#stepbrother!james

[tackletofset]

A portrait I commissioned of Sarcean with Ekthalion c. late 2022

artist: rizkiagitawaart @ ig

I told the artist that his crown needs to be crystal clear, shiny and glowy like cinderella's shoes✨️ 😏

[paulaangel]

enemies to lovers discourse is mainly inane and navel-gazing but i feel the need to contribute:

how much of its popularity comes from millennials and gen x-ers growing up with these teen films where the only male characters played by actually hot actors were complete assholes ?

[boysmentfs]

Stepbrother's Room.

Erick never liked the idea of going to live with his stepfather and stepbrother, but his mother thought differently, So here he is, living with his stepbrother and stepfather for 1 month now.

The ideas he had about James (his stepfather) changed a lot since he started living with him, he no longer found him stressful or grumpy, But Gio (his stepbrother) made his life difficult, whenever he crossed paths with him he would make fun of him, calling him a faggot, 4 eyes and all those cliché insults.

But that was not the worst, Erick endured all the insults, the worst was yet to come when his mother and stepfather said that he was going to stay with his stepbrother since they were going on their honeymoon, Erick didn't want this to happen. now just imagining that it would only be the two of them alone, Erick began to tremble.

The day arrived, his mother and stepfather packed and left the two boys at home, Gio turned to look at Erick while smiling at him and giving him a grimace.

"They're really crazy if they think I'm staying with you, you f*ggot freak"

Gio commented as he got up from the couch and walked out the door, leaving Erick alone watching TV.

"Better for me, home alone and without having to put up with you"

Erick commented in a low tone while Gio closed the door.

The hours passed, Erick finished watching TV, ate alone, washed his dishes and that's how he went to sleep knowing that tomorrow he wouldn't see Gio either until his parents arrived, He went to bed with a smile and closed his eyes.

The night passed and the day began to shine, the sun began to set through the window as the clock rang, Erick yawned, wiped his eyes and got out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom, It was time to take a shower since he didn't do it yesterday because he was lazy.

Once he finished showering, he went to his closet to put on his favorite outfit, a blue shirt, his short red shorts, and his boxers, but when he looked for his clothes he couldn't find anything and wrinkled his face.

"Mom must have made a mistake and put my clothes in that idiot's room... Damn it" Erick cursed as he went to Gio's room, when he opened the door the smell of hormones, exercise, and sweat invaded his nose.

But what surprised Erick the most was that there were no clothes lying around and everything was in order, Erick knew that Gio was the typical dumb straight jock so why was his room so clean and tidy?

He shook his head, he didn't come for that, he just came to get his clothes, but something was calling his attention, on his bed there was a transparent male thong and a toy, so Erick approached.

When he grabbed the toy he was surprised, it was a rubber sex toy from a woman's intimate part, he grabbed the thong and smelled it, it had the smell of Gio, Even though he was his stepbrother, Erick began to fall in love with Gio, and how could he not? Gio was tall, muscular, bearded, and had just turned 25 years old.

The moment Erick smelled Gio's thong he head started to spin and a heat began to grow in him while his small 5-centimeter cock became erect and hard, His head moved on its own as Erick looked at Gio's toy, he climbed onto the bed and sat down as he began to insert his cock into the fake rubber entrance.

His hands began to rise with the toy between them as Erick moaned in pleasure but he knew something was wrong, He would never get excited by seeing a sex toy, much less a p*ssy he was homosexual, not heterosexual, He tried to stop but it was as if his hands were moving on their own.

""Fuck... No, this-this is wrong... But.. DAMN IT, this feels so good" Erick commented between moans and gasps.

While Erick had his eyes closed, his body began to change, his feet began to grow in size until they reached a large 16 size, while a masculine smell came out of them and hair too.

His legs and thighs also underwent a change, his once thin legs were now full of muscles, they looked like trunks, capable of breaking a watermelon, A layer of hair also came out on them.

His buttocks, which were of a normal size, began to enlarge as his hole began to close, No one would ever put a cock in his ass again, now he had two buttocks like bubbles, big and firm.

His stomach started to burn as all the baby fat he had started to disappear to make way for a well-worked, firm and desired 6-pack of abs.

His chest, which was thin and flaccid, began to expand outwards as two large and sensitive pectorals began to emerge, he now had 2 large pectorals created by the gods.

His torso began to expand as well to give him a more masculine, more jock look.

Erick wasn't realizing this, the only thing he had in mind was feeling that toy p*ssy around his hard cock.

His back began to expand to give him a more manly and mature look, while muscles also began to emerge on it, his shoulders also lengthened.

His biceps and arms began to change, his biceps began to enlarge to look like the size of balls and his arms began to fill with hair while now his veins were more noticeable.

His hands began to grow larger as he held the toy, his fingers lengthening as they now looked more masculine, while veins also popped out.

His Adam's apple became more noticeable, making his moans more manly and masculine.

Next was his face, it started to change and his bones started to crack as his whole face changed, His jaw became slimmer and more defined, his lips grew a little in size while his nose was now cuter, his eyes that were green changed to a brown color, A 5 o'clock beard started to appear on his jaw making him look hotter and more handsome.

His hair that was almost blonde in color began to lose its shine as a new color began to bloom in his hair, a brown color, His haircut also changed, giving it a more masculine and jock cut.

His Adam's apple stood out, making his moans sound much more mature and masculine, when he heard his new voice he opened his eyes, he recognized this voice as Gio's voice.

The moment he saw the mirror in front of him, he was surprised, there was Gio jerk off in his bed, but... Gio was not at home, there was only him.

"What the fuck!? Gio? What's going on?" Erick commented while continuing to jerk off.

But before Erick could react, he saw his cock grow larger and thicker as he was about to break the toy.

"No... It can't be, I can't be Gio, I can't be that idiot!

But just then he came inside the fake p*ssy, causing his past self to come out along with his c*m.

"FUCK... That felt so fucking great... Ryan didn't lie to me that a fake p*ssy was better than a real one, good thing that freak f*ggot isn't here, house to myself"

gio took his cock out of the toy, he cleaned and got out of bed putting on his thong, Once he put on his thong he sat back down on his bed waiting for his stepbrother to arrive so he could continue harassing him.

[anni1309-blog]

pairing: felix catton x reader 🎀

summary: felix is your stepbrother. what happens if you hear him moaning your name in the bathtub? no one needs to know.

warnings: smut, pseudo-incest, innocence kink, corruption kink, dom felix, sub reader, size kink, dacryphilia, slight choking, creampie, mdni!

word count: 2k

you tossed in your sheets, impossible to get comfortable. every position seemed make you ache, and you were too warm under the blankets, and too cold on top of them. your frustrated huff was the only sound in the quiet night, so you pulled ourself out of bed. the door creaked open, and you crossed the hallway, bare feet padding softly on the marble floors, on your way to felix’s room. it became a habit that you would crawl into felix’s bed and him pulling you close to caress your hair until you fell asleep in his arms.

felix was your stepbrother. you lost your parents when you were very young, and since your family was always close to the cattons, sir james brought you into their home and raised you just like one of his own. so you and felix were always really close. he was protective caring and sweet as if you were his real sister. when you two got older and went to collage, felix was very overprotective over you when it came to you talking to guys, wanting to protect your purity. people would usually think that you two were a couple, the way you would sit in felix’s lap during break or how he would fix your hair when it’s messy or kiss your cheek or temple goodbye.

but on this night when you slipped into felix’s room, you noticed that it was empty. worried as to where he had gone and a bit fussy, you went to look for him, when suddenly you saw light and steam coming from the bathroom. as you grew closer you heard your name being called a in soft but groaning tone, so you curiously advanced till you got to the gap of the door. looking through the gap you saw your stepbrother in the bathtub, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape and his hand stroking himself. you again heard him moaning your name. happily that you found him but not wanting to scare him, you slowly opened the door.

the sound of your feet made him stop his movements and his dark eyes flitted up to you as you drew closer, taking in the sight of you in your short little nightgown. you had no clue how sexy and cute you looked, even as you knuckled at your eyes with a sleepy pout on your face. his deep voice bounced off the room “couldn’t sleep, doll? come here.” so you slipped off your nightgown and joined him in the tub and he pulled you to sit down sideways on his lap. you snuggled down against his chest, with your head resting under his chin. he sighed gently, running his hand up and down your bare thigh. “can’t sleep without you, lix” you mumble softly against his warm skin. he hummed slowly and he felt his heart squeeze. felix placed soft and slow butterfly kisses on your face while stroking your face with his thumb. the he kissed your lips sensually, his large hands coming to your bum squeezing it and taking the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips as you whined.

“lix?” you murmured against his lips.

“what is it, princess?” his heart melted when he saw your glossy eyes.

"m’feeling achey” you whispered looking up at him wriggling from the feeling of lust that built between your thighs.

knowing what that meant he reached his hands down to your thighs, then slowly trailed his fingers upwards until he touched you brushing over your swollen clit, he had to resist letting out a groan “I can help you baby, do you trust me?” you made affirmative whimper sounds as you nodded quickly looking up at him again with a desperate but curious look “I love you lix, but is this okay for brother and sister to do?“

he laughed softly as he looked at you. his breath hitched in his throat and his eyes became filled with desire. your innocent and submissive persona was too much for him to resist, and he felt like he would burst “we love each other right? and no one needs to know”

he guided his fingers against to your exposed cunt, circling around it as you made needy sounds. working in the first finger making you mewl in pleasure, thrusting and curling it slowly before easing in a second one making you already feel very full. squirming and whining “too big” on top of him made him coo “shh doll, you can take it, I need to work you open for me a bit” placing a kiss on your cheek before moving his fingers more quickly in and out of you spreading them. feeling the pleasure more and more building up you tighten around his fingers, fussing when he went to pull them out “please lix, please I’m not done-“ you blabber as a few desperate tears roll down your cheeks.

trying to distract you from the emptiness he took your smaller hand into his much larger one, dragging it down to place it against his already very hard throbbing cock. "that’s not going to fit, you’re too big, lix," you mumbled, eyes wide like saucers as you keep staring at his big cock, your stomach squeezing as you thought about the tear. felix gave a confident smile into your shoulder, kissing down your chest, taking one nipple into his mouth while massaging the other one, while you arch your back towards him.

"so sweet-" he coos gripping my chin making you meet his eyes, "are you sure you want to?"

"yes." you reassure.

he reveled in your pretty moans, using his hand to stroke and line himself up with your cunt. he antagonizingly but carefully pulled you down on his cock, stretching you open.

you wince and gasp slightly when he reaches halfway, "I know it’s a lot just a little more”. he coils his fingers between yours again, to distract you.

"gotta relax baby, I got you," he strokes your hand with his thumb before bringing his other to rub your clit. the pain melted away quickly as the feeling of fullness overwhelmed your senses.

he continues to bottom out and moves deeper as you got accustomed on the new sensations, the feeling of him filling you to the brim by pure size and the gentle pleasure from circling your clit. your whimper was loud as he bottomed out, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix, you felt impossibly full from his thick and long cock. your nails softly dug into his biceps, he began to gently build up a slow yet punishingly deep pace.

“baby, you are so tight, squeezing me so well” a groan fell from his lips as he threw back his head as your warm walls hugged his cock.

his slow deep pace settled into a faster more desperate one, pounding your cunt, hoisting you up and down by your waist all intent to be gentle with you disappeared.

“such a good girl for me, so small but taking me so well” he grunts and you let out needy moans, desperate tears falling down your cheeks as you sob out his name. felix watched you with a slight smug grin feeling himself getting even harder.

"look so pretty crying for my cock, sweetheart” placing a hand around your neck squeezing ever so slightly making your head spin.

“pleas-“ you try but his pace is so fast and rough now, water is splashing out the tub and your thoughts are completely empty now.

"I think l've fucked you dumb, baby” he said in a slight condescending tone letting him do everything, use you how he wants squelching and thudding as he slams inside you.

“lix, m’feeling funny, feels like I need to pee” you say in a whine, your eyes glazed with innocence. with felix’s orgasm also already close, his thrusts slightly sloppy and mumbles encouragingly “just let go, doll, you can do it.”

you let out a high pitch moan when a sensation hits you like lightning making you shake and shiver as you clench your thighs together clinging to felix. your reaction pushes him to his climax as he pushes one last time balls deep into your tight hole, twitching and filling you with his release to the brim.

felix caresses your hair gently holding you close. “you did so good for me, my girl” he whispers and kisses your forehead. you were too exhausted to move so your eyes fluttered closed as you sank into the full feeling.

“let’s go to sleep, hm?”

[st4rfckerz]

masterlist

full fics!

!! all works below are 18+ dark content ahead (only you are responsible for what you consume !!

mentioned below. anakin skywalker, james kelly, sam monroe, clark kent, negan smith

anakin skywalker

house sitter

the skywalker's call you to watch over their home while they go on a date, but anakin comes home unexpectedly.

desperate

anakin missed you a little extra today.

alley

after acting out for attention, anakin gives you the attention he thinks you deserve.

2:37 am

during a sleepless night, your stepbrother, anakin comes to your aid.

home alone

a week has passed since anakin snuck into your room and it hasn't left your mind since.

early present

anakin comes home after work with a little surprise.

  church mouse

after confessing your sins to the priest, he encourages you to talk to him privately

Farmboy

anakin is your family's farmhand and after inviting him to dinner, you can't keep your hands to yourself

The Serpent and The Lamb

Your family’s beloved priest suggests at home tutoring to help you with your bible studies.

Hitchhiker

After your friends ditch you at a festival, you find yourself stranded on the highway and a kind stranger picks you up.

Town Tramp

james kelly

car troubles

your neighbor james kelly fixes your car for you while you're home alone.

Heist

James couldn’t stay in the van, so he decides to enter the bank himself.

sam monroe

  Give Into Us

you receive a call from an anonymous caller.

Film Me

sam wants everything documented.

clark kent

Ski Lodge

a holiday trip to a ski lodge takes a turn when an unexpected encounter with an ex reignites old emotions

negan smith

Run

negan makes you run into the woods after being in the lineup

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[grlsbstshot]

NEON LIGHTS

Pairing (Original Characters): Jameson Lucas (Aaron Pierre) x Imani St. Cirie (Megan thee Stallion) Story Synopsis: 

R&B singer/songwriter, Jameson Lucas, is well known as a charming playboy. The latest in his line of ‘loved em and left em’ behavior? Imani St. Cirie, an emotive singer/songwriter herself. A common sense pulls them in opposite directions – friendships are tested, old flames resurface, and new opportunities threaten to tear them apart for good. In this industry, dreams can make or break you – but what happens when love becomes the gamble of a lifetime? Chapter I // Chapter II // Special Edition

Chapter Synopsis: Jameson finds himself in New York for work and gets distracted by an old friend. Warnings: toxic relationship, possessiveness, profanity, usage of the n-word (if you’re white and read it, you owe us $20), manipulation – if we missed anything, let us know! Word Count: 4.1k Divider Template: @cafekitsune Notes: The following characters are original creations. Their voice claims are Usher / Lucky Daye (Jameson) & Summer Walker / SZA (Imani). We have no affiliation to any of those artists.

There will be alternating POVs between our leads.

Chapter III: Fade Away

the chatter at her weekly brunch with friends was distracting. sloane lennox glared down at her phone as if it was the reason she was so pissed. jamani back on? what a terrible title for an article. what a horrible idea for jameson. imani st. cirie was everything that jameson didn't need. he was irresponsible, childishly demanding, and easily distracted. he was an artist with an artist's temperament. from what she knew of imani, the woman was the same. they just weren't a good couple. anyone could see that. she didn't get why jameson couldn't.

sloane! we're out of champagne!

"am i your mother? do you need permission? just order another bottle." sloane snapped, rolling her eyes as she continued to scroll.

she got to the images -- proof that jameson was sniffing around his ex. this was bullshit. sloane closed out of the site, scrolling her contact list and finding jameson's name. it rang in her ear, her agitation increasing the longer it went on. his smooth baritone was nowhere to be heard. the phone beeped, indicating she should leave a message so sloane simply hung up.

she stewed in her agitation, forcing herself not to call again. this was critical. jamie couldn't be pushed. if she told him to do something, he went the other way. this was going to take some finesse but sloane knew she was up to it. she had loved jameson since the first time she saw him. she knew him better than anybody

fifteen years old and shy, sloane hadn't made friends easily. only one gravitated towards her: genie adesanya. genie took sloane under her wing, welcoming her into her life with ease. it was because of genie that she'd met jameson. he had been seventeen and practically genie's stepbrother. handsome, and he knew it, jamie had charmed sloane. he'd been flirtatious but never inappropriate. eventually it settled into him cracking jokes and playing protector with she and genie. for two whole years, jamie had been hers. her friend, her protector, her crush. it all changed when he released his first album.

then he belonged to the world. jamie became james lucas. the crooning falsetto that she'd known intimately had finally been heard by the world. jamie's career took off then. sloane never had a chance to make him hers fully. her crush lay dormant, unfulfilled, while he dated his way through hollywood. models, actresses, singers. they came and went. sloane always remained. he eventually left them but he never left her.

sloane had finally gotten up the nerve to tell him how she felt in 2020 -- the same night he met imani st. cirie. she watched him walk into another woman's life but knew it wouldn't last. it never did. three years later, sloane had gotten nervous. jameson rarely lasted a year with a woman and there he was celebrating three with imani. it had practically driven her insane...but then they had broken up. she'd been so relieved that she didn't bother hiding her joy from anybody who'd listen. it caused the destruction of her friendship with genie -- but jameson remained.

he jumped into another relationship and just like clockwork -- it ended before a full year was up. sloane decided not to watch anymore. 2024 was her time with him. he had to see for himself that she was the one and only constant in his life. the only woman he could rely on.

the phone vibrated in her hand and sloane peered down at the screen with a smile. jamie was calling. now all she had to do was...shift his perspective.

it had been years since jameson was inside the moma. he spent many afternoons sitting in front of claude monet's lillies canvas when he was trying to establish a career on broadway. it felt good to return to his old stomping grounds -- this time from special invitation.

sloane had fussed and pouted until he promised to stop by and see her after his gq interview. he was jetlagged after flying to new york the day before and only planned to have a short visit before collapsing into the expansive bed in his suite.

it had been so long since he saw her face to face that he had been successfully guilted into making the time. texts and calls here and there filled the void in their friendship but it always felt better to see her in person. twelve years after they'd met, sloane was different. at twenty-seven, she'd grown up like they all had. she was an art dealer, smart as hell and sophisticated. glasses had been replaced by contact lenses. hasty ponytails had been swapped for expertly styled hair. converse sneakers turned into muaddi heels. but no matter what, she was still the girl who was trying to find her place.

he waited for her on the first floor, hands braced behind his back as he watched bustling crowds of people behind his sunglasses. several slowed to peer at him and jameson easily avoided eye contact. he didn't mind being a celebrity but he was too tired to be charming.

"jamie!" he heard called out and turned to see sloane heading his way. she wore a bright smile, expensive clothes, and heels that he was sure cost as much as her outfit. jameson quickly moved towards her, not letting her pull him into a hug. he turned her around with his hand to the small of her back and quickly walked her up the stairs. "what are you doing?" sloane laughed and he glanced over his shoulder to make sure they weren't followed.

"why'd you tell me meet you at the front door? hella people were down there. i don't feel like signing shit today." jameson fussed, not surprised that she laughed louder. sloane did what she wanted when she wanted.

"i'm sorry." she said softly, grasping his bicep as they moved to the second floor. there were still crowds there but they were much more interested in the art than they were in him. "i'm glad you came." sloane continued. "i missed you."

"i missed you too." jameson grumbled, walking along the floor with her. "we both live in cali though. why'd i have to fly to new york to see you if that was the case?"

sloane quirked a brow at him. "you tell me. last i heard, you were working on album, completely locked in, but then i find out you got time to get imani back?"

he scoffed, shaking his head but not denying the accusation. he had seen the same article and didn't give a damn about it. he didn't feel he needed to explain himself to sloane either. "you called me here to talk about my ex?"

"of course not." sloane told him. "i called you here to talk about me. my favorite subject." she let his arm go, framing her face with her own hands and jameson couldn't help but laugh. "i didn't know you'd be out here anyway until you mentioned the interview. i just wanted to see my friend. make sure he's okay. you know?"

"i'm fine." he told her, stopping in front of a painting and peering down at the brunette by his side. confiding in sloane wasn't strange. he told her and ej everything -- even shit he didn't tell genie anymore. "me and mani aren't back together. she's thinking about giving me another chance."

"i'm happy for you, jamie." she said softly. "but..." "but what?" "it didn't work the first time..." "because of me. i fucked up." "even so. love shouldn't be hard. you and imani? your love is hard." "but worth it. i love her." "i know you do. and you should. she's a wonderful girl. but what about you?" "what about me?" "you're an incredible man. exceptional. singular in every way. i think you deserve to be happy. you shouldn't have to make yourself small to make it work." "that's not what's happening with imani." "no?" sloane questioned. "what is she doing to make sure you guys have another chance? is she reassuring you? is she talking to you? it takes two to be in love."

jameson was quiet for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. no, imani didn't seem to be enthusiastic about their chances of trying again but could he blame her? "you don't understand, lo. i...i cheated. when we broke up? i cheated. it's my fault."

he watched as her eyes go wide with the information and she lapsed into silence. it didn't last long though. she stepped closer to him, wrapping her arm around his waist as they stood together. "that doesn't change the fact that you're a good man. so you made a mistake. anybody who knows you knows that you're good."

her constant belief in and support of him was invaluable. jameson wrapped his arm around her shoulder and hugged him briefly. "thank you for saying that. but anything she says or does to me, i deserve it. and i'm going to take it -- if it means we can start over."

sloane gave him a brief nod of her head and leaned her body against his. "i understand. i still don't think she's right for you. you need someone to believe in you. i think too much has happened between you and imani. i don't know if she's that woman for you anymore."

he hoped like hell sloane was wrong. imani was the only woman he'd genuinely loved. his selfishness had robbed him of love and he was feeling the consequences heavily. she walked ahead, pulling him with her and jameson went -- his mind on imani and if he was fooling himself by thinking they were going to get it right the second time around.

"c'mon. let me buy you lunch. i made reservations at gramercy tavern." sloane told him sweetly as she wrapped both arms around him, stilling his movement. "i didn't mean to upset you. i just want what's best for you."

jameson peered down at her to say no, to make his excuses. he was exhausted and wanted to sleep but one look at her pouting face -- and he couldn't do anything but laugh. "i know you do. let's go eat now. i'm tired." he said softly, pressing a kiss to her head and wrapping his arm around her shoulder before leading her down the grand staircase.

with a kiss to her head and a brief hug, jameson had left her outside the st. regis hotel. as she made her way upstairs, her phone pinged yet again in her purse and she ignored the sound until she crossed the threshold of her suite. once she was comfortable, she unlocked her phone and stretched across the couch.

[ e. ricardo ] : he's not here yet [ e. ricardo ] : if this is bullshit, i'm going to write my next column about you and you won't like the details i give [ e. ricardo ] : he's in place. my photographer is there. [ e. ricardo ] : snapped you two. how cute. [ e. ricardo ] : where are you going with him? [ e. ricardo ] : hello?? my photographer lost you two on 53rd st

sloane sighed, deleting all the texts from her phone. calling the paps wasn't out of the unusual for her but this one was a pushy bastard. she did it when she worked with particularly high profile clients and when she just wanted her name circling with people who could boost her career. but she had never called them about jamie. ernest had practically salivated at the idea of getting exclusive pictures of jameson doing anything. even if it was just a lunch date with a friend.

she pushed call on the contact, listening to it ring. when he answered, sloane didn't bother acting friendly. "are the pics good?"

ernest quickly reassured her they were. he even offered to send them to her but she quickly denied. the less proof they had of a connection to one another, the better. she told him she wanted them up online before the next morning and he obliged before they ended the call. the pictures weren't scandalous but she knew it'd shake imani. cheating boyfriend in another city with pretty friend? wrapping his arms around her? she knew it'd do something to the other woman.

was it a move that could backfire on her? yes. imani could decide to fight for jameson but sloane was okay with that. she had decided to fight for him -- why not have a worthy opponent? she knew jameson would be asleep soon. he probably wouldn't see them when they were posted. even if he had, she could always pretend to be just as dismayed as him. she'd even take to social media to help clear up any rumors.

the pretty, kind hearted friend of james lucas. the classy girl that people would make people say "well why isn't he with her?". that was going to be her new image. and she knew it'd change if those pictures looked as cozy as it felt being with him. suddenly, people would wonder about them. he would wonder about them. all she needed was for that switch to flip in his mind.

sloane rose from the couch and went to run herself a bath. she ignored the buzzing of her phone for the next few hours -- realizing the article had clearly come out. now she had to be careful if she was going to make this happen. jameson would never forgive her if he knew she was going to do her best to stop a reunion with imani.

the familiar ringtone echoed throughout the room and jameson smiled in his sleep. it was the song he'd written for imani. he played it as the ringtone anytime she called. it'd been so long since he heard it playing from his phone. imani didn't call him anymore. he called her. he texted her.

still -- he could hear it and it stirred him from sleep. jameson stretched across the bed, sitting up in the darkened bedroom. he fumbled across the bed, reaching for his phone. by the time he snatched it up, the ringing had stopped. he could see the time on his screensaver and blinked the sleep from his eyes. it was six in the morning...which meant it was around noon for her in italy. they had exchanged texts since she'd been gone. it had only been three days but he had missed her deeply.

seeing he had two missed calls from imani made him frown. he wanted to hear her voice. he unlocked his phone to call her back but then the text came through. he opened it -- thinking it was more of cute and humorous conversation they'd been having for the past few days.

[ mani ]: i don’t know what type of bitch you take me for, but a stupid one, you know i’m not that. i told you no more bullshit so why i’m seeing pictures of you cuddled up with sloane at the fuckin moma? like i said i’m not a dumb bitch. you want to cuddle up with her, then be with her. i’m done.

jameson read the text twice, confusion making his brows furrow. "what the fuck?" he muttered to himself. it felt like somebody had put his ass in the blender and he was all mixed up. he immediately tried to call imani. no ringing. straight to voicemail. he'd been blocked by her enough to know the hallmarks of it. "fuck!" he cursed angrily, pulling the phone from his ear to send her a text that he knew she wouldn't see.

baby, i don't know what fuck you're talking about. ain't no bullshit with me and her. you know that. call me back.

he waited a few minutes but with no response, jameson climbed out of bed as he clicked his way through social media. it wasn't hard to find the 'just in' and tmz articles complete with computers. he and sloane talking. he and sloane laughing. he and sloane hugging. the kiss to her head. jameson groaned. actions he thought of as friendly definitely looked like something more. even he could admit that. reading the comments would do him no good but he saw that each had thousands.

even his instagram had an influx of activity. people commenting on pictures from months ago. even sloane had issued a statement of sorts where she asked people not to speculate about her personal life. this was bad. and he knew there was only one move he could make now.

he scrolled through his contact list and looked for genie's number. it rang -- a sign that she hadn't blocked him -- but she didn't answer. jameson left a terse message, telling her to call him back before he hung up and called ej.

sloane had played her part well. she'd been shocked and aghast. properly outraged on behalf of her famous friend. she scrolled through the comments with relish. for every one that called jameson cheating scum, there were two that said they looked cute together. for every comment that said imani deserved better, there were two asking what sloane's instagram was.

she had posted to her story, demanding an apology for the invasion of privacy and ensured that she named jameson as her 'close friend' -- nothing more, nothing less. that was enough to set speculation off once more. not the conversation wasn't just about "jamani" -- it was about imani, jameson, and sloane.

just as she was about to scroll more comments, a call came through on her phone. genie's name flashed across her screen and she froze before answering it. the two girls hadn't spoken in a year. sloane's opposition to imani had put her on the wrong side of genie. for some reason, genie had chosen imani over her and sloane never forgot it.

still, she answered the phone with a kind, curious tone -- interested in what her former friend could possibly have to say.

"are you sleeping with jameson?" genie asked abruptly and sloane laughed. no hello. no how are you? no fake bullshit. she got right to the shit and sloane knew she had to handle the other woman carefully.

"are you out of your mind?" "that's not an answer." "genie, you know jamie and i aren't like that." "no. but i know you want to be."

sloane frowned, annoyed at the fact that genie would so bluntly state the facts. she couldn't have genie running around telling anybody that. especially jameson. not before she could fully get imani out of the picture.

"that was a stupid crush, genie. and it's cruel of you to bring it up. jamie and i have a real friendship and you know that. or you would if you hadn't cut me off for imani." sloane disputed, pleased when genie didn't say anything for a minute.

"he loves imani, sloane." "but does she truly still love him?" "that's for them to figure out." "i don't think it's hard to decide if you love someone or not." "that is for them to figure out, sloane. you cannot get involved." "i'm not involved. he's my friend and i'm going to protect my friend. just like you're doing now." "it's not protecting him if people think you guys are fucking. if you care about jamie, help him."" that's exactly what i'm doing."

sloane hung up the phone, taking a deep breath as she tried to regain her composure. she wasn't wrong. jameson and imani were too ill matched to make it work. she was just helping him face that fact. the sooner he did, the better it would be for him.

"yerrrrrrr" ej answered the phone unseriously, already knowing why jameson was calling. he had seen the articles and the posts. he'd seen the comments and wondered -- was his best friend holding out on him? jameson and genie and sloane had a shared childhood that ej didn't quite get. but he didn't try very hard to understand. he didn't really care.

"mani blocked me. i need you to call her for me."

ej snorted, shaking his head. "nah." he heard his best friend sigh loudly, frustration covering every inch of the sound. "i don't want to get cursed out by proxy. it did look like something was up with you and sloane."

"it's not! at least call her then click me in on the call."

he could hear in jameson's tone that he meant it. there was nothing happening with sloane. that was good. sloane was a pretty girl but ej could tell that if jameson broke her heart, she'd never recover. she'd never be able to give him what he got from being with imani. what that was...only jameson knew. still...ej denied him. "that'll be a hell nah."

"ellington, i swear to god..." "nigga done forgot his manners and everything, that's crazy." "mani is about to walk away from me for good. and you not gone help me?" "calm your ass down. you said nothing happened so that's one point in your favor. just...gimme a minute. i'll call you back."" i'm serious, man. i gotta -- " "i know, bruh. just...trust me. give me ten minutes."

reluctantly, jameson agreed. it took ej five minutes to calm him down. he had to promise to call back within ten minutes. ej went down his contact list and landed on the only one without a name. she simply had glasses, needle and thread, and a purple heart emoji where her name should be. it was foolish but it summed up their relationship pretty well.

she answered within three rings and ej smiled as he stretched across his bed. "ms adesanya. how you doing?" ej heard her sigh and knew she was already annoyed with him. good.

"let me guess. jameson told you to call?" "how'd you guess?" "she doesn't want to talk to him." "i figured. i had to give it a shot tho. that's my boy." "tell your boy to stop cuddling with bitches in public." "oh, she's a bitch? i thought you and sloane were cool." "we were. then we weren't." "shame. i remember when yall were the three musketeers. you, her, and jameson." "was there anything else you needed, ellington?" "yes, imogen. i'd like you to convince imani to let jameson explain."" i'll take it under consideration. anything else?" "yeah. are you in la? let's grab a drink. we gotta figure out how to help our dumb ass friends." "i'm out of the country. we'll be back next week." "we? you in spain with imani?" "not spain. italy. we're in rome." "oooh. yeah yeah. i remember now. rome. hotel...the fancy place with the birds and the steps." "what? there are no stairs outside here." "yes, there are. they're on the east side of the hotel." "ellington, there are no stairs here." "baby, i googled the hotel. it's hotel danieli, ain't it?" "he told you wrong. we're at the st. regis rome." "ohhhhhh. oh shit. that was somebody else i was thinking of. well -- we should get a drink when you're back. our best friends stress us out. let's relax together." "um...okay. sure."

he could hear the confusion in her voice and ellington grinned, knowing that he had agitated her into telling him what hotel they were at. he'd always thought genie adesanya was gorgeous. everything was beautiful about her. her grace, her kindness. even the way she got her damn nails down. nothing but pure elegance. she stood on the fringes of his friendship with jameson. they never truly got to know one another. so he settled for being the annoying friend of a friend.

over the years, he'd periodically pop in, send her an annoying text, and then pop right back out. she probably didn't even know he liked her and ej wanted to keep it that way. friend groups mixing were messy -- clearly evidenced by the newest round of bullshit with imani and jameson. he was content to tease and provoke genie until she furrowed her pretty eyebrows. that would have to be enough.

once he got her off the phone, ej called jameson back -- two minutes before the ten minute deadline was up. he knew his friend was close to a crashout and figured the only way to stop it was for him to get active. a phone call wasn't going to get it.

"get your ass on a plane, fix it, and then get back before the weekend is over. we got shit to do."

[rockstarslutt]

step brother james and reader secretly having sex in the pool EEEEEEEKKK i need this brooooo

thank you!! i love your stuff so much!!

Why does he look like Jon bonjovi here 🙏

Warnings: unprotected p in v, semi-public sex, kinda pervy reader??

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It was a hot, sunny day outside. It was a family gathering at my house. my parents, grandparents and dozens of cousins were chatting in our living room. And of course James. Ever since my mom met Jake (idk who tf is Jake😭) things took a little turn. James came in the picture. A wild metal head with long, golden hair and icy blue eyes that matched the sky. He was my brother, well.. step brother. I shouldn’t feel this way. I told myself that millions of times but never listened and continued to sneak peek on him when he played his guitar, when he was changing… Anyway. It was getting pretty hot from the deadly sun and I came up with an idea. I walked up to James.

“Hey. Wanna cool off in the pool for a bit?” I suggested, a sheepish smile on my lips. James’ eyes lit up and he gave a big, toothy grin.

“Hell yes.” He said “lemme just get changed”.

After a bit an almost naked James appeared around the corner. Damn. Anyway we got into the pool and just cooled off. Minutes in I could feel James’ eyes burning into me. Well, into the bikini I chose to wear. Next thing I know is I’m pinned against the pool wall with James’ big hands on my hips and bulge against my ass. I gasped at the sudden move.

“Stay still. Don’t make a sound. Got it?” He growled into my ear. I nodded, obeying him. I felt him slide my bikini bottoms down and grab on my ass. His fingers made their way to my cunt, moving his fingers slowly to stretch me out for what was about to come. I held a few moans in, trying to look like I’m not about to get fucked by my stepbrother. He pulled his fingers out and slid his dick in. The stretch made me me moan, but James quickly covered my mouth and stuck 2 fingers in my mouth.

“Shut up and suck” he said as he started to move. His fingers were helping me not to leave out the loudest moans ever. He set a quick pace, thrusting his cock into me. I could feel my coil snapping and his thrusts getting sloppy. His free hand went to my pulsing clit, circling it.

“F-fuck” he growled and released his hot spurts of cum drip into me. After panting for a while he pulled out and pulled his fingers out of my mouth. He sucked his fingers clean and pulled his swim shorts up.

“You might wanna do the same thing, sweetheart” he said and got out.

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Thank you @mustainegf for the advice🙏🙏

[darthdaddi]

MDNI 18+

More under the cut.

Smutty smutty smut, stepbrother!James, fauxcest, reader is of age, don't like it then don't read it.

Been thinking ab STEPBROTHER!JAMES KELLY recently, like real bad on my mind. How he'd waltz up into your girly room, probably filled with squishmallows or some shit because you love to collect them, or maybe because you actually have some childhood trauma you need to heal.... But one minute you'd just be talkin', maybe about nothing too important like how college was going for you or what's up with your mad collection of stuffed animals. Then next thing you know, your pushed face down into your pretty pink sheets screaming, "Jamie, Jamie, Jamie!!" All whilst kicking your feet in protest to slow down because he's bottomed out in that pretty little pussy and you can't take that much more of it, going too fast. And James would say something along the lines of, "Y'feel too good ...", a little sleazy like, while one hand holds your wrists behind your back, and the other is spreading your ass cheek just so he could look at how well you were taking him. He'd let out a breathy groan in the process, especially seeing how you just sucked him right in. Obviously your body was betraying your words, because that damn little cunt seemed greedy for more. James would be a little mean, he can't help it. It's just too fun to see you all flustered and red over his degradation, "Do you like it that much? Hm? So in need of your big brothers cock, really? No wonder, you probably can't even get it from anyone else." He'd scoff while saying those words, watching how the squishmallows and stuffies toppled over at his weight on the bed, and how he was making the springs squeak due to his pace. James would kinda snicker to himself as he'd watch with an amused smile, all your precious stuffies being scattered about. "Do you think they're traumatized?" He'd inquire, and when you'd look over your shoulder at him confused, he'd palm your head like a basketball and turn it to the side. You'd blush and hide your face into the plush bedspread in embarrassment, that a 19 year old let her stepbrother fuck her in the bed that has held up innocence for the longest time. But you can't say no to your Jamie.

This has been in the drafts, collecting dust forever now 😭 I'm trying to stay a bit consistent and maybe clean some of this out. Still working on an inbox request and I might start writing a little Halloween fic, so stay tuned for that 🤭.

[prettybabybaby]

¡ a lot of my work is some variation of dark !

remus (belle’s version)

one-shots !

watching.

sweetheart

sick

sweet cherry

cherries & cream

record store (featuring... james potter !)

i don't like full moons without you

blurbs !

tutor!remus

dealer!remus + guns

stepbrother!remus teaches you a new game

private lessons with professor!remus

mean!remus punishes you

grumpy!remus reassuring you

remus + eager!crybaby!reader

toxic!bassist!remus helps you get back at sirius (featuring… sirius black !)

remus + fucking you outside of church

dark!toxic!remus + fucking your pussy lips as punishment

remus + jerking off to a photo of you

obsessed!roommate!remus

remus forcing you to fuck sirius after you call him pretty (featuring… sirius black !)

stalker!remus

fucking remus at a party

dark!stepbrother!remus

poly!mafia!marauders (featuring… sirius black & james potter !)

dark!perv!remus

dark!stepbrother!remus after you get back from university

mean!boyfriend!remus

stepbrother!remus teaching you how to kiss

priest!remus

getting off with remus' hand while high

remus + shy!reader

sucking off best friend!remus

¡ marauders masterlist !

¡ navigation !

[littlebabyyd0ll]

mdni 18+! seriously pls go away if ur under 18! fall works for every day of october! some scary, some cozy, and almost always smutty. probably shouldn’t have called this ‘kinktober’ as not every day will be a kink, yolo. a lot of works will include ddlg themes, size kink, daddy kink, fem!reader and hyper feminine themes. you are responsible for your own media consumption. all pieces will have warnings at the beginning of their works. wishing you all the spookiest, ghoulish october ever! 🙀

masterlist ! navigation ! support my work

01. The Lion and The Lamb, Part One. (vampire!king!eddie munson x princess!reader)

02. Subdrop (dom!steve harrington x sub!reader)

03. Sapphic Age Gap (MILF!Nancy Wheeler x reader)

04. Trick or Treat (Daddy!Bucky Barnes x Little!reader) [plot has changed to a halloween party!]

05. First time parents (Dad!Steve Harrington x Mum!reader)

06. Sugar Daddy (CEO!Steve Rogers x reader)

07. Size Kink (Daddy!Ari Levinson x reader)

08. Overstimulation (Bodyguard!James Potter x Princess!reader)

09. Age Gap (DILF!Joel Miller x reader)

10. Dacryphilia (Daryl Dixon x younger!reader)

11. Hot cocoa and kisses (Daddy!Ari Levinson x Little!reader)

12. Mommy Kink (Nancy Wheeler x reader)

13. Daddy Kink (Daryl Dixon x reader)

14. Dry Humping (Eddie Munson x reader)

15. The Lion and The Lamb, Part Two. (Vampire!King!Eddie Munson x Princess!reader)

16. Stockholm Syndrome (dark!rick Grimes x reader)

17. Make-up sex (Remus Lupin x reader)

18. Cock Warming (Ron Weasley x reader)

19. A/B/O (Alpha!Steve Harrington x reader)

20. Babysitter (Joel Miller x reader)

21. Serial Killers (Ghostface!Steve Harrington x Ghostface!Eddie Munson x reader)

22. Safe Word (Steve Harrington x crybaby!reader)

23. Body Worship (Joel Miller x reader)

24. On The Run (Psycho!Eddie Munson x Psycho!reader)

25. Dumbification (Daryl Dixon x crybaby!reader)

26. Stepbrother (Stepbrother!Peter Parker x Stepsister!reader)

27. Thigh Riding (Dom!Remus Lupin x Sub!reader)

28. Brat Taming (Dom!Eddie x Sub!reader)

29. Refrigerator light (Dad!Steve Harrington x Mum!reader)

30. Pet Play (Dom!Bucky Barnes x Sub!reader)

31. The Lion and The Lamb, Part Three. (Vampire!King!Eddie x Princess!reader)

[livia-dovehallow]

I went to the Chain of Thorns tour tonight!

As promised, I saw Cassie today and wrote down her answers (paraphrased) to the questions asked to share here with you all -- and I asked her a question of my own, too!

It was a spoiler-free event, so those of you who have not finished or read any part of Chain of Thorns can read on safely :D

Question: Was it intentional that a Lightwood dies in every series? [referring to Max (TMI), Benedict (TID), Robert (TDA), Barbara (TLH)] Answer: No, it was not intentional and not planned to be that way. But there are so many Lightwoods. In retrospect, it sure looks like it, doesn't it?

Question: What was your process of creating Grace Blackthorn? Answer: Grace is a parallel of Estella from Great Expectations, as The Last Hours is a retelling of that story. I wanted a character to be an embodiment of "explanation not an excuse." I also wanted to give Estella the chance to tell things from her perspective, which is never revealed in Great Expectations. So Grace is that character who is able to display the other side of that situation through her point of view.

Question: How did you come up with the parabatai curse? Answer: It's a greek work and when I learned the meaning, I was immediately interested in exploring the power of non-romantic love. That's where the concept of parabatai came from. The curse then stemmed from expanding on what it means to be parabatai and who could and could not have one. That is where the curse came to be, and of course, how it became a focal point of TDA.

Question: How can I find a man like James Herondale? Answer: I asked myself the same question when I was younger: "Why aren't men like men in books?" I met my husband at a book club and we began sending books to one another that we liked. So my advice is to find a boy, girl, person who enjoys books, too.

Question: Who is your favorite parabatai pair? Answer: Will and Jem.

Question: Who in The Last Hours was the easiest to write? The hardest? Answer: The hardest characters to write were Grace and Matthew, as they both faced very complex problems that don't have an easy or single solution. The easiest characters to write were Cordelia and Lucie. Lucie, because she is also a writer and I very much had a passion for it the way I did when I was younger, too. Cordelia was easy to write because she was fun to write. (Bonus: The most fun to write is Magnus.)

Question: Who is your favorite character from each series? Answer: Didn't want to answer at first, but admitted the following: TID is Tessa. TLH is Lucie. TMI is Simon. No answer for TDA.

Question: Who in TLH was your favorite point of view to write from? Answer: Alastair, Thomas, and Lucie.

Question: Will we ever see Jace and Clary again in a prominent role? Answer: They will be in The Wicked Powers, but the story focuses on Ty, Dru, and Kit, so prominency will remain with them.

Question: How did you develop Ty [Blackthorn] and who was your inspiration for him? Answer: My stepbrother, who always said he looked for characters who exhibited similar characteristics as him, but it was never the same as having a character who was also autistic, and used the word, too.

Question: What made you decide to make Coredlia Iranian? Answer: I was born in Iran and Farsi was my first language. I can't speak it fluently now, but I wanted to make a character that incorporated that part of my life. To make her character and her family's characters, I had a group chat with my mother's friends, who were a bunch of 80-year-old Iranian women. They were very happy to help. Sometimes they argued amongst themselves about a question I had and who had the correct answer, and I would just sit back and watch it unfold while a little scared.

Question: Is there a plot line or detail you look back on and regret doing? Answer: THE FAMILY TREE. [She went on to explain that when she first made it, she had no intention to write any other historical book. But she got the idea for TLH while writing TDA, and suddenly the path and story she wanted to tell did not align with the already-published family tree. So basically, my theory was right and we have confirmation from CC herself that it's just a result of premature development!]

That was the last question of the night, but I saved the question I asked her myself for last! I asked her if Cecily and Gideon had official birthdays, and if so, if we would ever learn them, since we know the rest of the TID cast's birthdays from the 10th anniversary birthstone cards.

Her answer: I never told you guys their birthdays?! I have what I call the Bible and it contains everything about all the characters like their birthdays, star signs, etc. So yes, they do have birthdays. I don't remember them off the top of my head, but I'm sure it'd be no problem getting it out to you guys. There's no reason for not.

So, yes, they do have birthdays, and if she remembers that I asked, we might find them out very soon!

I had a great night and there were some hilarious answers to questions that weren't TSC-specific, but I simply just cannot write that fast.

[nightingale2004]

Harry Potter next generation: Neville Longbottom x Luna Lovegood vers.

Franklin 'Frank/Frankie' Neville Lovegood- Longbottom ii

Faceclaim: Charlie Gillespie

Franklin is the first child and only son of Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbott. He is also the big brother of Alice

He is also the stepson of Luna Lovegood and the older stepbrother of the Lovegood twins

When Frank and Alice were kids, they both heard their parents arguing one night. The next day, their mother Hannah left, and they barely ever saw her.

After that, Neville raised Frank and Alice by himself for a couple of years until he got remarried to Luna Lovegood when Frank was 10, Alice was 9, and the twins were 7

Prefers to be called Frank or Frankie

He is a Hufflepuff

He is very down to earth and is big nature lover

Loves herbology and plants.

He is secretly a potion master

He is the voice of reason for both his friends and family

He loves hiking, rock climbing, and camping.

When he first met Luna, he was very shy and didn't like her at first, but when they got to know each other, Frank became incredibly attached and loved Luna more than his dad

Neville never spoke bad about Hannah to both his children and would only tell them the good things about their mother

Frank would sometimes miss his mom, but he loves his new mom Luna much more and loves his new brothers

He wants to live in the forest in a cabin after he graduates

He's the Hufflepuff quidditch commenter at Hogwarts. He also plays Beater on the team

His patronus would be an Otter

Loves chocolate and any kind of sweets

The Weasley's love Frank and his family and see them as their own

Frankie loves his dad but doesn't say it a lot but he does show it

His love language is more action than words

He would always (and i do mean ALWAYS) bail James and his family out of trouble at Hogwarts

Frank is crazy good at photography

Frank is also good at wood craft, wood carving, and woodworking

Has a major crush on Sidra, and everyone (except Sidra) knows about it

He looks more like his dad with a hint of his mom

He loves having his dad as a teacher at Hogwarts along with Harry as a DADA professor

Frank is thinking of becoming either a healer, potion master or photographer

Frank, James, and Freddie are very close, like brothers, and often talk to each other and plan pranks together. They are also thinking of becoming a band

Gets l o st in the woods.......a lot

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Alice Augusta Lovegood-Longbottom ii

Faceclaim: Ruby Cruz

Alice is the daughter of Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbott

She is also the younger sister of Franklin, the stepsister of the twins Lorcan and Lysander, and the stepdaughter of Luna Lovegood

She is a Ravenclaw

Before she was sorted, the hat had a debate with her being either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, but he landed on Ravenclaw

Her favorite classes are transfiguration, divination, astronomy, arithmancy, and care for magical creatures

She loves a clear night sky so that way she can see all the stars

She knows all the constellations by heart and even makes up her own game where she renamed all the constellations

She is a daddy's girl and loves her father very much

Loved Luna the moment she first met her

If she ever got lost, she could find her way back just by looking at the starry sky

She is a HUGE animal lover, but she loves dogs more

Has a MAJOR fear of heights

She loves getting piggyback rides, especially from her brother (she jumps on his back all the time)

She hates her mom for leaving them, but she eventually forgave her for leaving and set herself free from her anger

Her patronus is a koala

She looks more like her mom with a mix of her dad

Alice has a water phobia due to one time when her whole family went sailing and she fell overboard and almost drowned

Also, the Lovegood-Longbottom family has a new edition whose name is Pandora Maryjane Lovegood-Longbottom and they all love her very much

She is a ride or die for her family and friends

Alice made friends with a centaur when she was out in the forbidden forest. She is now friends with the whole herd, and she does her best to be respectful to them and their customs and traditions

She is also really good at art. She loves painting, sketching, sculpting, and even jewelry making

She loves making jewelry and items from random materials she finds

She and Louis are art buddies

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Lysander Xenophilius Lovegood-Longbottom

Faceclaim: Dylan Sprouse

Lysander is the first son of Luna Lovegood and Rolf Scamander.

He is also the older twin to his brother Lorcan, stepson of Neville Longbottom and stepbrother to Frank and Alice Longbottom

He is also the half-brother of Pandora Maryjane Lovegood-Longbottom

Lysander is a Hufflepuff and proud

Lysander likes to be called Lys or Sander for short

When he and Lorcan were babies, his mom and dad were always arguing, and it got worse as the twins got older

Rolf and Luna tried to hide it from the twins, but Lysander would notice it and try to shield his brother from the arguments

It wasn't until the twins were 5 that their parents divorced

The twins have known the Longbottoms before their parents got together, and the twins, especially Lysander, loved them like family

Lysander is the older twin between him and Lorcan

He will say what's on his mind (most of the time is unintentional)

Will not hesitate to punch the daylights out of someone for bullying his family or any of his friends

He and Lorcan are very close, and Lys would never let an argument get between him and his brother

When Neville first started getting together with his mom, he was cautious and would pretend he didn't like him, but he liked him immediately since he made his mom happy

Despite his parents' divorce, Lysander still loves his father, and both him and Lorcan go to visit him when they can

Lys and Frank bond over plants since they both love herbology

Wants to travel the world studying unique plants and what they can or can't do

Lys is very competitive and is on the Hufflepuff quidditch team as a chaser and a beater

He loves his mom very much and is a total mama's boy

Knows how to bake

His patronus is a llama

He is more of a 'Do first, ask questions later' type of guy

Loves babysitting Pandora and calls her Pan, Panda, or Dora

Likes the Potters

He loves trying new things and new activities

Will smuggle items, no questions asked

Looks more like his father and grandfather Newt, but he does have his mother's smile and her eyes

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Lorcan Newton Lovegood-Longbottom

Faceclaim: Cole Sprouse

The second son and child, Luna Lovegood and Rolf Scamander

He is also the younger twin of Lysander and the stepson of Neville Longbottom and the stepbrother of Frank and Alice Longbottom and the half-brother of Pandora Maryjane Lovegood-Longbottom

Lorcan is a Ravenclaw like his mom

Lorcan looks like his brother except with more of his mother's features showing

Lorcan is more of an animal lover than his twin brother

He loves care for magical creatures and studying all types of magical creatures in the Wizarding world

Lorcan also loves studying about muggle animals and loves learning about how different muggle animals are from magical animals

His patronus is an alpaca

He and his mother are making an animal sanctuary

Lorcan is more a father's son, but he also loves his grandfather, Newt, and has read 'Fantastic beasts and where to find them' cover to cover about a thousand times

But he loves his mother even more and Neville as well

He supports Lucy and Charles Weasley's petition for Dragon games

When he and Lysander were babies, they both had platinum blonde hair, but as they grew older, both their hair became darker, which is what separated their appearance

He knows he's a weirdo but he likes it

He loves all his subjects except for potions

Lorcan and Alice love reading books together in complete silence

Lorcan and Hugo love talking to each other about divination and about his seer sight (Hugo told lorcan about it)

At the start of the new blended Lovegood-Longbottom family, it was awkward for Lorcan until later where he and Neville started getting along

Lorcan considers Lysander his best friend in the whole world despite their differences, and they both know they got each other's back

Like Rolf, Lorcan has a creative writing flame and writes in the school paper, and he even made his own blog where he tries to bring awareness to a lot of topics

Loves the Weasley Potter family

He is more of a thinker than his twin

Loves Pandora and will always find ways to make her smile

Lorcan and Scorpius are also very close, and like everyone else, he finds Sidra intimidating

[boysmentfs]

Wrong shampoo.

The idea of living with his stepfather still didn't seem good to Jimmy, an 18-year-old boy who is skinny, nerdy, gay and a fan of comics, Even though Jimmy had already been living with his stepfather for 3 days, he still didn't like the idea but he had to get used to it, but how would he do it? His stepbrother, Jax, did not help the situation to improve either, Jax almost always made fun of him for being very skinny and short and told him that he would never be a real man and that frustrated Jimmy.

But Jimmy wasn't the typical guy who would cry over insults and that kind of thing, maybe just maybe with the days everything would change, so the days went by until Jimmy came up with an idea So that his brother would not continue making fun of him, he began to exercise at home, like squats, push-ups and all that.

One day when Jimmy finished exercising he went to shower as he always did, he grabbed his towel, his boxers and went straight to the shower, Once he was there he opened the shower, whenever Jimmy felt the water he closed his eyes to feel peace and tranquility, So since she had her eyes closed she grabbed a shampoo, his stepbrother's shampoo, he started pouring some shampoo into her hair and started bathing.

Once the shampoo made contact with his skin, Jimmy began to feel strange and a little hot, as he continued bathing, his feet began to lengthen and look more masculine, A little hair began to appear on his feet as more changes were on the way.

His once thin, hairless legs began to fill with muscle as his texture began to look more masculine, His thighs began to grow in size as they now looked like two soccer balls, Hair began to appear everywhere, now his legs looked like those of a soccer player adducting to the gym.

His bag began to grow and get thicker as it went from 5 centimeters to a mighty 11 centimeters, A forest of pubic hair sprouted on his bag, giving him a more masculine appearance.

His torso began to lengthen while his shoulders grew in size, two large pecs began to emerge while an 8-pack of worked abs began to appear on his stomach, On his pectorals, which now looked like chests due to their size, a layer of hair began to grow on his chest.

His arms also began to lengthen as muscle began to appear on them, biceps and quads They came out in his arms, it seemed like he was having a great time working his muscles in the gym a layer of black hair also began to appear on these, His hands, which were delicate and pretty, began to expand while his fingers lengthened and their texture made way for masculinity.

His back filled with muscles as he became bigger and bigger.

His voice became 5 tones lower,His Adam's apple began to bulge more on his neck, while his once brown hair began to turn black While he now had a cuter, more masculine haircut, his face began to creak, All the baby fat he had began to oxidize to give way to a sharp, sharp jaw, his lips filled out and became more kissable while his eyes grew a bit larger, His nose became cute while a small earring appeared in his ear, once Jimmy washed his hair well, his memories began to fade, A small fever began to burn in his body as he inexplicably cum and with that his memories left him giving way to new memories.

Now he was no longer Jimmy, he was James, Jax's younger brother, James was 22 while Jax was 23, James was well known in college for being the captain of the football team, for his muscles, and for being good in bed and he was also heterosexual.

once James got out of the shower he put on his black Calvin Klein boxers while his pubic hair was sticking out a little, he put on his favorite gold chain while grabbing his cell phone and taking a photo for his Instagram.

[pinky27freak]

Twisted wonderland OC

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Biographical Information

Name: Magnus James Premingger III

Age: 17

Birthday: October 5

Starsign: Libra

Height: 173 cm.

Eye color: Dandelion Yellow

Hair color: Chocolate brown

Homeland: Briar Valley

Family: Unnamed Father, Unnamed Stepmother, Sylus "Rex" Premingger (stepbrother)

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Professional Status

Dorm: Pomefiore

School year: 2nd

Class: C-2

Student no. 11

Occupation: Student Actor

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Fun Facts

Dominant hand: Right Hand

Club: Film Research Club

Best Subject: Herbology

Favorite Foork Oysters

Least Favorite Food Celery

Dislikes: His gold tooth getting messed with

Hobby: Styling his hair

Talents: Acting

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Magnus is the son of Briar Valley's most famous actor, who got a majority of his fame from one singular movie he did in his early years and a makeup artist from the Shaftlands. His parents divorced when he was a kid, as both parents wanted to pursue their separate carriers in a deeper aspect, then they could as a married couple with a kid.

He grew up co raised by both his parents, though as he grew older, he slowly started to become more interested in acting and his father's career than his mom's, spending more time with his father in the process. (Though Magnus still has a great relationship with his mom) and through his father's fame and connections landed his first acting role.

He's been in several movies and TV series throughout his teen years, switching to homeschooling with private tutors to give him more opportunities with his career. Until he reached freshman year of high school. Receiving NRC's invitation was unexpected, but it was not an opportunity to pass up in the least. Though he was a semester late to joining as he had a prior TV series he needed to finish.

He was more than pleased when he was sorted into Pomefiore, much to his dorm leaders dismay, as he believed it was the only dorm worth of his talent. That and he was secretly hoping to pick up on some tips and tricks from Vil. Though he hadn't been prepared for the news that his father remarried while he was at school, to some lower member of the Shaftlands royal family and that he had a new step brother as well. But the worst part of it for him was the fact they both were cat beastmen. (Himself and his father being dog beastmen)

Let's just say he did not enjoy his summer break and was more than ready to come back to school to be away from his new stepmother and brother. Though his joy of being rid of them was short-lived as he found out his new stepbrother was attending RSA.

No one in his dorm has heard the end of it, and he is currently signing some movie contracts to keep himself away from home this coming summer.

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@amai-sakura-chan

[sunswathe]

i've been going through my wips to see if there's anything i can set loose, either for someone else to get inspiration from or to inspire me to keep going and there are... not many with enough i'd like to post

but i have a few! so have the first thousand or so words i wrote for an "eddie is max's stepbrother instead of billy" eventual steddie au!

Eddie hasn’t been in Hawkins, Indiana since spring of 1972, when he was seven years old and his dad was shaking him awake at the asscrack of dawn with a packed bag and crazed eyes.

The podunk little place hasn’t changed since then. Main is still full of shoddy little mom-and-pop shops that look one second away from crumbling to dust, and Eddie knows that there’s little to do other than fuck around in the woods and go to shitty little high school parties.

Eddie leans against the driver’s side window, right hand on the wheel and left bent at the elbow, holding his forehead with his fingers. He spares a glance over to Max, hunched over and glaring out the window, before focusing back on the road.

“Excited for our first day at a brand new school?” Eddie intones. She’s not. He knows she’s not. She knows he knows she’s not.

Max turns her glare onto him in the corner of his eye before going right back to ignoring him, and Eddie pops a wry little smirk. The chuckle bubbles out of his throat is flat, much like his voice when he breathes, “Yeah, me too. So excited,” before shutting the fuck up.

Max is never talkative on their first days at new schools. Max is never really talkative, ever, but Eddie at least knows the buttons to push to really get her going off on occasion. None of those buttons will work today, though, as he is well aware of from years of trying, so he doesn’t bother prodding them. Instead, he straightens so both hands are on the wheel and drums his fingers along with his The Last in Line tape, blasting from the speakers.

 The drive to the school isn’t a long one— because they actually have a tiny little house in a neighborhood, this time, unbelievable, really —so they’ve only listened to One Night In the City by the time they pull into the lot. The beginning of Evil Eyes is blaring loud enough that plenty of heads turn when Eddie’s van rumbles to a stop in a parking spot, and Eddie’s ears ring in the abrupt quiet after he turns the ignition off, silencing Ronnie James Dio’s crooning.

Max is opening her door and throwing her board down before Eddie can say anything, which is smart because Eddie can say a lot. But it’s futile for the same reason. Eddie pops out of the van as she steps onto her board and starts skating towards Hawkins Middle without a backwards glance.

“Hey! No first day hug for your brother? No ‘good luck?’ Not even a ‘thanks for the ride, goodbye?’” Eddie’s voice rises the farther away she skates, drawing even more curious eyes. 

Max doesn’t even spare him a look when she raises her tiny hand in a middle finger over her shoulder.

Eddie cackles and cups his hands around his mouth and bellows, “have a good day, Max!” with a patronizing lilt. That earns him a glare, which only makes him laugh harder as he wiggles his fingers in a tiny wave, before he whips around and begins flouncing towards the highschool.

In his periphery, Eddie notices a shiny maroon BMW parked across from his own shitty van, doors open, with both passengers standing and openly staring at him. They don’t even pretend they weren’t staring, and Eddie can respect that. He offers them a cheeky bow, and is pleasantly surprised when he’s given a genuine-if-mildly-perplexed smile from the pretty, stern-faced girl in a sweater and a friendly salute from the handsome guy with a head of poofy, well-styled hair.

Eddie tentatively slides the pair into the “potential allies” box he’s got in his head— despite their preppy outfits, looks can be deceiving he supposes —and adds even more exuberance to his stride.

Tuesday is a stupid day of the week to start out at a new school, but Eddie’s always liked it better than Monday at least. He loves to be a spectacle, and between his dad’s loud van, Eddie’s loud music, Eddie’s loud everything else, and rolling up to school on the second day of the week? A spectacle he is. He grins and waves at the clusters of students, all teeth and dangerous bravado. He looks at each person as much as they look at him, scans over them to see if he can’t find— there. Eddie tosses some devil horns at a group wearing a particular kind of clean, pressed clothes, and receives a few scandalized scowls for it. The burning glower from a freckled guy in a collared shirt sticks though, and Eddie meets it with a wide-eyed grin. Aha, he thinks as the look darkens even more, found you.

Eddie’s played this game more times than he cares to count.

In every school, in every stupid fucking town his dad’s bullshit has dragged them to, there’s a moronic little heirarchy led by some vapid little hotshot. And if Eddie can pick the bastard out of a crowd, he can bluff his way into being left the fuck alone by looking mean and scary enough that said vapid little hotshot won’t dare get his shit rocked by a tattooed, metalhead, freak, which means everyone else will also leave him the fuck alone.

Of course, Eddie’s a coward and a runner, so doing this means if his bluff is called, he will absolutely get his ass kicked.

Had his dad dragged them back to Hawkins the year prior instead of now, Eddie might’ve had the advantage of vaguely knowing a few of the students, but Eddie’s elementary school classmates probably-definitely graduated earlier this year. Class of ‘84, baby!

Except—

Except Eddie stopped being a member of the class of ‘84 when his dad really fucked himself and their family over by making enemies in terrible places and foregoing debts he really shouldn’t have. Instead of graduating in the spring and getting the fuck away from Al Munson and the perils of highschool, Eddie’s just one day shy of nineteen (Halloween birthday, the one good thing Al ever managed to give Eddie, and truly, that was all his Ma’s doing) and without a highschool diploma.

Eddie’s been a legal adult for a year minus some change, but he’s still locked into his dysfunctional little family out of some twisted sense of necessity and… guilt? Obligation? For his dad, or for Susan and Max? He doesn’t have a fucking clue.

Necessity because Eddie wants to fucking graduate. Al likes to point out that he didn’t graduate and he’s doing just fine— which Eddie disagrees with wholeheartedly on account of him only “doing fine” because of gambling, stealing, and dealing, so. Eddie wants to graduate to make sure he doesn’t end up like his Dear Old Dad, which is easier to manage if you don’t have to pay rent or keep a job.

So here they are, back in Hawkins because it’s the one place Al has any kind of friends, even if said friends are just the one guy, Al’s brother that Eddie’d never fucking heard of until two months ago when Al decided to scurry home to bumfuck Indiana with his tail tucked between his legs and pray that their problems don’t follow.

All of that to say, Eddie’s stuck playing stupid mind games with his classmates to make sure he can ram his head into the sand and cruise through his sort-of-second senior year and hope that Al doesn’t ruin it for them this time.

Finding the head honcho is the first part of the game, and Eddie’s confident Freckles is him.

Eddie goes through the motions of getting his schedule and a locker from the office staff, brushing off their capital-L Looks when he interrupts them or doesn’t listen and taps his rings on whatever surface he can find. Classes start at some point while he’s getting sorted, he vaguely hears the first and second bell while they print a schedule and a school map.

They tell him he can go find his locker and scope out the location of his classes before the next bell, which isn’t for about forty minutes, before (foolishly) setting him loose.

He glances at his locker number, then glances at the lockers around him and sighs when none of them are even close.

Great. He spares a thought to hope Max gets more help than they’re giving him today, before he squares his shoulders and sets off in a random direction.

Eddie gets the feeling it’s going to be a long year.

[troubledinkbeing2]

"The Ink Demon rises."

"All hail the machine!!"

Rules:

Main Muse(Hunter) is taken and in a happily committed relationship with Sammy, if you wanna try shipping with him, we can discuss in DMs, but it'll never be proper canon with him, sorry, I ship him and Sammy too much.

This blog deals with heavy shit sometimes. Main things I can think of off the bat are like, family loss, suicidal thoughts, guilt, self doubt, homophobia(external and internal), abuse, shit like that.

If I say something that's problematic, TELL ME IN DMS. That shit don't need to be public.

Most of my Muses are Gay. Sorry.(Rebecca is straight though)

Don't be surprised if Hunter slinks back if yelled at. He doesn't do yelling well.

Hunter is SUPER DEEP in the Bendy cult. He follows the rules to a 't'.

Mun hasn't Roleplayed in a while so please be patient.

If I don't feel comfortable with a specific RP, we can discuss something else in DMs.

More to be added.

This is not a story-driven askblog, merely an ask/roleplay blog.

I will respond when I can. I have a life outside of tumblr.

Muses:

Hunter Cruz: Used to be an animator, now a devote worshipper of the Ink Demon.(He/Him)

Rebecca Cruz: Stepsister to Hunter, on the search for her stepbrother after he went missing 30 years ago.(She/Her)

Kenneth St. James/The Auctioneer: Ex-Radio host turned puppet. He runs the ticket booth in Bendy Land.(He/Him)

John Roe/John Doe: An old GENT worker. He now wanders the studio searching for his head.(He/Him)

Juno Shepherd: An anxious old GENT worker. He now hides around the studio just trying to survive.(He/Him)

Jonah Wells/The Boxer: An old GENT worker still wandering around to do his work. He has bad anger issues and still searches for his old partner, Juno so he can reunite with his lover again.(HE ISN'T ABUSIVE.)(He/Him)

Mary Shepherd: She used to be a background singer for the cartoons, now lives as the Sammy to Susie's Bendy.(She/Her)

More to be added as I create them <3

I also do canon characters, but mainly my OCs, sorry <3

Verses:

Main AU

Swap(Hunter swaps with Sammy)

Protag Swap(Hunter swaps with Henry)

Bendy's Vessel(Hunter becomes a vessel for Bendy's violence and chaos)

Tags(In case tumblr nukes them for whatever reason):

✧The sheep calls✧(IC post)

✧Decree of the ink demon✧(Mun post)

✧I answer thee✧(Answer)

✧Toss a tithe✧(Submission)

✧The cutouts...✧(Dash commentary)

Shepherd's Lamb(Main verse)

The Demon calls.(Swap Verse)

Why me?(Protag Swap Verse)

Hollow..cold...(Bendy's Vessel Verse)

✧The sheep's sketches✧(art post)