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[pinetreevillain]

Reassurance Part 3/3

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[shellxrls]

everybody moved on I STAYED HERE

[socialc1imb]

Drunk doodles. Creatur.

Me eee

[haec-an]

mark & haechan tds3 soundcheck day 3

[okcoolthanks]

Maybe i will make pinterest boards for the yaouri guys. Instead of doi g school

Reaalalllllll music yaouri is more important than like. Algebra or whatevevrfr

[weasleys-wizard-writes]

Beautiful Ruiner, Damn My Ashes

George Weasley x Reader Smut 18+

A standalone fic from the We Stood In the Sun (Before It Exploded) series.

Genre: Smut, Angst(?)

Content Warnings:

NSFW

Grief

Word Count: 1,296

He panted heavily, his chest heaving as he groaned out in both anguish and pleasure, the feeling of your nails raking down his back somehow splintering him and bringing him to life all at once.

God, you were ruinous.

The way you looked up at him when he touched you like this, filled you like this, it was addictive, life altering, something he could not live with nor without.

You would be the end of him,

And oh what a cruel and beautiful fate that would be.

The crescents of your nails stamped permanently into his skin, your voice the last thing to play before his ears, and your body beneath his the final thing his eyes would ever see,

How could he dare to argue with such a lecherous end to his life? Such a fruitful lust, as long as it culminated in him seeing the stars that played behind your eyelids when you finally came undone for him.

So beautiful,

So heartbreaking,

So necessary,

So incredibly ruinous in Every. Single. Way.

The end of all ends,

The beginning of all beginnings,

Your body, your pleasure, you.

He felt guilt begin to build in his chest as he watched you, brushed the hair out of your face and behind your ear as you whimpered pitifully beneath his body, helpless to his never ending barrage of fulfilling thrusts as he penetrated you to the hilt

over and

over

and

over

again.

He growled harshly at his own uncontrollable thoughts,

His own uncontrollable needs,

And quickly took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, watching as you opened your eyes to meet his familiar, cold gaze.

But he was so struck at what he saw within those eyes that his hip-bruising voracity waned, and his own orbs widened in surprise,

There was hope there, pride, joy, and something else he could not put his finger on,

Or rather, something that he did not want to put his finger on,

But, no matter,

They were rather occupied at the moment anyhow.

But those eyes,

So beautiful, so shiny even in the dimmed light of his bedroom, where only the dying bulb of his bedside lamp and the moon could light his path to salvation,

(to you).

He was awestruck.

There was silence in his mind for a few moments, as he stared down at your body, at the place where the two of you were connected as one, despite everything he had done, and everything that he had not.

But then, noting his slowed thrusts and sudden lack of urgency, you mewled for him in a way that made his mind race, those claws of yours moving from his back to his hips to pull and scratch at them, causing them to stutter before speeding up once more.

Surely you would kill him like this, oh beautiful ruiner, damn far more than his soul, but even his ashes to Hell for the thoughts you caused him to have.

He was ruined for anyone save for this woman who laid before him, that was for certain.

And all of his feelings for you, the hatred, the annoyance, the fondness, the admiration, and that one other thing he had seen in your eyes...

They made it so hard to focus, so hard to forget, and he couldn’t help but wonder what else he was doing this for if not that.

Why was he buried within you, gasping for air, pressing his sweaty forehead against your own and almost smiling, if not to forget?

He could not bring himself to answer the question, but he could bring himself to push it away, and drown himself in you,

And so he did.

George began to thrust his hips into yours even harder, his finger tips digging into your ass and hips with a bruising force as he lifted you towards him for better access, desperate to be connected, and desperate to be whole again.

You gave him all that he could ask for and more, and he hissed when he felt you press closer, your ankles locking around his hips as you squeezed your thighs tighter to his body, your head falling back in what he prayed was bliss.

You were a perfect sight to behold, such beautiful damnation, as if you were made solely for his eyes to see.

Suddenly,

Cursing, gasping, growling, George came deep inside of you, his hands shaky as he lowered you to the bed completely, slowly severing the connection between your bodies.

It was cold all alone, so cold when he couldn’t feel you, that he had half a mind to bury himself inside your heat once more, and just forget about the outside world.

But before he could, you spoke, confusion in your voice as you raised your hand to his face to brush some of his over-grown ginger locks away from his eyes.

“George?”

You asked softly, and your voice made him shiver far more than the coldness of this lonely world outside of you ever could.

“Yes?”

He replied quietly, as if afraid he would frighten you away if he spoke too loudly.

“Why wont you kiss me again?”

George felt his eyes widen at your words, and they swept over your form slowly as his mouth began to form a response,

“I can’t, it wasn’t fair when I did before. It wasn’t real, it was just hungry, and cruel, and I won’t do that to you again. I’m not a monster, Y/n. I’m not.”

His words were spoken more to reassure himself than you, and he knew that, but even so he looked towards you once more to see your reaction, and the sorrow and everything else, unchanged from before, that could be found within your eyes was very nearly too much for him to bear.

Especially that unnamed emotion, the one that made his stomach clench in fear.

You raised your fingers, adept and nimble, familiar and haunting, to his face once more, this time framing his cheek and stroking it gently with your thumb as you spoke, sympathy so evident within your tone that it should’ve made George angry,

But this time it only hurt.

“Oh but George,”

You murmured, and he panicked as your familiarity started to fade, and that emotion he could not, would not, name, began to bleed away from your gaze,

“If that’s true, then why are you here?”

Ice cold fear clutched at George’s chest as your body beneath him vanished, your warmth replaced with an oh so familiar nothingness that made him want to weep for not just what he had lost, but for what he had never even had the opportunity to lose in the first place.

He was so lost in the darkness, with nothing and no one there, and he called out your name for what felt like hours with absolutely no response but his own voice echoing back at him, reminding him of his sins, and his atrocities born from grief.

He awoke in his bed gasping for air, his heart pounding in his chest as he sat up quickly, looking around for someone in his darkened bedroom, the only light being that of the moon, which poured in past his open curtains.

Fred was not there,

You were not there,

He was completely alone, and the world was cold again, outside of you.

And there was nothing to do now but lay awake and remember your warmth while ignoring that feeling of guilt as it grew stronger and stronger inside of him, because he knew

He would never find that emotion in your eyes anywhere outside of his dreams,

And you were not his to dream of in the first place.

“Beautiful ruiner, what have you done to me?”

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[sumbrparty]

Cracks my knuckles. Its time to write about this little shit again

Jack/Deter

Age:14 years old

There is, of course, a reason why this teen came to a Mountain known for the fact no one returns from it. Deter was an outcast since he can remember and even ocasionally bullied [not that he didn't fight back, but that this doesn't mean it still didn't affect him in any way]. In the end, deep loneliness got to him. It can't be denied that he also was curious about that Mountain.

After somehow surviving the fall [thanks to determination] and meeting... Dave[Kwiec] as well as Fredbear, intrigue and want to explore what he can do push him forward :]

This had various effects , varying from terribile to actually good! Wow!

Of course with each 'run' they learn more and more about the world they're stuck in as well as other beings stuck there with him, which over time makes their relationship with Kwiec more complicated :p

That's I think all the basic information, so far anything else about her is more connected to other characters XD

[pjsk-headcanons]

nene is blue - yellow color blind

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[moved-to-shijieswife]

in the novel if lwj did wyb!lwjs 🥺 once wwx would have CRUMBLED

[windfannumbuh1]

// Crk Leak warning ⚠️

This should obviously be taken with like. A pound of salt, bc devsisters is certainly no stranger to disappointing their fans, but im the wind archer account so i obviously had to post about this

(The fourth pic is a white arrow)

wind!!! Maybe!!! Quite possibly!!! Hopefully!!!

Also, heads up, i don't want anyone in the notes making this about "finally having a male legendary!!" that's not the problem weirdo. The problem was that devsis promised the og legendarys years ago and never delivered. It's not a gender thing and if you see it that way please leave

[simplydm]

WAIT is tumblr live gone from the bottom of any other Mobile users screen

[rhaenyratargeryn]

BTW I saw Dune part 2 and LOVED what they did with the tone and making it clear the real themes that this is NOT a happy ending. This is NOT a good thing, so abundantly clear.

It calls it what it is-- a manipulation of a people to control their resources and advance foreign agendas in the Dune universe.

Changes with Chani are *chefs kiss*

She is like fuck this shit I'm out

People misundedstand that Paul's story is not meant to be a triumph and that it is all set up to show how these powers fall apart and ruin lives. About using God and faith to control and terrorize and radicalize. How it backfires.

Anyway finally some good fucking food

[babsaros]

hate myself by the way

[gasolinehornet]

SCHOOOOOOOOOLS OUT FOR SUMMER!

[foundfamily-connoisseur]

Drawing rn and I love Mabel sm she is my daughter. Or little sister but she is so baby. Everyone has to like her idc if they don't canonically or never met her. They are friends. She will be beloved by all

[mikey-stardust-way]

I'm so glad people (especially you- yes you, you know who you are, You!!) Have taken an intrest in my fankid Florian who's DNA/Dads are Clutch and Nack...

But oh my god I've never even properly colored her, give me a little bit and there'll be a bit of a flood of doodles, concepts, and fun stuff with her, PLEASE KNOW HOWEVER SHE IS ITY HITY AND WOBBILY!