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[in-this-crystal-kingdom]

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR SUFFERING GAME GRAPHIC NOVEL

Okay SO. Everyone has some thoughts on this one for sure as I have seen. A lot of people are saying they took a lot from Wonderland and that it's a disappointment as an adaptation but here's the thing: I have viewed the books as separate canon from the podcast since around Crystal Kingdom. I don't necessarily see it as a faithful adaptation but as a cool way to get more people into the story without giving EVERYTHING away in case they decide to listen. However, that being said, I have some things to say. I'm going to start with the negative first because even though I LOVED this book I so have some things I will miss about it (but please understand that I LOVED THE BOOK SM GUYS, I will ofc be adding what I loved after this part)

My Issues/Things I Wish Were Included:

Magnus trying to find his own answers with the voidfish. I was really looking forward to how they would show and represent that!

"I'm afraid no one else will have me" was such a good scene, I really liked the vulnerability Taako showed then because aside from his scene in Petals we haven't seen a whole lot of that from him in the books (again, I veiw the books as separate canon, but it would be nice to see)

CAM! I missed Cam so much he was delightful

No Boss Rush

I don't like that they basically forced Magus to decide if he wanted to lose Julia and never mention Gov. Kallen at all. That was such an impactful moment and they kind of side stepped it unfortunately

Trust or Forsake is missing which is also unfortunate

A lot of what made Wonderland interesting is either spedrun or absent so they kind of took the Wonder out of Wonderland

Taako giving up his beauty is also gone! Which sucks ass! My only true issue with this book that I genuinely was heartbroken over. I understand it can be a hard thing to show, especially when it runs the risk of someone in real life looking at the design and going "ow, that looks like me!'. So like. I get it. I really do. But they cut so much of Podcast!Taako's growth in Book!Taako's character that it was a sore spot for me personally.

If they let Johann live in the next book I will be very upset

SPEAKING OF NEXT BOOK!! Now that I have all my negative out of the way ohohoh boy I'm gonna share the positives I have with it. Given that, again, I view the books as separate story than the podcast, I thought they did a wonderful job overall. Solid 8/10 for me! Here are the things I am still screaming about

Things I adore about this book and will be living rent free in my head forever

TAAKO AND KRAVITZ KISS LIKE 5 PAGES IN AND I SCREAMED CAREY ATE WITH THAT

Merle's kids 😭😭😭

JOHANN IS ACKNOWLEDGED IN THIS ONE RAAAAAAAA I WAS SO WORRIED THEY WERE TRYING TO CUT HIM OUT

I love the redesign of Wonderland looking like a circus instead of a roulette wheel, I liked that a lot

Kravitz calling Taako to tell him to be safe,,, the call getting cut off,,,, pain

I loved the wheel it looked so cool

Edward and Lydia were giving Velvet and Veneer and I am HERE FOR IT

Heart Attack my beloved 🥰

ARMS OUTSTRETCHED!!!!!!!!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN TAAKO SAW KRAVITZ IN THE TAR??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE TRIED TO SAVE HIM?????? MCELROY FAMILY AND CAREY WHEN I GET YOU-

Seeing the umbra staff (*cough cough* Lup) BEAT THE SHIT out of Edward was lovely, no notes

HOW GRIFFIN DISAPPEARED!!! I WAS HOPING THEY WOULD DO THAT!!!

BLUEJEANS REVEAL

The Umbra Staff jumping into Barry's arms 😭😭😭

Taako having STATIC IN HIS EYES seeing the staff and Barry together CAREY PLEASE

MERLE SEEING JOHN, THIS IS NOT A DRILL PEOPLE

L U P SHE IS SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL I CRIED I AM SO GLAD THEY GAVE HER LONG HAIR TOO!!

GOD THE BOOK ENDED WHERE I WANTED IT TO AND THEN SOME ACTUALLY (I thought it would end with the line "Lucretia, what have you done???" BUT MAN I'M NOT MAD IT WENT ON A BIT LATER)

THE IPRE PAINTING. THEM. THEY. ALL OF THEM. I AM DYING. MY CROPS ARE WATERED AS SHIT.

[hxpel3s5-slxxt]

𝕬𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Characters: Baji Keisuke (Edward)

Warnings: Oral, toxic-ish?, p in v sex, unknown filming/recording

A/N: For anon <3

"Boy, you stupid," you chuckle at the reel. A disapproving grunt leaves Baji's throat.

As of right now, you were on the phone with Baji while texting your boy best friend, Kaiden. Baji was ignoring you, too invested in his game. So you decide to text Kaiden since you are bored. It didn't take long for him to start spamming you with reels. Admittedly, you wish you were on the phone with Kaiden. At least he was giving you attention.

You look up from the reels at the sound of Baji's grunt.

"What's wrong with you?" you ask.

"Nun." he mumbles.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. "Okay, Keisuke."

"First name is crazy," he chuckles under his breath.

"Yeah, uh huh." You go back to watching your reels.

Yes, you were being petty. It doesn't take much to play a game and talk at the same time. So you were going to keep this up until he got the hint.

And it didn't take long. Ten minutes, tops.

"Who're you talkin' to?" He finally puts his controller down, his gaming chair facing the camera. He wore grey sweatpants, a black woman beater, a silver chain, and his hair was up in a man bun. Damn, did he look good.

"My man." you spit, smiling.

"Don't fuck with me, little girl."

"I'm not though?" you chuckle.

He hums, putting his gamer headphones back on, grabbing his controller, and turning his chair back. You go back to Kaiden, smiling contently.

Hours pass. You and Baji have been on the phone for about 5 hours, and not a word has been said after your little argument. All that can be heard is the clicking of his controller. You sit up. "Baji?"

Silence.

"Bae, I was playing!" you laugh.

He's not.

"Bae? What're you yappin' about, bruh? What's up with you, gang?"

Oh. You did not like that.

"I ain't yo' bruh or gang, Keisuke," you say sternly.

"My bad, broski." he chuckles, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Maybe you should go play around with your man, yeah?"

Your jaw clenches.

"Okay, I will." You don't even listen to his next remark, you hang up the phone and call Kaiden.

Kaiden didn't have his attention consumed by the game. He had all his attention on you. You can't say you didn't know he had a crush on you. You knew. He made it so. painfully. obvious. However, you never returned his feelings. You weren't a cheater. You lay on your stomach, on the verge of tears from laughing. Kaiden always knew how to cheer you up and make you laugh. He wasn't your boy best friend for no reason.

It wasn't until you heard the all-too-familiar sound of gravel meeting tires. Someone was pulling into the driveway. "Hold on, Kai."

You rush over to the window of your room. Baji's car was parked in your driveway. It takes about 30 minutes to get here; you hung up on him not even 25 minutes ago! You already hear the keys jingling as he hops out of the car.

You had forgotten that you gave him a spare key! You bolt to the door to lock the top lock.

There stood Baji.

Casually placing his keys on the counter and locking the front door. You're not sure if you were frozen in anger or shock. Either way, it doesn't stop him from leaning on the counter, crossing his arms with his eyes trained on you.

Your face scrunches up in anger. "Is there a reason you're here?" You cross your arms and cock your head at him.

He marches up to you and grabs your wrist before you can jerk your arm back. He makes a beeline to your bedroom and shoves you towards the bed before locking the door. He removes his shirt and looks at you. "Strip."

You quickly remove your shirt as Baji walks over to your bed and places your phone on the nightstand. he pulls you closer by your hips and connects your lips with his. His tongue slides into your mouth with ease as he helps you remove your bottoms. He pulls at your lower lip with his teeth before pushing you onto the bed.

You unbuckle his belt and take off the rest of his clothing. He steps out of his pants and kicks them to the side. You get on your hands and knees on the bed as he lazily strokes his cock, slapping it against your cheek when you try to catch it in your mouth. "Open," he mumbles.

You open your mouth, and he thrusts into your mouth, making you gag. He grips the back of your head as you suck on his length, groaning. Your tongue slides along the vein running up his cock, and your hand squeezes his balls.

He sucks in a breath and slaps your ass. "Such a good girl for me. Only me, right?"

You hum around his length, a confirmation. He pulls you off his cock by your hair. "Lyin' ass."

He grabs your upper arm and throws you on the bed. He swiftly removes your panties and parts your folds before licking a line up to your sensitive bud. Your hand flies up to your mouth in an attempt to muffle your loud moans as Baji eats you out like a starved man. He slips a finger into your wet hole, twisting and curling it as he pleases.

"Fuuuck, Baji.." You mumble while your eyes start to roll back. He adds another finger as he fiercely sucks on your clit, looking up at you with hungry eyes. You grab his wrist in an attempt to slow down his ministrations. You clench around his digits as another finger enters your needy hole.

"Cum fa me, baby. Let me see it." He growls into your pussy, his nose bumping against your clit. You reach down and pull on his hair, your high washing over you like a wave. Your legs shake on his shoulders before your body goes lax.

Baji licks one last stripe up your pussy, making you whine. He sits up on his heels and puts his hair into a bun before stroking his member.

"Relax fa me mamas." He says as he brings your knees to your chest.

He swipes his tip between your folds and brings his hand up to your mouth. You spit in his palm, and he uses it as lube. "Be good fa me, mkay?" You try your best to nod as he pushes in. You hiss from the stretch, and he groans at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. His thrusts were fast and rough, one hand coming up to wrap around your neck as the other circled your clit.

He sets a brutal pace, your moans piercing his ears. Each thrust makes your eyes roll back and become an incoherent mess. You feel impossibly stuffed whenever he hits your cervix, making you see stars. Baji's head falls into the crook of your neck as his climax approaches. Your mouth drops open as his teeth sink into your neck. "'M cummin'"

Baji slowly slides out of you, his cum slowly spilling out. He takes his phone out of the pocket of his discarded sweats, quickly snapping a picture. You let out a dissatisfied grunt as he lay down beside you. The only sound interrupting your heavy breaths is the sound of a call ending.

[justice-maul]

Promises~ Young Tony Stark x Top Male Reader | College Au

Summary: Reader is sharing a dorm with Tony Stark and they often fight thanks to Tony being an immature entitled dick so the Reader decided to put him in his place

word count: 2,432

Author note: I’ve been reading more young tony stark fics and can’t find any good male reader ones so in the words of Thanos, “fine I’ll do it myself”

Warning(s)⚠: Sub Tony, spit, hair pulling, blow job (Reader receiving), finger sucking, p in a, Reader has a huge dick, a little bit of nipple play, taking off condom in the middle of sex (wrap it before you tap it guys), and breeding

You sighed dramatically as you saw the mess in the sink once again your lazy roommate didn’t do his job.

Anthony Edward Stark was the last and the worst person you expected to room with but it did make sense because you were both the same age despite both being the youngest at MIT

he was a genius with no common sense or human decency and though you acted normal with him at first you eventually got fed up with his attitude and rudeness, so you started treating him with the same energy he gave you.

so you marched towards his room steam basically blowing out of your ears as you knocked on his door once, then twice, and immediately you barged the door hitting the wall

“Anthony,” you said with pure malice in your tone as he shot up immediately and the girl beside him groaned in her sleep

“Jeez, do you knock?” He said rubbing his eyes as he slowly got up from the covers

“I did. Twice. You forget to do all of your chores and you brought home a girl while I was sleeping making way too much noise” Tony chuckled at that last part as he tried to find the rest of his clothes in the dark

“I’ll do it later don’t worry about it,” He lazily replied

“You have one more chance Anthony, I’m not joking.” You said

“Ok well I promise I’ll do it later, alright cross my heart,” he said ironically

“I’ll hold you to that.” You scoffed out slamming the door shut going to the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast before class

You watched as the girl left his room with tony giving her a kiss and saying he will see her later, same thing he said to every other girl he brought back to the dorm

“He probably doesn’t even know her name” you mumbled scoffing at the sight before putting your stuff away and heading off to class

When you first moved in Tony took no time in claiming the largest room with the largest bed which ticked you off because he didn’t even give you room to argue, you were sure that he only did that because of how entitled he was.

The entire school day you were thinking about what you were going to do to Anthony when he didn’t go through with his promise the pure excitement on your face being subtle but very clear

At the end of the day you walked back to your dorm and settled down before finally looking in the kitchen to find the sink dirty the trash full and the entire dorm an absolute mess.

You took the liberty of cleaning everything with nothing but a calm expression on your face before Anthony got home from yet another party as you plopped yourself down on the couch after making yourself a drink

“Yeah I’ll definitely be there you can count on it” you heard him laugh as he clicked the door shut walking in with a dumb smile on his face wearing a black shirt with a collared jacket on that was now wrinkled and messy

“Hey Anthony,” you said in the calmest voice possible as he jumped back and put a hand over his chest trying to calm himself down

“God you just love scaring the crap out of me huh” he laughed almost nervously clearly knowing exactly what he did wrong

“Hmm let me guess you just forget the promise you made me? Or were you busy this time?“you said staring him dead in the face anger slowly building up inside of you

“I- well I had to kinda…” he stuttered scratching the back of his neck while trying to come up with a way out as you sat up and slowly walked towards him

“You know what Anthony I’m so tired of your bitchy attitude and your empty goddamn promises, you're selfish and you never take anything seriously your the most annoying person in the goddamn world!” You said as you backed him against a wall pinning him there with one arm

He looked up at you with a different expression from earlier that sent a shiver throughout your body but you weren’t going to give up that easy so you grabbed his chin and forced him to look up at you

“Do you have any idea how much work I had to cover for you? How much sleep I had to miss or time to do my own work?” You said pure anger coursing through you

“I can… make it up to you, make it…” he looked down at your pants hinting slightly before making eye contact again “worth your while” his voice barely above a whisper now.

You both just stared at each other silently, both not knowing what to say until he opened his mouth and took in your thumb sucking on the tip slightly

You wanted to pull your hand away and yell at him but you were too shocked to do anything, just watching his every movement that made you feel so unbelievably aroused, as he treated it like a cock

he licked your thumb before releasing it from his mouth with a string of spit still connecting it to his pretty lips that you wanted to ruin so badly

you wanted to fight back the urge to give in to his sexual antics but even you couldn’t deny the fact he was attractive, and at this moment he was downright gorgeous

You removed your thumb and grabbed his hair with the same hand pulling him closer and kissing him roughly as he wrapped his arms around your neck letting your tongue inside his mouth

After what felt like hours of you two making out, he reached his hand to your cock and slowly rubbed up and down as you groaned into him and he repeated the motion teasing your dick as his hand glided down your cock

You pulled him by his hair off of you as he tried to catch his breath, taking your other hand you rubbed his now plump lips as he looked up at you with a pleading face begging you to ruin him

“Let’s see what else your pretty mouth could do,” you whispered out leaning close against his lips and watching as he slowly sank down to his knees and unbuckled your belt using his teeth to unzip your pants

Eager to see your dick, he shimmed your shorts off your cock almost hitting his face as he starred for a moment stunned before grabbing it, he looked up at you with doe eyes as you gave him the ok

He licked a long stripe on the underside of your cock, before moving to suck on your tip and finally taking you all in while rubbing what he couldn’t fit in his mouth as his moans vibrated around your cock

“You know if you used your mouth …Shit, for more things like this we wouldn’t have had a problem in the first place Anthony,” you groaned as he started to deep throat your cock, bobbing his head

He choked as he took more of you in his mouth, his nose was pressed against your stomach as he struggled to breath gasping and releasing your completely wet cock from his mouth,

“You’re so fucking huge,” he said softly licking a stripe on your slit, sucking off the precum before taking you back in his mouth as tears started falling out of the corners of his eyes

he jacked you off with his hand and gagged on the rest of your cock looking up at you with tear-stained cheeks as you ran your fingers through his hair

You felt yourself getting closer, feeling it build in your stomach as you yanked him by his hair off of your cock and jacked yourself off while he looked up at you and stuck his tongue out in an erotic manner

That was the final push you needed as you released all over his face getting it everywhere on his cheeks, his lips, and some on his tongue as he swallowed it down eagerly

He swiped the cum off his face and licked it teasingly staring back up at you as he licked the rest off his lips which were now bruised with a beautiful red and pink hue

“What else do you want me to do?” He said with a glint in his eyes that showed utter excitement while biting his bottom lip which turned an even darker color

“Depends, how much farther are you willing to go?” You asked pulling back up your pants as Tony smirked up at you

“As far as you want me to,” he said through his lashes as you grabbed his collar and pulled him up towards you and he stumbled into your arms

You yanked him towards his room, opening the door and pushing him in before slamming it and pinning him against the wall

You immediately kissed him more tenderly with more passion and fire burning inside of you, slowly moving your lips against his as he regained his balance and leaned into the kiss softly sighing into you

You grabbed his waist and deepened the kiss pushing your knee against his crotch grinding it down on his hardened cock as he gasped into you, his hips were moving in sync with your knee long moans leaving his mouth

You pulled away from the kiss removing your knee as he lightly groaned and you both tried to catch your breath, smelling his cologne from how close you were

“Do you have any condoms on you?” You said looking at him as he slowly nodded regaining his composure as you moved back giving him room

“Yeah, let me… get them,” he breathed out before walking over to his drawer and rummaging around, finally pulling out three condoms and flashing them to you

“Here, this will probably last us,” he said setting them on his nightstand as he turned towards you nervously waiting for you to make a move.

Walking towards him you grabbed his chin and tilting his head up as you started to kiss up his neck, he grabbed at your shirt pulling you closer to him

You pushed him down on the bed and he looked up at you with those honeyed eyes of his as you traced his jawline with your hand and he leaned into your touch breath hitching

You begin tracing his neckline before tugging on his top signaling him to take it off as you did the same removing your shirt before backing him up into his large bed

You pushed on his bare chest making his back hit the bed, as you removed his pants along with yours throwing them off to the side, he watched you intently being the most silent he’s ever been

“Aren’t you cute when you finally close your fucking mouth” you mockingly said to him as he let out a small whimper, you positioned yourself between his legs

You reached over to his bedside table grabbed a bottle of lube and pulled down his boxers before you poured some on your fingers and traced his rim

“Shit,” He hissed at the coldness and the sudden touch as you then prodded your finger into his hole as he let out a small noise, you began to loosen him up getting him ready for your large cock

You finally loosened his hole up enough and positioned yourself in front of his entrance as you grabbed his thighs spreading them apart and slowly pushed yourself in as he groaned

“Oh, f-fuck,” he moaned out at the feeling of you finally bottoming him out, you gave him time to adjust as he held on to your shoulders for support as he finally relaxed around your length

You began to move and slightly rocked your hips moving back and forth quickly growing faster in your movements until Tony was leaving marks on your body and throwing his head back as loud moans left his mouth

“I can feel you fucking into me,” he shuddered out as long moans left him he tried to muffle the noise with his hand but small whines and whimpers escaped his mouth

You slammed your hips against his prostate causing him to let out a moan as you started to fuck against it repeatedly abusing his sweet spot as his moans echoed throughout the room

You moved rough and slow against him fucking his hole as breathy whines erupted from his throat, you reached over and began to tweak his nipples as he gasped letting you play with buds in your hand

You moved more animalistic against him fucking into him with pure hunger as you practically abused his gaping cunt as he let out loud sobs at the impact and hardness of your thrusts

He loudly groaned covering his face with his hands as his entire body was shaking and his red cock was standing tall leaking precum as he felt his orgasm approaching as he started leaving scratch marks on your shoulders

Leaning over you sloppily gave him an open mouth kiss tonguing him as he tried to messily kiss you back reaching a hand down to stroke his own cock feeling his orgasm build up in his stomach

He finally came throwing his head back in pure bliss before letting out a choked whimper as your movements didn’t still against his throbbing hole and he practically screamed

“Take it off… I want it inside” he panted as you pulled out and removed your condom before pushing slowly back into him moving fast and hard once more as he whimpered

You fucked him at your own pace chasing your release as your thrusts moved faster against him before slowing down and finally spilling your load into him leaving him a gasping mess

You removed your cock only to watch your cum trickle out of his gaping cunt and his entire body a blush red his chest heaving, you leaned down kissing up his chest to sooth him as he hummed

“We should definitely do that again,” he said catching his breath and handing you another condom as you laid down next to him chuckling

“As long as you keep your promises,” you said as he rolled his eyes scoffing and you both laughed

Anthony kept his promises and in return, you rewarded him each time and established a relationship together. Living at the dorms with Anthony Stark became much better and you finally got along and managed to have a good year with him by your side.

Oh and you guys decided to share the big room (more like you made him but whatever 😂)

~The End~

[honeybunniii333]

Was asked for Bedwarry angst by a friend! And I realized I've never written for them, so :P

Sorry it took literally 2 months. My lore has gotten so crazy lately.)

TW: FOR MENTIONED PET DEATH! (It's not in detail by any means. But the story is centered around Barry losing an animal. So if that's sensitive for you, I'd recommend not reading any further.)

"Blue?.." Ed's voice called out from the sliding glass door. It was soft, gentle... like he was afraid Barry would shatter if he spoke any louder. He wasn't sure why his first insinct upon finding Lily had been to call Ed... and not bury her. Maybe because he knew he couldn't do it by himself?... or at all. Ed had buried Mavis, and Emmie and Figaro... and clover, after all. Barry had simply stood there and watched him do it. He didn't even have it in him to bury them. Another way he failed those poor babies.

Ed had found his way to where Barry was hiding. Tucked against a tree staring into the window of the little house he kept the animals in. It was a shed he's fixed up, with a little fenced-in area to play outside in... painted bright colors that right now felt mocking. Ed's face was downcast, eyes somber and eyebrows furrowed with sorrow. He knelt down beside him and reached out to brush hair out of the other boys face. "Hey.. look at me...please?"

It took more effort than it should have to force his eyes up to meet those of his best friend. "There we go." Ed forced a smile, but it was twinged with a sadness they'd both grown pretty used to. That was the downside of this... the loss it came with.

"I'm sorry..." he managed to choke out, leaning forward to rest his head on the taller teens' shoulder. Edward was quick to wrap his arms around him. "And why in the world are ya sorry?" He whispered, rubbing his thumb over the stitching at the hem of his best friends shirt. Always fidgeting with something, it almost made Barry laugh... almost. "For making you do this every time... I know you hate it just as much as I do, and I sti-"

"That's my job, man." He laughed, pushing the shorter boy back a bit so that he could look over his friend, who was now looking very puzzled. Though that was nothing new, Edward Quinton was an enigma, and Barry was positive regardless of the length of their friendship. Edward was never EVER going to stop confusing him. "What do you mean your job?"

"I'm your best friend Barry, I do what you can't do for yourself." And maybe Barry preferred it that way... after all, what was Eddie if not confusing? "You're such a dork.."

"Hey, that says more about you than it does me! You're the one who keeps me around Bluebell." He huffed, shoving the other back with much less force than he normally would and getting quickly to his feet. "Now, where's the shovel at? Let's get this done so we can have a nice memorial and go watch a movie."

"Garage." And off Ed was, grabbing the shovel from the garage and beginning a task he'd grown somewhat used to over the years. Adding another tiny grave to the little cemetery. It wasn't a large cemetery, and Barry prided himself on that. He was able to patch up and nurse most animals back to health. The majority of the pets buried there had simply passed of old age or terminal illness... but a few of them hadn't, and that fact would never bother him. But Ed was there, and Ed always made things a little easier. Picking up the slack and helping with the heaviness of it all. Before he even knew it, they were both standing in front of a tiny little grave. Ed wrapped his arm around him, and they both gave their best wishes to little Lily before once again, making the somber walk back up to the back door and on inside.

Barry could still recall first meeting Ed. It was hard to forget, of course. Considering it had changed his whole life. Barry had always been alone, his parents were always gone, his older brother ignored him the majority of the time, and he wasn't very good at making friends. And he had been content with that, and then he'd been smacked upside the head with a soccer ball, and after that, he'd never been alone again. 2 years old onward, they'd been attached at the hip. And here they were 16 years and counting still spending most weekends like this. Huddled up together on Barry's couch, binging old horror movies with graphics that looked more like a highschoolers experimental art piece than certified animation. And maybe Barry preferred it that way,

[harrysarchive]

always come back to you: h.s.

summary: "what ya lookin at then, huh?" she quirked an eyebrow.

"m' pretty girl." i reply and she smiles.

"you finally came back to me." she sighed happily with eyes full of love.

"always come back to ya, you know that."

or

harry finally comes back to her.

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘'𝐒

𝐏𝐎𝐕

⊱ ━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━ ⊰

"thank you and g'night." i murmur to the uber driver as i pull my suitcase for the boot.

the light breeze makes me shiver, a smile lightly covers my face at the house in front of me. after months of being apart (precisely three) i'm finally back to her. i trot over to the door along with the rolling suit case before looking at the time on my phone the picture of her kissing my cheek illuminated the dark and made my smile grow larger. 6:38 a.m. read the time, i sigh knowing she was asleep and a heavy sleeper at that. shrugging my shoulders i pull out the key to her place she gave me years prior, and quickly unlock the door and stepping into the humble abode. the house carried a vanilla and caramel scent, quickly setting my tense shoulders at easy. my train of thoughts get interrupted when i feel furry run across my legs.

"alpine! c'mere lovie!" i smile bending over and pick up the white feline. "hi lovie, missed ya lots." i run my hand through her hair and she nudges my hand with her head letting out a purr.

"ya mum's asleep, huh?" i tsk her softly.

pulling the luggage into the living room i leave it there shrugging, i'll bring it to the room later. i jog upstairs and happily walk to our bedroom door, putting my ear to it making sure she was asleep. once i get confirmation with a light, cute snore i turn the knob slowly and push my way into the room. i see my girl sleeping with a pillow in arms and her mouth slightly ajar. her nose twitches and she murmured something incoherent as i walk closer to her, my cheeks start quivering from the amount of smiling i'm doing. quietly tip-toeing over to the side of the bed that's vacant i climb in wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her to me. she huffs and stirs awake in my arms.

"hello?" she ask groggily and i smile pressing a kiss against her cheek.

"missed ya baby." i hum, digging my nose into her neck.

"har!" she exclaimed shooting up from my arms and plopping herself on top of me, pressing kisses all over my face, "i missed you so much stinker!"

i dig my fingers into her sides and her beautiful giggles fill the air.

"stop! har stop!" she laughed pushing my hands away.

i stop and grab her beautiful face with my hands and pull her to my lips, she smiles against the kiss before kissing back lightly biting my lip causing me to groan, she pulls away with a giggle and falls onto the bed breathless, a smile wide on her face. i lay back with her wrapping an arm around her shoulder as she wraps an arm around my waist, entangling our legs together. i bring my eyes to view her face, her brown eyes gleamed with joy and her cute button nose scrunched when she noticed me staring.

"stop looking at me like that you fuck ass." she said as i moved a curl from her eye i bark out a laugh before thumping her forehead.

"watch how ya speak to me woman!" i tease.

"whatchu lookin at then huh?" she asked quirking an eyebrow.

"m' pretty girl." i reply and she smiles.

"you finally came back to me." she sighed happily with eyes full of love.

"always come back to ya, you know that."

"i love you edward." she teased and i huff rolling my eyes.

"i love you y/m/n." i smirk placing kisses all over her face.

a/n : well hello i use to write on wattpad a looooonnnngggggg time ago but i thought i'd give tumblr a try bc i got so damn addicted to this app :p! happy readings!!😚

-all the love,

em

xo🤍

[sweet-villain]

You Can Go Your Own Way~ E.M

Author's Note : Sarah aka @harrywavycurly gave me permission to write this. Based on this and I was inspired to write angst.

Tagging : @woahlifehitsyahuh @cinemaquinn @pleasantlycrazyworld. @moonchildquinn @haileighboi @ceriseheaven @witchy-munson

Angst

He never thought he could feel this much pain all at once as he watched the woman he hurt, you hold hands and laugh with someone other than him. His eyes brim with tears as he tried to blink them away feeling his heart rip piece by piece in front of him. His hands held his own glass of drink of choice feeling the liquid burn down his throat as he threw his head back downing it.

His other hand clenched his fist on top of the bar as his ears picked up the way you laughed. Your laugher was one of of his favorite things about you. It used to make his heart races whenever he heard it.

He backed the bartender for another drink, not really caring how many he already had as he downed it. The glass almost bounced off the counter as he set it down.

You on the other hand were aware of his presence behind you, choosing to ignore him and focus on sitting and having a good time with your best friend. Steve Harrington.

Eddie's nose twitches seeing how hung up your on Steve, the way your arm wrapped around him and a growl erupted from his chest seeing the way you leaned your head on his shoulder. It stung him to see you move on from him to someone like Steve. What did Steve had that he didn't?

You.

His jaw clenched when he saw you turn around to face Steve and the way Steve turned around to face you. Once again he felt his eyes brim with tears watching as your face got closer to Steve's. His eyes couldn't look away when the two of you kissed right in front of him. His heart clenched to the point he felt pieces of his heart fall into his stomach.

You were kissing someone else, someone that's not him. You were over Eddie and it hurt him so much more watching another guy kiss you. He used to love kissing you, every chance he got. The feeling of your lips on his sent jolts through his body.

Now you weren't his, you were with someone else and it pained him to watch. Yet, he sat there downing another drink. He lost count at how many he had.

He watched from the corner of his eye as you stood up with Steve, hand in hand and began to walk out the door. Eddie slammed the glass on the counter top once again as he slipped out of his own seat, wobbling in his step as he followed you wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

The breeze kissed your cheeks as you made your way to Steve's BMW, but stopped hearing his voice.

" P-please s-stop" you heard the sound of his voice. Steve turned around, concerned filled your face but you put up a finger signaling that you'd be just a moment. You turned around to face the man that broke your heart and stomped on it like it was nothing.

His hair blew in the wind as his eyes glossed over, there were dark circles underneath his eyes and he looked unwell.

" Stop what?" you asked, your voice soft as he remembered but it held a bitter tone to it as you harshly stared at him. You weren't about to give him any satisfaction. He didn't deserve even a moment of you but here you were giving it to him because he didn't look like himself. Not at all.

" This" he motioned with his fingers over at Steve and you. " I get it" he slurred. " You win."

" I'm not a prize, Edward. I'm a person with feelings" he nods, hiccuping. " You can stop making me feel like this. I can't take it. I understand that I hurt you and this is my punishment"

You rolled your eyes putting your arms across your chest, " Steve is my best friend. There is nothing going on."

Eddie couldn't help but laugh as he shook his finger.

" No, no. I'm not stupid. You two are more than friends, you two kissed !" he hissed, his eyes growing colder as he looked at you.

" Go back inside, Eddie. You're drunk" He shook his head, his curls swaying back and forth. His cheeks had dried tears as he stared at you with a broken look on his face.

" I need you to stop whatever this is" he motioned to Steve with one hand while the other motioned to you. " It hurts way too much watching you with him. I give up."

His shoulder slump and a little pout comes out.

" You give up what? What are you on about?"

" Give up on you, winning you back. Just stop this" he motions again to Steve. " I don't want see you with him."

" That's too bad, you don't get to choose who I'm friends with or who I'm seeing" his eyes brim with tears as fresh tears fall down his cheeks.

" Go back inside Eddie, get some water and have someone take you home"

" Yeah like that's going to fix everything!" he shouts throwing his hands up. " I wish I could go back and fix everything, I would never hurt you the way I did. I-I love you..and I will never stop..."

" Well you can't go back and fix it Eddie, you caused the damage and you get to live with this for the rest of your life"

" Please" he sobs feeling his legs wobble underneath him.

" Don't choose Harrington" he shakes his head, " anyone would be lucky to have you but not him" he points to Steve.

" You should go back inside now, it's getting cold. Make sure you get some aspirin too. God know you'll wake up tomorrow and look at yourself, I wouldn't be surprised if you hate yourself."

" I already do" he says through his tears.

" Is that all, can I go now or are you going to cry me a river now?" Eddie looks up you with those brown doe eyes that you used to love so much and now they are meaningless to you as him.

" Y-yes.." he says. You turn your back to him as you get into Steve's car that has it running, " please drive."You mumble to him, supporting your head with your hand as you laid it on the window.

" God dammit, Y/N! I love you, fuck! fuck! fuck!" Eddie shouts as he scrambles to his feet looking to see Steve driving off with you in the passenger seat.

" Y/N!" he shouts as he starts to run after the car but stops as he catches his breath, feeling like he was going to throw up if he ran anymore. He hiccups walking back inside as eyes fall on him.

" What are you looking at!?" he shouts, throwing his hands up. The bartender is already on the phone calling someone to get Eddie. Eddie doesn't wait long before Wayne walks in through, disappointment written on his face as he help Eddie to his feet.

" You look like hell" Wayne mumbles. Eddie doesn't answer him as he walks out with Wayne helping him steady on his feet.

He doesn't want to feel anything anymore as he lays his head on the cold window as he looks outside. You were never going to be back in his life, you hated him and he lost you for good.

[howl-fantasies]

Hey! It’s me again, after a while; I was wondering )if your requests were open) if I could request a oneshot about (Gotham) Edward Nygma alongside any other Gotham charecter, who have a very pristine and classy significant other who they work alongside, and one day said S/O is sat in their apartment (or place of residence) with their hair in rollers, with a face mask on, eating some sort of fast food watching, some reality TV show like ‘Say yes to the dress’ and is acting very different to their usual somewhat glamorous self.

I thought of this a while ago as I have recently been able to relax as my uni work load has been put on hold for the summer holidays! Woo Hoo! Anyway, I appreciate your work and Ishiguro do not wish to complete this request that is absolutely fine.

- Elsie x

Hello there dearie!

Oh my lord, I absolutely love the concept! Gotham's men NEED to learn nobody never wake up with a full makeup on and don't turn on themselves like the Sims when they jump out of bed to look perfect. I had so much fun imagining our guys having a mental breakdown seeing their S/O "off" mode.

So, here it is :

GOTHAM VILLAIN WALKING ON THEIR S/O WHEN THEY ARE ON THEIR "OFF" MODE

EDWARD NYGMA / THE RIDDLER

Edward was having a "meh" day. One of those during which nothing seems to surprise / interest him. It happens, you know, him being a genius and all, he sometimes finds himself being bored. But you, his stunning, witty, classy partner would know how to make his day better, he knows it.

Unsuspecting, he used the spare key you gave him a month ago and walked inside of your apartment, ready to see his day brightened by the simple view of your impeccable self. How lucky of a man he was.

"Dear?" He would call when you weren't here to greet him like you usually did. He sent you a text before coming, he was certain.

He heard the noise of your TV, pretty loud, so it was why you didn't answer. Was it also why you didn't read his text? Strange, he pictured you more like the kind of person to be lost in a book or something. But that was ok, he also had his times when he needed to put the thing on, to hear the news about him, for instance. Though, the high pitched female voices started to make him doubt you were watching Gotham News.

Nevermind, he followed the voices to your living room and brutally stopped when he saw the back of your head. What was the bright pink fluffy thing in your hair?! He had to open his mouth when he hear you. "Are you kidding me, look at you Meredith?! You look like a freaking pièce montée with that!" Did you hurt your mouth or something, you sounded like something was stuck inside of it (not something under 18 here, everybody keep calm please!)

"My love?" He asked.

"Oh fuckity Shitty Fuck!" You screamed, making one hell of a jump. Now on your feet, you were facing him, absolutely horrified.

You decided you needed to let your "on" mode cool down a bit today and since no robbery nor abduction were on your calendar, you wanted a little "off" time mode only for you.

Off time, meaning here: putting a bluish moisturising mask on your face, putting your favorite pink rabbit ears headband, your fluffy pajamas and slippers. You ordered a pizza earlier with soda and finally decided to watch your favorite trashy tv show. And here you were. Gawking like an idiot in front of your boyfriend, who looked like he was considering calling a priest to exorcise you or something.

"Ok, Ed. Please don't panic." You said, making an appeasing gesture with your hands.

"Don't panic?! Don't p-... Dear, what happened?! Did you encountered Jerome and he forced you in a weird disguise? Or am I hallucinating?!" He squeaked suddenly reaching for his wrist to check his own pulse.

Ok, he was totally panicking... "Ed..." You called again with a sigh, feeling your hand brush against your dry mask on your forehead. "Dear, it's not an attack or a prank or anything. I'm just taking a little time for myself, like... pampering, see what i'm talking about?."

Hearing your resigned voice and the little bit of annoyance in it, he stopped his frantic health check. Ok Eddie, time to think like a grown man.

Please make some space for Mister Riddler in his inner mental theater. Y/N is a human being, pretty much like him. A beautiful human being with a sumptuous as-... *Sorry Ed had to mentally punch him to keep him on track.* Ahem, like he was thinking before being brutally interrupted, Y/N is a human. Like him they have morning hair, don't always wear makeup nor impeccable clothes, and they must have to work hard to keep their skin so smooth and beautiful and...

"Ed?!" Now you are the one looking for his pulse. When you caught his gaze, you find this little light, you know, the one meaning someone FINALLY had put two and two together DUH.

"Y/N, I got it." He said, putting his hands on your shoulders and taking a long inspiration. "Of course i did. I'm a genius. Pampering, taking a self-care day, feel comfy and all..." But he suddenly turned you around to face the TV, "I got everything, except this! I mean, what the hell is this?!" He had to point the tv with his index for good measure.

He never watched "say yes to the dress." Of course he hasn't. Poor dude was too busy cracking puzzles and riddles. He's pretty confused here. You will have to explain how in hell this trashy thing is helping you feel relaxed.

Or don't, after all, it could be a pretty good opportunity to explain your lover you both have your hobbies and have to respect it ;).

Would totally be ok with you taking care of his skin and his nails. And the man would be super proud of it let me tell you. If someone messed with his fresh manucure, he would immediately turn to you / call you and apologize. "I'm afraid, we'll have to plan another self-care session my dear. Sooner than expected". (Relationship goal here!)

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OSWALD COBBLEPOT / THE PENGUIN

Oswald being Oswald, he would HAVE to walk on you on one of his worst days.

His mood was terrible and he seriously was in need of a good hug, a good vent and probably his mother “special bad days” tea. 

Since you moved in with him a few weeks ago, his first words to poor Olga when he went through the main doors were “WHERE IS Y/N?!” of course he had to yell even if the woman was not even a meter from him, taking his coat, hat and umbrella with a calm we all have to acknowledge. The maid will simply point in direction of the living room, keeping her smirk well hidden. Poor boy is up for a good and well deserved shock in here. 

Oswald would limp in a rush to you, grumbling like an old man all along, and couldn’t wait to have you listen about his terrible day and the bunch of idiots he had to deal with. 

“What the hell happened?!” He heard you scream in outrage when he was a few steps away from your position. He felt a smile growing on his face. Of course you would be concerned about his distress, you were like this with him, a worrywart, but his worrywart and he was the same with you. 

“Thank you! Someone at least is able to read the mood in a room”, he had to say, glaring at Olga who, again, shrugged and get away to dust the stairs. She wasn’t going to miss the show. No way. 

“No seriously, what happened to you poor thing, what did they do to you?”, Y/N cooed from the couch. 

Finally, Cobblepot emerged from the hallway, his mouth ready to answer them when all the air he took to do so was sucked out of him. “M-My dear?” He called. 

Y/N tensed on the sofa. Oh dear hell. Oh no. 

No excuse was good enough to explain your current state: slumped on the couch, a tiger face mask, bright yellow and blue unicorns air clips and the worse? Fluffy pajamas with a penguin and a polar bear walking hand in hand on the snow, with the sentence “Take it slow in the snow” sewn under them. No. Nope. Nu-uh. You were doomed. 

 Y/N smiled awkwardly and made a stupid little wave with their hand. “Oswald...Dear...Well...Hello?” 

His deafening silence was maybe worse than his higher screeches. When he finally opened his mouth, they were covered by the sound of the tv. “Oh my god, yes! Yes it’s the one!” 

His eyes followed the female voice and took a long look at the screen. “Is it “say yes to the dress?” He suddenly asked. 

You were dumbfounded a second, frowning your brows but finally answered a low “yes?” 

He would stay silent and resume his walking until letting himself fall ungracefully next to you and start to watch. 

“Oswald? Are you ok?” 

He nodded once, his eyes still on the screen. “Mother used to watch it with me and we would talk about my day.” 

Oh. Oh! Ok, Y/N can definitely make it their ritual. “Want to do it dear? I have another face mask and was about to ask Olga for another tea. How does it sound? 

Sounds perfect. Cobblepot will 100% adopt this ritual and talk about his terrible day while you apply some cucumber on his tired eyes. He knows how to do perfect manucure (mommy boy, remember?) and would help his S/O with their nails, hair, skin... everything. 

Their self care is as important as taking Gotham’s throne. Anybody interrupting them would be dead. And “Say yes to the dress” will stay, giving the two the perfect opportunity to bond even more about fashion. Oswald is also a very talented tailor after all, so he knows what he’s talking about. Enjoy!  

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VICTOR ZSASZ

Since when didn’t he stalk you? A day or two? He was letting his guard down. What if you suddenly decided to run away, change city, were shot by a lunatic... and here it goes, his brain started to panic. He was pretty busy lately, thanks to Jim, Harvey, and every idiotic cop in the city suddenly realizing their job was in fact to arrest criminals, not taking their money and looking the other way. Aah...Good old days...

Anyway, nothing now was about to stop him to go to his S/O. Even if you gave him a key, (please don’t) he would prefer to pick the locks of your door, you know...for the thrill and everything. And, I mean, I you’re lucky enough to have survived Zsasz, it probably means you have some strong sense of self preservation and weren’t foolish enough to give the sadist your keys. 

When your door finally opened, he went inside of your flat like a shadow, grinning like a madman about the idea of giving you the scare of your dear life. God knows he loved to make you jump and see the rush of adrenaline in your body. 

Your TV was on, he could tell, the sound of a few people resonating inside of your flat like they were with you in your living room. 

Another sound made him stop for a second: someone drinking the end of a soda or a milkshake. Super loud at that. Who would have known the perfect little Y/N, always sipping their beverage like a posh aristocrat was enjoying a cheap one like any commoner on earth. How funny. 

You wouldn’t even realize he was next to the couch. Not until you heard him giggle stupidly making you scream bloody murder and throwing your now empty milkshake at his head. 

Being the troll he is, Victor would dodge it without even giving you a glance and lazily point at the screen saying something stupid like: “the previous one looked better uh?” 

Don’t strangle him on spot. Or do it, not sure here what he may enjoy the most... 

When your heart would finally stops its marathon, you would be able to take a better look at the picture: him, standing next to the couch arm, his left forearm on the top of the furniture, his right hand on his hip and his legs crossed, taking a good look at you, his S/O.

Currently rolled like a burrito in a fluffy purple plaid with only your head, hands and socks visibles. Are these little pizzas on your socks and headband by the way? And are you really wearing a panda face mask? 

You were ready to punch these questions back deep inside of his throat as soon as he will ask them and make him gulp his stupid smirk. Though, you weren’t ready for his gaze to shift from your eyes and face to your table and the “is it pepperoni?” He stupidly asked, pointing at the pizza your were eating earlier like an hungry wolf. You hoped he didn't see it...

Breathe, in and out. It’s the key.

"You really are full of surprises, love." He teased, too happy to see your obvious discomfort.

Option A) giving him the middle finger. Proceed with caution though, he's really good at shooting fingers.

Option B) Scream ugly profanities at his dumb face. Good to vent, but he wouldn't give a f. Just enjoy it more and more.

Option C) slouch back on the couch and throw him the pizza's menu. "you pay for the next and the milkshakes." And wait for his lazy ass to seat next to you, because he will. Oh. And if you feel confident enough, don't hesitate to slap a ridiculous face mask on his already ridiculous face. Yes he doesn't give a shit about looking like an idiot but you wouldn't be the only idiot in the room anymore. 👍

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A/N - I hope you liked it, have a beautiful day dearie 🥰💐

[w-m-heart]

Celebratory Sex

This is a snippet from the lastest update of our We Three Witches fic on AO3

Fandom: Twilight Pairing: Edward Cullen x Bella Swan Warning: explicit smut, p in v, swearing, fingering (f!receiving), first orgasm (male), a bit of fluff Word Count: 2.5k Summary: Bella keeps her promise to fuck Edward within an inch of his life

A/N: We're new to smut, so don't judge us too harshly

18+ Minors DNI. You’re responsible for your own media consumption. We do not give permission for our works to be reposted/translated elsewhere. Reblogs and comments are much loved 💜

I sat on my bed fiddling with my phone as I worried at my lip. Edward would be here soon. It had been hours since he’d left. Surely Renee was gone by now?

I shook my head and scoffed. What was I doing? It wasn’t like I was some virgin teen girl waiting for her boyfriend to sneak through the window. 

It's just sex, nothing you haven’t done before, I scolded myself. Just because you happen to be in love with him doesn’t change anything. Immediately my eyes caught on the metal bed frame and I blushed. Until early this morning I had had a solid cushioned bed frame with a matching headboard, 

Only Edward wasn’t quite in control of himself during my blowjob and had gripped it so tight he broke it beyond repair. Luckily dad still had a lot of grandma’s things including her black metal bed frame that was still in good condition. Edward had been apologetic and had tossed out the old one before getting this one from the storage room. He’d promised to replace the one he broke, but I almost didn’t want him to, the metal bar was perfect for certain ideas I had.

I heard a soft thump and looked up to see Edward gracefully climbing in through the window. I frowned. Even though the wards had been adjusted to let the Cullens in when I was home they should have alerted me the moment he stepped onto the property. 

Edward smiled crookedly. “I thought you would have been happier to see me,” he chuckled. 

I smiled automatically and flushed slightly. This was not starting out as I planned. I toyed with the belt of my kimono robe and took a deep breath before I looked up at him from under my lashes. 

“I’m ecstatic to see you,” I purred. “The question is, how happy are you to see me?” 

I let the top of my robe fall open, slipping off one side to expose the entire right side of my chest. The flimsy fabric barely covered my breast. It was a move I had perfected a while ago, and it had the perfect reaction. 

Edwards' eyes darkened as I placed my hand lightly on my exposed skin, trailing it down my neck to the valley between my breasts. My mouth went dry as I noticed the obvious tenting of his pants, and a flush creeped up my neck. A burst of arousal flooded through me at the memory of him last night and I clenched my thighs together. 

Edward was in front of me in an instant, nose flaring. “You smell amazing,” he murmured, his hands on my hips. “So wet already and I’ve only just arrived.” 

“Stop talking,” I growled, standing up. Before he could react, I grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him into me, capturing his mouth in a desperate kiss.

I nipped his icy lower lip demanding entrance which he freely granted. My hands threaded through his hair pulling him impossibly closer, his hands roamed my body, gripping at my waist, shoulders, ass, never stopping in one area. It wasn’t enough. I needed him closer. 

I bit his lip again, harder this time and he let out a low groan of pleasure. Subconsciously I repeated the spell we had done in the field to copy their basic abilities, even without thinking I knew I would have to be a bit more durable for this. 

Suddenly desperate for more I tore my hands from his hair and ran them over his shoulders. I gripped the fabric of his shirt and I tore it off him. He gave a small grunt of surprise, but didn't break the kiss. 

In retaliation, one of his hands slipped beneath my robe and slid along my skin. His touch skimmed along my stomach, around my back, up my sides,  lighting icy-hot trails of the coldest heat across my skin that left me breathless. He reached my breasts, cupping one in his hand and I moaned low in my throat. 

Nipping his lip once again—an action I was quickly becoming obsessed with—I broke the kiss and pushed him onto the bed. It protested with a loud creak as the metal buckled slightly under his weight and Edward echoed the sound with a groan of his own. Stepping in between his knees, I unzipped his jeans. 

“Off,” I demanded tugging the fabric. 

He lifted his hips so I could drag them down and I wondered how it would feel when he did that while inside me. 

I shivered and clenched around nothing at the thought. Gods, I need him now. 

My eyes zeroed in on his cock as Edward kicked his jeans and boxers off the rest of the way. I didn’t hesitate to wrap my hand around it. He bucked into my hand as I swiped my thumb over his tip. 

“Bella. Please,” he groaned. My head snapped up and I looked at his face which was awash with pleasure. 

I froze, my eyes wide at the look on his face. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen his face like this, not after last night, but this was the first time it truly hit me how real this was. 

This isn’t just a quick fuck, I thought, dazed. This isn’t two people getting their rocks off and then walking away after. There’s no walking away after this. 

“Bella?” His hips stilled like he was keeping himself from thrusting into my hand. “What is it, love?”

There was such concern and doubt on his face that I couldn’t help but smile. He was worried. Even after everything last night, he was still worried I didn’t want this. 

I let go of him, and crawled my way up his body until I was hovering over him, face to face. I brought my lips to his for a soft kiss. This one was slow and sensual where everything before had been heated and passionate. This one wasn’t about fucking, it was showing him I wanted this. And I meant every word I said. 

I pulled back a fraction to whisper, “This isn’t a quick fuck. I’m not planning on ravaging you and then finding someone else to play with. You’re it for me.” I then smirked and added teasingly. “As long as you don't break my heart.” hoping my light tone covered the truth of my worries.

He blinked. “Yeah?” His face broke out into a beautiful smile. He reached up to brush his nose against mine. “You’re it for me too.” He sat up, pulling me into his chest. “And I don’t plan on ever breaking your heart.” 

Crazily enough, I was starting to believe him. 

“Good,” I murmured, against his lips. “Now let’s get back to fucking.”

His hands slid down to grip my ass, squeezing my cheeks as our lips slammed back together. I ground down on his lap and he let out another groan. I broke our kiss and trailed my lips down the expanse of his throat before moving back up to his ear and playfully tugged on his lobe with my teeth. 

“Mine.” I growled.

Edward purred, burying his face in my shoulder and sucking on the junction between my shoulder and neck in a way that sent a wave of pleasure through me. He slowly kissed his way up to my ear. “If I am yours, then you’re mine .”

“I can live with that,” I gasped as his grip on my ass pulled me forward right against his leaking cock. 

Not wanting a single thing between us, I ripped the robe from my body and tossed it aside. Edward’s eyes lit up when he saw I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. 

“Beautiful,” he breathed as he moved to pepper kisses across my chest. 

I whimpered as the sensation sent a flutter through my heart. I could feel my arousal slicking my folds, just begging for his cock. 

Edwards mouth closed around my nipple and I sucked in a sharp breath as heat flooded my body. My hands immediately went to his hair, tightly tangling in his locks as I silently begged for more. He happily responded, running his tongue across my hardened bud as his other hand came up to pluck my other nipple. 

I writhed against him as waves of pleasure thrummed through me, weakening my resolve to go slowly. I forcefully reminded myself that this was Edward’s first time, and that this was not just a quick fuck. This was different. This was love.

I pulled his face back to mine for another intoxicating kiss, purposefully slowing us down. One of his hands plucked at my sensitive nipples while the other reached up to cup my cheek, deepening our kiss. 

Slowly I rose on my knees and reached down guiding his cock to my entrance. Gripping the back of his head tightly I sank down onto his cock and we both let out guttural moans. I broke the kiss with a gasp to catch my breath and Edward's hands flew down to my waist gripping the soft flesh as his lips attached themselves to my neck. 

Dazedly I wondered just how many hickeys I would have before we were done. My skin was still littered with last night’s. I rocked forward and moaned at the feeling of him inside me. In this position he was filling me to the point of bursting and I desperately needed friction. 

Sensing my need, Edward tightened his arms around me and gave a low growl as he thrust sharply into me, I let out a cry of delight as I ground down on his cock. Soon we were in the perfect tempo. I met each of his thrusts, rocking back and forth as we moved faster. 

I raked my hands down his back, my nails scratching harmlessly against his granite skin but he still hissed in pleasure. 

“Oh Bella, ” he groaned, gripping my thighs. “Just like that, love.” 

As his thrusts picked up speed, I moaned his name. He crashed his lips into mine, swallowing my sounds as he continued to thrust into me, splitting me open with his cock. I had fantasised about this from the moment I’d seen it last night, but now he was inside me he felt longer and thicker than I could have imagined. With each thrust he hit every spot and sent me crazy. 

Still I needed more. I grabbed one of his hands and brought it to my clit. Having already learnt this lesson, he flicked it quickly and I clenched around him with a shuddering groan. 

My head fell back as he began rubbing tight circles in time with his thrusts. I cried out, clutching his shoulders as I bounced on his cock. A familiar pressure began to pool in my gut. “Yes! Gods, Edward. Harder! Please!” I panted, clenching around him tighter. 

He moaned into my ear at the feeling as I clenched around him again. “So beautiful. My love, you look so beautiful right now. Like this. For me. You feel so good.” 

He continued grunting praises into my skin and I choked out a moan, emotions clogging my throat. I wanted to tell him that I loved him, needed him to know it desperately, but he deserved better than to wonder if it was just something said in a moment of pleasure. He should know I meant it, know I’d loved him long before this night. Even if I’d refused to admit it, even to myself. 

“You’re mine. I’m never letting you go,” I cried, clinging to him with every bounce. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

His grip on me tightened as he pulled me into a searing kiss, our thrusts became erratic as we both chased our pleasure. He pressed down on my clit, and the coil in me snapped. I came with a shuddering cry, my fingers pulling at his hair as my orgasm rocked through me. He followed with a shout, his cock emptying into me as we arched into each other. 

We slumped together, falling back against my pillows with shattered groans. His arm curled around my waist, holding me to him as our chests heaved and we tried to get our brains working again. We stayed like that for a long time, until I rolled off him. He slipped out of me and we both groaned at the oversensitivity. 

As I curled against his side, his arm still around me, a genuine smile stretched across my face. I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, there was no going back from this. 

When my muscles were working again, I propped my cheek up on my fist and glanced at him. I let out a quiet giggle. He looked completely dazed. He laid there against the pillow, his hair in a complete disarray, eyes glassy and lips slightly parted. 

If this is how he responds to the least kinky sex I’ve ever had, what will his reaction be when I bring in the toys?  

Just the thought delighted me and I couldn’t wait to find out. With that thought I dozed off into a light sleep

~~~

I opened my eyes and yawned, then frowned as I heard movement behind me and turned around to see Edward pulling on his pants. A small frisson of annoyance went through me and I smirked. 

“I didn’t take you for a love ‘em and leave ‘em type of guy,” I teased. 

He was beside me in an instant, tilting my head up and pulling me into a gentle kiss. After a moment he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against mine as he stared at me, his eyes dancing with amusement. 

“Don't pout, I need to hunt,” he said, pecking my lips which had somehow pursed without my permission. 

The small bit of annoyance evaporated as I realised he wasn't ditching me, he just needed to eat. Knowing that, I pursed my lips in an exaggerated pout and dramatically sighed. 

“Why hunt when you can eat me?” I asked with an innocent smile. 

Edward’s eyes widened as he choked out a laugh and shook his head before narrowing his eyes playfully at me. “I’m not sure of your nutritional value,” he teased before pulling me into another kiss. “You , Miss Swan, are bad for the heart.”

He ended it far too quickly and I pouted again. 

“I’ll be back tonight,” Edward said, his fingers soft and gentle against my cheek, like he couldn’t bear to pull away. 

“I’ll be waiting,” I said, biting my lip to contain my smile. 

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[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 538, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

WORDS: 1212

@Mary_Claire_Ratajczyk_Official and @therealpetersteeleoffical at @saintmarysmaternityhospital

THE RATAJCZYK TRIPLETS ARE HERE! Please give a warm round of applause to the newest members of the Type O Negative family- Matthew James, born at 1:27 PM weighing 4 pounds 3 ounces, Brandon Edward, born at 1:36 weighing 4 pounds 1 ounces, and Josephine Rose, born at 1:45 PM weighing 3 pounds 11 ounces. These precious babies were born prematurely at 27 weeks, and will spend time in the NICU before coming home with the rest of the family! A million thank yous to the wonderful crew at Saint Mary’s Maternity Hospital for Expectant Mothers for helping us through the birthing process and being a great support system while we got used to the three party crashers!

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I smiled at the parade of THE RATAJCZYK TRIPLETS ARE HEREs posted in the comment section. People were beyond hyped about the arrival of the newest members of the Ratajczyk family, and I had gotten multiple DMs from people wondering if they could buy something to help us out. I had rectified by creating an Amazon wish list with baby shampoo, diapers, baby wipes and crib pads, posting it up to the top of my Instagram profile. The wish list was emptied two days later, and so I kept adding the bare necessities of what was needed to care for newborn babies, times three.

Baby Jojo only had the faintest of lumps on her spine and didn’t really seem bothered by it as she stretched out over her daddy’s chest, taking up as much room as she possibly could and almost successfully shoving her older brothers off.

The three babies were each the perfect blend of their parents- Baby Mattie was the perfect miniature of big brother Thomas Jospeh Ratajczyk and his father. Baby Teddy had my scarlet curls and his daddy’s hazel blue eyes. Baby Jojo had her daddy’s hair coloring but with my curls and her mommy’s big blue eyes.

Peter had recovered quite well from his allergic reaction to the anesthesia used for his vasectomy. The alarming swelling in his face had gone down dramatically and he was soon able to sleep in my tiny hospital bed with me. He would sleep with me curled up on his burly chest, creating such the sweet picture. Elizabeth had snapped a few photos of us in this position, and he had posted one to his personal Instagram account.

@therealpetersteeleoffical with @Mary_Claire_Ratajczyk_Official at @saintmarysmaternityhospital

My sweetheart is the most incredible person I know. She gave life to six incredible human beings, and loves to sing and bring a smile to my face.

Here’s to now and forever, my beautiful blueberry of my heart.

#mysweetheart #wifey #blueberrylove #mysunmymoommystars

Jackie had been coming in four times a day with food that she had crafted together in her kitchen. She was currently renting an apartment with a friend of hers from the mechanic shop and she also did photography on the side for a bit of extra income. Peter had asked her about pricing, and she had directed him over to her Instagram. After consulting with me, he had booked her for a Christmas family photoshoot on December nineteenth.

My brothers and Sammi had came in at one point, too. Adam and the twins had swung by, Aria and Evie joining the kids as they giggled and talked. Benjimen came in with Daniel and Frank, the three of them carrying little plush toys for the new babies- a white bunny for Baby Mattie, a grey elephant for Baby Teddy and a cream lamb for Baby Jojo. Caleb and Julie came in, her tummy beginning to grow round with child. While Julie and I both discussed baby names, Caleb and Peter both talked tips and tricks for babyproofing the house. Ephriam and Evan came in, my brother-in-law cradling a fussing little lady, their adopted daughter from my brother-in-law’s sister.

When Sammi popped by for a visit, she was wearing tight skinny jeans and a thin V-neck T-shirt with a plunging neckline. To my amusement, Peter kept his eyes on her face while Baby Noah toddled up to where the kids had congregated, being warmly welcomed into their group.

“Hey, can you guys take in Baby Noah for a few hours next week?” she asked us causally. “I fear his father finding out about my little baby boy and raising all levels of hell.”

“Who is Baby Noah’s father?” I asked as I was pumping more milk. At this point, Evans had told us to keep the cooler that he had brought with him, filled with yummy goodies, to keep the milk bags cooled.

“He’s a politician,” she shrugged, sighing at my look. “Governor Paul Thomas Grantsville.”

“Sammi!” I squawked, utterly appalled.

“I know, it’s no excuse sleeping with a married man, but I needed to pay the bills somehow!” my baby sister protested. “Besides, he quickly lost steamed after the first round.”

“Sammi, how do you know that Baby Noah is his son?” I asked her, arching an eyebrow upwards.

“Because he shot his load into me,” she confessed in a sheepish tone of voice. “He gave me six grands in cash upfront for bareback.”

I could only stare at her as the kids happily occupied themselves by drawing pictures for my hospital room.

“He’d been sleeping around since his wife was rendered sterile due to cancer treatment,” she continued to gossip. “He already had five daughters, but really wanted a son, so-”

“So, you had sex with him?” I was doing my best not to judge my slutty baby sister, but she was honestly making it quite challenging. “Aye aye aye…”

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OC info and Backstory!

                                                  ↤ Astrid ↦

                                                 “The Beast”

❝Humans are just selfish creatures willing to do anything in order to succeed, no matter how many that may end up getting hurt.❞

                                                                      ↤ G E N E R A L   I N F O ↦

Name ↦ Astrid Rieka

Nickname(s) ↦ Snow, Beast, Pipsqueak

Age ↦ 20+ Years Old

Gender ↦ Non - Binary (She/They)

Sexual Orientation ↦ Asexual and Demi-Romantic

Race ↦ Amestrian

Birth Date ↦ 22/02

Birth Place ↦ Dublith

Current Residence ↦ Central

❝Call me small again.. I dare you.❞

                                                                             ↤ A P P E A R A N C E ↦

↤ Hair ↦

Blonde, Medium length, pretty much straight, bangs are divided into three, 2 parts that go down to the side of their hair and one part in the middle that almost touches their nose.

↤ Body ↦

Somewhere between 5’2 and 5’3 so Astrid is kinda Short, but don’t let the height fool you because they’re stronger than they look~

Astrid appear to be rather androgynous, femine face but a completely flat chest. Astrid does have some muscles but not too much, their body shape is rather flat.

↤ Eyes ↦

Don’t let Astrid kindly looking blue eyes fool you, she may look soft and sweet with her big round and blue eyes but under that look is a monster that can tear you apart. Their eyes look blue most of the time, but once the beast takes over they turn into a purple color like most other Homunculi are seen with, pupils appear more snake-like compared to her more kind looking blue eyes.

↤ Face ↦

Astrid’s face is slightly round but gets slightly sharper towards the jaw, small nose. No freckles, just a very plain face.

↤ Additional ↦

Ouroborus is placed on their right hand. Astrid is also always seen wearing glasses due to bad eyesight, even in her Wolf and Beast form. Astrid has these “nodes” on their back in an upside down triangle shape but they are almost always hidden by clothing. Their main outfit is a red hoodie with a flamel symbol on the back, black jeans and black shoes, when out in public they have a pair of black gloves on in order to hide the Ouroborus on their hand. Homunculus clothing consists of a tank top, shorts, one glove on the left arm, bracelet with Envy’s headband symbol on it and the same socks/shoes that Envy has. It was Envy that gave Astrid that outfit as it was Envy that trained them.

❝I will always love you, no matter what happens..❞

↤ R E L A T I O N S H I P S ↦

Mother ↦ Currently Unnamed (Dead, Killed by The Beast)

Father ↦ Currently Unnamed (Dead)

Brother(s) ↦ None.

Sister(s) ↦ Snowflake (Technically a pet but they were like sisters to eachother)

Other Relatives ↦ Unknown

Friends ↦ Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric, Winry Rockbell etc.

Best Friends ↦ Lilac, Envy, Lust

Enemies ↦ Roy Mustang, Astrid’s Mother, Shou Tucker, Greed,

Crush ↦ Envy

Partners ↦ Envy

Engaged ↦ Nothing yet

Married ↦ Nothing Yet

❝You may think you’re a monster but you’re not. You’re a Homunculus.. Not a monster❞

↤ H O M U N C U L U S ↦

↤ Sin ↦

I would say that Astrid is a mix of Wrath and Envy. They get very easily angered when they are jealous and tend to easily lose control under stressful situations.

↤ Ultimate Ability ↦

I call it The Beast, it’s a bigger, taller, stronger bulkier version of Astrid’s Chimera form. They usually struggle to control themself in this form and will attack pretty much everything. Astrid’s telekinesis also gets a lot stronger which means that they can lift up heavier objects and with enough power break bones on other people.

❝You will pay for what you did!❞

↤ B A C K S T O R Y ↦

Astrid grew up on the outskirts of Dublith, their parents weren’t home much as they were always busy with work. They were scientists working close to central studying Bio-Alchemy and Chimeras. Because of this Astrid ended up spending a lot of time being home alone. At the age of 15 a small and lost Wolf pup was in Astrid’s garden. Astrid couldn’t leave it alone out there so she took it in and named her Snowflake; Snow for short. Her parents were still at work when Snow was found but to Astrid’s surprise they let her keep the wolf..

A few years pass by and Astrid is now 20, Snow was basically fully grown, her age was unknown. They had both grown close, Snow was Astrid’s best friend and nothing could separate them. Astrid no longer minded that her parents were at work all the time as she no longer felt alone, thanks to little Snowflake. For once Astrid enjoyed her life but it all changed one day.

Her parents had been gone for longer than expected and Astrid started to get a little bit worried as she knew the risks of their job and that they could end up making a huge mistake resulting in death. She got a letter from her mother saying that they needed Astrid and Snowflake down at the lab outside of Central. Astrid was rather confused by the whole situation as she never really got to know anything regarding their work and now she needed to be there in person? Hesitantly Astrid went to the lab along with Snow. It was the biggest mistake Astrid had made in her life.

Her parents and their co-workers had lost their minds out of desperation.  They were close at figuring out how to create talking Chimeras and ended up fooling Astrid to bring Snow down to the lab so they could be both used as an experiment. Astrid felt so betrayed, how could her own flesh and blood do something like this? Supposedly her father had already tried to become a Chimera willingly but it failed, so Astrid’s mother contacted her child, tricking them into coming down here because she knew she wouldn’t put her best friend in danger.

This time it was a success, Astrid and Snow became one. A Chimera.

It didn’t stop there tho. They weren’t just trying to create a talking Chimera, they all knew that it was possible to create such things so they took it a step further. One of the scientists there had a Philosopher stone, and before Astrid or Snow had time to react she was injected with the stone. To everyone’s surprise it worked.

They had created a Homunculus who was also a Chimera.

But there was one problem.

They couldn’t contain the creature they had just created..

A beast fueled by pure anger..

Astrid killed everyone, they were out of control, no one could kill her as mere bullets weren’t enough to kill a Homunculus. They all were killed by Astrid’s telekinesis. Before escaping she made sure to get rid of any evidence proving their existence and then ran as fast as they could into the woods.

A certain green haired Homunculus had witnessed everything and went after The Chimera..

Astrid was exhausted after everything, they had managed to calm down a little bit, but still unable to change back to their more human-like form. She noticed Envy’s presence and confronted him and wondered why they were following her. After talking for a while Astrid hesitantly agreed to go with him and meet this “Father” person since he was the leader of the other Homunculi, she didn’t have much of a choice honestly, she would’ve probably been killed if she didn’t follow this Envy..

It was rather difficult getting to the Homunculi’s hideout as Astrid was still unable to transform back.

A couple of months pass, and Envy managed to teach her how to transform back to her more human like side and she could now control her telekinesis a little more. Their fighting skills still weren’t great but training has just started so she’ll learn someday, she has still yet to beat Envy in a sparring match so..

During all of the training Astrid slowly got to learn more about Envy and his envy for humans. He tried to hide it but Astrid could see through it because she felt the same. Once Envy learned Astrid’s whole story he slowly started to feel..something.. towards her. He wasn’t used to have actual friends or anyone that actually cared about him so he didn’t know how to handle it. They had both fallen in love but didn’t know how to deal with these emotions so they kept it hidden for a while. They both ended up growing very close. Envy was the only Homunculus she felt safe around, she was okay around Lust but Gluttony terrified her. She didn’t see much of Pride and only saw Wrath during work mostly. She had never met Sloth and Greed had ran off long before Astrid came there.

Astrid ended up working alongside Envy and the other’s looking for Human sacrifices for Father’s plan, she ended up becoming a State Alchemist disguising their telekinesis as Wind Alchemy. She ended up on Colonel Roy Mustang’s team as she needed to keep an eye on Edward, The Fullmetal Alchemist who happened to be one of the sacrifices.

Astrid ended up becoming friends with Ed and his brother Alphonse, along with Winry. Of course Astrid could never reveal what she truly was so she would always avoid questions about her family.

It all went okay until Ed and Al met Ling Yao, a prince from Xing who could somehow sense when someone wasn’t human.. When he saw Astrid he could already feel that something was off about her. Edward and Alphonse didn’t believe Ling when he tried to say that something was off about Astrid but they eventually found out that Astrid was in fact not human.

This whole backstory is still a huge work-in-progress!!

[putuponpercy]

Thomas: But I didn’t even say anything! Edward: Your face says enough. Be nice.

[sunflowers-are-heaven]

I wish it was your hands on me

I have never written fanfic in my life! But the lack of Edward x y/n content is killing me and so I decided to write one myself. I have barely proofread it so please forgive all the grammar errors and I hope you enjoy!

P. S. This is set before The Batman film

Word count: approx. 3K

*slight groping but other that I don't think there's anything to warn about

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Y/N had been informed that morning that a new employee would be starting as an accountant for the firm and that she would have to get a few pieces of information from him to send to HR. She was annoyed that her boss felt that she was the only person capable of doing the job and dreaded having to talk to this new person. Y/N was very much an introverted person who really did not have time for injustices in the office environment but on this particular day she just decided to do as she was told. She was busy typing up her monthly report when her boss Jeff, a tall bald man who paid for a new woman every night when he should be going home to his wife, interrupted her. He introduced her to a man who had soft dirty blonde hair, a round face and oversized glasses. One could have mistaken his big eyes for someone who had first day nerves but something about them told Y/N that he knew everything about her and she couldn’t help but feel as if he completely understood her. His name was Edward and she helped set up his computer details and gave him a few pieces of paper to fill in for HR. She smiled timidly and told him to ask her any questions if he got stuck.

Not five minutes later and Y/N got bored of writing her report, she glanced around the room to see that the new guy Edward was already staring at her. She stared at him for a second and walked over to him asking if he needed help with something. He said no and apologised explaining sometimes he zones out and stares without really actually staring at anything. She just quietly laughs and says that it's okay. 

That quiet laugh was like music to Edward’s ears, he knew at that moment he was going to do anything to really make her laugh. When he walked into the office that morning, he knew he was instantly attracted to her. He had never seen anyone so beautiful, he could tell that she had no time for niceties and didn’t force a big fake smile on her face for the new guy. He appreciated this and when she helped him with his login details he could smell her perfume and was intoxicated with it as if it was something he knew he had to get addicted to. Her (y/hc) , luscious locks made him want to reach out and stroke her and make her purr like a cat. Her curvaceous body made him want to see what was underneath, to feel every part of her, inside and out. He knew he was in trouble when he stepped in the office that morning and when she caught him staring, he internally freaked out and tried to come up with some excuse when she walked up to him.

After Y/N left his desk, Edward got to work with the accountant reports he needed to complete for the end of the week and throughout the week he started to realise that Y/N was not much different from him in terms of how reclusive they both are. However, Y/N does make more of an effort to talk to her coworkers but Edward can see that it kills her inside to have a fake persona 9-5, 5 days a week. They share small glances and smiles when they see each other but really haven’t gotten to know each other yet.

That is until the end of the week, when Y/N is invited to drinks with her coworkers. One of the girls, Monica practically begged her to come, claiming that Y/N needs to let loose and enjoy herself. Y/N caves in and agrees to go. At lunch time, she sees Edward checking over his report one final time before sending it off to the boss and she decides that maybe inviting him to the bar tonight would be a good way to get to know him. She walks over to him and leans against his desk, Edward turns his head to her and pushes up his glasses. He stares at her, taking in all her beauty and when she asks him if he wants to join her and the coworkers for drinks he feels uncomfortable at the idea of having to socialise but when she states that she doesn’t really want to go either and that having him there might make it more bearable, he knows he has to go. When he agrees, he enjoys the look on her face, a face of pure relief. He thinks to himself, does she like me too? Is this her way of getting to know me? No- how could anyone like me? An orphan! A guy who lives alone and has no friends. But when she smiles at him, all his worries go away and he can’t help but actually look forward to tonight. 

Despite Y/N initially not wanting to go, she can’t help but feel excited that Edward is also going. She wasn’t going to lie, Edward was quite attractive especially when he pushes up his glasses every now and then. She went to the bathroom before everyone met up in reception to freshen up. She sprayed extra perfume and put on a lip tint just to give her a confidence boost for tonight, lord knows she would need it with all the socialising she would have to do. As she walked out of the lift, she saw the group of six coworkers all chatting to each other waiting for a few more people to arrive. She could see Edward standing off to the side, and could clearly tell he did not want to get involved in small talk. She walked over to him and they both shared a smile, excited that they were going to spend a night in each other’s company. When the last of the coworkers arrived, they made their way to the Iceberg Lounge, which was notoriously known for criminals to hangout in. Y/N had had such a stressful week that she didn’t care where they went as long as they served decent cocktails.

They had managed to find a round booth that could fit six people and another four chairs at the other side of the table. Y/N and Edward were caged in either side of their coworkers and so were forced to speak to each other or the other person beside them. Unfortunately for Y/N, the person beside her was Michael, a douchebag who didn’t know how to keep his hands off of women and always made sleazy comments to his female coworkers. Y/N avoided him at all costs when she could. She scowled silently as he sat beside her and he instantly put an arm over her shoulder. She shrugged it off and he commented that she was going to play hard to get tonight, she scoffed and turned herself more towards Edward. Edward had witnessed the whole interaction and was giving Michael a death stare, making note to add him to his list of things that needed to be taught a lesson. He was also extremely grateful that Michael had done this to Y/N because it meant Y/N sat more closely to him. He wanted to whine at the simple touch of their knees gliding against each other. She glanced at him and apologised and whispered in his ear explaining that Michael was a sleazeball. Edward told her not to apologise and asked if she wanted to swap seats, she declined his offer but said that she may need his help if Michael decides to make advances again. Edward said he would be more than happy to help and gave her a smile.

Y/N found Edward’s smile quite comforting and scooched herself over towards him ever so slightly. They began to chat about a new film that was going to be released in cinemas next week and expressed their excitement as they both loved the director's previous works. As Y/N was taking a sip of her drink, Edward blurted out that they should go see it together. Y/N finished sipping her drink and nodded furiously in agreement with his statement. At this point, she was drinking alcohol, sitting in a warm club and sitting beside the man she somewhat found attractive. She knew her cheeks were beetroot red and hoped that the dark lighting could hide the fact she was blushing like mad. Edward could see that she was blushing and this instilled a new found confidence that Y/N did in fact like him. He didn’t comment on this though and continued to talk about other films that they had seen in cinema that year. 

After a few drinks and talking to colleagues, Monica suggested that some people go to the dancefloor. Michael was instantly on his feet ready to find a woman drunk enough and willing to have sex with him. Y/N enjoyed dancing in the privacy of her own home but not in the public like this, Monica grabbed Y/N’s arm and told her to dance with her. Y/N was really reluctant and looked at Edward for help, he just stared between her and Monica and said he wasn’t going to argue with Monica. Y/N looked at him and jokingly claimed he had betrayed her. She went off to dance with Monica and a sensual number came one, Y/N began to sway her hips from side to side and let Monica spin under her arm. Fully immersed in the song, she didn’t notice Edward staring at her, watching her enjoy herself. He felt a sense of calm seeing her like this and wanted to be the person who got to lay his hands on her hips, to hold her close and dance together to a slow song. As he was fantasising about being so close to Y/N, he failed to notice straightaway that Michael had crawled his way up behind Y/N and laid his own hands on her hips. 

All Y/N wanted was to enjoy a night without being sexually harassed, was that too much to ask? When she felt a pair of grubby hands on her waist, she instantly stepped away and turned to see that it was her sleazy coworker Michael. He went on about how it’s only him and that he can show her a good time. As soon as he grabbed her arm, she froze and could not move. She was terrified. She couldn’t concentrate on what was happening until she saw the back of someone blocking her view from Michael. She looked up and recognised the fluffy, light blonde hair and it was only then that she realised Michael wasn’t gripping her arm anymore. She could see Michael put his hands up in surrender and back away. As Edward turned around, she looked up and could see the unhidden fury in his eyes. She felt a strange sense of calm seeing him so riled up and when he lightly touched her arm she could see him begin to calm down asking if she was okay. All she could do was nod her head at him. 

Edward gathered Y/N’s belongings and brought her outside of the bar for some air. They stood in silence beside each other, and in that moment they both felt a serene calm that only soulmates could feel. They stood there for a few minutes surrounded in a cloud of smoke coming from all the social smokers who needed fresh air. There are blue and red sirens because it is Gotham, a city of crime and it is lighting up the dimly lit street including Edward and Y/N’s faces. She turns her head to look at him and cannot believe how stunning he looks in the flashing lights, she wonders if he could ever like her back. She thinks of how crazy it is that they have barely known each other a week and already she trusts him with her life. As she is thinking of how beautiful he is, Edward looks straight ahead and asks her if she is okay. Y/N had completely forgotten what had happened inside the club, all she could think about was his hand on her arm and how he looks in the light in this dull city. She replies that she is okay and thanks him for intervening. He reminds her that he said he would protect her from Michael earlier on in the club and goes on to say that he would protect her from everybody if she so wished. He turns his head to find Y/N already looking at him and gets shy and has to look elsewhere.

She requests that they leave and go to a diner for some tea and he does not oblige. When they reach the diner, they are relieved to see it is still open and when they walk in they find a booth near the back away from the world. They both sit across from each other and look out the window to see the dark streets of Gotham. The waitress interrupts their silence by asking what they would like, they order two green teas and a portion of fries to share. They begin to talk about how they were glad to get out of the club and have some peace in the diner, Edward expressed that he had never actually been to a club before. Y/N was not surprised by this revelation and said that he wasn’t missing out on anything and that having meaningful conversation is superior to acting like a drunken mess and having one night stands. He quietly laughed and said that he was already having more fun being in the diner with Y/N than he did in the club. He took a sip of his tea that the waitress had just set down and glanced at Y/N, taking in a deep breath and told her that she danced beautifully in the club. She stared at him for a moment and began to blush, she took a sip of her own tea to hide her face. Once again, Edward caught onto her embarrassment and was internally whining about how he was the one to make her react like that. He thought he would take another brave step and added how he felt jealous that Michael put his hands on her like that. Y/N gawked at him, she closed her mouth, then opened it, closed and opened it trying to form a word. As she opened her mouth to finally say something, the waitress interrupted them again, this time with their fries to share, she asked if they needed any condiments. Edward glared at the waitress for disrupting the moment while Y/N painted in a feigned smile and said they didn’t need anything else. They both stared at the fries in the middle of the table and Edward thought to himself that he had gone too far. He took a frie from the tray and was going to apologise to Y/N, until she looked up and said that she wished it was his hands that lay on her hips. Edward began to choke on his frie and quickly grabbed his tea to wash it down. Y/N moved to his side of the booth and patted his back gently making sure he was okay. Edward nodded his head, and coughed a few more times to clear his throat. All Y/N could do was try not to laugh out of the awkwardness of the situation. 

As Edward calmed down, he realised that Y/N still had her hand on his back and that she was rubbing it in a gentle circular motion. He didn’t want her to stop touching him, her touch was so caring and loving that he wanted to feel it forever. Y/N checked on him again and once she was satisfied that he wouldn’t need the Heimlech manoeuvre she took her hand off his back. Edward instantly missed the touch of Y/N but that was short lived because she slid her hand into his. Edward gave out a short high pitched gasp at the shock and Y/N couldn’t help but think how their hands fit perfectly. They continued to sit in silence and ate their fries side by side in the comfort of each other.

[tonesplash]

emmett cullen nsfw headcanons w human gf

warnings: oral sex, what could be construed as dubious consent

this man wants you to sit on his face so bad,,, p lea se ma'am just a crumb of coochie

you have to be the voice of reason and be like....i love u but i will not risk a spontaneous clit removal for you

so there is a ton of tension with that

edward respects you as his brothers s/o but for the longest time Could Not Look at you because he was constantly privy to Emmetts Box Eating fantasies at the slightest provocation

mans shoves his whole hand in his mouth after fingerblasting you the first chance he gets he wants it so bad

usually its somewhere offroad with the jeep parked, your pants pulled halfway down your thighs while his fingers are knuckle deep, palm mashed against your clit

there was one (1) time he caught you off guard and bent over STILL IN HIS SEAT with his sick vampire speed to suck your clit mid-orgasm.

you really wanted to be mad but the visual of your hand gripping those dark curls with his side profile buried into your mound was all you could think about for weeks

his fav position to wreck ur shit in is to sit back against your headboard with your legs spread over his, holding one steady while just,,,wrist deep

you better cover your mouth and hope your parents cant gear the soft paps echoing throughout your otherwise quiet room

emmett is not a virgin by any means but the second you put your warm little hand on his cock he has to make sure he isnt holding anything because the absolute roasting rosalie gave him when she found out how he broke his steering wheel could be heard for m i l e s

anyways the first time u jerk him off his cum hits the ceiling bc im childish and that scene from devilman is funny and weirdly hot

the sloppy toppy is also a nono for him bc he does not trust himself to Not Rip Out Your Hair Sorry Babe Thats How I Roll

im gonna be real he does not have the best control so full penetration is a nono unless it he is Absolutely Sure and Not Thirsty because that is not how this man wants to wreck your pussy no thank you

(imagine how much that would suck having to call your catholic vampire dad bc u shattered ur gfs pelvis having premarital sex, rip)

it is for Very Special Occasions like birthdays and stuff because he really wants to but also doesnt want to get wreckless and murder you

anyways, wants to marry you but will probably turn you before bc 1 he doesnt fear god and being a vamp doesnt bother him too much fuck what edward says and 2 he wants to bang his wife for 2 months straight on his honeymoon

will absolutely pretzel your ass after you are turned though, just all over the place its all game now

keep in mind this is all consensual, but you have denied him a True Taste for so long

you think you can do some vampire cleaning? um no actually ma'am ur pants are around ur ankles and ur vampire husband is just d e v o u r i n g your shit from the back? you got me? he has a new thirst and u are gonna quench it mamas

oh you want to garden?picking up a new hobby? hes plowing u over the petunias emmett pls this is why no one visits

[pretty-face-breaker]

Need to Ruin Him

c.w. aftermath of torture, cleaning up wounds, bad caretaking, intimidation, manhandling, torture by rubbing brine solution into welts, sadism, begging

—

The spring mattress creaked as Emir clattered on top of it. 

“Take off-...” Pavel stopped, shooting a second look at his bare back, and audibly snorted. “Never mind, just… lie down and I’ll get things to make you look better.” 

Emir whined as he tried to curl in on himself although the loosely tucked bedsheet stopped his arms from getting far. Breathing deep, he took in a whiff of wool and the smell of decay from the old sheets. He could see the almost invisible black speckling against the green, this close up and through his tears. 

He wasn’t certain whether the shock of the whip-marks had worn off. He had only the vague understanding that his back hurt. There was dampness in his hair, the crooks of his body, and on his face but those quickly dried in salty tracks. Hardly there anymore.  

“Bet that’s the last time you’ll do that,” Pavel mumbled. He could see the residue of his crying, the swollen eyes when he turned his head. 

The General had spared no part of the exposed skin, it seemed.

Emir didn’t respond for a few moments as the quiet clutters of Pavel grouping equipment together filled the silence. Then, he lifted his head and the shift in breathing got the man’s attention. But all the abused boy was doing was pulling the corner of a pillow under his chin before he collapsed again. 

Pavel raked his eyes up and down the body, once. Inhaled slowly before turning to stack the peroxide next to the rubber bandage seal. He remembered this one had been produced with a rubber cover so it wouldn’t disintegrate as easily as the paper ones had and recalled how the camp had looked on as the supply trucks had filled in with the equipment during daily drills.

He had jokingly saluted one of the drivers who had turned and smiled. A bright row of pearly whites had peaked beneath the moustache before he had gone ahead and returned the gesture. The image of the ideal worker had been complete. 

Pavel had thought about that man for the rest of the week, inspired by the strength in the smile. 

Spinning on his heel, he returned to where Emir lay half-conscious. “Hey, Suleiman. Look at me.” 

There was a groan and shift. “Don’ call me that,” Emir protested weakly, although his voice was strained with pain and struggle to recognize where the two were. The view didn’t look like the flat one out of his bed with only an iron window and darkness. 

The mattress dipped as he sat. “I’ll call you Edward, if I really want to.” Pavel encouragingly drove the heel of his hand into the boy’s lower back so he jerked and cried out feebly. The faded softness of that pretty little cry made Pavel’s heart race a little and he grinned against his better control. “Sit up or I do that again.”  

Seeing no way out of moving, Emir sighed and winced his way to sitting, facing away from the blond man and his amalgamation of terrible-smelling instruments. Whatever chemicals those were, antiseptic, sterile bandages, they hardly smelled anything close to home. The word home and ‘стерильный’ met his mind at the same time when he threw a glance down to Pavel’s medical tray.

“Sterile,” he read. His throat scratched and the word broke in two. 

Pavel had been tearing open the rubberized protector of the bandages when he stopped with a little smirk. “Yeah. Although, you don’t usually need reading abilities here unless someone sneaks in one of those raunchy magazines.” 

Emir returned a mechanical smile as the rubber tore open until Pavel winked at him and it was then that he raised his eyebrows and broke into a heartier chuckle. Realizing that he had paid the cheap joke with laughter made him clench his jaw in annoyance. 

It was never his intention to get amicable with the enemy but he supposed this one was patching him up which made it easier.  

The bandages were out of the sleeve now - a roll of brown gauze, pin, and two sterile cotton pads. He did notice another thing though, and that was the unsealed opaque jar sitting next to all the bottles. Being close enough, he could almost catch a salty scent sharp in the air. 

A hand quickly covered the top when Emir glanced up. Only slightly taller than him, Pavel’s cheeky smile had transformed into something crooked and cornering. “No peeking now,” he teased. Then, the tone quickly dropped to threatening, traced with amusement. 

“Turn around and don’t make so much noise that people have to come up from an early lunch.”

Emir’s fingers were tightening around the sheets nervously but he didn’t want to give Pavel another reason to make him feel wave upon wave of the same agony he’d gone through minutes before. He exhaled softly and turned to lock eyes with the window, hoping he’d come across as ignorant enough of the jar. 

But what did he care whether he knew? All the better for that sadistic fuck. 

Emir didn’t expect the initial sting as Pavel dipped the cloth into the murky solution and lathered it across his back without warning. Fingers digging hard into the sheets, he squeaked and darkened instantly after, the noise being involuntary. A rumbling laugh made him shiver.

“Don’t worry,” Pavel eased him with his usual mockery of lightness. “This’ll do the trick for all those nasty welts, trust me.” Then, pressed the cloth deeper into one particular stripe that had sliced through him and rendered him speechless, killing the yell on his tongue as General Levkin had brought the leather down.   

The yell was alive now and ripped through his teeth. He was too fucking tired to try to choke them back and what harm was it really? Pavel seemed pleased with the pitch of his wrecked voice and he could alleviate the burning that was eating through his back each time the rag switched directions. 

He wasn’t cleaning, he was scrubbing him. 

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. “Argh-... Can you p-please go a bit easier?” He despised Pavel right now, for the pain before, the pain to come, and for rendering him to beg and refresh the dried tear tracks. Blinking quickly, Emir hoped he had caught the tears before they slipped. 

“How else am I supposed to disinfect you? You’re not the first to get whipped.” Pavel’s lilt coiled around his back and legs. 

“Just please-... a little- agh!” 

Emir dropped his chin into his collarbone and squeezed. The strain on his neck was awful. The brine's stench was awful and so sharp in his nose, he swore something would start bleeding soon. At one particularly brutal dig, he gasped and arched away. Pavel’s hand shot to his shoulder and yanked him back in an instant. 

“Stay still, you little shit,” he snarled. 

Emir feebly whispered back. “It hurts.”

Pavel wanted to break into a cackle and tell him that of course it hurt and call him a whole assortment of insults for not realising he was doing it on purpose. Though, amidst the torment, he saw the way his light brown shoulders shook from how hard he gripped the mattress. 

It was a satisfying sight, how hard he was trying to be quiet and then the next moment when he gave up and let his whimpers seep through teeth. A tug of war between his pride and just letting it happen. 

“Plea-... mercy,” Emir gasped at last. 

Pavel was mid-assault on another open welt when he stopped and let his wrist ease off, dropping finally. He choked out relief but the aftershocks of the salt still must have felt like fire. 

Not once during the whipping had he even given the impression that he would beg for it. Not once, and Pavel had been fully confident that the little soldier would wait it out like he did everything with a dormant tongue. Looking at Emir now, he knew that just a little more would have him sobbing and begging in that sweet, wrecked voice-

Mercy, mercy, mercy

“Have mercy, please, God, m-mercy,” Emir hissed again. His arms shook as he held back a ruined sob. “I don’t deserve this.” 

Pavel had stopped now. He was clouded with thoughts that weighed down his hands which were eager for another spin. He didn’t know what he was waiting for, whether for Emir to collect himself - if he could - or to have the thrill to hurt again, to push him over the edge. 

The need to ruin him never came while he was thinking. It left him with dull annoyance as he realized he wanted to leave Emir alone, no longer bloodthirsty. It wracked his brain, the longer he debated just continuing. 

He did deserve it and Pavel was entitled to do it. 

Besides, Emir would probably look beautiful. 

But he didn’t. He dropped the rag, saying nothing, and grabbed the alcohol bottle that was actually medically approved for use unlike his masterfully crafted brine solution. Dabbing some liquid onto a fresh cloth, he applied it gently to the welts but still got that thrill of joy when Emir flinched away. 

“Alcohol,” he corrected quietly. “Not brine.” 

Shivering from the cold and not the pain, Emir nodded weakly and straightened back into his spot. Another moment passed before Pavel was back to work and dabbing away at the redness until he felt the smell of antiseptic was strong enough and switched to the pads. Only two were available. One went on the worst laceration. 

The second, on the one he had created by accident. 

Emir was still shivering. 

He unrolled the gauze and began wrapping it around the boy’s ribcage until the width of all fifteen feet trickled away. The roll felt so much lighter in his hand when he was finished applying it and pulling the end tight. He flicked it to the end of the bed, liking the little thunk it made at the metal footboard.

“Done.” Pavel pushed the tray away from him and Emir gathered up the strength to move. 

“Thank-…” Then, a laboured swallow. “Thank you.” 

He didn’t respond. Emir looked beyond exhaustion. All he did was push his head gently down onto the pillow and let the rest of his limbs take their natural place for comfort. 

He sat there for a long time, watching Emir’s chest rise and fall in even breaths, the sharp stench of alcohol and brine lingering in his nose for almost an hour. 

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[sullustangin]

Fictober #8: “This is it, isn’t it.”

Fandom: Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries

Time:  Sometime after Season 3, Crypt of Tears optional

Rating: PG (if you’re squeamish about cemeteries and death)

A/N:  Blue daisies symbolize innocence.  One of the few things we do know about Janie is that she wore blue hair ribbons.  

Jack stared at his silent conversation partner.  “I had thought cases like yours were rare, the genius behind them uncommon.  Maddening, even.  Now....”

Jack clasped his hands together.  He wasn’t sure if it were to pray or to beg forgiveness.  “So many girls like you, Janie.  So many girls like Phryne.  Poor, lower class, and unnoticed, relegated to page 5 or 6 at best.”   His eyes turned to steel.  “Men like me failed you.  Failed them.“  A half-hearted smile crooked across his mouth.  “If your sister were here, she likely plunge in at this moment with a full-throated defense of Detective Inspector Jack Robinson.  Perhaps I deserve that... but I shouldn’t be exceptional in my line of work.”

Jack laid the small bouquet of blue daisies before Jane Fisher’s gravestone.  “They say they need men like me to stay on.  So I do. Phryne would never hear of me quitting; she believes the best in me.  But above all that.... I wanted you to know your face crosses my mind when I do want to chuck it all.” 

Jack stayed in his crouch a few moments longer before pushing himself to his feet.  He was dusting off his hands as he heard the gate to the Fisher family plot creak.  The soft “Jack” that immediately came to his ears made him close his eyes, to savour the sound, and then he turned to the voice’s owner.

The Honourable Miss Phryne Fisher stood, clutching her own, much larger bouquets of blue daisies.

“Right on time, MIss Fisher.”

“You started without me,” she gently reproached him as she walked the short distance from the gate to the small line of graves.  Her eyes lingered on the two bouquets that Jack had already laid: one for Janie, and one for dear Arthur, the earth still freshly turned for him. 

“Only a little,” he acknowledged.

**

"This is it, isn’t it.”  Phryne frowned slightly as she peered over her sunglasses at the cemetery map.  “It’s.... very large.”

Jack understood the dismay in her voice.  “Over 60,000 were killed in the Great War.  Then the gased who came home...”

“Dear Freddy,” sighed Phryne.   “And the wounded who lingered.”  She pushed her sunglasses back up her nose.  “Which is why I’m here.  Let’s get to it, Jack.”

Phryne’s held was held high as she sailed down the rows of graves, heading toward the back. Her silk scarf and the wide legs of her white trousers gracefully waved in her wake.  The map, still clutched in her hand, continued to make rustling noises as she strode toward her destination. 

Jack caught up to her as she reached the wide open space.  Each planned grave plot was nearly roped off.  A small wooden sign marked the ones already taken.  As she stood there, unnaturally still for her, Jack felt compulsed to ask.  “Are you sure, Phryne?  You wouldn’t rather be with Janie?”

“Are you sure, Jack?  You wouldn’t rather be with the rest of the Australian Family Robinson?” she returned the volley handily. 

Jack held his ground.  “My parents have a plot, and the rest of us were set to fend for ourselves.  The Fisher plot has room,” he pointed out.

Phryne took off her sunglasses.  “The original plan was for my mother’s parents, Aunt P, Uncle Edward, and my parents to be in there -- before my father’s caddishness revealed itself.  Janie was very small --”  Phryne’s voice caught but only for a moment  “-- and we just managed to find a space for Arthur.  My mother has a space in there.  My father doesn’t, unless Aunt P really does follow through on her threat to burn his body.  Not cremation, just to confirm he’s really dead.”  Jack chuckled as Phryne gave him a grin as she continued to speak. “If I’m going to choose somewhere to spend all eternity, it will not be on that battlefield.” 

Then she turned around slowly in a circle, sunglasses still held between her fingers.  “I think a view further up the hill would do.  We might be able to see the ocean from there.” 

As Jack’s knees protested the climb, he quipped, “I very much doubt we’re going to care about the view.” 

“The British Empire has deigned to reward your service as a soldier and my service as an ambulance driver with a pair of 7-by-6-by-3-foot spaces. If I have the options for an ocean view and you as my neighbour forever, I’ll take it.”

Jack looked up toward Phryne on the hill’s summit. The breeze caused her shiny black hair drift in the air, her clothes in motion again.  No, they probably would never marry.

But yes, forever did sound good to him, ocean view or not.

[thecaffeinebookwarrior]

Monster of the Week: A Writer’s Guide to Vampires!

The Basics: Vampires From Around the World 

Almost every culture has its vampires, and they go way beyond Dracula and Nosferatu. 

There are obviously too many to include in one post, so here are a few especially unique vamps to get you inspired and interested in learning more! 

The Penanggalan, Malaysia - Literally meaning ‘to detach,’ the Penanggalan is an exclusively (apparently) female creature. 

By day, she masquerades as a normal woman (and let’s be real, don’t we all.)  But by night, her head detaches from her body and floats around, entrails hanging like tentacles -- which they nightmarishly use to entangle their victims -- and preys on pregnant woman and babies.  Lovely. 

Creepily, the Penanggalan gravitates towards day jobs such as midwifery, so she can get closer to her prospective prey. 

The Manananggal, Philippines - Much like the Penanggalan, the Manananggal has an unfortunate habit of detaching parts of her body to fly around.  Described as an “ugly, hideous woman” (mood), the Manananggal can detatch her whole-ass torso to fly around like a bat. 

Like the Penanggalan, she preys on pregnant woman and unborn babies, with, creepily, her incredibly long tongue.  Some, however, prefer to seduce and prey on men -- preferable, to be honest -- in which case they appear young and beautiful.

The Upir, Eastern Europe - Ukrainian, Belarusian, Russian, Romanian, and Czech cultures all have mythos around this abnormally bloodthirsty vampire.  Not only do upirs drink the blood of their victims, but they bath and sleep in it.  They eat the flesh of their victims as well, and are especially partial to the heart.  In a uniquely sadistic detail, the Upir is thought to consume the children of a family and then the parents. 

The Alukah, Judaism - Literally meaning “horse-leach,” the Alukah is one of the earliest vampires, originating in the Bible.  

A fixture of Jewish folklore, and sometimes described as a demon or witch, the Alukah is unique in the fact that she is not undead but a living, shapeshifting being (according to the description in Sefer Hasidim.)

She can fly by unfurling her long hair.

The Brahmaparusha, India - This nightmarishly extra vampire will drink the drained blood of its victims from a skull (which it carries around at all times), before noshing on their brains and wearing their intestines as necklaces and crowns.  Worst of all, this vampire has an unusually ravenous appetite, and consumes several victims per night.  

The Callicantzaros, Greece - In Greece, children born between Christmas and Twelfth Night were thought to be bad luck (?) and susceptible to vampirism.  The Callicantzaros was considered to be egregiously unpleasant, equipped with devilish talons with which to tear victims to shreds.  Their first victims, post-transformation, were supposed to be their own siblings.

Unfortunately, this led to a degree of mistreatment and hostility towards children born during this period, as parents watched for signs of their progeny’s prospective vampirism.  In order to ensure that they didn’t become Callicantzaros, the children’s feet were dangled above a fire, like a reverse Achilles.

Vampire weaknesses: 

Garlic - This one’s not just particular to Western mythos.  Southeast and far Eastern vamps like the Manananggal are also vulnerable to garlic. 

Salt - The Manananggal is vulnerable to salt, as are vampires from most cultures in which salt is considered holy or purifying. 

Silver - A holy metal.  The origin of the “vampires can’t see themselves in mirrors” myth is because it used to be a component in mirror-making. 

Vinegar - Again with the Manananggal. 

Daggers/stakes/sharp objects - Especially through the vampire’s heart.  In many cultures, burning the heart is also advisable.  Be careful, though: sometimes, staking an upir will only bring them back to life stronger. 

Dismemberment and fire - Most vamps are susceptible to this, including the Penanggalan.  The only sure way to kill an upir is to decapitate them and burn the remains. 

Counting - Much like the Count of Sesame Street, vamps can’t resist counting things.  If you scatter some small, countable objects on the ground, the vampire will have to stop and count each one. 

The tails of stingrays - in the case of the Manananggal. 

Sunlight - Obviously.  Though not universal, this pops up in vampire mythology around the world, including the Manananggal. 

Detachment - when the Penanggalan and Manananggal detach their heads and torsos, their discarded torsos and lower bodies are vulnerable.  In the case of the Manananggal, sprinkling the discarded legs with garlic and salt.  The Mananggal will not be able to return to its lower body, and will perish with the rising sun. 

Starvation - The Alukah can be starved if she’s prevented from eating for long enough. 

Stupidity - In the case of the Penanggalan.  If you turn the Penanggalan’s body upside down, she’ll re-attach backwards.  I’m not sure what the purpose of this is, except the exhilaration of punking a vampire and making them walk around on their hands all day like a jackass.

Protection: 

Thorns around windows - Thorns will keep the Penanggalan from harassing you or your unborn children. 

Strings of garlic - Just make sure SOME IDIOT doesn’t take them down (RIP Lucy from Dracula.)

Pots of uncooked rice, ash, or salt - Repellent to the Manananggal.

Running away and hiding - Basically the only method of recourse against the Brahmaparasha.

Eating bread infused with an upir’s blood - Sounds kinky, to be honest. 

Stay on sacred ground - I.e. graveyards and churches.  Just be sure you’re not trying to avoid the kind of vampire that dwells in graveyards if you go for the latter.

Holy water, crucifixes, silver, et cetera - Anything sacred or holy.  Varies based on culture.

Imbibing the ash of a supposed vampire’s burnt heart - I’m not even going to joke about this one, since people actually did this during the vampire scare of New England (my homeland.)  I learned about it from a book about local vampire encounters at the Newport Public Library at age twelve, and it scarred me.

Dangle your baby above a fire - Actually, no, PLEASE don’t do that.  But that’s what seventeenth century Greeks did to prevent their kids from turning into Callicantzaros. 

Age of consent laws - Specifically for Edward from Twilight.

Don’t get a welcoming mat - Counts as inviting them in.  Duh.

Ways to Become A Vampire:*

*Ask your doctor if becoming a vampire is right for you.

Biting - Obviously.  Though if you read Dracula and early accounts of vampirism, it was more of a slowly progressing illness than a sudden transformation.

Reject Christianity - In the case of upirs.  More specifically, the church buried non-believers outside of graveyards, leading them to rise as servants of the Devil.  Honestly, I feel like the church kind of brought that on themselves. 

Be born between Christmas and Twelfth Night - At least if you’re in seventeenth century Greece.  

Be influenced by the Devil while dying - Another version of the Upir origin.

Be a demon possessing a corpse - One prospective explanation for the Brahmaparusha.

Making a pact to obtain eternal youth and beauty that involves not eating meat for 40 days and then breaking it like some kind of an IDIOT - One version of the Penanggalan origin myth.  I shouldn’t judge, my self-control isn’t great either.

Get startled by a man while meditating in a bath and jerk your head so hard that it flies off and at the interloper in fury - Another prospective version of the Pennangalan origin. Relatable, honestly. 

Be so bitter and jealous of couples that you go on an insane killing spree of pregnant woman and get publicly executed by being ripped in two - The Pennangalan, again.  She makes the Kardashians look tame. 

Chanting an incantation, anointing yourself with oil, and purchasing a black chick - In the case of the Manananggal.  The black chick reportedly lives inside the Manananggal, eating its innards while also acting as its life source.  Honestly, after all the drama of the Penanggalan’s origins, this seems reasonable.

Other Sources

Video Essays: 

The Power of the Vampire Myth - A superb sociological dive into the cultural significance of vampires. From the post WWI antisemitism of Nosferatu to their ability to subvert the Hays Code, vampires tend to reflect the shadows of every society. 

Dracula: A Brief History of Eternity 

CREEPIEST Vampire Legends from Around the World 

Vampires: Folklore, Fantasy, and Fact

How did Dracula become the world’s most famous vampire?

Vlad the Impaler: The Real Life Dracula

Influential Vampire Fiction:*

*That I’ve read/seen so far.

Dracula - Duh.  The greatest adaptation of which is, obviously, Dracula: Dead and Loving it.  

Nosferatu - It’s good to be aware of its antisemetic overtones, but it’s still revolutionary at evoking dread.

Varney the Vampire - A penny dreadful series that helped popularize vampires in Victorian England.  It gets bonus points for sounding like a children’s show. 

Camilla - The ORIGINAL lesbian vampire, predating Dracula by decades.  Became an adorable webseries and movie, which I recommend even more than the original novel.

‘Salem’s Lot - Serves as a study of what makes vampires scary in the modern era.   

Underworld - Aside from serving as a badass alternative in the Twilight era, it merits inclusion exclusively for causing my Sapphic awakening at age twelve.

What We Do In the Shadows - Has a unique understanding of the cultural significance of vampires, and why they appeal to societal misfits.  Also has vampire “children” who eat p*dophiles. 

Vampires in the Lemon Grove - The titular story is one of the most unique interpretations of vampires that I’ve seen in the modern era.  Beautiful language that evokes a powerful emotional response.

Twilight - Exclusively because it gave us Rosemary clocking shop in a wedding gown.  And the baseball scene.

Nonfiction:

The Encyclopedia of Vampires, Werewolves, and Other Monsters

From Demons to Dracula: The Creation of the Modern Vampire Myth

Vampires and Vampirism: Legends from Around the World

New Orleans Vampires: History and Legend

Mummies, Cannibals, and Vampires: The History of Corpse Medicine

A History of Vampires in New England 

Happy Halloween, and happy writing, everybody!