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[playstationvii]

#GTA:MagicKingdomDisney

Game Development Overview:

Title: GTA: The Magic Kingdom Platform: PlayStation 7 Developer: Rockstar Games in collaboration with DearDearestBrands Genre: Open-world Action/Adventure

Storyline:

In GTA: The Magic Kingdom, players explore a dark, reimagined version of Disney's iconic Magic Kingdom. The world is divided into themed lands, each with its own rules and factions. At its core, the story follows a criminal protagonist who is embroiled in a high-stakes battle for power and survival within the kingdom's chaotic, secretive underworld.

The protagonist (you) is a mysterious figure drawn into the Magic Kingdom's politics, where a sinister force is using the enchantment of Disney’s original lands for darker purposes. The hunt for Bambi, who is rumored to possess extraordinary powers tied to the kingdom’s survival, becomes a central pursuit, while the player navigates treacherous alliances, heists, and confrontations.

Main Character:

Name: Maximus Dark (or choose your own name) Backstory: A former magic thief, Maximus was exiled from the underworld for crossing a powerful figure. Now, forced to work in the Magic Kingdom's black market, he must hunt down Bambi and unlock secrets from deep within the kingdom's enchanted areas. Maximus has a personal vendetta against the kingdom’s rulers, who wronged him in his past. Throughout the game, the player will uncover the protagonist’s lost memories and long-forgotten connection to the forest kingdom that Bambi hails from.

Motivation: Maximus's primary goal is to reclaim his lost power, discover the truth behind Bambi’s existence, and stop a powerful corporation that seeks to rewrite the very essence of the Magic Kingdom. As the story unfolds, Maximus will face moral dilemmas, where every choice shapes the fate of the kingdom and his own soul.

Supporting Characters:

Bambi - The elusive and powerful figure whose very presence is tied to the survival of the kingdom. Bambi is the key to restoring balance but is hunted by those who wish to harness their power for dark purposes. They are often seen as a mystical being, guiding the protagonist toward their true destiny.

Claire Jorif Valentine – An enigmatic leader of a rebel faction, Claire operates in the shadows, challenging the corrupt rulers of the kingdom. She provides Maximus with missions, allies, and sometimes betrays him to further her hidden agenda. A powerful figure in the underworld, she seems to know more about Bambi than she lets on.

The Enchanted Guardians – These figures protect each themed land within the Magic Kingdom. They could either be allies or enemies depending on how the player approaches them. The Guardians are immortal beings who represent the natural forces of the kingdom—ranging from corrupted versions of iconic Disney characters like Captain Hook, Maleficent, or the Queen of Hearts.

Tiger Lily – A key ally who once helped Bambi and holds secrets to unlocking the magical energies in the kingdom. She is on a quest to stop the dark forces from taking over the kingdom. As a supporting character, she aids in quests related to nature and magic and can unlock special abilities for the player.

Walt - A mysterious figure who seems to control the Magic Kingdom’s darkest secrets. He appears to have been a creator of both the magic and the corruption that now threatens the lands. Maximus will need to confront him as the story builds toward the final confrontation.

Gameplay:

Open-World Exploration: The game world is split into different magical lands, such as Adventureland, Fantasyland, Tomorrowland, and others. Each land offers unique challenges, missions, and enemies. Players can freely explore these areas and engage in side missions while unraveling the main story.

Combat: Players can engage in both ranged and hand-to-hand combat, using magical powers, enchanted weapons, and advanced technology. The combat system is dynamic, blending traditional open-world combat with the ability to wield magic and technology.

Heist Missions: As Maximus tries to gain control of the Magic Kingdom, he must undertake heists to infiltrate high-security areas and steal vital items—such as keys to unlock magical areas or magical artifacts that help in the hunt for Bambi.

Choices & Morality: The game emphasizes player choices, with the narrative changing based on decisions. Will Maximus become a hero, villain, or something in-between? The relationship with Bambi and other characters is crucial, as decisions affect both alliances and the kingdom’s fate.

Stealth and Deception: Players can also use stealth to infiltrate the kingdom’s high-security areas or employ deception to manipulate enemies. Using disguises, magic, and technology, Maximus can change the course of battles or avoid them altogether.

Motivation of Player:

The player is constantly driven by the need for power, knowledge, and redemption. They must build their empire, uncover the dark secrets of the kingdom, and forge relationships with various characters—each with their own agendas. However, the hunt for Bambi represents more than just a physical chase; it's a quest for deeper understanding, as Bambi’s powers could either save or doom the Magic Kingdom.

Key Objectives:

Locate Bambi: The primary objective is to find Bambi before the forces of darkness do. Along the way, players uncover the mysteries of the forest kingdom and its connection to the greater magical world.

Restore the Kingdom: Players must gather allies, defeat corrupt leaders, and unlock ancient powers to restore balance to the kingdom. Each land requires the completion of key quests, often involving battles, negotiations, and solving puzzles.

Uncover Maximus’s Past: As Maximus’s memories return, the player will unlock hidden abilities and unique storylines. The past is filled with betrayal and secrets that will help guide the future of the kingdom.

End the Corruption: Maximus must dismantle the oppressive corporation that seeks to control the kingdom's magical energy. This requires sabotaging their operations, stealing key documents, and confronting their leaders in epic battles.

The Final Confrontation: In the game's climax, the player must decide whether to join Bambi in their fight for freedom or betray them to seize ultimate power. The fate of the Magic Kingdom—and possibly the world—rests in the player’s hands.

This game blends classic open-world gameplay with dark fantasy elements and a rich narrative, providing players with the chance to explore a re-imagined Disney universe full of intrigue, magic, and moral complexity. The pursuit of Bambi adds layers of mystery and suspense, making this a truly unique entry in the GTA franchise.

To project the potential success of GTA: The Magic Kingdom in 2025, we need to consider various factors including market trends, audience engagement, and the unique elements of the game. Here's a breakdown:

Market Growth for Open-World and Action-Adventure Games:

Current Trends: The gaming industry, especially for open-world games and action-adventure genres, has shown steady growth. Titles like Grand Theft Auto V, The Witcher 3, and Cyberpunk 2077 continue to drive demand for expansive worlds with immersive stories.

Projections: The global gaming market is expected to grow at a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of around 9.5% from 2024 to 2028. As GTA: The Magic Kingdom combines elements of beloved franchises (GTA and Disney), it could tap into both established fanbases, providing a unique mix of nostalgia and innovation.

Audience Engagement and Sentiment:

Nostalgia Factor: The reimagining of Disney’s Magic Kingdom with dark and mature themes will likely engage both nostalgic fans of Disney and mature audiences looking for an alternative take on Disney. This could boost both initial sales and long-term engagement.

Fanbase Growth: By 2025, your fanbase could grow significantly as the game's story unfolds. Assuming solid marketing campaigns and collaborations with influencers or streamers, you might see a steady increase in followers and engagement leading up to and after the game’s release.

Projections: Positive sentiment is expected if the game's unique blending of fantasy, technology, and dystopian elements resonates with audiences. Projections for engagement could range from a 15-20% increase in social media mentions in the first year after release.

Technological Advances and Game Development:

PlayStation 7 and Future Hardware: Given the expected launch of PlayStation 7 around 2025, GTA: The Magic Kingdom could be designed to take full advantage of next-gen console power. This will allow for an even more immersive experience with advanced graphics, smoother gameplay, and expansive worlds.

Projections: With the integration of next-gen technologies (such as AI-driven NPCs and advanced virtual reality options), GTA: The Magic Kingdom could have a 30-40% higher player retention rate due to these enhanced features.

Sales Projections:

Market Demand: Based on trends for similar games (open-world, fantasy, and action-adventure), initial sales could range between 5-10 million copies within the first year.

Projections for 2025: The game could potentially reach 15-20 million copies sold by 2025, depending on post-launch expansions, updates, and downloadable content (DLC). A strong, loyal fanbase built from the early adoption of the game could help push this figure higher.

Expansion and Future Growth:

DLCs & Expansions: By 2025, the game could see its first major expansion, adding new zones, characters, and stories to keep players engaged.

Projections: Expansions or sequels could drive continued engagement. This could result in an additional 10-20% increase in sales in the second year post-launch, especially if the game incorporates user feedback and evolves based on community input.

Marketing and Brand Partnerships:

Brand Alignment: With ties to Disney, GTA: The Magic Kingdom could attract partnerships, cross-promotions, and collaborations with major brands.

Projections: These collaborations could increase visibility, leading to higher-than-expected sales and engagement. With a proper marketing push and potentially viral content, the game's overall reach could expand significantly, especially if there are partnerships with influencers or Disney-themed events.

Summary of Projections for 2025:

Sales: 15-20 million copies sold globally

Player Engagement: 30-40% higher retention with the introduction of new technology

Audience Growth: Significant increase in fanbase with positive sentiment and engagement, likely 20-25% growth year-over-year

Brand Partnerships and DLCs: Increased revenue from post-launch content and collaborations

Overall, with the unique blend of popular genres and the anticipated growth of gaming markets, GTA: The Magic Kingdom could be positioned for strong performance by 2025, with significant growth in both sales and player engagement.

[mad0katsuki]

After process everything I overthink I’m totally fine!! Ig!!

[agreeewrites]

Seducing A Scrooge | Jegulus

“Oh, my sweet girl. What has that madman done to you now?” Regulus cooed, crossing the room to you.

feat. poly!jegulus x reader

SUMMARY: Regulus is having a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit this year, so you and James devise a plot to spread some holiday cheer.

CW: MDNI 18+, smut with zero plot, established relationship, being tied up with Christmas decorations, group sex, praise kink, mix of sweetness and rough-ish stuff, lots of spit swapping, switch!reg and softdom!james

divider by @issysh3ll

“Jamie, this might be overkill,” you mumbled through the ribbon between your teeth.

“Nonsense.” He stuck a present bow to the top of your head. “Unless your uncomfortable,” he amended, wiggling his fingers between the tinsel and your skin to ensure it wasn't wrapped to tightly around you.

You shook your head, your thighs clenching together when he adjusted your position by lifting you by your festive bondage.

“Ah, just impatient?” James teased, setting you a bit more upright against the headboard. He skimmed his cool fingers over his work, the tinsel and lights wrapped around your body in complicated twists and knots, digging into your soft flesh and leaving a dusting of glitter over your skin. “We'll unwrap you soon enough, love,” he hummed, leaning in to give you a quick kiss.

“How much longer will he be?” You whined, not in a hurry to be released, but already desperate for your lovers to touch you. James’ slow, deliberate ministrations while tying you up had set your body on fire, which he refused to quell before Regulus could play with you himself.

“Not much longer. Do you need anything while we wait?” He kissed down your neck, illuminated pink by the LED’s, featherlight and teasing. The tight ball of arousal in your stomach tightened further, your clit damn near aching clenched between your thighs.

You let out a soft whimper when he grazed his teeth over your pulse point. “An orgasm?” You ventured, and he chuckled against your skin.

“Sorry, darling. Watching you squirm is far too enjoyable to cut short.” He gave you one last peck on the cheek before rolling off the bed. He waved his wand to light the fireplace and start up some soft Christmas instrumentals on your muggle record player.

If Regulus heard “Jingle Bells” immediately upon entering the cabin, he'd turn straight around.

Your boyfriend, who was tempermental on a good day, seemed to have descended into full Scrooge this holiday season.

You and James had tried everything to infect him with the holiday spirit, from decorating your shared flat floor to ceiling in the gorgeous, vintage-holiday style he preferred, to going on romantic walks to see the lights, all bundled up in heavy coats and scarves. You'd even planned an elaborate date night to see the Nutcracker ballet, with coordinated outfits and a fancy dinner, but he was clearly only indulging your efforts, not actually enjoying the festivities himself.

So, you and James concocted a last ditch effort to raise his spirits, festive or otherwise. And now here you were, done up like a slutty Christmas tree.

Both of your ears perked at the sound of a bell chiming, enchanted to ring whenever one of the three of you arrived home.

James gave you a salacious grin. “Stay here,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before darting out to meet Regulus at the front door.

“Like I have a choice,” you grumbled yourself, shifting slightly and feeling the slick collecting between your legs.

“Welcome home, love,” James said, his voice warm and gentle, and you heard Regulus murmur something in response. Your muscles bunched with tension, and you bit down on the ribbon to stifle any sounds you might make.

“I should have known better than trying to go to the fucking shops two weeks before Christmas,” he grumbled, dropping his things on the dining room table. “Absolute insanity.”

“I can imagine,” James chuckled, and you could hear his arms wrap around Regulus, his coat crinkling against the taller boys chest. “Glad you're home,” James said softly, and your heart swelled.

After a few moments of quiet, you heard Regulus speak again. “Where's y/n? I bought her something.”

You sucked in a breath.

“A Christmas present?” James teased, and Regulus scoffed.

“No, just a regular present.” He rummaged through some bags, and withdrew something that sounded like clothing.

James gave a low whistle, and heat scorched your skin. “Oh, Reg. She'll love that,” he gushed.

“I thought so. Where is she? Over at Remus'?”

“Bedroom,” James replied, casual as could be.

The next second, James was opening the bedroom door and Regulus strode in, a gorgeous, red velvet dress in his hands. He froze when his eyes finally landed on you, widening a fraction before his beautiful face split into a wicked smirk.

“Oh, my sweet girl. What has that madman done to you now?” He cooed, laying the dress on the chair before crossing the room to you.

“It was her idea,” James chuckled, leaning against the doorway.

“Not entirely!” You mumbled around the ribbon, and Regulus’ smile widened.

Regulus’ fingers traced the tinsel over your thighs, over your soaked apex, and up to catch your chin, tilting your face towards him. “This true, darling? Did you two conspire against me?”

Your eyes widened, fixed on his dilating pupils, blackness overtaking the soft green irises. There was something about Regulus that never failed to make your brain shut off, and you found yourself struggling to formulate a response.

“Well, what a lovely little pair of trickster elves you are.” He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours, more a caress than a kiss, leaving your skin tingling in his wake. “And what a pretty Christmas decoration you make.” Regulus pulled back, admiring James’ work, and the way your curves strained against it.

“She was so good while I tied her up. Barely moved a muscle,” James praised, easing himself onto the bed beside you and running hand over your thigh, the muscles jumping at his delicate touch.

Your pussy was practically thrumming with anticipation, their words only amplifying your needy state.

“That so?” Regulus removed his shoes and coat, revealing the tight, black turtleneck and expensive jeans underneath.

You nodded, trying hard not to squirm as James started kneading your flesh with his big hands, slowly inching closer to your center.

“Although,” James hummed, his hand pausing. You held back a strangled whine, your hips flinching closer to his fingers. “She did start to get a little impatient towards the end. Even asked me to get her off before you got home.”

You glared daggers at James, earning a sly smirk.

Regulus tsked. “Jamie, be a dear and hold her still for me.”

Without another word, James stripped his clothing, revealing his tanned, muscular torso and matching cock, already at attention, before climbing into bed. He arranged you both so he was sitting behind you, your head leaned against his chest. His hands settled on your hips, squeezing gently in reassurance as Regulus approached.

“Did James tying you up make you that desperate?” He asked, and you nodded, your heart racing. “You like being at our mercy? Ours to treat however we please?” He dragged the tips of his fingers over your skin, making you shiver against James and forget your words.

“Yes or no, lovey,” James encouraged, his lips against the shell of your ear.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“Undo her legs,” Regulus ordered.

Excitement washed through you, and James was quick to literally tear the tinsel off of you, throwing it onto the floor beside the bed while Regulus carefully unwound the lights. Then James tucked his hands under your knees, pulling your legs apart and back towards him, exposing your sodden cunt to the warm air of the room, and the sticky mess you made along your inner thighs.

The stretch felt exquisite after an hour of being locked in place, and a soft moan spilled from your lips.

“Seems our little love really likes to be tied up,” Regulus mused, kneeling on the edge of the bed and shirking his sweater. “Drooling all over my expensive duvet,” he chastised, though his words dripped with approval.

“To be fair, I didn't make it easy on her,” James said, pressing affectionate kisses along your shoulder and neck.

“I'm sure you didn't. You're as insatiable as she is.”

James chuckled, the rumble making your tits bounce, and Regulus’ eyes darkened further. James caught his expression and dragged his hands up your body, cupping your tits, framed by a harness of lights, in his long fingers.

“So fucking pretty,” he hummed, grazing his thumbs over the hardened peaks, making your back bow as pleasure zapped through you.

“Like a piece of art,” Regulus added, lowering his face between your legs, his black curls tickling your thighs.

You fought against the ribbon in your mouth, attempting to dislodge it. James hooked a finger into the knot and unraveled it, freeing you instantly.

“Please, Reggie, please, please touch me,” you whined, knowing how much he loved to hear you beg.

“What do you think, Jamie?” Regulus asked, dragging the tip of his nose along your sensitive skin, breathing you in.

“I think she might combust if you don't,” James snickered, pinching and rolling one of your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. You arched off of him, cursing under your breath as your pussy throbbed.

“Well, we can't have that,” Regulus hummed, his breath ghosting over your slick lips before his tongue laved through you, turning your thoughts to static.

He licked up and down your pussy, skirting around your clit in a wide arc. You melted onto James' embrace, his fingers plucking at your nipples while he mouthed at your throat, sucking marks across your skin.

“Reggie,” you whined, your fingers itching to thread through his hair, to reach back and hold James, but unable to do anything it grip the tinsel that binds them.

You felt Regulus smile against you, and he finally sealed his lips to your clit, nursing softly. You nearly come undone then and there, lifting off James with a cry as sparks flash behind your eyelids.

“So sensitive,” James said, snaking one of his arms around your waist to hold you in place. “He makin’ you feel good, lovey?”

“So f-fucking good,” you moaned, throwing your head back against James shoulder.

“You taste delicious, amour,” Regulus hummed, lapping at the pool of moisture collecting at your entrance. “Sweet as honey.” Regulus sat up briefly, catching James’ chin and kissing him, licking into his mouth. You watched their tongues dance, spit and your slick mixing in their sloppy exchange, James cock pulsing with excitement against your lower back.

Regulus pulled away after a few moments, a string of spit connecting their lips before he lowered himself back between your legs.

“C'mere.” James grabbed your jaw and angled your head towards him, capturing your lips in a simmering, languid kiss, the taste of you and Regulus lingering on his tongue. His licked at your lower lip, sucking it between his teeth to nibble on the tender flesh.

You moaned into his mouth, Regulus’ tongue doing something that made your brain short circuit, pushing you that much closer to your peak.

Regulus made a low hum in his throat. James broke the kiss to look down at him between your legs, his lips swollen and shiny with spit, eyes blown wide with affection.

“Gonna come for him, sweet thing? Shit—you’re trembling, love. Doing so good, Reggie.” James carded his fingers through Regulus' hair, and he leaned into his touch, practically purring with contentment against your sex.

It was so tender, so indulgent, you felt like you were glowing brighter than the Christmas lights, the most delicious heat spilling through you.

Regulus increased his tempo, so eager to make you come on his tongue while James held you together, soothing and loving on you both through the rising tide.

“Oh, god…f-fuck, m’gonna come. Yes, yes, yes!” You cried out as your orgasm rocked through you, electric pleasure frying your fragile nerves, making you twitch and convulse in James’ arms.

“Atta girl. Worth the wait, hm?" James praised, holding you tightly as your body shuddered through it, Regulus lapping up every drop he’d wrung from you, prolonging your release.

“Beautiful, amour,” Regulus purred when you finally settled, peppering kisses up your stomach to kiss you, his face damp from your release, cheeks flushed and eyes bright. He turned to kiss James, who dragged his tongue up Regulus' cheek to taste you.

“Switch with me,” James murmured to Regulus, sliding out from under you.

You trembled as you sat up, your body still recovering from that slow burn release, your muscles fatigued from the bondage. Regulus slipped behind you, quickly undoing the tinsel that held your arms so you could move a little more freely.

You moaned in relief as you sagged against him, stretching your arms overhead. He took one of your hands, massaging each finger gently before kissing your knuckles.

You nearly forgot about James, so fixated on Regulus’ attentive touch, until James lifted your hips, shifting you higher onto Regulus’ chest.

“Jamie, what are you—oh fuck,” Regulus loosed a strangled moan, and you felt his half-hard cock slap against your sensitive cunt, suddenly freed from his pants.

James shimmied Regulus’ jeans down his legs, tossing them aside before settling back between your thighs. Gingerly, you removed James’ glasses and set them on the end table before smoothing his curls out of his eyes.

Regulus wrapped his arms around you, one holding your hip, the other cradling your throat. Not applying pressure, just feeling your pulse, your breath, under his fingers. He kissed along your cheek, licking at the shell of your ear.

“You know how much you mean to me?” He murmured, skimming your jaw with his thumb so you looked at him.

“Enough that you'll tolerate our festive shenanigans?” You grinned, pecking his cheek.

“Even more than that,” he hummed, pressing a loose, light as air kiss to your lips. Suddenly, his hips jerked, his teeth nearly knocking into yours. “Fucking hell, Potter—” James’ name fractured into a low groan, and you felt James nose brush your sex as he took Regulus into his mouth.

“Oh-oh,” you moaned when James lifted off Regulus to lick up your slit, his tongue dragging between the two of you. He pressed Regulus’ shaft against your slit, rocking between your slick folds as he began thrusting against James’ mouth, the combined friction making your eyes cross.

“Merlin, so f-fucking good, babe. So wet and warm,” Regulus moaned into the side of your neck, his lips latching onto your skin and sucking.

You weren't sure who he was talking to, but both you and James preened at the approval, James emboldened in his efforts to feast on you both simultaneously.

If anyone could pull off such a sexual feat, it was James Fleamont Potter.

You tightened your grip on James’ hair and reached your other hand up to hold Regulus, sliding your fingers into the damp curls at his nape. The contact kept you grounded while James worked to send your body to the moon.

“I wish you two could see this,” James said after coming up for air, breathless and starry-eyed. “So fuckin’ hot seeing you both dripping.”

Regulus made a whimpering sound in his throat, his hips canting up with a little more insistence.

“Jamie, want him inside me,” you begged, rocking your hips in time with Regulus’ movements.

“Fuck, please, amour,” Regulus' added, and James gave a smug grin, his plan having come to perfect fruition.

It never failed to amaze you how quickly the always-cool Regulus Black would fall apart under your or James' touch. How quickly you could work his Royal Highness into brainless, desperate putty.

Not that you were in any position to talk, James was the only one of you who could keep a level head during sex. Which was why he often was the one to take the lead once you got into it.

You watched James grip Regulus’ cock, stroking him a few times. “Lift your hips, lovey,” he said, and Regulus lifted you for him, gripping your hips . James lined the two of you up, and with a nod, Regulus speared you slowly onto his length.

Your eyes rolled back in your head, his cockhead grazing every delicious inch of your channel before bumping against your cervix, the feeling of fullness wonderfully intense.

Regulus moaned, a string of mumbled french spilling from his lips as your pussy sucked him deeper, soft and pulsing around his rigidity.

“Such a good girl,” James praised, practically drooling from his front row seat. “Taking him so well.” He leaned forward, licking a stripe from Regulus' base to your clit, and you both cried out as a new height of pleasure crescendoed, clinging to one another. You felt Regulus’ cock throb inside of you, his body trembling with the effort of holding still.

“James—” Regulus hissed through his teeth when James did it again, torturing you both.

“Fine, fine. Can you blame me? Prettiest sight I've ever fucking seen,” he said, sitting up and holding his arms out to you. “Come here, darling. Let me help you.”

Regulus eased you up onto your knees and you wrapped your arms around James, his strong arms embracing your waist as you buried your face into his neck. He smelled of sex and his spruce body wash, so very James, and you melted onto his arms, knowing he could bear your weight with ease.

You felt James nod his head, hold tightening, and Regulus snapped his hips upwards, knocking the air from your lungs.

“Oh fuck!” You cried as Regulus pounded up into you, his cock ruthlessly filling you over and over again while James kept you steady. All the sweetness cast aside in desperation.

“Good girl, that's it. Just hold onto me and take it,” James purred, reaching one of his hands down to grope your ass, delivering a stinging slap to the jiggling fat.

“Feel so fucking good,” Regulus growled, his grip on your hips hard enough to bruise. “Petite putain d'allumeuse.”

“Jamie,” you whined, struggling to vocalize the thoughts spilling from your mind while Regulus used your cunt like his personal fleshlight.

“What, lovey?” He cooed, smoothing your hair from your face.

Your mouth hung open, beautifully pink and wet. Begging to be filled.

He grazed his thumb over your lip. “You want something to suck, precious?” He dipped his thumb into your mouth and you eagerly sucked it, eyes fluttering closed. “Ah, thought so.” He stared adoringly down at you, letting you nurse for a moment before removing his hand.

“Lean forward, love,” Regulus directed, his voice rough with exertion, and James stepped off the bed, letting you fall forward off of Regulus' cock. A low growl rumbled through Regulus' as he sat up behind you, his hands gripping your ass and spreading your cheeks. “Seven fucking saints, you're gorgeous.” He dragged his tongue through your sloppy cunt before straightening, lining up his cock once more before filling you back up, hitting a new, toe-curling angle deep inside of you.

“Mmph, Reggie,” you moaned, rocking back against his hips. “So b-big.”

Regulus grabbed the remaining restraints around your torso, forcing you up onto your hands, head forward where you were greeted by James’ pretty cock, flushed pink and dripping pearls. “Open, amour,” he ordered, but your jaw was already dropping, tongue out as you looked up at James through your lashes.

James spit on your tongue, slapping his cock head against it before easing himself into the wet warmth of your mouth. “Fuuuuuuck, love,” he groaned, head falling back on his shoulders as you started to suck him, Regulus’ thrusts forcing you further down James’ shaft. Regulus was manhandling you like a puppet, using the harness of tinsel to slide you up and down his cock.

You head completely emptied then, your body taking over as they fucked you from both ends, dominating every inch of you: mind, body, and soul. The pleasure was overwhelming, winding through every inch of you until it felt like you were cracking apart, your soul spilling out for them to take.

You heard them kissing above you, moaning and growling into each other's mouths like dueling animals, pummeling you between them.

You reached a hand between your legs, your clit begging for stimulation, and you began to rub tight circles over it, moaning around James’ length as your orgasm barreled closer.

“Close, hm?” Regulus purred in your ear, his front pressing against your back, and you nodded around James’ cock, gagging on a particularly deep thrust.

“Merlin, me too,” James groaned, fisting your hair as he fucked your face, sweat gleaming on his muscular chest, his dark hair a wild mess. “Gonna come down that hot little throat—fuck!”

A jet of cum blasted against your tonsils, his cock bucking against your tongue as his orgasm washed over him, his handsome face screwed up in ecstasy.

You greedily swallowed it all, sucking him until he was trembling and crying out, his body going limp as you overstimulated him.

“Your turn,” Regulus growled, speeding up his thrusts until you collapsed onto the bed, a screaming, shaking mess as he forced an orgasm out of you, the brutality of it knocking your soul from your body, splitting your mind in half as the room fell away and you ascended.

Distantly, you felt Regulus come too, his cry broken and loud enough to vibrate your ears as he fucked his spend into your quivering channel.

He collapsed onto you, breathing raged and skin sweaty. Slowly, your brain pieced itself back together, your muscles turned to goo, your skin tingling and sensitive as James rubbed small, soothing circles over your back.

“So good, lovey. You did so well,” you heard James murmur, pressing kisses to your and Regulus’ faces while he undid the last of your bondage.

Regulus curled around you, burying his face into you back of your neck. “I take it all back, I fucking love Christmas,” he mumbled, reaching out to tug James into the cuddle.

“I knew it,” James grinned, pulling your head onto his chest and wrapping an arm around you both, your legs tangled together. He twined his fingers with Regulus’ hand on your hip, guiding them to rest over his thundering heart.

“I think you just love pussy,” you teased, lazily grinding your ass against Regulus.

“That too,” he huffed a laugh, nipping at your earlobe.

“Well, I love you both,” James pressed a kiss to your forehead and brought Regulus’ knuckles to his lips.

“Love you,” you hummed, kissing James’ chest.

“Je t'aime,” Regulus shifted up to kiss James before dropping a kiss to your temple. “And thank you for showing me the true meaning of Christmas.”

“Pussy?” James asked.

“Pussy,” Regulus affirmed, and you snorted a laugh.

Thanks for reading!

[yoonlyhan]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ in which itoshi sae kisses you for the first time

your first kiss with sae was unexpected but not a coincidence nor an accident.

you two were under the gazing night and the wandering stars in the middle of the city. you were getting tired of walking and would like to rest for a bit. even though the nights in the city are mostly filled with bustling crowds, the place you both walked to was a quiet spot.

the only noise you hear is the flow of the water in the nearby fountain and the even breathing pattern of yours and sae.

your eyes enchanted by the bright stars as you wonder if sae was also feeling the same so you slide your gaze to his and immediately smiled when he was also quietly stargazing.

sae's stare eventually dropped to you when he felt your lingering stares. he stared back. to your eyes. to your smile. to the strands of your hair in your face, which he scoffed at that.

you cleared your throat and your smile turn into an awkward smile from his stare. sae was not backing down from this staring competition. he always does. so your eyes waver to your shoes instead, not feeling too well to look much in his eyes with your fast beating heart.

sae, however, only raised a brow at you. completely unaware that you were slight panicking from his stare.

the two shoes you were looking at became four as sae walked in front of you. you didn't raise your head though. the both of you stayed like that. with your head lowered and sae... you do not even dare to look more at him tonight.

until sae tilts your head up, with his index and thumb on each sides of your jawline. only then you would look at him. he was dead staring at you, you didn't know what to do.

“you're staring too much,” you said. “i might melt, you know.” you jokingly add but he only tilt his head at you.

oh please why isn't he talking? you were growing anxious at—

and then sae lowered his face slightly and... he's still looking at you. as if he was making sure you know that he's about to kiss you. and oh when you definitely showed that you knew from your expression, he leans down more until your lips are pressed against his.

only then his unwavering stare was gone when he closed his eyes for a moment to kiss you, it's like every emotion he haven't said is being poured into you.

you simply melt from his touch.

masterlist ♡

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[starmaidengarden]

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 !

contexts: just some adorable headcanons about the octavinelle boys

— Azul : Jade : Floyd : x gn!reader. no cw/tw. cute headcanons. pt3! Pic: Leo08ph on twt, dividers: uzmacchiato

Azul Ashengrotto ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ Azul doesn’t just fall in love—he spirals into it as if caught in a whirlpool. At first, he finds himself utterly enchanted by your quick wit and the way your eyes flicker with excitement when you discuss your passions. He admires your fearless spirit, and how you’re not afraid to challenge him, keeping him on his toes.

⭑.ᐟ He'll give you a compliment and then quickly play it down, feeling a bit shy about it. "You look absolutely lovely today," he stammers, his cheeks tinged with a soft blush. “I-I mean, not that you don’t always look great,” he quickly adds, a sheepish grin escaping as he tries to play it cool.

⭑.ᐟ He shows his love in clear and meaningful ways. He carefully organizes your busy schedule, making sure you have time to rest between classes, editing your papers and gives helpful feedback. On relaxed afternoons at the lounge, he buys you free drinks, a simple gesture that warms your heart.

⭑.ᐟ Beyond these everyday acts, he also has a thing for spoiling you with luxurious, thoughtfully chosen gifts—perhaps a rare book by your favorite author or a piece of jewelry that reflects your unique style. Each time he presents these surprises, he downplays their value, pretending they’re no big deal, yet deep down, you know they come from a place of affection and care.

⭑.ᐟ Azul is not openly affectionate in public. He gets flustered easily, and even a simple touch could send his composure crumbling. But in private? He’s incredibly soft. He loves being held, especially when he’s stressed. He’ll melt into your arms after long shifts, nuzzling into your shoulder and sighing deeply. If you run your fingers through his hair, he may just fall asleep there.

⭑.ᐟ His touches are cautious at first: brushing hair from your face, guiding you with a hand on your back. But once he grows comfortable, he loves holding hands, cuddling while reading, and soft kisses—always soft, almost reverent. Azul is old-fashioned when it comes to romance. He’ll offer his arm like a gentleman, open doors, and always insists on paying during dates. He wants to be someone you can rely on—a foundation, not just a lover.

⭑.ᐟ sometimes you doze off on his shoulder while he’s reviewing contracts. He freezes up like he’s just been struck by lightning. His cheeks go bright pink. He doesn’t dare move, even though his arm falls asleep. Instead, he watches over you with a soft, protective gaze, and when you wake up, there’s a blanket on your shoulders and a cup of warm tea waiting for you.

Jade Leech ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ He will quietly appear at your side when you’re overwhelmed, leaning in just enough to soften the moment, and gently say, “Shall we take a walk?” His presence has a calming effect, as if he senses the tension radiating off you

⭑.ᐟ He thrives off reactions. Embarrassed? Flustered? Delicious. He’s always watching—his gaze is everywhere and observant—and a soft smile curls on his lips, as if he knows your next move before you do. He favors subtle touches too. a hand on the small of your back, brushing your fingers as he passes something to you. He enjoys watching your reactions more than the contact itself.

⭑.ᐟ When you throw out a sarcastic remark, he leans in closer, the playful glimmer in his eyes intensifying. “What an amusing little bite you have,” he murmurs, his voice laced with mischief. “Careful, or I might bite back.” (You’re now emotionally ruined for the next half hour.)

⭑.ᐟ If someone else seems interested in you, he won’t interfere directly—he’ll smile politely, but there’s a dangerous glint in his eye. He believes in claiming things without making a scene. You’ll know when he decides you're his.

⭑.ᐟ He playfully jokes around, but he always keeps a watchful eye on you—slightly shifting his demeanor to a more serious tone if he detects even the faintest hint of sadness in your expression, his concern obvious in the way his brows furrow slightly.

⭑.ᐟ Takes you on adventurous dates in the woods, where he excitedly leads the way, so you can “hunt for rare fungi together.” Despite the trail and close calls—you barely avoided a slippery slope down a steep hill—his infectious spirit makes every moment thrilling.

⭑.ᐟ Absolutely teaches you random facts about mushrooms, deep-sea creatures, and poisons like it’s flirting. “Did you know this species can paralyze a person in under 10 seconds? Fascinating, isn’t it?” His tone is infused with charm, as if he’s flirting with knowledge (Comforting??? Maybe???)

⭑.ᐟ Jade doesn’t like being touchy in public. He reserves those moments for when you’re alone: wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, brushing your hair out of your face, or resting his forehead against yours with quiet intimacy.

Floyd Leech ༉⋆｡˚

⭑.ᐟ Floyd’s mood swings are real—and he doesn’t hide them at all. One minute he’s clingy, leaning into you with an almost desperate affection, his large eyes sparkling with mischief; the next he’s distracted, looking off into the distance as if entirely bored by the world around him.

⭑.ᐟ BUT! You’re the only person who can steady him. No matter how stormy his mood gets, your voice and touch act like a soothing balm, cutting through the chaos. It’s as if you’re his anchor, keeping him grounded in the midst of his emotional storms.

⭑.ᐟ If you manage to tune into his moods and mirror them just right? He will fall SO HARD. You’re not just someone who walks through life with him; you’re his favorite toy, the one he cherishes and plays with endlessly. To him, you’re his “shrimpy,” a term of endearment that makes you feel special and cherished.

⭑.ᐟ Floyd expresses his love through touch, often reaching for you. He’s the type who’ll grab your hand without a second thought, throw his arm around your shoulder possessively, or pick you up effortlessly, spinning you around as if you were a plushie in his grasp. His affection isn’t limited to light touches; he loves giving you squeezes that are more than just hugs. Full-body wraps where he lifts you off the ground entirely, enveloping you in a comforting embrace. “Squeeze time~! Don’t run, Shrimpy~!” he’ll tease, his voice light and playful, making you feel safe and cherished.

⭑.ᐟ When he’s sleepy, that clinging nature intensifies. He’ll tangibly wrap his whole body around you, like a heated blanket, and he’ll pout adorably if you even dare to suggest leaving his side. His sleepy eyes, adorned with long lashes, reflect an almost childlike need for closeness in those moments.

⭑.ᐟ Ask you weird, random questions just to hear your answers or just to hear you laugh. “Hey Shrimpy, if I was a bird, would you still date me?”, he’ll ponder, tilting his head in that adorable way he does. “How many marshmallows do you think I could fit in my mouth at once?” he’ll challenge with a glint of mischief in his eye. (He tests it. You stop him at 11.)

[ryuto12-gaming]

When Renoir painted his Axons he made Aline enchanting, beautiful, mesmerizing and graceful. He gave Sirene opulent jewelry, plentiful color, he painted her island as the only place in the Canvas with that type of architecture. Unique and wondrous in all her ways, with the charming ability to make everything perfect again. And make no mistake, he is the Tisseur ever weaving for Sirene because he does love her but killing him also makes you immune to Sirene’s charm.

He gives Clea the world. Her Axon is just like her, her very long auburn hair, white shirt, dark blue skirt, suspenders. The Hauler is not an overdramatized version of Clea; it’s just Clea. A city on its back, the weight of their entire family on her shoulders constantly. Her Axon is in Old Lumiere, while everyone else’s are much further up toward the Monolith in a perfect line next to each other though divided by the sea.

He gives Verso his window and mirror. Visage is performer with dramatic lighting and stage sounds, Verso with his piano in the opera house as the lights dimmed. Verso hides both behind and within his art and cannot separate those things.

He gives Alicia the impossible, the endless possibilities he sees for her. Her Axon gets ever taller; always reaching for the sky. Neither storm nor fire may stop his little star from going beyond the boundaries of the world.

Renoir works in only layered, interpretive artwork and I think that’s beautiful.

[stylesispunk]

"The one that got away"

outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

summary: the one where you lose joel and must say goodbye.

wc: 4k>

warnings: extreme angst (shocking), mentions of blood, grief.

a/n: since i wasn't able to work on chapter ii of blind faith, here you have this. The trailer (when it got leaked) made me feel things. reblogs and comments are always appreciated.

dividers by @/enchantings-a

A soft, breathy laugh pulled you from sleep.

You stirred, the warmth of the blankets heavy around you, your body resisting to leave the beauty paradise of dreams. But then a rough palm smoothed over your arm, soft lips pressing against your temple, and you let out a slow, contented sigh, as if you had just found pleasure on a tiny action.

“You were whispering my name,” Joel murmured, his voice sounded rough, still thick with the morning sleep. Amusement laced on his words, his chest rumbling softly as he chuckled. “Should I be worried about it?”

Blinking awake, you turned onto your side, eyes adjusting to the grey light of the cold winter slipping through the curtains. He was already looking at you, that boyish smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, the one you had become use to look at, the one you always cherished.

“I was dreaming about you,” you admitted, your voice rasping slightly from sleep.

Joel hummed, pressing a lazy kiss to your cheek, then another to your jaw, as he always did every morning of the last 6 years, “Good things, I guess.”

You exhaled a quiet laugh, your fingers brushing the silver at his temples. “I always dream good things about you,” you murmured between his kisses, “but I love waking up to the real you better.”

Joel stilled for a fraction of a second, his forehead resting against your temple. His hand slid to your waist, holding you just a little closer, like he was trying to imprint this moment to memory. There was something in his eyes, something deep, serious, real.

A man who had never let himself love this way before. A man who had lost too much to believe he could ever deserve something like this. A man who never though he would have had a chance to love someone as much as he loved you.

That’s why he had let himself love you completely. He was devoted to you in body and soul.

“Damn right, you do,” he finally said, smirking as he stole another kiss, trying to mask the weight settled in his chest.

You had become his favorite person, his favorite sight to wake up to.

“I love you,” you whispered.

He kissed you again, slow and lingering, as if he didn’t want to let go, “Love you too, baby.”

The words never lost their meaning. They had never come easy for him, but for you, they always did.

But then the morning caught up to you both.

The sound of hooves outside. The faint voices of patrolmen gathering. Joel sighed, pulling away, but his hand lingered on your waist like he didn’t want to leave.

“I should get going,” he muttered.

You didn’t like it. He wasn’t even supposed to go today. He’d filled in at the last minute, and something about it left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Still, you didn’t stop him. You just reached for his wrist, fingers tracing over the rough, scarred skin. “Be careful.”

The moment Joel pulled away, a weight settled deep in your chest, thick and unshakable, like something was pressing down on your ribs. You swallowed against it, willing the feeling away, but it stayed.

Something wasn’t right. It didn’t feel right.

You watched him sit at the edge of the bed, tugging on his boots with slow, movements. You he didn’t want to go, not really. You knew he didn’t want to go, but lately he had feeling he had been making strange choices. Volunteering for extra patrol shifts he didn’t need to take. Fixing up broken fences on the outskirts of Jackson, long past sundown. Riding out to check on the dam when it wasn’t his turn. It was as if he was trying to keep moving, to keep doing something—anything—to drown out the thoughts he wouldn’t say out loud.

You knew why. Ever since that fight with Ellie, he had been different.

He hadn’t said much about it, but he didn’t have to. You had heard enough through the walls of your home, Ellie’s voice, shaking with the hurt of his betrayal, and Joel’s, rough with the kind of pain only a father could know.

Silence had filled the house after that. She hadn’t spoken to him since. Not really.

At least not until last night. Ellie had come to your house and both of them talked. There was something, a flicker of hope on Joel’s eyes the moment he stood back inside the house. Like someone had given him a chance to feel things would be better. He would try to make them better.

After all, Joel had spent so long building something with her, who had softened for her, who had let himself become a father again and the weight of her absence felt like an open wound.

You had seen it in the way he carried himself. In the deepening lines on his face, the nights he sat on the couch, staring at the front door like he was waiting for her to walk in and forgive him. In the way he pulled you closer at night, held you longer, kissed you slower, like he was terrified that if he let go, he’d lose you too.

You tried to remind him, over and over, that he wasn’t alone. That you were here. That you loved him despite all the choices he had made.

But it didn’t stop him from throwing himself into things that didn’t make sense, like taking a patrol shift at the last minute.

You wanted to believe it was just his way of coping. That he would come back, tired but safe, like he always did. That he would walk through the front door, set his rifle against the wall, and pull you into him like he needed to feel something real again.

But the feeling in your chest told you otherwise.

Still, you didn’t say anything as he reached for the doorknob. You just watched him, memorizing the way he looked in the early morning light. The way his shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. The way his hair fell, a little messy from sleep. The way he turned back at the last second, as if he knew you were still watching.

His gaze softened, and he took one step back toward you, leaning in to kiss you, slow, familiar, warm.

“I love you,” he murmured against your lips.

You exhaled. “I love you too.”

The words left your mouth easily, instinctively. The way they always did. But this time, they felt heavier, like they were holding something bigger than just love.

Maybe he felt it too, because when he pulled away, he hesitated.

Only for a second. Joel sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll be back before sundown.”

It wasn’t a promise. It never was.

You nodded anyway. “Be careful.”

He gave you one last look before stepping out the door.

And as it shut behind him, the weight in your chest didn’t leave.

It only grew.

The fire crackled softly in the quiet night, sending flickers of warm light dancing over Joel’s face. The air smelled like damp earth and wood smoke, and somewhere in the distance, an owl hooted. Ellie was curled up in her sleeping bag, her soft breaths steady and even, lost in a sleep neither you nor Joel had the luxury of most nights.

You sat beside him, your knees nearly touching as you both nursed the last bits of coffee he had brewed over the fire. It was bitter, but warm. Comforting.

Joel had been quieter than usual that night.

“Something on your mind?” you asked, voice hushed so as not to wake Ellie.

He glanced at you, then back at the fire. “Not really.”

You hummed, not convinced. “You are though”

A muscle in his jaw twitched.

“Okay, I’ll leave you with it” you continued.

Joel sighed, shifting to lean his forearms on his knees. “I hope so.”

It was the most honest thing he had said all day.

You watched the flames lick at the dry wood, letting his words settle between you. This journey had been wearing him down. You could see it in the lines on his face.

Maybe he was.

“I think about my family.” you admitted.

Joel glanced at you again, something softer in his gaze now. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Not even the big memories, just… little things. Like the way my dad used to hum while he cooked. Or how my mom always burned the toast in the morning” You smiled faintly. “Stupid stuff.”

Joel was quiet for a long moment. Then he spoke, voice lower than before. “It isn’t stupid.”

You turned to look at him, and your heart ached a little at what you saw. The man who had spent so long keeping people at arm’s length, guarding himself with gruff words and cold distance, was letting you in—just a little.

Something about it made your chest tighten.

Joel held your gaze for a beat longer than he usually would.

Then, before you could think too much about it, before either of you could break whatever this was, he reached up, his rough, calloused fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. The touch was so gentle, so unlike the hardened man you had come to know.

Your breath hitched.

“Joel—”

And then he kissed you.

Slowly, he hesitated at first, like he wasn’t sure he had the right. But when you didn’t pull away—when you melted into him, letting your hand rest against his chest—he deepened it. His lips were warm, slightly chapped, but they fit against yours like they had always been meant to.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. His eyes were still closed, his breath warm against your lips.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” you murmured, even though you didn’t mean it.

Joel exhaled a quiet laugh. “Yeah. But I wanted to. For a while, really.”

You swallowed. “Me too.”

Neither of you said anything else after that.

You just sat there, the fire crackling between you, while the weight of the world felt just a little lighter for once.

You had become each other everything ever since.

Back then, you hadn’t known what the world had in store for you both. You hadn’t known that the man who had kissed you under the flickering light of a campfire would become your home, your heart, the one thing you couldn’t live without.

And now, five years later, that same man had kissed you goodbye in the early morning light, promised to be back before sundown, and left you with a weight in your chest that refused to go away.

You stood, wrapping your arms around yourself, as if that would shake the feeling, but it stayed.

Something wasn’t right.

You went through the motions of the day—feeding the animals, checking in at the dining hall, helping with repairs on the greenhouse—but it all felt distant, like you were moving through water. People spoke to you, and you answered, but your mind was somewhere else.

With him. With Joel.

By the time the sun started sinking below the horizon, a cold knot of dread had settled in your stomach.

Joel wasn’t back.

You paced near the gates, arms crossed tightly over your chest. You told yourself he was fine, that patrols ran late all the time, that he would walk through that gate any second, grumbling about how he was too damn old for this shit.

But as the minutes stretched into an hour, and the other men started trickling in—without him—the weight in your chest grew heavier.

Something was wrong.

The moment you saw Tommy and Ellie passing through the gates, you knew.

The weight in your chest turned to ice, spreading through your veins, numbing you before the truth could even reach your ears.

Tommy’s face was grim, his jaw tight, his usual steady presence shaken. His hands were covered in dried blood. Not his.

Ellie looked worse. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her face pale beneath the dirt smudged along her cheek, adorned by purple bruises. She was stiff, walking like each step was too much, like if she let herself stop moving, she might collapse.

They were alone. Joel wasn’t with them.

Your breath hitched. The world around you blurred, the sounds of Jackson—chatter, hooves, the clang of metal—fading into nothing. All you could hear was the pounding of your own heartbeat.

No.

No, no, no.

Tommy stopped a few feet in front of you, and for the first time in all the years you had known him, he couldn’t meet your eyes.

Ellie, though—Ellie did. And in them, you saw the truth before either of them had the chance to say it.

Joel was gone.

Your knees nearly buckled, but you forced yourself to stay standing.

“What—” Your voice cracked. “Where is he?”

Tommy inhaled sharply, ran a bloody hand down his face. He was struggling to find the words.

Ellie’s lips parted, like she wanted to say something, as if she wanted apologize for what she was about to say but nothing came. Her whole body trembled, and her chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven breaths.

She was waiting for you to say it. For you to ask the one question you weren’t sure you were strong enough to hear the answer to.

But you already knew. Still, the words clawed out of your throat, raw and broken.

“Is he—?”

Tommy swallowed thickly and Ellie squeezed her eyes shut.

And your whole world shattered with those actions.

The bed was cold when you woke. For a moment, disoriented and lost in the haze of sleep, you reached out, searching for warmth, for him. Your fingers skimmed over empty sheets, and confusion settled in your chest like a fog.

The house was quiet. Too quiet. Then you turned your head. And you knew.

News coming back like an ice bucket falling over you.

The hours before came crashing back—the blood on Tommy’s hands, the hollow look in Ellie’s eyes, the weight of his absence innating fire on your heart, threatening to crush you.

He was gone. Joel was gone.

The sob tore out of you before you could stop it, raw and broken, shaking through your entire body. You curled in on yourself, pressing your hands to your face as if that could muffle the sound, as if that could stop the pain from swallowing you whole.

But it was too late. Footsteps. A door opening.

Maria's voice, soft but urgent. "Hey, hey—"

Then Ellie.

You felt her before you saw her, hesitating in the doorway, breath uneven. You knew she was hurting, too, but all you could see was the space where he should be. The bed that was too big without him. The emptiness.

Your grief turned sharp, boiling into something else, angry and fury.

Ellie had been with him. Ellie had come back, but he hadn’t.

And suddenly, you were screaming.

"Where is he?!"

Maria tried to reach for you, but you shoved her away.

"Where is he?! I need to see him!"

Ellie flinched. Her silence was an answer in itself.

"No," you choked out, shaking your head, refusing it, rejecting it. "No, he—he's out there, he—he wouldn't just—"

But your voice broke before you could finish.

Ellie's face crumpled. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

Sorry wasn't enough. Sorry wouldn't bring him back.

The room blurred, the walls closing in, your breath coming in gasps, but the one thing you knew, the one thing you couldn't ignore, was this—

“You hurt him” you told Ellie, you knew those words would kill her but you still told them because you wanted to make the pain go away because you didn’t know how to live in a world without him.

Ellie flinched like you’d struck her. Her breath hitched, her already red-rimmed eyes widening, and for a split second, she looked like she might shatter right there in front of you.

But you didn’t care.

You wanted her to feel it. The same gut-wrenching, all-consuming pain that was eating you alive. You wanted to rip it from your chest and shove it into hers, make her carry it, make her understand what it had been taken from you.

Because the truth was, she had hurt him.

You’d seen it in the way he carried himself, in the haunted look in his eyes every time she walked past him like he was nothing. He had given everything for her, died for her in every way but the physical—until now.

And she hadn’t forgiven him. And now, she never would.

Ellie’s mouth opened, then closed. She shook her head, taking an unsteady step back. “I—” She swallowed thickly, voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t—”

But you didn’t let her finish.

“You did,” you seethed, your chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. "He loved you more than anything, Ellie. And you both broke each other’s hearts.”

Ellie sucked in a sharp breath like she’d been stabbed.

Maria reached for you again, her grip firm on your shoulder, trying to ground you. “Enough,” she murmured. “That’s enough.”

But it wasn’t. It would never be enough.

Ellie stood there, her body trembling, her face twisted with sorrow and guilt. She was broken in a way you didn’t know how to fix, but right now, you didn’t care. The anger that had built up inside you seemed to melt into something else—something softer, more fragile. The fury drained away, leaving only a hollow emptiness that ached.

You stepped toward her, your breath ragged, hands shaking as you reached for her.

For a long moment, Ellie didn’t move. She just stared at you, eyes filled with pain, but then, slowly, she let herself collapse into your arms.

The two of you stood there, clinging to each other, silent but for the quiet sobs that wracked your bodies. The pain was raw, unbearable, but somehow, holding Ellie in that moment made the crushing weight of your grief feel a little more bearable.

You kissed her hair, your lips trembling as you whispered, “I need to see him, Ellie. Please… take me to him.”

Ellie’s arms tightened around you, and for a moment, you thought she might pull away, refuse. But she didn’t. She just buried her face in your chest, her breath uneven, the tears soaking through your shirt.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, and you felt the sincerity in her voice, the regret. But it was too late for apologies.

The silence stretched, thick and heavy, and then, with a shaky breath, Ellie finally pulled back, looking up at you. Her face was streaked with tears, her eyes swollen and red, but there was something softer there now, something vulnerable.

“I’ll take you to him,” she said quietly. “But... it won’t bring him back.” Her voice cracked as she spoke the words.

You nodded, wiping your own tears, your heart pounding in your chest. She was right—it wouldn’t bring him back. But you needed to see him. You needed to feel him, even if it was just for one last moment.

Ellie took a deep breath, then nodded, turning toward the door. “Come on,” she said softly, her voice raw but determined.

You followed her out, feeling the weight of every step, each one pulling you further away from the life you had known, but also one step closer to what you had lost.

As you and Ellie made your way toward the small area behind the main house, the world seemed to grow quieter with every step. Your mind was a blur, a chaotic mess of fragmented thoughts, but the one thing that remained clear was the need to get to Joel, to see him. To make sure he was real, that you hadn't imagined all of this—that the man you loved wasn’t really gone.

Ellie stayed by your side, her hand occasionally brushing against yours, but you were too consumed to notice. The air felt thick with tension as you reached the clearing, and there, standing beside Joel's body, was Tommy.

He was kneeling on the ground, his hands trembling as he gently wiped away the dried blood from Joel’s face. The sight of him—Joel, unmoving, cold—tore at something deep inside you. Your chest tightened, your legs almost giving out beneath you as the weight of it settled in.

Tommy's back was to you, but when he heard your footsteps, he froze. His shoulders shook with a quiet sob, and for a moment, you thought he might not turn around at all. But then he did, and the look on his face... It was like a mirror of the agony you felt, raw and unfiltered.

"He's gone," Tommy's voice cracked, but he didn't need to say the words. You already knew. You had known the moment you had seen Ellie’s face, the moment you had heard the silence in the house. It seemed like you both needed to face the truth.

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you forced them back, holding yourself together. "Tommy," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. "Can I… can I do it? Can I... clean him?"

Tommy looked at you, his eyes swollen, bloodshot, and broken. He hesitated for a long moment, as if he couldn’t bear to hand that responsibility over to you. But then he nodded slowly, his gaze falling to the blood-stained cloth in his hands.

"Yeah," he said, his voice hoarse. "He loved you. He’d want you to do it."

With a shaking hand, Tommy placed the rag in your palm. It felt foreign, unnatural—like you didn’t deserve to touch him this way, to be the one cleaning him up when you had never even gotten to say goodbye. But you did. You knelt beside him, the dirt under your knees digging into your skin, but you didn’t care. Not now.

The first stroke of the cloth against his skin felt wrong, felt like a sin. The blood had dried, dark and thick, clinging to his skin like it didn’t want to let him go. You carefully wiped it away, your hands trembling with every movement, each one another painful reminder that this was real. He was gone. The man you had loved, the man who had held you, kissed you, lived with you, was gone.

You couldn’t stop the tears. They fell, hot and fast, mixing with the blood on his face, and all you could do was whisper his name over and over.

"Joel... Joel, please..." But there was no answer.

You cleaned him, as carefully as you could, your fingers gentle against his skin, wishing you could bring him back. Wishing you could do anything—anything at all—to make this all go away.

But nothing worked.

When you were done, your hands were covered in blood. You felt numb, empty. There was no relief, no closure in what you had done. It hadn’t brought him back. He was still gone.

Tommy was still beside you, watching, his face contorted with grief. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. His presence was enough.

You leaned over Joel, pressing your forehead against his, as if by doing so, you could feel the last remnants of him. The weight of your loss felt unbearable, but you couldn’t stop yourself. You had to say something. Anything.

“I want you to know, that it doesn’t matter you broke your promise.” You paused, taking a shaky breath, your chest tight with the weight of the truth, with the weight of saying goodbye. “I... I’m angry, Joel. I’m angry because we didn’t get enough time.” Your hand shook as it rested on his chest, your fingers brushing over the faint rise and fall of his breathless body. “You gave me the best five years of my life with you”

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to steady your breath, trying to find the strength to say the words that had been haunting you ever since you found out he was gone. Every part of you screamed to turn back, to beg for him to wake up, but you knew. Deep down, you knew this was the final goodbye.

You placed your hand gently over his heart, as though you could still feel him there, still feel the rhythm of the man you loved.

“Have a good journey, my love,” you whispered, voice barely audible, but filled with every ounce of love, sorrow, and regret you could muster.

You kissed him once more, softly, as if the kiss could carry the words, you couldn’t speak aloud, the message that even in death, he had a piece of you, just as you had a piece of him.

"Thank you... for everything," you added, your voice trembling. "I’ll never forget you. I will never stop loving you, even if you're not here."

Your tears fell freely now, streaming down your face as you slowly pulled back. It felt like a physical ache, this separation, but you knew it was something you had to do, for both of you.

Tommy was still there, his face an unreadable mask of grief, but his eyes held something else—something softer. He nodded at you, a silent acknowledgment of what you had said, of the love you had for Joel. Without a word, he stepped forward, putting a hand on your shoulder as you looked down at the man you had loved so deeply.

“Have a good rest, my beautiful old man.”

[yujisdreamgirl]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ pairing: megumi fushiguro x reader

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ cw: fem reader, use of y/n, non-sorcerer au, toji & mamaguro are alive and well living with megumi🥲

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ a/n: watched wifty again :3 ♡

pt 2

all his life, megumi only ever knew how to study.

his father, toji, always pressured him to try his best. to get the top grades in the whole year group, to be the smartest of the smartest.

megumi never really allowed himself to become distracted with things that could hinder his studies. he keeps to himself, and has only two friends, itadori yuji and kugisaki nobara.

how different could you be?

you came into his life like a breath of fresh air, as if detangling him from his suffocating jail cell of a room. you were so bubbly and positive all the time, a total contradiction to his aloof and nonchalant personality.

you always take the bus ride home with him, even if you live in different estates. however, one day you fell asleep on his shoulder and he put everything in his willpower to not move. not a single inch.

nobara and yuji had never seen him like this before. being so warm and welcoming to someone outside the friend group, agreeing to hang out on weekends when he would usually spend those days studying.

it was definitely a foreign feeling. megumi had never met anyone like you. you complete each other—you were good at english, he sucked at it; he was good at math, and you’re.. well, it’s complicated!

he pretends to hate it, but in reality he absolutely loves your presence. his eyes search for yours in the crowd, he hopes you’re beside him on the bus when you’re on a school trip, and he always looks forward to your texts.

so, how do his parents react when they notice the changes in their son’s mood, you ask?

mamaguro was cooking dinner, asking megumi questions on how his day was. “good” he replied monotonously, but she could see the smile that was peeking out as he was pouring himself a glass of water. she decides not to comment on it, thinking he’ll tell me when he’s ready.

toji, on the other hand, was not having it. he was bombarding megumi with questions completely unrelated to school.

“it’s a girl isn’t it?”

“you need to focus on your schoolwork more.”

“how are your grades?”

“girls are a waste of time! all they’ll do is hold you back”. mamaguro smacked his head for that.

͙͘͡★ divider by @/enchantings 🦁

[hisfavegirl]

Three Suns in Orbit - Poly!Marauders x Reader.

Summary : You hadn’t meant to become theirs. It wasn’t something you planned, or even dreamed about. You were just another student at Hogwarts—clever, calm, composed, a bit mysterious in your own right. You had always kept to the corners of rooms, the quiet spaces of libraries, the in-between places where you didn’t have to be seen unless you wanted to be. Looks across the Great Hall that lingered too long. Brushes of fingertips as they passed by in corridors. Casual conversations that seemed to echo in your mind long after they ended. They drew you in like gravity—pulling you closer, threading themselves into the rhythm of your days, until their presence was something you ached for. It wasn’t just one of them. It was all three. They didn’t fight over you. They didn’t make you choose. They just waited. Until you leaned in too.

Warning : All The Characters is Age up, Smut +18, Dom!Sirius, Dom!James, Dom!Remus, Tits Playing, Oral (F receiving), Fingering, Rough Sexs, Creampie, Overstimulation, Little Bit Fluff, Size Kink(?), Praising Kink, Bulge Kink(?).

The Marauders Masterlist.

Wizarding World Masterlist.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The heavy wooden door creaked as you pushed it open, your body practically aching with exhaustion. The air was thick with the scent of parchment, something floral from Remus’s enchanted soap, and the faint musk of boys who’d spent the last hour goofing off between duels and laughter. You exhaled deeply—a soft, frustrated sigh—and let the door fall shut behind you with a dull click.

Sirius and James were on the floor, their wands pointed toward an apple that was now levitating mid-air and spinning lazily. Their shirts were unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, hair disheveled from a mix of playful hexes and too much confidence. Remus was on James’s bed, legs stretched out, a thick book resting open in his lap, his finger idly stroking the edge of the page as his eyes flicked up to you.

You felt heavy. Like even the air pressing against your skin was too much. Ancient Runes had drained every last drop of your energy—hours spent deciphering archaic symbols, double-checking translations, with Professor Babbling breathing down your neck. Your back ached from leaning over your notes, and your brain felt like melted wax.

The moment James saw you, his boyish grin softened into something warmer. Sweeter. He set his wand aside, nudged Sirius without a word, and stood. His arms opened without hesitation, his chest welcoming. No teasing, no smirking—just him, waiting for you.

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t.

You crossed the room with slow, dragging steps, your heart pounding not from desire, but from relief—because this, right here, was home.

James’s body was solid as you fell into him. Your face pressed into the curve of his neck, right where his pulse thudded strong and steady, and you just breathed. Your fingers gripped the back of his shirt, knuckles white, and you sank deeper into his warmth, like slipping beneath the surface of a still, sunlit lake.

He exhaled shakily into your hair, one hand cupping the back of your head, the other circling your waist, holding you like you might dissolve if he let go. His voice was low, roughened by something more than concern. “You’re tense, baby… what happened?”

You didn’t answer right away. You just let yourself be held.

After a long moment, you whispered against his neck, lips brushing the skin there, “Everything. Ancient Runes. My brain is… fried. My body’s sore. I hate it. I just needed… this.”

James’s grip tightened a fraction. “You’ve got this, sweetheart. You’re brilliant—even when you’re exhausted.”

You shivered. Maybe it was his breath against your skin, or the way Sirius and Remus watched in silence now, the room holding its breath as if they could feel how close you were to breaking.

Sirius stood, stretching with a lazy grace, and crossed to the bed where you and James stood tangled in one another. “C’mon, dove. Let’s get you out of that uniform and into something soft,” he murmured, fingers already brushing your sleeve. His voice was velvet and storm clouds, and something in his touch made you ache differently.

You felt the bed dip behind you. Remus. You didn’t need to look to know. His presence always calmed you. Always grounded you.

“You push too hard,” he murmured, his hand stroking down your arm now. “You carry more than you let on. Let us take care of you tonight.”

You felt like you were unraveling in their hands. The stress, the tiredness, the frustration—it all melted with every soft word, every warm touch. There was nothing rushed, nothing frantic. Just soft intimacy. Devotion in the way James kissed the top of your head. Worship in the way Sirius tucked your hair behind your ear. Steadiness in the way Remus touched you like he was reading your soul, not your body.

“You don’t have to be strong right now,” James whispered. “Just let go.”

You stood in the quiet center of their world, the boys moving around you with the kind of gentleness reserved for glass or sacred things. Your limbs felt heavy, your head cloudy from exhaustion, but being here—wrapped in their presence—slowed the spinning in your chest. It was a safe unraveling.

James’s hands slid to your back, warm and sure as he unclasped your bra with practiced ease. His fingertips brushed along your spine in the softest, most reverent trail, as though he were memorizing you all over again. You let out a long sigh, your shoulders sinking, tension bleeding from your bones.

“You’ve been carrying too much,” he said quietly, his lips brushing your shoulder as he slipped the straps down your arms, letting the lace fall away. “Let us hold some of it.”

Before the chill could touch your skin, Sirius was in front of you, his smirk laced with affection. He held out one of his oversized shirts, the fabric soft and worn and smelling like him—like leather, clove, and something unnameably wild.

“Here, sweetheart,” he murmured, helping guide your arms through the sleeves. “Didn’t want you catching cold. You know, unless you wanted a reason to crawl into my bed.”

You laughed, soft and breathy, tilting your head back as he pulled it gently over your head. The hem brushed mid-thigh, just enough to tease, and Sirius’s eyes followed the line of your bare legs with open hunger—but not the kind that devours. The kind that worships.

Remus was already seated behind you on the bed, arms outstretched, and you melted into him like it was instinct. His chest was warm against your back, his hand finding your thigh as the others knelt before you, unfastening the clasp of your skirt with slow, unhurried fingers. The fabric pooled to the floor, leaving you in nothing but Sirius’s shirt and soft black panties.

James inhaled slowly through his nose, dragging his gaze up your thighs like a man studying art. Sirius’s tongue slid across his bottom lip before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss just above your knee. “Look at you,” he whispered, “like a little painting come to life.”

Remus bent his head, his breath hot as it met the curve of your neck. You felt his lips first—featherlight, reverent. Then the slow, warm drag of his mouth against your skin, like he wanted to leave poems behind in kisses only you could read.

“You’re…” he murmured between kisses, his voice raw and thick with emotion. “You’re incredible. Do you know that?”

You chuckled softly, your hand curling around his forearm as your head tilted, exposing more of your neck to him. “I try to be.”

“No,” he said, pressing another kiss just below your ear. “You just are. Even when you’re too tired to hold yourself up, you still shine.”

James sat back on his heels in front of you, his hand resting on your knee, thumb stroking slow circles. His eyes locked on yours—no teasing, no mischief, just adoration. “Let us take it from here, baby.”

You nodded, your heart drumming a slow, content rhythm. You felt like a flame cradled in palms that would never let you burn out.

They didn’t rush. They didn’t strip you bare in hunger—they peeled away the day with every word, every touch. Sirius lay beside you now, his fingers tracing slow lines across your thigh under the hem of his shirt, while Remus’s arms wrapped around you tighter, anchoring you, grounding you. James sat at the foot of the bed, one hand still wrapped around your ankle, as though keeping you tethered.

“You don’t have to do anything,” Remus whispered into your skin.

“Not tonight,” James said, kissing your shin.

“Just be ours,” Sirius added, voice low, threading his fingers through yours. “Just for a little while.”

The dorm was quiet now—quiet in that intimate, breathless way. Moonlight slanted through the tall windows in long silver ribbons, catching the edge of James’s bed where you lay, wrapped in Sirius’s oversized shirt and the arms of three boys who knew you deeper than anyone else ever had.

You’d just shifted to cuddle closer to Remus, your head tucked under his jaw, when Sirius made a low, amused sound. You felt it before you saw it—the slight change in the air, the heat behind you intensifying.

Then his mouth was on your neck.

It started with a single, teasing kiss. Right below your ear, where your skin was warm and sensitive. You giggled, instinctively squirming in Remus’s lap, but Sirius only chuckled into your skin, the sound rich and sinful.

“Hold still, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low and thick. “You know I hate being interrupted.”

“She’s mine right now,” Remus teased, tightening his arms around your waist.

Sirius tsked. “Not anymore.”

With a possessive tug, Sirius gripped your hips and gently shifted you, guiding you out of Remus’s arms and into his lap with a confidence that made your pulse skip. You didn’t protest. You couldn’t. Not when he was looking at you like that—like you were starlight and sin wrapped into one.

“Let me have her for a bit,” he said over your shoulder to Remus. “You can read your book or something.”

Remus smirked, lounging back against the pillows, his fingers still brushing your thigh. “Only if she wants you to.”

You turned your head just enough to meet Sirius’s gaze, your green eyes playful but soft. “I want to.”

Sirius groaned softly, as if those words flipped something inside him.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

And then he was kissing your neck again—more insistent this time, his mouth dragging over your skin like he was starved for the taste of you. You tilted your head back, giving him space, letting him claim you in the only way he knew how—bold, unfiltered, hungry.

One of his hands cradled your waist, anchoring you in place while the other slowly slid beneath the hem of the shirt you wore—his shirt. His fingers brushed your stomach first, the pad of his thumb circling lazily before drifting higher, higher, until—

You gasped, sharp and soft all at once, when his hand cupped your breast. The sensation was warm, grounding, and intimate—like a secret passed in the dark. His thumb brushed across your nipple and a small moan escaped your lips before you could stop it.

He growled against your neck, the vibration of it lighting fire across your collarbone. “Fuck, baby… the sounds you make.”

Your breath hitched, the moment suddenly heavy with something deeper than arousal—something raw. You felt every part of him: his hand, his breath, the tension in his muscles as if he were holding back for you.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he whispered, voice ragged, his lips ghosting along your jaw. “You walk into the room and it’s like—like nothing else exists. Just you.”

You turned slightly, catching the edge of his mouth with yours, a soft kiss that lingered longer than expected. He groaned again, squeezing gently, drawing another moan from your lips that echoed into his mouth.

“Careful,” you whispered, breathless, playful but trembling beneath the surface. “You’ll ruin me for anyone else.”

“You already ruined me,” he replied, his voice husky, reverent. “Every part of you.”

Behind you, Remus’s fingers traced slow circles into your thigh, his presence quiet but grounding.

James, from across the room, called softly, “Don’t tire her out. I want my turn.”

Sirius smirked against your skin, kissing your collarbone, his hand still beneath your shirt. “Not ruining her. Just reminding her she’s ours.”

You sighed, melting further into him, body humming with sensation and safety all at once.

And for a long, suspended moment, all there was—was the warmth of skin, the softness of breath, and the quiet between heartbeats.

The moon hung high outside the tall windows, silver light catching the lines of Sirius’s face as he stared up at you, pupils wide, his lips swollen from the kisses he’d trailed across your throat. His breath was hot against your skin, his fingers trembling slightly against your waist—not from nerves, but restraint.

“Merlin, you’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp, like gravel wrapped in silk.

He slid his hands up beneath his shirt—your shirt for the night—his fingers slow, almost reverent. Then, with a soft tug at the hem, he opened it, spreading the fabric wide. Cool air kissed your bare skin and you gasped lightly, your chest rising and falling in anticipation.

You giggled breathlessly, the tension melting into warmth, as Sirius gave you that familiar grin—cocky and utterly enamored.

“I should frame this view,” he muttered, eyes locked on you like you were art and ruin and salvation all in one.

Then his mouth was on you.

A sudden, searing heat as his lips wrapped around your nipple, his tongue flicking with agonizing slowness. Your moan was immediate, soft and helpless, echoing in the silence of the dorm. His hand found your other breast, fingers squeezing gently, his palm warm against your flushed skin.

“Sirius…” you breathed, threading your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. The movement made him groan deep in his throat, the vibration rumbling through you like a distant storm.

You weren’t prepared for what happened next.

Behind you, you heard it—two soft, guttural sounds, almost in unison.

Remus.

James.

They were watching. And they weren’t being subtle about it.

The air thickened, charged with something electric, something shared.

Sirius growled into your skin, his grip on your waist tightening. Without lifting his mouth, he pulled you closer onto his lap, the edge of his teeth grazing you just enough to make your head fall back. Then he sucked harder, possessive, desperate—not in hunger, but in need. His hand squeezed firmer, like he had to ground himself in your body or risk unraveling entirely.

“Eyes on me, baby,” he murmured between kisses, nipping softly, “Don’t forget who got you like this first.”

His voice was rough, proud, but full of something deeper—vulnerability barely masked beneath the heat. As if the idea of your attention drifting to the others made something primal claw its way up from inside him.

You looked down at him, your fingers still tangled in his dark hair, his mouth still moving over your skin. His eyes were molten, searching, wanting.

“Still yours,” you whispered, letting your hips rock subtly in his lap, barely a motion but enough to drive him mad.

“Damn right,” he muttered, sealing your words with another deep kiss over your breast, his teeth lightly grazing before he softened, pressing a trail of open-mouthed kisses across your chest. “But they’ll want their turn too…”

Your breath caught at the promise in his tone—this unspoken understanding between the four of you. It wasn’t just lust. It was something more. Something sacred.

Remus moved behind you again, his hands brushing your back, steady and warm. James’s voice followed, quiet and low, thick with desire. “You’re the only thing that shuts us all up.”

Sirius gave a breathless laugh against your skin. “Not for long.”

The world narrowed to Sirius’s mouth on your chest—the way his tongue moved slow and deliberate, the way his lips latched to you like he was drinking in something vital. His hand cradled the weight of your breast as if it belonged to him, fingers pressing gently, possessively.

Your breath came shallow, warm, caught somewhere between a moan and a whimper as he suckled deeper, pulling soft, aching sounds from you with every drag of his lips. Every now and then, he’d groan softly against you, like he couldn’t believe you were real.

But then James moved.

He had been watching you the whole time, eyes dark, jaw tense with restraint. Now, he crossed the small space between you, one knee sliding onto the bed beside you, his hand curling around your jaw with a quiet sort of desperation.

You barely had time to react before he tilted your face to his and kissed you.

It wasn’t slow or soft—it was hungry. The moment your mouths met, he groaned into you like he’d been waiting hours, days, lifetimes. His lips crushed yours, his tongue parting your mouth in a hot, possessive sweep. You moaned, the sound muffled by him, and shifted instinctively on Sirius’s lap, overwhelmed by the sensation of being surrounded.

The reaction was instant.

Sirius growled deep in his throat, his grip on your waist tightening like a vice. His mouth pulled away from your nipple with a wet pop, breath hot against your skin. “Careful,” he warned, voice low and sharp against your ribs. “You know what that does to me.”

But your body was already moving on its own, hips grinding faintly in his lap just from the pressure, from the kiss, from the heat of all three of them circling you like wolves who had finally cornered their moon.

James pulled away from your lips, just enough to speak, his breath ragged. “She can’t help it,” he said, eyes flickering down your body. “You make her feel too good.”

You whimpered at the truth of it, your thighs trembling slightly, your fingers still twisted in Sirius’s hair.

“Still,” Sirius growled, his hand slipping around to your lower back, palm firm. “She needs to learn how to behave when she’s in my lap.”

There was something thrilling in the way he said it—dominant, but not cruel. Like he liked pushing you, testing your limits, watching you bend beneath his touch. His hand on your hip gave a firm squeeze, grounding you.

“I’m trying,” you whispered, voice breathless, eyes flicking between them. “I just…”

James brushed his thumb across your cheek. “You don’t have to try so hard, love. Just feel it. We’ve got you.”

Remus, now behind you, leaned in then, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You don’t have to think at all,” he murmured, his voice like warm honey. “We’ll do that for you tonight.”

And that was the moment it shifted—when you let go. When your body stopped resisting the pull of their gravity. You were in orbit now—around them.

James kissed you again, slower this time but no less intense, his fingers curling beneath your jaw like you might disappear. Sirius resumed kissing down your chest, lower now, lips trailing fire across your skin. And Remus—he was still behind you, his arms winding around your waist, holding you steady, anchoring you in the storm.

“You’re ours,” Sirius murmured against your ribs. “And we’re going to take care of you.”

“You just have to stay still,” James added, smiling against your mouth. “Or try to.”

“Though we won’t punish you if you don’t,” Remus chuckled. “We quite like it when you squirm.”

You shivered in their arms, feeling adored, worshipped, owned—but in the gentlest, most reverent way. Every hand on your body was familiar, every kiss knew you better than your reflection, and every word spoken into your skin made you feel like you were something sacred.

And in that moon-drenched dormitory, with your heart in their hands and their hearts wrapped around your body, you realized: love could be rough and raw and unrelenting—and still be the softest place you’d ever land.

Sirius’s arms were strong around you, and the moment he shifted, your body moved like it belonged to him. He laid you down gently onto the soft, rumpled bedding, your back sinking into warmth and familiar scent—of firewood, of parchment, and the distinct scent that clung to all three of them like something you’d wear on your skin forever.

Your breath hitched.

Sirius followed you down, but not fully. His hands dragged slowly down your sides, savoring every inch, every curve, before his lips pressed a kiss just below your navel. The way he looked at you—like a man who was both reverent and insatiable—set something wild loose in your chest.

“Don’t move,” he murmured, voice ragged, “I’ve been dreaming of this all day.”

You barely had time to respond before James leaned in again, his hand cradling your jaw, mouth claiming yours. His kiss was softer now, more lingering. Still deep. Still possessive. But laced with something gentler, like he needed you to feel cherished even as he lost himself in you.

Then you felt Remus.

His hands ghosted up your body, palms warm and rough with callouses earned from nights gripping wands too tightly, and books too long into the dark. They found your breasts, his fingers curving around them with practiced care—like he’d memorized how you liked to be touched and etched it into muscle memory.

He squeezed gently at first. Then firmer.

Your back arched, hips rolling slightly, the moan trapped in your throat swallowed by James’s kiss.

Remus’s mouth brushed the curve of your shoulder. “You sound like music,” he whispered, voice reverent. “I could live in that sound.”

And then Sirius reached your hips.

He looked up from between your legs with that slow, sinful smile—the one that always meant trouble and devotion in equal measure. His fingers looped around the waistband of your panties and, slowly—agonizingly—he tugged them down your thighs, kissing each inch of skin as he exposed it.

“You’re shaking,” he said softly, dark eyes flicking up to yours. “Is that for me, sweetheart?”

You nodded, barely able to breathe.

“Good,” he growled, before lowering his head.

The first stroke of his tongue was slow—like a tease, like a promise. He moved gently, exploring, savoring. Your hips twitched instinctively, and Sirius gripped them hard to still you.

“Stay still,” he warned, voice muffled against your skin. “Let me taste every bit of what’s mine.”

Your body arched, back lifting from the bed involuntarily as his tongue dragged through your folds again—more firmly this time, and then again, and again. Pressure building, tension twisting. You whimpered, head falling back into the pillows.

James kissed you deeper, trying to hold you grounded. His free hand found your cheek, thumb stroking just beneath your eye. “Breathe,” he whispered, breaking the kiss for only a second. “We’ve got you.”

But you couldn’t focus—not with Remus’s fingers gently rolling your nipple, not with James’s lips brushing against yours, and certainly not with Sirius’s mouth working you open like he was trying to undo you.

Your thighs trembled, one of them lifted instinctively over Sirius’s shoulder, and he groaned at the motion—low, needy.

“Merlin,” he rasped, pulling away just for breath. “You taste like heaven.”

Your moan turned into a cry, your hand reaching down to tangle in his dark hair, and the moment you tugged, Sirius groaned louder, tongue pressing deeper, firmer, faster.

Remus whispered against your throat, kisses soft between words. “They love doing this to you… don’t they?”

You could only nod, lost in the overwhelming tide of sensation.

Sirius’s hands tightened on your hips as he brought you closer to the edge, his tongue moving in a rhythm you felt all the way down to your toes. James kissed the moans off your lips. Remus kissed away your shivers.

And in that moment—laid bare beneath their hands, their mouths, their love—you weren’t just theirs.

You were everything.

The room spun in rhythm with your breath—each exhale trembling, each inhale caught on the edge of a moan. You were pinned by their devotion, wrapped in the heat of three hearts beating only for you.

Sirius’s mouth had left your thighs kissed raw and trembling, his lips wet with your arousal. But his fingers… his fingers replaced where his tongue had been—two of them, long and rough, sliding deep into you without warning.

You gasped. No—moaned. Loudly. The kind of sound that made Sirius growl, the kind of sound that had James’s lips crashing down against yours again in a bruising, open-mouthed kiss, like he needed to swallow the noise to keep himself grounded.

“Bloody hell,” Sirius hissed, eyes locked on where his fingers disappeared into you. He curled them just right—just enough to drag a shiver from the very core of you, hitting a place inside that made your hips jerk. “Look at you…”

His voice was gravel and heat. “So wet for us. So tight around my fingers. You like this, don’t you? Being touched everywhere at once?”

You could barely nod.

Remus had you too—his lips closed around your breast, warm and commanding. His tongue flicked against your nipple while one hand gently kneaded the other, the touch reverent yet firm. His other hand was on your waist, keeping you still as Sirius set a merciless rhythm.

You whimpered into James’s kiss, hands flying up to clutch at his hair, trying to hold on to something as your body began to unravel. But it was too much. James’s kiss—possessive and dizzying. Remus’s mouth—sensitive and grounding. And Sirius—his fingers inside you, curling again, again, again…

“You’re squeezing me so tight,” Sirius groaned, voice thick with hunger. “She’s so close, I can feel it.”

“She should be,” Remus murmured against your breast, the vibration of his voice sinking into your skin. “She’s being worshipped.”

You felt the pressure build, a burning knot of sensation between your hips, tightening with every thrust of Sirius’s fingers. Every curl of them sent you higher. And the sight—Sirius, panting between your legs, his fingers working you apart; Remus at your chest, his lips and teeth sending sparks through your nerves; and James—kissing you like he’d die if he stopped—was too much.

You cried out, the sound raw, beautiful, helpless.

“Good girl,” James murmured against your lips, pride dripping from every syllable.

Sirius didn’t stop. He kept moving, kept thrusting those fingers in and out of you, slick and fast, his eyes never leaving your face. “You feel that?” he growled. “That’s what happens when all of us have our hands on you at once.”

Remus lifted his head just slightly, gaze dark and molten as he looked down at you. “You’re perfect like this,” he said, brushing his lips against your cheek. “Completely undone… completely ours.”

And you were.

You were trembling, clutching James like a lifeline, pressing into Remus for warmth, arching into Sirius’s rhythm like you belonged to him—because you did. To all of them.

Every gasp. Every sigh. Every shiver. You were theirs. And they were yours. All of them. And gods, they made you feel like everything.

Your body trembled with the anticipation left in the space Sirius created when he pulled his fingers out—wet, slick, and glistening from your arousal. You whimpered, hips arching instinctively, searching for more, chasing the edge he’d so mercilessly stolen.

He only smirked.

The kind of smirk that held danger and promise all at once.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low and rough, threaded with control. “You’re not going to fall apart just yet.”

You whimpered again, this time from the ache—the emptiness. Your body was burning. Desperate. Sirius leaned over you, his breath brushing your cheek, and pressed a slow kiss to the corner of your mouth. It was softer than you expected, filled with something deeper—something that lingered just beneath his usual bravado.

Then his hand moved.

He undid the buttons of his trousers with ease, never breaking eye contact. His cock sprung free, thick and aching, and your breath caught at the sight of him. You bit your lip, thighs twitching, your hips subtly shifting toward him—inviting.

Sirius’s smirk deepened.

“Look at you,” he said, gaze flicking down your body. “So desperate for it. You want me to fill you up, yeah? Been so sweet, letting us touch you… kiss you…” He leaned in, brushing the head of his cock against your wetness, dragging a groan from both of you. “But now it’s my turn.”

Your breath hitched at the contact—just a brush, but enough to send a ripple of heat straight through you.

He gripped your hips, grounding you beneath him, and continued teasing, rubbing himself against your folds. Slow. Controlled. Like he wanted to memorize the feeling. You moaned, head falling back into the pillow, fingers digging into the sheets.

“Sirius,” you breathed, voice shaky, desperate.

He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours. “Say it again,” he murmured, rubbing himself against you once more. “Say my name when you’re like this.”

“Sirius…”

It broke from you like a prayer, and that was all it took. With a guttural groan, he rolled his hips forward—slow, deep, claiming.

Your back arched as he filled you, inch by inch, the stretch intense, delicious, and exactly what you’d been craving. He didn’t rush. He moved with purpose—watching your every reaction, feeding on every whimper and shiver.

When he was fully inside you, he stilled—his breath heavy against your ear.

“Bloody hell,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “You feel… you always feel like home.”

You couldn’t speak. Your body was trying to adjust to the sheer presence of him, your heart thundering in your chest.

His pace was slow at first—deliberate. Each thrust a statement. His dominance wasn’t rushed—it was precise, and he made sure you felt every second of it. The slide of his hips. The warmth of his body pressing into yours. The grounding weight of his hands on your skin.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “Right now… every inch of you. Mine.”

You moaned, high and sweet, and wrapped your arms around him, needing to feel him even closer.

James and Remus watched silently, reverently. James was still close, brushing kisses against your temple, whispering how beautiful you looked. Remus had your hand in his, his thumb stroking your knuckles gently.

But right now—Sirius owned the moment.

His pace deepened, more powerful now, driving into you with rhythm and purpose. Your fingers tangled in his hair, nails dragging lightly against his scalp. He groaned into your neck, kissed the soft skin there before biting gently, claiming more than just your body.

He needed you to know it.

“I’ll never get enough of this,” he breathed. “Of you.”

And as your moans filled the room and your body writhed beneath his, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind— You were his.

The shift in Sirius was sudden.

No warning—just a flash in his eyes and a tightening of his grip on your hips before he snapped his body forward with a brutal, devastating thrust. Your gasp echoed through the dormitory, your back arching like a bow beneath him as the air was stolen from your lungs.

The sweet, teasing rhythm from before was gone. In its place was something raw, something unrestrained—his hips slamming against yours in a brutal cadence, each thrust punching a breathy moan from your lips.

“Oh—Sirius—” you choked, fingers clutching the bedspread in white-knuckled desperation.

He growled low in his throat at the sound of your voice breaking like that, his eyes dark and wild as he looked down at you. He was utterly taken—by your moans, by the heat of your body wrapped around him, by the way your breasts bounced with every hard, merciless movement.

“Fuck,” he muttered, jaw clenched as he thrust even harder, deeper. “Look at you—completely undone for me. You feel this, yeah?” he grunted, his thumb dragging along the slick between your hips. “You were made for this. For me.”

You cried out when he adjusted his angle—just enough to hit that devastating spot inside you again and again with surgical precision. Your eyes fluttered, rolled back, your legs trembling on either side of him as he drove into you relentlessly.

He didn’t stop to give you time to recover.

And you didn’t want him to.

His dominance wasn’t cruel—it was devouring. And you craved every second of it.

You felt the heat building quickly, boiling in your stomach, spiraling with every deep stroke. Your lips parted, breathless whimpers tumbling from you as he pushed you higher, harder, until the world outside your body ceased to exist.

Sirius leaned in closer, his chest brushing against yours, his breath hot and ragged against your lips.

“You feel how deep I am?” he whispered, his voice rough with strain and possessiveness. “No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to touch you like this. You’re mine, sweetheart.”

You nodded—needed to nod—because words were lost to the overwhelming pressure building inside you.

“Say it,” he demanded, his thrusts somehow even rougher now. “Say you’re mine.”

“I—I’m yours,” you sobbed, your voice high and wrecked. “Sirius, I’m yours, I’m—oh god—”

His hand wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling your mouth to his in a desperate, consuming kiss, stealing your cry as he continued to drive into you.

Every movement—every sound—every groan that tore from his throat carved your name into his soul. His dominance wasn’t about control. It was about connection.

He needed you to feel it.

The slick sound of his body against yours filled the room, blending with your moans and the creak of the old bed beneath you. James and Remus sat nearby, still, silent, reverent—watching you with dark, heated gazes. But they didn’t interrupt.

This was Sirius’s moment.

And yours.

Your release should’ve been the end.

Your body trembled beneath him, your voice had shattered into broken moans and helpless whimpers. You were sure he’d slow down, let you breathe—maybe even pull you close and cradle you while your mind floated gently back down from the stars.

But Sirius Black had never been gentle when it came to needing you.

His grip tightened on your hips like a man starved, his pace unrelenting. He didn’t ease. He didn’t falter. He just kept going—rough, brutal, with a singular, feral focus.

You cried out, your body still too raw and sensitive, but you didn’t tell him to stop.

You didn’t want him to stop.

“Sirius—” you gasped, your voice cracking as your fingers tangled in the sheets. “It’s too—too much—”

He snarled softly above you, sweat dripping from his temple, strands of his dark hair clinging to his cheek. His eyes were locked on your face, dark and wild with hunger and something deeper—something close to obsession.

“Look at you,” he growled, his voice thick with need. “That sweet little face… ruined for me. Just like I wanted.”

Your thighs trembled again when he shifted your hips, driving deeper, rougher, making your spine arch and your breath leave in a broken gasp. You felt every inch of him—thick, hot, pulsing—dragging against places so deep inside you it made your eyes roll.

And still, he didn’t slow.

You barely recognized the sounds falling from your mouth anymore—soft whimpers, his name over and over again, high and sweet and wrecked. He groaned deep in his chest at the sound of it, jaw clenched as his pace faltered for only a second—just long enough for you to catch your breath before he slammed into you again, dragging a sharp cry from your throat.

“Say it,” he panted, his voice rough and strained. “Say my name like that again—let them hear who’s inside you.”

“Sirius—fuck—Sirius—” you moaned, your fingers clawing at his shoulders now, your body trembling beneath him as he drove into you like a man possessed.

He leaned down, lips brushing against your cheek, your jaw, your ear.

“You feel me twitching?” he whispered roughly. “I’m right there, love. So fucking close—and you’re gonna take it. All of it.”

You whimpered his name again, and his hips stuttered—his control cracking at the sound of you so completely gone beneath him.

“Just like that—fuck, yes, just like that.” His thrusts grew erratic, deeper, harder.

You could feel it—his cock thickening, twitching inside you—and your walls clenched around him without mercy. He groaned, low and guttural, his hand sliding from your hip to the back of your neck, grounding you, holding you in place.

Then, with a broken, breathless growl, he drove himself all the way in—deep, to the hilt—his body shuddering violently above yours as he came.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, panting harshly against your skin as you felt the warmth of him pulse deep inside you, over and over again.

Neither of you moved for a long moment. Just the sound of ragged breathing, your heart racing, the soft creak of the bed under both your trembling bodies.

Then finally, Sirius exhaled—a deep, shuddering breath, almost like a sob—and pressed a tender kiss to your neck.

“You drive me fucking mad,” he whispered against your skin. And still, despite the ache, despite how your limbs refused to move—you smiled.

Because this wasn’t just about dominance. This wasn’t just about lust. This was Sirius—desperate, wild, and completely in love with the way you came undone for him.

You barely had time to catch your breath.

Sirius pulled out with a low groan, and your body instinctively clenched at the sudden emptiness, a soft, desperate whine slipping from your lips before you could stop it. Your thighs trembled, overstimulated, aching—and yet the moment James moved, something in you stirred again.

He chuckled low, a sound thick with affection and hunger.

“Still needy, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice brushing against your ear like silk, his hand sliding slowly along the back of your thigh to part your legs wider. “You’re incredible, darling… absolutely wrecked, and still you want more.”

Your heart thudded against your ribs. His praise made something flutter in your chest—and lower, where your body already ached for him again.

Then you felt it—his cock tapping gently against your slick folds.

You gasped, your hips twitching at the contact. He was slower than Sirius, less reckless… but the heat in his eyes? That fire? It burned just as fiercely. If Sirius was wild and consuming, James was the slow fire that smoldered from the inside out.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered, almost in awe, dragging the thick head of his cock through your folds again, teasing your sensitive skin. “Can’t tell if it’s you or Sirius dripping out of you. Maybe both.”

You whimpered, arching slightly into him.

“Please, James…”

That was all he needed.

With a slow, deliberate push of his hips, he sank into you—stretching you wide with that thick, perfect cock. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry, hands flying to his arms, nails digging into his skin. It wasn’t just the size—it was the way he moved, the way he took his time claiming every inch inside you.

He groaned above you, head falling forward as he buried himself completely.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice strained. “So damn tight—so perfect.”

Your body shivered beneath him, the feeling of fullness almost too much—but somehow just right. He didn’t move, not yet—he just held himself there, letting you adjust, feeling the way you fluttered around him.

James cupped your cheek with one hand, brushing his thumb gently across your flushed skin, his other hand grounding itself beside your head as he slowly began to move.

Not rough. Not fast. Deep. Measured.

He watched every expression flicker across your face—the little gasps, the way your brows furrowed, the way your lips parted with every quiet moan. His eyes stayed locked on yours, dark and soft and possessive.

“You feel that?” he whispered. “Feel how full you are, sweetheart? That’s me. All of me.”

You nodded helplessly, hands clinging to his back as he began to pick up a gentle rhythm—each thrust purposeful, dragging friction that made you moan louder with every roll of his hips.

“I love watching you like this,” he confessed, his voice low and raw. “So beautiful when you fall apart. So good for us. You take everything we give, and still you want more.”

Your lips found his in a messy, breathless kiss—tongues sliding, teeth grazing, your bodies moving together with building desperation. The kiss muffled your moans as James pressed harder into you, the stretch of him constant, dizzying, perfect.

Behind him, you could hear Sirius groaning, could feel Remus’s warm hand rubbing your thigh—anchoring you, grounding you in all the intensity.

But right now, it was just James.

Just the fire of his mouth on your skin.

Just the way he whispered your name like a prayer each time he sank into you.

And the promise in his breathless voice as he panted, “You’re mine now. Mine to take care of. Mine to love. And I’m never letting you go.”

The air was thick with heat.

Your skin, still sensitive and glowing from Sirius, clung to James’s with every desperate press of your body. His rhythm, which had started so deliberate and tender, was beginning to shift—deeper, sharper.

Rougher.

Your fingers gripped his shoulders, your body arching instinctively into him when a sharp thrust sent a jolt of white-hot pleasure straight through your core. His breath hitched against your cheek, and he pulled back just enough to look at you.

And then—he saw it.

His eyes flickered down to your lower belly, and something primal darkened his gaze.

“Bloody hell,” James groaned, a sound torn between awe and hunger. “Look at that.”

You followed his line of sight and gasped—a visible bulge where his cock was buried deep inside you. Your cheeks flushed with heat, and your heart stuttered.

“I’m so deep in you, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick. “I can see myself. Fuck…”

Your body clenched around him at his words, and that was all it took.

Suddenly, James’s restraint snapped.

He slammed into you—one brutal thrust that made your entire body jolt, a loud, broken moan tumbling from your lips. You tried to speak his name, to say something—anything—but it dissolved into gasps as he set a punishing pace, each thrust deeper and harder than the last.

“James—!”

The sound of your voice, desperate and shaking, only drove him further. He growled low in his throat and leaned down, capturing one of your breasts in his hand, fingers squeezing tightly, possessively.

“You like this?” he hissed, eyes locked on your flushed face. “Like when I fuck you like I own you?”

Your back arched off the bed. Your hands clawed at his arms, at his back, trying to hold onto something as he pounded into you, the sound of skin on skin echoing around the dorm like thunder. The mattress creaked beneath your bodies, the world narrowing down to just the burning press of him inside you, the growl of your name on his lips, and the way his thumb swept roughly over your nipple before he dipped down and sucked it into his mouth.

You cried out, lost in the intensity.

James didn’t let up.

“Say it,” he demanded, voice low and ragged. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped, clinging to him. “I’m yours, James—please don’t stop.”

He kissed you hard, teeth clashing, tongue fierce. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he drove himself into you again and again, deeper than before—his cock dragging perfectly against every sensitive spot inside you, sending your mind spiraling.

His hand flattened against your lower belly again, pressing down.

“Feel me?” he groaned, panting against your mouth. “Right here. You’re so full of me. You were made for this—for me.”

Your body trembled violently, breath catching on another moan as he hit that spot, over and over, without mercy. James watched your face the entire time—watched the way your eyes fluttered, the way your mouth fell open in stunned pleasure, how undone you looked beneath him.

And still, his pace didn’t falter.

Because now, it wasn’t just about him, it was about claiming you and he wasn’t stopping until every part of you knew it.

James was unraveling—and yet, he held on.

Every thrust sent a shockwave through your spine, rough and deliberate, like he needed you to feel the way he was breaking for you. His hands were on your hips now, gripping tightly, grounding you as his cock slammed into that perfect, aching spot again and again.

You cried out, body jolting with each powerful movement. You could feel it—your release curling in your belly like a storm ready to break, the tension unbearable, delicious.

“James—” you whimpered, nails digging into his back.

His pace didn’t slow.

If anything, he grew rougher.

“That’s it,” he growled, voice gravel and fire. “I can feel you. So tight—fuck—you’re close, aren’t you?”

You could only nod, voice too broken with pleasure to form words. He was hitting that spot over and over, deep and merciless, drawing you closer to the edge with a precision that made your thighs tremble around him.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispered into your ear, his breath hot and ragged. “I want to feel you fall apart. Want to feel you clench around me when you lose it.”

The tension inside you coiled tighter.

Your walls fluttered around him, and James groaned—a deep, desperate sound that shook you to your core. He was so close. You could feel the way his cock twitched inside you, the way his muscles strained with the effort of holding back.

But he wouldn’t let himself go. Not yet.

“Not until you do,” he murmured. “I need to see you shatter for me first.”

The command in his voice broke you.

With a strangled moan, your body snapped—your release crashing through you like fire, muscles clenching around him so tight it stole the breath from his lungs. You gasped his name, over and over, as your body arched and shook beneath him.

James groaned loudly—his head dropping to your neck, kissing your skin feverishly as he held still, letting you ride it out.

“God, you’re so perfect when you come,” he whispered, voice thick with awe.

Your walls kept pulsing around him, milking him, begging him without words.

And then, finally—he let go.

His thrusts grew erratic, desperate, his breath shattered. He buried himself deep inside you with a final growl, his release hitting so hard his entire body trembled above you.

And he stayed there—pressed against you, panting, whispering your name like a prayer.

You were still trembling when James pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, his breath still ragged. His fingers brushed down your side with reverence as he slowly slipped out of you. The sudden emptiness made you whine softly, your hips instinctively shifting toward him—toward any of them—for more.

James chuckled low in his throat, brushing your hair back tenderly.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice laced with warmth. “Remus is next.”

You didn’t have to wait long.

Remus was already there, kneeling between your thighs, his hands tender yet firm on your hips. His golden-brown eyes were darker than usual, heavy with hunger—but there was a softness there too, something reverent. He always looked at you like that, like you were precious. Like every part of you was meant to be worshipped.

One of his hands slid up your stomach, resting just below your breast, grounding you. The other held his cock steady as he guided it to your folds, dragging the head slowly through your slickness.

You moaned, your hips twitching at the tease. The sensation made your thighs tremble again, oversensitive yet aching for more.

Remus only smiled softly.

“I know, love,” he said in that low, calm voice that always seemed to wrap around your heart. “But let me have this moment with you. Just like this.”

He leaned forward and kissed you—slow, unhurried, the kind of kiss that deepened with every second. His tongue brushed yours, soothing the heat burning through your nerves. His cock nudged at your entrance again, and this time, he began to push in.

Inch by inch.

The stretch made your back arch, a soft gasp spilling from your lips. He was thick like Sirius, long and unyielding, but where Sirius had taken, Remus gave. Each moment of pressure was met with a soothing kiss, his fingers threading through yours, grounding you, anchoring you.

“That’s it,” he whispered against your lips. “Take me… nice and slow.”

Your body pulsed around him, slick and sensitive, still trembling from James’s earlier possession. You squeezed his hand hard as he slid deeper, filling you in a way that felt almost too much—and yet, not enough.

“You feel… so good,” you moaned, your legs wrapping loosely around his waist as he finally bottomed out. Remus rested his forehead against yours, his breath catching.

“You’re everything,” he murmured. “Every time… every time it feels like the first. Like I’m coming home.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest.

He didn’t move right away—he stayed there, buried deep, letting you both feel the weight of it, the intensity, the intimacy of being so connected. His thumb brushed gentle circles on your hip. His lips pressed soft kisses along your jaw.

Then—slowly—he began to move.

His thrusts were deep and unhurried, building a rhythm that rocked your body in waves. Every slide of him inside you sent sparks dancing through your veins. He wasn’t trying to dominate. He was trying to feel. To make you feel.

And you did.

Your nails scratched lightly down his back. Your hips rolled to meet him, eyes fluttering closed as he kept whispering soft words into your ear.

“So beautiful… so sweet like this…”

You whimpered, overwhelmed by the slow intensity of it, the way his love burned hot and quiet like embers instead of flames. Not demanding, not consuming. Just there, warm and constant.

“Remus,” you whispered, voice cracking slightly. “Please…”

His lips curved in a gentle smile as he began to move faster—not rough, but purposeful, his cock hitting every sensitive spot with a practiced rhythm.

“I’ve got you,” he breathed, his voice catching with restraint. “Let me take care of you.”

Each thrust, each whisper, each kiss carried the weight of all the things he didn’t always say. The things he gave you like this—through touch, through love, through the way he filled you and cherished you in every breath. You could feel yourself beginning to unravel again… this time in quiet surrender.

The candlelight in the dorm flickered softly, shadows dancing across your skin as Remus’s pace slowly built—not brutal, not demanding, but deliberate. Each thrust was full, meaningful, and achingly slow at first, his hips rolling in the kind of rhythm that made your toes curl and your breath catch.

You moaned helplessly as he hit that perfect spot again and again, his cock sliding against it with every deep push. Your body arched instinctively, your thighs trembling where they wrapped around his waist.

“Right there, love?” he asked softly, voice strained with restraint.

You could only nod, your eyes fluttering shut as your fingers tightened on his shoulders, digging into the faint scars that lined his back like silvered whispers of the wolf inside him.

“Eyes on me,” he murmured gently, tilting your chin with his hand.

You opened your eyes—and the moment you did, he thrust hard, once, purposefully.

Your moan cracked in the air like a spell cast in raw pleasure, your body reacting instantly—hips bucking, breath stuttering, eyes rolling halfway back. The sudden deep, hard push after such controlled movement made your pulse spike.

He chuckled softly at your reaction, but it wasn’t mocking. It was reverent, full of awe.

“Merlin…” he groaned, brushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead. “You should see your face right now.”

You whimpered, caught between a moan and a sob of pleasure, your whole body flushed, burning under the intensity of his gaze. You could feel how he held himself back, how he was fighting every instinct that told him to let go—to take. But Remus… Remus was always the one who gave.

His hips kept moving, slow and deep again, but with a rhythm that sent little shocks of pleasure through you every time he bottomed out. And he kept talking—soft, low, intimate.

“You feel perfect,” he murmured against your throat. “So full of me… stretched so sweet around me…”

His lips grazed your collarbone, tongue flicking out to taste the sweat and skin there. You shuddered beneath him, another moan slipping free.

“Remus,” you whispered, the way you said his name trembling with need and affection.

“I know,” he said, his voice so full of emotion it almost broke you. “You don’t have to say anything. I know.”

Another hard thrust, deliberate and deep, made your body jerk with shock and bliss.

And he watched you—his warm golden-brown eyes drinking in every twitch, every flutter of your lashes, every desperate moan you gave him.

“I love seeing you like this,” he whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “when you’re completely mine.”

The tension built again, slow and steady like a tide. His thrusts stayed just on the edge—controlled, intimate, rhythmic. But every once in a while, he’d slam into that sweet spot with enough force to make your entire body jump, each time drawing out a strangled sound from your throat.

He groaned as your walls clenched tight around him, his own breath stuttering.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he asked softly, brushing his lips against your ear. “I can feel you tightening around me, begging for it…”

You whimpered, your voice caught somewhere between yes and please. Remus groaned again, the tension in his body clear now, his restraint starting to fray.

“Let go, love,” he whispered, kissing your temple with aching affection. “Let me feel you fall apart.”

Remus’s breath hitched the moment he felt it—your body clutching him tighter, squeezing around every inch of him like a velvet vice. It stole the air from his lungs, knocked the control clean from his spine. His slow, steady rhythm faltered for a beat—then snapped.

A groan rumbled low in his chest, more feral than human.

“Bloody—” he gasped, his fingers digging into your hips as his composure shattered.

Then everything changed.

His hips slammed into yours, the calm, careful cadence replaced by something raw and unrestrained. The sudden roughness made your body jolt, a loud moan bursting from your lips as his cock drove into that spot again and again, harder now, more urgent.

“Remus—!” you gasped, nails curling into his back.

He didn’t speak—couldn’t. He was too far gone, his mind clouded with the heat of you around him, the sounds you made, the way your body clung to his like it was made for him.

Every thrust was a command, a claiming, a desperate chase for the edge.

The bed creaked beneath you, your back arching with every hard push. He was deep—so deep—and relentless, groaning through gritted teeth as his control slipped further.

“You drive me mad,” he ground out, voice wrecked with lust and awe. “So—fucking—tight.”

Each word was punctuated with a brutal thrust, and you felt yourself unraveling all over again, your vision blurring as he slammed into you with all the force he’d been holding back.

Remus leaned down, his forehead pressing against yours, his breath hot and ragged against your lips.

“I’m close,” he growled. “So close—fuck—you feel so good…”

You moaned in response, barely able to form words, your hands tangled in his hair, trying to hold onto something—anything—as he pushed you closer to the edge again.

Then, with a final deep thrust that knocked the breath from your lungs, he stilled—buried to the hilt—his entire body trembling above you.

A low, guttural groan tore from his throat as he came hard, his release hitting him like a wave crashing through him. His muscles tensed, hips twitching as the pleasure raked through him with punishing intensity.

His eyes squeezed shut, jaw clenched, and he whispered your name like a prayer, like a surrender.

You held him, your body still fluttering around him, the connection between you crackling like lightning in the quiet aftermath.

Remus didn’t move for a long moment, just stayed there—inside you, above you, breath mingling with yours as he slowly came back to earth.

Then his lips brushed your cheek, soft now, reverent.

“Are you alright, love?” he whispered, his voice hoarse and filled with tenderness.

You nodded weakly, a blissful smile tugging at your lips. He smiled back, the kind that held galaxies of affection, and kissed you again—slow, grounding.

“I didn’t mean to lose it like that,” he murmured.

But you just cupped his face and pulled him close, your heart still thudding against his chest.

“I wanted you to,” you whispered.

Your breath came in shallow waves, your chest rising and falling in soft trembles as you lay across the rumpled bed. Every muscle in your body buzzed with exhaustion, the lingering echoes of pleasure still radiating through your limbs like molten honey. Your skin felt warm, kissed raw by their mouths, their hands, their bodies.

Remus slowly eased out of you, careful not to make you wince. His touch, always the gentlest when it mattered most, ran down the curve of your thigh in reverence. You whimpered softly at the emptiness he left behind, and it made him lean down, brushing your hair back from your damp forehead with a soft, “Shh, love… I’ve got you.”

A satisfied chuckle sounded from the edge of the bed.

“Completely ruined her,” Sirius murmured, half in pride, half in awe. “Look at her… absolutely wrecked. Our girl.”

You barely managed to roll onto your side, every movement a reminder of their dominance, of the power they each held and how willingly you’d surrendered it. Your vision blurred slightly until James leaned over you, his hand cupping your cheek as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple. His lips lingered, tender and grounding.

“You did so well, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice lower than usual, thick with emotion. “So bloody perfect for us.”

You gave a weak hum, a small smile tugging at your lips as your eyes fluttered shut. Then you felt gentle hands again—Sirius, ever the one who liked to touch, was already slipping your panties back up your thighs with a focused gaze that held none of his usual teasing.

“Can’t let you freeze, princess,” he whispered, pulling the soft fabric gently into place and adjusting them with care, his fingers lingering just a moment too long. “Though seeing you like this… damn. Burned into my brain now.”

James gave him a warning glance but said nothing. Instead, he lay down behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and burying his face in your hair with a sigh that was entirely content.

Remus climbed in next, the mattress dipping under his weight. He slipped beside you, hand settling lightly on your belly, palm warm and grounding.

And Sirius… Sirius crawled in last, not one to miss out, wedging himself against your back on James’s other side, his leg tossed lazily over yours, his hand sliding up your thigh to rest just beneath the hem of your panties.

You were surrounded. Warm. Claimed.

Loved.

“You’re glowing,” Remus whispered, brushing his lips along your bare shoulder.

“She should be,” Sirius added smugly. “We made sure of it.”

“She looks like stardust,” James said, voice low and reverent. “Like she’s been kissed by magic itself.”

Your heart squeezed at that. You couldn’t speak—didn’t want to break the quiet moment. You just buried your face in James’s chest, fingers curling into the soft fabric of his shirt. He held you tighter in response.

“You alright, love?” Remus asked, fingers tracing lazy patterns against your belly.

You nodded slowly, your voice barely above a breath. “I’ve never felt more safe… more wanted.”

A silence fell then, thick and golden.

Sirius tightened his arm around you. “You’re ours now,” he said, quieter than usual. “You’ve always been. Just took tonight to show you how deep it runs.”

Remus hummed in agreement. “There’s no going back, you know.”

“I don’t want to,” you whispered, emotion thick in your throat. “I’ve never wanted anything else.”

The three boys pressed closer. You were encased in them, tangled in heat and heartbeat, in whispered touches and shared breaths. It was overwhelming. It was everything.

No words were needed after that. Just the rise and fall of chests, the steady comfort of love tangled with something primal and all-consuming.

And in the arms of your Gryffindor boys, claimed and adored, you drifted into sleep with a soft smile still on your lips.

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[bunnyluvx]

hii could you write castlevania nocturne alucard x fem!reader💗maybe the reader is a vampire or speaker/witch

enchant me, lover. ♡

featuring: adrian fahrenheit ţepeş / alucard x f! vampire, speaker & witch! reader.

summary: you're stargazing with your husband, and he doesn't get the chance to wish on a shooting star. you know just what will cheer him up.

warnings: minors and ageless blog dni regardless of content. i made the line dividers, so please don't use them. | support divider: @cafekitsune | wc: 2.3k | ao3

tags: fluff | hurt/comfort | domestic fluff | one-shot | stargazing | established marriage

a/n: i'll do you one better, friend, and combine ALL OF THEM!! >:D i'm trying to make my way through my requests, so there will be lots of castlevania stuff for awhile! this is set a couple of years before adrian left to track sekhmet. i hope that i did you justice, anon, and please enjoy, dear friends!!

date started: 7:08PM, february 16th, 2025. date finished: 8:45PM, february 25th, 2025.

The moon cloaks itself amidst the twilight to leave room for the stars to illuminate the sky. Thousands gather closely together to observe the night's events, and whisper gossip that the breeze tells them. A castle, tall enough to hold the heavens and older than most museums, resides within the forest. Its worn stone enjoys the scenery's tranquility, and the surrounding wildlife serves as a reminder of its reason for standing.

There are two occupants in this castle; The legendary Alucard, A.K.A Adrian Țepeș, and you, his lovely wife. You have been married for almost two-hundred years, and there is nothing that you would change about the life that you have built together. You both enjoy travel, so the adventures that you go on together are eternally endless. Adrian has solidified himself into your soul, and he is part of you that you never wish to do without. In moments where you felt like you couldn't go on, his face came to mind and you remembered just how strong you are.

Adrian knows that the connection that you share will last far beyond the relevance of your immortal lives. Not even at the chance of death will your love's resilience waver, for it is a force stronger than any enemy that you have vanquished together. If you were not in his life, then he would not laugh, smile, ponder or explore as much as he has in your company. Adrian Țepeș is not a man who fears much, but the idea that plagues his mind into restlessness is how much darker his world would be without you in it. Imagining a reality where he lives without your rants about all of the things that he wouldn't think twice about, paired with its angelic echo chanting off of the walls of your home would send him into madness, if not for the comfort of your body lying asleep by his side in your shared bed.

Every day that you spend together is a day that you both cherish, and today has felt particularly special. From dawn 'til dusk, you walked through the forest and discovered things that you hadn't noticed before; The different flowers blooming within the grass or unfamiliar streams, for instance. You have lived in this area for some time now, yet when journeying with Adrian, all sorts of new encounters appeared. It was very fulfilling to wander out with him to see what awaited you.

Now, your exciting day has come to a close, and both of you agreed that the best way to wind down before bed was to stargaze together. You stand on one of many bridges of the palace, your hands resting on the cold stone railing while your eyes sparkle just as brightly as the stars you stare at. Adrian stands not far behind you, a smile gracing his pale lips as he admires the great darkness above. Every once in awhile, he will look back at you and treasure the warmth that pools within his chest. Your joy while looking up at the stars is more beautiful than any twinkling light in the sky, and if he spent his night watching you like this instead, then he would be just as content.

Occasionally, you'll point out an exceptionally bright star, or a constellation, and Adrian's eyes will follow where you lead them. You'll tell about the story behind how the constellation was named, and anything else that comes to mind in relation. Being born into a group of Speakers has left a lot of room for you to acquire all sorts of knowledge about a variety of different subjects, and at one point in your life, you found yourself very fascinated with everything related to space. As a result, you did a lot of research on the subject so that you could share it with your family, and anyone crossing your path willing to listen.

Both of Adrian's parents were people of science, so he gathered quite the bounty of information himself, but he would always make an effort to listen to you. No matter how many times you repeat the same tales and facts, he will nod along and asks questions as if it's the first time, just to prompt your endless, passionate rambles. Gaining the opportunity to share your wisdom grants you an ethereal, excitable glow that he will gladly blind himself with, if it means that the last thing he ever sees is your smiling face.

A comforting quiet lingers in the air while you both gaze up at the stars, cherishing the night's delightful weather that provides you the freedom to enjoy this moment together. Sky's stillness suddenly dispels when a star swiftly descends from the shadows, and immediately, it catches Adrian's attention. A blissful, child-like smile graces his lips as he takes a step forward, then points above while announcing, "Look, a shooting star!"

Instantly, your head whips into the direction where Adrian's finger follows, and you see it. Fortunately, before it leaves your view, you are able to make a wish. Many would see it as silly for an over three-hundred year-old vampire to believe in wishing on stars, for you have lived long enough to know that not all myths are true. Regardless, you like the hopefulness that the idea brings; That someone, somewhere is listening, with the goal of helping you achieve your dreams.

Wherever this comet is going, it's in a hurry, for it's leaving as quickly as it came. You squeeze your eyes shut and hold your breath, thinking about what you want most in the world. When you open them, you release the wind trapped inside your throat at the realization that the shooting star has disappeared over the horizon. Disappointment dwells in your heart and on your shoulders briefly before you spin around to look at your husband, whose arm has lowered. His face illuminates with a gentle joy as he gazes into the distance, a display that lightens your disheartenment and replaces it with bliss.

Long ago, you swore that you would commit all of Adrian's smiles to memory, so you take this time to do just that. The radiant expression that he wears is one of wonder, faith and longing, as if he wishes to chase that star to the ends of the Earth. You think that he looks so adorable like this, and you would hate for him to stop, but you become curious as to if he made a wish too, so you ask him, "Did you make a wish, Adrian?"

Blinking out of his awestruck state, golden eyes meet yours. You are so glad that during all of this time, the color of Adrian's eyes never changed. You think that it gives him individuality, and they remind you that through every hardship, you will always have someone at your side to endure it with. Sunshine dims into a soft sadness, which rawly clenches at your heart. Adrian's eyes glance to the ground, a frown on his face while he admits, "Oh, no. I didn't get the chance to."

The vessel which keeps you standing feels like it is being brutally mauled through at this response. Now, Adrian gazes out into the sky with furrowed brows, and your own face falls as his does. While he is skeptical about the idea of wishing on stars, he does find it fun to do sometimes. It didn't even come to mind when he saw it passing by, and seeing just how disappointed he is hurts more than any wound you could ever receive.

You use your quick-thinking skills to come up with something to cheer the dhampir up, when it hits you. You have been studying human magics for one-hundred years, and while you are quite skilled, you do not practice enough to fully achieve your true potential. Typically, you only use your magic on occasion when you're bored to make fun shapes, or when you're in combat with no other choice, but this is just as vital- no, even more-so. This is more dire than any foe that you have vanquished, more monstrous than any beast you have slain; Your sweet husband is sad, and as his wife, you want to make him feel better!

So, you cup your palms together and hold them out in front of you. Adrian notices the shift of your body, and turns to watch as you close your eyes. You focus on your desire, and think about the way that a star feels. You feel a tickling sensation spring its way up your back, as if stardust brushes your skin. Slipping into a deep state of concentration, you reflect on your early studies of magic when a yellow spark erupts into your hands. Adrian watches with fascination while the spark begins to brighten; It begins to take shape, until a thin, golden diamond glows in your grasp.

Adrian is completely blown away by your demonstration, his mouth hung open and eyes gawking widely at what you've just created. You open your eyes and smile at the dumbfounded look on your husband's face, giggling. "Make a wish, Adrian."

Realistically, you both know that this isn't what a star looks like, but that doesn't matter to your man. What matters to him is that it's yours, and it's perfect. For a moment, Adrian is silent, too bewildered by your manifestation to summon his voice. He knows that you are a very talented magician, and he has seen your capabilities at their finest. The fact that you have forged something so precious just to make him happy deeply touches Adrian. A smile adorns the man's face once more, eyes holding a love that is reserved only for you. He reaches a hand over to the side of your face to allow gloved fingers to graze your skin while he leans forward, and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

You watch as he melts before you, your smile growing wider when seeing that he's happy again. Unexpectedly, he gives you a kiss, and this makes you feel even better. Adrian's lips have a very dastardly power to make you weak; One brush of them, and you feel like you could faint on the spot. His lips are soft, and he tastes of the most captivating spell. You would have dropped the illusion and wrapped your arms around him to properly relay your passion, if you didn't know how meaningful this was to him. Heat crawls its way into your cheeks, and your shoulders have hiked up from surprise, but they slowly lower themselves as you allow your body to relax. You return his kiss and tilt your head slightly to enhance the experience for both of you, and you stand like this for a moment to cherish how perfectly your lips mold together.

Albeit regrettably, Adrian is the one to back away. The sun of his eyes shines brightly with admiration, and the smile on his lips is tender. "I don't need to," He murmurs sweetly.

Seeing this look on the dhampir's face is everything that you could want out of tonight. You have shared a wonderful day together, but this has been the best part of it by far. A crooked grin curls its way your lips, and you give him a knowing look when you decide to tease him, "If you say it's because you have everything you could wish for right here, I'm going to hit you."

Adrian's posture straightens as he throws his head back to laugh. Light blooms within your chest at the sound, one that you would listen to every hour for all of your days if given the chance. Tilting his head upright, he meets your eyes and responds, "Alright, I hear you." Then, he leans over to examine the star in your hands more closely, asking, "Could we save it?" Your husband aligns himself upright again, reuniting your gaze to his while adding, "For my next wish."

You smile at the man, head slightly tilted while fondly gazing at him. Any request of his is one you will gladly satisfy, so you tell him, "I think I can do that."

The look on your face causes Adrian to soften, his shoulders noticeably relaxing a bit more at the sight. "Good." He then turns so that his side faces you, and offers an arm for you to take. "Shall we head to bed now?"

You squeeze your eyes shut and press your lips together harshly, charging all of your energy into the little splendor in your hands before hopping up. With your little bounce, the star shoots up into the sky, stardust hot on its trail, before it lowers down to settle itself floating slightly above you and Adrian. The dhampir turns around to recognize what you've done, that same stupefied expression on his face. You see it and laugh, an arm coming over your stomach as you take a step back and point at him. You gather yourself shortly after, and brush away any lingering dust on your clothes before you turn to face where Adrian is to take his arm. "Let's go."

It's only when you make contact with him that your husband comes out of his shock, his face relaxing when seeing yours and a smile decorating his lips. "As you wish."

With that, you head into the castle to begin your nightly routine. The star you created twirls around you both the entire way, and you laugh at mystical friend's enthusiasm. Love has brought you two a long way, and you guarantee that it will take you even farther. In every life, you know that Adrian would do anything to make you happy, and he knows that you would do the same.

@BUNNYLUVX ,, all rights reserved. do not copy/plagiarize any of my works or submit it into ai. any and all support is appreciated! <3

[blueiscoool]

Greek Farmer Stumbles Onto 3,400-Year-Old Tomb Hidden Below His Olive Grove

The Crete local was trying to park his vehicle when he accidentally unearthed the ancient Minoan grave

Sometime between 1400 and 1200 B.C., two Minoan men were laid to rest in an underground enclosure carved out of the soft limestone native to southeast Crete. Both were entombed within larnakes—intricately embossed clay coffins popular in Bronze Age Minoan society—and surrounded by colorful funerary vases that hinted at their owners’ high status. Eventually, the burial site was sealed with stone masonry and forgotten, leaving the deceased undisturbed for roughly 3,400 years.

Earlier this summer, a local farmer accidentally brought the pair’s millennia-long rest to an abrupt end, George Dvorsky reports for Gizmodo. The farmer was attempting to park his vehicle beneath a shaded olive grove on his property when the ground gave way, forcing him to find a new parking spot. As he started to drive off, the unidentified local noticed a four-foot-wide hole that had emerged in the patch of land he’d just vacated. Perched on the edge of the gaping space, the man realized he’d unintentionally unearthed “a wonderful thing.”

According to a statement, archaeologists from the local heritage ministry, Lassithi Ephorate of Antiquities, launched excavations below the farmer’s olive grove at Rousses, a small village just northeast of Kentri, Ierapetra, in southeast Crete. They identified the Minoan tomb, nearly perfectly preserved despite its advanced age, in a pit measuring roughly four feet across and eight feet deep. The space’s interior was divided into three carved niches accessible by a vertical trench.

In the northernmost niche, archaeologists found a coffin and an array of vessels scattered across the ground. The southernmost niche yielded a second sealed coffin, as well as 14 ritual Greek jars called amphorae and a bowl.

Forbes’ Kristina Kilgrove writes that the high quality of the pottery left in the tomb indicates the individuals buried were relatively affluent. She notes, however, that other burial sites dating to the same Late Minoan period feature more elaborate beehive-style tombs.

“These [men] could be wealthy,” Kilgrove states, “but not the wealthiest.”

Unlike many ancient tombs, the Kentri grave was never discovered by thieves, Argyris Pantazis, deputy mayor of local communities, agrarian and tourism of Ierapetra, tells local news outlet Cretapost. In fact, the site likely would have remained sealed in perpetuity if not for the chance intervention of a broken irrigation pipe, which watered down the soil surrounding the farmer’s olive grove and led to his unexpected parking debacle.

“We are particularly pleased with this great archaeological discovery, as it is expected to further enhance our culture and history,” Pantazis added in his interview with Cretapost. “Indeed, this is also a response to all those who doubt that there were Minoans in Ierapetra.”

According to Archaeology News Network, most Minoan settlements found on Crete are located in the lowlands and plains rather than the mountainous regions of Ierapetra. Still, a 2012 excavation in Anatoli, Ierapetra, revealed a Minoan mansion dating to between 1600 and 1400 B.C., roughly the same time period as the Kentri tomb.

This latest find offers further proof of the ancient civilization’s presence—as Mark Cartwright notes for Ancient History Encyclopedia, the Minoans are most renowned for their labyrinthine palace complexes, which likely inspired the classic Greek myth of Theseus and the Minotaur. According to legend, Queen Pasiphae of Crete gave birth to the Minotaur, a fierce half-man, half-bull hybrid, after falling for a bull sent to Earth by the Greek god Zeus. The Minotaur, doomed to an eternity spent wandering the halls of an underground labyrinth and killing anyone it encountered, was eventually defeated by the demigod Theseus, who relied on an enchanted ball of thread provided by the king’s daughter, Ariadne, to escape the maze.

Much of the Minoans’ history remains unclear, but Forbes’ Kilgrove reports that natural disasters, including the eruption of the Thera volcano, an earthquake and a tsunami, contributed to the group’s downfall, enabling enemies such as the Mycenaeans to easily invade. Analysis of the excavated Kentri tomb may offer further insights on the Minoan-Mycenaean rivalry, as well as the Cretan civilization’s eventual demise.

By Meilan Solly.

(Discovered in Summer 2018)

[be-xkyy]

Yandere Platonic Twin Brother (a bit of yandere friend in love)

Warning: violence, blood, a broken nose, overprotective brother, a friend in love, a clueless reader but with strong character, This is PLATONIC and a little ROMANTIC but not with the brother.

(By the way, I was going to be inactive this month, but it's quite the opposite, why does inspiration come to me when I have so many things pending😰? I'm juggling the blog and school 💀)

Tagging list: @kthehoeforfictionalmen ★ @dreamlessnight ★ @riawrld ★ @darkuni63 ★ @minshookie29 ★

Divider credits: @cafekitsune ★ @bernardsbendystraws ★

Masterlist

Yandere Twin Brother who was already attached to you from the womb; when your parents went to their appointments with the OB they always saw him by your side even in an ultrasound (that your mother framed) it looks like you are holding his little hands.

Yandere Twin Brother who when he was born (just five minutes before you) cried at the top of his lungs and his cries only calmed down a little when you were born and he heard you cry.

Yandere Twin Brother who shared the same crib with you (although your parents bought one for each of you) when you were babies since he always cried if they separated him from you.

Yandere Twin Brother who comforted you when you cried on the first day at daycare because you missed your parents and you were scared; he hugged you rubbing your back with his little hand and promised you with his pinky that he would always take care of you.

"Don't cry sis! Everything will be okay, I'm with you. I promise I'll scold our parents for doing this to you! Please don't cry..."

Yandere Twin Brother who never let anyone bother you or get close to you at daycare; one day a boy pulled your pigtails making you cry and your upset brother pushed him to the ground and another boy approached your bully and bit him (two teachers had to make him let go)

Yandere Twin Brother who only had one exception to the rule and allowed him to get close to you; that exception was Jamie a boy his age who seemed enchanted with you and became friends with your brother after biting the boy who bothered you.

Yandere Twin Brother who from that day on basically spent all his time with you and Jamie; They were the three musketeers, as you grew up you became even closer (if that was possible) and Jamie's feelings for you became more obvious (to everyone but you) your brother liked to tease Jamie.

"Maybe my sister doesn't like you because of your idiotic face, she has good taste you know?"

"Oh shut up! I'm really handsome and she's just shy, plus we all know you're the ugly one of the group"

"EH?!—"

Yandere Twin Brother who like you and Jamie was quite popular at university; although he was surrounded by girls he never put them above you and always spent time with you; also he and Jamie were howling at your suitors constantly (much to your annoyance)

Yandere Twin Brother who got furious when he saw Jamie flirting with another girl and even kissed her, how could he do this to you?! (it's true that you don't even know that he loves you, but it's still wrong, okay..?) He approached angrily, when Jamie saw him she greeted him only to receive a strong punch in the face.

Yandere Twin Brother who started a fight with Jamie when he recovered from the shock of the blow, both began to punch and hit each other while yelling at each other, some students ran to separate them.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! YOU THINK YOU CAN TELL ME YOU LOVE MY SISTER AND THE NEXT DAY BE WITH A BITCH?!"

"IT WAS JUST A THING! WHAT DO YOU CARE ABOUT IT?! SHE AND I ARE NOTHING YET!"

"YET?! YOU THINK YOU'LL HAVE SOMETHING WITH MY SISTER AFTER THIS?! I'M GOING TO FUCK KILL YOU!"

Yandere Twin Brother who tried to break free to hit him again but they both held him firmly; a teacher arrived and they were both taken to the infirmary, a smile slipped across your brother's bruised lip when the nurse said that Jamie's nose was broken.

Yandere Older Brother who looks at you embarrassed when you enter the infirmary with judging eyes asking you both what happened but you don't answer and you end up asking them if they fought over a girl and they both answer at the same time exalted.

"NO!"

"NO!!!"

Yandere Twin Brother who ends up making up a random excuse for why you two fought and Jamie nods his head agreeing with him; you on the other hand look at them unconvinced before sighing and rolling your eyes; after being treated you both are called to the dean's office and end up being suspended for two weeks.

Yandere Twin Brother who when you leave the office approaches you along with Jamie who tries to joke a little about the situation (to calm the waters with your brother) but your brother ignores him taking you by the arm and leading you towards the exit while Jamie follows them.

"Well, it's not so bad we can spend more time together, right?"

"Shut your mouth Jamie, don't talk to this idiot sister."

"Hey, wait for me, don't leave me!"

[unboundprompts]

Could you give me some ideas for currencies and the measurement of time, preferably both in a more dark fantasy setting involved with nature?

Currency and Time Measurement in a Dark Fantasy Setting

-> feel free to edit as you see fit.

Currencies

Leaf Coins: Thin, pressed coins made from the leaves of sacred trees. The type of leaf determines the coin's value, with rarer leaves being more valuable.

Bloodstones: A currency made from dark red gemstones that are said to be formed from the blood of fallen warriors.

Shadowshards: Small, dark crystals that absorb light and shimmer with a ghostly glow. They are collected at dusk and are traded as currency, often used in shadowy dealings. The more shadow a shard absorbs, the higher its worth.

Grave Dirt: A unique form of currency, this is literally dirt taken from sacred burial grounds. It is believed to contain the power of the dead. Merchants trade small pouches of it, and its value increases based on how many souls it has been touched by.

Wyrm Scales: Scales from mythical serpents that once roamed the land. Each scale has a distinct pattern and is highly valued due to its rarity and the protective magic it is said to bestow upon its holder.

Fungal Credits: Small, luminescent fungi that can be harvested at certain times of the year. Their glow indicates their value.

Measurement of Time

Moon Phases: Time is measured in moon phases, with each cycle representing a month. Each phase is associated with different rituals and events in nature, such as the “Blood Moon” for harvest and the “Waning Moon” for reflection and atonement.

Nightfall Cycles: Instead of days, time is counted in cycles of nightfall, where each cycle is divided into periods marked by darkness and light. A cycle may last for varying lengths of time based on seasonal changes, with longer nights in winter.

Sundrop Hours: Each hour is marked by the position of a special sundial that has been enchanted to reflect the essence of the sun. During certain times, the sundial emits a soft glow, indicating a magical time when rituals can be performed.

Eclipses: Significant events are measured by the number of eclipses that have occurred since a pivotal moment in history.

Blood Seasons: Time is divided into seasons based on nature’s cycles and the harvesting of life. For example, “Bloomspring,” “Darksummer,” “Crimsonfall,” and “Frostbite,” with each season lasting as long as it takes for specific plants to grow or animals to thrive.

Night’s Breath: This measures time through the cycles of natural events, such as the sounds of nocturnal creatures or the rustling of leaves in the wind. Each breath is a period marked by significant changes in the environment, like the blooming of nocturnal flowers.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Some Magic-Related Vocabulary

for your next poem/story

Amulet: An object worn, carried or placed to guard against negativity or other vibrations. A protective object.

Astral Projection: The practice of separating the consciousness from the physical body so that the former may move about unhindered by time, space or gravity.

Bane: A poison; that which destroys life. "Henbane" is poisonous to hens.

Banish: To drive away evil, negativity or spirits.

Beltane: An ancient folk-festival day observed by Witches that celebrates the fully blossomed spring. April 30 or May 1.

Censer: A vessel of metal or earthenware in which incense is burned. An incense burner.

Chaplet: A garland or wreath of flowers or leaves worn on the head, as in the chaplets given to classical Greek heroes as symbols of honor.

Clairvoyance: Literally "clear seeing." The ability to perceive facts, events and other data by other than the five "normal" senses, unaided by tools.

Curse: A concentration of negative and destructive energy, deliberately formed and directed toward a person, place or thing.

Divination: The art of finding things out through means other than the five senses, using tools such as tarot cards, crystal balls, and so on.

Enchant: "Sing to." Magically speaking, a procedure whereby herbs are aligned with your magical need prior to their use.

Evil Eye, The: Supposed glance capable of causing great harm or fear, once almost universally feared.

Fascination: The art of placing other people under one's power through sounds, gazes, colors, etc.

Hex: An evil spell; a curse.

Incubus: A male demon or spirit which was believed to sexually tempt and abuse women; the succubus was the corresponding female demon.

Infusion: An herbal tea.

Lughnasadh: An old harvest festival celebrated on August 1st or 2nd in Europe, reverencing the abundant (harvested) fruits of the Earth. It is still observed by Wicca.

Magic: The practice of causing needed change through the use of powers as yet undefined and unaccepted by science.

Magic Circle: A ritually-created circle (or sphere) that offers protection to the magician during magical rites.

Magician: A person of either sex who practices magic.

Magus: A magician.

Midsummer: The Summer Solstice, usually on or near June 21st, one of the Wiccan festival days and an excellent time to practice magic.

Pendulum: A tool of divination which consists of a heavy object suspended from a string or cord. The end of the cord is held between the thumb and forefinger; questions are asked and their answers divided by the movements of the pendulum.

Pentagram: A five-pointed star which has been used in magic for centuries. Highly symbolic, it is also a protective device.

Poppet: A small doll made of various substances to influence a person's fife. In herb magic, either a carved root or a cloth image stuffed with herbs. The use of poppets is known as "image magic."

Power Hand, The: The hand you write with; the dominant hand. This is a magically potent hand.

Samhain: An ancient festival day marking the beginning of winter. Also known as "Halloween" and All Hallows Eve. It is observed by Wicca with religious ceremonies.

Scry: To gaze into a pool of ink, fire, crystal ball, etc. to awaken and summon psychic powers.

Spell: A magical rite.

Talisman: An object worn or carried to attract a specific influence, such as love, luck, money, health; as opposed to an amulet which keeps forces from its bearer.

Wicca: A contemporary religion with spiritual roots in prehistory that worships the life-force of the universe as personified as a God and Goddess. It is sometimes erroneously referred to as "witchcraft."

Witch Bottle: A bottle or jar containing herbs, pins, shards of glass and other objects, designed to protect a person or area from evil and curses. Usually buried or placed in a window.

Witchcraft: The practice of natural magic, as that of herbs, stones, and candles. Spell-casting. Still used by some to refer to the religion of Wicca.

Wort: An old word meaning "herb." Mugwort preserves the term.

Excerpt from Cunningham's Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs More: Word Lists ⚜ Esoteric Vocabulary ⚜ On Magic

[touchtanked]

⟢ . . . you're the one thing i swear i can't outgrow ; s.l.

" how is it now, that somehow, you're a stranger? you were mine just yesterday. . . "

laughs on swings, soft kisses on cheeks. whispered secrets and hushed giggles underneath a fort so fragile. a relationship, neither platonic nor romantic, that lasted years suddenly meets its abrupt end when sophia laforteza, your best friend since diapers, leaves your hometown with a promise to keep in touch. promises are meant to be broken. you suppose.

⤷ tags ⸝⸝ taglish/filo smau + narrations, non-idol!au, university!au, childhood bestfriends (more like situationship honestly), kind of a slowburn im ngl, angst, fluff hopefully, explicit language and crude humor, mention of substances, kinda red flag sophia if you squint

⤷ pairing ⸝⸝ sophia laforteza x fem!reader

⤷ cast ⸝⸝ all of katseye, taehyun n yeonjun from txt, soojin (soloist), yunjin from lsrfm, and most likely other idol n celeb cameos !

⤷ status ⸝⸝ ongoing

⤷ author's note ⸝⸝ no one mentioned in this story is an accurate depiction of who they are in real life. this is all for fun and fiction. any pictures used are from pinterest n tumblr. please excuse any errors regarding the accuracy of the american school system and any school mentioned. special mention to @/cinnamanz's mamma mia au .. it gave me the motivation to write smaus again lmao please enjoy my katseye/sophia brainrot i love them so. stream gnarly!

PROFILES. . . dream blunt rotation | HOP ON GROW A GARDEN RN | is EVERY gay person this hopeless???

00. prologue 01, 02, 03

01. would kill for cinnabon and coffee rn

main m.list

divider creds to @/enchantings. this work is cross-posted on twitter under the same user, @touchtanked. please don't repost, translate, plagiarize, or feed my works to ai.

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AMC Studio 30 Theatre - Houston, TX (1997)

"What the design attempts to do in the 110,000 sq. ft. space is simulate a movie studio backlot and the soundstage where guests become part of the action, and the experience "rekindles the magic and memory of movie going."

Elements from sound stages and studio road cases make up the central lobby space along with a guest service desk. Images of Hollywood's glamorous stars of the past add enchantment to the balcony walls. The space is divided into three themed areas that "transport guests into fantastic worlds of Animation, Action/Adventure and Cyberspace." The food concession stands within each area carries through the theme; "Fizz, Sizzle, Pop"; Wildebeest Feast"; and "Quantum Bits." The 30 auditoria are located off the soundstage lobby and within the various themed areas.

The architecture seems to come alive in the Animation area. The space is designed to resemble an animation cel: "flat, two-dimensional, cartoon-like graphics are outlined with black lines, filled with color and applied on an exaggerated scale." The Fizz, Sizzle, Pop concession's identity and blimp directional signs seem to float in a blue sky with flat, cut-out clouds. The setting for Action/ Adventure recalls a rainforest with heavy hanging leaves, bamboo and rock "carved" directional signs. The custom wall covering features petroglyphs of cave people carrying popcorn, megaphones and movie cameras. The fiber optic eyes peering from behind the leaves in the Wildebeest Feast stand change color. They also appear above rock outcroppings down the corridor. Patrons are invited to explore an abstract, futuristic world in Cyberspace where the floor and ceiling are the same color and brushed aluminum columns rise partway to the ceiling. To create the illusion of "endless space." custom light fixtures project beams of light along the walls and backlit graphic images have neon edges. Various colored lights and a high-tech fluorescent green/orange acrylic sign help to define the Quantum Bits concession area in Cyberspace."

Designed by Kiku Obata & Co.

Scanned from the book, Entertainment Destinations by Martin Pegler (2000)