#lemonadecabaret

[misaligncd]

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a surprised gasp escaped from her at his question. hayden had noticed the canyon of distance that had formed between her step father and mother. she didn't realize how much he had been pushed up until that very moment. the brunette could barely bring herself to shrug," i don't know." already she knew the consequences would be great if the truth was discovered. he had turned her into a greedy thing as she craved his touch. the hormones overwhelming her body certainly helped with that aspect. a whimper bubbled up her throat at the feeling of his single digit sliding along her slit. she was half tempted to slap her hand over her mouth but doubted he would appreciate it. instead she focused on the feeling of his body encompassing her own. whenever she was with him she knew that she was right where she belonged.

"she'd-she'd have a heart attack," said hayden, amusement evident in her voice. her fingers curled into the fabric of his slacks. she felt nearly breathless, realizing two of his digits had begun to slip inside of her. her walls instantly clamped down around him as he slowly pumped them in and out of her," oh-oh my god." his pace was tortuous which she had the feeling was what he intended. her head fell back into his chest as she whimpered helplessly. her eyes nearly rolled back given how eager she felt," please, daddy." her hips were rocking back when she realized he was pressing against her ass," i would love to not have to hide."

[wickedlvst]

closed for @lemonadecabaret // plotted.

plump, rose-colored lips curl into a coquettish smile as izabel steps - more like struts - into his office after knocking, hips swaying just little enough to be subtle (and to keep that tiny skirt from riding up her thighs even higher than it's already placed). saying that her outfits are a little inappropriate for a job in the state district attorney's office - or any office, really -, is putting it nicely with her always just a little too short skirts and lace stockings carefully hidden underneath the skirt, just daring to peak out if she bends over a little too much. she still considers it classy - even if a little outside her normal comfort zone -, but it's also not like luthor as ever complained, has he? if anything, it doesn't even seem like he notices just how much effort she puts in to look good for him on a daily basis, like he doesn't even see her in the first place. dark eyes immediately zero in on luthor as she steps closer to his desk. god, it really should be illegal to be her father's age (and one of hiss associates) and still look so fucking hot - so can anybody really blame a girl for having a little crush?

"is there anything left i can do for you, mr. wright?", she asks in a tone of absolute professionality as her manicured fingernails brush over his desk, eyes fixed on him, "i don't mind staying a little longer if you need me for anything else." the brunette pauses, dark, long lashes fluttering coyly as she leans forward just a little. "you'd actually do me a favor if you keep me a little longer and away from what's sure to be a boring family dinner with some family friends."

[pageofpenandfables]

@lemonadecabaret

his blue eyes flicker open for a lazy half second, forgetting his place in the back seat of the vehicle their family had rented for the drive up to big bear. it astounded landon more than anything, they made the same drive each year, at the same time to the same cabin, and yet they still managed to underestimate the amount of shit everyone brings; leaving his lap as the spare seat - because why wouldn't he want to spend a 4 and a 1/2 hour drive with cherry on his lap? an argument he couldn't make to their parents while loading in, but that exact reason was far too close to making itself known. the slight shifting on his lap jolts landon up entirely, his eyes shooting open as he sits up, hands dropping to the indent on each of her sides to hold her in place as he attempts to subtly adjust himself before letting her settle back.

"isn't is supposed to be some sort of rule that if you fall asleep on the road, you wake up at your destination..." his groggy voice mumbled out, slouching in against her back and letting his arms drape over her thighs, letting himself fall into a much more natural demeanor thinking he'd had himself uncontrol, and in the clear, ignoring how warm she felt against him and how pent up he'd actually become over break and this little trip home to the family. "you shouldn't have let me wake up yet, i'm blaming you." he smirked against her shoulder, giving the outside of her knees a playful pinch. "nothing left to do but bother you, it seems."

[isles-of-man]

There had been strange happenings as of late; different than the activity and much stranger than Iain would have expected. His charge; the slayer he had been sent to be in overseeing was more inquisitive of the past history of relationships between watcher and slayer that he knew of but kept her at a distance to discover. It was outdated but she was curious enough that he thought no harm in her knowing if she truly wanted to keep herself studied on the job she was made to perform for the council. It was his job to serve her for a place of training but this was never what he had in mind. She had already begun to be treated differently than the others before her.

At his insistence, she was able to be given a life outside of her duties as a slayer when she had been missed in her discovery as a potential. He entered her life not too many many months ago and began to teach her; to hone and keep her alive. She had excelled in her lessons since then. She had even prodded for more. And so, he took a few diaries from his collection with an advisement to keep her mind open to the writings inside. He had left her with that as she returned to her dwellings where he decided take to his own research for the evening.

As he sat at home he wondered if she would even be surprised by it all. The entries of watchers and slayers; becoming sexual partners and some long-term into a type of relationship. An old time where it was not uncommon for it but they were descriptive in that he’d find himself getting lost in it himself. It was not a surprise for him to even be affected the same; being tied to the job itself didn’t lend him much to survive any relationship of his own. He thought of his slayer and wondered if she thought of it after reading; if she found interest in him. She was attractive. He thought she was a beautiful and wouldn’t deny her that.

He may lived a life like a priest; without sexual gratification but he wasn’t without the sin of thinking of such things. At times he found himself thinking of her as she was the most constant woman in his life. Other times, seeking in images elsewhere when he was lonely. Of course, she never knew of that at all when he had hidden himself well to remain mannered in his own training. He sighed, looking at the clock at the shake of his head to get away from his daydreaming and messaged her for a training session at his home. Iain hoped that she had taken care of those diaries and returned them in similar condition as well.

@lemonadecabaret

[fcundaticnsofdecay]

status: closed

pairing: elijah & cherry

with: @lemonadecabaret

word had spread about him since he had shown up in the little hick town. truly he had only come there to do some research for a new novel. that was what he had told everyone, at first, that was true. that was before he had attended a sunday service and his eyes had landed on her. cherry, the little redhead, who refused to leave his mind. he thought the fascination was harmless or that was what he told himself. that was before he found himself following her around town. due to his subject matter it had been almost laughably easy to figure out how to get into her bedroom. he had started to become more daring, leaving signs he was there. he had even started to leave little gifts but never notes. that sunday he was seated in his usual spot in the back pew but his eyes were firmly fixated on the preacher's daughter. he had no idea what she thought of what was happening but she clearly hadn't told anyone. he couldn't help but smirk when he realized that the necklace he had left for her, was around her neck. he had been watching as the service ended and soon he was joining the line of people going to say goodbye to the preacher and his family. his gaze going towards cherry after he shook hands with her father. only to take her hand into his next, firmly gripping it," good to see you," he breathed," is that a new necklace? gift from a boyfriend, perhaps?"

[mineforfree]

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[ 14. ff ]       the whimper that came out of rose was not something she had ever heard come from her own lips. or anyone's lips, for that matter. her legs were spread impossibly apart, and she was happily taking the silicone length with each thrust. she had run into alecto, admitting the small crush she had when they were in school together and rose was more than willing to offer herself up to the witch. she hadn't expected this, but with each addition to what the blonde brought her, rose was begging for more. "y-you're going to make me c-cum again," she shuddered out, back arching and her hips writhing in the air, muscles twitching.

@lemonadecabaret

[satinssheets]

Closed for @lemonadecabaret Lily & Remus

Frank Sinatra bellowed from the record player as aromas from the dinner Lily was preparing wafted from the kitchen, and if she closed her eyes she could almost imagine she was in her childhood home, safe and loved, without a care in the world. Back when Petunia would giggle beside her as they watched their father twirl their mother around in the kitchen, and she would hope to have a marriage just like theirs. There was entirely too much food for just two people, but Lily had been intent on making everything her mother had for Sunday roast, aided only by cookbooks and memories of all the time's she'd helped as a girl. "Dinner's ready, my sweets!" Lily called, still wearing a frilly apron over her dress as she leaned across the table to fill two goblets with wine. Hearing the first few notes of The Way You Look Tonight, she paused for a moment, a dreamy look glazing over sparkling green eyes. "Dance with me?" A wide grin dimpled her cheeks as she offered out her hand, wanting to keep pretending that all was right in the world just a little longer.

[silvrmoon]

kyle shouldn't be here. he can think of a dozen reasons why sharing the space with the redhead was a bad idea, yet, he can't bring himself to leave. " just tell me that you don't feel what i do," he begins, gesturing to the air between them. " tell me that you don't want to kiss me and i'll leave. i'll leave you alone, for good." or at least, as alone as he possibly could considering that they lived in the same house, much to his displeasure. he still couldn't stand her father, or the way he seemed to order her around. " just be honest with me." / @lemonadecabaret ♥ based on.

[hedonistiics]

STARTER FOR: @lemonadecabaret

PLOTLINE: some good ol' forbidden step sibling fun

MUSE: phoenix armstrong ( lucien laviscount fc )

phoenix slowly crept into her bedroom wearing just his boxers and moved to get into the bed behind her, attempting to not wake her up just yet. for all intents and purposes they were siblings, yet most people believed them to dislike each other. there had been instances where things had turned hot and heavy between them, but they always went back to hateful bickering afterwards. so when she had showed up at his door begging for a place to stay, he had allowed her inside despite his confusion. they hadn't seen each other in months and hadn't exactly left things on good terms. "shhh," he hushed when he felt her slowly waking up. phoenix's hand rested on her hip, caressing the naked skin shortly before he moved it down her front, making his intentions clear by toying with the elastic of her underwear, "you showing up here, just reminded me how much i fucking want you," he admitted into the darkness, his lips coming down at the side of her neck. "i couldn't sleep knowing you were in here," he admitted and nibbed at her lobe, "tell me you've missed this as much as i have you."

[misaligncd]

status: closed

based: linked in source

with: @lemonadecabaret

alma had always known that she was utterly foolish. she had always longed to have a better life, to have more. she had prayed that a marriage would be her way for that. her hopes had been pinned on a man who she had thought felt the same. he had scorned her for another, in front of everyone. all of her life she had been called a dreamer but it felt like it all had slipped away.

she had sought refuge behind the curtains in order to attempt to pull herself together. the last thing that she wanted to do was add to her humiliation. she hadn't realized her brother had witnessed it, let alone would come to her side. she hadn't wanted to hear any taunts as tears slid down her face. instead he was grasping at her chin, attempting to comfort her.

she barely realized that his lips were brushing against her own. her hands were trembling as she stared at him through her tears," you're the only one who cares-who understands me." she wasn't sure what had come over her as she pulled him into another kiss," take me away from this place."

[fcundaticnsofdecay]

status: closed

pairing: hayden & abraham

with: @lemonadecabaret

it was supposed to be a "family" trip or that was what her mother had said. it was the reason that she had been forced to give up plans she had made with her friends weeks ago. apparently her mother had decided to spend some of abraham's hard earned money by renting a yacht for a week. hayden didn't understand why she needed to go with but she was told she was going. it helped that she didn't have any classes the following week. apparently there was some sort of conflict last minute for her mother who still insisted the two of them go. suddenly the trip didn't seem like that bad of an idea. especially since it meant she got time alone with her daddy. she found herself sitting in the back of the boat, merely enjoying the breeze. her bags had been brought into the master suite, no questions asked. she was staring out at the ocean as she realized abraham was joining her. a smile appeared as he lowered himself beside her," this might actually be perfect," she whispered," i get to be all yours for the next seven days."

[satinssheets]

Closed starter for @lemonadecabaret

Marlene McKinnon's fearlessness often erred on the side of recklessness, at least that's what McGonagall repeatedly admonished to her during her school days. Her former head of house had also hoped Marlene would grow out of it, hopefully she wasn't holding her breath. It was late when the blonde quietly crept out of the inn that was serving as her temporary residence, cheeks still tinged pink from the firewhiskey she'd consumed before ambling off into the night. Wand tucked into the sleeve of her coat, she quickly drew it the moment she heard footsteps following hers. "Wouldn't think it wise to creep up on a girl who could hex you back into the dark ages," Marlene remarked, wearing an unamused smirk as she spun around, hardly surprised to see him. Blue eyes darted around to make sure they were alone. "We've got to stop meeting like this."

[misaligncd]

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he had only meant to let it happen, once. after all luciano had done quite a few questionable things. what he had done to her was by the far the worst. he doubted she would ever look at him the way he wanted. let alone, give him what he wanted. desperate times called for desperate measures. he had never imagined that he would end up getting her pregnant. though there was no denying how much he loved seeing her stomach swell, knowing it was his child growing inside of her. of course he knew that she felt like she was losing her mind.

she had told anyone who would listen that it wasn't possible, that she hadn't slept with anyone. if he hadn't been so damn greedy, he might have felt horrible. though now that he had started, he couldn't stop. it had become his nightly routine, sneaking into her apartment to see her. he didn't understand how she could be so foolish, so stupid, to not get the broken window in her bathroom fixed.

it was only a matter of time before he found himself driving into her. his hands braced above her head as he stared down at her. he longed to move faster, just once. he didn't think, couldn't stop himself as he gave a powerful thrust, followed by another. suddenly he realized she had started to rouse. instantly he clapped his hand over her mouth as her eyes snapped open," sh, sh, it's okay, you're okay," he told her," just fucking take it like you have been for months." he couldn't bring himself to stop, her cunt was just so perfect," you are just so fucking perfect, i had to have you-fuck-you need me to keep you safe, keep our baby safe, sweetheart."

[wickedlvst]

starter call. closed for @lemonadecabaret based on (x)

he really shouldn't have gone out tonight. shouldn't have had that fourth glass of whiskey. shouldn't have used the chance of his wife being out of town with their youngest to visit a few colleges to revisit the glorious old days of not having any responsibility, of living his fullest life as an almost rockstar before one ripped condom turned his girlfriend into his wife and dreams into a respectable, admittedly successful, career in banking. but then again, who could have expected one of his daughter's friends to meet him behind a - for his normal taste - far too seedy bar when contacting a drug dealer one of his looser acquaintances recommended when asked where he could buy something a little more fun?

and he most certainly shouldn't have asked her to join him in a motel close by, any ideas of morality and reason seemingly completely thrown out of the window tonight. oh how he wishes he could only blame it on the liquor. he still can't believe star actually said yes.

"you're going to be the death of me", richard mutters, eyes taking in her gorgeous form that's still too heavily dressed for his liking. a bag of pills lies on the bed, for the moment forgotten as her presence is a more potent drug than anything else he's ever taken before. "are you really sure about this?" as hard - impossible - as it'd be for him to pull the brakes right now, he doesn't want to push her to do anything she isn't comfortable with, the age difference all to present in his mind.

[dreamgrlevl]

The sharp thrust of his finger inside draws a cry of pleasured pain from the raven haired girl, tears springing to her eyes as they snapped back to where the demon hovered above her. The red dress was ripped to shreds moments later, and it leaves the girl utterly exposed and feeling more vulnerable than she had been feeling mere moments prior. Her gaze doesn't leave him this time, her body tensing when she feels him pressing another digit into her virgin cunt. Mia cries out, back arching off of the altar she's bound to, her mind spinning as he draws more pleasure out of her.

The sinful sounds coming from her are a stark contrast to the horror he's inflicting on the others in the room. He reminds her that this is what she wanted, and she can't deny it. She's the one that set the terms, he's merely collecting his due. Mia trembles beneath him, the adrenaline making her fear and lust into an intoxicating mix of emotions. Still, she's not sure her body can handle it, his fingers feel like they barely fit. "Please...please it's t-too much," she whines, squirming against the intrusion of his digits, though her body betrays her as her arousal only continues to coat the demons clawed fingers as they explore her.

A gravelly chuckle escapes the demon prince when his little prize begins to fuck herself against his monstrous claw, chasing that high that only fear and adrenaline can truly offer. She's dripping for him now, the thick smell of her arousal intoxicating him with its potency. "A virgin and a slut," he praises against her mouth with a wicked grin. "What a conundrum you are, Precious. I'm going to enjoy tearing you apart." A sharper thrust is offered into her uncharted cunt this time, wrist snapping harshly. It's a punishment, perhaps, for the sudden loss of her attention from his magnificence. Belial's free hand claws at the material of her pretty red dress, fisting it between his giant fingers before tearing it mercilessly from her slight little body.

"Tsk, tsk, my pretty pretty. Eyes on me," he commands brusquely, allowing the sharp point of his thumb to taunt the underside of her chin and his fingers to wrap around her fine throat even as he continues his ruthless assault on her tight pussy. Another claw joins the one in her cunt, stretching her tight walls without mercy. This is nothing compared to how his cock is going to feel, thick and straining as it is in the liminal space between them. "Each and every one of them, they're already fucked ― just as you wished it. Your boy over this is little better than furniture." He inhales sharply, snarling at just how fucking thick her arousal is and the effect it's having on him. Another series of cries fill the room, violence punctuating the dark turn of his own primal needs.

[fcundaticnsofdecay]

status: closed

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"are you telling me no?" asked anton, unable to help himself. he knew that she wouldn't want anyone to walk in and see them. he knew that the house was filled with people but he truly did not care. he was turning her around to face the sink, pushing her forward. he knew that she wouldn't want her friends to see her being used in such a way. he was smirking as he reached to pull her skirt down," i told you this is happening right now piccolo." he wanted to see if she would deny him but he doubted it, she was smarter that some people gave her credit for. his movements were rough as he yanked her skirt down followed by her panties. truly he didn't care about ripping any of the fabric.