#sorry i suck at gifs

[kendyroy]

THEY’RE MARRIED

[ayo-edebiri]

Moulin Rouge! (2001) dir. Baz Luhrmann

[hwanswerland]

[eddiediaaz]

favorite 9-1-1 moments ↳ 31/? ✦ tommy and the 118 in 7.03 - capsized

[paramorefold]

The Only Exception (2010)

Still Into You (2013)

Hard Times (2017)

Thick Skull (2024)

BONUS: Now (2013)

[itsallaboutbl]

👀

[volatilemask]

P RANK QUOTA REACHED

[kimtaegis]

I wanna be with you. ↳ REBIRTH (INTRO)

[merthurweek2024]

MERTHUR WEEK 2024

☀️STARTING December 18th - 24th🌑

merthurweek 2024 has risen😈 and as always, i can't wait to see what brilliant creations everyone makes!! i love you all. thank you for allowing me to do this each year!! it’s officially just me this year in name🩷

have fun and enjoy!!💥

FOR FANFIC OR META WRITERS - prompts and/or themes for inspiration:

day one: quest(s) + angst

day two: court sorcerer!merlin + protective!others

day three: hate at first sight + hurt/comfort

day four: “what is that?!” + humor

day five: bamf!merlin + angst with a happy ending

day six: "it wasn’t meant to end this way" + dragons

day seven: magic reveal + canon era

there is an ao3 collection under the name which can be found here 'merthurweek2024’

if you wish to add your fics please put the day and prompt in your summary if posting to ao3.

reminder: merlin/arthur do not need to be the one to say the line or be the things exactly! and the + means and/or. these are mostly for inspiration alone. if you would like to just write modern royalty for day one, for example, and not use angst, then that's perfectly fine.

FOR GIFS/ VIDEO/ ART CREATORS - ideas and/or themes for inspiration:

day one: friends of/with merthur + red color palette (#740938 / #AF1740 / #CC2B52 / #DE7C7D)

day two: any song + orange color palette (#FF885B / #FFE5CF / #557C56 / #33372C) 

day three: symbolism + yellow color palette (#FEFFD2 / #FFEEA9 / #FFBF78 / #FF7D29)

day four: favorite parallel(s) + green color palette (#1A1A19 / #31511E / #859F3D / #F6FCDF) 

day five: why do you still love merlin in 2024? + blue color palette (#DFF2EB / #B9E5E8 / #7AB2D3 / #4A628A)

day six: any quote + purple color palette (#1A1A1D / #3B1C32 / #6A1E55 / #A64D79)

day seven: what went wrong? + white color palette (#F9F5F6 / #F8E8EE / #FDCEDF / #F2BED1) 

Rules:

must be posted on tumblr so i can reblog!

please tag your posts as #merthurweek2024 and/or tag this account directly.

NSFW is allowed, just please tag appropriately.

have fun and enjoy yourself! this week is all about supporting each other and sharing your work!

questions, concerns, or just wanna talk? you can dm or send asks at this account or my main @bellamyblakru

[rafeandonlyrafe]

three: lila

words: 1k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, threesome, rafe fucking other girl, virgin!reader, loss of virginity, saving for marriage, religious!reader, unprotected sex, marriage

rafe looks between you and your friend, and you instantly understand what he's asking for.

it's not hard to ask lila to leave the party, to come up to rafes bedroom. she's heard whispers among various friend groups that rafe likes his girls friends and that you have no problem with it either.

“are you sure?” lila asks, blinking up at you as you situate yourself to sit next to her head, her body already stripped naked.

“yeah.” you nod, eyes flickering between her concerned face and rafe undressing, his muscles on show as he lifts his shirt over his head.

“i just always thought you'd participate too…” lilas voice is a whisper, but you both know rafe can hear everything. the room is eerily silent despite the party going on downstairs, the soundproofing blocking anything from coming in or out.

“it's okay.” you swallow thickly. “ill just watch.”

it is okay, or at least, you've grown to be okay with it. you almost never get the spike of jealousy you used to get. you love rafe, and you know this is what you have to do to keep him for now.

“she's saving herself for when i put a ring on her finger.” rafe pipes up.

“oh.” it all makes sense to lila now. why playboy rafe cameron would date you, a devout christian, and why you'd be okay with him fucking other girls. it's because you can't fuck him yourself, not yet, but need to keep him satisfied.

you watch as rafe shoves his shorts and underwear down in one quick motion. it's not about love or passion when he's with these girls.

you can tell from the way he doesn't kiss them, doesn't hold them, merely uses them then leaves them laid slack on the bed.

rafe pushes lilas legs up so she's spread wide. he leans forward and whispers in your ear, the same confirmation he always does. “you're okay with this?”

you nod, and then he thrusts forward.

lilas cry of pain and pleasure has you frowning, hand coming to pet over her hair while rafe fucks into her roughly, not holding back.

you always make sure to bring back friends you won't get jealous of after making the mistake of bringing one of rafes ex's from high school up to his room only to feel the sick feeling of deep seated jealousy rise inside of you, and for you to stop rafe before he finished.

“god, he's-” lila blinks up at you as a tear slips down her cheek, which you quickly wipe away. “he's so big.”

you can't help the smile that comes to your face. you know exactly what you're in for on your wedding night, having watched the way rafe squeezes inside of every girl he's been with.

“y/n.” rafe moans out, needing your eyes on him. you keep petting lilas head but scooch closer to rafe.

“kiss me please.” rafe says, his voice laced with pleasure. you lean forward and press your lips against his, feeling an arm come around your torso and pull you all the way into him.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders, and part of you feels like he's inside you at that moment, and lila isn't there at all. you moan into rafes mouth, feeling his body move with every thrust, like he's pushing his way inside of your heart and making space for himself, but he already owns every inch of you.

“im buying a ring tomorrow.” rafe grunts against your lips.

you can't help but giggle, knowing tomorrow you'll both sober up and calm down and realize you're too young for marriage and you need to at least give it another year for you to finish your online degree, but that doesn't hold rafes tongue in the heat of the moment.

“i love you.” you coo to rafe.

“fuck.” rafe thrusts harder, you can tell by lilas moans. you pull away from him and move back to kneeling next to her, your hand coming back to pet her hair.

“you gonna cum lila?” you ask, blinking down at her. “it's okay, you can.”

“yeah-” she nods rapidly. “real close.”

you look up at rafe, who frowns slightly before rolling his eyes, hating that his lustful needs brings pleasure to other girls when you're the only one he truly wants to make cum, but he's not cruel, so he drops a thumb to lilas clit and rubs, keeping his eyes on you.

lilas entire body shakes as she cums, and rafe releases moments later into her, but to moans of your name.

“shh, take your time.” you tell lila, dropping a kiss to your friends forehead as she breaths heavily. “you can use the bathroom or whatever you need. you can spend the night here if you have to as well.”

rafe picks you up and doesn't even bother to say another word to lila, she's served her purpose to him.

“bye, lila!” you call out as rafe steps out into the hallway, still completely naked to transport you to the room next door and cuddle up with you like he really wants to. “thanks again!” you call before shutting the door, her body still slackened on the bed, cum dripping out onto the sheets.

“my girl.” rafe presses a kiss to your jaw as he takes you inside the bedroom, shutting and locking the door, no desire to go back to the party.

“you know…” you mumble. “i think i actually do want you to get that ring tomorrow.”

rafe perks up slightly as he sets you down on the bed. “oh yeah?”

“i mean, we'll need to be engaged for a bit so it makes sense, doesn't it?”

“ive already got one in mind.” rafe presses a kiss to your lips.

-- one year later --

“ive-” rafe swallows thickly. “ive literally dreamt about this.”

his cock is lined up with your entrance, your pretty white lace lingerie laying scattered across the floor of the honeymoon suite.

“please.” you whimper, not able to wait a moment longer.

rafe pushes in, and your head tips back as you moan, finally experiencing what you've just seen all those girls feel before. ecstasy. 

[lady-z-writes]

Distraction

Billy Butcher x reader

In which Butcher returns in a rage and needs you to take his mind off it.

Cw: smut (18+), masturbation, fingering, sex, oral, hair pulling, choking.

You hadn't planned on staying so late, but you'd gotten caught up in a podcast, enjoyed the silence of the empty space between the words.

A loud slam startles you. You're instantly on high alert, popping an ear bud out, holding your breath, realizing - damn it - it's 6pm already. The setting sun peeking through the window blinding you momentarily as you rise, you hear more slamming.

As you glance toward the door, there's the familiar cussing of Butcher. You can't help but heave a relieved breath. At least it wasn't a supe.

It's stupid of you, really, but you approach. Tentative. Anxious.

You say nothing when he meets eyes with you.

"What're you still doin' 'ere? It's late." His voice is almost a growl.

"I know. Wasn't paying attention."

He shoots you a look. "See? That's a problem, luv. You're distracted." He seems to get more angry as he thinks about it.

Before he can say anything else, his phone is going off and he glances down to read a message.

Rage overtakes him again. You think he's going to toss his phone at the wall, but he pockets it and slams a file folder on the desk beside him.

He runs his hands down his face.

You step closer, wanting to fix it; you're always wanting to fix it.

"This ain't somethin' you can fix, dutches," he mutters quietly, instantly reading you.

"Let me try."

He's about to say something, but instead he shakes his head, his boots sounding as he closes the distance between you.

And then he's kissing you so suddenly, you can't help but gasp. Moments - mere moments and you're catching up, kissing him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as he hoists you in his arms.

The kissing turns into you pawing at each other on the couch, to you grinding against his thigh only to feel his phone there, the thing vibrating with a text again and you startling. Butcher lets out a, "don't go givin' me ideas" when he hears you moan.

And before you know it, you're on your knees before his widespread legs, his cock out, his big hand stroking it. He makes you beg before he lets you put your mouth on him.

"Mmm, 'at's a good girl, takin' all of me."

Fingers wrap in your hair, he pulls any time you deepthroat him. You're wet from this, soaking your panties - hoping he'll treat you to some part of him after this; his hands, his mouth, his fingers - you'd thank him for any.

The anger sheds from him; turns into need. You do a good job of distracting him from whatever it was.

Butcher isn't loud, but he lets you know what he likes. He's grabby; touching you anywhere he can. And he's chatty - the filthy things coming from his mouth make you heated.

One hand pumping his cock as you suck him off, your other hand trails between your legs. You're clothed so it's not providing any real relief on your clit, but it feels good.

When Butcher sees, he's taunting you. "Ohh such a sneaky thing you are. Those dainty fingers ain't got half the tricks I do. You thinkin' about them? Thinking of my meaty fucking hand cupped around your pretty fucking cunt?"

Another deep throat. He yanks your hair as you stroke his balls.

You linger there, down on his cock, tongue pressing against the underside of him, his vein pulsing, your hand gentle on his balls. As you come up for one more go, he's forcing you back down and you're almost choking. He cums without warning and you do your best to swallow him down.

Moments pass. He's got you sprawled across the desk in seconds.

When he undresses you, you're arching toward him, eager to kiss him again, but he's biting his way down your body, marking up your thighs in his travel to your center.

He's pocketed your panties. He would.

You're about to comment when his mouth finds your clit and he's sucking. You cry out, surprised when a finger plays with your wetness, slips inside of you, arches just right. You're saying his name like a hymn and he hasn't done anything yet, not really.

You want to ask for more, but he's way ahead of you: inserting another finger, working up the speed. You're blissed out already. He matches the pace with his mouth.

The groans he lets out shoot vibrations right through you and you're embarrassed at how fast you cum for him.

He keeps up pace, doesn't falter a second.

When you hear a, "fuuuuck you're fun," you're tempted to offer all of you to him - but he's way ahead of you.

You hear his pants hit the floor, feel his mouth leaving you.

"What say you, we have a bit of a go then?"

You pant out a, "please" and he's slipping his fingers out of you.

You pull him close before he's expecting it, kiss him harshly. Billy tries to push you back down, but you put up a fight, shoving his arms away so you can keep kissing him.

He lets out a growl when you bite his neck in the scuffle.

Of course, he ultimately wins and pins you against the desk. He wastes no time angling your hips and lining himself up with your entrance. A few strokes of his cock against your wetness and he's pushing inside of you.

He pauses until you're comfortable but that's the only kindness he gives you. His pace is unrelenting; you can feel his desperation. It doesn't stop his fingers from pressing against your clit and making you cum again.

"'At's right, cum on my cock, love. So good how you squeeze me."

He chokes you and you realize you like it. The feel of his big hand on your throat, holding you in a way that's between care and desperation. He knows what he's doing - knows just when to let go; like he's testing you.

You have no control. He's completely consuming you. It's freeing, almost.

Another orgasm later and you're pretty sure you're seeing stars. When he demands another, you tell him you can't; you've never.

"You will," he growls.

And he's right.

You cum again. He's so overwhelmed by the feel of you, he almost spills inside. A drop of cum plops on the floor before he's stroking himself over you, painting your belly with his cum.

It's filthy and arousing all at once.

You want more of him.

And he can read it all over your face.

"Ah, such a pretty fuckin sight you are; all painted up for me. Fucking gorgeous."

You almost assume he'll leave you like this, but as you lie there catching your breath, you feel a cloth wiping softly against your skin.

Hm. Billy and aftercare. Who knew?

"Come home with me, love?" It's quiet, the deep rumble of his voice.

And you're so damn eager to say yes but you catch your breath, nod up at him, feel the intimacy of this moment; feel raw and real for once in your time knowing Butcher.

You manage out, "Anything for you" and watch the emotion dance across his face.

[inacatastrophicmind]

[ayo-edebiri]

The third kiss was, like, amazing.

The princess diaries (2001) // Heartstopper (2022 -)

[hag-freak]

[sukunasbow]

protecter, daryl dixon.

summary: in which your daughter gets curious about you and daryl’s relationship after he continues to protect the two of you!

warnings: obviously reader has a kid, fem!reader, and this is not yet proof read!

notes: requested by anon, hope this finds you well bby!

The prison is gone. The governor destroyed it and everything in it’s path, leaving it for the dead to make their new home. Now, the group is separated, everyone off with their own smaller group, hoping to reunite and find each other again.

You, fortunately, got split off with your daughter, who you never would’ve left, and Daryl. The three of you are somewhere in the forest, surrounding a small fire, eating scraps of the rabbit the man killed.

“Here, want some more?” You offer your daughter some more of your share of the rabbit meat, making sure she’s not going hungry for the night. “No, she can have some of mine.” Daryl insists, gently pushing your hand back down, instead offering the little girl some of his share. “I’m full.” Your daughter rejects the offer, brushing her hands off on her pants, “Ya sure?” He asks again. She nods in response.

“Okay, let’s go to sleep.” You move towards your daughter and give her your sweater, leaving you in a tank top. It’s a cold night, but she’s your priority at the moment, so you help her put on the clothing. “Night, mommy.” She mumbles, pausing for a second and patting the wood chips and dirt down, then lying down. “Goodnight, Daryl.” The girl adds. You glance at him, admiring his smile at your daughter.

Your daughter sits up, scanning her surroundings. It’s still dark out, she couldn’t sleep. “Mommy.” She whispers, attempting to wake you up. Your currently sleeping next to Daryl, his arms wrapped around your waist, soft snores escaping from his lips. “Mommy.” The young girl shakes you again. “What’s wrong?” Daryl shoots up when he hears your daughter’s voice, immediately grabbing his crossbow that’s next to him, turning back to face her. “I couldn’t sleep.” She says. “Oh.” Daryl places the weapon back down, carefully shuffling around to sit next to the girl, deciding to let you get some more rest.

“What’s keeping ya up?” He asks your daughter, receiving a shrug in response. “

Are you scared?” Daryl tries a different approach to his question.

She shrugs.

“Okay.” He pauses, starting to feel awkward in the silence, deciding to pick a small flower out of the ground and twirl it around in his hands. “So, you’re dating my mom?” She blurts out. Daryl’s eyes widen slightly, causing him to drop the flower, turning to face her. “What?” He replies. “I’m not stupid.” The girl pauses, “I know you like her.” She continues, teasing the older man about your relationship with him. He gets flustered, slightly blushing, “None of your business, it’s personal, adult stuff.” He scoffs, earning a laugh from her. “It became my business. You’re always protecting us, which is nice. I like you, I think you’re good for my mom. But..” She sighs, “If you ever do anything to hurt her, you won’t see the next day.” She threatens the man. Daryl shakes his head, not taking your daughter seriously, but still responding with an honest answer, “I’d never hurt her.”

[colbrot]

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