#it’s just anti him and belly together

[thegirlwithataser]

it’s so wild to me that the show legit confirms that jere only noticed belly once she’d had her ‘glow up’ while conrad had noticed her for who she was prior to that and ppl still think jere should be her endgame

[satansdarlin]

Royal flush

Gambit/Remy LeBeau x Fem!Reader

NSFW tags: Oral fem receiving, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Minors DNI

Word count: 3126

Not beta read so excuse any grammar mistakes

Written because of an idea from- @fandomzwriterk 💜

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Remy was like a dog caged as he watched his loving partner bouncing Jean and Scott's son on her leg as she chatted to Jean. Why did she have to look so good just doing something like bouncing a baby? He loved her, he really did. But seeing her so close with another family just... irked  him. Jealousy wasn’t a normal thing for him. But (Y/N) just looked so damn happy. He was trying not to watch, but... he couldn’t stop himself. He leaned against the wall and just... watched her. It wasn't like he was jealous of Scott or Jean for spending time with her. No, in fact it was a far different reason. He was jealous because.. it should be him and (Y/N) doing that with a kid. Gah, he was getting worked up just imagining it. Imagining her all big and pregnant with his kid, her glowing that special way only pregnant women did. Holding their kid, being a perfect mom. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts as he continued to stare.

She glanced up feeling his stare and gave him a soft smile. He was surprised that she caught him staring. He was usually better at going unnoticed. He returned her smile, albeit a bit sheepishly. Damn, he felt a bit like a middle schooler, being caught staring at his crush. He didn't need to feel sheepish he internally reminded himself they had been together for so long and his ring was decorating her finger now. Kids wasn't something they had talked about yet both anxious about the idea of having children. Being mutants and still having to fight back against the anti-mutant campaign was hard enough imagining having a little bundle of joy that was also a mutant? Terrifying. But... the thought was intoxicating. Just imagining her belly swollen with their kid. Merde, he was getting worked up by this whole chain of thought. He couldn’t help but imagine her being all motherly, holding a baby, breastfeeding. His baby. He shook his head again, trying to clear his thoughts.

She passed the baby back to Jean and made her way over to her husband.  "You've been starin pretty hard" she spoke in a teasing tone. He couldn’t resist returning the teasing tone. 

“Well, can you blame me, baby?” He eyed her up and down again, almost salivating. “You’re lookin’ pretty damn good tonight.”

She glanced down at herself in slight confusion. She was just wearing one of his older shirts and some jeans. A completely casual attire.  "You're just easily impressed, hun”

He laughed. “You’re wearing my shirt. You know how much I like seein’ you in my shirt.” He reached out, grabbing her hips and pulling her close against him. “Besides, even if you were wearin’ a potato sack, you’d still look damn good.”

She snorted a bit and kissed his cheek not minding how his scruff scratched a her lips.  "You're actin off baby. Somethin up?”

He let out a hum, pulling her in closer so she was against his chest and he could wrap his arms around her. “Just watchin’ you with the kid got me a bit worked up.” Understatement, he thought.

She looked up at him with a sense of understanding.  "Yeah? Kids huh?" She didn't sound judgemental or opposed but rather curious. 

He leaned down, resting his forehead against hers. “Yeah. They ain’t ever really been a though in my mind. But…” Damn it, he was going to have to say it out loud. “Watchin’ you with that kid… I couldn’t help but imagine you with our kid. Bein’ all… motherly. I like how you looked.”

She hummed softly at this her eyes scanning over his black and red ones. "Well i think it's only natural. We been married for a while now." She spoke gently 

He nodded, unable to deny it. “We’ve been together for a while… and yet… a baby’s never been a thought in our minds, not really. I mean, are we really prepared to be parents?” He was being honest, despite how excited he was to see the sight of his wife with a baby in her arms.

"Well.. we could start preparing if you are wanting to take that step" she gently ran her hands over his shoulders. 

His heart skipped a beat. Here she was, not outright refusing the idea, but actually considering it and preparing to talk about it. “Are you wanting this?” He had to make sure, had to make sure she didn’t just agree because it made him happy.

"Baby I've been thinkin we would have adorable kids the moment we met" she giggled softly

He chuckled, pulling her flush against him. “Damn right they’d be adorable.” He leaned down, kissing right below her ear. “Can you imagine it? Little brats runnin’ around, wreakin’ havoc?”

She hummed softly. "Oh it'd be terrible" she teased as she felt one of his hands press against her stomach absent mindedly.

He let his hand roam, imagining the flat stomach swelling with pregnancy. “You know they’d take after you. Get your cute little nose and eyes.”

"Bet they'd get your hair." She hummed running her hand through his hair to emphasize her point. 

He chuckled, enjoying the feel of her fingers running through his hair. “They’d get your temper, too. I’d almost feel bad for ‘em.” He teased her.

She rolled her eyes and her gaze trailed over her lover. "Wanna get out of here?" She spoke in a hushed tone with a quirk of her lips into a smirk

He chuckled, already knowing what she had in mind. “Thought you’d never ask.” He pressed his hips against hers, already feeling himself getting aroused by just being this close to her.

That's how they ended up back in their shared home. Clothes decorating the floor from the front door to their bedroom. The bed creaking and headboard being muffled by the pillow stuffed behind it. She was clawing at his hair as he held his post between her legs lapping at her like a starved man.

He was damn near worshiping her, holding her tight and not letting her get away. “God, sweetheart, you taste so good,” he groaned, lapping at her like she was the source of his life essence.

She was whimpering and mewling as she fisted the sheets like they were a life line. She gripped onto his hair with her other hand gently tugging as he drug his tongue across her sensitive flesh. 

He was absolutely loving the sounds she was making. He knew exactly how sensitive she was, and he knew every single trick of his tongue to drive her crazy with pleasure. He was taking his time with her, enjoying every single second, savoring how good she felt and tasted.

She gasped out, her back arching like a cat as he pushed two fingers into her. He curled his fingers inside of her, knowing exactly how to draw out that pleasure and drive her absolutely wild. “You like that, sweetheart?” He teased her, his breathing a bit labored from his own aroused state.

She nodded desperately. "Yes rem love it feels so good" she whined out in that breathy needy tone he loved to hear her speak in. A tone reserved for his ears only. 

Damn, he loved how desperate she was. How needy she was. She was his, and his alone, and he’d make sure she knew that. “I’ll make ya feel so good, baby,” he murmured, latching his lips around the sensitive flesh and sucking.

Both hands went to the sheets clawing at the silk fabrics and the plush mattress underneath. 

He groaned against her, the sounds she was making and how desperate she was getting was driving him wild. He wanted to taste every inch of her, touch every single spot that would make her cry out with pleasure. He was completely intoxicated by her, like a drug he couldn’t get enough of.

The feeling of his vibrations against her made her mewl out loudly. "fuck!" Her words sent a jolt of satisfaction through him, making him smirk against her flesh. 

“That’s it… let me hear how good I make you feel, baby.” He curled his fingers again, knowing exactly how to draw out more desperate mewls from her.

She gasped out her hips pushing up against his arm holding them down. "Close" she squeaked out in a desperate mewl.

He could feel her getting closer, could feel her getting tighter and tighter around his fingers. He wanted to bring her over the edge, wanted to hear her come completely undone with ecstasy. “Come on, baby.” He pressed down on her hip harder, still relentlessly working her towards that sweet release. “Come for me,” he murmured against her, using every trick he knew to send her careening over the edge. “I wanna hear how good you feel.”

She cried out and her muscles contracted as she came undone. Her back bucked, her entire body trembling and twitching with the intensity of her orgasm. She was completely and utterly helpless under his touch. “R-remy….!”

He groaned against her as her body trembled and shook with pleasure. He wasn’t finished yet, though. He wanted to wring out every single bit of ecstasy from her that he could. “That’s it, sweetheart, let me make you feel good,” he murmured, his fingers working her through her orgasm and overstimulating her.

Her hands, shaking from the force of her orgasm, gripped his hair pulling him away letting out a breathy chuckle hearing him whine. "Baby I'd rather get on to the main course”

He groaned as he felt her grip his hair, preventing him from continuing his ministrations. When he heard her chuckling, he let out a whine, still wanting to taste her and bring her to climax once more. But hearing her wanting the main course stirred his excitement. “You sure you don’t want another?” He smirked, his usual overconfidence on display.

"This time I wanna finish around something bigger than your fingers" she wiped his face for him wiping off the left over arousal from her. He hummed, letting his tongue run over his lips to taste her again. 

“Such an impatient wife,” he teased her, wiping his chin on the back of his hand. “You want me that badly?” He asked, already knowing exactly what her answer would be.

"You know I do, baby." She inched her legs up over his hips. Now that wouldn't do. If he wanted to properly breed her those thighs needed to be up on his shoulders.

He chuckled, moving forward and pushing her thighs up until they were resting on his shoulders, allowing him to press even closer. “Naughty thing.” He teased her, pressing his hips against hers and letting her feel how hard he was for her. “You’re pretty much begging for it now.”

"Don't make me beg baby. I just want to make you daddy" she purred up at him. She knew damn well how weak that made him. He absolutely loved hearing her call him that, and she knew exactly how to use it to her advantage. His heart was pounding in his chest, his brain already filled with the image of her with a baby in her arms, calling him daddy. 

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, his grip on her thighs tightening. He leaned back, resting on his knees and keeping her legs up on his shoulders.  “You really want a baby that much, huh?” He asked, taking in how she looked underneath him, just at his mercy. 

"I want your baby, remy" she gazed up at him. 

Hearing her say that shot a wave of intense possessiveness through him. “You want my baby?” He repeated back to her, almost like he was processing the words himself. “You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” He ran his hands up to her hips, holding her in his tight grip. He pushed the tip of him into her, teasing her a bit but it was hell to not just immediately slam in. He teased them both by just barely pushing the tip inside, driving himself absolutely insane. “God, you feel so good, sweetheart,” he groaned, his eyes locked on her face as he teased her. “You want it all, don’t you?”

"Yes, baby. Please give it to me remy" she whined softly already too desperate to play their usual game of cat and mouse. 

He couldn’t resist listening to her desperate whines and pleading. “Anything you want, baby.” He leaned down, pressing as deep inside of her as he could. “You gotta tell me if this gets uncomfortable,” he told her, wanting to keep her completely comfortable and safe.

"Shut up and fill me up, Mon cher" she hissed back already too impatient to be waiting any longer.  He chuckled at her impatience, but he wasn’t going to torture either of them any longer.

 “Alright, I’ll shut up and give you exactly what you want, sweetheart.” He pulled back slowly, only to snap his hips forward and fill her completely.

 They quickly dissolved into a panting mess as the bed shook with every thrust. He was glad they had moved out of their old apartment cause they would definitely gotten a noise complaint. He was mumbling French curses between English praises, his cajun accent dripping off his tongue like it was honey. The sounds of the bed creaking, the sound of his voice cursing, and the sound of her moans filled his ears. He was absolutely drunk off of her, completely intoxicated by how she felt and how she sounded. The French slipped out before he could even realize it, his usual filter completely off. She was absolutely living for it. She loved when he would talk dirty to her in his accent and that doubled down when he spit out French like it was nothing. 

Every single time he cursed in French, her reaction would drive his excitement higher and higher. “Vous sentez si bien, mon amour,” he panted to her, pressing even deeper inside of her with every thrust. “You’re mine, sweetheart. All mine.”

"Yours" she mewled back as his tip kissed her womb with every thrust. She was clawing at the sheets like a cat in heat crying out like one too. 

He could already feel his thrusts getting a bit sloppy and desperate, his hands gripping her hips so tight he was going to leave bruises. “That’s it baby,” he growled out, losing himself more and more with every minute. “God, you don’t know how good you feel.”

She was mind dumb as what felt like her third maybe fourth orgasm rippled through her. Just like he liked her. Her climax made him shiver, feeling her walls tighten around him and send waves of ecstasy through him. “You look so beautiful when you cum for me, baby,” he groaned out, his hips still bucking against hers. “You’re gonna make me cum too if you’re not careful,” he tried to tease her, but his voice came out as a desperate, strained whisper. 

"Give it to me" she spoke through slurred words filled with pleasure and mewls. "Make me a mama" 

“God, you’re driving me crazy, sweetheart.” His words came out in a breathless hiss, trying his best to hold himself back from falling over that edge. “Beg for it.” He was cocky, he loved to hear her beg for him like that. He wanted to hear how desperate she was.

"Please remy need it! Wanna be swollen with you! Want your baby" she whined out between moans and biting her lip as her eyes rolled up into the back of her skull.

“Damn near gonna be on my knees with hearing you like that,” he groaned, giving into her words. “God, you want me to fill you up?” He knew the answer already, but he couldn’t resist asking. He wanted to hear her say it.

"Yes yes yes,” the mantra fell from her lips like a depraved woman. She practically was. The idea of her handsome husband filling her up till there was no other way she couldn't be pregnant was appealing.

He was far from being able to hold back any longer. Her words were pushing him faster and faster to the edge, driving him more and more wild. “You’re gonna have it, baby,” he panted out. “Gonna make you a mama.”

His hips snapped into hers with a force he didn't even know he was capable of. His grip on her thighs was tight enough he knew there'd be bruises later. He was desperate, completely lost in how she felt, how she sounded, how she looked underneath him with his hands holding her down. The thought of the possessive marks he was leaving on her skin only fueled his need for more. “Christ, sweetheart, I’m gonna-” he started to warn her.

She mewled out as she felt him jerk forward spurts filling her up completely even spilling out onto the sheets below them. 

He gave a guttural moan as his orgasm hit him like a freight train. “Oh God,” he panted as his hips gave little, shallow thrusts with each pulse of pleasure. “Fill you up so good,” he groaned. 

He collapsed against her, letting go of her thighs and wrapping his arms around her. He was panting against her chest, trying his best to catch his breath from how hard he had just come. “You’re going to drive me into early cardio arrest,” he chuckled weakly.

She was coming down from it herself panting as she patted his sweaty shoulder. "Love you too babe”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss between her breasts. “Love you more,” he mumbled against her skin, his brain still a little sluggish as he recovered his brain power.

When he rolled off of her finally and she cuddled up into his side not even bothering to change the sheets yet both of their legs feeling like jelly. He pulled her close against his chest, wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin against her forehead. He was completely and utterly satiated at the moment, already feeling the fatigue of exertion setting in and his eyelids growing heavy.

"Think it will take?" She hummed tiredly back at him.

“It better,” he chuckled, already knowing damn well that it would work. He ran his fingers through her hair, still damp with sweat. “If you’re not pregnant after this, you’ll break my heart.”

"We will just keep trying won't we then?" She teased back.

“Damn right we will,” he said, already planning out how soon he could go again without collapsing. “Keep trying until you’re round and swollen with my baby, sweetheart.”

[glitchgyu]

ᡣ𐭩 dom sub dynamics with soobin

disclaimer: minors and antis do not interact. asks open. i never see this content for txt, so i wrote it myself.

content warning: daddy kink, dom sub relationship, unprotected sex, make it fit trope, bulge kink, creampies and breeding, subspace.

pairing; dom daddy!soobin x sub reader

having soobin as your dom daddy, when he spoils and calls you his darling. asking daddy to take care of you when it aches as you rub your thighs together without knowing because it feels better when your dom plays with your pussy…

“shh, let daddy take care of you,” when dom!soobin pets your pussy through your skimpy, cotton panties, lifting up your nightdress to peek at your gushy pussy. sitting in his lap and whimpering as he touches your clit, slowly playng with your pussy, wet arousal squelching when he penetrates your plush folds with his fingers. dom!soobin whispering how good you are for him when you arch into him, not noticing how you’re humping his hand, his pretty baby doesn’t know any better. dragging your panties down to your ankles, his hard cock prodding your ass through your dress when he slowly ruts against you.

“i know it hurts, baby, make it fit for daddy,” when he’s just penetrated you with the tip of his massive cock, tight pussy clenched around the tip, you look so cute when you’re crying because it’s already too much for you. dom!soobin when he forces you to take him all the way, holding you down as you squirm and cling to him when his length’s deep in your tummy because he’ll make it fit. your nightgown bunched up above your tits, when he takes your hand and has you touch the bulge in your belly, feeling how full you are of him. calling you his darling when dom!soobin touches your perky nipples, playing with the firm buds and caressing your tits while you while your cunt adjusts to his size.

“perfect for daddy, so good for me,” when dom!soobin rewards you with kisses for behaving and letting him use your pussy. dolling up his princess only to ruin you like this, your pussy swollen from his hard thrusts and hair ruined from the way he fucks you into the mattress, your night gown crumpled and wrinkled. nipples wet with his spit when dom!soobin suckles. always praising you for being his pretty baby, when he tells you he loves you. bruises in the shapes of his fingers on your soft skin. kisses you when you call him daddy and beg for him to fuck you harder.

“use your words, princess, tell daddy where you want it,” when he’s about to cum. begging dom!soobin to cum inside, wanting to be full of his cum because being bred feels so good. “anything you want, baby,” when he fills you up with his fat load of cum, so much it leaks out of you in a creamy mess. asking if you did okay for daddy, wanting to please him so much. dom!soobin loves when you’re in subspace, needing to be praised, loved, and touched. when he touches your tummy, his cum drools from your swollen pussy. no protection because you know how much he wants to fill you up, his darling girl.

“i know you can take it, one more for daddy,” when dom!soobin fucks you into overstim, so turned on by obedience and love. being bred by him until you pass out, until the sheets and your body has sticky ropes of his cum and your pussy leaks his semen. aftercare with dom!soobin, even once you’ve passed out, he takes care of you by removing your nightgown and tucking you in with him, cock buried inside of you so you’ll wake up still full of his cum and him.

[thebest-medicine]

could you do 16 “Come on, stop it - I’m serious, that really tickles!” with lee!dipper and ler!stan or ford🩷🩷

Prompt 16 - "Come on, stop it - I'm serious, that really tickles!"

A/N: yessssssssss gravity falls!!!!!!!!

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“We just need to take a few measurements and I get you a nice anti-magic jumpsuit made! It’ll only take a few days. Come on, hop up!” Ford explained excitedly as he gestured for Dipper to take a step up on the stool in his lab.

“Ok. Great! Thanks Grunkle Ford!” Dipper stepped up, reaching his arms straight out to his sides and waiting.

Wrists and ankles were quick and easy. Dipper startled a bit when Ford touched his leg to measure his inseam. When the tape started at his wrist and then wound up under his armpit, he jumped with a startled giggle. “S-sorry!”

“You alright kid?”

“Fine! Fine.” Dipper assured him. Ford raised an eyebrow but kept up the measuring.

Ford looped the tape around Dipper’s waist and he sucked in a breath, stomach tensing.

“Relax, it needs to be a good fit! don’t suck in!” Ford poked at Dipper’s belly.

A nervous peal of laughter spouted from Dipper’s lips as he teetered backwards, saved by the measuring tape around his middle. “ACK-!”

Ford chuckled, going back to his measuring. A few spots hedged close to being a little ticklish, but Dipper kept it together. Soon, it seemed he had been measured head to toe, and he prepared to step down.

“Oh, shoot.” Ford frowned.

“What is it?”

“I forgot to write the measurements down.. I’ll have to do them again.” Ford shook his head, keeping the little quirk up of his lip out of view of his nephew.

Dipper shrank back a bit, tensing up again as he suddenly prepared to be accidentally tickled a few more times. He held his breath as Ford measured from wrist to underarm. This time, he fumbled the end of it a few times, pressing it into the hollow under his arm, and Dipper squeaked out a laugh despite his efforts not to.

“Ahaha- Grunkle Fohohord! Come on!” Dipper protested. “Yoohohohou’ve got it! Stop it- that really tickles!” He snickered as Ford ‘finished’ his measurement there and jotted it down on the notepad next to them.

“I’m almost done, Dipper!”

“I’m seheheherious! AHH!” Dipper squealed as Ford pinched his hips while wrapping the measuring tape around them. “It tihihickles!”

“I know, kid.” Grunkle Ford winked. “Almost done, almost done!”

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[p0rk-guts]

HUSKER!!!! Husk. Whatever. THIS OLD CAT!!!! ^ - ^

comparison + breakdown ⬇️

Look idk what possible lore reasons there could be for Husk having bird wings and tail feathers whether it's hidden somewhere online or to be determined later in the show even though I can't for the life of me even guess why they're there (if you've got any hc's tho I'd love to hear em) but I just got rid of em entirely, at least for the time being. Declutters him a little. They're definitely a little much.

And I've always hated those buttons on his chest fur... Are they part of his pattern.... Are they hot glued on...... What is it with Viv and melting clothing and flesh together.........

He also does NOT look 60-70 like at all (pretty sure that's canon but I just got it off the wiki) so I tried to remedy that by giving him more wrinkles and creases. He's a Persian cat thing now bc some of them really do be lookin like mustache wearing old guys fr. Also his neck fluff is sorta supposed to allude to facial hair w/ some greying sprinkled in! He's officially like... 62 now. + He's fatter bc 1) beer belly 2) Persian cat build and 3) Vivzie twink fatigue

Husk's outfit is objectively silly for his grown ass to be wearing but I like the hc I've seen around as that being a stipulation in his deal with Alastor where he figuratively and literally "took the shirt off his back". Considering how as an overlord he had a nice suit and he (possibly. Definitely In headcanons) doesn't even like showing off sinner features, or his body at all, especially not in such a way. Is this canonically the case? Probably not. But hey 🤷🏾‍♀️

I made some comparatively minimal changes there. I undid his tie bc man's usually drunk and doesn't have the energy to fuss with it. I also gave the ends a bit of a spade shape. The clasps on his suspenders are meant to be clovers and there are still hearts on his hands. For the diamond face... I kinda tried to put it into his tail? But that's kinda iffy so 3.5/4 card faces achieved 👍🏾

Turned his top hat into a more flat wide brim hat that i could NOT for the life of me find a name for... Just wider fedoras I think? but they seemed to be kinda popular at the time. For my Husk, as an overlord he occasionally wore a fancy top hat when he was showing off, and now this is like. His downgrade replacement he's got to wear. + Some playing cards tucked into the hat band!

Made those yellows his primary colors bc in my rewrite greed is gold and I definitely think that would've been one of his major sins in life. Also a bit of gluttony too, which I made orange, so I added some of those tones in there. Allsoo after fussing with the colors for literal days I stilllll kindahateemalittle BUT IT'S FINE. I'll figure it out

And that's all for him!! Realized I forgot to put the little anti Viv banner on my last post but then again idgaf fr it's whatever. If you don't know I hate her you'll learn before long

And, of course, dvelopment sketches 4 sticking around!!!!

Ok that's all bye ✌🏾🧍🏾‍♀️

[elrielffs]

So you're telling me we have canon text in which Azriel and Gwyn train alone together dagger fighting, which is pretty close contact... and people still think sjm included it just to have E/riel repeat it?

Kinda weak writing to give the same plot to two potential romantic interests... Especially considering some people think Gwyn is an insignificant side character. Would sjm give such a convenient way for two characters to get closer to Gwynriel if she wanted to pass it over to E/riel in the next book? Personally, I don't think so.

Clearly, by making theories about Elain training to become a spy with Azriel E/riels see the potential of such dynamic... But it's already been hinted at being explored by Azriel and someone else (not Elain, sorrey).

So I would recommend retiring the Elain spy training plot and coming up with something more original (but pls no more Illyrian princesses fiascos. It's fun when people get creative with their theories but maybe not that much lmao).

I mean…we don’t know what happened at the dagger handling lesson. If it was oh so important why didn’t SJM have Gwyn talk about it with Nesta? Why didn’t we hear about it from Azriel to Cassian? There were many ways and avenues for SJM to drop hints for GA if she wanted to.

Instead she wrote Nesta noticing a charged glance between Elain and Azriel, Az’s shadows set to strike at the thought of Elain being hurt by Nesta, “his secret to tell, never hers”, Azriel being upset after Solstice which Nesta notices and we later find out it’s because Rhysand told Azriel to stay away.

As for stealing scenes…antis are the one that want someone other than Elain to call Azriel’s hands beautiful, for Azriel to give someone besides Elain Truth Teller, who want someone other than Elain to make Azriel belly laugh, Who want Gwyn to be Starborn and use the Trove and be Nyx’s favorite auntie and essentially take Elain’s place in the IC and Archeron sister. I’ve even seen where they want the forbidden romance cause Rhysand said so!!

And Elain has much more canon text for the spy route than Gwyn, sorry. Hanging out in a tree once does not a spy make.

So you’re telling me you got all this canon text and don’t see the possibility of an Elain spy route? Not to mention Elain killing the fucking King of Hybern by stabbing him with the dagger Truth Teller after she stepped out of the shadows?

Womp womp.

[redfurrycat]

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Musicians, Singers & Dancers {🤠🐓} > Music & Dancing within the Top Gun Verse {🤠🐓}

firefighter? I hardly know her! by levivi

baby you take my breath away {T}

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I take your breath away? {M}

“That’s one way to put it,” Rooster says and grins at him. Jake gives a small smile back before turning back to the ducks. “Those are cute.” Not as cute as you, Rooster’s about to say before he bites his tongue. He’s a hopeless flirt, ask anyone, but that’s almost too corny. “Yup. Fluffy.”

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Sereshaw Celebrity AU by orphan_account

a little goes a long way {G}

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in plain sight {T}

A collection of oneshots set in the "a little goes a long way" AU.

(take me) home for the holidays by boobooblue {T}

Jake Seresin moved to New York ten years ago to pursue his dreams. Now disillusioned, out of work, and alone at Christmas time, he suddenly gets the chance to go back to the small town where he grew up for the holidays. Will the Christmas-loving town of Potters Pine, Pennsylvania, and a blast from the past help him recover the spark that's been gone from his life?

We're Crashing Like Waves by Renai_chan {M}

Jake is a movie star looking to get some surfing lessons and Bradley is a surfer living a quiet life in Hawaii. Like the land and the sea, they come together on the edges of O‘ahu.

young savage things by drh0rrible {E}

After a year working as Jake Seresin's PA, there were three things Bradley was absolutely positive about. First, Bradley was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him-and he didn't know how potent that part might be-that thirsted for Jake's blood. And third, Bradley was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

Wildest Dreams by lizbeth_e {E}

Jake knew Bradley Bradshaw was someone who would equal trouble, he just didn't care. Not when the handsome A-list actor seemed to be just as intrigued with Jake, as Jake was with him.

All's Fair by crowstakeflight {G}

It’s not often that Jake and Bradley get to work together, when they are lucky they will both be filming locally, but there are a great number of times that at least one of them has to film in another city, state, or even country. They were ecstatic when they realized they were going to be working on the same film. For a period of time, no more long days without seeing one another and only getting away with a few texts or a short call.

Anti-Camera Shy by ReformedTsundere {M}

"Look," Jake says, sighing as he pulls his arm across his chest to stretch out the taxed muscle of his shoulder. His words falter when a shadow appears in the doorway of his gym room, a body leaning casually against the frame, familiar and amused eyes watching him with a quirked brow. It kicks up something hot in Jake's belly. He can't stop himself from smirking, forcing himself to refocus on the phone before someone realizes he's distracted and starts asking questions he doesn't want to answer. "He's gonna have his opinions all he wants, the wrong ones, mind you, but I'm not gonna let him ruffle my feathers because he thinks street tacos beat out Gumbo Shack."

More than movie magic... by SunMonTue {E}

Jake is a Hollywood actor and Bradley is a stunt coordinator. Jake's about to make a few self-discoveries.

Actor Jake Universe by Nixie_DeAngel

On Your Wings, I'll Dream {T}

“Are you gonna go over and say something or just keep staring at him like a creeper?” Or, how Bradley and Jake meet.

My Beloved, My Secret {T}

Jake frowns, looking up from his book to see Bradley holding up a bound stack of papers. Blinking, he nods for him to come closer, so that he can get a better look and as he does, he lets his face twist into a grimace. “Ugh. A script Penny sent over for me to look at. She thinks it’d be a good role for me to take. Especially after the whole,” he trails off, rolling his eyes at Bradley. Or, Bradley and Jake discuss a project of Jakes.

To Pillage, To Plunder {T}

“Wait, so you’d be some sort of a tentacle monster in this, if you go ahead and agree to join the project?” Bradley asked, face scrunched up in confusion as he looked up at Jake. Or, Jake and Bradley talk about another project Jake might take on.

Guide Me Please {T}

Jake knows just how to distract Bradley when he needs too.

My Angel, My Love {G}

Letting his head drop back down against the pillows, he let out a small, needy whine as he glared up at the ceiling. Or, sometimes Bradley wants to whine about his and Jake's relationship.

[madameaug]

One of Your Girls: KTH x Black Reader

Pairing: Actor Taehyung x Friend zoned Black Reader

Reader is delusional (like most of us), kinda feel bad, down horrendous, love sick for sure. Kinda mopey tone

I never could have imagined myself being a The Weekend girl. A girl who was so desperate for male attention that she convinced herself that being a side-chick was okay. Uttering that stupid phrase "he knows where home is." I actively laughed and made fun of those girls. Side chicks who believed that they would one day become the wife. That the man who was dragging her along would come to his senses. That she had something special and would motivate him to change his dirty dog ways. Ha! What fools.

Yet there was a voice that didn't belong to me , reciprocating that belly-aching laugh.

Look at you in madly in love with a man who sees you as nothing more than a friend.

Even though no one was pointing that finger at me the embarrassment was swallowing me up whole. Yet again here I laid in the California King bed, alone, hoping he would still be here with me. That after he tucked me into bed, that he would be curled up beside me. I wouldn't dare allow myself to hope that maybe in our mutual intoxication, we shared this bed in a more intimate sense. That I finally escaped the isolating box of friendship. Removing the burn of being called his friend, but rather yet just his.

"Ms. Yn? Are you awake?" Judah Tae's assistant spoke on the other side of the door. Huh, I guess he knew about me staying the night. I wasn't a total fool to know that Judah coming to wake me up, was a clear sign from Tae that my window of being a guest was rapidly closing. He was too much of a coward to address me head-on and politely kick me out. So he tasked that to either his softspoken Judah or his rough-around-edges security guard Binky. At this point I would have preferred Binky to wake me up.

"I'm up, Judah." I picked up my belongings that were scattered across the ground. Nothing too serious but a bright red corset top and a slinky black maxi skirt.

"Your phone and purse are on the dining table, and your Uber is outside. No need to rush out, take your time."

Judah added that last sentence to cushion the blow that I was again getting the discreet dismissal from his boss. I was the pitiful girl who couldn't get the hint. Or perhaps refused to get the hint.

I sat in front of the vanity mirror, getting myself together. Yes, I was a bit prideful. Even though I was on the edge of another anti-climatic emotional breakdown, I'll be damned if I showed it. If fake it til I make it was a person, it would be me.

Drunk me in all her right mind, was smart enough to remove the layers of makeup on my face. They weren't smeared across Taehyung's satin pillow sheets. Sheets I like to think he got for me, to protect my natural hair. I just like to think that he's thinking of me.

Catching my eye were two photo frames. The larger one contained Taehyung and his castmates of Hwarang. He was the youngest and his older castmates had bunny ears behind his head. Even though it was hard to see as Taehyung was dressed in a traditional hanbok. His perfect smile on display, his big ears poking out lateral to the black head strap. He looked like a kid in the candy store. Smiling cheek to cheek, that he actually looked like his six year old self.

Should I truly feel shame for allowing myself to fall in love with a man like him. A man who was kind, interested in the things I liked, was single, intelligent, and had a passion within his career. I wouldn't be exaggerating for saying that Kim Taehyung was one of a kind. It would be hard to find another like him. No. There is no one like him. I was already lucky to be in his space as a friend. Someone who he didn't have to worry about betraying him to the gossip-hungry tabloids, airing out his dirty laundry for the world to sift through and mock. I was honored to be his number one confidant, his best friend. But I won't lie to my heart and say I wish we were something more.

I wish I met his grandmother, the most important woman of his life under the guise of lover. That he posted my face on social media holidays like National Girlfriend Day. I wish that I had an initial in his bio, showing that he was taken.

But instead, I was reminded of the reason why none of my wishes would come true. His true love was currently occupying that space. The female co-star that he was currently the lead with. She was a beautiful ray of sunshine inside and out. Everything about her was pretty. Her skin was clear and smooth, not an imperfection is sight. She had a youthful look to her, easily being mistaken as Taehyung's junior despite her being older than him. Even her name translated to 'pretty' in both her native language and Korean. I didn't need intense calculations to understand why Taehyung was in love with her. If I was a male, hell I'd probably be in love with her too.

Which is why it hurt the most seeing the two lovebirds hug each other so lovingly. Her smile was turning into rambunctious teasing. Bragging that she won this little onsided game between us. That she was the victor in this drawn-out battle for Taehyung's attention and affection.

That I YN YLN was a loser. That I earned second place. Nah. That wouldn't stand for much longer. Kim Taehyung was in love with me. A seedling somewhere in that big heart of his was reserved for me. His girlfriend was the overcast, preventing my little seed from growing. Two can play this game. And rest assured, that this time I would be victorious.

Muah Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!!!!!!

(just jokes- i don't support homewrecking <3)

[pastelwitchling]

Hello, I love your stories so much! Would you be willing to do one where Michael realizes that when Alex called the incident of 2x06 hell he actually meant it and that he really didn't enjoy it? Thank you!

Disclaimer: very anti-M*ria DeL*ca

tw: mentions of r*pe

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Michael started to notice it about two weeks after coming back from their honeymoon.

Alex had come to meet him at the junkyard, and Michael had made a teasing remark about sneaking into the airstream for some of their old fun. He’d meant it as a joke, but Alex had flinched and taken a step back, as though afraid Michael would drag him inside. Michael had been about to ask if he was okay, but just then Dallas had come back and asked if they wanted to step inside for a cup of tea and some lunch. Michael had waited to see that same reaction, but Alex only smiled, relieved, and happily accepted.

Michael had thought he’d just imagined that scared look on his face, but then it came again the next night when he’d suggested getting a drink at the Wild Pony. Alex had nodded and agreed to go, everything seemed fine, until Michael had mentioned that Maria had these cocktail shrimps she wanted them to try.

Alex froze. “Er, Maria’s going to be there tonight?”

“Yeah?” Michael said while adjusting his collar, “So, do you want to grab dinner first, or –”

“Actually,” he cut him off, “I’ve been having a lot of stomach pain lately, so I – I think I should pass on the drinks tonight.”

Michael frowned, coming up to him and putting a hand on his belly, his other hand on his brow. “What, you’re sick?”

“No no,” he shook his head, covering Michael’s hand on his stomach with his own, “nothing like that, it must just be an acid thing. Y-You should go, have fun.”

Michael’s shoulders fell. “Well, I don’t want to go if you’re not going. Hey, why don’t we just stay in and I can make us some dinner instead? Something good for your stomach.”

He didn’t realize how nervous Alex’s smile looked until it softened. He’d been worried that Alex was uneasy about Michael being near Maria, but they’d talked about that, hadn’t they? Michael knew how much Alex hated it when he and Maria were alone or too close, and after everything that had happened, he wanted to ease his fears. But Alex had even told Michael to go by himself, so what else was going on?

Finally, that Sunday morning, Michael knew he had to say something. He and Alex liked to have breakfast together on Sundays since it was the one day they were both free from work, and they usually talked about anything and everything during that time. Even though it was their laziest morning, meant to establish some peace after a busy week, nothing was ever off-limits. Mostly because each of them knew they had the other to lean against and take comfort from if anything got too heavy.

That was why, when Michael asked, “What’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to you?” he did it with a bite of pancake in his mouth.

Alex smiled, amused, and wiped a dollop of maple syrup from the corner of his lips before bringing it up to his mouth to suck clean. “You already know,” he said vaguely. “What about you?”

Michael took a second to focus after that display, and cleared his throat. “Caulfield,” he said without hesitation. Then, to keep himself from thinking about it too much, he pointed his fork at Alex, eyes narrowed. “And that’s not fair, you have to actually tell me yours.”

“I did tell you mine,” he chuckled, though it sounded quieter to Michael’s ears. “I told you when it happened.”

Michael’s brows furrowed, thinking hard, even as Alex was clearly trying to move past the conversation.

“More whipped cream?” he offered.

“When was this?” Michael asked, undeterred. “You told me when it happened, was I there?”

“Yeah, you were there,” Alex said with a hint of his old smile, but the way his voice turned quieter and quieter was starting to get alarming. Michael sat up straighter, waiting expectantly. Alex sighed. “That night in the trailer? With . . . Maria? I told you it was a circle of hell.”

“Yeah, but,” Michael rolled his eyes, “seriously though.”

Alex raised a brow, the amusement in his eyes dimmed. “Seriously though.”

“No,” he smiled, even as his brows furrowed, “no, that . . . you were joking. You were . . . you were joking then, right? I mean, you wanted to be there –”

“Well, maybe I didn’t feel like I was allowed to not be there,” he said with an edge that Michael had not expected, but which had his heart plummeting into his stomach anyway.

“You . . . what?”

“Nothing,” he said, already grabbing plates and turning away. “Nothing, I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey,” Michael grabbed him around his waist, hauling him back in. “Don’t apologize to me. There’s nothing off-limits, remember? I just . . .” his mind was racing and dread was coiling in his stomach and he felt sick. “Alex . . . did you stay that night . . . because you thought you had to?”

Alex looked away, exhaustion etched into his features. This had clearly been weighing on him for years. Years, Michael thought with horror.

“I’d just been stabbed,” he said. “She was my only ride there. You were already looking for any excuse to avoid me. I . . . I trusted her. I thought she would take me back, and then I thought you would just . . .” he shook his head, blushing, “I don’t know, protect me from it or something, but none of that happened and I was just stuck there. And I thought that if I said no anyway, that if I left and tried to walk back, you would never look at me again.” His smile was small, but there was nothing humorous or amused about it. “Hell was every time she touched me. Every time she touched you. Hell was waking up the next morning and trying to convince myself that my best friend hadn’t raped me.”

His smile falling, he stepped out of Michael’s hold and returned to the sink. Michael sat there, in shock, staring at Alex’s back as he continued to wash dishes like he hadn’t just told Michael that he’d felt sexually assaulted, that Michael had been part of it, that Michael had allowed it.

He remembered that night well, thought of it often, of all the things he would’ve done differently. But he always imagined taking Alex in his arms, confessing that he was all he wanted, that Maria should leave because the only person he wanted to see touching Alex was him. He remembered his jealousy, his desire to possess Alex, his need to make him feel as good as possible so that his eyes never wandered to anyone else, even after he left. He’d wanted to make him feel good enough that Alex wouldn’t mind waiting for him.

He hadn’t given a second to think how Alex had felt having no other option. Now that he thought through that night, half of it filled with regret that there had been anyone else with them, he couldn’t remember one instance when he’d offered to drive Alex home, to take him to the hospital, even to loan him his phone to call anyone else.

Alex had been trapped there, and Michael had helped attack him.

A tear rolled down his cheek, and when Alex turned back around to grab the empty cups, he stilled. Quickly setting the glass down, he came back to Michael and cupped his jaw. “Why are you crying?” he breathed. “Michael, it’s okay, it was years ago, I – I’ve forgiven her –”

“Did she know?” he demanded. “Did she know what I meant to you? How it felt when a woman touched you?”

Alex swallowed. “Guerin –”

“Did she know?”

His husband glanced down, and Michael got his answer. “We’d talked about it earlier that day. She said she used to have a crush on me –”

“So she forced herself on you, and used me to keep you there,” Michael breathed, his hands vibrating. Then he realized that it was the entire house that was vibrating.

“Michael,” Alex wrapped his arms around his shoulders to steady himself, looking around, “you’re making the ground shake, stop it, you’ll bring the whole house down!”

“I’m gonna bring her damn bar down,” Michael growled. “I’m gonna make her sorry she ever put a finger on you, and then I’m gonna spend the rest of my life begging for your forgiveness –”

“Stop stop stop,” Alex hugged him tight, slipping a hand into his hair and tugging hard enough on the roots to yank Michael out of his angry haze. “Please calm down. For me, Michael, for me.”

It was Alex’s plea, his voice, his hands on Michael, his heart hammering against Michael’s chest. Distantly, he felt the earth still beneath him, but he couldn’t keep himself from shaking. He hugged Alex’s waist slowly, staring through the window over his shoulder, unseeing.

“You’re never going to talk to her again,” he said in a hollow, low voice.

Alex hesitated. “Michael –”

“She talked about that night afterwards like it was funny,” he whispered. “She doesn’t even think she did anything wrong. You’re never talking to that bitch again.”

Alex said nothing a moment, but he seemed to sense that Michael wasn’t going to allow any other response because he just nodded.

“She’s never going to touch you,” he went on. “She’s never going to say your name, and if she even looks in your direction, I’ll destroy the Wild Pony and set it on fire.”

“Michael,” he gasped.

“She raped you, Alex, and she knew she was doing it!” he snapped, squeezing Alex to him. “You’re never going near her again. Tell me you’re never going near her again.”

Alex sighed against his shoulder. “Okay, my pretty cowboy. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please calm down.”

Michael didn’t calm down. He couldn’t, not until he was holding Alex in a bruising grip, undoubtedly making it impossible for him to breathe, but he couldn’t get himself to let go. The way Alex had looked at him that night, it came back to him now. Not just with longing and yearning, mirroring his own feelings, but something else that he was now recognizing as fear. He’d been waiting for Michael to save him.

Michael swore then he would never fail Alex again.

“I’m so sorry, Alex.”

Alex melted against him. He’d had years to get over this, but Michael could feel the way the last of his resentment about it dissipated the longer he held him. He wished more than anything that he’d really listened to Alex then, when he’d told Michael how he felt and expected the man he loved to care. So much could’ve been different.

“Thanks, Michael,” Alex murmured against his neck, “but you’re all mine now. I don’t care about anything else.”

***

This was very cathartic for me. Villains are villains, folks, whether they're played by women or not :)

Happy Malex Monday ❤️

[thebawdybaldurian]

New Work Preview (A Life, A Death, A Kitten)

I promise I haven’t disappeared. I just got an idea for a new post-game scene with the Tavhalstarion clan and it spiraled into a very long work that will probably be split into multiple chapters when it is eventually published. It is both sweet and incredibly horny with a smidgen of angst and family drama as well. This is a little scene with Tav, Halsin, and their twin toddlers, Ava and Shan. And surprise reveal, Tav is pregnant again! Full draft will go up on my Patreon whenever I can find a good stopping point.

Part one is posted!

Halsin heard voices upstairs and headed towards them, finding Tav and the children laying on the floor of the sitting room drawing. He held a finger to his lips when the children saw him, trying to surprise Tav as she lay prone on the floor. He pounced on her, growling in her ear and grabbing it with his teeth as she pretended to scream. “It’s a bear attack!” He exclaimed, making biting sounds around her neck.

“Run kids! Save yourselves!” Tav laughed, reaching back to grab his hair. The twins screamed and crawled away, hiding behind chairs and giggling. “Hi Daddy Bear,” Tav cooed quietly as Halsin nuzzled her neck. “You stink…I love it…have you come to give me a little late morning sugar?”

“I am unfortunately the bearer of bad news,” he replied as she groaned at his unintentional pun. “Your mother is here.”

Tav groaned even louder, pressing her face against the rug. “Oh noes, da beah has momma,” Shan peeked out from his hiding place. “I save you!”

He came running out with a fake toy sword, swinging it playfully at Halsin. “Aghhh!” Halsin groaned, rolling off Tav and onto his back, putting his arms and legs in the air like a dead bug.

“You’ve got him now, Shan! Thank you!” Tav clapped, sitting up on her elbow to watch the two grapple playfully.

Shan was still growing like a weed and was twice the size of Ava, apparently sharing his father’s large physique. Tav put a hand on her belly, wondering who this new cub would take after. Halsin was so sweet and gentle with the kids, while Astarion let them get into a little more trouble. Regardless of who had sired it, she knew they would have two amazing fathers to watch after them all. Halsin played dead, sharing a smile with Tav when he saw her hand on her belly. He was already thinking of names and where they would put the nursery in the new house. “I wanna kill da beah too!” Ava came out of hiding, crawling onto Halsin.

“Remember we don’t kill bears, unless absolutely necessary,” Halsin held both his children in his arms. “They are mostly scared of us.”

“Yes daddy,” both kids responded, having heard his lectures about being kind to animals numerous times.

“We can stuff and mount this one though,” Tav winked, scooting over to him and nuzzling his neck.

“What about the hag?” Halsin asked, giving Tav a kiss as the family snuggled together on the floor. “Do you want me to run her off?”

“No,” Tav sighed, running her fingers through Shan’s curls. “I’ll have to talk to her eventually…I just need a minute to collect myself…and to tell Astarion to ready the Banishment spell.”

“Kids, why don’t you go back to drawing?” Halsin suggested, moving them off of his body. “I need to go apply some anti-bear salve to mommy.”

[anony-man]

Chubformers drabble #84!

Character: Brainstorm (IDW)

Word count: 471

Mishaps happened all the time, especially when Brainstorm was in charge. This, however, was definitely a first… and hopefully a last, too.

The inventor gasped and squirmed as his frame rapidly bloated, the swell of his mesh straining against his plating. There had been a minor miscalculation, but he needed to make up for lost time and keep moving forward. Now, however, he was becoming ten times his usual size, and all because of his own mistakes.

It had happened so fast, and Brainstorm hadn’t had a chance to jump up from his chair before his frame was ballooning outwards. Fattened mesh hugged the chair and pinned him into place as he struggled to pry loose plating from his frame before it popped off of its own accord.

“Come on, come on,” the inventor whimpered, still helplessly wriggling even as his belly continued to grow. “Now isn’t the time for this!”

Taking off his chest piece was a success, but Brainstorm wasn’t fast enough to keep the rest of his plating from shedding under the pressure. He flinched at the sudden rush of relief, the sound of shattering glass and destruction following the momentary freedom. The rest of his exposed plating eventually followed suit, and before long the poor inventor was nothing more than a ball of fat jammed into a too-small chair.

Brainstorm cried out in frustration, his stubby arms waving helplessly in the air as he tried in vain to reach for the bottle of chemicals sitting atop his desk. It wouldn’t fix this right away, but it was certainly a good start, and a half-hearted attempt at a remedy he’d thrown together in case something went wrong.

Brainstorm tried and tried, his fingertips just barely brushing against the rim of the beaker. He was so close, so close… and it still wasn’t enough.

Slag. So much for an anti-bloating solution, he thought bitterly.

As the panic began to subside, Brainstorm found himself calm enough to properly assess the damage. It was—well, it was bad, he knew that much. It was bad enough that he almost considered calling Perceptor up and calling off their little get-together later that afternoon—assuming he could still reach his comms.

There was no telling whether or not Perceptor would agree, however. Brainstorm whined at the thought, his helm falling back as he sighed. He stared up at the ceiling for some time, simply thinking. He needed a solution. He needed a way out.

Primus, he needed some help.

Grabbing the beaker on his own was impossible, but reaching up to tap his comms was surprisingly easy. Brainstorm could hardly keep the shame out of his voice once he heard Perceptor speak, and it was only a few seconds of silence before he caved.

“Percy?” He asked. “I, uh… I need your help.”

[stargirlie25]

yall not to be cocky, but I have ALWAYS known who was going to be endgame between a love triangle. Like never have I been wrong.

However on many of those instances I was on board with the non endgame couple anyway. The fact is that I KNOW who is endgame but I can still ship whatever.

So yeah I'm pretty confident in elucien and gwynriel.

I knew Jackie would end up with Cole but I like Jackie and alex(mlwtwb)

i knew for sure bonrad would be endgame but I thought jere and belly were sweet together

I LOVE STELENA SM but delena was obviously endgame

Stiles and Malia were the cutest but Lydia and him were planned from the beginning.

So I actually do ship elucien and gwynriel but back when I was reading acotar and was neutral to all of this ship war stuff I thought:

''isnt Sarah just creating one of those scenarios were the character thinks she is happy but doesn't know who or what she needs?'' with elucien

and with gwynriel ''isnt Sarah creating a parallel difference to how Az is with Elain vs Gwyn?''

its painfully obvious.

I have way more deeper thoughts Abt the ships now which are still anti e/riel but these are things that came straight to my mind and I only became I hardcore elucien and gwynriel from the fandoms influence.

[gabessquishytum]

pervy pantysniffer hob is an absolute favorite but i also looooove the idea of dream and hob being next door neighbors with convenient views into each others windows. hob realizes when he’s working in his office and he looks out the window and sees his new neighbor bringing boxes up into his own office—except it isn’t an office for him, he chose that room to be his bedroom, instead. hob tries to introduce himself to the guy, since he’s a civil neighbor and all, but he isn’t sure if hes more shocked by the fact that dream is stunningly beautiful or the fact that he’s a total stuck up bitch who essentially met hob for the first time and told him right where he could stick it. it makes it hard for hob to hit on dream that way, since he’s so anti social and moody, but it certainly helps that he’s getting his own private strip tease every night as dream gets ready for bed. hob inevitably fucks up and let’s his secret loose when he mentions dreams scars in casual conversation and dream realizes there’s no other way for hob to know about them hnless he’s seen him naked …..

Omg I do love it when Hob is a nasty pervy little man. As a treat <3

And surely if Dream wanted privacy, he'd at least pull his curtains together when he gets changed! But apparently he seems to think that he lives in his own private little world. He often gets naked as soon as he comes in from work, or else he puts on a dark, silky robe which hardly even covers up his arse. Dream doesn't really go out much, preferring to spend his time writing or listening to music, or painting - he always gets naked when he paints, presumably to avoid staining his clothes. Hob gets a premium view as Dream stands in front of the easel, one hand propped on his hip with the paintbrush in his mouth. It's unbearably erotic to witness.

Of course he fucks it all up by politely enquiring in the elevator one day if the scars on Dream’s legs bother him much during the heat (Hob has scars of his own, and he hates the way they start to itch when the weather is humid and sticky). Dream glares at him even more ferociously than usual, accuses him of being a peeping tom, and proceeds to list all the things that he's seen Hob doing in the few months that they've been neighbours. Turns out, Hob wasn't the only one looking.

Dream tells him all about the things he's seen through Hob’s bathroom window (which doesn't have frosted glass, neither does Dream’s but he's got a shade over it). How he knows that Hob has a dildo suctioned onto the wall of his shower, and that he's seen him use it. How he knows that Hob doesn't shave down there. How he could pin-point the scar on Hob’s belly right now, even with his shirt in the way.

He gets to the end of his rant, panting a little, and Hob just smirks at him. He's so flattered that Dream has been watching him too! What an unexpected delight. Hob enjoys being watch, especially by someone as beautiful as Dream.

And Dream doesn't know whether to kiss him or slap him. So he settles on doing both. The fact that Hob moans when he's slapped kind of seals the deal. Dream was trying to stay out of trouble by moving to a new place and staying away from his neighbours... but it's too late now. He's got to make sure that Hob regrets his bad behaviour!

[elainsgirl]

I just want to know how can you hate elain and azriel after he gave her truthteller, (HIS MOST PRIZED POSSESSION) he sat with her at 3 in the morning listening to her about her garden plans, didn't hesitate to save her, every night before he slept he would look at he headache powder she gave him on solstice that made him laugh! like a genuine laugh! (and these arent even all their little moments) and youre telling me that it's cliche? he only lust for her?? Talk about slowburn.... the slowburn was there! and now thats its finally getting to a point, this ship becomes the most hated because of a bonus chapter that many people misunderstood so badly.

I really feel like elain and azriel will be a trope that we never had yet, it would be so beautiful that I would probably reread the book so many times!! They really went from strangers to friends to lovers in a beautiful way. it wasn't rushed at all! you could tell when the feelings started to build and they slowly started to get over their old lovers! I would be so devastated if they don't end up together.

Hey anon 🫶

Right? Till this day it baffles me when people claim to hate elriel. I think out of all the couples’ despite not having their book, they’re my favourites. They’re just so soft and beautiful. Elain, not once balking from Azriel or showing any sign of fear of him. The way a faint smile bloomed on Azriel’s face when he met Elain for the first time. Down too, Azriel cradling Elain to his chest, even though he was injured and swaying. Elain raising up on her toes to give him a kiss whilst still in chains. The way Azriel made everyone wait for Elain before eating, a sign of respect and honour across many cultures. Elain sending him a grateful smile when he took the attention off her by making a joke at Amren’s expense. We have so many beautiful scenes of them - scenes that show how well they understand each other, how much they care and want each other - Nesta wasn’t even around them often yet she noticed a charged glance

All of these scenes can honestly be compiled into an elriel novella and we don’t even have their book yet…it’s almost as though Mass couldn’t stop herself from writing these memorable moments. As though she can’t help but right a cute/purposeful scene each time elriel appear on page together & I don’t blame her. Everything about elriel is just so fitting and perfect. From their aesthetic, tropes and personality- I personally feel that even though Elain and Az weren’t originally meant to be together, they somehow found each other in the mist of Mass’s writing. They were the good kind of unexpected.

The cliche arguement is just stupid. You’re reading a fantasy series- thats quite literally filled to the brim of cliche tropes yet elriel is where they draw the line? Please tell me whats new and exciting about two more stories of fated mates ending up together? I’d argue thats even more cliche as the fated mates trope is so common within fantasy.

The lust arguement is about antis being purposely obtuse and choosing to ignore every elriel interaction that was about them caring for each other and only focusing on this one so they can isolate it and make it seem as though Azriel only wants Elain physically. Whenever someone brings it up - I just think they’re childish and desperately looking for reasons to hate on elriel.

Heavy on the bonus being so misunderstood. Its been twisted too suit the narration of antis. Nit-picked and purposely taken out of context to fuel the anti-elriel agenda. All so precious Lucien can have his mate and Azriel gets someone better then Elain whose viewed as boring and plain compared to other certain characters.

Im sorry but gwynriels deep and profound conversation is non-existent. They found Az chuckling at gwyns joke more beautiful and special then Azriel doing a full on belly laugh to the point of his eyes becoming brighter (all bcs of Elain) ? Yh no one is being fooled. They take these small interactions between elucien/gwynriel and do their best to romanticise it by layering their own biased hcs into the scene and drawing fanarts that make the interactions seem more impactful and romantic then they actually are. Cherry on top? Elucien and gwynriel as ships are basically elriel in a different format its just swapping out either elain/az for gwyn/lucien.

I think elriel have a pretty good shot of being a unique Sjm couple that stand out across all 3 series. A couple that can set history for the future generations. Two lovers defying fate for each other? Yes please. I already know anon im going to create a shrine for their book and reread it so often to the point of having most of it memorised.

Thats why I love elriel so much. They didn’t just rush into a relationship. Their buildup didn’t happen just in acosf. As readers we see it build up - it wasn’t instant love. They got to know each other and THEN fell in love. Thats a beautiful story within itself.

Id also be devastated if elriel weren’t happening- all that build up for what? Funsies? Nah. An author doesn’t have the mmc going “im getting her back” with his eyes glowing golden filled with rage and then the fmc going “you came for me?” If they weren’t endgame.

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♡Truest Treasure (Adventure Time Petrigrof AU)♡ PT 3/?

(A/N: Part 3. Just enjoy the cute, domestic, slice-of-life bullshit before angst takes them again.)

♡ My AU where pretty much everything is the same as in canon except Betty is unknowingly pregnant with her and Simon’s daughter when she jumps through the portal.

Italics - A/N

Slashed Text - NSFW

Bold Text - Sensitive Topics

The Road to Parenthood

♡ A month after their risky Valentine's Rendezvous, Betty ends up sick with a ‘stomach bug’ that causes her to throw up after every meal for two days. 

♡ It got so bad that they skipped their weekly lunch date at Captain Tasty’s. Betty had to throw up the minute they walked in and the smell wafted into her face.

♡ Simon has to convince her to let him take her to the hospital. Even when they first get there, she tries to run away from him in the parking lot. Simon caught her before she could fall from exhaustion.

♡ Betty’s doctor treated her for anemia and sent her home with pills that would help her keep down food. They also took blood and urine samples just to be on the safe side and would call her with the results within a week.

♡ When they do call Betty, they deliver her the news: she’s around eight weeks pregnant.

♡ The minute she found out, she called Simon into the bathroom to tell him

♡ “Really? You're not kidding? You’re serious right now??”

    “Serious as a heart attack, Simon. You put a baby in me. . .”

♡ Sure, this wasn’t exactly how either of them pictured their lives going. Both of them were always just so caught up in their research and each other that they never really talked about kids. Maybe once or twice over the last four years that they had been together? Of course, they’d be lying if they said they hadn’t thought about having children with each other before. And both found that they wouldn’t mind at all.

♡ They both were so ecstatic that Simon picked Betty up and spun her around.

♡ When she’s 10 weeks, in the middle of their first ultra-sound appointment, Simon asks Betty to marry him; a little pressured by the presence of their future child. And while Betty knows she wants to marry Simon eventually, she recognizes that he’s doing it for the wrong reasons. After some talking, they decide to put their wedding on the back burner. They were already stressed about starting a family and they didn’t need the added stress of planning a wedding on top of that.

♡ Betty immediately connects her with OBGYN, Dr. Olson.

♡ She was on doctors to stop taking her anti-depressants until the end of her pregnancy, as they could cause side effects and complications for the baby’s development. Betty took an alternative in the meantime, but she experienced mood swings early in her pregnancy as a result.

♡ When she felt well enough to eat normally again, she started craving french fries and strawberry chocolate-chip ice cream.

♡ When she’s around 13 weeks, Betty and Simon start discussing names for their baby.

♡ Simon goes first. For a boy, he picks ‘Henry,’ ‘Silas,’ and ‘John.” For a girl, he likes ‘Grace,’ ‘Heather,’ and ‘Penelope.’

♡ For a boy, Betty likes ‘Tobias’ or ‘Toby’ for short, ‘Casper,’ and ‘Theodore.’ For a girl, she picks ‘Alice’ after her mother, ‘Juniper,’ and ‘Willow.’

♡ Neither of them had a preference for the sex of their baby. They wanted it to be a surprise. Betty didn’t care as long as they were healthy, and that they existed in the first place. Simon agreed with her. Although, whenever he pictured their baby, he saw a boy.

♡ At 16 weeks, their baby starts kicking. Betty immediately calls Simon over to her to put his hand on her bump. They spend the whole day just sitting around their apartment fussing over her stomach, trying to get the baby to move again.

♡ “I felt that. Was that the baby?”

    “No, Simon. It was just my bowel movements. Of course, it’s the baby, you dumdum!”

♡ They sing ‘Everything in You’ to her belly whenever it’s kicking and Betty needs them to calm down.

♡ At 20 weeks, it was getting harder for Betty to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. And the fact that the baby was kicking her almost constantly didn’t help, either. She started sleeping with a pillow between her legs.

♡ Having Simon’s hand on her bump helped calm the baby down so Betty could sleep.

♡ One night, she woke up in pain. At first, she thought maybe it was just something she ate. She had been trying out weird combinations of food to satisfy her cravings. But when she sat up in bed to go to the bathroom, she shook Simon awake in panic.

♡ “Simon? Simon, wake up.”

    “Betty? What’s wrong, princess? Are you okay?”

    “I’m. . .I’m bleeding. . .”

♡ Sorry for the upcoming angst, guys. It's gonna get worse before it gets better. Writing about my favorite characters going through terrible shit is how I cope, okay??? I won't leave you hanging for long, though. I'll post the next part soon

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Microfic: Without Sunshine

A little something for the two lovelies @shealwaysreads and @sitp-recs on their birthdays <3 I hope you both had a wonderful day!!

T, 1.1k, apocalyptic flower shop strangeness, fits the @drarrymicrofic prompt 'thunder'. This is the first thing I've written in many months, so please be kind! Thanks to @tackytigerfic for sharp eyes and endless patience.

The end of their world, when it happens, begins on a Tuesday morning.

It’s surprisingly easy. The concealment charms evaporate the minute the Leaky falls, leaving the whole of Diagon caught unaware, belly-up vulnerable. Shopping is abandoned on the cobblestones as witches and wizards grope for their wands, casting blindly while all around them bombs drop and buildings fall. Those who can leave do, as the tanks move in off Charing Cross Road, over broken glass and broken bones, tracks like rolling thunder along the narrow streets. Owls and ravens spill out through the blown-out Menagerie window, disappearing into the darkening sky, as Nifflers scrap loudly over stray bullet casings below.

It's several minutes before Harry, cloaked in the Azkaban-strength wards of the little flower shop, even notices that anything’s wrong.

“In theory, indefinitely,” Draco tells him, thoughtfully. He’s perfect, Harry thinks absently, bathed in high summer light, a puffy, peach-coloured rose held in delicate balance between finger and thumb. “The problem is that ethically harvested unicorn hairs are–”

And that's when everything goes dark.

By the faint blue phosphorescent glow of the ghost orchids, they peer out through the glass. Draco starts at a burst of gunfire, his breath coming fast, the rose still clutched in his hand beginning to tremble. Unthinking, Harry curls his own fingers around Draco’s, stilling him.

“There’s no Floo here, is there?” he asks softly, although he already knows the answer.

“We’re on the list,” Draco replies, distant. “Next week, they said, maybe–”

“And your anti-Apparition wards–?”

Draco just gives a jerky nod, lips pressed together, and that’s that. There’s nothing to be done about it, Harry knows – no duel to win, no long, lonely walk out into the Forbidden Forest – and in a strange way, it’s a relief.

The warded air around them is silent but for the oblivious tinkling of bellflowers. Across the way, a sharp burst of light heralds an explosion inside Fortescue’s, sending slick blue rooftiles crashing one by one to the ground below. For a long, uncertain moment the whole building seems to shiver, its ancient magic struggling against the onslaught, before, like a sigh released, the walls begin to sag in on themselves. Beside Harry, Draco is holding himself stiffly upright; the occasional twitch of his fingers the only nod towards the horror unfolding before them.

“Well,” he says eventually, looking down at their joined hands, “their timing’s dreadful.”

Harry lets out a surprised burst of laughter. “It really is. I was working up the courage, you know–” he looks at Draco “–but there was time. We had time.”

“We did. We had time.”

Their view is blurry now, both windows coated with a thick film of dust, the alley a smeared thumbprint of impressions: shadowy figures moving back and forth, spells cast in quick, colourful flares, the returning staccato bursts of gunfire from every side. Harry turns to watch the reflections in Draco’s eyes, benign as fireworks.

Draco doesn’t return Harry’s gaze. “Give me a second,” he says quietly. He pulls away, rose in hand, and begins darting around the shop, gathering up blooms, humming with approval as he goes. The wards are struggling now, Harry can tell – cracks appearing alongside the window frames, smoke curling in from beneath the door, tremors beneath his feet – but if Draco even notices, he doesn’t show it. Harry’s breath catches as he watches Draco pick out the largest of his precious ever-blooming lilies to add to the bunch: dainty pink-tipped lisanthus, sprays of baby blue speedwell, all cast in the eerie, flickering half-light of the shop.

“Here,” Draco says finally, thrusting the enormous bouquet towards Harry. The fragrance is overwhelming, damp petals tickling Harry’s chin as he takes it into his arms. “That is to say–” Draco clarifies, chin raised, “I had planned – if you had asked me–”

He tails off, the blush on his cheeks apparent even through the gloom, and Harry lifts the flowers to hide his smile. “They’re perfect,” is all he says.

“Not a patch on what I’d intended, really,” Draco says, quickly. “I’d hoped to have perfected the maturation charms, you know, and of course no-one can get hold of luminous larkspur at this time of year–”

“I’ve never been given flowers before.”

Draco pauses, mid-sentence, frowning. “Really?”

“Really.”

“I’d have given you more,” says Draco, and there’s a rueful edge to his smile. “Hundreds, probably. Tulips from Keukenhof, sakura from Hokkaido, mountain lupine from my mother’s garden… you’d have been sick of them in weeks, I’m sure.”

Harry opens his mouth, thinking to object, but is interrupted by an ominous splintering – the first audible indication of the chaos outside – as thin streams of plaster dust begin to cascade down from above the counter. Another crack, louder this time, Draco’s sizzling snapdragons snarling and straining upwards as one edge of the coving crumbles away, uncovering a narrow chink of daylight. The wards are beginning to flicker, more outside sounds audible now – the whir of a helicopter, the clatter of boots – and that’s when Harry feels the first tendrils of hope winding their way beneath his ribs.

“Still got those Seeker reflexes?” he asks Draco with a grin.

Draco’s brow furrows, but then he cottons on, eyes widening. “What, you think we can Apparate before–?” He brings his palm down smartly against the back of his other hand, a gruesome demonstration of their impending fate.

Harry swallows. “Maybe,” he says. “I don’t honestly know, but I want to try.” Louder this time: “I mean, I want to try with you.”

Harry’s never been one to look back once a decision’s been made, but he forces himself to wait, heart in his throat, as Draco chews his lip, eyes fixed warily on the ceiling. He looks genuinely uncertain, and he’s not wrong, either: an end now – quick and painless – versus… what? What will the future look like, if they run?

But a second more, and Draco looks back down at him, jaw set. “Alright,” he says, and Harry leans forward, warm and giddy with adrenaline, to press their lips together – once, a beginning, and then again – flower heads crushed between their bodies as time stands still.

They wait.

***

When it’s finally over, black-clad soldiers spread out across the street. They work in pairs to sweep up the leftover crumbs of magic, guns nosing along the rubble beneath their steel-capped toes.

“Hey, look,” says one of them, voice tinny through his mask. “Someone’s left us a souvenir. You should take ‘em home to the wife.”

“Yeah,” his partner says thoughtfully, stooping to collect the scattered stems, “You know, I just might.”