#2part

[h7quinn]

Overwatch | “Shooting Star” Overwatch | "Падающая звезда" Please, let’s reblog my gifs, and send on the people. ^^

[novistarplanet]

it was supposed to be a normal day well it was a normal day.

You were just slipping into your schedule as usual. Waking up , kissing your husband, make breakfast, etc. You follow the same steps without a fail everyday but today everything just came crashing.

You and Katsuki were watching tv like always wrapped in each other arms and making commentary on random parts of the show your only daugther Katsumi came and join you too for a while.

You didn’t expect her to stay long she was always on the phone with her friends giggling and laughing or training with her father.

But at that moment you just had a feeling like she should stay home but you dont know why you agreed with Katsuki to let her go out.

But you did

and that was the worst choice of you life.

it was last at time when you heard your doorbell go off you thought it was your daughter and you were ready to scold her.

It wasn’t until you open the door seeing a pro hero in their uniform.

you didn’t even get a chance to open your mouth as the words rolled off he’s tongue

you didn’t even remember when Katsuki came behind you

you didn’t even remember the last time you smiled since that moment

[muxas-world]

Assen 2024 pictures ;)

[bizlybebo]

yet again sorting jrwi characters into the categories of cat/dog for my own enrichment

[clanceey]

The World, Falling Apart Around You

(Ellie Williams x Reader)

Summary: Taking place directly after the events of The Last of Us2, a heavily injured Ellie Williams washes up on the shore of the lighthouse you call home. Trying to avoid feeling any guilt, you do what you can to nurse her back to health, realizing you've committed to more than you initially thought when you start to spill blood in a desperate attempt to keep Ellie from dying. Bitterness happens to take over when the grieving woman doesn't even care. You and Ellie dance around each other for weeks. Two hostile, untrusting and damaged souls who don't know how to do anything but fight learn how to be intimate again.

Genre: Post Canon Post Apocalypse, Slow Burn, Strangers to Enemies to Lovers

Warnings: Gore, Violence, Yearning

[untouchedsoap]

losing my mind about carmelinda specifically amethar and ruby's just disregard for her post jet death im LOSING it

[pikslasrce]

wheres that photo of that scenecore kid cryong on a pink bed.. me rn

[robotsandramblings]

ok!! we're halfway through Bad Batch S2!! Kevin!!! KEVIN KINER!!! I NEED YOU TO RELEASE THE MUSIC FOR EPISODES 1-8!!!! PLEASE!!!!!

[kerenzapostcardscollection]

From Portugal

Postcard: x

[h7quinn]

Overwatch | “Honor and Glory” Overwatch | «Честь и слава» Please, let’s reblog my gifs, and send on the people. ^^

[astya96cc]

January Tops Collection 2023 Part 2

Part 1 [x]

top 04 (with | without sleeves)

52 swatches

new mesh

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teen - elder

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top 06

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teen - elder

​all morphs

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Download: Early Access at Patreon or Boosty  (Public access in February 8)

[littlemisscantloveyouback]

Hi, it’s the anon that requested the short!reader request, 10/10 thank you so much 🕺

Sounds like a 2part to me lol

T.w.⚠: rough sex, fingering, reader is kind of anxious, Dom logan, dirty talk.

Part two to this story

Logan was coming home today and you couldn't stop thinking about what you said last night, you were just really horny last night and didn't mean to say that but Logan didn't know that.

You were teaching a class when he came home, he stood in the doorway then sat in one of the empty seats in the back of the class.

You felt your breath hitch and saw him smirking at you, you were so flustered but kept on teaching.

After class, he spoke as he walked over to your desk. "So, y/n, do you have something to say?" He stood over you as you sat in your chair and looked down at the floor not wanting to face him.

He lifted your face to look at him as he knelt in front of you. "Come on, Logan, you know how I get, and we can't have sex here. What if someone hears." He started to rub your inner thigh as he held his eye contact.

"Yes I do know how you get but," he pulled you closer as he whispered in your ear. "You know how I get." With skilled fingers, Logan begins to unbutton your blouse, revealing the lace of your bra beneath. He takes his time, savoring the moment as he exposes your creamy skin inch by inch. His touch is gentle yet possessive, making you ache with need. "You're gorgeous, Y/n," he breathes, his lips trailing kisses along your collarbone.

You gasp as his fingers glide beneath your bra, cupping your breasts and thumbing your hardening nipples. He teases them, rolling and pinching gently, until you're squirming with pleasure. "Please, Logan," you beg, your voice hoarse with desire."Not yet," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "I want to taste you first." Logan slides down, kneeling before you, and hooks his fingers into the waistband of your skirt. He tugs it down your thighs, revealing your lace-clad thighs and the moist fabric of your panties.

You're wet, and you know it. Logan's mere presence has you dripping with anticipation. He runs his fingers along the edge of your panties, making you shiver as he traces your slit through the silk. "So wet already," he growls, his voice thick with desire.

Logan hooks his fingers into the sides of your panties and slowly pulls them down, exposing your glistening pussy. He leans in, his warm breath tickling your sensitive skin. "Beautiful," he murmurs, before his tongue makes contact with your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

His mouth is hot and skilled, licking and sucking your sensitive bud. He teases you with light, feathery touches, making you squirm and moan. You grip the edge of the desk, your knuckles turning white as you struggle to hold on as his tongue works its magic.

"Oh, Logan," you cry out, your hips thrusting involuntarily as he sucks your clit between his lips. He inserts a finger into your wetness, curling it to find your sweet spot. Your body tightens around his finger as he strokes you from the inside, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me, Y/n," he urges, his voice muffled against your core. He adds another finger, stretching you, filling you with a delicious fullness as he continues to lick and suck your clit. You're on the precipice, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

With one final, firm flick of his tongue, you explode, crying out his name as your orgasm rips through you. Your body shakes, trembling with the force of your release, and Logan continues to lap at your sensitive flesh, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.

As your breathing slowly returns to normal, Logan stands, his eyes dark with desire. "My turn," he growls, his voice laced with hunger. He wastes no time, unzipping his pants and freeing his thick, throbbing cock. It stands proudly, already glistening with pre-cum.

He positions himself behind you, his hands on your hips as he guides his cock to your entrance. "Tell me you want this," he demands, his voice hoarse.

"Yes, Logan, please," you plead, craving his possession. He teases you, rubbing the head of his cock against your slick folds, making you whimper with need. Then, with one firm thrust, he buries himself inside you.

You gasp as he fills you, stretching you deliciously. Logan's hands grip your hips, guiding you as he sets a relentless pace, pounding into you with primal urgency. The desk creaks beneath you as he fucks you hard and deep, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Logan grunts, his breath hot on your neck. He reaches around, finding your clit with his thumb, and begins to rub in circles, sending you spiraling towards another climax.

You cry out, your body tensing as the pleasure builds. "I'm gonna come, Logan!" you shout, your voice echoing off the classroom walls. He pounds into you harder, his own release imminent.

With a final, powerful thrust, Logan empties himself inside you, his hot cum filling your pussy as your orgasm crashes over you. You cry out his name, your body shaking violently as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

As your breathing slows, Logan leans in, his lips brushing your ear. "That was one hell of a lesson, Y/n, I missed you" he whispers, his voice satisfied.

Anyway I loved writing this thank you for reading bye<3333

[bornonthesavage]

Tell Me "Don't", So I Can Crawl Back In Part 2

Part 1 Part 3

Eddie Munson was having a crisis. No, maybe that was too strong a word. This was just a minor existential examination of everything he’d ever known. Because up until today, it had been a known truth of the universe that all jocks were irredeemable assholes whose sole purpose in life was to make Eddies worse. And for the most part, that was still what he believed. Except, now there was big, glaring dent in this truth. A big, glaring dent in the form of Steve Harrington.

When he’d looked up and seen that stupid, handsome face, he’d immediately known he was about to have a bad time. Would probably have his papers stomped on, maybe a few books ripped. So one can forgive Eddie his momentary lack of brain function when Steve actually got down and started to help. And then he apologized. Like, actually apologized. And he seemed sincere. Which had completely knocked the wind out of Eddie’s sails. He’d been so prepared to say something scathing, to mock him and then hightail it out of there before he got his ass kicked.

But then, to make it worse, Steve knew about Dungeons and Dragons. And he babysat. He babysat nerdy kids who played Dungeons and Dragons, and he offered that information up like it was nothing. Like it didn’t rock Eddie to his very fucking core. And then, of course, he delivered the killing blow in the form of a genuine smile. Like he was made of fucking sunshine.

Goddamn it. Eddie had done such a good job at keeping his horrible, ill-advised crushes on straight boys under control. Because sure, he’d looked at Steve before. It was impossible not to, when he looked like freaking Apollo, all golden tanned and built like a dream. Being that Eddie was the only queer guy he knew of in Hawkins, it wasn’t like he had any choice but to have crushes on straight guys. Pickings were slim, and Eddie was starving.

So yes, he’d snuck a look at Steve in the past. Either in the halls, or as he jogged around the track field, or on one memorable occasion when he’d accidentally stumbled into a swim meet and caught an eyeful of tight little swim trunks. But that was fine. Looking was fine.

Only, now he’d talked to him. And Steve was no longer just a hot, mean jock. Because he hadn’t seemed mean at all. He’d seemed pretty nice, actually. Maybe that was what happened, when a person lost everything that had once made them what they were. Now, Steve had to reinvent what he was. Well, if that was the case, he was off to a pretty good start. Maybe Eddie could give him a few pointers. Take him under his wing. Maybe Steve would---

No. No! He was not going to go down that rabbit hole. That was dangerous. What he needed to do was stay far away from Steve Harrington. That pretty boy was nothing but trouble, and Eddie had more than enough of that in his life as it was.

He dragged his pillow up and pressed it over his face before screaming into it. This was ridiculous. He couldn’t actually be this weak. One nice smile sent his way, and he was ready to drop all his carefully crafted walls. It was pathetic.

Eddie rolled off his bed and climbed to his feet. This was fine. It wasn’t like Steve was ever going to talk to him again. Today had been a total fluke. From now on he could go back to sneaking glances across crowded rooms. So really, there was no need to dwell on this. He repeated that sentiment as he made his way out of his room and to the kitchen, where he proceeded to make the worlds loudest bowl of cereal. And the thing was, he didn’t even realize how hard he was slamming the cabinets until Wayne looked up from the tv.

“Eds, what on Gods green earth has gotten you so worked up?”

He huffed. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

Wayne gave him a look. “Now I know that ain’t true. The only time you slam shit is when you’ve gotten yourself all worked up about something. So, spill.”

Eddie growled and shoved the milk roughly back into the fridge. “It’s just… Gah!” He scooped up a too big bite of cereal and shoveled into his mouth. “Stupid boys! And their stupid smiles!”

Wayne, of course, knew about Eddie. Had know for years. But they didn’t talk about it. Not beyond the initial talk they’d had, when Wayne had assured him that he would love and support Eddie no matter what. And then, after that, the very awkward and horrible discussion about safe sex. Which wasn’t an issue for Eddie, considering he was a virgin.

“Well,” Wayne said slowly. “I can’t say I relate. But, yeah. I understand the sentiment.”

Eddie shook his head and glared into his bowl. “He thinks he can just smile at me, and I’ll forget about what a douche bag he was.”

Wayne hummed. “No, you don’t want to be getting mixed up with that sort.”

“Exactly!” Eddie cried, pointing his spoon at his uncle. “Exactly.”

Without another word, he turned and scampered back into his room. Once he was safely tucked into his cocoon of blankets, he let himself ruminate on the problem of Steve. Because really, what sort of name was that. Steve. Just a boring old name. The kind of name Eddie imagined a mailman to have.

Steve could be a mailman, if he wanted to. He’d look good, in those khaki shorts. Eddie could picture him, biceps bulging as he hefted a large package to Eddie’s door. Maybe he’d be hot and would need to come inside to cool down. And once inside, maybe he’d feel the need to deliver a different sort of package… No! Shit, no no no.

Eddie clamped his teeth down on his spoon hard enough to hurt. This was ridiculous. Harrington didn’t deserve a starring role in his fantasies. It wasn’t like he’d done anything great. So what, he’d picked up a few papers. Big deal. No, it was imperative that Eddie put Steve out of his mind completely.

That became an issue the very next day. Eddie was situated at the head of the lunch table, just like always. His pack of merry freaks lined the table, already talking over each other about one thing or another. Gareth and Jeff had their head bowed together, discussing something to do with D&D. Josie and Mic were arguing over something that had happened in history class, while Grant and Todd discussed a movie they’d gone to see over the past weekend. Eddie grinned as he observed his friends. This was his domain, and there was peace.

At least there was, until out of the corner of his eyes, Eddie spotted an approaching enemy. And okay, maybe it was a bit much to call Steve an enemy. Before yesterday, sure. But now… Steve was an anomaly. An anomaly that was rapidly approaching their table with a tray in hand. Eddie sat frozen, his eyes wide, all the way up until Steve stopped beside him. The rest of the table seemed to have noticed him as well, as they’d fallen silent. Steve smiled down at Eddie as if he weren’t doing the strangest thing that had ever happened at Hawkins High.

“Hey Eddie, what’s up?”

He could physically feel his brain reeling, searching in his files for what the appropriate response to this situation was. All he could come up with was a garbled “Wha?”

Steve didn’t seem phased. “I said, what’s up? How’re you doing?”’

Eddie blinked rapidly. “Uh, yeah man. I’m fine. Did you… need something?”

“Oh, actually.” Steve reached around into his back pocket and pulled out a folded black square of cloth. A very familiar one, at that. He’d honestly thought he’d lost it. But to see it now, held out in Steve Harrington’s hand, was almost too much. Eddie choked.

“You dropped this yesterday, and I wanted to give it back. Wasn’t sure if it had any significant meaning to you.”

Yeah, you could say that. Eddie reached out slowly, almost afraid Steve was about to rip his hand away and call him out. Tell the whole school what a black hanky meant, and what that made Eddie. But that didn’t happen. Steve allowed the cloth to slip through his fingers, all the while wearing that same casual grin.

“Oh, um. Thanks dude.”

“It’s no problem,” Steve said with a shrug.

Eddie expected him to leave, now that he’d done his daily good deed or whatever. But he didn’t. Steve continued to stand beside him, looking infuriatingly normal. As if this wasn’t so, so weird. Then, to make matters even more bizarre, he turned his smile on the rest of the table.

“Hey guys.”

It took monumental effort, but Eddie finally managed to drag his eyes away from Steve and back to his friends. It was actually pretty funny, the way they all wore matching expression of astoundment and confusion. Their faces looked the way Eddie felt on the inside. Nobody gave a response. When Steve still didn’t leave, Eddie cleared his throat.

“Uh, was there something else you needed?”

Steve’s expression shifted then, turning almost bashful. Eddie despised how cute he found it. “Actually, yeah. I was sort of wondering if I could sit with you?”

The silence that rang, following that statement, was loud. Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie could see his friends begin to shift with distrust. Because yeah, this was really bizarre. At least Eddie had some context, given their encounter yesterday. But had Steve really fallen so low, so desperate for friends, that he was willing to slum it with the freaks?

The awkwardness seemed to finally catch up with Steve, as he began to ramble. “It’s just, I was late to the cafeteria, so my usual table is taken. And, I mean, I guess I could go eat outside or in the library, but that seems like a level of lame I’d rather not fall to. So I saw you, and remembered I had to return your bandana. And then I saw you had extra chairs and figured I’d ask. But if not it’s fine, I can go—”

“No!”

Eddie wanted to clamp a hand over his own stupid mouth. Did he have to sound so loud and eager? Fuck, he really was pathetic. But at least Steve wasn’t much better, with the way he was staring down at Eddie with those big, brown eyes.

“I just mean, no, it’s fine. You can sit with us.” Eddie explained. His shin received a hard kick from under the table, but he ignored it. “If his highness wishes to dine with the peasants, who am I to deny him?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I already told you, I’m not a king anymore.”

“Ah!” Eddie cried, leaping to his feet. “A fallen heir. How tragic. Well, I always have room in my court for a weary traveler.”

What the fuck was he doing? He should be telling Steve to go away, to leave them alone. There was no way this was going to be a good thing for his newfound straight boy crush. And yet his mouth seemed to have a mind of its own, that filthy traitor. And it was worse, when Steve lit up like Eddie had just told him today was second Christmas. Because oh no. Now Eddie wanted to see that again. He wanted to please Steve Harrington.

“Oh, cool. Thanks. I can sit down at the end, if you want.”

Yeah, that would be good. Put some distance between them. Of course, his stupid fucking mouth had other ideas. “No, it’s fine. Just pull a chair up next to me.”

Fuck! That wasn’t what he’d meant to say! God dammit. But it was too late, because Steve was already beaming like a kid at Disneyland. Eddie watched as he set his tray down, then walked to a nearby table and stole a chair to drag over. He shot a panicked glance at his friends, and found that they were all looking at him like he’s lost his mind. Gareth’s face very clearly said “What the hell are you doing?” Eddie sent him a desperate shrug.

Steve plopped down right beside Eddie. Which was so stupid, because there definitely wasn’t enough room at the head of the table for two people. It forced them to sit practically pressed against each other, with Steve’s warm thigh lining up perfectly with Eddie’s leg. Steve didn’t even seem to notice. He just cast a guileless smile around to the rest of the gang.

“So, what’s up?”

Based on all the blank faces, that seemed to be what everyone else was thinking. Jeff was the first that seemed to recover, as he cast a look between Steve and Eddie. “Uh, yeah, we’re kind of wondering the same thing.”

Steve ripped open a bag of chips and threw a few into his mouth. “Oh, shit, sorry. Did Eddie not tell you? We sort of started talking yesterday when I accidentally ran into him. We shared some minor bonding over my slight knowledge of Dungeons and Dragons, so we’re pretty much friends now.”

They were? What the fuck? This was news to him!  The rest of the group was looking at Eddie now though, and he was really not prepared to unpack all this with an audience. He waved his hands.

“All of you, as you were. Stop gawking like heathens, just because we have a bit of fresh meat at the table.”

There were several shouts of indignation, but Eddie silenced them with a look. They would discuss this later, but not here. It wasn’t like Eddie was opposed to making a scene. Oh no, he engaged in a good bit of table theater at least once per week. But in this instance, he had no idea what to make of this new development. It was unnerving, and Eddie needed time to poke at it before he made any moves. Surely Steve had some ulterior motives. Whatever they were, Eddie would find them.

Reluctantly, the rest of the group went back to their conversations. Which left Eddie with Steve, who was looking at him with an amused curl to his mouth.

“What?”

“That was pretty impressive.”

“What was?”

Steve rolled his eyes. What a bitch. “How you got them all to listen to you. I could use a few pointers. Maybe then I could get the middle schoolers I look after to actually do what I say for once.”

Eddie grinned wide, showing off all his teeth. “It’s all in the presentation, Stevie boy. If you hold yourself like you’re the one in charge, everyone else will listen.”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Steve said, chewing slowly. “That’s kind of what I used to do. It works better on people our age, though. Middle schoolers can see through an act like nobody’s business.”

“Well then, Stevie boy, make sure it’s not an act.”

Steve huffed. “That’s easier said than done. Especially when I have no clue what I’m doing most of the time. Fake it till you make it only works when you have at least a tiny bit of a plan. I’m just out here wandering through the dark.”

Well shit, that sounded awfully close to vulnerability. “Careful, Steve, you don’t want to go around admitting that sort of thing where predators might hear you.”

Steve quirked an eyebrow up. “What, like you?”

Huh. Nobody, ever, in their right mind had referred to Eddie as a predator. No, he figured he belonged somewhere in the small mammal category. Like a gopher, or maybe a mink. You could probably make a real nice fur coat out of him.

“Buddy boy, out of the two of us, I think you fall more in line with the predators.”

Steve hummed and popped a grape into his mouth. Eddie watched, transfixed, as Steve rolled the fruit around in his mouth. First to one cheek, then the other, before letting it pop back to the front of his teeth. What the fuck? Just eat the damn thing!

“I feel like I’m more of a golden retriever,” he eventually said. “Does that count as a predator?”

Eddie snorted. “No, it doesn’t. But I’m not so sure about a golden retriever. You’re too bitchy for that. Maybe a different breed.”

“And which breed would that be?” Steve asked, tilting his head.

“Don’t know. Can’t say I know you all that well.”

Steve narrowed his eyes, as though considering. “That’s fair. Tell you what, once we hang out a little more, you let me know which breed of dog you think I am. Okay?”

Eddie knew he should object, tell him to go find someone else to bother. But he was, in fact, a weak, weak man. And here Steve Harrington was, saying he wanted to hang out. And he was supposed to, what? Tell him no? Have restraint? Self-respect? It was overrated. Especially when compared with the opportunity to sit in the presence of a very pretty boy. So, Eddie found himself nodding his head, meeting Steve’s eye.

“Alright Harrington. You’ve got a deal.”

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[the-elegant-necromancer]

Who says magic has rules? Part 2

Part 1 here

Cinder finds herself in a plain white space all alone.

Cinder: Hello? Where am I? Did I actually die?

Phyrra: Hello again

Cinder: What! But, oh Im really dead this time?

Phyrra: Not exactly, I mean you're close. Its nice to see you.

Cinder: What? So if Im not dead why the hell am I seeing you?

Phyrra: Well its complicated. You took the maiden powers when you weren't supposed to. so there are some bits left over.

Cinder: Bits what bits?

Phyrra: Well me for starters

Cinder: So if Im not dead then what the hell! I can't just stay here, he's out there trying to heal me and its going to get him killed!

Phyrra: Calm down, time moves different here.

Cinder: Don't you tell me to be calm, that fool is going to get himself killed over me and I will NOT allow that!

Phyrra: Well that answers a few of my questions. *starts laugh warmly*

Cinder: What questions! What are you talking about.

Phyrra: Take good care of him for me okay? Oh and you're going to have to teach him how to use the maiden powers... or hm, what should we call it?

Cinder: Wait, so, I was right? *Smugly smiling*

Phyrra: Eh... fifty-fifty

Cinder: Wait what does THAT mean? Stop being so vague!

Phyrra: Sorry, thats all Im really allowed to say. Just be gentle with his heart okay? He's going to need you.

Cinder: *Wakes up taking a harsh breath before coughing*

Jaune: Firelight! Oh you're okay, I though I lost you for a minute.

Cinder: I think you did... *still coughing roughly trying to catch her breath*

Jaune: I'm just glad you're okay.

Cinder: You have Phyrra to thank for that... and this....

Jaune: Wait you saw her!? And for wha- Mrph!

Cinder: *Kissing him hard slipping the man a little tongue before pulling away slowly* That.

Jaune: Oh... wow, okay... wait why do I feel, weird?

Cinder: *Smiling smugly* Turns out I WAS right, or in a manner. Turns out maidens are supposed to have guardians. I just made you mine.

Jaune: Wait! What does that even mean?

Cinder: It means that you can use the same power I can, as long as Im alive that is.

Jaune: Why didn't Ozpin ever say anything about that? Seems like a huge oversight!

Cinder: Ask the old man once we're out of here. Right now *starts to stand looking at where her wound used to be* We should go, there is a passage not far from here.

Jaune: Alright but you're going to have to tell me how these powers work... its not like you gave me a user manual with that kiss.

Cinder: You're clever, you'll figure it out.

Jaune: Uh huh... so anything else I should know about being your guardian knight?

Cinder: No idea, but if I come close to dying again Ill ask Phyrra to explain it.

Jaune: Just great.

[winte-ry]

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[nicoliine]

Right now I'm working on so many drafts at the time that it's hard to keep up with them.

Most of them are nearly finished so should end up being published before friday but just cannot decide which one I should finish first.

This is me rn.