#fic: glass houses

[butchreyes]

BETCHA THOUGHT YOU'D SEEN THE LAST OF THIS BANNER!!!! ladies and gentlemen and nonbinary loved ones, i present to you seven(ish) new (unedited) sentences of glass houses...

tagged by @strandnreyes @reyesstrand @carlos-in-glasses @carlossreaders @heartstringsduet @nisbanisba <3

He fastens Carlos’s buttons and loops the tie around his thick neck. All the while he can feel Carlos’s eyes on him, his warm breath on his cheeks making the blood rush to TK’s head. He blurts out, “Don’t kiss me.” The corners of Carlos’s mouth turn upward. “I wasn’t planning on it,” he says, his tone challenging. Fuck. “Shut up,” TK tells him. “You’re totally thinking about it.” “I am thinking about it,” Carlos admits. “But I won’t. You smell like puke.”

leaving an open tag because i'm running late once again... i haven't changed guys

[xhunnybeeex]

Kinktober post 3 

Black lipstick 

(TW//: NSFW content, force-feminization, mommy kink, degradation, slight dacryphilia, makeup on a male character, goth! Reader, Sub! Sam, female pet names, nipple play,)    

Sam always has an interest in your makeup. Watching you adoringly as you tried out different gothic styles. It was really no surprise to you when you walk into your bathroom to find him trying it out for himself. 

You open the door, eyeing him as he spreads black cream across his lips. He turns around quickly, leaving a black streak to rub onto his cheek. “Y/n it’s not what it looks like, I’m sorry.” He pleads. You giggle at the sound of him sounding so guilty. “”Why should you be sorry, everyone deserves to feel pretty.” you smile. His face turns from panic to confusion in a matter of seconds.

You push Sam to sit on your sink counter. He obeys like a dog for you. Always has, and probably always will. “You wanna try some makeup on.” You ask kindly. His cheeks heat up and sheepishly nods, avoiding your gaze. You chuckle quietly and lift his chin up to look at you. You  pick up a cotton pad, covering it in micellar water and clearing off all the smudged makeup. 

He sits there quietly,  watching his lap. “Is there a certain look you want me to do on you baby?” You ask gently, taking out a couple things before you get started. “Can you um.. Can you do the one you did the other day? With the blue glitter?” he asks humbly. You smile and hiss his cheek. “Of course. Just close your eyes for me.” He obeys immediately, fluttering his eyes closed just for you. 

Sam sits on your counter patiently, humming Altar De Fey and tapping his fingers against his jeans. You cover his eyelids in black and blue eyeshadow, spreading the colors until they mix the way you want. “Open” you ask quietly.  His eyes flicker open and he sees you holding eyeliner and mascara. He’s timmed and flinches as you start to put the pencil towards his eye. You pull back and offer him a comforting smile. His demeanor changes and you slowly go black to smearing eyeliner under his eyes and applying mascara. 

You touch up his messily put on lipstick and snap on the cap. “You're done!” you announce to him. He quickly stands to his feet, looking at himself in your mirror and admiring your work, and the way he looks. “I look pretty,” he says quietly. You smile as you hold your arms around his waist. 

“I’m glad you like it.” You say, leaving soft kisses up his neck. “Thank you.” his hands are gripping the counter as he watches you from the mirror. “Thank you..?” He recognizes your tone instantly, it sends shocks up his spine. “Thank you mommy.” He breathes out. You gently bite down on his neck and his knuckles begin to turn white. “Why don't you try something on for me, yeah?” He nods eagerly and you pull him into your bedroom. You sit him on your bed and walk over to your dresser. “Take those off for me okay.” you command as you shuffle through your drawers. 

You turn back around to see him fully stripped for you. You smile in approval and hold out a pair of black lace underwear. They arent your black panties, you know that wouldn’t be able to hold him, but a cute pair for him to try on. He eyes them delicately and slides them up his thighs. He looks at himself through your floor length mirror hanging on your door. His breath is heavy in his throat. His mouth lays open, his tongue almost hanging out,  but words aren't able to come out. 

You kneel down in front of him. Up bite on his thigh and he whines and goes to hold onto your shoulders, but he knows better than to touch you without permission. “Go ahead pretty girl, you can touch.” Sam's hands instantly move to your hair, tangling his fingers into it.You lick up his lace-covered bulge, salt covering your tongue and he pulls your hair and whimpers in response. Your spit and his precum leaves the panties wet. “My girl’s so soaked for me.” 

You take his cock out of the lace and fold the underwear to the side, licking a stripe up his thigh . Your hand moves up to hold his balls as your mouth moves to the head of his cock, so close where he feels your breath on him, cooling his precum that's spilling. He whines and bucks his hips up. He’s needy and frustrated. He’s been a good boy for you, and he expects his reward for doing so. You laugh at his eagerness and squeeze his balls. “Don't be a brat.” His hips go back into their former position and you release your grip. You move your mouth up and swirl your tongue around his nipple. Pulling and tugging the nub between your teeth. 

“You’re so pathetic for me, you’re all needy for me, you like being all dolled up for me? Being called a beautiful girl?” You degrade. He's a whining mess under you and he nods, helpless. “Yes mommy, I've been a good girl for you, just, please.” He pants. You give in and wrap your 

Lips around his tip, pushing your head down his length. 

Sam lets out a loud, whiney moan and one hand gripping your hair the other tangled in the sheets. Your hand continues to squeezes his balls, leaving sam overstimulated. His cock twitches in your mouth and you pull off of him. “Don't come yet, I will tell you when you're allowed.” He nods and squeezes his eyes shut. “Yes, mommy.” his mascara drips down his cheeks as tears puddle in his eyes, only encouraging you more. “Don’t cry pretty girl, you're smudging your makeup.” 

You move your mouth quicker around Sam and you tap his thigh. He knows what this means from previous times and he immediately is spilling his come into your mouth. You swallow his come, his dick still in your mouth. You suck your spit off of his cock and pull him out of your mouth. Sam falls back onto your bed, panting and sensitive. “Let's get you cleaned up baby girl.”

AN//: Hey lovers! Third kinktober is finally here!! please enjoy and let me know if you would like to be added to the current tag list. stay horny and safe <3 - beee!

[nananooti]

YALL NEED TO MAKE MORE STEPHEN GLASS FICS AMD SAM MONROE FICS, PLEASEEE!! IM BEGGING.

💔💔💔

LOOK AT THEM AND TELL ME YOU DONT WANT TO WRITE A WHOLE FANTASY ABT THEM, DONT LIE TO ME

[diaryofamadsunwukongfan]

One big, happy family/s

[interestingturnofthetables]

It’s still completely absurd that Ford just happened to have a backup pair of glasses on his person when he fell through the portal.

I know it was obviously only included in the Journal to get around the whole dramatic glasses foreshadowing in the series and the portal scene in ATOTS, and for that reason alone it’s actually pretty funny and one of my favourite ‘random Ford character details’

But as a glasses wearer myself, who the fuck carry’s a spare pair of IDENTICAL glasses on their person at all times!??!? Is this something he’s always done? Since he was a kid maybe*? Possible something he picked up in his 20’s he never dropped? But even then, why??? When you’re going out somewhere and there’s even a small possibility you could break/lose your glasses I guess it comes in handy, but how often could that realistically happen to warrant always carrying them on you? Even in your own house!

That brings me to the actual situation of he’s literally been in his own house barely leaving it (on his own) for probably months by the time of the portal incident! There’s no reason for him to carry a spare pair of glasses around his own house! Of course there’s the possibility that he started carrying a spare pair with him some time after the Bill situation; maybe he thought that if he were to wake up somewhere dangerous without his glasses, he’d have easy access to his extra pair. But if that’s the case, he’s definitely forgetting the fact that if Bill’s plan was to break his glasses to leave him stranded somewhere without being able to see clearly, he would also know about the spare pair and break those just as well! So technically speaking that would be a worse idea than to simply keep them somewhere specific in his house! Given that he had that spare pair on him during the portal incident, that entire line of thinking didn’t cross either bill or Ford’s mind (which is the most nonsensical plot hole in an attempt to patch up a prior plot hole I’ve ever seen)

Only solid explanation here is that Ford’s just always been overly cautious for a good portion of his life. And since he never thought to take his spare glasses out of his pockets, he either never got paranoid enough about Bill’s ability to fuck him over, or knew he wouldn’t stoop to that amongst the other horrors (which, raises a whole bunch of other questions outside the scope of this rant.)

Either way, I guess his paranoia paid off. If he hadn’t been carrying that extra pair that day he’d probably be dead. So good for him I guess! Maybe I should start carrying an extra pair of glasses on my person too…

[blankfairy]

Finn Flint in All Things Devour

" all your secrets lie in pieces on the floor, crowding the corners of the rooms that you adore. "

Finn has lived his entire life believing it to be one wrong after the next: born a woman, born without a leg; intelligent far beyond his years yet second-born to a brother and barred from the Citadel for having the wrong parts. Dam to a bastard who was forced upon him and lady mother to a pathetic boy that reminds him of everything he is not.

In King's Landing, Finn has found a fragile peace in his husband, Larys Strong, who cares not for what he calls himself and fondly names him little lord, and his companion, Queen Alicent Hightower, who he serves as a 'lady'-in-waiting. Even his son, Trystane Strong, has learned not to bother him anymore. This fragility is destroyed, like a child crushing bugs, when Samsa Waters, his bastard daughter, comes to court and makes it her mission to know her mother.

Features in: All Things Devour (TBA)

Family Tree:

Other links: Character tag. Toyhouse. Pinterest.

flaticon. unsplash. template. artist (nsfw).

[transfemmesam]

normally i'm not one for 'normal life' AUs but there's one in particular that has radically altered my brain chemistry

[semitruckshrimp02]

working on a tgs/toh (the glass scientist/the owl house) crossover fic hear me out

hunter decides to remain in the human realm okay?? and he discovers he can craft palismen there (don’t ask how idfk) and he eventually hears about the society and is like “oh damn lemme get a bite of that” you feel me?

currently cooking this shit up

[divinemare]

Masterlist

ACOTAR

acotar oc’s

acotar oc couples

acotar oc’s incorrect quotes

azriel

rhys

nyx archeron

requests open

FOURTH WING

fourth wing ocs

fourth wing oc couples

liam mairi

brennan sorrengail

xaden riorson

requests open

CRESCENT CITY

soon to come

requests open

THRONE OF GLASS

soon to come

requests open

[blueskyscribeupdates]

Just updated Life in Glass Houses :)

[civilization-illstayrighthere]

FUNNY YOU SHOULD ASK, a silverVdyne fic | 21k words, rated E |

chapters one | two | three | four | epilogue | playlist

summary: It’s been months since V brought Johnny back from beyond the Blackwall into his own new, cloned body. Physically, Johnny’s recovered. He goes out and does the odd gig with V. Everything’s going relatively fine for a former dead man.

It’s just, now that he’s in his own body, Kerry doesn’t want to see him anymore.

Inspired by @m0cktails artwork

tags: silverdyne, silvervdyne, hurt/comfort, johnny silverhand has a body, post-canon, false memories,

[butchreyes]

well.... here we are. part one (out of two) is officially complete if anyone was wondering!!! part two will hopefully be much quicker to write since i don't have anything going on at the moment...

tagged by @strandnreyes @heartstringsduet @carlos-in-glasses @paperstorm & @nisbanisba <33

A breeze passes between them— the dying breaths of summer. TK wants to commit it all to memory. Everything will be different the next time he’s here. Maybe it will be better. Probably, it will be worse. “Can I ask you one more thing?” “As your lawyer? Or as your friend?” “Just as you.” Just him. Whoever that is. “Go for it,” TK says. Carlos looks around. The paparazzi are still across the street, out of earshot. “Do you really believe that I’m innocent?” “You want the honest answer?” Carlos laughs humorlessly. “No. I guess not.” He steps back from TK and turns on his heel up the walkway. His house keys are still sitting in a plastic bag at the police station, TK figures, but he doesn’t need them anyway. His place is still without a lock. “Carlos.” He turns. “I believe in us, okay? We’re going to win this.”

leaving an open tag for any other late lucies who wanna sneak something in before wednesday is over!!!

[roamthecountryover]

He's not half the man he used to be.

[martincrushcameback]

Glass Houses - Chapter 3: Assignment

buckle up boys the ball is rolling.

[oldmanffucker]

I wonder what Robert Sean Leonard’s eye prescription is ………… ..

[nesssaysokai]

“ It’s just one more, darlin’ , but I don’t think you’ll forgive me for this one. “

really messy doodle based on @screamingshark’s recent glass houses chapter ! i’m really enjoying the story so far gkgkg i can’t wait to see what comes next c:

couldn’t choose which trigun design to give the pretty plant, but i decided on a mix of both trimax & stampede <33