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[feradam]

👚 - Fix the buttons on my muse's shirt. (@belledoslivros)

TW: light nsfw, casal apaixonado

Adam sentia-se como numa lua de mel. Seu estômago flutuava e somente Belle, somente ela, importava. Qualquer um dos desejos de seu coração seriam atendidos e Deus sabe que, se ela lhe pedisse a lua, ele estaria fazendo seus planos para tê-la imediatamente. A garota esquisita da vila era a mulher mais genial que o príncipe poderia ter conhecido. E as vezes, quando o calor falava mais alto, as ideias de Belle se juntavam com os planos de Adam, resultando em lugares inusitados, em tempos inoportunos, barulhos silenciados.

Dessa vez, na estrada para o castelo, arrumava suas roupas com pressa antes que alguém aparecesse, um pobre comerciante ou viajante errante que bastaria olhar para o lado e ver cenas impróprias para a luz do dia. Calças ajustadas e camisa suja de terra de volta ao seu lugar, procurou por Belle e um riso escapou de sua boca, os botões errados pelas mãos trêmulas dela e cabelos com folhas, rosto vermelho. Adam se aproximou, decidindo por ajudar. Frente a frente, começou a desfazer os botões de cima pra baixo, revelando o busto, marcas de chupões aparecendo uma a uma, seios ocultos pelo sutiã, a pele quente que abrigou suas mãos há menos de cinco minutos. Um suspiro profundo saiu de seu peito, olhos cheios de desejo, admiração e amor, apaixonado por cada uma das pintas que quase conseguiu contar com seus beijos naquela tarde.

Esqueça, não conseguiriam sair daquele lugar ainda hoje. Puxou-a para mais um beijo, envolvendo a figura da amada em seus braços, sedento por mais daqueles lábios.

[yrsonpurpose]

In my fantasies, I rise above it. And way up there, I actually love it.

[pollyna]

Husband reveals but in the most normal way ever: Mav forgets his lunch home twice, and Tom drops by because he can't have a starving husband, even less for such an important mission. The first time he's wearing civvies and the daggers are far away to not notice him at all, the second one Ice is still in full uniform when he strolls in the cafeteria, drops Mav's lunch on the table, kisses his lips and "I'm not your errand boy, next time you forgot your lunch it's on you" to which Mav smiles dopey "whatever you say, Iceman. Eat with me?". How could Tom say no?

All around them, nobody moves because the Commander of the fucking Pacific Fleet is sharing a sandwich with their captain. And they kissed.

[diwns]

LI SHEN, the man that you are </3

[call-me-pup2]

Its so terrible that you can't feel how tight and wet my pussy is right now

[bamboo-bees]

Meanwhile… in another life 👀

[napping-sapphic]

Someone should date me so i can lovingly put the 8 million bracelets i make on their wrist and make heart eyes at them every time they wear them

[girlsdads]

[casuallivi]

i'm not worthy of your sacrifice

For the lovely @soyzaweels for providing us with that amazing rescue art. I'm always craving some good cradling and hands thank you for being a gift to this fam 💓 (I was typing this yesterday, struck with inspo from your art, and only when i hit "post" i noticed my internet connection was gone… and so was my post 🥲 now i sit here making my second try)

and for Elriel Month 2023. Prompt 6: A Bridge Between Souls @elriel-month

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She’s slowing him.

They both are; Elain and the rescued Child of the Blessed whose name she’s yet to know.

She looks down below at the nefarious enemy camp where she can still see the beasts snarling closer to edge of the hill, chills raising up her arms, the throbbing pain on her foot reminding her of how close one of them came to ripping her limbs apart. The powerful beating of his wings takes them away from the horrible camp fast –her sister doing her best to stable her own appendages– but the piece of land where Prythian's army has stake base is yet to surface in the horizon. 

Elain knows he’s barely holding it together. She can hear it in the heaving of his chest, in the quiet grunt escaping from his lips as he adjusts their weight in his arms, can feel the weak burst of power he tries to direct at his wings, can see it in his wounds bleeding into her filthy nightgown. Deep gashes cut his back and wings; the membrane so lacerated she wondered how he was able to fly such distance. How painful it must be.

Out of nowhere, they fall a couple feet, hair ricocheting in front of her eyes. The girl lets out blood-curling screaming. Without even looking at her, Elain tightens her hold on the girl the best she can, watching the sickly paling of his face, cold sweat sliding down his brow. She looks down again. Her throat bobs at the height, nervousness making her tense. It's a nasty fall till she hits the ground, but Elain figures she'll survive. She's immortal now, isn't she? A fall won't kill her. But if she doesn't lower the weight in his arms, he might not make it back to camp.

In the end, it's not really that hard of a decision to make.

Her finger unclasp from the girl's dress, Elain ready to unloop her arms from around his neck.

"Don't." The low command ripples through her body, stopping her.

Bloodshot eyes dart to hers for the thousandth of a second, heavy with lethal determination. Don't you dare let go, they say.

Cobalt light engulfs the three of them, Azriel working harder to keep them airborne.

Azriel's power give out on the outskirts of their camp, still, he manages to land on his feet, arms steeling around her as he staggered a little. Feyre has it worse, tumbling several times on the hard ground, removing large patches of lawn with her.

“I’m okay!” She gives them a thumbs up, spitting grass.

Elain would laugh was she not so worried about Azriel wincing as he tried, and fail, to tuck his shredded wings behind him, the bone bent awkwardly on the left one, dark red blood mingled with the lighter tone of the membranes.

Azriel bent his knees and relaxed the arm securing the Child of the Blessed, allowing the trembling girl to slip to the ground, who quickly stepped away from them, the scent of her fear thick in the air. Elain prepared to follow her.

Her feet never touched the ground, because Azriel straightened again, his free arm coming under the curve of her knees, holding her up to his chest, limping forward. Elain flexes her chained wrists, grazing his wings in her attempt to hold on to his stiff shoulders.

"I can walk."

Azriel can barely detect her voice. Elain might as well be one of his shadows with that soothing tone, trying to placate him as they have been doing since the moment he noticed she was gone.

"I know."

Their whispers are not enough. Not today.

Azriel has no memory of deciding to go in the heart of Hybern camp because it wasn't a choice. The realization is somehow disturbing for a male who's accustomed to be rational about every aspect of his life. He needs to hold her, to feel her, to make sure she’s actually there, safe and unharmed in his arms. Even now, as he holds her, there is an unsettling quietude inside of him, odd anguish clouding his judgment.

As if she can feel his anxiety, Elain buries her face on his chest, repeating the words of her sister. “I’m okay.”

Elain doesn't know how to calm Azriel. She can only hope that her presence does to him, what his does to her.

Her chains glow in a violet shade where they rest against his leathers. Shadows swirl, sliding angrily between the cuffs and her skin, trying to slip them away.

The next thing she knows, Nesta is yelling, tackling Feyre down amidst her tears, and Rhysand is separating them, gently setting her back on her feet.

“We need Helion to get these chains off her.” Azriel rasped, swaying on his feet

Her world stops spinning.

Elain stares and stares at him.

The man that promised to marry her, to spend his life beside her, to love her no matter what, has abandoned her at the first minor inconvenience, yet, this strange fae man, who rapidly turned into an essential part of her life, came for her. Risked his life for a chance to try to save her. Even now he worries for her, who is in perfect condition, more than he worries for himself, who is hurt and bleeding.

A little bud of hope sprouts in the pit of despair that has become her heart.

Elain roses on her toes and kisses Azriel’s cheek.

For the first time since she emerged from the dark waters of the cauldron, Elain feels lucid.

For the first time since she emerged from the dark waters of the cauldron, Elain feels awake.

For the first time since she emerged from the dark waters of the cauldron, Elain feels like there’s a life to be lived even if she’s no longer human.

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One of the things I like the most about the rescue scene, is that we tend to forget that Az was carrying both Briar and Elain! But once they set foot on the ground Briar is walking alongside Feyre, but Az did not let go of Elain. I see you shadowboy. I.see.you....

[porcelainvino]

better!glee chapter 18

the one where puck’s officially queer

[hannibard]

I'm just a tad obsessed

[eliteseven]

If you like strong shadowheart, I recommend a mod called " shadowheart on steroids". She looks so much better!

Noooooo I checked but I don’t see it for console!!! (Ik I’m a peasant 😭)

Bummer….I just wanna see her muscles from years of cloister training 🥺

Also would DIE for Serena to have bigger arms/muscles and actually look like she’s been a knight for a decade without making her super tall like the other body type. My girl should be chiseled ☹️

[mrsoharaa]

Being firmly pressed against the open window of your rented cabin, in full view of the gorgeous frosty landscape as he plummets into you with such fervor and passion is literally the only thing on my mind rn 😵‍💫😵‍💫❄️🤍💦

[superseal76]

Been a hot minute since I’ve admired Mr. Regbo

[peachsayshi]

woke up thinking about choso looking at you with yearning, pining, love soaked eyes and now I’m dizzy.

[elmaxlys]

Older Taguezinho for the soul (and something else as well)