#inspired by fanart

[dawnrider]

Happy Thank#Fuck it's Friday! Have a snippet to celebrate!

From a random one shot I'm working on for @coquinespike.

A loud bang on the wooden wall of the well house made her jump. “I can't let you just run around without me. Who knows what could be out there! It’s dark!”

Kagome blinked up at him, finally taking note of his proximity, the clenching of his fist on the wall by her head. How had she missed him backing her toward the wall? He felt so much taller than her in that moment of realization, a fact that she often ignored because she was on his back, or he leaned down to go toe to toe with her. Someone else might have felt fear in her position. He was bigger, infinitely stronger, and had a temper!

Kagome only felt momentary heat followed by embarrassment…

“Are you even listening to me?” he snarled, almost nose to nose with her. Only to blink at the flush on her cheeks, rearing back just a hair. “Kagome?”

She swallowed hard, trying to come up with some kind of response. “I-It’s the shrine. Nothing is out there, Inuyasha.” He frowned. “I’ve lived here my whole life,” she reminded him a little breathlessly, “and the most dangerous thing here is you.”

“Dangerous? Me?” he responded a little smugly, but the look faded as he glanced up and down, also seemingly noticing their position for the first time.

#dawnrider fanfiction #inuyasha fanfiction #fuck it friday #inuyasha #inukag #inspired by fanart

[waytooinvested]

Fic: Small Problem...

A silly little story inspired by this adorable art by @art-by-ilaa19

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There was a low, sonorous BOOM, and before she had quite caught up with the fact that anything had gone wrong, Lena found herself sailing through the air as a blast ripped through the Tower. She braced herself for a painful impact, but by incredible good fortune the force threw her directly at the couch, where she landed with a small ‘oomph’ as the wind was knocked out of her.

She lay still for a couple of seconds, struggling to draw breath into her lungs, then fought her way free of the collapsed cushions to make sure her friends were safe and take stock of the damage.

As shocking as it was to be suddenly thrown several feet, the incident actually seemed to have been pretty minor – more a pulse of energy than an actual explosion, really, though it had apparently been enough to knock everyone off their feet.

Kelly and Alex were kneeling beside the bookcase they had hit comforting a crying Esme, though thankfully the little girl seemed to be more startled than actually hurt, having been caught and buffered from the falling books by her moms.

Nia had ended up on top of Brainy on the floor, but from the way they were now staring into each other’s eyes, Lena deduced that they were no worse for wear, and glanced away quickly before she started to feel like an intruder on the moment they were so clearly having.

J’onn was bemusedly brushing soil and flower petals out of his hair after a collision with a pot plant, but the plant had decidedly come off the worst and he seemed to be more or less fine, even with the fetching addition of a Michaelmas daisy tucked rakishly behind one ear.

And Kara was-

Not there.

Given her powers the girl of steel should have been barely ruffled by a force that hadn’t even blown out the windows, and yet one minute she had been standing by the work bench, and now she was… nowhere.

‘Kara?’ Lena stood up gingerly from her place on the couch and looked around, anxiety beginning to stir in her belly.

‘Did anyone see what happened to Kara?’

Distracted from their own minor disasters, everyone turned to look at her, then to glance around the room as if Kara might be simply hiding behind something.

‘You two were cosied up together over something before the blast hit. Didn’t you see where she went?’

Alex’s question would once have made Lena’s hackles rise, but she understood now that it was concerned, not accusatory, and she just shook her head, worry sinking its claws ever deeper with every second Kara failed to reappear.

‘Uuuuh… guys? Wherever Kara is, I think she left her clothes behind’.

Nia had finally managed to disentangle herself from Brainy, and was pointing at the heap of cloth that as yet had gone unnoticed beside the workbench.

‘Oh, that can’t be good…’

Without quite knowing how she had got there, Lena found herself kneeling over the crumpled supersuit, lifting it carefully as if Kara might somehow still be hiding inside it. The fabric was warm from her skin, and Lena had to resist to urge to bury her face in it to hide her tears. It felt like they had only just got Kara back from the phantom zone, and now she was just gone again? So suddenly, and without any warning that she had even been in danger.

‘Hello? Can anyone hear me?’

Lena froze.

The voice sounded muffled and very far away, but she had heard it. She was almost certain.

‘Kara? Is that you? Where are you?’

‘Lena? Thank Rao! I’m not sure, I’m trapped somewhere. Some kind of dungeon I think? It’s small and dark, and it smells weird. Can you get me out?’

‘Kara? It’s Alex, we’re all here. We can hear you, just, but we can’t see you. We’re going to work out where you are and get you out. Do you remember how you got there?’

They all held their breath as they listened for Kara’s next message, focusing hard to pick up the distant words.

‘I was in the Tower, then there was an explosion, and I fell. There was a sort of tunnel... I’m at the bottom of it now, but the entrance sealed up behind me’.

The others glanced at each other, all trying to puzzle out what sort of portal Kara might have gone through to end up where she had described and yet still be audible from the Tower. All but Lena, who, being closest, had picked up the direction of the voice. A sneaking suspicion was growing in her mind as she honed in on it and put the pieces together with what Kara had told them.

It couldn’t be… could it?

She rummaged through the layers of discarded supersuit until she reached the knee high boots, which had folded over on themselves without the support of Kara’s legs inside to hold them up. She picked up the left one and peered inside, down the long tunnel of red leather it created.

Nothing.

Feeling a little silly now with everyone staring at her with expressions ranging from baffled to bemused, she picked up the right, and was instantly met with a tiny yell of alarm.

‘Woah! The room’s moving!’

Ah hah.

Lena laid the boot out very carefully on its side, and help the top part open.

‘Kara? Has the tunnel open up again now?’

‘Yes! How did you know that?’

‘I just- well, you’ll see in a minute. Follow the light. But uhh… try not to be too alarmed when you get out. We’re going to fix this, okay?’

They all stared as, blinking against the comparative brightness of the room, a tiny figure emerged from the boot’s opening.

Esme let out a shriek of pure joy, tears entirely forgotten, and would have thrown herself across the room to scoop up her now doll-sized aunt had Kelly not put restraining arms around her.

‘No baby, you might hurt her by mistake. Lets stay back here a minute and let Aunt Lena do it, okay? Lots of big people around her might be a bit frightening for Aunt Kara right now’.

And the sudden loud yell had indeed seemed to startle Kara, making her flinch and dive back into the mouth of the boot. Lena lay down on her side so she could see inside, head level with the cave-like opening.

‘Hey, it’s alright Kara. You’re safe. We’re still in the tower. You seem to have… shrunk, somehow, but we’re going to figure out how to fix it, okay? I promise’.

She kept her voice quiet and coaxing, trying not to frighten Kara any further even as she struggled to wrap her own mind around what had just happened.

‘I… shrank?’

‘It does look that way. You’re inside your boot right now’.

Kara stared up at Lena, then around at the shadowy recesses of her refuge, and finally down at herself. She said something too quietly to pick up, though the tone was bordering on panicky, then she called out again, clearer now that she was no longer muffled by layers of leather.

‘Um… okay. So I have total faith that you’re gonna find a way to full-size me again, but in the mean time… does anyone have anything I can wear? I am… more naked than I realised’.

In the circumstances, Lena hadn’t quite taken in that part either until it was pointed out to her, but... yep. Kara was naked. Extremely, totally, life ruiningly naked. It was something she had fantasized about too many times to count through their years of as-yet-unacknowledged physical chemistry with each other, but if she was ever going to be lucky enough to get there for real, this was not how she had imagined it would go.

Lena averted her eyes quickly, her cheeks heating inconveniently in response, despite the fact that the situation was about as far from sexy as it could get, and Kara was at this moment only around four inches high.

‘Right, of course, I’ll find you something. Stay there a minute, okay?’

Finding miniature clothes on short notice was easier said than done, and in the end they had to settle for a kleenex, which Kara wrapped around herself toga-style, and secured with a hair elastic offered up by a still-delighted Esme. It was pink and sparkly, and had a plastic glitter butterfly ornament attached to it, but it was the best they could do at short notice.

Once she was dressed and had fully emerged from the boot, Lena held out her hand and Kara climbed gingerly up into it, hanging on grimly as she was lifted from the floor.

‘Are you okay? Are you hurt?’

‘I don’t think so. I’m just… a bit overwhelmed. I don’t think I like being tiny. Also… and this seems kind of insignificant compared to what just happened, but I’m really hungry’.

She sounded totally miserable, and Lena wished she could hug her friend, but she was afraid that wrapping a hand around her would feel more like being grabbed than hugged. She settled for laying a fingertip lightly on Kara’s shoulder in a gesture that, she hoped, would feel comforting rather than alarming.

‘We’re going to figure this out. But in the meantime, hungry is something I can help with’.

Cupping Kara in her hands so she wouldn’t fall, Lena carried her over to the table where various snacks were laid out to fuel them through what they had thought would be a typical day of work. Lena skimmed the various options quickly, before settling on the remains of an order of potstickers and placing Kara down very gently amongst them.

Kara’s squeal of delight was the loudest noise Lena had heard from her since she had been miniaturised, and she couldn’t help laughing as she watched her best friend launch herself at a dumpling that was almost as big as she was.

As she turned back to the others to begin the work of figuring out how to un-shrink Supergirl, she was pretty sure she heard a tiny cry of ‘BEST DAY EVER!’ from inside the box.

It looked like Kara might just have found some upsides to being pocket sized, after all.

#supercorp #kara danvers #supergirl #lena luthor #my fic #supergirl fanfiction #crack fic #light hearted silliness #inspired by fanart #please go and check out the artist's awesome work if you haven't aready

[anna-hawk]

Good Boy

Frank Castle x Matt Murdock

Summary: Frank loves giving Matt nicknames and wonders which one he likes best. There's one that Matt definitely likes particularly much.

Explicit 🔞 • WC: 2,7k

Tags and warnings: smut, light Dom/sub undertones, praise kink, pet names, come eating + sharing, bj

A/N: Based on this small comic. The second I saw it, I knew I needed to put it in writing and give it an end. I really hope you like it @kuriusagiart. Thank you for allowing me to write for you 🧡

Read it on AO3

As soon as he was through his apartment door, Matt heaved a giant sigh of relief at being back home after a long, very long day. The days had gradually gotten warmer, which did nothing for the fact that he had to wear a suit to work. Whichever suit or work it might be, too. He put the jacket that he’d been carrying over his arm on a coat hanger next to the entrance door and untied the already loose knot of his tie until he could take it off. While he walked further into the apartment and towards the bedroom, the entrance door closed before heavy footsteps sounded from behind him. Inside the bedroom, Matt put the tie on a dresser, where Frank joined him without a word and pressed his chest to Matt’s back. It always amazed Matt how much Frank seemed to need to touch Matt after a tiring day, trying to get to skin as quick as possible. Frank never let anything on outside, but as soon as they were out of the public eye, he was all up in Matt’s personal space. Not that Matt could complain, as he smiled to himself when barely a second later, Frank slid his hands under Matt’s arms to reach for the buttons of his shirt, his lips mouthing over the back of Matt’s neck. 

“Frank, you’re gonna ruin my shirt,” Matt grumbled at the hurried way Frank was dealing with the buttons, the threads holding on for dear life under his rough fingers. 

The only downside to all of it was that a few of his dress shirts had suffered from Frank’s hastiness; buttons flying, a rip there. 

“Altar boy,” Frank grunted back, not stopping his assault on the shirt whatsoever and instead lifting it over Matt’s stomach to get to the last buttons. 

While Matt undid his pants at a slower pace, he rolled his eyes good-naturedly at Frank’s use of that nickname. 

“You are such a nickname freak.”  

Frank snorted. An instant later, Matt could feel the grin against the side of his neck.

“What’s your favorite?” Frank wondered after uttering a satisfied sound at finally getting Matt’s shirt fully open and pulling at it to expose more of Matt’s neck to him. “Choir boy?” He kissed his way along Matt’s shoulder as he tugged a bit more at the shirt to pull it down one arm now. 

Matt didn’t reply and instead turned his head to the side to give Frank more access to his skin, which rose with each of Frank’s touches. 

“Red?” Frank continued without missing a beat, while keeping his attention on Matt’s neck and shoulder, leaving a trail of small marks over it. 

Again, Matt chose to ignore him in favor of enjoying what Frank was doing with his mouth and hands. 

“Babe?” Frank intoned with an audible smirk now, the term getting a grimace of disgust out of Matt. “Sweetie?” 

This time, Matt had had enough. 

“Ah, shut up. Ew!” he groaned on a shudder, and pushed Frank’s face away from him with a hand against the man’s cheek. 

Frank laughed heartily, the sound vibrating against Matt’s hand and through his body before he caught Matt’s wrist. There was a sudden shift in Frank’s whole body language, as well as in the rhythm of his heartbeat and breathing, which had Matt stilling as a shiver ran through him. 

“Or…” Frank drew out the word as he gently tugged at Matt’s wrist, his voice lowering a few octaves before he slowly licked his way between two of Matt’s fingers, teasing at the center, which got a small gasp out of Matt. “Good boy,” Frank rasped in a low and gravelly voice, right against Matt’s cheek and ear as he wrapped his arms around Matt’s chest.

The name hit Matt like a ball of heat that spread through his whole body and located itself in his chest and groin. He felt his face heating, while his mouth went slack and let a soft moan escape. Until Frank had called him that for the first time, Matt never would have believed that he could respond that way to being called that particular pet name. Or the idea that he could crave the satisfaction of being good for someone, being praised. The first time Frank had called him that, Matt had felt deeply embarrassed by his reaction, coming so hard that night that he’d gone dizzy with it. Frank’s own reaction to how Matt had responded had been enough to soothe that feeling, however. He’d come just as hard as Matt, a feeling of surprise and awe rushing over to Matt from the other man. They hadn’t gone down that path anymore, until tonight, but Matt had known that first night that this only worked for him because it had been Frank.   

Frank made a pleased sound and curled his fingers under Matt’s chin to bring his face towards his. Using his thumb, Frank rubbed along Matt’s bottom lip and slightly pulled it down. 

“Yeah?” Frank whispered against Matt’s lips. “Wanna be a good boy?” he continued, and slid his other hand down to slip it inside Matt’s boxers. 

Matt’s entire body jerked at the feeling of Frank’s warm and callused fingers wrapping around his length, which had gone from interested in the proceedings to fully hard at Frank’s last pet name. He moaned as Frank pulled him out of his boxers to give him a few perfunctory pumps.

“Please,” he sighed, and parted his lips further to let Frank’s thumb into his mouth. 

Frank groaned deeply as Matt sucked and nipped at his thumb, his own cock pressing more insistently against Matt’s ass. 

“Only got started, and you’re already beggin’?” Frank hummed appreciatively, swirling his other thumb over Matt’s slit that was starting to leak pre-come. “Gonna make it real good for ya.”

Matt’s hips bucked forward as Frank tightened his fist and twisted it over the head to coat his palm with Matt’s pre-come, before sliding back down all the way to the base. Matt had to reach for Frank’s thighs to anchor himself as Frank began jerking him off with a rhythm that only quickened with each downward stroke. He tilted his head back over Frank’s shoulder as he gasped and moaned, his hips twitching and thrusting forward on each particularly sharp pass over the sensitive head. 

“Not gonna hold out long, huh?” Frank rumbled against Matt’s throat that he was kissing and sucking on anew, while his other hand kept Matt’s body steady against his own, the palm resting over Matt’s chest.  

He certainly knew Matt’s body and its tells perfectly, since Matt was indeed only a few strokes away from coming. Nodding jerkily with a tiny whine as his breaths came at a quicker speed, Matt’s grip on Frank’s jeans tightened as his orgasm began to rise, his whole body going slowly taught in anticipation. 

That's when Frank took his hand away. 

Matt's entire body pitched forward at the sudden lack of contact on his cock, the delicious tightness gone. 

“Frank!” he gasped, as out of breath as if he'd run a marathon, his fingers scrabbling at Frank's arm over his chest in despair. “Please, don't — I — please.” He had a hard time focusing on his words, Frank's earlier use of the pet name and his need to come taking up his every thought. “You said — you said you'd make it good. You said-”

He cried out hoarsely as Frank's fingers abruptly returned to his cock, even his heightened senses having not warned him of the impending contact. Matt went up on his toes for a brief moment as his head flew back over Frank's shoulder, his fingers digging into Frank's arm as Frank's hand flew over his length. 

“Sh, sh, 'm sorry… Just couldn’t help myself,” Frank admitted in a rough voice right against Matt's ear. “Needed to hear you beg again… Fuckin' beautiful when you let go, Red.” He thrust his hips against Matt's ass, letting Matt feel the way Frank’s cock was straining against the fly, as well as smelling Frank's own pre-come through the barriers of fabric. “But you can come now. Been so good for me… Such a good boy for me.”

Between the wild pulls on his cock, the scent of Frank and the heat of his body taking over Matt’s every sense, the use of those two words again had Matt suddenly flying over the edge with a loud shout of bliss. His cock spurted long lines of pearlescent come all over the side of the dresser, until the last, weaker shots poured over Frank's fingers. 

Matt slumped against Frank’s chest as the pressure of the entire day suddenly eased off him. Grinning, probably dopily, Matt turned his face towards Frank’s with a satisfied hum, until he felt Frank’s lips meeting his. Frank chuckled into the slow kiss, and squeezed Matt’s chest lightly. Reaching down, Matt caught Frank’s wrist and pulled the hand away from his spent dick, only to bring it to his face. Ending the kiss, Matt turned his head forward again to lick over Frank’s fingers, cleaning away the traces of his own come. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Frank grunted, before he was using the hand that Matt was so carefully cleaning to grab the side of Matt’s face and turn it to him to crush their mouths together again. 

Matt groaned and turned in Frank’s embrace, opening his mouth for Frank’s insistent tongue, which was focused on getting its share of Matt’s release. The hunger in Frank’s actions had them stumbling against the dresser, Matt’s ass colliding with the wood as he caught their fall. He grinned to himself at Frank’s reaction, his senses taking in Frank’s spiking lust and rise in body heat, his dick hard against Matt’s hip. With a quick move, Matt had their positions reversed, with Frank now leaning against the dresser, his chest rising and falling quickly as he held himself up with his hands on the wood. Without another word, Matt sank to his knees in front of him and made quick work of taking care of the belt, buttons, and zipper. Even before he pulled Frank’s jeans down, Matt’s senses could make out the hot outline of Frank’s length. As soon as it was out of the confines of Frank’s clothes, Matt curled his fingers around it and leaned forward. He slowly licked and sucked over the head with the barest pressure, running the tip of his tongue along the frenulum and the slit at intervals. 

“Shit, Red,” Frank rasped, sliding the fingers of one hand through Matt’s messy hair to gently grip it. 

He might have been about to say something more, but Matt slid his mouth down to the base to suck there while he cupped Frank’s balls and stroked a thumb over them, cutting off any further words and transforming them into a long groan of pleasure. The sound reverberated through Matt, who moaned in turn at the knowledge that Frank was enjoying what Matt was doing to him. While he jerked Frank off, Matt’s mouth went further until he was tonguing and sucking at Frank’s balls. The fingers in his hair tightened, and Frank grunted as his hips bucked faintly. As Matt made his way back up to the head, Frank finally pulled Matt’s mouth away and tilted his head up. 

“Open up.” 

Matt obeyed immediately at the need in Frank’s rough voice, his jaw slackening and his mouth opening wider. A second later, Frank slowly pushed between Matt’s lips, sinking in until he barely grazed the back of Matt’s throat. Sliding back out, he did it again a few more times, until Matt moved in until Frank’s tip was pressing against his throat. He moaned throatily as he pushed forward, relishing in the small tremors of pleasure running through Frank at the stimulation, the fingers tugging at his hair, and the scent of Frank’s arousal sharping all the more. 

“Fuckin’ Christ, the way you go off on that,” Frank rumbled in awe, as he did as Matt requested and thrust in and out of his mouth while getting deeper every time. 

Matt only groaned and whined around Frank, his cock slick with Matt’s drool and making wet squelching noises each time Frank slid further down Matt’s throat. As he contracted his throat around Frank, Matt felt a rush of satisfaction at the cry of pleasure, followed by a sling of half formed curses that fell from Frank’s mouth. He moaned and redoubled his efforts as he could feel Frank getting closer, his sole focus on bringing Frank pleasure. However, Frank clearly had other ideas, since he pulled Matt off all the way by his hair but kept him close. 

“Open up,” Frank repeated, his voice having gone to its deepest timber yet. 

A shiver ran through Matt at the command and just like earlier, Matt did as he was told. He kept his hands on Frank’s thighs as he stuck his tongue out as well, giving Frank the opportunity to place the head on it as he stroked himself hard and fast. The bitter taste of new droplets of pre-come hitting his tongue had Matt groaning again, a shudder of anticipation running through him at what was to come. 

“You’re fuckin’ perfect like that, Red. Gonna take my come like the good boy you are, right?” Frank gritted out between his teeth. 

As tired as Matt might be from the long day and the very recent, spectacular orgasm he’d just had, his dick still jerked at the praise. He nodded enthusiastically and made a sound of fervent agreement, never taking his tongue away from Frank’s cock as he let his senses take in the way Frank’s body began to go rigid, how his breathing shortened and heat culminated in his groin. A few more passes of his hand over his dick later and Frank was coming, his hips jerking as he moaned and shot all over Matt’s awaiting tongue. Matt groaned at the sweet and tangy taste coating his whole tongue, not moving until he was sure he’d gotten all of it. He slid his lips around the head once Frank was done and sucked the last traces away, the act having Frank sighing and stroking his fingers through Matt’s hair. Satisfied that he’d gotten it all, Matt stood and cupped the back of Frank’s head to pull him into a kiss. Frank made a sound of surprise, as he was still reeling from his orgasm, only to wrap his arms around Matt’s back and growl into his mouth as Matt slid his still come-covered tongue along Frank’s. They only stopped kissing once every lingering taste of come was gone, and ended with their foreheads touching, breathing deeply and smiling lopsidedly. 

As Matt put a hand on the dresser to pull away from Frank, it landed right into the little puddle of come that he'd made on the furniture. He grimaced and sighed. 

“You really need to stop breaking or dirtying up my stuff, Frank,” Matt muttered with a pointed wave of his hand. It might have been Matt's come, but he blamed Frank for where it landed. 

Frank snorted. “Didn’t hear ya complain, Choir boy.” 

“Nope, not doing this again.” Matt shook his head with a roll of his eyes, but huffed out an amused laugh all the same as he cleaned his hand on the shirt he'd just taken off while he headed for the bathroom this time. 

Frank followed again with a loud laugh and caught up with him at the shower stall. 

“Nah, no need. Now I know which one’s your favorite,” he whispered into Matt’s neck. 

Despite the tiredness, a frisson of arousal still went through Matt. Frank’s voice just had this effect on him when he was using that low tone. He was still too tired for anything more, however. 

“Don’t you go wearing it out now,” he smiled with one side of his mouth pulling up, as he turned to face Frank. 

Frank chuckled and made a noise of understanding, kissing Matt briefly. 

“I can always try finding new ones you like.” 

But the way Frank said those words told Matt that Frank was about to go for another round of silly nicknames, so he pushed him away. 

“That’s it. I’m showering on my own.” 

Frank laughed, but thankfully remained quiet, which granted him access to the shower in the end.

#frank castle x matt murdock #fratt #frank castle #matt murdock #frankmatt #mattfrank #the punisher #daredevil #fratt fanfiction #fratt smut #frank caste fanfiction #matt murdock fanfiction #mes fics #inspired by fanart

[baby-fever-anon]

YouTube Clickbait Faces

Inspired by this post by @wolflyndraws :3

wc: 1727

Teagan has been out of the hospital for a week, and Dream has realized he has no photos of her with George.

He's taken pictures of her while she was in the hospital. He took pictures of George in the hospital.

But he doesn't have any of them together.

Which, to be fair to him, isn't really his own fault. For the first week or so of her being in the hospital, they weren't allowed to hold her at all.

And in the time they were allowed to hold her, they were both more focused her and spending time together than they were about taking photos.

As a result, the closest thing to a photo of George and Teagan he has is one of George watching her in her little incubator.

It's a good photo. A great photo even. But it makes Dream sad.

He needs more pictures of the two that will make him happy.

It's this thought process that leads him to pull out his phone during a moment of downtime.

He aims the camera at where George is laying, flat on his back with Teagan lays on his chest.

The shirt George is wearing is dumb. In the best way possible.

It says "Spawn Point" in cluncky, pixelated letters. It was a gag gift from Sapnap but George, like the nerd he is, immediately fell in love with it and has taken to wearing it constantly.

He says it's comfortable, and Teagan seems to agree with the way she's clutching the fabric in her small fists as she sleeps.

George himself looks asleep, eyes closed and breathing even, but Dream can tell he's not from the uneven pattern of his breaths.

He manages to snap two quick photos before George peaks his eyes open to look at him.

George rolls his eyes and smiles.

Dream prepares to take another photo, wanting to capture George's fond smile.

However, as he's clicking the button, George drops his mouth open. He brings his hands up and presses them against his cheeks as he widens his eyes in faux shock.

It's the typical YouTube thumbnail face.

The photo is taken.

"George, what the hell." He asks, voice incredulous.

George is giggling to himself, clearly amused by his own antics.

"I was trying to get cute pictures. Not whatever that was." Dream whines, not actually upset.

"L." George responds through his seemingly endless laughter.

The shifting of George's chest as his laughter rouses Teagan. She squirms as she wakes, letting out a soft whimper.

George stops laughing in an instant. He turns his attention to where Teagan has continued whimpering quietly.

"Oh, baby... " He coos. "You're ok. Go back to sleep, sweetheart."

Dream takes another picture as George works soothe Teagan back to sleep.

☆

As Teagan is getting older waking up in the morning is getting easier.

She's not quite sleeping through the night yet but she's getting close. Close enough that Dream and George are able to get enough sleep that they don't feel completely dead.

This also means that they, George especially, are in much better mood first things in the morning.

Dream is eternally grateful for this fact when he walks into the kitchen.

George is already up with Teagan, having gotten up when she did.

Currently, He's holding her in his arms. He's swaying back and forth and bouncing in circles.

He's humming under his breath as he does so. When Dream listens in a little harder he recognizes the tune of Kind of Love. The knowledge makes him feel fuzzy.

Teagan is giggling like mad, her little face lit up with joy.

He pulls out his phone. He wants to capture the moment so he can play it on repeat whenever he's sad or mad or even just if he wants to.

He manages to record in silence for thirty seconds before Teagan's loud laughter causes him to laugh. He's not able to contain it, the joy of the two people he loves more than anyone else bringing him joy.

The noise causes George to whip his head around. The smile on his grows when he sees Dream.

George turns his body towards him and holds Teagan out in front of him as if he's handing her to him.

There's still a large smile on her face and the sight of her daddy makes her kick her feet and squeal excitedly.

Dream ends the video and takes a quick photo.

At the sound of the camera shutter George's jaw drops open and he widens his eyes.

"George," He mutters, exasperated. "Stop making YouTube click bait faces when I'm trying to take a picture."

George drops the face long enough to say "Just take the picture, idiot." before returning to the face.

Dream rolls his eyes and takes the picture.

After he does so George rushes forward. He hands Teagan to Dream and snatches Dream's phone from his hand.

"Good morning, Tea Cup." He mumbles to her as he presses a soft kiss to her forehead.

George let's out a laugh.

"This is epic." He mutters, looking at the photos. He turns to show the phone to Reagan. "Look, baby! That's you!"

☆

For the past week or so, Teagan has been attempting to stand on her own.

She's gotten pretty close, managing to use the couch or a chair or just about anything she can get her tiny hands on to pull herself on her feet.

That's about as far as she can get though. The second she let's go she falls on her butt.

She doesn't let it discourage her, simply letting out a frustrated huff before trying again.

It both excites and terrifies Dream.

Excites because it's a new mile stone. She's growing up and learning new things!

But also she's growing up. She's growing so quick and before long she won't be his tiny little baby anymore.

There's also the added factor of how much more potential mischief she'll be able to get into once she's not longer restrained to crawling.

Him and George are watching her attempt now. She's already tried four times and she's getting increasingly frustrated each time.

As time goes on, he's getting increasingly worried that she's going to work herself into a tantrum.

As he watches her slowly pull herself up, he decides that if she falls again he's going to scoop her up and distract her. Redirect her attention until she's calm enough to try again.

He watches as Teagan pulls herself to her feet. She wobbles for a moment before she's able to use her grip on the couch to stabilize herself.

She looks to Dream and George for approval.

"You've got this, baby." George says to her.

She looks back and forth between her feet and the couch. After a moment of contemplation she let's out a determined huff.

Distantly, Dream is amused by the theatrics of their child. It shouldn't be that shocking though, considering how dramatic both he and George can be.

She let's go of the couch and Dream holds his breath as he watches her wobble.

Teagan continues to struggle with balancing herself for a moment before she manages to plant her feet and stand firm.

When she does so she looks back up at them and let's out a soft "ah" of excitement as she bounces gently in place.

George stands up before squatting down beside her. He looks up at dream and says "Take a picture." Before making the thumbnail face.

"Are you serious?" "Yes! This is a big moment take the picture!"

Dream scoffs out a fond laugh as he does as he was told.

After he does it George turns to Teagan and scoops her into his arms. He holds her up above his head. She squeals in excitement.

Dream takes a picture of that too.

☆

Dream has been on the verge of tears all day.

Teagan, his baby girl, has just graduated high school. As in, just walked across the stage and gotten her diploma fifteen minutes ago.

Now Him, George, Sapnap, and the rest of their family are pushing through the crowd looking for her.

Her graduating class is nearly three hundred kids. That combined with all of the parents and family who came means there's a lot of people to sift through.

Thankfully, after just another minute of searching, they find her.

Or really she finds them.

As Dream is scanning the crowd he hears a distant "Dad!" called through the groups of people.

He turns just in time to catch Teagan as she basically throws herself at him.

The two lock into a tight embrace. When he pulls away he cups her face in his palms.

"I'm so proud of you, Tea Cup." He whispers to her as he presses a kiss to her forehead.

"Thanks, dad." She whispers back, tears in her eyes.

The two pull away and she turns her attention to George.

George throws his arms around her shoulders and pulls her close.

He doesn't hear what George says to her but when they pull away their faces are both wet with tears.

Sapnap is up next and her pulls her into a bear hug and ruffles her hair.

She's so much taller than him now. When did that happen? He remembers when her head was just barely past his hip.

After everyone gets their hugs they decide it's time for photos.

When everyone herds Dream, George, and Teagan together they get a few normal ones before George and Teagan make eye contact.

Mischievous grins take over their faces.

"Do the face with us." Teagan says.

Dream rolls his eyes fondly.

Ever since Teagan was old enough to take directions, George has had her doing the click bait face.

It's as amusing as it is infuriating.

He never participated, having decided years ago that it was a mommy and daughter activity that he didn't encroach on.

Now though? With both of the people he loves more than anything looking at him with pleading eyes?

"Fine." He relents, fondly laughing as his daughter and husband cheer at their victory.

With a sigh he places the palms of his hands on his face and barely contains his laughter as he pulls a shocked face.

By the time all of the cameras are put away, all three of them are laughing.

#my writing #dnf mpreg #dnf fanfic #inspired by fanart #this was SO fun to write omg

[vonderful-time]

it’s been a while since i posted about durgetash but durge gently holding a dead enver gortash’s face after the final battle with him, crying for reasons they still can’t identify as they hunch over his broken form, whispering the words “oh father, forgive me for i have sinned…”

#vonderful rambling #oh the angst #inspired by fanart #bg3 #durge #the dark urge #enver gortash #durgetash #enver gortash x dark urge

[with-a-ghost-mr-holmes]

Fluffbruary: Day 11

Inspired by this lovely fanart I came across some days ago.

Sherlock made a grumbly noise on John's lap. John patted his head and kept on writing. He probably was tickling his back, but he wasn't going to quit doing his crossword. He was halfway done and was hopeful of finishing the darn thing for once.

Anyway, it’d been Sherlock's decision to climb onto his lap and collapse there... John didn't even want to think about what would happen when he'd need to use the loo. He was also getting peckish. Maybe the sound hadn't been Sherlock but John's own stomach? John shrugged and kept on scribbling on his makeshift table.

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#fluffbruary 2024 #bbc sherlock #johnlock #my fanfiction #drabble #inspired by fanart

[thewritingwrath]

I posted a week or so back, that I would start a Levi x reader/oc ballad of songbirds and snakes au, well I’m putting a pen in that. I’m having a trouble time figuring out how to write it. But I’m going to replace it with another one that I feel I won’t struggle with as much. It will be a Levi x reader/oc set in the 1930s Great Depression where Levi is a dog/cage fighter and reader is a prostitute. This goes without saying that this story will be much darker than my original idea, you’ve been warned. I hope to get the first chapter published soon, tell me if I should post it on here too.

It’s inspired by this art print I saw on etsy. 

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x oc #writing fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #1930s #1930s au #great depression #ao3 #archive of our own #x reader #oc #Levi Ackerman #etsy #inspired by fanart #my levi stuff

[weird-an]

It has been stupid fucking bet and Billy's dumb fucking luck to lose it.

Against Steve Harrington of all people.

Billy swears under his breath when he grabs the green and white skirt Harrington is waving at him with a crooked smile.

He's not a coward. He can put on a stupid skirt, maybe do a stupid twirl to show Harrington that Billy Hargrove can wear a skirt and still be the sexiest guy in school - even in a cheerleader's outfit.

He folds his jeans and puts on the skirt. It's a bit tight on his thighs, but it fits. He stares at himself in the mirror of the lockers for a moment. Turns around to watch himself.

He's pretty. His hands grow sweaty, because that's not what he expected to happen. He thought it would look stupid. Now he wishes he also had the matching crop top instead of his unbuttoned shirt.

It still looks good. Why does it look so good?

Billy puts on a smug smile he's not really feeling and walks back to Harrington. Each step is light and easy.

"And does this pay my debt?" He puts a hand on his hip, feigning nonchalance. The fabric feels so soft and bounces with every move. His heart is fluttering in his chest.

A faint hint of red flashes across Harrington's face. He tilts his head and rubs his neck, an absent, distracted gesture.

"No, I think it doesn't," Harrington says. "It's only been a few seconds so far. That doesn't count."

Billy is a bit glad to hear that.

_

@lazybakerart This artwork of yours with Billy in that outfit killed my brain and created this pile of words as some form of "getting Billy to wear a skirt for the first time". So thanks for sharing that with us. <3

#harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove ficlet #billy hargrove deserves to wear a skirt #and better of course #inspired by fanart

[isiaiowin]

Good Omens Fanfic: Infernal Tango

A gift for @gleafer , thank you for inspiring me to write this. ❤️💚

CW/TW: Explicit fic ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Summary:

After Shax accidentally revealed to Furfur that she could dance the Tango, he planned a grand gesture to sweep her off her feet, resulting in a night of fiery passion. Excerpt: Completely lost in each other and the pulsating rhythm of the Tango music. A series of passionate and complicated steps followed and literal sparks started flying between them as they executed the intricate movements with an infernal vigour. Leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Illuminating them as their bodies moved in seamless synchronisation. The demonic crowd grew larger, watching in awe at the spectacle before them and occasionally needed to dodge a spark that flew their way.

Many thanks to @gleafer for letting me use this sketch. Please follow her here on Tumblr and subscribe to the extra Saucy Pidgeon tier on her Patreon if you want to see spicy art of Shax and Furfur and so much more! And to my amazing beta @fuzzygoblin ❤️💚 thank you so much for your help.

@goodomensafterdark

#Gleafer #good omens furfur #good omens fanfiction #good omens hell #good omens Shax #Furfur #fanfic #good omens fanfic rec #Shax #Furfur and Shax #Dance Omens #danceomens #good omens fandom #good #good omens fanart #Inspired by fanart #Good omens shax/furfur #Furshax #Shafur #good omens after dark #Good omens after dark writers

[hazel-shithappens]

Have some monsters trying to “flirt” with humans (...successfully?)

Thank you @majimasleftasscheek for letting me have fun with this monster AU! <3 I loved drawing them!

#yakuza au #Fanart #inspired by fanart #kazumaji #kiryu kazuma #Majima Goro #Taiga Saejima #nishiki #nishikiyama akira #what's the ship name for nishiki and saejima? #help! #monster au #rgg #Yakuza Ishin

[metatomatoes]

Latest and greatest embroidery project yet, complete with bling!

I am so excited to share this, as it's based on gorgeous artwork by @runawaymun that accompanies her fic To Partake, both of which I am asbolutely obsessed with (in case that that wasn't obvious).

I've been wanting to make this ever since I saw the artwork for the Nightingale Pin almost a year ago, but at the time I didn't really have the skills to pull it off. But I kept thinking about it and the bug never left me so here we are :). Of course there are things I would do differently next time, but I love how this came out regardless and I hope it reps the original artwork in some small measure!

I'm so inspired by @runawaymun's fic and art along with all the other writers and artists that post amazing things on this site every day; your talent and creativity makes me want to push my own creative boundaries, and so I have!

#embroidery #needlecraft #needle art #inspired by fanart #inspired by fanfiction #mixed media #To Partake #nightingale pin #elrond x celebrimbor #brimbond #metallic thread #yes that's its own tag because metallic thread is a learning curve haha #my stuff #arts n crafts

[homeagainrose]

A bit of a fluffy fic for you all. I've been working on this one for a bit.

"Here's My Fate in Your Hands"

It's quiet in Zuko's chambers, peaceful - well as peaceful as possible on the cusp of the end of a war. Sequestered together as Katara works to heal Zuko while they await any news, the stars finally align for that one special moment. OR That Esmeralda and Phoebus scene from Disney's 1996 "Hunchback of Notre Dame" but make it Zutara.

Do mind the tags. Completely accessable for those logged in. Blame the current way AI is handled for the restrictions.

Do enjoy

#zutara #fanfic #zuko x katara #new fic #why yes i went there #inspired by fanart #just a bit of messing around

[nnnnotebook-and-glasses]

700 ish words about imagining Elliot from Stardew Valley as Mr. Darcy. Inspired by artwork by @crispyanonart , found here: https://www.tumblr.com/crispyanonart/747778892890243072/elliott-mr-darcy-because-it-fits-so-good?source=share

It's not the exact scene from Pride and Prejudice of course but pretty close. Im also posting on ao3 later :)

And I love, I love, I love you.

You had only just left your farm, deciding to take the normal path into town. Walking through the final stretch of woods that clears up into the bus stop. You were drenched already from the rain, and any normal person would be safe from it inside.

And there you saw him, walking towards you, like he had such an important mission nothing would stand in his way. He always walked with confidence, or maybe it was pride, but the way he was walking now you knew something was different. His eyes locked onto yours and he didn’t look away.

You couldn’t help but blink away some of the rain that made it’s way into your eyes, but his didn’t leave. Almost like he was entranced by you?

You came to a stop, waiting for what he would say, what he would do.

He kept approaching until he was a mere few feet in front of you. There was something about him, something familiar about his expression in a way you couldn’t place. He stared for a moment, and you felt a need to speak first.

“You’re not usually out this early.” You didn’t see him up this early, and you didn’t see him around the bus stop.

“I know, usually I stay in my cabin for a few more hours. But I, I wanted to talk with you.”

You were reminded of the last time you had seen this expression, when he asked you to marry him. Something you had hastily denied, a bit scared and still holding a dislike for him. It was only two seasons ago, and it was fall now. That was when you saw this expression, and you could only assume what he was going to say next.

And as he talked, your entire focus went to him, it had a way of doing that.

“You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with Leah last night and it has taught me to hope as I’d scarcely allowed myself to before.” Elliot paused, and a bird in the distance chirped. “If your feelings are still what they were in Spring, tell me so at once.”

“My affections and wishes have not changed. But one word from you will silence me forever.”

Shocked, and nervous you stood there quietly. Wondering to yourself, had they? You knew the answer already.

“If however,” Elliot stepped forward, “your feelings have changed I would have to tell you,”

How had this happened already you wondered, taking in the softness of his voice and they way the rain gently hit the two of you.

“you have bewitched me body and soul, and I love, I love, .. I love you. And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you.”

Elliot looked so good standing in the rain, confessing to you like this. He was a writer through and through, always so good with his words. But there’s a difference in writing something, and meaning something. And the way he spoke, like it was a secret. Like he had to pry it from his own heart just to be able to tell you that he loves you. The way he spoke made you believe him, every single word.

He’s a writer, but he’s also a man. A man in love with you. You. A man confessing to you with so much emotion it makes your heart soar. It makes your soul soar.

You had changed and grown as a person so much these last two seasons, and you knew that in this moment your feelings for him are the strongest they’d ever been.

Slowly you took a step forward, reaching to take one of his hands in yours.

“Well then.” your voice was the softest you had heard it in years. Gently you brought his hands to your lips, softly kissing them.

“Your hands are cold,” and they were. The rain had gotten to him.

Blinking rapidly he gave a small nod, you could see the confusion and hope in his eyes. You leaned towards him again.

Elliot leaned down, his other hand pressingly gently against your warm face. Your foreheads touched each other and the tender moment made you shut your eyes, a bit helplessly. You waited for him, for what he would do. You wanted to know.

And Elliot didn’t disappoint as a few moments went by until he leaned down more and his lips softly met your own.

#stardew valley elliott #stardew valley #sdv elliot as mr. darcy #mr. darcy pride and prejudice #inspired by fanart

[gun-roswell]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: CT-9904 | Crosshair, Original Character(s) (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Inspired by Fanart, Clone Thirst (Star Wars), Euphemisms, poor attempts of humour, Open to Interpretation, mature themes, Ficlet Collection, Bad Puns, hook-ups Series: Part 1 of Clone Hunger and Thirst Dabbles Summary:

Clone Hunger and Thirst Dabbles - the fan-art inspired series:

These stories were inspired by fan-art or more precisely, clone-thirst art. This ficlet was inspired by @clownbloody​'s amazing clone art.

The stories are open to interpretation with all of them containing mature themes. Puns, poor humour and euphemisms ahead.

Part of Clone Hunger and Thirst Dabbles series

#fanfic #star wars #the bad batch #the clone wars #clonecentric #mature themes #open to interpretation #puns humour and euphemisms #inspired by fanart #crosshair

[certkidwhocantdomath]

(Mod by @mortal-kombat-1)

Coldstar Headcanons, Part X: Interpretation of the Shadows

• After getting his powers, Johnny has been able to hear the lies and secrets of others.

• These lies and secrets come in the form of horrifying monster-like shadows that are heavily based on the sins and appearance of this person.

• These shadows and Johnny's new powers are inspired by nyoomian's comic on Webtoon and the main character Daph. Johnny and Kenshi are basically Daph and Tom, you'll see why later.

• Johnny has a shadow version of himself but it's just a pitch black entity outlined by glowing purple and glowing purple eyes with fangs similar to that of a Tarkatan.

• Johnny calls this shadow "John" and John is based off Alastor's shadow from Hazbin Hotel and Mr-eatyourheart's Tarkatan Johnny fanart. John can also be considered a more dark and serious version of Johnny as he is a manifestion of Johnny's self-loathing, low self-esteem and low self-worth.

• Johnny's ability to see lies and hear secrets works on everyone, even Shang Tsung and Liu Kang. Well, everyone but Kenshi, who's ancestor is blocking out his powers.

• The backstory of Johnny's powers is different. Instead, when Johnny was stabbed by General Shao, he unlocked his Arcana because it was a moment of crisis. The marking is on the back of his neck.

• Arcanas will now be a part of my headcanons, watch the Mortal Kombat 2021 movie so you know what exactly Arcanas are.

• Instead of Raiden getting burned by Kuai Liang, he simply unlocked his Arcana. Same goes for Kenshi, Kung Lao and Tomas who unlocked their Arcanas.

• Decided to say goodbye to the sigils and markings on Cage Match Johnny and say hello to the tattoos from his MK1 "Splits and Fists" skin. He still keeps the earrings though.

• John was accidentally created when Johnny had a mental breakdown. Like a mentioned before, John is a personification of Johnny's negativity.

• The reason for Johnny's large amounts of negativity is his father, Robert.

----ANGST----

(Johnny will be refered to as Janet and a "she/her" for now as this is the past)

• Robert was an abusive man and Jimmy(Janet's older brother) helped Robert beat Janet up in places he couldn't go or when he was at work. Jimmy basically bullied Janet in school and his friends(the bullies from Cage Match) helped him.

• Rose didn't know of this because she was a cop and she had work to do. So when Rose saw Janet constantly coming home covered in bruises, she assumed it was bullying and she sent Janet to the local dojo.

• After Janet finished her training, she beat up her brother and his friends.

• But eventually Robert and Jimmy took it too far. Rebbeca was held down and stripped naked by Jimmy, who was angry at Janet for beating him up, and Robert, who was drunk, tried to rape Rebbeca.

• Luckily, Janet noticed and had enough. She grabbed her brothers baseball bat and beat them both to near death. But maybe too close to death.

• Robert died due to a fractured femur and pelvis, cracked skull, smashed rib cage and blood loss.

• Janet called Rose, told her what happened and what she had done.

• When Rose came home, Jimmy desperately told his mom that Janet needed to be arrested for what she did but Rose simply handcuffed Jimmy and said that he will be the one to get arrested.

• Rose comforted her girls and praised Janet for her bravery. That was the catalyst that made Janet decide to go all around the world and train in different martial arts and fighting styles.

• Janet eventually told her mom she was trans and Rose used Robert's money to pay for the surgery(as a last "fuck you"). That was the day Johnny was born.

• Johnny told his mom he planned to go to Hollywood soon and Rose simply told him to pack his things now as he might forget something.

• At this point, everything follows the Cage Match plot. Johnny sees a snatcher, beats him up, the dude who got snatched was a big director and he decided to turn Johnny into a star.

#johnny cage #hazbin hotel reference #inspired by fanart #mentioned self-loathing and low self-esteem and low self-worth. #johnny cage has issues #johnny cage headcanons #trans johnny cage #johnny cage used to be janet cage before transitioning #robert carlton is an asshole #jimmy cage is an asshole #rose carlton is a sweetheart