#tumblr micro fic

[aludraslytherin]

His arm was making him hurt. It was burning. Making him feel sick. He could feel his skin, his cells, his whole being protest against the inky dark magic being forcefully put on his arm.

He wanted to die. To disappear and never come back. He wanted to make them pay for it, but most of all, he was scared.

It was time for him to go back to Hogwarts. He would have to face Dorcas. Pandora. He was scared they won't understand. He has no idea how will he be able to function if they turn their back to him, although he would understand if they did.

But worst of all. He will have to face James. How is he going to face him? He is so pure, so kind, so gunt wrenchingly nice and loving. Regulus knows that James said that he will always love him, always be here for him.

But will he? Will he bend his morals just for him? Is he really going to taint his soul with Regulus Black's madness?

He is doubting it. He doesn't mind, he doesn't really care. (That's a lie, he cares so much. But lying to himself is easier then to accept the reality). James is too good. If he break up with him, Regulus will understand. Will accept it.

He loves James with his whole being. He knows that breaking up will be the safest option. He would be cursed ten thousands time before he'll let anything happen to his love. So be it.

"Hey love." Greeted James as Regulus entered in the Come and Go room. He was even more afraid as he just confronted Dorcas and Pandora. Thankfully they understood, but their reaction when they saw it will feed his nightmare for a whole months, at the very least. "I missed you Reg."

They hugged, tightly. When James noticed how bad Regulus was shaking, he tightened his embrace again.

"I missed you too Jamie." Muttered the smaller teen, who was holding James like he was a piece of wood in an angry ocean, like he was the last string helping him to stay out of the water.

"Are you okay? What happened?" His tone shifted, from sweet and caring, to concerned and angry. "What have they done to you? Tell me, please."

Wanting this to get over with as soon as possible, he let go of his boyfriend, and, taking a deep breath in, rolled up his sleeve carefully, showing that hideous Dark Mark staining his skin, and just seeing it uncovered was enough to make it throb, to make him ill.

Putting his other hand down, he rolled it into a fist, trying to hold on his tears, but no matter how hard he was trying, the panic attack was creeping through his body, and his iron grip on his emotions started to fade.

He distantly heard James gasp, and he was getting ready to be cussed out, yelled at, when instead James carefully rolled his sleeve back into it's place, and pulled him back into a hug.

"Shhh... There is no need to panic alright?" His said soflty, strocking Regulus back in a slow, steady pace for him to match his breathing too. After a long moment, the Slytherin calmed down. "Okay, I wil ask just two questions alright?"

Regulus nodded, and James dried his tears with his thumbs as he was cupping his face with his hands.

"Did you take it voluntarely?"

"No! No I didn't James I promis-" Regulus started to panic again.

"Hey, calm down, it's okay." Cut James. "So they forced you to take it?" His boyfriend nodded, once again, biting his lips. "Alright then. It was not your fault. I don't hate you for it baby. Actually, thank you for trusting me. I know it was hard for you. I'm proud of you love."

He then kissed his forehead.

Damn, Regulus thought. I guess I'll have to obliviate him...

His heart was bleeing, and he wanted to die. Because he had to keep James safe. And staying together would just endanger him more.

[tealeavesandtrash]

Wolfstar Micro Fic - @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Dogwalker - 421 words

[unknown number] Hi. Sorry to bother you, Pete gave me your number. I’m looking for a dog walker, he said you might know someone?  Thanks, Remus

hi remus i���ll ask around, what are the dates? sirius

This Thursday? Hopefully for 2 weeks but I’m having an op so might change I know it’s short notice but everything fell through and I'm running out ideas

sorry, just talking to pete  i’ll do it

You will? 

yeah  i work round the corner, i can take him out at lunch

Thank you so much you're a lifesaver

no probs

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Thanks for today I think Padfoot likes you

good bc I like him too also no offence, when pete said knee replacement i was expecting a grandpa

None taken  And no offence, when Pete said dog groomer, I wasn’t expecting so much leather and tattoos

no offence taken ;)

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[attached photo] stick maybe coming home with us

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[attached photo] You've knackered him out

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I have phsyio this morning Key is in flowerpot if I'm not back 

no worries

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how was it?

An hour of them teaching me how to bend my knee Like I haven’t been doing that my whole life??

well… you werent doing a great job of it if they had to replace it

Hilarious.

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[attached photo] He’s waiting for you He knows your late

sorry padfoot :(( tell him ill be 5 mins x

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okay so slight incident

What happened??

[attached photo] big fan of muddy puddles

Oh jesus

ill take him back to work and clean him up

You really don't have to  I can bath him

no offence ive seen you hobbling about you cant  wrangle him into a bath and kneel down to wash him 

I can handle it You’ve done enough already

its fine i had a cancellation won’t be a full pamper but youll have a squeaky clean pup back at 2

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I dont think Padfoot's ever smelt so good

thats the blueberry pawfume 

The what

pawfume dog perfume blueberry scented

didn't know that was a thing 

next opening  i have hes getting the spa treatment

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PT's cleared me for low-impact exercise  Aka get off my arse and start walking more

Oh congrats! I mean I’ll miss padfoot But glad ur healing good :)

Well You can still come with? Padfoot really likes you And I like talking to you

I like talking to you too

Or I coud take you out to dinner? As a thank you for everything I couldn't have coped without you

It’s a date x

[jamesunderwater]

Sept. 19th - Promise

@jilymicrofics - sept 19th: promise - word count: 330 - read on ao3!

“Do you promise?” There’s water in her eyes as she asks him. 

He’s seen Lily Evans with water in her eyes exactly three times before this moment. 

Once when she was bitten by her mandrake root in Herbology. She’d jumped and opened her mouth as though to scream, but instead pulled her hand into her chest, bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. He’d stared from across the table as tears streaked down her cheeks and still, she didn’t make a sound. 

Once on a bright, crisp Saturday in late fall, hidden against a column in the courtyard. He’d watched from beneath the cloak as she stared down at a letter, lips pressed in a tight line. She’d gripped the pages so hard he could hear the paper shuddering in her grasp, and when it finally tore, she let out a soft sob beneath the sound of shredding.

And once while sitting with a second year, after she’d sent away the crowds and their whispers, after she’d checked the girl over for injury, and repaired the necklace that had been crushed in the fight. She’d held the girl’s face in her hands and said words he couldn’t hear at such a distance, and when the girl hugged her hard around the waist, she’d rested her chin on the child’s head. Her glassy eyes shone in the light of the sconces and she took in a large breath that he never saw her let go again. 

He hadn’t known, in any of those moments, how bright the green of her eyes becomes, how red the tip of her nose, how her eyebrows sink low as though too heavy to hold, and he would laugh and talk about puppies if it weren’t for her hand hovering over his arm, if he didn’t think this might be one of the few times Lily Evans has let someone witness her tears.

“Yes.” He holds her gaze as he tells her, “I promise.”

[the-messenger-of-the-gods]

thinking of tinies and micros in shark cages again actually. putting them in there and treating it like a wild encounter—bumping the cage, inspecting it and it’s weird little inhabitant—what is it? does it taste good? feel good? tilting your head back to clamp jaws around the cage from below, hearing them squeak this isn’t fair—no shark is this big, not even prehistorically—but still, you’re not relenting.

trying to touch them, teeth hooked onto the bars, shoving your tongue between metal until you feel skin. they squirm away, but you’re determined to get in a proper lick—just a taste. rattling the cage as you lower it deeper into your mouth, and the full primal fear kicks in—ok, you’ve had your fun, pull me out now—but they aren’t even submerged yet. what kind of diver is afraid to get wet?

the desperate waitwaitwait is silenced with the snapping shut of jaws. only the taut rope suspending the roof of the cage sticks out of your lips now, and you can’t help but give it an amused twang with a finger. inside, they’re clinging to the cage bars as they’re dangled over the expanse of a throat they can’t see, but can absolutely hear and feel—hot breath rolling in their ears and over their skin. they don’t dangle long, forced horizontally in the cramped space of the cage as you level your head, but it’s not like there’s much room outside of it anyway.

jostling them around with your tongue, teeth crunching down on the metal—you don’t have to be gentle when they’re so contained like this. protected and exposed all at once.

sucking on the cage, biting it, rocking it—opening your mouth and squeezing the cage between teeth, listening for cries of protest, but they’re so thrown, they can’t even form words as lips seal around the cage again to swallow—not the cage, but the drool from the thrill of it, from the basic sensation of something in your mouth, begging to be sucked down. and it’s tempting to try, even if they are tied to taut safety lines, but shark cages are much more a surface adventure—the pressure of the depths can wait. let them feel the cage is protecting them from the hungry shark.

by the time you spit the cage out, your little diver is soaked through to the bone.

[mourningliliesmorningglories]

hey!! curious as to whether i should post my microfics on tumblr! a few people have said that i should - but the main reason i don't post there is because i write quite informally and also quite short fics and ik its unlikely that i'd ever sit a write something multi chaptered or over 2k!

[thefollow-spot]

"Untitled" (Favour)

Lancelot/Merlin ● G ● WC: 100 ● No Warnings // Written for @merlinmicrofic 2024, for the prompt 'Crowd'.

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[sablegear0]

When the For You tab gets it into its head that it wants to try to serve me a fandom I’ve never heard of and I’m like “yay time to add that to my filtered tags!” 🙄

[blackjackkent]

49 nightfall and Hector for the meme!

(Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase)

49. Nightfall

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Shadowheart watches from her tent as the sun begins to set over Baldur's Gate and, with its departure, the pale glow of the full moon begins to take its place.

She should feel comfort from it, she knows. She has renounced Shar, and the Moonmaiden's daughter has placed the Spear of Night into her hands, newly glowing with Selune's light. She has sworn herself to no new faith, not yet, but still there should be some peace that comes with the glow of moonlight at nightfall.

Shouldn't there?

She sighs and gets to her feet restlessly. She isn't quite sure where she's going, but her pacing steps take her slowly out of the camp, down towards the riverbank a little down the nearby slope - where she finds Hector seated on the pier.

He's sitting completely still in the moonlight, eyes half-closed and wrists resting on his knees, cross-legged. He doesn't move at the sound of her footsteps, but after a moment he does speak. "Hello, Shadowheart."

"You've a good ear," she says softly, coming to a halt a little behind him.

"Or a talent for guessing," he says; she can hear the gentle smile in his voice. "Who else might be looking to join me in prayer on such a moonlit night?"

"I would think Karlach would be the more likely candidate," she says dryly. "Although I'm not sure prayer would be what she'd have in mind..." A slight pause. "Is that what I'm here for, then? To pray?"

"Isn't it?" he asks mildly.

"I don't know," she admits. "I feel as if I ought to do something, but I'm not sure what..."

"Come sit down." He does stir now, scooting a little to the side to make room for her among the discarded ropes and broken equipment.

When she's seated herself next to him, he resumes his meditative posture and closes his eyes. "There are many prayers I could teach you," he goes on thoughtfully, "but I don't think you need them. Sometimes one prays most fruitfully with a certain amount of candor." He opens one eye again and catches her looking at him with some perplexity. "Say what you wish the Moonmaiden to hear," he clarifies. "Not what you think you ought to say."

She smiles crookedly. "I am not sure she would be pleased to hear all of it."

He chuckles. "Surely you have learned, in traveling with me, that a Selunite's first tenet is honesty."

She considers that in silence for a moment, then peers up at the moon. "I don't know what to do," she admits softly - and she's not sure if she's talking to Hector or to the goddess he serves. "I keep waiting for a path to show itself out of the dark. I miss the certainty, even if it came from all the doubt being beaten out of me. Is that wrong?"

"Wrong? No," Hector says quietly. A slight pause. "I felt the same, after the Nautiloid took me - not for the same reasons, of course, but the same feeling. Nothing seemed clear. Everything shrouded and dim, terrifying. But I have found a path, our path, in time. And so will you."

She looks sideways at him. Yes - he was very afraid when she first met him, very lost, a far cry from the quiet contemplation she sees in him now. Perhaps there is hope for her yet. "Perhaps I ought to spend more nights here in the moonlight with you," she says.

"It has been a long time since I prayed with anyone," he answers. "I would welcome the company."

[fat-butch-dyke]

anyways on todays edition of content that caters strictly to me-

[deniedbc]

omg did i not post this wth . graphic is a reference to "isang kaibigan" by our very own shimenet sara duterte HAHAHAH and it's a flash fic version of "Jealous Husband Returns in Form of a Parrot" by Robert Olen Butler :3

[ladyelainehilfur]

Literally insane to me how small the general webtoon fandom is outside of the webtoon app itself (and maybe reddit??)

I've talked to multiple people irl who LOVE reading webtoon, but the online community is borderline threadbare ! Most people on Tumblr have no IDEA who our blorbos are! I've checked tags for some fairly popular webtoon and it was like visiting that Tatooine town in the Mandalorian where there are 5 citizens total, but only if you also count the Mayor, the sheriff, and the deputy.

Lore Olympus is the most popular webtoon and has under 2,000 fics on AO3. Lookism has roughly 1,000. Unordinary, THEE legacy webtoon, only has 600, and it's been running for almost 7 years now. It has nearly 6M subscribers and still gets 50K+ likes each week. It's not dead by any means.

I guess it doesn't help that each webtoon is its own micro ecosystem and once a webtoon ends, that ecosystem typically fades with it. But webtoons can go on runs longer than most shows on streaming services, and those fandoms burn hot and bright even if only for the first month of a new season drop.

By comparison, webtoon fans are largely casual about their enthusiasm, even if they're highly invested in the story or characters. From my experience, only the most passionate try to connect with other fans online. But when you're passionate about one webtoon, I suppose it's hard to show constant excitement about the 20+ other stories one might keep up with. Still, between the 85 million monthly readers, you'd think each major webtoon would at least have a dedicated fan base (meaning people who regularly post theories, thoughts, fics, and fanart) of mere thousands outside of the app.

One exception for this is that Batman webtoon? It actually trends on Tumblr every now and again. But it doesn't count, because Batman has a built in fandom who'll eat up and yell in the streets about any content where he's a decent dad.

People who read romance webtoon all tend to read the same comics, and actively understand the references to other popular romance comics (Trashta, Team Seojun, SLS), so you'd think there'd be a greater sense of unity. More people actively searching out others to discuss with and posting their thoughts online and not just in that webtoon's comment section.

I mean, C'MON girls!!! Millions of people log into that app like everyday!!! WHERE is the community?? WHERE is the fanart?? WHERE is the fanfic?? WHY does Odd Girl Out only have 7 fanfics?? WHY are there like 2 people on Twitter posting about Weak Hero?? Head in hands fr

[jamesunderwater]

Limited Vocabulary

Read on Ao3 || 3k Words || Rated E || Jily First War AU Smut

UPDATED 4/18/24 - a bit longer & a lot juicier ;) @jilymicro-oops based on the jilymicrofic prompt: urge Lily and James never got together, too busy being afraid of the war, too busy fighting it. But some urges are simply too hard to fight, especially when you're alone, hurt, and there's a soft fire going...

“Lily…” he responded, reaching up to wipe one of them away. When he went to pull his hand away, she pressed it back against her cheek, holding it there. “Lily,” he said again, that same look in his eyes. “I don’t know if I can be your partner on missions anymore…” she whispered, staring at him as her heart pounded. He furrowed his brows and pulled his hand back, though neither of them let go, their hands tangled messily together. “Why?” He sounded so hurt, she was sure he didn’t understand. He hadn’t seen the look in her eyes. Her heart was in her throat now, but she thought of them lying with the broken bits of building, thought of fate. “Because…” Maybe all they’d ever have was this night in this quiet house, for once away from the madness. But she needed it all the same. Needed to feel for herself what those looks meant. Swallowing hard, she twisted her hand around to lace their fingers firmly together, and tugged him forward. They fell together like they’d always been meant to, his free hand coming to her waist, her hand reaching up to tangle in his hair. When their lips met, Lily was sure this was the first time she was truly breathing. His mouth was astonishingly soft, and she wanted to cry with relief at the feel of it. “James,” she mumbled against him, and he moaned softly, and she was floating. 

Read the rest on Ao3!

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Thanks!!! Saving!!

mcyt is a constantly burning library of alexandria i am so serious

[angelicblondie]

this is a diff anon, but i would loveee a step-cest luke fic. luke spoiling his new pretty little step sister jus to watch her parade around her little pink outfits when they come back from the mall. starting off innocently w just buying her relatively modest clothing, books, or makeup/skincare until she uses him to buy other things like micro miniskirts n victoria’s secret panties n shit. and obvs luke needs a reward for buying all her shit n carrying her bags and half-sipped drink for five hours at the mall, and what better way than a little fashion show until luke gets handsy ? (love ur luke characterization girl, plus im so obsessed w ur tumblr theme oml)

aww tysm angel 🤍🥹 that means sooo much <333 i love this idea so so much oml.

warnings ~ stepcest, manhandling/groping (MDNI)

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luke liked to think of himself as a good guy. he helped his elder neighbors with their groceries, he helped his mom cook dinner all the time, he even volunteered at homeless shelters every now and then. he had constantly been praised for being a stand up man.

but there was nothing good about how he acted when it came to you.

initially he wasn't fond of the idea of his moms new boyfriend coming into their life, especially with his daughter who was a few years his junior - he quite like it just being his mom and him, he liked being the man of the house. so when you and your dad came in to the picture, it took a bit of warming up.

of course he was ever the gentleman, helping the two of you move in when things got serious between your folks, and conversing politely when your dad. luke admittedly wanted to stay away from you at first - he was worried your parents would want the two of you to act like siblings, and he wasn't looking for a little sister. luckily though, that problem was rectified the first night you moved into his and his mom house.

it was late at night, and luke had gotten up to go to the bathroom. he tugged on the door in the hallway and frowned when it wouldn't open. he huffed in annoyance. great. he couldn't even use the bathroom in his own house now. he heard the sound of running water before the door eventually opened, and he had to look down slightly to take in your appearance.

there was a slight blush on your cheeks, and you were wearing the tiniest pajamas luke had seen. "sorry," you rush out. "i just had to brush my teeth, its yours now." you felt quite flustered by lukes appearance, given he was only wearing basketball shorts and his torso was bare - you had never really been exposed to anyone like that.

luke remembered chuckling. "its fine, kid, g'night."

you mumbled back the words with a sweet smile, and turned around to go back to your room. luke eyes followed your retreating figure, his eyes dropping down to the fullness of your perky ass as you walked away. he swallowed, looking down at his pants. he had a boner - shocker.

from then on he had developed what could only be described as a crush - he was always watching you, always wanting to please and spoil you, always wanting to look good for you - he was obsessed. of course your parents were thrilled, simply writing it off as the two of you bonding and strengthening your new family. luke let them believe this, whilst in his heart, he knew the truth.

luke wanted to win you over, so he did the one thing he thought of - spoiling you rotten. it started off with him buying you a new book you had been blabbering about at dinner one night, and when you had asked the reason for the supposedly impromptu gift, he has causally resounded that he wanted you to feel welcome in his home. you had been beyond grateful, pushing up on your toes to wrap you arms around his neck, body flush against his. he winced, knowing his cock was hardening by the second.

god, he was pathetic.

he then began to give you just about anything she wanted - it was hard to say no to you, not when your eyes got all wide and excited, smile so hopeful - he would have to be a monster to reject that.

you had begged luke to take you to the mall all morning, and whilst luke led you to believe he didn't want to go, of course he did. he could never pass up on any extra time with you, especially alone. by the time you had explored the mall, luke had multiple of your shopping bags hanging off his arms and your cold wet iced coffee in his hand as you walked free of the burden. he didn't mind it though, enjoying the view of your prancing around giddily to buy more and more things.

you had acted bashful when you saw something you like, pretending like you didn't long for it out of fear of wasting lukes money. like when walked by the isabel marant, you had spotted a pair of boots in the window that were divine, your eyes widened in awe, but you looked away after a moment, knowing the shoes must've been very expensive.

luke had noticed your gaze and nudged you, slowing down. "wanna go in?" he asked.

you bite your lip in contemplation but shake your head. "no, no, its ok, i was just looking."

he scoffs a bit, amusment dancing in his eyes, coming to a full stop. "none of that, kid. if you want something from in there just tell me, y'know i'll get it."

you insisted that it was fine, but luke wasn't having it. he dragged you in the store, forcing you to show him what you were looking at. he didnt even look at the price tag, immediately grabbing them and bringing them to the register.

and it was worth every dime spent to see how excited you got, pracially jumping on him once you got out of the store. he himself felt like he got something each time he had the satisfaction of swiping his card.

he usually was so well behaved, really. he only really touched you when you touched him first, he had gone out of his way to not make any overtly sexual comments. but today, he couldn't hold back his flirty comments or his wandering hands, because he had you all to himself.

"your ass would look great in those jeans."

"shit, if i was at a party and saw you in that-"

"that skirts short, so maybe just for home, kid."

it felt natural, and it wasn't like you didn't like it - no, you love it! you blushed bashfully each time, either thanking him sweetly, or hitting his lightly, fauxly scolding him for his raunchiness.

he couldn't help himself, he was nearing his last straw by the time you were at your second to last store. he was in the waiting room, scrolling through his phone when you shoved your curtain to the side, walking past him to stand in front of the mirror. he looked up at you and blinked, taking in your appearance.

immediate boner. like, immediate.

you had on a micro mini skirt, seriously, he wasn't sure you could even consider it a skirt, thats how tiny it was. it just barely covered the fat of your ass, and he was sure if you bent over even slightly you would be completely revealed.

"shit, you sure that isnt a headband or something?" he chuckled, his wors coming out nonchalnt but trust me, he was very chalant.

you rolled your eyes turning around to face him. "isn't it cute?" you had asked, swaying your hips jokingly.

he laughed, and thanked god for the pillows on the couch he was sitting on that was currently placed on his lap. "its adorable, lemme see up close."

he beckconed you closer, pretending to ciritcally look at the fabric. he hands were placed on your love handles, taking advanted of the oppurtunity to touch you. "very cute, kid. you gonna let me buy this for you?"

of course you said yes, and you walked out of the store along with different variations of the skirt, and luke couldn't have been happier.

by the time the two of you got home, lukes excitement had gone through the roof. he knew you would propose to do what you always do after a day of shopping - a little fashion show. so the two of you went upstairs to your room, and you closed the door of the closet, bringing all your bags in with you.

luke waited patiently for you to dress each time, and it was worth it when you came out, a big smile on your lips as you show off each new article of clothing, coming over to press big kisses on his cheek. he would place his hands right under you ass as you gave him a hug, holding firmly on the skin. it was impossible not to touch you, not when you looked like that.

so for the sake of the fashion show, lukes hands roamed your body in the name of "feeling the fabric" and "making sure everything fit right", which was of course was perfect excuse to feel up the curves and contours of you body.

once it reached the end, you came out of the closset in what luke could only describe as something from his dreams, and what could only be from the victorias secret store.

he thought it was wrong that something as sweet and innocent as you was in something so sexy, but boy did it get him going. you were wearing a read lacy matching set, and it complemented your body perfectly. it pushed up your tits ever so slightly, causing them to jiggle anytime you moved. the thong of the panties showed off your plump ass, and you turned around in the mirror, keeping your eyes on your body as you decide.

"what do you think? it feels a bit much, no?"

luke breathes out a laugh. "wow, kid, y'look great." he compliments, and you blush. "really? i feel silly," you admit, looking at yourself again in the mirror.

luke shakes his head, standing up and slowly walking up behind you. "nuh-uh. y'look really hot. like, really hot."

you blush harder, hiding you face in your hands. "luuuke," you whine shyly, and he just chuckled, grabbing your wrists. "what, shy all the sudden? after dragging me around all day and makin me pay for your shit?"

you pout a bit. "but you insisted!"

"i know, but still, i think i deserve some compensation, no?" he taunts a bit, as his hands come up to your waist.

his hands on your body made you feel hot. "what kind of compensation?" you ask, your voice growing quiet.

he sighs. "y'see kid, you got me a little worked up," he says, montioning down to his hard-on. your eyes widen as you follow his movement, lips parting in shock. "and really, it isnt my fault - i cant control it. if anything, its you fault. you've been showing off all day and i cant help it. but, if you really want to make it up to me, you'll help me relieve some of the pressure. how does that sound?"

of course you agree, wanting to do anything to please luke, so not long after your bent over, yours hands on the bed as luke stands behind you, his palms engulfing the globes on your backside, squeezing delicately yet firmly. "shiiiiiit. no idea how long i've been thinkin' bout this," he whispers against your ear, hands sliding to your waist. your breaths are shaky, and you feel the wettness pull in your brand new panties. "luke..." you whisper, hands wrapping around his wrists. "isn't this bad?"

luke pauses, and formulates his answer. sure, it wasnt morally good, or ethical, but it wasnt that bad. "no, its not. m'not your actual brother, and we're both adults. promise your not being bad," he whispers his response, his hands sliding up to lewdly fondle your tits.

your back is now against his chest as he continues to feel you up, and your head is laid back on his shoulder. he places the most delicate kisses on your exposed neck, never sucking (though all he wanted to do was mark up and bruise your perfect skin). you let out the quietest of whimpers, but too bad for you that your lips were right up against lukes ear.

luke tilts his head, hands travelling down your torso as his lips meet your ear. "feels good?" he asks, voice quiet and teasing.

you nod, hiding your face in his neck, hands deathgripping his wrists wherever he went.

he knew you had never been touched like this, it was obvious the way you seemed aflame by his simple touches and gropes. he knew that he couldnt just stick his dick in you, oh no, he had to play the long game.

he had to warm you up to the idea. you still seemed hesitant, worried about doing the wrong thing, worried about your parents finding out - becasuse you were a good girl. he knew it would take more than a little groping session to make you his, so he slowly pulled away, leaving you wanting more.

luke was playing the long game, and it wouldn't take long before he had you right where he wanted you.

[mourningliliesmorningglories]

Guys I have two microfics I want to finish and post so

Edit: Drarry fic posted here!

And Black Brothers angst here!

[all-things-jily]

I think we should do some Reading Fest again. I remember a really nice one that iirc @annabtg held long ago? It was something like Zero Comment Fic fest, where you'd read fics with 0 comments and comment on them and then make a post listing those you liked; even before that I remember the Readathon Weekend by @thejilyship I think, where we'd read as much as we could over a weekend, great way to catch up with tbr's; or we could also do something to shake up tumblr, where we reblog at least one art a day we haven't before and at least one fic (a chapter, a micro, a multi, complete, wip, whichever) after of course reading and commenting, extra points for cute tags lol. I can even offer my blog to look around for them.