#the return of the silhouette edits

[tilions]

→ elros & elrond — the first king of númenor and the lord of the last homely house

#elros tar minyatur #elros #elrond #elrond peredhel #elrond and elros #my art #my edit #tolkien #silmarillion #lotr #silm #the lord of the rings #the hobbit #✨ mine #i had feelings about them again #SO MANY FEELINGS #so here we are #the return of the silhouette edits #retro arda #(i guess we're reviving that tag lol)

[auroreliis]

Platonic Yandere!Batfam

Summary: The Batfamily wants to spend time with you, so they force you to watch a film with them.

CW: no warnings

(slightly edited; not proofread)

The sound of keyboard clatter filled the room as your eyes stayed glued to the screen in front of you. Its luminescence stung at your eyes, yet you chose to disregard the uncomfortable sensation, instead opting to blink the dryness away. You were too desperate to distract yourself with video games to notice the tall figure entering your room. You only realized your bedroom door had even been opened when the light from the hallway hit the wall in front of you. The sudden illumination of your room had caught your attention as your heart skipped a few beats. You didn't hear a thing. How were they always so quiet? You glanced at the large shadow cast by whoever entered the room. After briefly scanning over the muscular silhouette you narrowed it down to two people: Jason or Bruce. The fact that anyone bothered you at all was bad enough so you chose to shift your focus back onto the bright screen and pretend you didn't notice how much brighter your previously dark room had gotten.

You were almost convinced that it had worked, when you were suddenly proven wrong. "Your siblings want to watch a film. I figured you should also be invited. Perhaps this way you can spend more time with them", a deep voice spoke. It was Bruce. Your face scrunched up immediately. You did not like that suggestion. Your fingers rested on the keyboard while you were trying to come up with a response. He definitely knew you were avoiding them. You had stopped being completely disobedient, but you did vanish from sight whenever you had the chance to. Declining the offer was what first came to mind, but deep down you knew it wasn't really an offer. Even if you refused, they would drag you down to the living room, you could cry, kick and scream all you want, but there was no escaping their suffocating embraces. So you agreed, albeit begrudgingly. Seemingly satisfied with your reply he smiled at you and gestured towards the hallway, waiting for you to exit your room.

His hand was placed on your shoulder the whole trip to the living room. You wanted to complain about it, but he would need to hear a really good excuse to oblige and you couldn't think of anything other than "It feels restricting", so you chose to keep your mouth shut and endure it. You didn't even need to enter the living room to hear the chaos coming from inside. You couldn't make out a lot of words, as most of the sounds were just screaming, but you did come to the conclusion that they simply had troubles choosing a film to watch. You stopped abruptly, causing Bruce to turn to you and ask, "Is everything okay? Are they too loud? Wait here, I'll tell them to quiet down." With that he left, only to return shortly after, guiding you to the large room. They didn't seem to pay much attention to your appearance until Damian spoke, "I'm sitting next to them!"

Immediately you were dragged to the middle of the sofa, where you were currently sandwiched between Jason and Dick. "Not fair! You sat next to them last time, too!" said Tim, who was clearly not happy with being seated away from you. "Well, I sat down first. Maybe if you had been quicker, you would've gotten this spot", Jason retorted. "Let's not fight, there will always be a next time!" said Dick happily, as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You slightly cringed at the contact before a groan reminded you of the ongoing argument between the siblings. "That's easy for you to say. You sit next to them every time", Tim spoke again, not wanting to lose the argument. "Yes. It's my turn to sit next to them" added Damian. Before the dispute could evolve, Bruce spoke and reminded everyone that this was supposed to be a calm Movie Night. After that, they all managed to shut up.

Tim, after bitterly sitting down next to Jason, asked what kind of film you should watch and the next dilemma ensued: Jason desperately wanted to watch a scary film, claiming that he wanted to see you scared. Dick, on the other hand, was very eager to watch a lighthearted, family-friendly film. Both Damian and Jason were not pleased with that suggestion. It took Bruce intervening once again for the Movie Night to proceed. Jason, in control of the remote, turned on a scary film and didn't let anyone complain.

Much to your dismay, the film was full of jump-scares, unnerving scenes, gore and violence. Before you knew it, you were clinging to Jason and Dick out of fear. Every now and then you glanced away from the television, only to see a smug grin adorning Jason's face, as he pulled you closer to himself. Dick, conversely, wore an expression of distress after noticing how tightly you were gripping his arms. You failed to notice how bitter Tim and Damian looked after not being able to sit next to you. Bruce was also a bit disappointed, but he didn't let that show.

The film ended and the screen faded to black. They turned the lights on and you were left there, paralyzed by fear. Jason, wanting to appear like a kind older brother, offered to let you sleep in his room for the night (or longer, if you wanted to). Although you were scared, you declined. You almost missed how all the others exhaled in relief. There was no way you would be caught accepting their affection, especially not when it was Jason. He would most certainly tease you and your leftover pride would most certainly shatter.

So here you were, laying in your bed with your back pressed against the mattress in order to have a clear view of any possible attackers. It had been a few hours since you first tried to fall asleep. The film you watched with your family shook you to your core. The gore filled scenes replayed in your mind all night long until you decided that this was futile.

Getting out of bed, you slipped on your slightly oversized slippers and made your way into the hall. Now it was time to decide whose door you would knock on. Although you really didn't want to admit it, you were scared and tired, so you contemplated your choices.

You could go to Dick's room, but you would need to prepare yourself accordingly. You wouldn't be able to drink anything, because once he had you in his grasp, he definitely wouldn't let you go for a bathroom break. You would also need to prepare yourself to be throw around like a sack of potatoes, because that guy cannot sleep in one position for the whole night. Overall, not worth it.

Jason was an option, but not the best choice. The only reason you watched a scary film in the first place, was because he wanted you to seek his protection and the only reason you didn't want to let him have that was spite. Besides, he was already smug enough, no need to add fuel to an explosion. Hard pass.

Tim is...probably the best option. He's sly enough to know not to tease you too much and can also resist being clingy most of the time. Your only concern was that he would still be up at this time.

And then there was Damian. He wasn't weak per se, but clinging to a twelve year old somehow hurt your pride more than clinging to Jason.

Tim it is.

Making your way to Tim's room was much more uncomfortable than you expected. You kept looking over you shoulder, not being able to escape the feeling of being watched. By the time you were in front of Tim's door, you had almost been sprinting.

You were about to knock on the door when a very enthusiastic Tim opened it and all but dragged you inside. You were pushed onto the bed and told to make yourself comfortable. He swiftly turned off all his devices and joined you.

It took you a few minutes to process the situation you were in, since his actions had been so fast. You were in Tim's bed. His chest was pressed against your back. His arms were wrapped securely around your waist and his face was tickling the back of your neck.

Not what you would consider ideal circumstances, but at least you knew he would keep this a secret between the two of you, right?

#dick grayson #yandere dick grayson #jason todd #yandere jason todd #tim drake #yandere tim drake #damian wayne #yandere damian wayne #bruce wayne #yandere bruce wayne #yandere batfam #platonic batfam #platonic yandere #dc comics #batfam #x reader

[hopesangelsprite]

So Anxious

Summary: It's strange, the things you make Illumi feel, so strange that he keeps his distance from you almost constantly. After a long day, though, he can't help but crave that strange, inebriating feeling.

Warnings: heavy petting, whipped/needy/pervy Illumi (possibly OOC), suggested smut, no editing, mentions of death/blood/etc. (yk just normal Illumi tingz).

MINORS/AGELESS ACCS DNI

It wasn't normal for the eldest Zoldyck son to feel fickle emotions such as anxiety or stress. Hell, it was hard for him to feel anything at all, and if his father caught wind of these developing feelings there'd be Hell to pay. That didn't stop the irregular beating of Illumi's heart as he calmly drove a pin deeper into the skull of his latest unlucky target. He was an older fellow and, from what Illumi had read, a crooked politician. That didn't matter to him, of course. The only thing bothering Illumi at the moment were memories of your arms around him, memories of the softness of your skin.

A frustrated growl escaped the slender male's chest as he drove the golden pin deeper than he should've thus ending the poor old man's life. Disgust painted its way across Illumi's features as he staired at the now lifeless corpse below him. He'd meant to keep him around a little bit longer.

"Hm? Dead already? Don't tell me you're losing your touch!", came the grating voice of his killing companion, Hisoka Morrow. Usually, Illumi let his distaste for the brightly colored clown settle in the back of his mind, but today was different. Today, he was high strung and ready to brutally murder the aforementioned male. Illumi directed a particularly sharp pin in Hisoka's general vicinity. "I'll kill you. Right here, right now.", he hissed earning an unfazed stare in return. "You've used that threat too many times for it to be affective.", the clown muttered while kicking the corpse into a nearby body bag, "Seriously, what's gotten into you? You've been acting weird all day and it's creeping me out.".

Illumi glared at the back of Hisoka's head and considered how much effort it'd take to remove it completely. After a second of thought, he deemed it a waste of his time and checked the time on his phone. The numbers '1:38 am' glowed from the screen almost tauntingly. If he was going to make it to your bed tonight, he'd have to leave now.

The dark-haired male looked up and found himself face to face with his mischievous counterpart. After seeing how long he'd stared into his screen, Hisoka could just about read Illumi's mind. "Go ahead then, loverboy, I'll take care of this old geezer. Don't keep your little lady waiting! ~". A nod was all Illumi could muster as he began sprinting back toward the city. Before he was out of earshot, he could make out Hisoka yelling something about meeting you some time in the future.

"Over your dead body.", Illumi thought as he caught sight of the glittering horizon. There was no way Hisoka would ever live to see the day that Illumi would allow something of his to be tainted by his presence.

Ten minutes.

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That's how long it took for Illumi to make it to the outside of your windowsill. Now, as he sat perched on the stone ledge jutting out of the building, he wondered if he should just suffer through the night and contact you in the morning. Consideration was another new thing Illumi found himself struggling with after you'd wormed your way into his life.

Just as he prepared to drop from the sill, he caught sight of your silhouette entering the room. His breath caught in his throat as he watched you stretch from behind your silvery curtains. All previous thoughts of leaving exited Illumi's mind and other... explicit ones began to make his head swim with need. Slowly, the assassin brought a bloodied hand to your window and began tapping incessantly. It didn't take long for your figure to still and cautiously approach the window. The closer you got, the more he found himself leaning into the cold glass. If you didn't open it soon, he wouldn't mind breaking in...

To say he wasn't amused at the brief flash of fear in your eyes when you finally got the courage to open your curtains would be a lie. When you finally slowed the beating of your heart and opened the window, Illumi was in the room before the glass was fully open. "I'm home.", he breathed out into the warm, vanilla scented room. You leaned forward a little to shut the window, not missing the blood and earth littering his skin and clothes. "I can see that...", you hummed with an eyeroll, "I almost pushed your ass out of that window.". Illumi let the threat slip through one ear and out the other as he took in your smaller frame. You'd happen to wear those dainty little pajamas he'd bought you not too long ago; the ones with the thin top and shorts just barely long enough to keep you warm at night.

The only thing that should be keeping your warm at night was him.

His eyes followed your figure as you rummaged through your closet for a second. "Here, take these.", you started while throwing him a pair of his joggers and underwear he'd left and directed him toward your bathroom, "I'll be here when you're finished". Illumi stood there for a moment and let his eyes trace your form before stalking off toward the bathroom. The quicker he was clean, the faster he could indulge himself in your presence. He wanted to lie and say that he was using you for some sort of personal gain, wanted to say you were a pawn in one of his many games. He couldn't though... not when he could feel the ice thawing in his chest when you held him close, not when your hands made him as weak as they did.

As the warm water washed the filth from his skin, any traces of the strength his father had instilled in him washed away with it. All thoughts left his mind as he breathed in your scent through clouds of steam.

When he finally finished showering and dressing, he crept toward your room door silently. He watched as you scrolled through your phone unaware of his prying eyes. Suddenly, your eyes met his and you sat up with a smile, curls falling into your face. "Don't just stand there, idiot! Come here and let me take care of you.", you beckoned. One second Illumi was at the edge of your doorframe and the next he was settled between your plush thighs. His eyes closed as you whispered sweet nothings into air while drying his hair with the towel he'd subconsciously brought to you. If you were to kill him now, he wouldn't mind in the slightest. It'd only be fitting considering how weak you'd managed to make him by simply existing.

"I've killed for you... and I'll do it again.", he whispered into your skin. It was a truth he would usually leave unspoken, a truth you'd suspected long before its uttering. "I know, pretty boy, I know.", you hummed softly while tossing the towel into an unknown corner.

"I want to consume you. All of you will be mine and there's nothing you can do to stop me.", he purred as you held his face close to yours and peppered it with cocoa butter scented kisses. "I know, pretty boy, I know.", you breathed just before your lips locked with his.

The kiss lasted a lot longer than the ones he'd dealt you in the past. This one was filled with unsatiable hunger, it was filled with greed. Illumi rose to cage you underneath him and let his lips roam every inch of your skin available to him. He listened to your breathing change, and he knew he had you where he wanted you. Carefully, with lips and teeth etching praises into your neck, he pressed your thighs against your chest and your ankles on his shoulders. Somewhere in the back of his mind he registered the tinkling sound of the anklets he'd had designed specifically for you and his sweats became too tight for comfort.

Illumi broke away from the intoxicating taste of your skin and sat back to assess the damage he'd caused. You were a sight to behold; brown skin littered with hickeys, unshed tears prickling at your lash line, and clothes barely covering your body. Illumi wanted nothing more than to make those tears fall from your eyes and rid your body of the fabric separating your skin from his. Still, consideration nipped at the back of his mind as he observed the tiredness in your eyes as well. He'd been thinking too long, apparently, because your hands were back on his face pulling him in for another long kiss.

Illumi decided that he'd send you off to sleep with a treat.

A muffled gasp fell from your lips onto his as he snaked a hand between your bodies and began toying with you through your shorts. To his surprise, and delight, they were the only thing between his hand and that sensitive spot he liked to abuse. Illumi drank in the broken whimpers and moans you offered him with unabashed fervor. Soon, his lips wandered blessing his ears with the sweet sounds of your pleas. He found himself licking a long stripe up from the base of your neck to a sensitive spot he'd discovered not too long ago.

Illumi practically purred at the feeling of your nails drawing patterns into the skin of his back that would undoubtedly be left for him to see in the morning. "If anyone ever tries to take you from me, I'll kill them. Mine... all mine.. only mine.", he whispered into ear as he felt your thighs quiver on either side of him, "That's it, sweet thing. Come for me, I know you can do it. Make me proud.". As you came, tears slipping down your cheeks, Illumi almost came undone at the sight.

Curtains of long, raven-colored hair surrounded you, allowing your eyes to be trained on the dark ones peering down at you with a twisted look of love and warmth. As your consciousness slowly ebbed away, the comforting weight of Illumi's body on top of yours lulled you into a sense of security. Illumi watched you fall asleep as he removed his hand from between your thighs and shut his own eyes. He ignored the twitching in his pants as he too lost consciousness. It didn't bother him that he was falling asleep unsatisfied.

He'd simply have his fill of you in the morning.

#ambw #illumi x reader #illumi zoldyck #hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh smut #hxh illumi #illumi smut #anime #anime smut #hxh au #smut #hunter x hunter fanart #illumi headcanons

[buckysegan]

"When you're in love, my how they fly."

Summary: John finds a different source of comfort when he returns from his leave in London. John x She. Word Count: 1.8k A/N: The ideas for this have been in my head since I watched the episode and I needed to share them. No Beta edits. Curvy FMC implied. Angst all around.

She wished that she could be surprised by the empty space she found as her hand moved to reach for the Major she had fallen asleep with. It was cold to, the space where he had been as if he had been gone a while now but it didn't take her eyes long to find where he'd wondered too. Eyes flicked across to the only other bunk in the room, the one that until yesterday, Buck had slept in. Now it held her John, sifting through the locker of things that he'd likely have to take back in the morning.

She had known something was wrong the second another nurse had come flying onto the ward to say that Bucky was back early. Whilst she might not have known him long, she knew how much he'd needed that rest and there was only one person that would drag him back to base quickly.

Hearing the news he was back, the med bay was the first place she had looked. She hadn't been on yesterday when the boys had landed back and whislt she knew there were few of them she had been almost certain that Buck Clevan would have been one of them. He was Gale, he was the steady guiding light for most of them, for her Bucky, he had to come home.

If Buck wasn't here though? That meant he wasn't hurt and if he wasn't hurt? Pausing she took a slow swallow to clear the lump at her throat, hands reaching to check her curls were still pinned in place like the rush of emotions would have suddenly dishevelled her some how. No, no, no. She needed to find John. There wasn't a chance he would be letting out the emotions no doubt tearing through him out in front of the boys. That wasn't Bucky and right now he wasn't Bucky, he was John Egan and his heart was slowly breaking.

The walk to the hanger was a lone one, cold too given her nurses uniform and she prayed he was there or she was going to be even colder on her walk back. She was lucky though, the sight of the jeep allowing a wave of relief to roll over her, it could have been Kenny doing some work but she knew it was John, the hatch of the plane down, the silhouette in the pilots seat, it was her John.

"Bucky?" She called quietly, there wasn't a chance in hell she'd have been able to pull herself through the hatch. All the times she had been up before John had lifted her in and out despite her claims that she was too heavy. Now all she could do was hope he could hear her from her under plane. "John it's me."

The whispered 'fuck' hit her first and were she not so worried about him she might have laughed, but all she could do was press her lips together in concern, biting at the lower as she listened to the clambering of her pilot moving down the meet her, the scowl on his face a clear indication that he wasn't happy.

"What are you doing here?" There was a sway to his step as he landed in front of her and a slur to his words but he was no less beautiful, even with pain etched into his face. Before she could even muster up an answer he seemed to note the slight shiver you had developed, his scowl deepening. "You're going to catch a chill, baby." Baby. He used the word so softly, with such fondness despite the fact he had never touched her.

'You're too good for a man like me baby.' That was what he had always claimed despite being the best she had ever met. Like right now, as the warmth of his sheep skin wrapped around her and the smell of him hit her nose. Major John Egan had won her heart a long time ago now, in the nights they had stayed up talking when he had eventually returned from the local pub, before Buck had gotten here. It was in those hours she had realised falling for this man had been an inevitability the second she had locked her eyes with his blue ones.

Still staring up at him trying to figure out the level of his hurt, Bucky sighed at her given she still hadn't answered him. "Did you walk out here? What on gods earth were you thinkin'?"

"They said you were back and I...I wanted to find you. To check on you, we should get you back to base John." The concern laced in her words was obvious as Bucky let his gaze soften ever so slightly. It was too much of an effort to resist her anyway. "You didn't need to come, I'm fine but lets get you back before you freeze and Monroe has your ass for being away from the hospital for this long." Bucky groaned and she couldn't help but groan back at him in return. Of course he was going to try and take care of her, like he'd take care of everyone else, even if the heart break he felt was written all over his face.

"I'll deal with him Bucky I just...let me help, I heard and I'm, I'm so sorry John." Who had been the brave soul to tell him she didn't know because her voice cracked just trying to get through her condolences. The look on his face would have been enough to break anyone though, she could see it, every inch of him was covered in his pain.

He mustn't have wanted her pity though, because he was quick to sling his arms over her shoulder, offer her what she knew was a fake smile. "Don't worry about it. I don't even feel it." Then he kissed her. It wasn't the sweet kiss that she had always imagined him capable of, it was a desperate kiss, one that begged her not to make him talk about it, one that needed her to feel something other than pain.

That was how she had ended up here, wrapped up in white sheets, memories of where his lips had trailed over her skin still tingling, the laughs they had shared as he pulled her into the jeep without letting go of her now cemented in her head. The quiet certainties that he had offered her as he checked that she was sure whilst sneaking her into the bunk with him now felt like they were a life time ago. The man that had managed to find a few restful hours of sleep in her arms was gone now.

Watching him where he sat on Buck's bunk, she wondered what she could give him right now, what he needed. But always her Bucky, it didn't take long for him to glance her way, like he could sense her gaze on him, shifting in his seat as he put down the letters he had been sifting through. "I need to get this sent back to Marge." She had never met her, but she had heard plenty to know Bucky was fond of her. "They wanted to take it this morning, but I feel like if I let them ship his locker, then I'm saying he's really gone you know?"

Moving from the bed with sheets still tucked around her, all she could do was wrap herself around his side, chin resting on his shoulder so that she could see the contents he was looking at. "Maybe you wait, till you do the next mission, when you come back maybe then you'll know what to do?" How he would ever begin to let his best friend go, she didn't know. Over the course of the weeks that they had been here she had watched them, seen just how close the two boys were, how anyone was meant to just accept that was gone? Her heart hurt at the thought.

"You fly today right?" Bucky gave her a nod. She had wanted to ask last night, when they had been fighting sleep, but she'd had her suspicions then. Before the sun had even begun to rise, someone would come for him again and he would lead another mission. The wait for him to return would start all over again only this time he'd know he was taking her heart with him.

He was still so quiet as he ruffled through some of the things, the odd huff leaving him but none of the usual bravado, none of the jokes or the charm that make him Bucky. "Come lay with me. I'll take care of this whilst you're gone, I promise." She offered him, because none of this could be doing him any good. All it could do was hurt him even more. Despite his size that always managed to make her feel small unlike most of the other pilots around here, when she tugged on his shoulders he came willingly, following her back to his bunk. Bucky tucked himself into her like she was the only thing that might keep him afloat, arms wrapped around her tight, legs locked in together. Were he not so desperate just to commit her fact to memory he would have laid his head out on her chest but instead they laid nose to nose. "I think I feel it baby." His words were so quiet, she might have thought she was making them up had she not been so locked in on him.

"Blue skies, smiling at me. Nothing but blue skies, do I see." Letting the hum leave her lips she traced the bridge of his nose, the tears in her eyes matching his. "Bluebirds singing a song, Nothing but bluebirds all day long." They laid like that for hours it seemed, her lulling his tears with her soft hums, her finger alternating between cheeks to wipe his tears. "Never saw the sun shining so bright. Never saw things going so right. Noticing the days hurrying by."

As the sun began to rise, they both knew that he had to move, had to be ready so that no one came looking for him only to find her in there. She offered him a soft kiss with each piece of his uniform he slipped into place. She smoothed out his hair. "Come home to me, John Egan." She made him promise he'd come home to her as he left her with his last kiss and he promised her that he would try. Now he'd had her once, there was no point in hiding he planned on keeping her if he could anyway.

He'd be the first to take off, she knew that. Her hair had been pinned again and her uniform put back in place. She had found reason to be with the ground crew as they all watched the fleet take off, eyes on her, as if Kenny and the other boys knew why she was here today. What she would give to have him here to comfort her now.

"When you're in love, my how they fly."

#masters of the air #mota #john egan x reader #john egan #callum turner

[zapreportsblog]

❝HUSBAND❞

✭ PAIRING : Edward Cullen x Reader

✭ FANDOM : Twilight

✭ SUMMARY : When Edward proposed to Bella he expected her to accept after all they were mates? Right? Wrong! Bella rejected edwards proposal breaking his undead heart in the process, not being able to withstand the aftermath Edward leaves home; only to return 2 years later but this time he’s married?!

✭ AUTHORS NOTE : I already know there is a story on here called the same story with the same cover (on quotev at least) mines had been edited to a clearer form, (again on quotev) that was my old account, (marveluserlovesmarbel again on quotev was my old and very first account) one of my first actually. If I can remember the login information from it I’d log back in and post my stories from their over here but for now enjoy the remake of said story :)

✭ QUOTEV VERSION

✭ CHAPTER ONE : A Proposal in the Flower Field

The warm breeze danced through the lush, sun-kissed meadow, carrying the scent of wildflowers that blanketed the ground in a vibrant tapestry of colors. Edward, his face radiant with anticipation, gazed at Bella, whose 19th birthday was just around the corner. He had planned this moment for weeks, determined to make it the most memorable day of their immortal lives.

"Edward, this is beautiful," Bella said, her eyes shimmering with wonder as she took in the breathtaking scenery. She had no inkling of what was about to transpire.

Edward smiled, his golden eyes alight with love. He guided Bella to a secluded spot in the field, one they had visited countless times, a place filled with memories of their deepest conversations and stolen moments. It was here, among the swaying flowers, that he would make the most important request of his existence.

Bella's heart quickened as she realized the gravity of the moment. She turned to Edward, her breath catching in her throat. "What's going on, Edward?"

He took her hands, his voice trembling with emotion. "Bella, for over a century, I've existed in the shadows, my heart forever frozen in time. You, you're my light, my reason for being. Your love has given my life purpose, a warmth that I never thought possible."

Bella's eyes glistened, tears threatening to spill over. "Edward..."

He dropped to one knee, his hand reaching into his pocket to reveal a glistening diamond ring. "Bella Swan, you are the love of my existence. Will you do me the immeasurable honor of becoming my wife?"

Bella's heart soared as she gazed down at the ring, her eyes meeting Edward's, brimming with adoration. She had imagined this moment so many times, had dreamt of the day he'd ask her to be his forever.

But then, in a soft, trembling voice, she spoke the words that would shatter Edward's immortal heart. "I'm so sorry, Edward."

His golden eyes widened in disbelief, the world around him seeming to slow as he searched her face for understanding. "Bella, what is it? Is something wrong?"

Bella took a step back, her hands trembling. "Edward, you mean the world to me, but I can't say yes. I can't become a vampire, not at this moment in my life. I have so much I want to experience as a human, to grow old with my family. I hope you understand."

Edward remained frozen on one knee, his mind reeling, unable to comprehend the weight of her words. Bella turned and began to walk away, each step an agonizing echo of her decision. She didn't realize that with her 'no,' she'd shattered not just his proposal but his very heart.

Edward watched her silhouette grow smaller in the distance, the vibrant flowers around him now feeling like a painful reminder of his shattered dreams. He remained on one knee, in a heart-wrenching silence, his love for Bella eternal, his heart forever broken.

After what felt like an eternity of just kneeling in the flower field, Edward finally stood and rushed back home, a turbulent whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. Bursting into the house, he didn't utter a word, his face a mask of anguish. Carlisle and Esme, concerned by his disheveled appearance and the raw anguish in his eyes, attempted to get an explanation for his erratic behavior.

"What happened, Edward?" Carlisle asked, his voice tinged with worry.

Edward's eyes burned with anger and heartache. He scoffed bitterly and spat out the words, "She rejected me."

At first, Carlisle and Esme couldn't comprehend what he had just said. It seemed unfathomable that Bella, whom they'd come to love as their own, would refuse Edward's proposal. Edward's frustration boiled over, and he threw a lamp against the wall, shattering it into pieces. Tears of venom welled up in his eyes, and he uttered those devastating words again, but this time with a crestfallen expression, "She rejected me."

Esme rushed to his side, wrapping her arms around him, offering solace in the only way she knew how. Carlisle joined them on the bed, his gaze full of concern. 

Edward, his voice trembling with pain, explained how he had proposed to Bella in the flower field, how he had imagined a life of eternal love, but she had chosen a different path. He couldn't bear to be near her now, the pain too great to endure.

”I…I can’t stay here. Knowing that she’s here. Knowing that I’ll have to see her everyday for the rest of my life.”

Carlisle and Esme exchanged glances, understanding the depth of his despair. "Edward," Carlisle said softly, "you have a place in this home, wherever you choose to go."

Esme added, "You can always come back, and please, promise to call and check in every now and then."

Edward nodded, his gratitude evident in his eyes. With a heavy heart, he bid farewell to his siblings: Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie. Each offered words of support and love as he prepared to depart on his journey, leaving behind a life he had hoped for with Bella. As he stepped out into the night, he knew that he carried with him the weight of a shattered dream and the support of his vampire family, who would always be there for him.

#x reader #x reader one shot #x reader oneshot #x reader series #twilight imagine #twilight imagines #twilight x reader #twilight masterlist #twilight rosalie #twilight alice #twilight esme #twilight bella #twilight edward #twilight #twilight x y/n #twilight x you #husband masterlist #husband series #edward cullen x you #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen imagines #edward cullen imagine #edward cullen #edward cullen x y/n

[unbizzarre]

Barrayaran Uniforms

My laptop’s still broken so it’s been a messing-around-with-gouache-paint weekend! I always draw too small so doing the deatails on this one was rough! 😫

Modern imperial dress greens on the left, and an attempt at vorkosigan house livery on the right (I don’t love how the vorkosigan house one turned out so I’m probably gonna rework it some more before adding anything to the ol’ headcannon)

NOTES ON IMPERIAL DRESS GREENS

-book mentions stiff high uncomfortable collars, forest green color, riding boots and side piping. There should also be two ceremonial swords but I got lazy

- I wanted to put an emphasis on embroidery and hand details in barrayaran fashion in general so I picked side piping a little more intricate and ornate than just a simple stripe

- originally I was put piping across the front like in the reference, but it got too busy and I wanted the chest to be a little simpler that way medals and other stuff would stand out better against the fabric. Plus having fewer fiddly bits helps it feel more sleek and less out of place in space.

Reference photos:

UNIFORM OVER TIME

- Barrayar as a setting has had to basically speedrun 600 years of fashion history as they make the leap from midieval to space-age in a single generation. In order to show the shift in eras I made a little timeline(ish) of the general changes in the uniform silhouette.

- biggest change in the general silhouette is the gradual shortening of the coat/shirt element from calf lengths tabards to thigh length coats to to waist height jackets

- armor and chainmail fall by the wayside, and guns are picked up. Early occupation uniforms eclectic and a hodgepodge of old midieval weaponry + stolen cetegandan ordenance. They are not uniform at all as the barrayaran military is mostly small gorilla outfits with each fighting force cobbled together from the resources at hand. New Uniformity would come with the return of central government and the implementation of infrastructure for mass production. The uniform would probably stay relatively consistant during the conquest of komarr through the pretendership. Another major shift in in uniform style would probably occur during the regency or Gregor’s coronation in reflection of the successful regime change and the continued push towards a more modern barrayar

Here’s some rough outlines:

Reference Collages from photocopies of a fashion history book I picked up from the library a while back. Don’t remember the title. Will edit post when I do Left is Russia (not sure which century). Right is references for occupation fighters pulled from various pages, time periods, and nationalities (Russia, Mongolia, Crete and turkey maybe? Idk) I wrote all the page numbers down on the collage but I returned the book so now they’re useless.

Thanks for reading!

#vorkosigan costume #vorkosigan saga #fanart #fashion history #headcanon #costume design #lois mcmaster bujold

[mashleverse]

Mashle: Magic and Muscles EDITH inc. Collaboration: PUMP UP DINER RETURNS

The diner-themed merch collaboration with EDITH will be back, with E-DINER Ikebukuro and E-ANI Osaka planning to release new items and resell the merchandise set from last year!

Moreover, there will be a second edition of the E-TOON series, featuring characters from the second season! Silhouettes of the characters that will be featured in the upcoming E-TOON series have been released.

Stay tuned for more info!

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[blindmagbrolena]

Ruiner ( m!reader )

18+ 2.8k incubus!homelander x m!reader. bottom homelander, extremely dubious consent, oral, comeplay/eating, riding, dirty talk, tail fucking, mild mindbreak, transformation, possessive behavior, marathon fucking, multiple orgasm, tail oral? mild breathplay, no refractory period.

After weeks of exhaustion, no matter how much sleep you get, you wake to a strange visitor in your bed. In a dark and honied voice, he promises you the pleasures found only in eternity.

m!reader version of this fic. written for monsterlander mania just wanted to ride incubus!HL riding cock and getting cum-drunk. 🖤 thank you so much @homeb0ys for this SICK edit of our incubus boy!

For weeks, your nights have been plagued by a strange restlessness. No matter how early you retire to bed, you wake up heavy and groggy. It’s as if you close your eyes for a second, and then instantly wake twelve hours later, as unrested as ever. By the time you go to bed tonight, you’re nearly in a state of delirium, collapsing atop the covers without bothering to change your clothes.

The sun hasn’t set yet, but your eyes are too heavy to stay awake. Your whole body aches in misery.

“Please, just one… One good night,” you plead, bordering on tears as you curl up, nuzzling into your pillow. You fall asleep almost instantly–as you always do–and pray to anyone or anything willing to listen that this time, you actually rest.

You’re not sure what time it is when you wake. Strangely, it’s still dark out. You can’t remember the last time you woke before the sun rose, too exhausted to imagine it. Your head lolls from one side to the other, seeking out the LED glow of your clock, but you can’t make out the numbers. They’re bleary, and to your misery, you’re still heavy with fatigue.

The weight is more than that, though. You don’t just feel heavy, you feel something upon you. In the dark, you can make out a shadow above you. You trace the silhouette with your eyes, which widen as you see two glowing crimson spheres returning your stare.

“Hey you,” the figure above you purrs in a low voice so deliciously warm and sweet, you swear you taste it on your tongue. “Really did a number on you, didn’t I? You’re just so damn… tasty,” the figure coos, leaning down into the dim light of the moon spilling into your room, allowing you to properly see who is speaking to you.

You see strong features. Pronounced cheekbones, a broad, flat nose bridge, and the second the light hits them, those eerie red eyes shift into a handsome endless blue. His head is topped with a clean sweep of golden blonde hair, and when he tilts it, you see the distinct curve of long, twisting black horns jutting out on either side of it. You feel a scream build in your lungs, but it stays there, tight and unescaping in your chest. You realize you can’t move. You can’t speak.

“But I can admit when I’ve gone overboard, okay? And since you’ve been so good to me, I’m gonna be good to you,” he tells you, dragging a single finger down the line of your throat. It’s clawed, you realize belatedly, and you hear it cut through your clothing as easily as shears through paper.

You try desperately to choke out something, say anything, but it’s as if your throat is being held in an invisible vice lock. You’re shocked you can breathe.

“Shshshhhh,” he hushes, warm hands pulling the shreds of clothing from your body. You know your room is cold, but all you can feel is the heat rolling from the body atop yours like a burning hearth given flesh. “Relax. It’s me. And we’ve had so much fun together, you and I,” he says, leaning down to brush his lips over yours. The contact sparks like a shock of electricity, making you gasp. With that jolt comes a flash of images one after another, the blurry edges of them falling somewhere between memories and dreams only half remembered.

You’ve been here before, felt the lick of this heat against your skin. Your own moans echo in your ears like a cacophony of overlapping instances of self. Every inch of your skin feels hot, like you’ve just been submerged in a scorching bath. Flashes of nights spent in the throes of ecstasy assault your mind, and at the center of it all, a pair of lucent rubied eyes.

“That’s it, see now. See how you’ve been mine all along,” he murmurs, lips brushing the hollow of your throat. His tongue drags a hot trail down your chest, dipping to the side, where he sucks a mark into the swell of your right pec. He pulls away with a soft pop, and kisses his way to your nipple. This time, you can feel the inhuman length of his tongue coiling around the sensitive hard bud like a serpent before you feel the pull of his lips sucking at you.

He takes your opposite pec in his clawed hand and massages it with his palm, coaxing more noises from you, more exquisite pleasure. The miasma of his presence is so overwhelming, you can feel it in the weight of the air. Every breath you take feels heavy in your lungs. Bit by bit every drop of panic drains from you, replaced by sweltering shameless enjoyment. The more you allow it, the better his hands feel. His mouth feels best of all, a wicked thing that makes your skin feel so good it burns.

He uses his knees to spread your legs, and that’s when you feel the touch of something thick between your thighs, dragging up the curve of your ass, curling around your rapidly hardening cock. It moves strangely, with articulate deftness that defies all expectation. You jolt, a moan escaping you as it strokes you.. “What is that?” You rasp, unsure of when you became able to speak again.

“Me,” he tells you, and the feeling disappears. A second later, you see an appendage rise up behind him. A tail, you realize. It’s as black as his horns, long and ridged on the top. The bottom reminds you of the belly of a snake, with smooth scales that layer seamlessly down. You watch, transfixed, as he brings it to his lips and opens wide, taking it into his mouth. You see just a flash of gleaming, sharp fangs. When the tail pulls away, it’s coated in a shiny, thick layer of saliva. 

It disappears, and you feel the pressure of it at your hole now, slowly and somehow painlessly easing you open, his saliva making it unnaturally slick. You feel each and every bump as it slips into you, firm but malleable. You writhe, letting out a jagged moan. You realize you can move when you reflexively grab onto his hair, though the knuckles of your right hand bump his horn. Instinctively, you take hold of his horn, giving it a sharp pull that makes him moan.

He pulls off of your nipple with a wet pop, both of which have grown tender under his attention. “More,” he encourages you, tilting his head to tug against your grasp. You comply, taking both of his horns into your hands and pushing his head down, down, down.

“Good, that’s good,” he growls, claws dragging tantalizing lines down your body, the sharpness of them drawing faint welts on your skin. He grabs your thighs and leans in to tongue the head of your aching cock, pulling another moan from you. “Take, sweetheart. Take as much as you want. Take like I take from you,” he says, words like an inferno breathed on the most sensitive part of you.

You swear you can feel strength returning to your body. Your eyes no longer burn with desire for sleep. For the first time in weeks, you truly feel awake again.

His tail pushes deeper inside you while his impossibly long tongue wraps around the length of your cock. You throw your head back and yank on his horns, back arching. You bounce your hips, fucking yourself down on his tail and up into his mouth. He laughs against you, humming in pure delight at the way you hold him in place, shamelessly using him for your mounting pleasure. The vibrations drive you steadily to the brink.

You feel feverish with need, sweat prickling your skin. His mouth feels silky and hot around you while the ridges of his tail make you writhe with every push and pull. You come hard, clenching down on his tail, legs tightening on either side of his head, yanking his horns hard enough that he makes a shuddering noise of pleasure against you, your cock buried all the way down his throat.

The euphoria is so intense that your vision turns white, but it doesn’t last. The waves fade out, and you’re left breathing heavily, wanting more. Your cock is still almost painfully hard in his mouth.

“More,” you voice immediately, even as your legs shake. He pulls off of you with a slurp and messily licks his lips, swiping his spit from his chin with his thumb before sucking it into his mouth. “I need more,” you say fervently.

He crawls up the length of your body like a stalking tiger, settling his weight overtop of you. He kisses you, licks the taste of sex and cinnamon into your mouth. His tongue curls around yours, pushing almost to the back of your throat. He breaks from you with a ragged breath. “You’ve kept me so well fed. Now it’s my turn to give you everything,” he vows, reaching down between your bodies. 

Your brows furrow, lips parting on a silent cry as you feel him take hold of your cock in a firm grip, and in one slow, continuous slide, welcome you into the tight, wet inferno of his body. He moans, holding you still while he takes every inch of you. 

“Been so fucking perfect for me. Beautiful cock always dripping for me before I even touch you. You want to feel like this forever, don’t you? But why be my pet when you could be my equal, hmm? I can make you like me,” he whispers, punctuating every word with a roll of his hips that brings you a little deeper each time. All the while, he’s still slamming his tail in and out of you. “And we’ll eat, fuck and live how we want for all eternity. Tell me that’s what you want.”

You keen, spreading your legs wider in an attempt to adjust to the girth of his tail. You nod eagerly. The last thing you want to do is leave this exquisite agony behind, return to the mundane monotony of your life beyond this burning perfection. 

“Use your words, sweetheart,” he coos, cupping the side of your face. The sharp claw of his thumb drags across your cheek, barely light enough not to break the skin. He rocks his hips greedily, alternating his pace with the slide of his tail, which only gets thicker the deeper he fucks you. “Before I have to break you… Tell me that you want me to keep you.”

You grip his shoulders, struggling for breath. You feel so unbelievably full as he fucks you, both taking him and taken by him, floating on the overwhelm of sensation, but you’re present enough that his words send a shiver down your spine. “Yes. Yes, I want you to keep me. I want you to be mine forever,” you say, not wanting to lose this again. You don’t want to forget. You don’t want him to stop. You’re addicted to this. To him.

He moans loudly, dipping back down to kiss you. He takes hold of your throat and pulls his tail almost all the way out before driving it hard back in at the same time he bounces on your cock, swallowing up your answering noises while he picks up a punishing pace, pounding you into the mattress hard enough that the whole bed shakes, headboard slamming against the wall.

“Fucking… tight,” he moans as you get closer to another climax, his voice frayed and eager as his tail twists inside you. “I won’t insult you by stopping when you come. I’m going to fuck you until I can taste your come inside me,” he growls, hips snapping harder with each word. The combination of his tight, wet hole and thick tail slamming into you causes the last tether in you to snap, and you’re coming again, dragging your nails up his back while he mercilessly pounds you into the bed. 

He’s just as unrelenting as he promised to be, growling into the crook of your neck. You gasp when he sinks his teeth into your skin, holding you in place and riding you like an animal until he, too, succumbs to his pleasure, his groan muffled into your flesh while a rush of heat splatters over your stomach, ribbons of it reaching all the way up to your chest.

You’re sure that’s the end of it.

You’re wrong.

He doesn’t stop thrusting. His cock is still hard where it bounces against your stomach, his lust insatiable as he grinds down against you. “No breaks for you,” he rasps, lapping at the bite he left at your neck. He dips further down to lick his own come from your chest. “This is your only purpose now.” 

He straightens up, arching his back to take you deeper, sinking his full weight down on you. You hear a noise behind him that sounds like tree branches snapping, and two enormous, leathery black wings unfurl from his back. His eyes glow like burning coals in the darkness. You give a shuddering moan as his tail slides out of you, reappearing over his shoulder.

He brings it right to your lips.

“Open,” he murmurs. You do, parting your lips and welcoming the silky slide of his tail on your tongue. He tastes like salt, sex and warm spices. Your eyelids flutter as you suck, moving your tongue greedily over the tip of it. He bows his forehead back down against your shoulder, moaning in your ear so hungrily that you realize it must feel good to him. You suck harder, and sure enough, he shudders, pinning you down by your shoulders while he fucks himself harder.

“Ffffuck, you’re so fucking good for me. Take me so good, feel so good inside me. Perfect cock for breeding every fucking hole. You’ll give me every drop, won’t you?” His rhythm never falters despite how ruined his own voice sounds. He pushes his tail deeper into your mouth, fucks your throat the same way he fucks himself on your cock, making it hard to breathe.

He comes again, dragging you over the threshold with that same intense clench of his body. You tremble all over, lightheaded from lack of oxygen. His tail slips from your lips only to be replaced by his thumb hooking the corner of your mouth. He peers inside, and his lips split into a wicked grin. “Good boy,” he rumbles, prying your mouth open wider, inspecting your teeth. Confused, you roll your tongue along your top teeth, and only then do you understand.

You have fangs.

Before you can express your disbelief, he kisses you again, rocking against you in comparatively leisurely thrusts, luxuriating in the soaking wet mess you’ve made of his hole, your own come spilling and wetting your lap and balls. “Just a little more, sweetheart, and you’ll be just like me. You and me? We’re gonna eat this whole fucking world alive.”

You lose track of how much time goes by. You lose track of how many times you come. How many times he comes. He fucks you until your hole and cock are both raw, and your voice hoarse. He kisses, licks and bites his way over every inch of you. It’s as if he desperately wants to devour you, and the only thing holding him back is his promise to keep you. 

You don’t have a single thought left in your head other than fucking him deeper, feeling more of him, tasting more of him. You’re so intoxicated by his perpetually tight, velvety hole that it’s made you stupid, focused only on the pleasure he has to offer you. It should hurt, you think, and yet all you feel is resplendent euphoria.

He changes you. You grow more than fangs; your nails turn to claws, and you can feel the weight of horns on your skull. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he moans, coming on you again, adding to the slick mess he’s left between your bodies. You feel his tail twist around yours. You scoop your fingers through the layer of come on your stomach, and he hungrily sucks them clean.

“So fucking perfect. I love you, I love you, I love you,” he chants deliriously, adjusting your body against his own as he starts to ride again. When his eyes aren’t red, they’re pitch black, pupils blown and cum-drunk.

The sun never does rise. You’re not sure that it ever will.

You don’t care, though. Not so long as you’re his, and he’s yours.

#homelander x male reader #homelander x reader #terato #monster romance #monster x human

[karahofthedawn]

You Owe Us One (Part 1) - Fred Weasley / George Weasley x reader

*this is my first post, so I'm not entirely sure how this all works lol

Plot:

After tailing the Weasley twins after dark for months, they finally catch on and confront you.

It seems impossible that they ever had their eyes on you, but they are determined to prove their interest and intentions.

And anyway.. you do kind of owe them for stalking them.

Essentially... Pure smut.

Part 2 is up.

Contains:

Threesome, teasing, fingering, underage sex, vaginal and oral sex.

5.2k words

Edit: figured out how to add the read more option

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It wasn't the first time you explored Hogwarts castle on your own. Since your first year, you found that the best way to get to know the secret tunnels and passages was when the rest of Hufflepuff was fast asleep. There, now in your 6th year and within the dark hours, you could find solace in those old cold stone walls.

This night started like any other, with your wand clutched in your hand as you headed down the deserted corridor. You keep light on your feet as you carefully move towards one of your chosen paths. The goal was to reach the blind folded woman's statue, and it was just around the bend.

That's when quickened footsteps echoed behind you. You swiftly turn the corner and begin searching for an escape route. From the shuffled steps and angry murmuring, you knew that it had to be Filch.

He couldn't catch you, not again.

The blind folded woman was at the end of the hallway, but as the light source became brighter, you knew it was impossible to make it in time.

You could give up, grovel and beg for Filch to understand. Maybe just take the punishment of detention and face Professor Sprout for sneaking off again. How many times could you be forgiven?

Your breath catches in your chest as a warm hand covers your mouth.

A whispered voice is in your ear now. "Step back, come on. We got you."

As the footsteps grew nearer, you did as you were instructed and stepped back. Your spine pushes against the stranger, his hand slips from your face and onto your shoulders. You shut your eyes as you allow him to guide you into the shadows.

Filch passes without hesitation, and you could hear his frustrated muttering fade as he moves further down the hall. You exhale sharply and return your wand back to your pocket. As you come to your senses, you realize that you're no longer in a place you recognize. This was a passageway, but not one you had explored before. The walls were sticky from condensation and the dampness hung in the air.

You blindly turn your head. You could hear breathing, but you couldn't make out who's silhouette it was.

"Close call," the voice whispers.

A similar one chimes in, "very close. Lumos!"

The second that their wands illuminate, you recognize the two boys as the Weasley twins - Fred and George. They glance at each other before staring down at an old piece of parchment paper that was in the one brother's hands.

"You're lucky George saw you before Filch did," Fred beams and tucks the paper away delicately into his back pocket.

"He's never over here this time of night," you huff and turn to see the now dead end that replaced the door in which you originally came. Their light brown eyes focus on you as you run your hand over the cool stone wall.

Without needing to ask, George obliges with an answer. "It's a one way door. It really threw us through a loop the first time we used it too."

You turn on your heel and push past the two boys. Their copper hair glows from the light from their wands as they follow closely behind you.

"How did you even find this place?" You ask as you stride further into the darkness and take a sharp turn to the right. A soft orange glow came into sight and you head towards it.

"We know all of the secret tunnels that Hogwarts has," one of them replied.

It was a short walk in the darkness before you reached a doorway where the orange light was originating from. You placed a hand on it and went to push it open.

One of the Weasley's puts their hand over yours. "That's not the way out," he quickly explains.

"Okay, but what's in here?" You ask and watch the two boys look at each other. For a moment they seem to be talking telepathically, as they only made small movements with their eyes and mouths, but it was like a full fledged debate was happening silently right in front of you.

"Fred and I want to know, Y/N, do you think you could keep a secret?" George said with a smile, resting his forearm against the wall and staring intently down at you.

You take a moment to debate your answer. Of course you can keep a secret, but why are they acting so weird about what's in this room? Your curiosity would eat at you if you didn't find out.

Another question rang out, how did they know your name? You hadn't spoken to them before, and you weren't on the Quidditch team like them. Nor were you the type to put yourself in the limelight. You pushed the thought back, as your interest in this hidden room was piqued once again.

"Okay, yeah, I'll keep your secret" you say confidently. They regard each other for a moment, then Fred nods. They gesture for you to open the door.

The space was brightly lit from a fireplace in the middle of the room. A red couch that appeared old but in good shape sat to the left, and on the other side was a large wooden table. There were boxes piled on top with jars lined across with different plants and miscellaneous ingredients. A cauldron lay on its side with a green substance oozing out onto the dusty stone floor.

The door shuts behind you, and you turn to see Fred leaning against it. George approaches you and lays his hand over your shoulder. You can feel the warmth of his palm as he guides you over to the table. He pulls your side against his as he gestures dramatically to the mess, like a proud parent to their children’s sports trophies. He reaches for a vial with a light pink liquid inside. He held in it between his forefinger and thumb, he began explaining just how one drop of this concoction would cause even the strongest willed person to fall madly in love with whoever is in front of them for roughly 10 minutes at a time.

"It wasn't intended that way," Fred added, still at the door. "It was supposed to be an emergency fainting potion. That way you can get out of any class or tense situation by feigning illness."

George nodded. "But, we did make a few tweaks to it. We are hoping to get this right by Spring."

"Right," you said, taking in the entire scene. You could already imagine the boys sitting up all night as they mix and test their new concoctions. "There was word out that you sell this kind of.. stuff." You tap the table with your knuckles and study the vials once more. Their mischievous nature wasn't a secret. They were proud of who they were and what they loved to do, it was a reason so many in the Gryffindor house adored them.

"So, Y/N, you kind of owe us," George started and gave a quick side eye to his brother who smirked.

You scoff and fold your arms. "Owe you?"

"Well, we did save you from Filch, didn't we?" Fred reminds you gently as he steps across the room and stands on the other side of you.

You turn to him and furrow your brows. “And I'm keeping your hideout a secret, so doesn't that make us even?" You defended and watched the brothers shuffle their feet.

"She has a point, Fred," George points out and covers his smile with his hand.

"Listen," Fred said cooly as he approaches you. "Let’s cut to the chase here. We've been watching you for some time." He pulls the parchment from his pocket and lays it out on the table. "We know you’re out and about when you should be sleeping like your other little Hufflepuff friends.”

"Walks help me clear my head," you say quickly as Fred takes another step towards you. The fire dances in his now golden brown eyes as he observes you even closer.

"We know you watch us too," George whispers from behind you, making chills run down your spine. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your hair. "Might have gotten away with it too, if we didn't have our map."

“And the map never lies,” Fred said while pointing to where their names lay on the parchment.

You look down at the floor as the heat rises in your cheeks. You were so sure they had no clue, that you had tailed them expertly for so long that you became a master of being unseen. It started off as a small crush that turned into a borderline obsession the more you learned about the brothers. Now you've been caught, and the terror stricken realization that they knew about it along was starting to seep in.

"I'm sorry," you spurt out. "It was stupid, I know. But I wasn't going to tell anyone what you were doing, and I still won't." You look Fred in the eyes and he smiles as you whimper, "I promise."

"We believe you," George says quietly as he moves your hair from your neck. The tip of his fingers graze over your skin. You try to hold back the shiver it gives you but it's no use. They both immediately seem to pick up on it and step even closer.

You were between them both now, as they were each just inches away from your chest and back. George's hot breath on your neck as Fred reaches out and tilts your head up. "Well you owe us now, don't you?"

A lump was in your throat and you squeaked out, "I.. I guess, yeah." Your legs felt like jello as George's fingers trailed from your jaw to your collarbone, only stopping as he reached the threshold of where your shirt was. His touch was so much gentler than you had always imagined; and, how you’ve imagined it almost every night before bed, sometimes during class, or even just at random times in general. You'd fantasize about twins and how you’d give anything to know what it felt like to be the center of their attention, the way they had been for you for so long.

George’s chest presses against your back, and you lean against his touch and close your eyes. His temple meets yours as he ever so slowly places his both hands on your waist. “Tell me,” he says so quietly that you have to focus on exactly what he’s saying. “Do you want us as much as we want you?”

Your eyes flick open with surprise, and before you could answer, Fred meets your mouth with his. His lips are soft and fit perfectly against yours. His fingers tangle in your hair as he pushes you back into George with his own body. The feeling of being between them made the fire in your chest travel down your torso and into your stomach, where it bloomed into a powerful yearning that made your legs immediately start to shake. You wanted to play hard to get, the way you had always envisioned, but it seemed almost impossible now.

“Wait,” you gasp out as George begins kissing down your neck. He pauses immediately and nudges his head against you.

“What is it, Y/N?” Fred asks as his fingers leave your hair and cradle your face tenderly. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you say shakily, trying to ignore just how much you long for their hands over every inch of you. “I just, I-I’m just a little confused by, well, all of this. It’s so sudden.. And..” The brothers pulled back, their warmth leaving and left you immediately regretting even saying anything. You weren’t against any of this, but it seemed just too good to be true.

George laces his fingers with yours as Fred moves the hair from your face. “Come on, let’s have a sit then,” George said as he guided you to the couch.

You sit squeezed between the twins on the red cushions. They glance between each other and you. Even without them saying a word, you could tell that they were anxious. To break the silence, you reach out and take both Fred and George’s hands and begin with asking the question that was heaviest in your mind. “How long did you know?”

“Oh,” the boys regarded each other again for a moment before Fred answered with, “a while.”

“Really?” You blink and squeeze their fingers, and they both nod in response.

“Like I said, you would have gotten away with it, if it weren’t for the Marauders map. You are quite resourceful and sneaky for a Hufflepuff,” George remarks with a cheshire cat grin.

Fred nudges you with his shoulder and tilts his head when you look his way. “I think that’s why we took such a liking to you. You kept it..”

“Interesting,” George continued for his brother. “But it’s hard to catch someone so evasive.”

“So we had to set a trap,” Fred explains sheepishly. “Maybe not the best move in the book.”

George exclaimes, “but here we are!”

“Right..” You bite your lip and adjust in your seat. “So, Filch was..?”

“A diversion, in a sense, yeah,” Fred admits, then avoids her gaze and stares off into the flames of the fireplace. He smooths back his red hair and smiles at your hand in his.

“So you really.. Are into this, then? Not a secret Weasley love potion gone wrong?” You ask shyly, realizing how it was showcasing your inability to accept their genuine interest in you. It felt like a dream that you were going to wake up from at any minute.

They laugh in unison and put their arms around you. Their temples pressing against both sides of yours. “Oh bloody hell - George?”

“Yeah, Fred?”

“Did you take that love potion?”

“Why, no. Did you?”

Fred hesitates as he taps his finger to his lips. His face pulls into a serious expression as he squints towards the ceiling. “You know what?”

“What?” His brother pipes up, matching his upbeat tone.

“I don’t think I have either,” Fred states with a large toothy grin.

You went to cover your face with your hands in embarrassment, but they held onto you. “I got it,” you giggle and lean your head back into the cushion behind you. You’ve always loved their banter, and right now it was exactly what you needed to feel assured in what they were telling you. They both watch you with curiosity written all over their faces. “I just never thought you’d notice me, is all,” you admit and blush.

“Do you need us to prove that we do?” Fred asks playfully, then lifts his free hand and gently strokes your hair from away from your jaw to behind your shoulder. The cold air hits your exposed neck and you shudder.

Your mind races as both of the boys slowly begin touching your arm and shoulders. George's fingers travel up the other side of your neck and find your earlobe. His large hands gingerly wrap around the back of your neck and his lips are just inches from your hair.

"Do you want us to show you how much we notice you, Y/N?" His voice is soft but raspy, and his breath is hot against your skin.

You feel your face start to flush. This had to be a dream. There's no way you're here right now, alone with the two boys you've yearned for. You turn to George now and he holds your face with the palm of his hand. You nod as your attention flicks between his dilated pupils and his parted lips. You wonder if the two boys taste the same.

"We want to hear you say it, right Fred?" George says and places his thumb ever so gently on your lower lip. From his fidgeting legs, you could tell he was working hard on holding back.

You nod again and follow up with a quiet, but very clear, "yes." George searches your face for a moment, like he was trying to write it to his memory forever.

The tension in your chest finally bursts as you lean forward and kiss him. You muffle a small gasp of surprise that leaves his mouth with your tongue. He matches your energy almost immediately. He unweaves his fingers with yours, and tangles them in your hair.

You make an immediate mental note that George does, in fact, taste different. Not just that, but his energy in a whole feels completely foreign from his brother's. His touch was gentle and he moved like a boat would in water, fluid and adapting.

Your tongue rolls against his as his torso pushes you into Fred, who is kissing down your neck and onto your shoulder as he pulls down your sweater to reveal more of your bare skin.

Your legs instinctively close tightly as Fred's hands find your thigh. Maybe it wasn't a waste putting on thigh high socks and a skirt tonight after all. Plan for the unexpected, you always thought.

You turn your head and pull Fred into a lustful kiss. His beautiful copper hair softly brushes against your cheek. You know if this continues, soon your whole body will match that same shade of red.

George wraps his arms around your torso and pulls you onto his lap. Your ass sits lightly on top of his bulge, that he's now pressing hard into you. His hands wander up your torso as his brother continues to hold you by your face with both hands.

Fred pulls back, a trail of saliva still connects your mouth with his. You feel George pull up your sweater. The damp cold air meets your stomach and chest. A little lacey black bralette covers your breasts as the rest of your pale skin glows in the orange light.

The room echoes with your soft moan that escapes your lips as George grinds up into you again. You look longingly at Fred, as he remains inches from your face. He watches you squirm as his brother slowly pries your legs apart with his, leaving your panties slightly exposed.

"You sure this is ok?" Fred checks in and places his palm on your bare thigh.

You nod breathlessly as George begins pushing against you, his erection even more prominent now. Fred smiles and looks down at your legs being spread open in front of him. His grip loosens around your thigh and creeps ever so slowly towards where you ache.

You need him. You need them both. Your legs shake as his fingers meet the edge of the silky material. He looks to you again and you grab him by the back of the neck and pull him in to a hungry kiss.

George matches your energy by letting his thumbs sneak under your bra and over your nipples. He carefully rolls his fingers over the hardened nubs, and you respond by grinding against him. His grip hardens and his head rolls back against the cushion.

Fred takes the opportunity to graze gently over your now soaked panties. Your attention snaps back to him and he grins through a kiss. He loved teasing you like this. They were both playing you like a fiddle. Their hands were separate but worked in unison to hit every spot that craved their touch.

All of your self control you had to not make noise left the second that Fred presses the pad of his index finger over your center. You let out a loud gasp and your legs start shaking from both excitement, and George holding them apart. You go between wiggling under their touch and pushing hard against George's chest.

It felt impossible for you to take in everything that was happening to you. You wish you could just slow it down so you could fully remember this moment for the rest of your life.

Fred's face reddens as he carefully sneaks his fingers under your panties and rests them right over your slick slit. His tongue probes your mouth the same time that he finds your clit and muffles your cries and whimpers. He plays with you so gently, just barely touching your needing and aching nub.

Your back curves, and George catches your neck with his mouth. He licks at your skin, sucking gently at the crook where your neck and shoulder meet. His palms slide under your bralette and he caresses your breasts tenderly. You can hear him breathing and panting underneath you, his erection pulsates against your ass.

Your attention is ripped away from the twin behind you as Fred's middle finger begins to penetrate you. This time, he lifts his mouth from yours and stares directly into your eyes. You bite back a moan and crane your head away in embarrassment. He quickly catches your cheek and holds you steady.

The flames dance in his eyes. "Do you like it?" He asks, his voice low and gravely.

You nod, still fighting to stay quietly. He responds by pushing his digit in even further. Your walls tighten around him, and he grins devilishly.

One of George's hands runs down your stomach and slides right under your panties. He whispers in your ear as you squirm under his touch, "it's okay, Y/N, nobody will hear you. You don't have to be quiet, just let it out."

A sudden quake of pleasure erupts from your core as Fred pushes his finger all the way inside. You could feel his knuckles against your folds as he carefully pumps it in and out of you. George coos encouragingly in your ear quietly as he rubs your slick clit with two fingers.

"Look at you," Fred smirks and wriggles his finger in a 'come here' fashion. "You've wanted this all along, haven't you?"

Your eyes widen and you shut your mouth in protest. You were trying to hold onto a semblance of control, that you weren't completely weak in their hands. But every second, your body quaked even more with their touch. The pressure between your legs was building, and you knew it wouldn't be long before they'd get what they want - what you always wanted.

Fred's eyes shifted to the side, and his smirk grew even larger. Just like that, they stopped in unison. He looked back at you and wiped some sweat from your temple with his thumb. His hand began moving away, and you bucked your hips in protest.

They twins laugh. George removes his hand from your breast and wraps his fingers tenderly around your neck. His large hands fit so easily around you that it made your chest flutter. "You're a stubborn one."

"I told you she'd be interesting," Fred says with a slight raise of his brow. He admires your nude and shaking body. "Now how about you tell us just what you want." The crackling of the fire fills the silence that follows.

They remain still, Fred's finger still buried inside of you as George's hand lingers over your clit. They know what you want, so why do they need to hear it? It's embarrassing enough to be so vulnerable, why did they need you to give in even more?

Fred shrugs and goes to pull away, but you quickly grab his wrist. You need release, you need to feel both of them inside of you. You need to know what it's like to be under their complete control.

"I-.." your voice dries as you go to speak. Fred leans in, and George nudges you encouragingly with his forehead. "I want you to make me feel good."

"Oh, so you don't feel good already?" Fred teases and starts to add a second finger in your entrance.

You sigh out, in both frustration and anticipation. "You're ridiculous," you say breathily.

George returns his pressure on your clit and keeps his grasp around your neck. "You're ridiculous," he mocks back. "Just say it, tell us what you want." You turn your head and shoot him a glare, then a loud moan finally pierces through your self control as Fred fully forces in two fingers.

"Fuck!" You yell out as he curls his fingers and presses his knuckles against you. Your walls shake and squeeze, and you can feel that tension from before immediately building up towards your peak. "Please! Please!" You can't stop shaking now. Your spine curves and your hips twitch.

"Please what?" Fred teasingly asks.

"Tell us," George encourages as he circles your clit.

"Please, fucking make me cum. God!" Your brain hazes over and you tilt your head back against George. "Then I want you both to fuck me!" You were so embarrassed that you admitted it, but it was immediately erased by your quick building orgasm.

"Good girl!" George laughed and sunk his teeth into your shoulder lightly. His hard cock pushes against you as your hips grind, desperate for more friction.

Fred's mouth collides with yours, right as your legs and walls begin to quiver. His wet tongue slid in between your lips and he caught your loud moan. Instead of muffling you, he pulled back and admired your flushed and pleasure filled face as you came all over his fingers.

"Fuck," you pant and look right into Fred's hungry stare. His fingers left you, and you could feel George fidget underneath you.

"As you wish," he said with a grin.

Before you could even comprehend what he meant, you are lifted by George and laid on your back against the red velvet cushions. He looms over you as he slips your panties off your legs. You look down and see that he already partially removed his black pants. His thick erection was exposed and only inches away from your opening.

You stare up at him and squirm nervously. He seems to pick on this and leans down and kisses your cheek. He whispers so quietly that you know that it would remain between the both of you. "I'll be gentle, don't worry."

Your heart races as he pulls back and smiles at you. He lines up with your entrance, rubbing your sensitive slit with the head until it is covered in your slick. He pushes, and you reach up and grab his shoulders. Your nails dig into his skin, leaving tiny crescent moons behind.

Another small thrust, and the burning starts. You gasp as he carefully inserts the rest of his cock inside of you. It was like he was made for you, the way he perfectly fills you up. His hips meet yours, and then he pulls back slightly. He keeps pausing and seemingly checks in on you.

"Please," you beg. "I need you, George."

George nods and grabs you by the hair, tangling his fingers in the strands. His lips meet yours, but the kiss is hungrier than it had ever been. He tilts his head and rolls his tongue against yours as he slams down into you. You choke on your moans as he grips your hair and thrusts harder into you. Your body feels like it's on fire as his cock repeatedly stretches your walls, going deeper and deeper.

Your back is completely pushed in the cushion now as his pace becomes more steady. Your eyes are tearing from the mixture of pain and pleasure that fills every inch of you. You feel loved, wanted, needed, and lusted.

Fred watches from the couch side, a devilish grin across his face as he rubs at his erection. His eyes are on you. Every moan you let you make him shudder with excitement.

George's thrusting stops and he pulls out, you go to protest but he flips you over in an instant. Your shaking knees and hands dig into the red cushion. You feel completely vulnerable as the cold air caresses your bare skin. Somewhere in the midst, you had lost your shirt and didn't even realize.

George appears in front of you now, his wet cock gleaming in the fire light. You reach up and gently massage the tip of his cock. He pulsates under your fingers as you glide them over the sensitive tip, then down his thick shaft.

You lock eyes with him, and slowly lick up his length. He shudders and moves your hair from your face. His small breathy noises drove you wild. You always dreamed of making the Weasely twins feel good.

Two hands were on your hips now, and you knew it was Fred's turn to fuck you. Your chest blooms with excitement as rubs his cock on the outside of you first. The anticipation of him taking you made your clit start lightly pulsating.

You try to focus your attention on George as his brother penetrates you. Your walls immediately squeeze Fred as he enters, and take George fully in your mouth at the same time. You let out a mixture of moans and choking sounds as you start getting fucked slowly.

George took you by the hair again and forced himself further down your throat, then pulled you back so you could breathe again. He does this a few times, pausing to let you scream out as Fred continues to pound into you.

The slapping of hips against your ass mixed with your muffled screams echoes in the stone walled room. This was heaven, you are sure of it - In between the two men you craved for years and letting them use your body for their pleasure.

Fred leans down and pries your legs apart, then slips his hand over your clit again. Your moans were inescapable now, and this seemed to make George even harder in your mouth. Both kept their grip on you, as they thrusted on both ends of you.

What felt like seconds, you start to reach your peak again. Your walls shudder and Fred increases his speed with his fingers and thrusts. You look up at George, who has his head rolled back as he fucks your mouth.

Your orgasm reaches you and you close your legs, trapping Fred's hand, and shake violently. He keeps working on you, the overstimulation sends you over a second time. You go to back off of George's cock, but he holds you steady and he moans out. His cum rolls over your tongue and you immediately start to swallow it.

At the same time, Fred finally collapses over you as he fills your pussy. Both leave themselves inside of you for several seconds, before slowly pulling out of you.

You collapse on George's chest, breathing heavy and trembling. Fred lets you rest your legs over his lap and caresses your thigh with the tip of his fingers.

The brothers look at each other and then high five dramatically. You bury your face in your hands and groan.

"Guess I don't owe you anymore?" You say, still keeping your embarrassed expression hidden.

The brothers both shrugged, and George answered teasingly, "Only if you want to."

You all laugh, and you feel yourself get drowsy. You think you might want to owe them one again sometime soon.

Or maybe, they can owe you instead.

#fred and george weasley #fred and george weasley x reader #fred and george weasley smut #fred weasley smut #george weasley smut

[pinkhoneydrop]

Something About a Birthmark

[ A/N ] - this is the first fic that I have written for Harry I decided to make a new blog to share content on and I’m hoping you all enjoy it. I have lots of ideas, but don’t hesitate to talk to me :) the reader in this blurb is suggested to be black, but I left it pretty vague, so anyone can follow along and enjoy!

EDIT! part 2 is here "From Birthmarks to Pancakes"

[ Pairing ] - Harry Styles x Reader!

[ Genre ] - Fluff and slightly suggestive at the end

[ Masterlist ]

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Never could the sunshine look more beautiful than it did when it glistened upon your skin. The sky was clear and the heat was comforting against Harry’s own skin as he sat on the blanket you placed in the grass. You were laying down reading just next to him. The pages flipped in the low wind every so often but you kept a hand on the right side to keep your place. Dark hair covered your neck and went around your shoulders too. Leaning forward Harry lifted the hair away from your face.

“Let me get a good look at you.”

His voice was low as he spoke but you hear him just fine and the words lifted a smile onto your focused face. The grass tucked between the blanket and your bodies shifted around as you giggled. Looking up at Harry through squinting eyes you thought he looked like an angel from down there. His brown curls sat atop his head and his silhouette was illuminated by the sun. Turing to lay on your back you twisted with your head near his lap.

“How am I looking?”

You teased him for his previous statement and smiled cheekily as his hand came to the side of your face. Harry hummed as he looked down at you. Brown skin glowing soft hair and plump lips curved into your cheeks. The necklace he gave you as a gift dancing between your breasts that were covered by the bikini top that you insisted on wearing outside in your back yard. You were so soft to the touch. The shorts you had on exposed your thighs and sat just below your bellybutton. Light brown stretch marks snaked along the sides of the dimpled skin of your belly.

“Perfect darling.” A small smile followed shortly after.

Both you and Harry often wondered what you did to deserve each other. To be so deserving of having a partner who understood what the need to be seen felt like. You didn’t always feel perfect but Harry made sure you knew how he felt about you.

“You know I love you, right?” You always did that. Asked if he knew of your love for him. Harry nodded and leaned forward to place a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“And you know I love you.”

Sappy. The air around the two of you was soaked in emotion. It had to be. You wouldn’t see him for some time again when he returns to tour. You wanted to know what it would be like to love him everyday not just when you both had time. Eventually that time would come and both you and Harry waited for it with baited breath.

The pair of you relished the comforting silence for a while before Harry laid down next to you. He had on shorts that sat low in his hips almost exposing the tattoos on his hips. You watched him before you said anything more. How the muscles of his torso and back stretched and how he flipped onto his back before covering his eyes with one hand and part of his bare chest with the other.

Harry settled back into the blanket and you found a new place on top of him. Legs in either side of his. Your knees brushed against his sides and it ticked him a bit at first.

“We’ll hello again.” Harry chuckled and placed his hands atop your thighs. His head propped up on a bag you carried snacks outside in. Green eyes looked in yours as you began tracing along his inked skin.

“Would you ever get one that reminded you of me?” You hesitated a little before you asked. Harry looked down at his assortment of art and words that adorned his body. He thought perhaps maybe one day he would.

“Yeah..s’pose.” His eyes returned to you sitting on him. He moved his right hand to your hip and his fingers trailed along your side.

“Hard to forget you though.” Your face grew warm at his statement and you smiled at the man beneath you. After a few seconds you noticed his fingers stopped on your birthmark. The skin was darker and near your navel. Splotched in the shape of what looked to be a love heart. Harry loved it. Ever since he saw it the first time he’s placed kisses atop the dark skin.

“Harry, stop staring at it.” You began to feel embarrassed about his inspection of your birthmark.

“m not staring at you, m admiring you.” Harry spoke with confidence. He enjoyed every inch of you especially this one and he wanted you to know that.

“Now I saw you brought some fruit out here.” Harry questioned so you could get your mind off the embarrassment. It seemed to work. You twisted around and picked up a plastic bowl of mixed fruit. Holding it up you picked out a strawberry and held it up to Harry’s face for him to get a bite.

“Mmm mm you first darling.”

It had to be the way you ate them. How your lips formed around the fruit. Parting slightly so the whites of your teeth peeked slightly before sinking into red flesh. The juice being left on your bottom lip and your pink tongue pulling it back into your mouth. It was on the verge of being obscene. And soon Harry would think of other things for your lips to be puckered around. You took the half wren fruit from your lips and placed it back into his. Opening his mouth Harry let you feed it to him. The subtle sweetness reminded him of you and how you tasted. His mind would soon wander to more, succulent places but for now he just wanted to lay here with you as you fed him strawberries.

#harry styles #Harry Styles fanfic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x black!reader #harry styles one shot #one shot #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #hslot 2023 #harry styles and y/n #fanfic #Harry styles x reader smut #harry styles fanfiction

[kpopnstarwars]

i fear i may kind of be cooking with this warriors san smut fic so uh here's a lil snippet for the kpop fans who managed to cling on through the drought and the bald freak boom (apologies to the feyd fans but hey this could tickle your interest too)

Night is falling, the sun casting long shadows down the road. You always find the darkness comforting - it feels as if San is near. Today he is; you raise your fist and knock thrice on the solid wood of the gates, lifting your hand in recognition of the guards who peek over the turrets. Slowly, they ease open the doors, and you stride into the courtyard, your boots clicking against the roughly hewn pavings. A squadron of your soldiers are sparring, but they halt their training when you enter, snapping to attention as you stop at the centre of the space, the dying rays of the sun streaming down the steps towards you, the air still as you wait. San appears, his gilded silhouette glorious at the top of the stairs. His shadow guards spill down the steps towards you as he descends; their bodies contort and bend, the swirling mass of them parting around you, liquid night, jaws snapping, circling you until you’re surrounded. A smirk pulls at your lips, and you throw the bag at his feet. You do not bow low, simply dipping your chin as he extracts the head from the sack, inspecting it and nodding before returning it to its roughly woven grave and handing it to one of his shadows to take away. Meeting your eyes, his own filled with amusement, the hint of a smile flashes over his face. ‘Welcome home, my love.’

EDIT: IT'S HERE

i did sm worldbuilding for this it's actually insane

#choi san #san #ateez #san smut #san fanfic #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #san x y/n #san x reader #san x you #ateez x you #warriors san #san warriors #ateez x y/n #ateez x reader #atz #choi san x reader #imagine dragons #choi san x you #choi san x y/n #warriors

[moralesmilesanhourlibrary]

how long

summary: on a particularly hectic day, you find out Miles' secret by chance, years too late. originally posted: Nov. 30, 2019 a/n: I was still getting used to writing conflict here; It's a bit choppy, but I'm actually kinda proud of this one! You go 9th grade me! Note that Miles and the reader insert are adults at this point. Made some slight edits to like three words

Y/N slammed the door behind her and collapsed onto the couch, frustrated and exhausted. She'd probably treated hundreds of patients that day alone-or that's what it felt like. Miles would be back anytime now, judging by the footage on the news. 

Why didn't he tell her?

Y/N's phone buzzed.

'On my way,' the text message read. Y/N swallowed the growing lump in her throat.

She knew it was Miles the moment he spoke.

Some big green thing--folks called him Goblin--was wreaking havoc on the city like no one had ever seen. Spider-Man's silhouette became a blur as he swung from building to building and back, occasionally sprinting through the streets.

Y/N WAS on her lunch break, but not for long. Patients seemed to be streaming in, either from falling debris or various car accidents. Frankly, Y/N didn't feel particularly strongly about Spider-Man--she just wished he'd be a little more fucking careful.

Y/N's chest heaved as she ran back toward the hospital, shoes pounding on the pavement. Unfortunately, Spider-Man was swinging around in that same direction. A dark figure zipped past Y/N's shoulder, nearly knocking her down. 

When she spun around to identify the blur, the masked hero was still chasing after Goblin, yelling, "Sorry, ma'am!" as he left. Sucking in a breath, Y/N continued her trip back to the hospital, but felt like something was amiss. That voice. It was far too familiar.

It came to her after the battle had ended.

The Goblin fellow was webbed up, surrounded by wailing cop cars and news vans. Spider-Man had stopped to take a selfie with a couple of regular folks, then began retreating from the gathering crowd as Y/N looked on. He had a peculiar bounce in his stride that she'd recognize anywhere if she could put a finger on where she'd seen it before.

"We miss you over in Crown Heights, Spider-Man!"

"Miss me? I still live here!"

The epiphany came crashing down like hail. The cadence in his voice was unmistakable. Y/N's heart was in her throat as she started briskly back to her apartment, expecting answers.

Y/N jumped at the knock on the door. The elaborate rhythm of the knocking confirmed that it was Miles. Trying her hardest to maintain her composure, she opened the door.

As Miles stood in front of her, Y/N took a good look at him.

He was wearing the same grey sweatshirt and blue shirt he had on when he saw her off to work, but something was different. Miles had had the audacity to try and hide the suit beneath his clothes. 

Hesitantly, Miles asked, "Something wrong, Y/N? You've been standing there for a minute." In that moment, she couldn't hold it in any longer.

Through clenched teeth so the neighbors wouldn't hear, she said, "Get in here."

Bewildered, Miles sat down on the table, while Y/N returned to her spot on the couch. She didn't look at Miles, frowning at the television screen. Trying to figure out what to say. Miles spoke up.

"What happened-?"

"You would know."

Okay, something was definitely wrong. Miles frantically racked his brain for signs: something he said that morning? Difficult work day? Nothing came up in his mind.

Y/N stalked over to the table where Miles sat. A humorless grin spread across her face, she asked, "What's that under your sweatshirt?" Miles' heartbeat picked up.

"A… shirt?" He prayed to God she hadn't found out.

"Do you think I'm stupid, Morales?"

A pit formed in Miles' Stomach.

Y/N was yelling now. "I can see the suit!"

Miles sighed, cradling his forehead in the palm of his hand. "Well, now you know." Y/N clearly wasn't satisfied.

"I don't know a damn thing, apparently!" Her voice softened to a whimper as tears welled up in her eyes.

"How long have you been wearing that mask, Miles?"

"Everyday-"

"Since when?"

Miles looked away. "8th grade." There was a long pause as his words hung in the air.

"Every day since we were thirteen."

#category: og fic #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader

[cas-skz]

Guilty Pleasure

Chan x Fem!reader + Han x Fem!reader

| non-idol au | second part to this fic |

18+!! MDNI plz&thnx

warnings: oral, choking, use of vibrator, unprotected sex, partner sharing, double penetration, anal, creampie

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :]

writers note: tbh every since Chan said he used baby wipes for drool, I’ve been low key teasing him and using them in other ways. Also I gave up at the end cause I’ve been working on this for like a week and I just want to be done lmaooo okkkkkkk I LOVE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY

cas xx

“How am I sitting?” Chan asked, plopping himself on the floor of your and Han’s bedroom in nothing but his boxers.

“How am I sitting?” Chan asked, plopping himself on the floor of your and Han’s bedroom in nothing but his boxers.

“Side to the mirror. I’m gonna sit on your lap and it’s just gonna be our silhouettes.”

You finished setting up the camera, making sure it was connected to your clicker, ready to start taking pictures for your photography class assignment.

You had spent most of the day making a 9 picture collage, editing and adding small details to bring it together. It was just missing a center piece; and that’s where Chan came in.

You sat yourself between his legs, scooting close together so you lined up with the mirror and camera.

“Okay, I think we’re good to go,” You say, throwing the robe you had on behind you.

“Whoa.” Chan whispered, his eyes scanning the lace black babydoll you were wearing, “You look really good in that,”

You glanced down at your outfit, adjusting your boobs a bit. “Thank you. Han got it for me for our anniversary.”

With one swift motion, Chan pulled you onto his lap before looking in the mirror and messing his hair a bit.

You cleared your throat, looking into his eyes for a long moment. “Kiss me.”

He leaned in slowly, cupping your cheek and gently kissing your lips.

After snapping a few pictures of your soft make out, you slowly pull your lips from Chan’s, feeling your cheeks flush deep red.

You were so used to only kissing Han that you’d forgotten what it was like to have a first kiss with someone. The electric feeling that rang through your body, the taste of someone new.

Your panties were already starting to feel wet, and his semi hard erection below didn’t help.

“Kiss me like you want me, Channie.”

Chan locked eyes with you, a small smile pulling at the edge of his lips as he grabbed your jaw, roughly kissing you.

You moaned into the kiss, your hand mindlessly clicking pictures as you focused on controlling yourself.

His lips moved hungrily against yours before travelling down to your neck, where he sucked gently at your skin.

They moved to your breasts next, kissing across them before returning to your lips.

Your mouth parted slightly as his tongue started to fight with yours, your hips rolled against his as his arms held you close.

The sound of the apartment door startled you, “I think we got the shot” You say breathlessly, sliding off his lap.

“Hey, did you guys finish with pictures yet?” Han asked from the kitchen.

You pulled yourself from the ground, quickly turning to grab your robe. “Yea babe, we finishing up.”

Chan let out an audible moan from behind you, “Did you really have to bend over in front of me after that?” He chuckled

Han danced into the room seconds later, a goofy smile taking over his face as he sang. “My baby looks sexy tonight.”

He started to strip his day clothes off, looking down at Chan curiously. “Struggling bro?”

Chan pointed at you, “Blame her.” It was obvious he was trying to handle his erection.

“Yea, she does have that effect doesn’t she.” Han said with a smirk, motioning for you to come to him.

“Take care of him, I’ll be back for you.” Han whispered, kissing your cheek before smacking your butt and heading towards the bathroom.

When you turned around, Chan had made his way to his feet, his hands covering his crotch.

“You know we’ve seen each other naked, right?” You laugh, chewing your lip you walked towards him.

Chan laughed shyly, “Yea, still rude just to have it poking out if we’re not,” he made a little ‘you know’ head motion.

You smiled softly, running your hand over his chest, “but we can.”

He watched as you slowly leaned down, your eyes staying locked with his as you got to your knees.

Your hand pushed his out of the way, revealing his large bulge. “I forgot how big you were.” You say shyly, your hand running up his shaft to the top of his boxers to yank them off.

His cock flung free, almost hitting you in the face. You hummed happily as you grasped it in your hand, bringing it to your lips as you ran your tongue along both sides.

Chan gathered all your hair in his hand, watching as your head started to bob, switching between shallow and deep strokes.

You couldn’t help yourself, letting your hand slide between your legs to rub your clit.

“Get up.” Chan ordered after a few minutes, his eyes now dark with desire.

His hand was around your neck before you fully stood up, pulling you the rest of the way before pressing his lips roughly into yours.

You moaned into the kiss, your fingers gripping at his waist as his hand moved to the back of your head, deepening the kiss even more.

The only sexual encounter you had with Chan was when he walked in on your and Han and Han invited him to join. This was the first time you were both initiating, and it was thrilling.

Chan quickly pulled away, looking down at you hungrily. “Where’s your vibrator?” He asked, turning you around and leaning you over the bed.

“Wh-what?” You asked in a laugh. You had no idea he knew about it.

Chan leaned over your, his cock hot against your ass. “Please, you’re not that quiet and neither is your friend. Where is it?”

You leaned up on your knees and crawled up the bed, pulling a silk bag from behind the top of the mattress.

“You use this when Hannie isn’t here, don’t you?” Chan asked, laying you on your back as he took the massage wand from the bag.

You nodded shyly, watching as he started the wand, “He doesn’t know I have it..”

Chan pushed his tongue in his cheek, huffing a laugh as he played with the settings. “Cute.”

He pressed it against your clothed clit, sending a vibration throughout your body.

You could already feel your release dripping down, cursing a moan as he watched your body react.

“So pretty.” He praised, moving the fabric of your panties to one side. He dipped a finger into your entrance, pumping slowly as he turned up the wand.

Chan lifted himself over you, readjusting so he could kiss you,

Your lips worked lazily against his, your head already fuzzy from the adrenaline running through your veins.

He moved his lips to your neck, slowing the vibrator, “Do you think about me when you play with this?” He whispered, planking a wet kiss just under your ear.

You whined quietly, gripping onto the hand he had supporting himself.

“Tell me.” Chan said, setting the vibrator on your stomach and using his hand to tease your entrance with his cock.

He quickly moved to the edge of the bed, standing up and yanking you down to him. He threw your legs apart, pulling off your panties.

You screamed in pleasure as he pounded his cock into your throbbing entrance, “Do you think about me when you cum?”

Chan leaned back down to you, placing the vibrator back on your clit as he gently kissed your lips. “Cause I think about you.”

You couldn’t hold back a snarky smile, grabbing his chin to keep his eyes on you as you pushed into your climax, “Why do you think I’ve been so loud ever since we fucked?”

You pushed your hips down into him, using his length to ride out your orgasm.

Chan threw the vibrator towards the headboard, his hands gripped your head as he slammed into you.

“Yes Chan - Fuck yes, right there.” You moaned, you body starting to shake under his. You hid your face in the knook of his neck, making an attempt to quiet your screams.

His hips came to a stop, “Shit,” he hissed, pulling away and standing back up as his cock twitched inside you, coating your walls with thick cum.

Your breathing started to calm, “Don’t tell me you waited this long and that’s all you got Channie?” You teased, rolling out from under him.

You pushed off the bed, strutting over to him, your combined releases dripping down your legs. “What a mess you made.”

“Are you going to clean it up?”

He huffed a laugh, grabbing your waist and pulling you close, lifting your leg over his hip. “When I’m done with you.” Chan breathed, thrusting up into you.

Your walls immediately clenched around his length, each stroke making you feel more and more euphoric.

You didn’t even hear Han enter the room. His hands rested on the back of your hips, surprising you. “Why do you always look so good when he fucks you?”

You reached behind to hold onto Han, “That’s cause you can’t see how hot we look fucking. Channie might be giving you a run for you money though.” You teased, waving a finger for him to kiss you.

“Sorry.” Chan laughed, “You want him?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he continued to thrust.

You pouted against Han’s lips, “Why can’t I have both.”

Han squeezed your ass cheek, a dark laugh sending shivers down your spine. “A bucket list item? And it’s not even a special occasion.”

Han’s lips started to work at your neck, biting and sucking at your skin.

“Channie..” you moaned, lifting your other leg from the ground and leaning into Han, “Can Hannie fuck me too?” 

Chan looked at Han, who was already lining himself up to penetrate. “Hmm, of course he can. You’re his girl after-all.”

“His girl, and your guilty pleasure?” You smirk, letting out a whine as you felt Han push inside, your holes feeling full.

Both boys moaned as they thrusted, their lips on both sides of your neck and shoulders. Your fingers gripped at whatever they could find, body weak as it vibrated in ecstasy.

You faded in and out of reality, eyes closed as they had their way with you. Finally snapping out of it when Han moved from behind you and you landed on the bed.

A soft whine escaped your lips as Chan climbed back on top of you, his hand gently slapping your face. “You with us pretty girl?”

You smiled and hummed happily, body still shaking. You looked for Han, who was cleaning himself off with a baby wipe before returning to the side of the bed.

“I am,” you giggled, laying on your side and lifting your legs to your chest. “I’m sleepy though, so be quick.”

Han gasped, “The death trap.” He said in a funny voice.

You smacked his arm, “Stop renaming positions.” You laughed, moaning happily as your hand reached for Han’s cock, lazily jerking it.

Chan pushed his cock inside your entrance, tightened by the position you were in. He let out a loud groan, “I think the new name is appropriate.”

Chan didn’t last long after that, finishing in a few thrusts.

“Hold you.” Han laughed, throwing the box of baby wipes at him.

“Anything else you need?” Chan asked, cleaning up the cum spilling from your entrance.

You nodded, “Can you run me a bath?” You asked with puppy dog eyes.

He smiled, leaning up and kissing your forehead. “Of course.”

You turned your attention to Han as Chan left the room, “You, come here.” You smirked waving a finger at him.

Han crawled up on the bed, kissing your lips deeply. “If you leave me for him, make sure I still get some lovin’” he joked

You dramatically gasped, “How dare you think I could ever love another man.” You smiled, pulling him close.

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[tbcanary]

2023 reading list: Green Arrow: Quiver (2001)

"You look like you've seen a ghost."

(ID below the cut.)

[ID: Six edited panels from Green Arrow, four of which are animated.

1: A silhouette of Oliver Queen in dark green. He's pulling back a bow string with an arrow ready to fire. Behind him are the gates of Heaven, formed out of geometric panels of pastel light against black brick.

2: A disheveled Oliver with long, unruly hair. He's got an arrow tied to an empty beer can notched in a makeshift bow. His body is wrapped in bandages, but he still wears his trademark hat and a green cape. Flashing text behind him reads: "Your government in action! Your tax dollars at work!"

3: Mia Dearden and Oliver Queen are silhouetted under a streetlamp. They stand in front of a green background with grey diagonal lines. Animated speech bubbles pop up over each of them. Oliver asks, "Me? You mean Green Arrow." Mia responds, "Give it up already, jeez. Oh, and I'm gonna need a place to crash."

4: Oliver, with short hair and a blue outfit, pulls an arrow from a bullseye. He starts as faded and black and white, but slowly returns to full color. The background is a copy of the Daily Planet that reads, "A Hero Falls," with a photo of him in the Green Arrow costume and a photo of an explosion.

5: Hal Jordan, appearing as a god with gray-blue skin, holds a small Oliver in his hands. They are surrounded by stars, which flicker in and out of focus. Two planets hovering at the edge of the frame move up and down.

6: Oliver, dressed as Green Arrow but without a hood, hat or face mask, viewed head-on. He's got a bow in one hand and a boxing glove arrow in the other. Text bubbles read, "Oh dear lord... We meet again." The background is an ombre from dark to light green, with grey lines moving diagonally across.

/End ID]

#green arrow #oliver queen #mia dearden #green arrow: quiver #quiver #arrowfam #dc #tbanimation #tbedits #2023reads #flashing gifs cw // #it's loving ollie queen hours #i have other comics i should have done this for first but this one has been on the brain recently so here we are #going back thru this run to find these pulls made me so emo. oliver you have so many problems but you mean so well.

[itslucyhenley]

I watched Meg Ryan’s new movie What Happens Later and I just have mad respect that the absolute queen of rom-coms directed a movie where in the first five minutes one of the characters unplugs a digital sign with a generic ad flashing the words “rom-com” on it and the omniscient airport announcer sounds like 90s trailer voice man. So meta, loved it. I watched it like it was week 15 of a college course on rom-coms where we just watched every classic Meg Ryan performance and then the professor says, now let’s see what america’s sweetheart herself has to say about it all. And we think we’re going to watch a traditional rom-com, a comeback, a triumphant return to a familiar place if you will, but we’re actually watching an existential two-hander stage play about perception and aging and what it means to really be honest with someone else and with yourself. And the songs are familiar 90s songs but they sound wrong because they’re just oddly homogeneous sounding covers of the originals. And the whole thing takes place in this unnamed regional airport during a storm, a liminal space where the foreground and backgrounds are filled with blurry faces and legs walking by in the background until eventually there’s a scene later on where they’re just silhouettes. After the first 10 minutes of the movie the characters only talk to each other and the electronic voices of support kiosks and the omnipotent airport announcer and take phone calls that we can’t hear the other end of and we don’t see the phone screen telling us who is calling. They sit in restaurants with no waitstaff and bars with no bartenders. There’s no sense of direction either you don’t get any sense of the layout of the space they’re occupying and the aerial shot of the airport at various points during the movie looks sharp but the characters are almost always walking in circles. I don’t know man I was riveted, I was stroking my chin in deep thought, I just kept saying “interesting, interesting.”

edit: also I left the dvd menu screen on for like two hours after I finished watching the movie, it just kept playing this absolutely hypnotic 18 seconds of the score over a clip of them dancing in a hallway as seen from the outside looking in through falling snow and there’s a continuity error where David Duchovny’s white shirt alternates between being tucked in and untucked and I didn’t even care. During that actual scene they’re dancing to “Pure” by The Lightning Seeds which is the only not-a-cover song in the movie i think? And at one point Meg Ryan looks up and yells “louder” and the music gets a little louder and I’m sitting on the couch in my living room but I’m trying to figure out where I am actually because I thought I was gonna watch a trope-heavy romcom but I’m sat here typing out this stream-of-consciousness movie analysis on tumblr dotcom.

#k thanks bye #what happens later #meg ryan #david duchovny

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

Kaiju Week in Review (March 3-9, 2024)

Shin Ultraman took an eternity to reach home video, but Godzilla Minus One will proceed as a more reasonable pace (by Japanese standards). Toho will release roughly one billion different editions on May 1, with Amazon- and Godzilla Store-exclusive physical bonuses both on offer. Godzilla Minus One/Minus Color is included with some of the pricier versions, or you can buy it as a standalone Blu-ray or DVD.

The black-and-white version of Shin Godzilla, SHIN GODZILLA:ORTHOchromatic, also hits Japanese home video on May 1. Like Minus Color, no 4K edition, just Blu-ray and DVD. A handful of new bonus features about ORTHOchromatic are included.

As is standard for Toho, none of these releases will be English-friendly. But given the films' popularity (and the lack of any legal way to watch Minus One since it left theaters), expect bootlegs to circulate at light speed.

Unsurprisingly, Godzilla Minus One cleaned up at the Japanese Academy Awards, with eight victories out of eleven nominations: Picture of the Year, Best Supporting Actress, Best Cinematography, Best Screenplay, Best Editing, Best Sound, Best Art Direction, and Best Lighting. That's one more than Shin Godzilla, and pretty much guarantees that the Toho Godzilla series will keep the prestige pictures coming. Strange times!

We'll see if Minus One can also capture Best Visual Effects at the American Academy Awards tonight. The Creator remains its biggest competition. The Gareth Edwards film is better-positioned by the usual metrics, with a second nomination for Best Sound and five wins at the Visual Effects Society Awards, but the enthusiasm gap for the films themselves may prove decisive. I'll be doing a much lengthier analysis during Wikizilla's Oscar stream tonight, which will start at about 6:00 PM ET, an hour before the ceremony begins.

Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire tickets may not be on sale yet, but Cinemark theaters have rolled out the above merch (much more efficiently than Target and Walmart have rolled out the toyline, if my local theater's any indication). I have a suspicion those plushies will be worth a mint a few years from now, small as they are; don't know about the other stuff. I bought the larger popcorn tin when I saw Dune: Part Two on Thursday. The promo image is deceptive, as the green area is transparent plastic and the Titan image is on the opposite wall of the tin, so that popcorn's either defying gravity or being held up by a hidden insert. There are Kong and Skar King variants as well, the latter revealing his height (318 feet). Poor Shimo; being the "secret" villain really narrows the amount of merch you get.

The other interesting GxK news this week (apart from the endless TV spot variants, which I'm not even trying to keep track of) is a collaboration with the American Red Cross, of all institutions. Donate blood, platelets, or AB Elite plasma from March 25 to April 7, get a free T-shirt. And for completion's sake, I'll mention the Roblox and Call of Duty cross-promos too.

Chibi Godzilla Raids Again, an unexpected delight last year, is getting a second season starting April 3. The official site revealed that Minilla is joining the cast, while those silhouettes to his right look like Titanosaurus (unjustly neglected in recent years), Gigan, and Gabara. Expect to follow the first season in being uploaded to the GODZILLA OFFICIAL by TOHO YouTube channel with English subtitles.

Here's another chance to watch Tsuburaya and Toei Animation's Kaiju Decode short, originally released in 2021. (It goes away at the end of the month, because every Japanese studio is apparently hellbent on making short films ephemeral, so download it now.) It's the basis for a recent mixed reality game for the Meta Quest 3 and Meta Quest Pro, hence its return to the spotlight.

UniVersus, a collectable card game predicated on pitting characters from various franchises against each other, is going all in on Godzilla after offering a couple of Minus One cards through highly convoluted means last year. They're releasing a couple of Godzilla Challenger Series (preconstructed decks) on June 21, one based around Godzilla and Mothra, the other around King Ghidorah and Rodan, with Mechagodzilla thrown into the mix for both. I've never played this game in my life, but the prospect of a shiny Godzilla card with James Stokoe art is sort of tempting.

#kaiju week in review #godzilla minus one #shin godzilla #home video #oscars #chibi godzilla raids again #godzilla x kong the new empire #king kong #kaiju