#i love this idea :((

[anchoeritic]

spider-man!ellie chasing after black cat!reader, ending in a heated kiss once you mention her girlfriend waiting for her at home. you wouldn’t paint spidey as the type to.. be unloyal, but it didn’t seem to matter once you felt her lips on yours with her hand digging deep between your thighs.

it was a shame that her lil girlfriend had a hot meal prepared on the table just for her but that thought didn’t cross her mind once. not once. the only thing that kept playing in her head was the whine you let escape against her lips. even under your mask, she could see how much pleasure she brought to you through your spandex uniform.

“think you’re so funny bringin’ her up, huh?” she asks you, tilting her head like she was trying to intimidate you. her fingers rubbing against just the right spot through your suit. “seems like you’re jealous that it’s her and not you,” she only continues, but with a smile on her face this time.

you could only whimper and moan under her touch, moving your hips to the slight bend of her fingers on your clit. “so desperate to feel good, kitty. but did you forget?” her voice rasping to the tip of her tongue, letting her fingers go even quicker against you.

“did you forget that i have a girl of my own at home waiting, hm? someone that’s not you,” she tried to push you on the edge of jealousy, rubbing it in your face, “a pretty girl that treats me so well. that’s too bad, though. ain’t it, kitty?”

[atelierlili]

Modern AU where Katniss is a forest ranger that patrols the local woods until one day she comes across some guy cooking up a fucking 5 Michelin star meal in the wilderness and filming it for TikTok.

Peeta falls in love at first sight cause he think looks like some she’s some forest nymph with a voice of an Angel.

After that, they have weekly cookout where Peeta’s meals get even more elaborate and delicious because Katniss brings him fresh game.

[mayasaura]

one problem with a theatrical adaption of tlt is htn, where the reveal that Gideon lives on works because of the change of second person to first.

the only way i can think of it working is that the actor playing gideon works backstage, like the lights system (but is hidden from the audience aside from subtle hints)

the biggest hint is when when wake breaches pal's river bubble she 'breaks' the lighting system and the stage goes dark. harrow is ushered into the wings by pal so she doesn't see anything, but the lights flick back on just before the curtains drop for a scene change, and pal looks directly up at the light box in surprise and smiles. if the audience is quick to turn around they can see a flash of a black robe.

Oh boy my friend, have you come to the right place!!

So, fun fact about ninja. Bear with me, I am going somewhere with this. The image of a ninja covered head to toe in black, with a hood and mask, comes from Kabuki theatre. It was originally a stagehand uniform. Like stagehands in modern theatre, stagehands in Kabuki would wear all black to signify that they were not really there, and whatever effect they were causing (carrying a prop, creating a breeze, ect.) was to be taken as happening on its own. Basic stagehand stuff, a lot of productions in many styles around the world do it, especially if they don't have fancy rigging systems.

Someone (I don't remember who now, or in what play) had the idea to dress the ninja in a production up as a stagehand. In the convention of the theatre, this made them invisible. The audience was already so used to ignoring stagehands, they didn't know any more than the characters that the ninja was present, despite the actor being clearly visible on stage. Which meant when the ninja struck, it was as if out of nowhere. I can only imagine the uproar in the theatre the first time it happened. It worked so well as to become commonplace, and the rest is history. The popular image of a ninja is still a kabuki stagehand.

So, back to the stage play of Harrow the Ninth. I think you've hit almost exactly on how to incorporate the Gideon twist into a theatrical production. But not as a lighting tech. Gideon is a stage hand. Maybe there would be more than one stagehand, maybe she would be the only one, but she would operate in full view of the audience, literally setting the scenes. I think it works best if she's the only one, but if the production needs more, she should subtly stand out in some way. As the play went on, we would notice that this one stage hand... increasingly interacts with Harrow, though Harrow never acknowledges it. At first it might look like she's playing Harrow's necromancy, because that would be the main special effect she would need to help with. When Harrow is unconscious at the end of a scene, it's always the same stagehand carrying her out. But we all know she's not really there. Until Palamedes acknowledges her. Turns to look right at her, and speaks to her. I can see the scene clearly. He would look at her, stunned, until Gideon finally took off her mask. The line "Kill us twice, shame on God," would be addressed to Gideon, and then he would turn back to Harrow, kiss her on the forehead, and tell her to go. Gideon, always out of Harrow's line of sight, would guide Harrow away while Harrow looked back at Palamedes.

[lexithwrites]

remus and his rich, tatted, pda loving, biker boyfriend

[mammon-s]

mammon with a reader who gets embarrassed asking to have sex so she’s all clingy around him with puppy dog eyes but she can’t quite get the words out

This would be so cute pleaseeee

Like you’re watching a movie or something and you start to get horny and just cuddle up next to Mams clinging on to his arm and looking up at him with big puppy eyes.

He probably wouldn’t get the hint at first until he pulls you into his lap and you start to softly grind down on him then he’s like “oh!”

Once he gets what you’re doing he’d probably tease you so bad like “what’s wrong my pretty little treasure you need something?” Trying to get you to actually say it before pinning you down on the couch and fucking you.

[nanaslutt]

samu idea : askimg them what their body count is ( goes both ways i assume )

this is the smau in 2 days!! once again sukuna is almost cute in this one….. weird…. freaky….

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hi! If it's not too much trouble, can I request more yandere overlord, but different from Flower of Nazarick and Madame Butterfly?

Like, Reader was one of 41 members of the guild and was a close friend to Ainz (maybe like a childhood friend?). But unlike Ainz who got summoned to the New world, reader died and was reincarnated, but as a human (though they still have most of their abilities and skills for yggdrasil).

Reader hears rumors about a nation of monsters that sound an awful like Nazarick and decides to see if they truly are the same.

They run into Ainz dressed as Momon by accident and immediately recognizes Nabe as one of the six pleiades battle maid and accidentally calls her by her actual name.

A Friend Reborn | Yandere Overlord

“Nabaral! It’s you!” 

Momon and the battle maid are on high alert

While it isn’t a huge deal that her real name is heard it’s alarming that someone even knew that

Ainz mentally begs Nabaral not to draw her sword on this random human running full-force

“Nabie! Oh stars it’s good to see a familiar face.”

“M-m-my Supreme Being!!?!” 

She’s not crying, you are

She will happily let you hug her as she basks in the pressure from your power

When you finally do look away from her after checking over her heavily blushing form

“So who is this gentleman?”

He quickly excuses himself from the public eye dragging you and a wobbly lovestruck Nabarel away 

Finally alone he picks you up

Now he remembers

It’s you!

Sweet and squishy you

He hugs you tightly but not too tight

“Uh, nice to meet you too stranger.”

He poofs off his helmet and opens his skeletal mouth in a mock smile

“Momon!?” 

“(Y/n)!”

He doesn’t care that he’s using your real name either

He finally found someone

And perfectly its you

Since he’s woken up here he’s desperately been searching for his friends you

The only motivation for conquering the world with the forces of Nazarick

He’ll find that you can still do most of the things your player character used to do

But you hunger, you thirst, and you adorably get sleepy when you occasionally use your higher-level powers

And he just can’t let you leave now

Even if you promise you enjoy a farmers life

He waits for you to retire

Lifting your light and vulnerable body with his hands 

He immediately transports you to Nazarick

Tucking you in his bedroom before calling all the guardians to his side

He tells them the good news first

That another player has been found 

The entirety of Nazarick shakes with euphoria, desperately wanting to celebrate

But Ainz delivers the bad news too

That you are now human

Cursed with the lowest form of being in their hierarchy with 

your wisdom and power trapped inside such a fragile form

So depending on how Ainz screws up informing the guardians two lines of thought can be had

One: is that since you are human you need their protection more than ever and your safety and well being take precedence over everything

Or Two: That the disease of humanity has afflicted you and that they must do everything they can to cure it without injuring such a weak body

The second makes it harder for the guardians to respect you 

But both demand your safety 

Both demand your comfort

And both demand the interest of the guardians and workers of Nazarick who have been dying to adore you

[strawberryspence]

There's a red string, strung and tied into a small bow on Steve's pinky finger. It never breaks, never fades. It stretches for miles and miles and miles. There's a shimmer in it when it hits the sunlight. It's beautiful, meaningful. His connection to his soulmate.

Steve's always been excited, always been curious as to who is on the other end of it. His mother has always told him to not follow it, that it may be dangerous, he could get lost.

He only tried following the string once. He was twelve, alone at the big house, with no parents and no friends. The string reminds him that there's a person on the other side of it, there's comfort in that. He follows it— follows, follows, follows— until he reaches the Hawkins Sign and sees the road ahead. The string still goes for ages, and it could go anywhere. He goes home to that dark, lonely house, and cries so hard the string vibrates in the dark.

When Steve finds the other end of his string, he thinks, its too late. The people around him— his parents, his friends, his peers— has already dictated who he was supposed to be. He finds the other end of it just at King Steve's peak. He finds it in between the fame and arrogance. He finds it, in the middle of the cafeteria, standing high on top of a table.

The string tightens, almost like it's pulling him to the other end. But as they stare at each other, from opposite sides of the cafeteria. Both having the realization that they are each other's soulmates and both knowing they can't do anything about it.

Steve tears his eyes away from him, tears his eyes away from Eddie Munson, tears his eyes away from his soulmate and continues back to his life. He continues as he learns that monsters exist, that there are kids being experimented on, that he can still change, that not everything is set in stone.

When the kids first mention the mysterious, eccentric, dungeon master that adopted them. The one with cool tattoos and long, frenzied hair. A name the kids cheered for in between the shelves of Family Video, that makes Steve's string glisten in anticipation. He thinks, maybe it's not too late.

And when Spring '86 finally comes around, and Steve watches as Dustin and Max scurry to find the man. Steve relents, his own concern and worry overflowing from the beams. He tells them to get in the car, as Robin closes up the store. They all silently watch as Steve follows his string.

"What are you doing here?" Eddie whispers, broke bottle held against Steve's neck.

The string between them shimmers in anticipation, its the closest they have ever been to each other. They can almost feel it vibrate in excitement.

"We're here to help." Steve answers back. He wishes— not for the first time— that he knows his soulmate. Knows what comforts him, knows what makes him feel better.

But as Eddie pulls away, finally calming down and telling them what truly happened. Steve thinks that his curiosity could wait till later. It's not too late. Not yet. Steve just has to help Eddie out of this.

"You want to talk about it?" Eddie asks, just after Steve thanks him for coming after him in the lake. Like Eddie would leave his own soulmate to drown and die in the underground world that just ate him.

"About what?" Steve asks. He knows what Eddie's asking, but he wants to be sure, doesn't want to step into boundaries.

Eddie raises his pinky, the string lifting with his hand, and it's fascinating as Steve sees his string being pulled this close by the other end.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Steve asks back, eyes wide.

"Do you?" Eddie challenges.

Steve is tired, and there's an ache in his body, maybe it's the bites or maybe it's the ache to be near Eddie. "Yes. I want to talk about it. But maybe not right now. Not here."

Eddie's taken aback for a second before he chuckles, "Yeah. Okay. We'll talk later."

"Later."

There's no later, not when they're just about to go to war with some evil wizard that can gauge their eyes from the inside. Just before it's time to go, just before it's time to go to war. Steve reminds Dustin and Eddie to be safe, to not be heroes. Steve turns because he needs to leave, if he doesn't do it right now, he's not sure if he'll ever go. Eddie calls him back.

"Steve."

Steve turns back. Only because it's Eddie and he'll always turn back for Eddie.

Eddie looks at him. Big brown eyes shining under the red sky. Eddie raises his pinky again, the ribbon tied on it tightens instinctively. There's a certain softness in his face; tender and hope mushed together.

"Stay alive."

Steve nods, raising his own pinky.

"Later."

Eddie nods, and they both turn from each other.

There's a moment. Just a sliver of it, where they think they won. If Steve has to describe it, he will say that it feels exactly like gasping for air after a long lap in the pool.

Steve realizes that they're wrong when the vibrant red of his string flickers to something duller. It's the first time it ever does that, and his heart drops. No.

"I told you not to be a hero!" Steve cries out, as Eddie's blood spills from everywhere.

"I know. I am sorry." Eddie smiles weakly at him.

"We got to move you. We got to—" When Steve moves him, Eddie moans in pain, tears spilling from his eyes. Steve steadies him again, doesn't move another inch to give his soulmate some kind of comfort. The pain of it goes straight into his ribs and into his chest.

"There's not gonna be a later. I am sorry, sweetheart." Eddie looks up at him, smiling softly as he cups Steve's face. "I am sorry I didn't talk to you earlier."

"I am sorry I didn't either." Steve sobs, clutching on Eddie's hand.

"We're soulmates." Eddie says. There finality in the statement, no room for questions and confusion. "We'll find each other again."

"No, Eddie." Steve shakes his head, stubborn as ever.

Eddie's hand slips off Steve's face, "See you soon, sweetheart."

Steve doesn't know what happens next. Nobody ever explained it to him. He thinks it's cruel that nobody ever prepares you for this moment. As he watches the once bright string finally die down, the shimmering turning into nothing. Slowly, but surely, disappearing. His only connection with his soulmate— with Eddie— forever gone.

The only thing that's left is a black string, tied on his pinky without its other half.

It's too late now.

-> my beautiful @undreaming-fanfiction's happier ending

[imsmallfry]

Alan Wake writing himself as a Kingdom Hearts summon would be the best thing he could do!!!

[pocketseizure]

Great Sky Island early concept art

[cameoliob]

Weird thought, but.... Jacen has multiple plants and he keeps all of them alive because he has a green thumb (literally and metaphorically)

somehow I feel as though “multiple” is an understatement

[v7lgar]

mtf :))

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i'm gonna assume regulus is using she/her pronounce for this post so be aware

she loves wearing mini/long skirts that sets on his waist perfectly. she has a belly piercing and she usually wears cropped tops to show off her lovely piercing.

evan and barty are her guards, they both get jealous very easily or protective of her. and they both thirst over her openly and regulus thinks they're lovely and genuine and she allows herself to blush secretly to their compliments

she loves doing her nails and her inspo is these

she has curly/wavy hair and ever since she came out as transfem she stopped cutting her hair short but she loves her middle length hair as well and barty picks flowers to put them in her braids

rosestarkiller trio sleeps together sometimes, regulus in the middle and they both squeeze her in the middle and sometimes things get heated

she loves her lacy lingerie's esp black, burgundy, dark green and she has multiple bra's as well and she can't wait to get her boobs done so she can fill them even better

she has foxy eyes and she usually uses red lipstick or darker colors for her lips and her make up routine is almost the same but she loves to change colors everyday depending on her mood

the first time james saw her after fully embracing her identity he dropped his jaw on the floor and never picked up again and he loves to whistle whenever he saw regulus and regulus usually flips him off but he doesn't feel humiliated by him and he can make her easily blush

sending thirst traps of her to her friends makes her feel good bcuz her friends in awe of her and supporting her and she feels nice but she is sharp as a knife towards to others still

she grows to like her body more and more and ever since she started getting hormones evan helps her w t shots and he kisses where he stick the needle

[winterspiderpurrs]

Okay okay.... Uncle Ben was from Brooklyn. Let's pretend that he kept the apartment he grew up in.

He either sublease it or rented it out for extra income. Kept the rent cheap so the few different tenants he had ALWAYS took care of the place because who would want to get kicked out of an affordable place?

Let's say AFTER the latest tenants move out. There lease finally up and the need to move so they don't renew. May and Peter are cleaning the place with the debate of should we keep renting it out or sale it cause they could get a pretty good price for it.

Maybe while cleaning Peter discovered a lose floor board or baseboard. And he finds a hiding spot. And he pulls out a bundle of letters.

Old ones.

Letters that had RETURN TO SENDER- UNDELIVERED-U.S. Army Postal Service

All of these letters are for one James 'Bucky' Barnes.

There are some letters Bucky sent his sisters and parents. And good amount of letters that his sisters, parents, and even one from Steve, unopened, with return messages stamped on them. A pile of them, based on the dates it was right before he got captured the 1st time, before the camp. And even after he was consider POW and after the notice of his KIA letters went out.

Letters that were written, mailed and returned unread.

Well... it's time for Peter to find the newly recovered Winter Soldier to deliver him his missing letters.

[tvgals]

college football player ! izuku who’s no longer the sweetheart he was in highschool, who’s the meanest on the field.

college football player ! izuku who’s the best wide receiver in the u.s after being flew out to california to play for ucla.

college football player ! izuku who flaunts you any way he can. who walks around the streets of l.a with you on his arm, a smirk on his pink lips.

college football player ! izuku who is the biggest munch for you when you two are at your shared apartment, who’s a stark contrast of his brood attitude on the field.

[sonics-atelier]

Dark Knight, Gentle Heart

Based on this post by @spicy-apple-pie

The Justice League was in the middle of a particularly complicated mission. The objective was to infiltrate a rogue science lab and gather intelligence on a series of illegal experiments. As usual, Batman, Wonder Woman, Superman, Flash, and Green Lantern were handling the mission with their characteristic efficiency. However, things took an unexpected turn when they stumbled upon a small, makeshift nursery hidden deep within the lab.

In the center of the room was a crib, and in the crib, a baby was crying loudly, its wails echoing off the sterile walls.

"What the—?" Flash exclaimed, zipping over to the crib. "Who leaves a baby in a place like this?"

Wonder Woman frowned, her maternal instincts kicking in as she approached. "We need to find out who this child belongs to and why they were left here."

Superman reached into the crib, gently lifting the infant into his arms. "We should take the baby with us. It’s not safe here."

The baby, however, did not appreciate the change in scenery and started crying even louder, tiny fists flailing.

"I don’t know if I'm doing this right," Superman admitted, awkwardly bouncing the baby. "What do you think, Wonder Woman?"

Diana tried to comfort the baby next, cooing softly and rocking it in her arms, but the baby’s cries only grew more frantic. Flash and Green Lantern gave it a try as well, but to no avail. The tiny infant seemed inconsolable.

Bruce Wayne, the ever-stoic Batman, observed the scene from a few paces away. He had stayed back, preferring to analyze the situation and the surroundings for any immediate threats. As the baby’s cries intensified, his expression shifted from one of calculation to one of mild concern.

"Give them to me," Bruce said, stepping forward.

The other members of the Justice League exchanged uncertain glances. Batman wasn’t exactly known for his nurturing side. But they were out of options, and the baby was growing more distressed by the second.

"Uhh, we don’t know if we should trust Batman with a baby," Flash muttered, but seeing no other choice, he sighed. "But at this point… fuck it."

Wonder Woman gently handed the baby to Batman, and the group watched with bated breath.

To their collective surprise, Bruce tucked the baby into his chest, one hand supporting its tiny body while the other gently patted its back. He began to softly bounce on his heels, his voice dropping to a deep, rumbling whisper.

"It’s okay, sweetheart. Shhh, you’re safe," he murmured, his tone uncharacteristically gentle.

The effect was immediate. The baby’s cries subsided to soft whimpers, and within moments, the infant’s eyes fluttered closed, its tiny body relaxing completely in Bruce’s arms.

The Justice League stood there, gobsmacked. Superman’s mouth hung open, Wonder Woman’s eyebrows had disappeared into her hairline, and Flash looked like he might faint from shock.

"Why is Batman so good with babies?" Green Lantern finally asked, breaking the stunned silence.

Batman looked up, a faint but unmistakable hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "You learn a few things when you’re responsible for a ward. Dick wasn’t always a grown man, you know."

The explanation made sense, but it didn’t make the sight any less surreal. Batman, the Dark Knight, the terror of Gotham’s underworld, was gently cradling a baby in his arms, and the baby was peacefully asleep.

"Well," Superman said, finally recovering his composure. "I guess you’re on baby duty until we find the parents."

"Agreed," Wonder Woman added, her eyes still wide with astonishment. "We don’t want to wake them and start the crying again."

And so, the mission continued, with Batman holding the baby. As they made their way through the lab, Bruce was careful not to jostle the sleeping infant. His demeanor remained calm and composed, but his teammates couldn’t help but notice the subtle shift in his expression. Batman looked—dare they say it—happy. Or at least, as happy as Batman could look without deeply horrifying the Justice League.

The mission wrapped up smoothly. The rogue scientists were apprehended, and their illegal operations were shut down. Throughout it all, Batman kept the baby secure and comfortable, never once letting the infant’s rest be disturbed.

Back at the Watchtower, they finally tracked down the baby’s parents, who had been frantically searching for their child after a desperate escape from the lab. The reunion was tearful and heartfelt, and the parents expressed their deepest gratitude to the Justice League.

As they handed the baby back, Bruce couldn’t resist one last gentle pat. "Take care of them," he said softly, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity.

The parents nodded, overwhelmed with gratitude and relief. "Thank you," the mother said, her eyes brimming with tears. "Thank you so much."

After the family left, the Justice League members turned to Bruce, their expressions a mix of respect and curiosity.

"Alright, Batman," Flash said, grinning. "You’ve got to tell us more about these baby-handling skills. Who knew the Dark Knight had a soft side?"

Bruce smirked, his eyes twinkling with rare amusement. "Maybe you should spend more time in Gotham. You might learn a thing or two."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving the rest of the League to marvel at the many layers of the man they thought they knew so well. It was a side of Batman they had never seen before, and it only deepened their respect for him.

As the Watchtower settled back into its usual rhythm, the team couldn’t help but share knowing smiles. Batman, the protector of Gotham, the scourge of villains, was also a gentle guardian, capable of soothing even the most distressed of hearts.

And perhaps, in that moment, they understood why Bruce Wayne had chosen to don the mantle of the Bat—not just to strike fear into the hearts of wrongdoers, but to protect and nurture the innocent, no matter how small.

- @sonics-atelier ( do not repost or reuse in any way, shape or form, I will decapitate you)

[misc-obeyme]

perv thirteen making traps with rope and other things that bind people specifically for mc because she loves watching them struggle against the binds and pout/beg to be let out. even better if they end up upside down and she can give them a spiderman kiss

Okay sorry for the delay on this, anon, but I had to write a little something because I loooove this idea!! I am supposed to be taking it easy with writing but you guys keep giving me these good ideas & I can’t help myself. Anyway I hope it’s okay that I wrote a little blurb about this. It’s still sfw but maybe I should do a nsfw version lol.

You were walking down the hall at RAD, minding your own business, when suddenly you felt yourself falling. There was a zip! and a clunk! and gravity seemed to remove itself from the world entirely.

You struggled as you felt ropes tighten around your body. You were hanging upside down somehow. You couldn’t tell what the rope was attached to, but you were able to swing yourself back and forth in an attempt to get free.

A pair of black boots came into your line of sight. You looked up as much as you could, taking in the fishnets on one leg and the skull tattoo on the other. This was not the first time you had found yourself in one of Thirteen’s traps.

She came closer until your face was level with hers. She was smiling at you.

You pouted at her. “Come on, Thirteen. Let me go. You caught the wrong sorcerer in your trap.”

Thirteen grinned and leaned toward you. “This trap caught exactly the sorcerer it was made for,” she said. “So I can’t let you go until I get what I caught you for.”

Thirteen put her hands on either side of your face, keeping you still so she could kiss you. You forgot about the fact that you were upside down in the hall at RAD. The way she so effortlessly entwined her tongue with yours fogged your mind and made you even dizzier than you already were.

When she pulled away, she was clearly pleased by the dazed look on your face. With another clunk! and zip!, you were falling again.

She caught you before you hit the ground. You frowned as she set you carefully on your feet.

“You need to stop making traps for me,” you said.

“You need to stop getting caught in my traps,” Thirteen replied.

A look passed between you and Thirteen’s eyes sparkled as you blushed before walking away.

For the rest of the day, you were distracted by the memory of her kiss, remembering the way her ropes felt around you. You knew it was only a matter of time before you found yourself bound again.

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