go pick up my post, so consider this an advance reward.”

Draco’s eyes rolled back slightly as she moved on him once again, and as his fingers began toying with the waistline of her pajama bottoms, he nearly gasped when he realized that she wasn’t wearing knickers.

“Reward,” he drawled, “and here I thought I was in for a punishment, Granger.”

“Did I say reward?” she said lightly, and he was too enraptured to notice until it was far too late, that she had unsheathed her wand and pointed it directly at him. All at once, his arms and legs were tied to either end of the bed. “Silly me, I must have misspoke.”

“What are you doing, Granger?” he said playfully. She had never done this before. Apart from cleaning charms and wards, all of their sexual exploits had been devoid of any magical assistance up until this moment.

He was not complaining, to be clear. Just… noticing. He also noticed that he was hard as a fucking rock in the wake of her spell.

Idly, he wondered if entering the magical world again had caused some kind of uptick in her desire to use magic. All thoughts collapsed, however, when she then scooted back and bent down to kiss his hardness on top of his trousers. He felt himself buck up into her involuntarily.

“Ah ah ah,” she said. “Stay still, Malfoy, or I’ll make you.”

He sucked in a quick breath, letting it out on a strong shudder, but stilled his hips. It was a mark of how much he trusted her… loved her… that he wasn’t fighting this.

She then slid her hand up his hard length and pulled down the zipper. Deftly dipping her hand inside of his pants, he pulsed as she held him, gently stroking his tip with her thumb.

“I’d like to tell you about the dream I had last night. Would you like that?”

His eyes were laser focused on her as he nodded slowly.

“Mmm,” she said with a smirk, “correct answer.”

The way she said it, he half expected her to throw in a 10 points to Slytherin.

“We were at Hogwarts together for our 8th year,” she said, and he nearly lost his breath, because he’d had multiple fantasies based on this potential past reality. “It was late, and I was studying in the restricted section.”

“Of course you were.”

“Shh, it’s not your turn to speak yet,” she said, eyes darkening in a way that sent a thrill up his spine. Her hand continued to lightly play with him, but his eyes widened immensely as he saw her bring her other hand up to give one of her gorgeous, perky tits a squeeze.

“And as I was studying, I started to feel a bit restless. I didn’t want to retire to my dorm yet, but I was having trouble,” she said, then looked down at the nipple her fingers were currently playing with, then looked back at him and said, “concentrating.”

Draco swallowed hard.

What was breathing?

“So,” she went on, then trailed her hand down between her legs and began to lightly massage her core. “I looked around to make sure no one was near, and then began to do this.”

His heart pounding, he could see it. The exact table where she sat, the darkness and quiet of the room, and the way the only sound would be her soft breaths.

“And then, suddenly, you appeared around a corner and saw me. Utterly transfixed.”

Draco imagined the scene perfectly. The way he would have felt his entire body melt at the sight of her, unsure if what he was seeing was even real or some kind of magical mirage. The way her eyes would have widened in shock upon noticing him.

“But instead of stopping, I smiled at you and we locked eyes as I continued to pleasure myself,” she said, then slid her hand inside of her pants. Draco bit his lip when he heard her wetness as she explored her folds. With her other hand, she began to stroke him; her smile bordering on evil.

“You of course then reached down to touch yourself. Like it was the plan. Like it was something we’d done before. Did,” she stopped to bite her lip, “frequently.”

It was taking everything in him not to move beneath her. Then, mercifully, she removed her hand from him, and instead grabbed her wand again, aiming it at one of his hands. He felt his binds release, and he understood.

He pulled his cock out fully, and began to stroke himself, their eyes never lingering away from each other’s.

“What then?” he whispered.

Her breath hitched before saying, “Then I pushed my chair back so you could see me, and hiked my skirt up, and it was such a thrill to watch your eyes taking in my wet cunt.”

Gods he loved when she talked this way. It wasn’t every time, almost like a fine wine they couldn’t have at each meal, lest it be spoiled.

He let out a groan as he pumped himself and said, “Can I see you now?”

It was a surprise when she didn’t make him beg, but hopped off of him and removed her pajamas before sitting back down in the desk chair, legs spread wide, fingers dancing all around her folds, then dipping inside her.

When he licked his lips, she moaned.

“Like what you see, Malfoy?” she said, and it was clear that she was now quoting her dream.

“I should think that was obvious,” he drawled back, playing along by adding a note of annoyance to his voice.

“Mmm, I bet you’d love to fuck this little Muggle-born cunt, wouldn’t you?” Two fingers disappeared inside of her, and his own movements sped.

“Granger, you have no bloody clue.”

Upon hearing those words, she waved her free hand and he felt his other binds disappear.

“Give me a bloody clue then, you arrogant arse.”

He was up from the bed with his clothes on the floor with unimaginable speed. The first thing he did was reach down to pull off her shirt. After he did so, he was dimly aware that her hand had gone right back to her core as he kneeled down to suck on each of her tits in turn. She keened as he did so, letting out a loud whimper.

He stood and captured her lips aggressively, while both of his hands toyed with her nipples. Then, he moved to her earlobe, biting and licking in the same manner she’d done to him.

“You want this cock in you, Granger? Right here in the library?”

“Y- yes,” she panted.

“Yes what?”

“Yes I want your cock inside me, Malfoy.”

“Right here?”

“Right here in the library, yes.”

“Good girl. Get up,” he said, and she stood. Roughly, he spun her around, then pressed on her back, indicating that she should lean over her desk. She did.

Holding the base of his cock in his hand, he ran his tip over her folds, coating himself in her ample slick. Then, without warning, he shoved himself fully inside her on the first thrust. She cried out, but whether in pain, pleasure, or both, he did not know. And if he was the version of himself from the dream, he likely would not care either.

With one bruising hand gripping her waist and the other on her shoulder, he began thrusting unrelentingly.

“Oh, fuck yes. Fuck yes,” she groaned.

“Mmm, good girl, Granger. You’re so good at taking my cock, aren’t you?”

She didn’t answer with words, but she did let out a yell as his speed increased.

“You fucking deserve this, you know that?”

At this, she managed to whisper, “Yes.”

“You deserve to be fucked after beating me in every class, you bloody swot.”

Her moan of approval had a note of desperation that made him go even harder, especially when he felt her pushing back with each of his thrusts.

“Bet you want to ride me, don’t you?”

Her nod was nearly imperceptible, but he saw it.

“Well, too bad, you’re going to come for me just like this, and you’re going to do it exactly when I say, do you understand?”

He saw her nod again, as he leaned forward and reached around to massage her clit. Her yell of approval sounded manic, and he knew she was already right at her edge.

Abruptly, he slowed his movements. The effect was instantaneous, and she shoved her cunt over his cock hungrily as she whimpered with disappointment.

Draco smirked, remembering that this was supposed to be his punishment, not hers. Alas…

“Would you like to come, Granger?”

An emphatic nod.

“Would you? How badly?” he said, picking up the speed of his thrusts again slightly, but still keeping his fingers just to the other side of her clit.

“So badly.”

“Really?”

“Yes!”

“Hmm, I’m not entirely convinced.”

With a growl, she really began to push back on his cock then, trying desperately to take what she needed.

“Malfoy, I want to come on your cock so badly, please!”

He was near bursting at this point, but wanted to see how long he could extend the game. How long he could hold out and make her orgasm even stronger when it finally happened. But then, she said something that ruined all of his plans.

“I want your Pureblood seed in my little cunt, now!”

Letting out a strangled yell, he thrust into her hard and fast once again, but he also resumed his circles over her clit.

“You’ll have it,” he growled, “when you come for me. Right now, Granger. Come for me now.”

Instantly, he felt her walls begin to flutter around his cock. Continuing his thrusts, as well as his massaging of her clit, he felt himself topple over the edge, coming hard into her slick cunt in multiple throbbing bursts. Both her orgasm and his spilling of seed seemed to last far longer than usual, and by the end they were both moaning together in ecstasy.

Later, after they cleaned themselves up, they lay in bed exchanging tender kisses. He held her in his arms and they both sighed.

After a while, he said, “That was a new line.”

He could almost feel the heat of her blush.

“I… I said it in the dream.”

He raised both eyebrows and said, “I think all these years of creative writing classes have done wonders for your imagination.”

She scoffed and turned an affronted look on him, but he just pulled her in for another kiss, and they sank back into their tender caresses and contented sighs.

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[itsb3a2]

Lover

I'm sorry, I know it's cheesy.

18+

Louis Partridge, the school's bad boy, is your bad boy. You two have been dating for about a year now and had planned to meet at Lover's Lake at midnight tonight because you missed each other. After waiting for what seemed like hours, you decided to go swimming in the lake to help pass the time. A few minutes later, you hear the russet of leaves, and all of a sudden, you start to feel really terrible. Then Louis stepped out with a familiar smirk wagging across his face. "What the fuck, Louis?", you said loudly while still trying to slow down your pumping heart. "You scared me half to death." "I'm just looking out for you, sweetheart." His figure moved in front of your car, seemingly taking off his jacket. "Should I come in to make sure you're safe?" You knew that Evan, if you said no, would still come in. His facial expression, his eyes, the way his jaw clenched—it screamed horny, and oh boy, were you right?

"Sure thing, Mr. Lifeguard,", you replied while getting into the water at collarbone level. Some rustling was heard, a belt opening, a zipper going down, and soon enough, Louis joined you in the lake. He swam over to you, grabbing your waist as soon as he reached you. "I want to make sure you don't drown, pretty thing." The moonlight made his facial expressions clear and complimented his eyes even more than the sun does. But his lashes, oh, his beautiful lashes You thought they were so long and full, causing a bit of jealousy to arise in you. "Aren't you charming?", you teased with a smirk. A low chuckle left his lips while getting dangerously close to you. He kissed you as though it were his last meal, then slowly moved to kiss your jaw and neck. You striglined to hold back your moans, but one slipped. Louis let out a low chuckle and said, "I've missed you, baby. I've missed you so much." You moved your hands from his waist to his hair and gave it a light tug. "I've missed you too, baby." "Oh god, you're so pretty, baby, will you let me make you feel good, yeah? Yeah, Louis said, moving his hand and slowly starting to rub little circles on your secsative cunt, then he pushed two of his fingers into your pussy. "You like that, honey? Louis teases, laughing after seeing her quickly nod her head. "I thought you would," Louis added, pointing a finger. "Oh shit, Louis' dick was starting to throb just needing to be in you. "I'm gunna cum, lou." Louis took that as his cue to stop and throw you over his shoulder. "What the hell, Louis?", Louis slapped your ass and walked you over to his car, opened his door, and threw you in the back, proceeding to climb on top of you. "I swear to God if I don't get you in me in the next few seconds, I'll explode all over my new seats, and I'd much rather do that with you.

Louis places his cock into your sensitive folds and lets it slide up and down. His movements send shivers down your spine, and you couldn't be happier about it. "Do you think you want it? "Do you think you want it, honey?" "Yes! I've been so good, please, since you asked so nicely." You felt his dick enter your throbbing pussy; he was stretching you out so nicely. "You like that, baby?" All you could do was nod your head, because the feeling was too good. Louis pulled you onto his lap and started bounting you and fucking you like there was no tomorrow. "Shit babe, I'm going to cum." Your eyes were rolling into the back of your head, and the feeling was becoming all too much for you to handle. "Same lou, fuck." You felt a sudden wet and warm feeling in between your legs. "Shit baby, you did so good,", Louis said while resting his head on your chest, slightly panting from what just happened. "I love you, Lou, so fucking much." "I know, honey, after what just happened, I would be surprised if you didn't", You roll your eyes sarcastically and say, "Fuck you." "bet."

[tortoisesshells]

if you were in control of a dark shadows adaption (or, hypothetically, could alter the original; whichever you find more interesting to think about!) what does your ideal version of 1795 look like? are there things you would change? things you’d want to keep?

Let me preface this by saying I do genuinely like or appreciate a lot of the 1795 arc! When it's at its best, it's a tragedy born out of hubris and the terrible things we'll do for the people we love (or the terrible things we'll do to hold on to love. or the problem of love without respect). I'm up to episode 741, and the confrontation between Joshua and Barnabas over the latter's coffin is still one of the best scenes in the show, for my money. That said; Broadly speaking, most of my problems with 1795 either have to do with characterization, or with historical context: that DS's unwillingness to delve into historical realities undercuts its ability to talk about monsters, and that it completely mishandles Vicki to the point of functionally ruining the nominal main character (who, to be fair, was already being pushed out).

Historical Context: DS loves the past, conceptually, but it really doesn't deal in historical conditions, and that's on full display in 1795 - witchcraft trials? zippers? claiming a house built in the early 20th century, with the attendant architectural style, was actually built in the years leading up to 1795? okay. I forgive that, because we do live, narratively, in a world with witches and vampires and curses and passenger rail service north of Portland, ME after 1965 - and in a make-believe world where the costumes are as good as a budget of a crisp single and a pb&j can make 'em. I say this mostly lovingly: DS simply is not the kind of show that cares about historical plausibility, let alone accuracy. Plus, Reverend Trask was great, and on the basis of giving Jerry Lacy scenery to chew on, the witchcraft trial plotline is excused.

More seriously and damningly, I do think it's a glaring omission on a show being made and aired in the late 1960s to have three characters said to be from the (fictional) wealthiest family of planters and enslavers on Martinique and have that go unexamined and unpacked, especially when commentary on class in Collinsport has been a constant undercurrent (sometimes more of an under-trickle, or under-vague-breeze) since episode one - and because Joshua Collins is very explicit about how beneficial the connection between the two families will be for the Collinses, who always need cargo for their ships. [Since David Ford's here, you'll forgive the reference to 1776: "Molasses to Rum" playing vaguely in the background] But that's the problem with Post-Barnabas DS. Since there's a Collins running around befanged and literally drinking the blood of others, the show's lost interest in discussing how, exactly, the Collinses became wealthy and powerful, beyond the odd occasional reference to the fishing fleet and cannery or, in 1795, the shipyards. We've got a real vampire, what do we need all that metaphorical monstrosity and class/race/gender analysis for?

As a choice the show's made, I think it fundamentally undercuts one of the show's most reliable and interesting points of commentary: how charming and human some monsters are, or that humanity and monstrosity are not entirely mutually exclusive conditions.

also speaking of monstrosity. the show excuses Barnabas for so much outright evil because he preys on sex workers, primarily, and other assorted poor men and women of Collinsport, who the show ... doesn't really see as people. but that's a separate but not unrelated rant.

Characterization: really, this is about Vicki. So much of what I dislike about 1795 has to do with Vicki's characterization changing for the worse (granted, I think this problem starts much earlier, but see digression a below) once she hits the ground in 1795, AND that the 1795 arc continuously insulates her from the important parts of DS's narrative. If the whole point of Vicki landing in the past was to explain how it all began (whether that's Barnabas's vampirism, or the opening of the great house at Collinwood - Sarah's ghostly goals are unclear here), she's party to neither: Vicki spends very little time in Collinwood, and is kept completely apart from even a hint of knowledge that Barnabas is a vampire. In effect: Vicki, as nominal main character, gets sent into the past, but not as a character - she's just a windowpane, or a magic mirror as far as her importance to the narrative goes. Which is unfortunate for her, because as a character taking up space, she's given screen-time without agency, intelligence, or inner life. The only change that being dragged by her puppet strings through 1795 effects in Vicki Winters is a rope-burn from a failed hanging, an infected gunshot wound, and a I-wish-he-were-more-permanently-dead rebound boyfriend whose response to Vicki panicking about being hanged was to slap her for being hysterical.

Forgive me for being unimpressed.

As far as fixing it goes - there's where I've been striking out. She's fatally passive in 1795 as written. Why doesn't Vicki try to figure out how to get back to her present? (and if she doesn't, perhaps ... gesture at why Vicki might feel like there's not a lot to return to in the present? She nearly jumped from Widows' Hill about 10 episodes before 1795 started.) Why does Vicki persist in making herself suspicious, when she was introduced as a character hampered more by inexperience than true ignorance? In the idea 1795 that lives in my head, why wouldn't Vicki try to figure out who the real witch was, because - given her experiences with the supernatural! - surely a witch might be any help in getting her out of the 18th century and back into the present? End of day, she needs a real plot which doesn't end with her in prison unconnected to the Collinses. Whether that's searching for an escape hatch back to the Swinging Sixties, or Sarah's ghost giving her clear instructions - some kind of a goal! - Vicki either shouldn't exist in 1795 (recycle Moltke as another Collins sibling? that would add a wrinkle to the question of Vicki's antecedents) or she has to be given something to do.

&, finally ...

Digression A: In fairness to the 1795 arc, I think the arc was only following a pattern of characterization and plot involvement that started with Barnabas's arrival: first, that Vicki initially wasn't really involved in the Barnabas plot because she was more involved with the Liz & Jason plot, and, unfortunately for Vicki, everyone still talks about Barnabas, where no one (alas for Patrick and Bennett!) talks up the blackmail thing; second, I think, that the one-two punch of the definitive end of the era of metaphorical monsters & the Burke recast meant that a lot of the dramatic tension that Vicki was carrying either got dismissed or dissipated. We're not playing Jane Eyre any more, we're doing Dracula: Vicki's relationship with Roger and David no longer bears any dramatic weight. We've completely sidelined the question of Vicki's origins, so whether or not Liz is her mother doesn't matter (and the revelation and dismissal of Liz's not-actually-monstrous conduct sort of defangs that relationship, too? oh, Liz isn't actually a murderer? so mother or not, there's no strain on her relationship with the conspicuously virtuous Vicki.). Burke's no longer threatening to burn down Collinsport for revenge, and all of his various relationships with the Collinses or Collinsport denizens have gotten abruptly normalized, so there's no tension to his relationship with Vicki any more: he's rich (don't ask where the money came from), he's in love with her, and now he's chummy with all her friends/stand-in family members. He doesn't even have conversations that are totally just about pens or guns with Roger, for god's sake. The show kicked out all the pillars Victoria Winters as a character had been built on, and it only gets worse after 1795. No wonder Moltke left.

[noxtms]

THE FULL MOON HANGS HIGH OVER THE CAMPGROUNDS, silvery light cast over the neverending festivities down below. anyone under the illusion that the hogsmeade hippogriffs vs diagon dragons charity quidditch game would wrap up in good time and lead to a relaxing night away was sorely mistaken. in spite of the late hour, the celebrations - and for some, the drowning of sorrows - show no sign of stopping anytime soon. the burren is an isolated spot, even without factoring in the huge number of muggle deterrent charms and protective incantations cast over the area for one night only. wix who traveled from overseas or across the country have a rare freedom and are taking full advantage - it's equal parts loud and unruly, and the best fun that many have had since winter came. put enough people in a place and throw in copious amounts of alcohol ( and in a number of cases, something much stronger ) and you'll have trouble, but robed aurors that wander the crowds are quick to combat drunken disputes they happen across which in turn is allowing the more easygoing of partygoers to enjoy their night all the more. expectations were rather low, but the event is running better than anyone could have expected.  MURPHY MCNULLY of the wizarding wireless network is one of the unlucky number to have thrown in his lot with the hippogriffs. a schoolyard crush on rolanda hooch blinded him when it came to the bettering slips, and the modest fortune that he lost had been enough to make this grown man cry - quite a bit, actually, until a kind soul pressed a half empty bottle of firewhiskey into his hands and he started the process of acceptance. he's been making his way from tent to tent ( which is, in turn, like moving from party to party ) all night, accepting the kindness of strangers and moving on when their generosity runs dry. it's no wonder the poor guy needs the bathroom, but when the closest porta potty queue looks much too daunting for him and a quick glance around tells him that no one is paying that much mind to him, murphy darts between tents and heads for the edge of the campgrounds.  he stumbles over the uneven terrain of the burren, picking his way to a suitable distance and coming to a stop at an ancient, waist high stone wall. the cacophony of music and laughter and all round good cheer hides the sound of a zipper, and murphy tries to sing along to one of the songs he recognises in the din, as he goes - he's so drunk the words run together, but he's having a mighty good time. bladder emptied, he zips himself back up, now humming, and hears a low grumble. his stomach, he thinks. "too full of firewhiskey," he laughs to himself, too drunk to take much notice of the hairs stood up at the back of his neck, "not enough soakage." he turns to go, and there it is again. the telltale grumble. or… he frowns. a growl? he twists back around, and the last thing that murphy mcnully sees before the world turns wet and red is two yellow eyes glinting in the moonlight and the flash of jaws full of huge, pointy teeth. it lunges, and on a nearby hill another wolf lifts their head to the sky to let out a mournful howl, and the pack descends.

TRIGGER WARNINGS for death, injury, animal death, anxiety, assault, blood, body imagery, fire imagery, gore.

the gathered crowds confuse the first screams of abject terror for more joyful rowdiness, only realising the nightmare they have stumbled into when they catch their first glimpse of the wolves that move with inhuman speed - the teeth, the eyes, the stinking, matted fur. worse, still ( if only because the horror of them is so much easier to digest in the moment ) are the hooded figures that begin to pop up from place to place. as if things weren't already bad, the death eaters have arrived. the smart ones apparate without a second thought. MARCUS, at one end of the campground, is gone with a pop before the situation has fully sunken into their alcohol adled mind. others, like the MALFOY'S, rush out of their tents in their nightclothes, disoriented, and take a second to let it all wash over them. they disappear, too, but only after they've grabbed their peacocks. 

it really is just VIKTOR'S luck that he would put himself out there and run into one of the more unfortunate cases of deja vu. bleary eyed when he emerges from his tent, he only narrowly avoids the vivid purple spell that sails over his head and collides with a cabinet inside, sending wood splinters and glass scattering and waking DAMARIS from where they dozed. the next curse draws blood when it grazes his arm and he drops to the ground, the same as his unlikely companion who has slid all the way off his couch and thrown their hands protectively over their head, kneeling in the shattered glass. "what the fuck is happening?" they shout, but viktor doesn't know. 

ANDIE, holding her crying son in her arms, abandons the fire pit when a misjudged protective spell explodes into the middle of it, sending sparks flying over all that had gathered around. she gets caught up in the sea of wix stampeding in one direction and can't immediately find an opening to get out or a safe space to apparate. 

following their immediate instinct to just duck and take cover beneath a closed up, wooden stall ultimately does TEMPEST no good ; they're smart, but the penchant for utter, mindless destruction that the death eaters have trumps that every time. one of the hooded figures hits the wooden structure with expulso, not even to target them but just because it adds to the growing chaos. they only realise someone is cowering underneath it when the now brightly burning, collapsing structure draws a shrill scream from the wix caught below. 

throwing up an invisible block in the doorway of their tent the minute that chaos unfolded was definitely a good idea and saves them some initial trouble, but DUDLEY is the first to realise the other sort of danger that they have landed themselves into when smoke starts billowing out from the rooms at the back of the tent. "GINNY-" he starts, wide eyed and taking several steps back, whatever warning he was going to give interrupted by her shout of "fuck!" as she rushes past him, leaving DRACO alone to hold the barrier in place. her cry of aguamenti does little to douse the flames she can only barely see through thick, black smoke. she tries to put them out in vain while it continues to funnel into the tent, stinging their eyes and coating their lungs with every breath, until dudley grabs her upper arm and tugs her away. "it's no use," he tells her, through a cough, "we have to leave." he's right, of course. arms held over their mouths as they return to the front of the tent, a bead of sweat runs down draco's forehead from both rising heat and the pressure of holding the barrier, alone. "ready to go?" he asks them, to no reply ; ginny grabs a hand each, and they disappear with a pop. 

assuming that JUSTIN is close at their heels and with ISMENE holding tightly to her hand, ANTIGONE'S only thought is to get back to her van and get her dog. they were among the lucky ones - they hadn't been caught up at the heart of the campgrounds when everything went to hell, and has instead been hanging around the edges of the parties. they were ready to head back and get some sleep, but unwilling to be the first to leave. they are both so full of hope, so close to where they parked in the carpark when antigone turns to glance over her shoulder that it feels so stupid to stop at all, though of course they were always going to when she realises, with a jolt, that justin isn't behind them after all. ismene tries to tug her on as she opens her mouth to shout for him, but everything moves so fast - a furred body launches itself over a ford fiesta and lands heavy on top of them both, jaws snapping, and what comes out of her next is nothing but a wordless scream.

limping from an ankle that he twisted in his haste to get through the panicked crowd, OSKAR meets ELIZA at the flap of her tent and shoves her all the way back in again. "is elena-" with her fingers now knotted up in the sleeve of his shirt, she shakes her head. it's a relief. her husband appears in a doorway with a barely awake ezra holding on tight around his neck, face buried in his shoulder. "is it-" he begins to ask, but oskar interrupts, "it's bad. we have to go." a ground shaking explosion at that exact moment forces them to quicker action, and eliza pulls oskar towards the rest of her family so that when they apparate, they do it together.

( the explosion itself is one of the stronger cases for a person having 'just downright rotten luck' documented, in recent years. GRACE, dragging ASTORIA by her jacket towards the auror detainment tent with the promise that safety awaits, has no way of predicting the freak accident she ultimately involves them both in - she counters spells she sees zipping past with a quick protego, has barely caught a glimpse of a wolf since it all kicked off, is managing, just barely, to keep her cool… but when a powerful reducto from a stranger in the crowd collides with the gas tanks behind an abandoned food truck, the resulting explosion throws EVERYONE in the immediate vicinity backwards with painful force, searing their eyebrows and knocking them out without them ever really understanding what happened, in the first place )

on the other side of the campgrounds, a stupefy collides with the ground at MINETTE'S feet, only narrowly missing her. she lets out a terrified squeak and twists to face the hooded figure that targeted her, throwing a leg lock curse at them without taking the time to properly aim and parrying the spell they throw back at her with a protego. her shield sends it flying into a nearby tent - not the first casualty, not the last - and though it's luckily empty, her distraction in that moment after it hits is all it takes for them to hit her with a body bind. she falls with a strangled sort of yell, and the next sensation her body feels is blistering pain beneath a vengeful crucio. 

finally managing to break away from the crowd, ANDIE darts between two tents and turns left, weaving her way through temporary homes. her mind is blank with panic - she knows she should be apparating, but marco's cries in her ear tell her that it's a danger to do so with him so upset and all she's really trying to do, in this moment, is put as much distance between them and the wolves and the wayward spells as possible. of course, she realises she should've just risked it when the wolf jumps into her path, hackles raised, teeth stripped. she jumps so violently that marco lets out another loud cry, and as she starts to back up, the wolf follows. "please…" she sobs, "please don't hurt us…" the wolf, showing understanding, continues forward. "please-" an explosion of blue sparks from an off course spell cascades over them from where it collides with the outside of a tent, and she seizes the momentary distraction to turn on her heel and run. 

"oh, merlin-" seeing TEMPEST struggle beneath the weight of the burning, wooden debris of what was once a stall, MARIETTA rushes into action. her aguamenti does little to douse the roaring, magical flames, so she gives up before she wastes too much precious time and just grabs their hands and starts to pull while they use whatever purchase they can find in the ground beneath them to try and help. the debris doesn't want to let go of them, but after a few long moments of desperate pulling, an almighty tug gets them free - their clothes singed, smoking, actually smoldering from the fire that had been licking so dangerously close to them. marietta, for what it's worth, does more than just force them to roll around. she also violently smacks at where the smoke seems most likely to burst into flame with her bare hands, only stopping when she's absolutely sure the danger has passed. 

JUSTIN had gotten caught by the crowd. that was all. he had started hot on the heels of the xu's, but the rushing wix had cut him off halfway along the journey. when he tripped, he was forced to his knees. when he got stuck close at the ground, he was stuck there, unable to push himself back to standing or press ahead, forcefully frozen in place by the sea of wix that were so desperate to get away that they don't realise he's even there. he tries, he tries so hard, but when a knee collides with his forehead, his body folds in on itself - leaving him vulnerable to the heavy footfall of a panicked crowd. 

she was lucky enough not to experience the last time a quidditch celebration turned deadly, but she's probably heard all about it, by now. CARA is at a distinct disadvantage to everyone else, lost in the crowd and being unable to apparate out - she's heard stories of werewolves, heard the truth about death eaters, but she's not interested in combating either. she just wants to get safe, and when the going gets especially rough… "mum!" she weaves her way through the crowd of wix, screaming so loudly her voice is sure to go hoarse, "mum!" 

"PANSY-" is the last word that she hears before the werewolf that suddenly appears in their path leaps and THEO shoves her out of the way with all of his strength. he makes himself the target, though the wolf doesn't care which one of them it crashes into with enough force to send them both flying backwards into the nearest, wooden stall, a mess of both their limbs. pansy's scream of terror catches in her throat as she hits the ground hard enough to see stars, and she fights against every instinct that she has to just lay there and catch her breath to instead scramble for her wand and force herself back up again, blood running cold at the thought that she can only ever be too late. "theo!" she shrieks, rushing to where they have fallen and taking careless aim - it's a gamble of the worst kind, but somehow, her depulso lands true. the werewolf atop him gets thrown away into another stall as pansy throws herself over him in its place, apparating them away before it can get its bearings and come back for them, again. 

another spell that seems to have been fired directly at theme explodes in the fireplace that he had been allowing die, and with a loud "fuck this!" DAMARIS is gone. he can't say he doesn't understand, but with a little bit more of an emotional investment in his tent - and temporary home - VIKTOR doesn't immediately follow suit. still crouched low, a hand held over the gushing wound on his arm, he rushes over to douse the fire. glass cracks underfoot. he succeeds, but his relief is short lived, quickly replaced by the cold rushing of blood in his veins when he hears a snapping of jaws from behind him. to his credit, he doesn't take the time to look it in the eye. turning on the spot, viktor disappears the instant before the wolf's body collided with his own - he can still smell their rotting breath when he lands a few miles away, in safety. 

"get OFF-" SEAMUS, an arm broken by a stray curse hanging awkwardly at his side, roars. he was almost free of it all. almost out of the danger zone entirely when he stumbles on the most horrifying of scenes - two bloodied figures, strangers to him in the moment, a lone werewolf stood tall and tearing into them. he rushes toward the danger without pausing to think about whether he even should, if they're even still alive, drawing the attention of the wolf. it turns quicker than he thinks possible, but seamus is quick, too - his powerful expulso fueled by pain and fear sends the wolf flying into the night, crashing over the roof of a car, and though he gives it half a breath before he runs towards the XU'S, it doesn't come back again. 

CHO, who had already lost sight of her friends before the campgrounds went full chaos, isn't exactly looking for them - she's just trying to get away, same as everyone else. when a wolf lunges from the darkness and sinks their teeth into a strangers leg, she screams as loudly as they do and turns all the way around, running full pelt in the opposite direction. it is sheer chance that she happens on the same path as MINETTE, more of the same that a glance over her shoulder to make sure she isn't being followed results in her running full force into the death eater holding the other under crucio. their concentration is broken when they fall with cho in a tangle of limbs, but in the scrambling that they both do away from one another, the masked figure is quicker. they slash downwards with their wand and pain erupts, stemming from a large wound opened in cho's chest. she falls to her knees and, realising how exposed they now are, the death eater turns heel and runs. 

ANDIE trips over a tent peg. it's as simple and as utterly damning as that. she trips and falls with a cry, her ankle throbbing, and marco goes down with her. she doesn't know how long she has, and she still isn't thinking straight. her mind is clouded by terror, ten times worse for the fact that when she tries to get back to her feet, her ankle protests so badly she knows there's no point. "marco, baby, you have to run," she sobs, tears streaming down both their cheeks, "go. please, marco, go-" unfortunately, it isn't her pleading that he listens to. the deep growl of the wolf still in pursuit sends him running, and despite her terror - and the white hot pain that blossoms suddenly from her leg - andie is relieved. 

"ginny?!" ARTHUR shouts as loud as he can, pushing his way in the opposite direction of the moving crowd, making his way slowly - but absolutely surely - towards where he knows she pitched her tent. his robes ripped at the knee and sporting a nasty cut over one eye, he's already seen some of the worst of what's happening here but his main priority, as always, is his daughter. he's close enough, now, to spot a flash of red through the crowd. flames, he realises. flames, licking the sky. his heart feels like its going to burst out of his chest as he pushes through the final wall of people between him and his destination and he comes face to face with the stuff of nightmares. "ginny!" his voice cracks with the force of her name, and arthur doesn't hesitate - he charges forward through the opening at the front of the tent, headfirst into the smoke and fire. 

meanwhile, on the opposite side of the campgrounds, MARY collides with her daughter. she wraps her arms around her, protectively, and tugs her out of the still rushing crowd into a relatively safe pocket of calm at the edge of the beaten track, between two different stalls. CARA gives a terrified squeak and then relaxes - total trust in total chaos. "mum-" she cries, but mary knows better than most how little time they have in a situation as dire as this and has already ripped her wand from her shaking hand. "mum?" she asks, and mary holds her closer still with one arm, getting a feel for her wand with her other hand. "this is going to hurt," she tells her, solemnly, and then for the first time in twenty five years, mary apparates. for what it's worth, she's right. 

since the events of the derby, MARCO'S mother had tried to instill in him the idea that if he ever got lost like that again, he was to look for the nearest auror and stay with them until she came for him. terrified by what he's seen, tonight, he doesn't do it - but in a manner of speaking, he manages it all the same. it isn't an auror that finds him hunched down beneath the wooden counter of an abandoned food stall, but when MIKAELA finally inches her way into a clearing where once stood a now smoldering tent and comes face to face with ARTURO, she does so with the little boy held tightly in her arms.

"thank merlin-" she gasps, breaking into a short run to get to him faster without a single or second thought. he grabs onto them both, a desperate hug that lasts a few moments longer than is wise, in their current situation. 

"are you okay?" he asks, and though she gives a nod, he pulls her back and holds her at arms length anyways to check her and marco over, rambling all the while, "you haven't been hurt? where did you find him? you weren't bitten? the death eaters-" 

"we have to get out of here, right now-" 

"i know. you're right. we can apparate a few miles out, see if anyone's seen and-" there is a brief flash of red, bright as a flare, over his shoulder. arturo's eyes go blank and his body goes slack, stupefied from behind. she cries out as he loses balance, trying her hardest to keep him upright but finding herself entirely unable to support his weight with a quietly sobbing marco still held close to her. he falls and she adjusts the little boy, taking hold of him better with one arm so that she can raise her wand and defend herself against the death eater that targeted arturo, though instead-

a grey wolf, larger than any of the others that she caught a glimpse of in all of this chaos, stalks out of the shadows, one large paw after the other. intelligent, yellow eyes size her up. its lips peel back from its teeth in a vicious, warning growl, and mikaela is glad for the poor lighting - something viscous hangs from its canines, but if it's all over quick enough she'll never have to know exactly what.

"stay back," she tells it, aiming for bossy even as her palms sweat. she could run. she could apparate, even, risk the splinching just to get away - she'd probably make it, and better they're alive sans a finger or two than hold onto them all and be dead, but arturo… he decides everything for her. she holds her wand higher. "i don't want to hurt you," she says, trying to sound every bit as confident and as frightening as niko does when he puts voice to the horrid thoughts inside his head. 

the wolf steps forward again, unconvinced. marco buries his head further into the crook of her shoulder. 

"it's your last chance." 

it leans in. head low. hackles raised. a low grumble comes from deep within its chest. she's seen dogs like it, before, fighting in the street. she knows it's going to lunge, thinks it'll be faster than i can ever be, and then it DOES, and she shouts "avada-"

she knows it'll be close, too close to call, too close to know until one of them hits the ground-

the sickly green of a killing curse lands true, striking the wolf. it drops like a puppet whose strings have been cut into an unceremonious heap, crumpling to the floor as a man, not a beast. his unkempt silver hair is matted. his shrewd eyes unseeing. it wasn't mikaela's curse.

around her, dozens of figures pop into being. aurors and hit wix, the lot of them, hitting the ground running and rushing towards the chaos of elsewhere, their wands held high and at the ready. some of them slow down as they pass the body of the man, their eyes widening in recognition before they shake themselves from their shock and head off to get a hold of the situation. one girl falls to her knees beside arturo to cast the counterspell ; somehow she is able to manage relief when she sees his eyes, fluttering.

mikaela wraps her other arm back around marco, protectively, and turns to face her father. he keeps his wand held in his first when he closes the distance and performs an almost step by step imitation of her reunion from moments before - pulls her close, pushes her back, takes a good, long look at her, over her. 

she opens her mouth.

he cuts her off. "i told you."

ROUNDUP OF DAMAGES, INJURIES & FATALITIES :

by the time the aurors and general do gooders have everything under control, again, and the werewolves and death eaters have disappeared into the night, the campground is almost entirely levelled. anyone who didn't grab their belongings before they got out will likely not be able to find them, come morning, be it because their tent was burned to the ground or because the crowd stampeded over them. the death toll starts at ten, but climbs to thirty one as bodies are found and victims succumb to their injuries over the days that immediately follow. curiously, there are no deaths that can be attributed to the killing curse aside from that of FENRIR GREYBACK, who was killed by the minister of magic himself in defense of his daughter.

andie macnair is found by aurors and taken to st mungo's, quickly ; she was seriously injured and will need to spend a few days on a ward to fully recover. the bite to her leg was treated with dittany mixed with silver which has closed it, but she will be cursed with lycanthropy from this point onward.

antigone & ismene xu are in critical condition at st mungo's. if either survive, they will be cursed with lycanthropy.

arthur weasley had already suffered quite serious burns and smoke inhalation by the time he realised the tent was empty and passed out before he could get out - he would've burned to death had he not sent his patronus out and had it spotted by an auror, who dove in and dragged him out. he was taken from the scene and taken to st mungo's where he will need to spend several days, recovering.

arturo de la rosa suffered some minor injury but is mostly shook by the experience.

astoria greengrass suffered serious injury in the explosion that claimed lives and is lucky to be alive. she is removed from the scene and taken to st mungo's where she will have to spend several days to fully recover.

cara macdonald was badly splinched when she was apparated out and will need to seek treatment in st mungo's, though aside from this, she is mostly just shaken.

cho chang suffered serious injury from an unidentified curse that was thrown at her during the chaos and was taken to st mungo's from the scene, where she will have to spend at least the night having copious amounts of dittany applied to the gaping wound.

damaris vector is more shaken, than anything. they suffered a few minor scapes to their hands and knees, but apparated out before it could get any worse.

dudley dursley suffered minor smoke inhalation but got out quick and is more shaken by the experience than anything else.

eliza fawley ( and her husband and son ) are shaken, but unscathed.

ginny weasley (and draco malfoy ) suffered minor smoke inhalation but got out quick and are more shaken by the experience than anything else.

grace moody suffered serious injury in the explosion that claimed lives and is lucky to be alive. she is removed from the scene and taken to st mungo's where she will have to spend several days to fully recover.

justin finch-fletchley suffered serious injury when he was crushed beneath the crowd and is taken from the scene to st mungo's, where he will have to spend several days to fully recover.

marcus flint apparated out immediately and is unscathed.

marietta edgecombe suffered some minor burns to her hands, but is mostly unscathed.

mary macdonald was badly splinched when she apparated out and will need to seek treatment in st mungo's, though aside from this, she is also mostly just shaken.

mikaela karkaroff ( and marco macnair ) are badly shaken but mostly unscathed.

minette merrythought is badly shaken by her time beneath the cruciatus, but can be treated for shock on the scene. she's advised to have a stiff drink when she gets home, to further calm her nerves.

narcissa malfoy ( and her husband, plus a couple peacocks ) apparated out immediately and are unscathed.

oskar catchlove sprained his ankle in the chaos but can have this seen by an on site healer.

pansy parkinson suffered a minor concussion when she hit the ground, but is relatively unscathed. she's lucky that theo was there.

seamus finnigan broke his arm after he was hit by a stray curse, but has his choice ; he can take a shot of skele-gro on the scene and deal with it himself or seek treatment at st mungo's, where he will be fully observed overnight.

tempest clearwater has sustained minor burns, cuts and bruises from the stall that was collapsed on top of them ; they will need to spend a night in st mungo's to be properly treated.

theodore nott is miraculously unbitten but suffered serious cuts and bruising when he crashed into a wooden stall ; he will have to seek treatment in st mungo's and spend at least one night, for observation.

viktor krum was grazed by a ribboning curse and has suffered quite a serious injury to his upper arm. this can be taken care of with an administration of dittany by healers on scene.

OUT OF CHARACTER :

this marks the end of our charity quidditch game event ! no new event based starters should be posted from here on out, but you can feel free to continue any threads you began over the last few weeks and are welcome to transition to the aftermath.

[professorpski]

Cousin to The Seven Year Itch Halter Dress, Butterick 6938

There is a famous scene in the 1955 film, The Seven-Year Itch, a movie set in a hot summer in New York City when air conditioning was still rare. Marilyn Monroe is standing over a subway grate and the whoosh of a train blows up the skirt of her white halter dress giving some relief from the heat.

This re-issued 1950s pattern from Butterick is the cousin to that famous white dress. There are differences--Monroe’s dress by Travilla had a pleated skirt, a waist-tie, and no buttons in front--but they share a silhouette of fitted bodice with a halter neck and a full skirt.  Indeed, you could alter this pattern to make it look more like the iconic dress, but the ensemble here is both charming and practice.

The buttons on the front bodice appear on the little jacket as well. And the jacket is a nice addition since air-conditioning can create a chill on many a summer evening out.  While the buttons are functional, you get into the dress with a side zipper.

The dress and jacket take 6-7 yards of 45″ fabric, and they suggest crispy cottons like chambray, broadcloth or pique, or fancier silks like taffeta or shantung.  I  would either test muslin the bodice or add extra-large seam allowances (3/4″), so that you can tweak the close fit. You need to take into account the shape of the shoulders, the bustline and the waistline and how they relate to each other, are you long-waisted, short-waisted, etc.

Realize the skirt will be WIDE, and you may prefer to pleat it rather than gather it at the waist to reduce bulk. The 1950s designers loved the fitted bodice with the enormous skirt, but many of us find it overwhelming to the eye.

You can find it at your local fabric store on online here: https://simplicity.com/butterick/b6938

[roosterforme]

The Curveball Part 12 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Being reunited with Molly has Bob feeling comfortable and confident again. But navigating the holidays with their families for the first time has him yearning to make things official. The ring tucked away in the closet is on his mind more and more.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, swears, pregnancy, smut, 18+

Length: 5900 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

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Bob felt like he had missed so much while he was away. He would have loved to dress up in one of the family baseball themed costumes for Halloween. He wished he hadn't missed the games with the Navy Waves rec league. And he was kind of devastated he hadn't been there for all of Molly's appointments, but at least she had the ultrasound images spread out for him when he got home. 

But he didn't get to see them right away, because more than anything else, he missed being with Molly. And he could tell she had missed him. She couldn't keep her eyes or hands off him. It still seemed unfathomable that he affected her as much as she affected him. But here he was, staggering inside the condo and kicking the door closed while Molly's hands worked at the zipper of his khaki pants. The exhaustion he felt over the lack of sleep he got on the carrier was nothing compared to the happiness he felt over being home.

"I get uniform time today," she whispered, lips all over his chin and jaw. "I wasn't prepared for this level of hotness after missing you for weeks and weeks, Bobby."

"I missed you, too. You got so big," he grunted, rubbing her belly through her dress. Then he felt his son kick him, and he smiled. "Mo, he knows I'm home."

She laughed, and it made Bob feel better than he had for weeks. Then she kissed his lips and pulled him toward the bedroom. "This is the most he's kicked all week. We both missed you, Daddy."

But before he let her get her hands back inside his pants, Bob gently guided her closer to their bed. "You are the only one for me. Just you and the baby." His brain flashed to a memory of Annamarie grimacing as he talked about Molly. He really wished he hadn't even spoken to her. He wanted to take it all back. But Molly still loved him. And he was never going to stop loving her. 

She was biting her lip and looking up at him as she eased her hand inside his pants, wrapped her right hand around his cock and started jerking him off. He was already hard. Her hand felt so much better than his ever did. But he cupped her cheeks in his palms and bent to kiss her lips. "I need us to go slow right now, Mo."

"Okay," she whispered, easing her hand cautiously away from him. "We can go slower."

He kissed her one more time. "I'm exhausted. When I tell you that I have barely slept since the last time I saw you, I'm not exaggerating. And besides, I want this to last as long as possible, because I need you to know that I missed being intimate with you. Not just being inside you."

Her lips parted, and she smiled softly up at him. "Slow and kind of romantic. Okay, Bobby."

"That's what I need." Bob kissed her fingers, and then she guided his hands down to pull her dress over her head. He was careful to ease the soft fabric over her belly slowly, so he didn't hurt her. And when the dress hit the floor, his lips found the little glasses charms on her piercings right away. 

He rolled them around on his tongue, one after the other, before he licked her collarbone. Molly was whimpering and whispering his name, and he kept his hands gently on her belly. "Mo. Is it possible that I missed the way you smell? And the softness of your skin?"

She ran her fingers through his hair and tugged him back to her lips for more kisses. Slowly, she worked at his buttons before tucking her hands inside the hem of his undershirt. She pulled her lips away from his and ran her nails along his abdomen until Bob was painfully hard. "The thing I missed the most is how you think before you talk, and the way you aren't fucking annoying like everyone else."

Bob laughed as Molly removed both of his shirts. When she sat on the edge of their bed, she looked up at him and unzipped his pants. "I was planning on sucking your cock as many times as you wanted me to," she whispered, slowly swirling her tongue along the bead of his precum and moaning. "Because I missed having your cum in my mouth."

"Jesus," Bob grunted. 

"But, I also missed feeling you in my pussy." She spread her legs wider, and even with her bigger bump, Bob could see that she was wet for him. "So why don't you tell me what you want." She lazily licked along his cock and sucked gently on the tip as she looked up at him. Bob could watch her do this all day, mesmerized by how pretty she looked and how good she felt at the same time. 

"I like this," he blurted, rubbing his thumb along her cheek as she giggled with her lips on him. Then she took him a little deeper, and Bob closed his eyes as her fingernails found his balls. Soon he was throbbing for her, and he pulled himself from her mouth. 

"I can keep going," she said, but he was shaking his head. 

"I wanna cum inside you, Honey."

He watched her get on her hands and knees and crawl up to the top of the bed. Her perfect ass and pussy were on display for him, and he had to stroke himself as he watched. And then she was standing on her knees and holding the top of the wooden headboard. Her thighs were spread wide, and she was smiling over her shoulder. "You better whisper sweet nothings about how much you missed me while you fuck me, Lieutenant Floyd. And I want you to fuck me good."

Bob stripped out of his shoes, socks and pants and crawled up the bed behind her. He licked along the round globe of her ass before he stood on his knees behind her with his cock rubbing against her slick pussy. He kissed her shoulder and guided himself inside, and Molly made the most delicious sounds as he thrusted deeper. "Nothing else sounds that pretty."

As Molly wiggled herself back against him, she said, "God, I missed you." 

Bob's hands found her hips as he buried his face against her neck and inhaled. "I missed you, too. Every second that I was away from you felt like a week." He let one big hand rest on her belly as he slid the other up to her tits. With a smirk he tugged gently on her piercing until she gasped. "It feels like you missed me, too."

"You know I did!" she whined, already fluttering around his cock with every one of his thrusts. "I need you!"

"Hmm," he hummed, keeping his movements slow and steady. "Love you, Honey."

He guided his fingers down her belly to her clit where he could feel himself inside her. As soon as he was touching her, Molly tightened her grip on the headboard, and then his thrusts got a little faster. She arched her back and came for him as he caressed her tattoos and told her that nobody else could compare to how lovely she is. And then she turned to kiss him over her shoulder while he came, fucking his cum deeper and deeper until his hips finally stilled. 

When he let his head come to rest on her shoulder, she took his hands in hers. And then he yawned so big and loud that she started laughing. "Oh, Bobby. You're beyond exhausted. Let's get you snuggled in bed."

He tried to protest. He tried to tell her he could stay up and get her something for lunch after he took a shower to help wake him up. But she silenced him with kiss after kiss. "We have freezer meals from your mom that I can heat up. Now climb under the covers."

Bob did as he was told with another enormous yawn. "I'm sorry, Mo."

"Stop it!" she said with another laugh as she removed his glasses. "Do you know how sweet it is that you can't get a good night's sleep without me? Very fucking sweet, Uncle Bob."

He pulled the bedding up to his shoulders and reached for her again. "Will you stay with me? At least until I fall asleep. I can't fall asleep without you."

"Of course."

After two minutes of Molly snuggled up next to him, running her fingers through his hair and whispering how big the baby was measuring, Bob was sound asleep with his arms around her.

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Over the next few weeks, Bob required a number of naps and a little extra sleep each night. He was so worn out, that Molly was worried at first. So she made them sandwiches for dinner each night and tried to take care of thing as much as she could. But it was honestly adorable to her the way he would take little cat naps with her on the couch after work. And he brought home gas station flowers with him most nights. 

When she woke up alone a few days before her birthday, she quickly climbed out of bed. It was still early. Neither of them had to work today. He should have still been sound asleep. After a minute of investigating, she found Bob in the nursery, sitting on the floor in his gray sweatpants, reading. He was so handsome and sincere, it was no wonder other women were interested in him. And maybe he was onto something with his wedding band theory. 

"You okay?" she whispered, and he jumped a little before he looked up at her with a smile. 

"Yeah. Feeling good. Just thought I'd start putting this crib together." 

Molly shuffled into the room and bent to kiss his forehead. His parents had purchased the crib and dropped it off a few days ago, along with some more homemade meals and some baby boy clothes. They seemed very excited to have a grandson, and Molly was just happy they didn't hate her. 

"You slept enough?"

"Mmhmm," he hummed, gently pulling her down onto his lap. "Where do you want the crib? On this wall here or next to the window?" he asked softly as she settled against him. 

"This wall," she replied as Bob slipped his hands around her and let them rest on her belly. The baby knew his dad was there. He must have been able to hear Bob's voice, because he started to kick like crazy. "This kid is wild about you."

Bob just rubbed her bump and asked, "What are we going to do about the size of the condo?"

Molly looked around the bedroom. It wasn't huge, but it was definitely big enough. "What do you mean?"

Bob pressed his lips to her neck and snuggled against her. "If we want to have more than one kid, there won't be enough space. I was already thinking about it while I was deployed."

"You were?" Molly gasped with a laugh. She still wasn't sure she could get through just one pregnancy. "Let's just simmer down here, Cowboy Bob."

When she looked at him, he was blushing. "It was just something that I was thinking about. That's all."

Well. Now Molly was thinking about it, too.

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When Bradley opened his front door and said, "Happy Thanksgiving. Oh, and happy birthday, Molly," Bob watched her roll her eyes. 

"You said them out of order. My birthday takes precedence."

"She's been like this all day," Bob told Bradley as he walked inside to find Everett wearing a paper turkey hat while he helped his mom in their kitchen. 

"I honestly don't know how you deal with her, Bob," Bradley replied loudly with a smirk, and Molly flipped him off behind her back. 

"She's a delight," he replied sincerely, earning him a chuckle from Bradley. Bob watched as Everett came running toward Molly.

"Happy birthday, Aunt Molly!" he shouted, and she smothered his face in kisses while he laughed. 

"See? He gets it! The seven year old gets it! I don't know what's wrong with the rest of you," she said as she tickled her nephew.

"She'll be a good mom," Bradley whispered before he headed into the kitchen. 

Bob had no doubt that Molly would surpass everybody's expectations, even his own which were sky high. Molly was incredible. She was a fantastic nurse, a loving aunt and sister, and she made Bob feel like he was good enough. 

"You coming, Lieutenant Floyd?" she asked, holding out her hand for him. He took it right away. Bob drank a few beers with Bradley before dinner. Then Molly fell asleep with her head on his lap until the food was on the table. 

"Mo, Honey. Your sister said we can eat now." She jolted awake, and looked up at him before scrambling to sit on his lap. 

"I just had the most horrible dream," she croaked, rubbing her ever growing bump. 

He cupped her cheeks and ran his thumbs along her soft skin. "About what?"

She swallowed hard and shook her head sadly before saying, "I had a dream that the doctor told me I had to take my piercings out because my boobs got bigger, and then I remembered that at my last appointment, he really did say that could happen." She looked like she was on the verge of tears, but Bob started laughing. "It's not funny!"

"It's kind of funny."

She looked scandalized. "I thought you loved them!"

Bob ran his fingers along her sides and gently stroked her breasts through her clothing. "I love you. And yeah, these are fun. But if you have to take them out, you can always get them pierced again later."

She kind of shrugged and slid off of his lap, and now he couldn't wait to give her the birthday gift that was waiting at home. She walked sullenly into the dining room where Bradley was cutting up the turkey while Everett ate heaping spoonfuls of cranberry sauce. 

Molly and her sister got the rest of the food ready to serve, and then her sister said, "I have an important announcement to make. Dinner is on hold until Molly opens her birthday presents, because her birthday takes precedence when it falls on Thanksgiving."

Molly bounced in place and squealed while Everett ran to the hallway closet. "Wait, so this is like a real thing?" Bob asked, looking at the woman he loved. 

"Since we were kids," her sister said with an eye roll before she pulled Molly in for a hug. "She's always been like this. She'll never change."

"Rest in peace, Bob," muttered Bradley, and Molly threw a dinner roll at him as she laughed. 

"Open it!" Everett said, handing a rather large gift to Molly. A second later, she was crying happy tears and holding a gift card to the sushi restaurant along with an enormous ten pound red gummy bear. "I picked it out!"

"Of course you did, Ev. It's perfect. A gummy bear that will take me a year to eat. It's all I ever wanted."

"Can we eat dinner now?" Bradley asked, serving fork poised over the turkey. 

"Yes," Molly said sweetly.

Later that night, when Bob carried a bag full of containers of leftovers into the condo, he whispered, "Want to open your other birthday present from me?"

She perked up right away. "I thought the thirty gas station flowers for my thirtieth birthday was my birthday present?" she asked, gesturing to all the vases full of flowers on the table. 

"I got you something else, too," he said, taking her hand and leading her to their bedroom. "Hang on. It's in the closet." Molly went to sit on the edge of the bed as Bob rooted around for the wrapped gift. His hand paused where he had hidden what was meant to be her engagement ring. When he closed his eyes, he could see it on her finger. He could see a wedding band on his own hand. His heart pleaded with him to give it to her. To at least see what she said. But he shook his head and grabbed the box instead. 

When he handed it to her, she tore into the paper right away. "I don't know what you would even get me, because I don't need anything."

"You needed that huge gummy bear."

"You're damn right, I did," she muttered as she dropped the paper to the floor and held up her gift. "Oh!"

It was a personalized jewelry box with individual spots meant for all of Molly's barbells and rings. He filled one of the spots with a set that had airplane charms. The elaborate engraving on the lid said Bob's Favorite Jewelry Collection. "Do you like it?" he asked softly. Never in a million years would he have imagined he'd have a girlfriend he could get this kind of gift for. But here he was. 

"Bobby! It's perfect!" He watched her gather up her silver barbells and her other sets before carefully placing them in the box. "Just perfect."

"Just like you."

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Molly supposed this was a traditional Christmas. She hadn't had one in years, but this seemed correct. Her belly was starting to get uncomfortable at times. She had to wear a stretchy abdominal band at work and ugly orthopedic shoes. But when all five of them drove out to Bob's parent's house on Christmas Eve, Molly felt really good. Almost comfortable.

She sat in the back of the Bronco sandwiched between Everett and her sister, holding onto the pie that she and Bob had baked together. And she listened to Bob and Bradley conversing with some holiday tunes playing on the radio. 

"Only ten more weeks or so to go," her sister said, rubbing her hand on Molly's belly. "You excited?"

"Who knows," Molly sighed, resting her head on her sister's shoulder. "Kind of. Also terrified. And unprepared and also overprepared. And confused and tired. Bob had to finish setting up the nursery last week, because I started to freak out. I don't know."

"You'll do great."

"How do you know that? How?"

"Because I'll be there to help, of course."

Molly desperately wanted to roll her eyes, but she couldn't. Her sister was correct. She could learn how to mom from a pro. 

When they arrived, Bob took everyone's jackets upstairs to his old bedroom while Molly made the rounds and hugged everyone. Everett immediately went to the playroom with Piper, and Molly realized her own son would get to play in there soon. "Wild," she muttered, wrapping her hands under her belly. She and Bob had talked about baby names other than Everett, but they hadn't agreed on many. But it didn't matter; she would wear him down and get what she wanted. 

But this traditional holiday thing? It was pretty cool. There was a ton of food, Bob's sisters, a real Christmas tree, and even some gifts with her name on them. "I love it here," she told Bob after dinner. "Your parents gave me a book on parenting and a taco of the month dinner subscription that they said I didn't have to share with you. And! And! There's an ornament on the tree with my name on it!"

Bob chuckled. "Yeah. My mom loves you. She said something about how you and she really bonded while I was deployed." He wrapped his arms around her and leaned down to whisper. "I love you, and you look gorgeous in this dress."

Molly moaned in spite of herself. Her hormones were all over the place now. Sometimes she didn't want to be touched, and sometimes she was outrageously horny. At the moment, she was close to groping Bob in the living room while everyone drank eggnog and listened to Frosty the Snowman.

"I have an idea," she murmured. "Meet me upstairs in your old bedroom."

He looked at her like he wanted to tell her no. But then one eyebrow quirked up, and his greenish blue eyes glittered. "Okay."

She practically ran upstairs, and when she got into the bedroom, Molly shimmied her underwear down her legs and stepped out of them. She knelt to pick them up as Bob joined her in the nearly dark bedroom. 

As she tucked her panties into the pocket of his jeans, Bob wrapped her in his arms and kissed her. He was always careful with her belly, and he wouldn't have initiated this himself. But she wanted it. She wanted him. His hands smoothed down her dress to her butt as she tasted his mouth. "You wanna fuck me, Bobby?" she asked sweetly as his lips met the side of her neck. "You wanna make me get loud up here?"

"Mo," he grunted, and she could feel that he was hard when she placed her hand near his zipper. "Will you let me?"

She giggled softly and turned to face the dresser, bending slightly and letting her hands rest on the smooth, wooden surface. "I want you to." She rubbed herself back against him, and then she felt his hands on his zipper before he gently guided her dress up to her hips. And then he was inside her, and she moaned as his hands found her waist. 

"Honey," he groaned, thrusting until he bottomed out. Soon Molly was seeing stars in the darkness. 

"Harder, Bobby," she whined, guiding his fingers around to her clit. She bumped back against him, so close to getting that friction that she was aching for. "Yes," she gasped when his fingers rubbed her clit just right. "Yes."

He was sucking on her neck and whispering her name when the door opened, and light from the hallway filled the room. "Shit," Bob swore. Bob never swore. He pulled his glorious cock out of her pussy, and Molly wanted to give whomever opened the door a piece of her mind. 

"Oh my god!" It was her sister. Bob was hiding behind Molly, trying to pull her dress down over her butt, and her sister just kept saying, "Oh my god!"

"Sorry," Bob said miserably as he tried to zip up his jeans. "We were just...."

"I thought we were getting ready to leave! I wanted to grab our jackets." At least she was covering her eyes now, but Molly was annoyed. That was building to be a really great orgasm.

Her sister ran back down the hallway, and Bob gathered the jackets. "I guess it's time to go." After that Bob and her sister could barely look at each other.

And that carried over to the following day. And Molly didn't know how to fix the fact that her insane libido was messing up Christmas morning at her sister and Bradley's house. Bob's cheeks were flushed with pink anytime she talked to him. And Molly's sister wasn't any less obvious in her embarrassment. 

Just when Molly was going to suggest they start opening presents, her sister took Bob by the elbow, and the two of them walked out onto the back deck with their mugs of coffee.

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Bob was bracing himself for the most awkward conversation of his life. This could potentially be even more mortifying than when he had to tell Molly that another woman kissed him. But as he quietly sipped his coffee as he leaned against the deck railing next to Molly's sister, he knew he had to just suck it up. He wanted her to be his sister in law. He wanted her to be his family. 

Just as he was about to speak, she turned to him and said, "Bob, I love you. I think you're great. I think you and Molly light up when you're together. I saw how miserable she was when you were gone. You're having a child together." She paused and sighed, "And now I know for a fact that the two of you won't hesitate to get physical, well, pretty much anywhere."

"I-"

"Just tell me what your intentions are with Molly!" she nearly shouted before pressing her lips together. "Please."

Bob was shocked into silence. He was expecting to be scolded for having sex when and where he did, but this was something he wasn't even sure he could answer. Should he tell her about the ring? Should he tell her he bought it before he knew Molly was pregnant? Should he tell her that Molly told him not to propose to her?

He looked down at his hands and said, "I intend to spend my life with her. Raise the baby together. Buy a bigger place if we need it. Have a future." 

When he met her eyes she was chewing her lip nervously. "It's just scary for me, because sometimes I can see the same mistakes I made when I look at Molly. The way she's so physically attached to you. It was hard to watch her when you weren't here. And now she's pregnant like I was....and I know she can take care of herself. I know she can. And she could take care of a baby alone, too. She'd be better than I was, I just know it." 

Bob opened his mouth to speak, but she held up her hand. "Please. I just need to....Molly isn't the type to be concerned about bills and health insurance. When I asked her what kind she had, she told me she had the free one through her employer. She isn't the type to be worried about those kinds of things. She's the type who effortlessly makes everyone else happier to be around her. And I'm not saying she needs someone to take care of her. And I'm not saying she needs to protect herself against you like I had to do with Danny." She had tears in her eyes now as she whispered, "But I'm just surprised you haven't asked her to marry you."

Bob's heart was aching. He had the ring. He would have married Molly in the summer if he could have. But all he had was these verbal promises they had made to each other. It felt so flimsy now, talking to her sister about it. But the best he could say was, "Molly and the baby are my life. I am the kind person who thinks about things like health insurance and bills, and I'm taking care of everything. I just..." He rubbed his forehead and looked out over the backyard. "I can only go at Molly's pace. That's what I've been doing from the start. Just letting her set the pace. But I'm all in. She knows that. And maybe soon she'll be open to the idea of more."

She wrapped Bob in a hug, and then they stood silently side by side for a few minutes. When they went back in, Molly and Bradley were fighting over what they wanted to watch on TV, and Everett was eating caramel popcorn for breakfast. 

"Can we open presents now?" Everett asked.

"Yes, please!" Molly chimed in, giving up the battle for the remote in favor of all the wrapped gifts. "Bradley can open this one from me first."

Bob headed for a spot on the couch, somehow feeling a lot lighter after his conversation on the deck. Especially since Molly's sister also looked a lot less stressed out now. 

Everyone watched Bradley open his gift from Molly which turned out to be a shirt that said World's Okayest Dad. "Merry Christmas, turd," she said with a smug expression.

Bradley hooted with laughter as he bent down to retrieve another gift and handed it to Molly. When she opened it to reveal a shirt that said World's Okayest Aunt, everyone was laughing. They both put their shirts on over what they were already wearing, and Molly's was bunched up around her belly, which Bob thought looked adorable. 

Then she snuggled in at his side as they all watched Everett open up the mound of presents that Bradley got for him. It was his first year as a dad, and it looked like he had no self control at all. Bob and Molly had agreed to skip gifts for themselves and splurge on some things for the nursery instead. 

As Everett pulled a Nerf launcher out of the packaging, Molly kissed Bob's cheek and whispered, "I love you, Lieutenant Floyd. You think our family of three will look as cute as they do next year?"

"I do, Mo. I really do," he said, slowly moving his hand around on her belly until he could feel the baby kicking. "And I think we should talk more about the future."

"The future?"

"Yeah. Me and you."

"Hmm," she hummed as Everett launched some Nerf darts at Bradley who went to hide behind the tree. "Well, I have been thinking about the future more and more." She looked up at him, and he felt the baby kick. "How do you feel about wildflower meadows at sunset? And taking a double dose of your allergy medicine?"

Bob gave her a funny look. "What are we talking about now?"

"The future, Daddy. The future."

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The thing that was really bothering Bob a few weeks later, was the fact that Molly kept talking about the future. She told him she was putting more of her income into savings for the baby. She asked him if their son could be a beneficiary on his pension. And before she left for work this morning, she had even asked him if would prefer a warm weather or cold weather honeymoon. 

She said the word honeymoon to him as she ate a piece of toast with peanut butter and hot sauce smeared all over it, and then she casually kissed his cheek and left for work before he could even come up with a response. What in the world was going on? He wasn't complaining, exactly. But he wanted more information. And now he was going to have to wait until he got home from work later.

Of course he was flying today. He kept messing things up in the air, and Phoenix was about to lose her cool. "Bob! I need a response faster than that! Where is Maverick?!" 

"I'm sorry!" he replied, completely exasperated. But nothing improved from there. He wanted to call Molly during his lunch break, but he just didn't have time. And now that he was finally heading for the locker room, he knew he'd need to take a shower here instead of at home. Molly didn't like him coming back to the condo smelling like jet fuel right now.

So he showered and dressed as quickly as he could before heading out into the cool January evening. He thought tonight he would just do it. He would ask what she meant about a honeymoon, and if it seemed favorable, he would get the ring and give it to her. He wanted her to have it anyway. And if she still wasn't sure, she could put it in the jewelry box with her nipple barbells until she was sure. She could put it away for as long as it took. But at least she would know that he wanted to get married.

However, when he got home, Bob nearly passed out for a different reason. Molly was sitting perched on the edge of the living room couch wearing a lacy black bra and panties. Her beautiful belly was on display, and her hands were resting softly on her thighs. "Oh good, you're home," she said with a smile, popping up and heading his way. She was stunning. And so sweet. So loving. And she looked sinful to him right now.

"Mo?" he croaked, and she wrapped her arms around his waist. 

"I have something for you," she whispered, kissing his lips. "Something I want you to see."

He wanted to talk more about a serious future with her. He wanted to ask what she meant by a honeymoon. But his brain was just buzzing as she took over his senses. His hands reached for her hips, and her smile grew. "I wanted to talk about something."

She pouted a little bit. "Can I show you what I got for you first? I had them custom made."

"Molly," he said, his voice taking on a tone of warning. "What did you mean by a honeymoon this morning?"

But she just grinned and took his hand in hers. "I think it'll be easier for me to answer that after you come take a look at this."

Bob followed her to their bedroom and let her push him down to sit on the bed. And then she stood between his splayed legs, and he kissed her belly. "Hi," he whispered to his son. "Love you."

Molly ran her fingers through his hair and he looked up to meet her eyes. "Coach Cute Glasses, I've been thinking about us."

Bob swallowed hard. "About what?"

She leaned down to press the softest kiss to his lips. "Everything. You and me and the baby. Us getting married."

"Married?" he gasped, but she was standing up straight now, and he was scrambling to reach for her hips again. 

"Mmhmm," she hummed, and Bob watched as she reached behind herself to unclasp her bra. The decadent fabric slid away from her body so slowly, his hands twitched. She said the word married. She was getting undressed. "So?" she asked. "What do you think?"

Molly shimmied a little in front of him, and her piercings caught his attention. They were new. They were pretty. Her breasts looked swollen and enticing, and she had new piercings. Ones that were just for him. 

Mrs. Floyd

The charms hanging from her perfect nipples said Mrs. Floyd. 

"Molly?" he gasped, jumping to his feet and wrapping her in his arms as she smiled nervously. "Mrs. Floyd?"

"Yeah," she whispered. "Do you want to get married?"

Bob cupped her cheeks and kissed her as he smiled. "Oh, Molly. Yeah. I want to get married." Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and laughed against his lips. He was shocked. So surprised. And now he definitely had a new favorite set of her piercings. 

"Oh!" he gasped, kissing her one last time before pulling away. He ran for the closet and shoved everything out of the way. He dug around under his duffle bag, reaching back to try to find it. 

"What's wrong?" Molly asked behind him. "What are you doing?"

"I have something for you, too," he said, and then he finally wrapped his fingers around it. When he stood with the gold and diamond ring on his palm, he held it out to her. 

"Y-You already had a ring?" she asked, looking up at him in surprise as she ran her fingers along the cluster of diamonds that looked like a flower. 

"Of course. Molly, I bought it before I knew you were pregnant. I have been wanting to give it to you since the day you told me about the baby."

And then she was crying as Bob slid the ring onto her finger. He kissed along her piercings and her pretty tits and her belly. And he kept saying, "We're getting married, Honey."

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Eight of Wands & Motorsport Racers

You don’t need a license to heed the siren call of the open road.

💋Motorsports or Biker fashion aesthetic and the individuals who wear them embody the energy of the 8 of wands best. Mandolin-collared racer jackets, belted boots, and chunky zippers all preferably in leather equipped these warriors for an urban apocalypse. The highly durable, high-speed clothing symbolizes protection against the dying city streets of a post-apocalyptic world. In comparison with ancient suit of armors, however, current styles are far more playful and sexier. The aesthetic’s created fantasy of crime and speed attracts people to them in recent years. Muses of the 8 of wands tempt us to strike while the iron is hot. To live a life of adrenaline. Their style represents what living in the fast lane and/or wide expanse looks like.

☄️The final stages of the fire suit in tarot (wands) had left the drive to conquer in Aries and the celebration and trials of leadership in Leo. When we arrived in Sagittarius, the heroine became legendary for her previous deeds. At the end lies a burden to sustain one’s legacy. Hence, in the 10 of Wands imagery, a man is weighed down by his many accomplishments. The 8 of wands is exactly where the action is. A mutable fire or a wildfire is on the move. Here in a Jupiter-ruled fire sign, ambition changes gears to higher realms. Ruthlessness and conflicts seemed to be left far behind in Aries and Leo. So why is there something immoral about Sagittarius first decan? Why the association with crime?

☄️Boldness, Malice, Liberty headline the decan’s Agrippa image. We encountered a warrior braving the open road. Perhaps for an adventure or…in most cases, to get away with something. Mercury who co-rules with Jupiter gives this decan its shadow qualities since he is the god Hermes who travels between the underworld and the surface world. Constantly lurking between worlds often pushes them to the fringes of society. It is one of the many hermetic explanations for Sagittarius' bohemian or free-spirit stereotypes. They are sometimes deemed dangerous for being part of the counter-culture. Often they are tasked to carry the collectives' shadow representing the antithesis of whatever was the norm at that time. Another significant Hermetic symbolism is the fixed stars of Lupus the wolf which can be seen in three degree groups of this decan. In ancient times wolves were powerful shamanic creatures representing higher learning (9th house) and the human drive to investigate the existence or nature of God. A very Sagittarian theme. Unfortunately, by medieval times wolves became negatively associated with heresy. Women especially are vulnerable to allegations of dark witchcraft practices. Believed to seduce “wretched” people and entrapping them.

💋Etymologically, Lupa in Latin (lit. she-wolf) translates to a prostitute who seduces through her rapaciousness. Interestingly, a key feature of the biker aesthetic during its peak fame (2022/2023) is a luscious deep red dubbed ‘cherry cola’. It was in every subsection of beauty (hair, nails, makeup). The star muse of this shade is a leather jacket-wearing and over-lined lipped Kylie Jenner, emphasizing yet again the sex appeal of biker/racer-inspired clothing. Although the clingy materials of biker aesthetics are mainly worn to shield them from the rough asphalt, they naturally complement the body’s natural curves. I think this resonates with the 8 of Wands persona. Natives of this card play the forbidden fruit, the dark bittersweet cherry who is likely to scare you as much as she entices. Mercury’s wit and Jupiter’s jovialness bestow a charming and humorous attitude to individuals of first Sagittarius. The humor is not without irony, however, a little black and morbid. Still, this gives them a uniquely intoxicating charm, capable of making illicit subjects and dangerous antics at best, cathartic and simultaneously fun.

☄️Sagittarius Decans are represented by the Centaur creature (half-man, half-beast). They reveal the unification of our animalistic nature with our human (strategic, meaning-making, rational) mind. our pursuit of higher learning and philosophy can’t be separated from the physical prowess of our lower, instinctual nature. Instead, in Sagittarius, we learned that it is on our basest nature to enquire about the physical world around us. Hence, there’s an understanding among racers and bikers to merge with their vehicle. Akin to ancient Amazonians and warriors who built genuine deep relationships with their horses. Together they become formidable warriors. Moreso in this decan than the ones after do we see the full result of this unification. Austin Koppock named Decan one of Sagittarius: “poisoned arrows”, which I think testify to the swift precision of its natives in obtaining their goals. Whether it is a race to the finish line, a beloved to seduce, or dreams to chase, it'll surely be attained fast and decisively.

💋To feel the 8 of Wands in its entirety I suggest watching the Fast and Furious movies. They feature styling and female characters who embody the card/decan's bold, fiery, and intense energy with a hint of malice. The garments and styling worn in the "Fast and Furious" saga testify to its global settings (Puerto Rico, Tokyo, London, Los Angeles, and more). Since Jupiter does not understand boundaries and only expansion, travel is expected. Elements such as muscle tees, jeans, leather, etc. are modified through color and cut depending on levels of practicality as well as settings and characters. The women share an element of vulgarity overall though, especially in the earlier installments. Each look is adorned with silver metal jewelry and chunky leather footwear. The clothes show equal parts skin and fierceness, fitting for the characters' rough lifestyle as professional drag racers. A personal favorite of mine are the looks worn by Suki (Devon Aoki) in 2 Fast 2 Furious (2015). She clearly wasn't denied any restrictions with colors. Dressed in multicolored ensemble of crop tanks and shirts paired with the internet famous hot pink low-rise jeans which display cheeky crossed threads at the crotch and thigh area. Then there's a tartan schoolgirl skirt paired with studded boots number, as well as a monochrome look of matching short-shorts and racing tee with knee-high white boots. Suki's overall wardrobe is an ode to the spunky enthusiasm of Sagittarius Decan one/8 of Wands personality.

☄️Alternatively, "Mad Max" films feature a grittier take on the “men being one with their machine” trope. Here there’s an added touch of ecological doom where the desert becomes a character of its own. Both franchises rely on “horsepower” aka the speed of their chosen machines. It's a testament to the double mercurial influence in the 8 of Wands; quick instinctual movement and action is emphasized as important skills to survive the harshness of each respective environment. The costumes carry the 8 of Wands message for proper mental and emotional preparation before you embark on a journey or face a war zone. In Mad Max, the threat is very much physical, depicting environmental devastation and civilization collapse. The outfits consist of tattered rags, harnesses, and armored chest pieces. ID-magazine describes 2015 Mad Max movie’s aesthetic as the "scavenged and wanderlust". The female characters of this world have no choice but to roam. Their clothing provides immediate protection from the post-apocalyptic desert. With Furiosa's (Charlize Theron) tactical attire, we see someone who possess mastery over her environment. Her femininity is hidden underneath the ashy face paint and accessories made from cars and motor parts. Including a symbolic asymmetrical shoulder armor. She dress similar to that of the opposing ‘war boys’. I think this signifies her alignment with the 8 of wands message I wrote above. In contrast, the nymph-like tattered white fabrics covering the rescued maidens, expresses human vulnerability against such conditions. They were previously held hostage and therefore are yet to subtilize the high velocity energies around them. Violence, warfare, and oppression are some thematic commonalities of this film with the 8 of wands. So, although the outfits of Mad Max aren't acclimatized into the mainstream biker/racer aesthetic, I believe they represent the energetic essence behind this aesthetic in its most pure and rawest form.

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Check the gallery below for more contemporary fashion/visual inspirations:

🫶Let me know if you enjoy this post! I’m thinking to turn this into a series about all 78 tarot cards and each corresponding aesthetics. So far, I’ve seen really fascinating patterns emerge and I’m so excited to share them. I hope my posts will get better as i adapt to writing my downloads. x Jess

[elvenxwarrior]

In Secret - Levi Ackerman

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Okay I can't lie, this draft is like 2 years old or something but because I couldn't do anything more with it, here it is XD

You sat quietly on the ledge of your windowsill, favourite book in hand and cup of tea a few feet in front of you on a small table. Your window was wide open letting a cool, late night breeze through.

A brief vibration caught your attention as your phone buzzed, it was a text from Levi.

Levi Hey brat, look outside.

You marked your page and placed the book down, sticking your head slightly out the window to see Levi below you, smiling.

"Levi!" You called in a hushed whisper, "What on earth are you doing here?!"

"I came to see you." Levi climbed the railing, sitting on the small 'balcony' just outside the window, ducking his head under the window to be closer to you. "I brought you something." 

He started fumbling around in his backpack, "I remembered you mentioned this when we last went out."

You and Levi hadn't gone on a date for a few weeks due to you needing to study and overnight stays tended to be on weekends. 

Levi snapped you out of your train of thought; "Consider this both a gift and motivation to keep studying - I know you're working hard."

He gave you a pencil case with a little charm on the zipper. The charm was of a calendar with your anniversary marked on it; inside were perfect fine-line handwriting pens, pencils for typical writing and some for drawing, some nice quality coloured pencils alongside a sharpener, a ruler, an eraser and two highlighters.

"Oh wow, Levi, thank you!" You leant out of the window slightly to kiss him gratefully. When you separated, you were still smiling. 

"Anytime, brat." He wore a small smile at your happiness and gratitude, "I'll take my leave now - I'll come see you again soon, alright?"

"Alright."

"I love you, brat."

"I love you, too."

It had been around four days since Levi appeared at your window with that gift and you'd made great use of it: the fine-line pens made writing neater notes of your scrawls in class presentable and the pencils had been used for some wonderful art in the form of a small sketch of your boyfriend. The highlighters were great for colour-coding sections of your notes to the specifications of the mark scheme, too. 

Whilst sitting at your desk, idly drawing, the sound of rain broke the silence of your bedroom. Glancing out the window, you see the dark clouds looming over and the drops hitting the glass. 

You smiled lightly before sipping your tea. After you finished your drawing and pinning it to a corkboard on your wall, a knock at the window frightened you. 

You turned to the source, "Levi?!" 

Your boyfriend stood on the little balcony looking absolutely drenched; his dark locks clung to his face, as did his clothes but he wore a smile upon seeing you. You opened the window carefully, grabbed him by the wrist and gently helped him inside. "Levi, what are you doing here? You'll get sick!"

"I said I'd come back and see you again, didn't I?"