#just a fling

[justplainwhump]

Just A Fling: Question

[Just A Fling]... - or is it? Peyton tests the waters.

(Peyton and Valerian belong to @wildfaewhump, and they killed me with this idea that haunted me)

Content: no warnings; just serious talking during (non-explicit) consensual sex. Complicated relationship dynamics, extra-marital affair.

"Would you marry me?"

It's the worst possible moment to push Peyton off of her.

He's on top, doing that thing he does, where he angles his hips, and everything around Dany dissolves into bliss.

Usually.

That question does not dissolve.

"Fuck," she hisses, hands up against his chest to stop him from going on.

He slows down, catching one of her wrists with his hand and kissing the inside of her arm instead.

"Stop it," she says. Her voice is softer than the turmoil in her chest. She withdraws her arm and pushes herself back.

"Was I not good?", he asks with the cheeky grin that betrays he knows it's not that. He knows that he's good. He's the best she's ever had.

"You're married, Peyton."

"I said would. Hypothetically."

"Would I hypothetically marry you? In what world would that be?"

He leans down to press a tender kiss on her collarbone. His forehead rest against her skin for a moment, soft and warm. "I could get a divorce."

The wetness on her thighs feels uncomfortably cool. She shuffles uneasily. "We're not like that, Peyton. I thought we'd established that. I - I am not like that."

"Valerian could take the pets."

She closes her eyes, tiredly. "It's not about the pets."

"Is it about me?"

She looks up again, stares into his light green eyes, the speckles of gold and brown. There's something serious hidden in his frown, something earnest, something she thinks she's never seen.

"I could -"

She stops him with two fingers on his lips, before he says anything stupid. 'Change.' 'Be better.'

Could he, though?, a part of her wonders. Could she?

"I don't do romance, Peyton. I don't swing that way. I wouldn't get married for love. Not even hypothetically."

The pause isn't long. Two heartbeats. Maybe three, before he blinks, his frown smoothing out, a familiar grin creeping back on his lips.

"For money, then?" He kisses her sternum. "For power? We could rule the world together." More kisses, a soft trail down her stomach. She groans, as he easily reignites her arousal. His hands are on her hips, his breath on her thighs. "Or maybe just for an exclusive claim on the best sex you could ever imagine?"

There's a snide comment on her lips, about faithfulness and loyalty, but she holds back. It's not about that.

She angles her hips, one hand reaching for his head, fingers running through his dark hair.

"Shut up," she says. "Stop talking. There's better uses for your mouth right now."

His eyes sparkle with amused excitement. She tells herself that's all she saw in them, before his head dips down between her legs and his tongue sends her back to that bliss.

It's all that's meant to be. It's enough.

[bethanyberg]

I want the boops to come back but I don't want them to always be here you see. I want the staff to randomly flip a giant switch in the middle of the night activating the boop matrix, sending the whole website into chaos on a random thursday in the middle of august, flinging us into combat when we're least expecting it, forcing me to bang on the door of my friends DM's to tell them "the boops are back!! they've returned!! hurry get your paws on we have war upon us!"

[keydekyie]

Go you funky little SecUnit! Go!

(One of my favorite scenes from the newest Murderbot novel: System Collapse)

[introspectivememories]

been watching mashle and oh my god, the eugenics???? the way lance's parents were so ready to give up their daughter??? no second thought???? just "why did this child have to be born to us?"???? um everyone talking in mash's face about how non-magic people are inherently worthless???? the triple line dude fucking making dolls out of people and somehow no one??? is??? checking him???? and then when questioned immediately jumping into "well humans are little more than mindless beasts and i will become a creator deity and reshape the world in my liking!"????? the, um, corruption in the government??? the way this story is so clearly "h*rry p*tter if it was actually funny"??? the slytherin coded characters are blood purists???? they took out hufflepuff??? one of the magia lupus' mage's powerset was just big shuriken???? another one is rip off kisame???? lance is a siscon and the first thing mash says is "that doesn't make it better"???? lemon is genuinely so fuckin funny??? dot is incel-coded but like in a funny way??? dot says that lance is playing life on "easy mode" cause lance has a good face??? dot likes tea??? dot has good manners??? everybody only has one spell they can use??? finn ames is like if you transported is regular human into this stupid ass world??? i think the old man and the cop have explored each others bodies.

[bunnysnared]

i think this may have been the first soap drawing i ever made 😭♡ little re4 reference meme redraw thingy

[hughmanbean]

Difference in View

I raise you the fact that DC find the Infinite Realms, but due to differences in perception, they see it as a regular kingdom. The ghosts look like regular people, and subsequently, any injuries or actions they take are "masked" as the humanly possible counterparts.

This means that fighting looks a lot more deadly and than it really is.

The Batfam have gone on a diplomatic mission in the new Dimension, and The High Queen is going to be there.

Jason and Dick are scoping out the crowd when they see a grown man chasing after a 12 year old in obvious fury.

[theminecraftbee]

the hermit space program sending hermits into orbit together will NEVER stop being funny btw. o7 etho, our bravest of cosmonauts,

[justaz]

merlin as the village tease/flirt who only ever has little flings with people (much like gwaine) and never develops feelings beyond “oh they’re cute” or “wow they’re a good friend” falling for arthur and having no idea what it means until lancelot has to spell it out for him and then merlin is just a mess. he has to hype himself up before so much as talking to arthur. he feels every time arthur even glances his way and as a result grows clumsier and clumsier to the point where people genuinely believe he was cursed by a sorcerer on one of arthur’s quests that he tagged along on. he can’t look at arthur and listen to arthur simultaneously bc he gets blown away by arthur’s beauty that the rest of the world falls away. pacing for like a solid minute outside arthur’s chambers before he has to wake him up for breakfast, the guards stationed outside watching him go back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth before one of them just opens the door for him.

[nothatsmi]

"A hundred and one. Going on a hundred and two." "You're a terrible liar."

He lived,,

I'm beyond the point where I can use words to describe them anymore.

Just know that I drew this instead of working and I'll probably keep drawing them more even tho the work's piling up-

I'm not even kidding, it's terrible how much they invade my brain, like I'm always either thinking about them or drawing about them or saving pins on Pinterst about them (the board is getting pretty stuffed), everything i see is ORANGE at this point (it's my favorite color fortunately so I don't mind).

Still not done with the third book btw. I try to make it last as long as I can but I constantly want to read so the end is getting dangerously near...

Next I'll probably draw Dan and/or the other foxes, cause let's be honest they're all so cool...

[justplainwhump]

Just A Fling: Apology

For "A for Apology" for this month's @alphabetofwhump Alphabet of Whump event. (It's in fact "a very Dany apology", as Vic called it). Also, inspired by a prompt I was sure I still had open: "In a friend's bed", for these smut places asks.

[Just A Fling Masterlist]

This is set before the events of 'that night'. Geoff, Peyton and all characters except Dany belong to the wonderful mind of @wildfaewhump.

Content/warnings: noncon filming, slightly obsessive whumper, creepy whumper, extramarital (consensual) affair, (mostly implied) consensual sex.

Geoff Cortlandt's smile is lazy and dangerous, and for a moment, Dany wonders if coming to meet him in his office was the right call.

Geoff takes a slow sip of water, lets his gaze wander over her body, before he finally - finally - speaks up. "Given how… intimately our lives are intertwined, it's a surprise you come visit me that late, Ms Hammond."

She can't stand him. Yup. It's confirmed.

Dany lifts her chin, counts to five in her head, before she exhales. "I'm sorry Geoff. We made a mistake."

"It's fine," Geoff says mildly. "I understand how it could happen. I talked to him. We're very close, Peyton and I, you know. It's alright. We're all good."

His lip twitches the slightest bit, and the pitch dark dread spiraling out in Dany's stomach tells her that no, this situation is anything but.

---

Before

Michael Cortlandt's birthday party is exclusive and what most people would call 'magnificent'.

It's also superficial and loud and pretentious in a way that makes Dany's fingers curl up tightly around her elegant purse.

She's come as her father's plus-one; she intends to leave as Peyton Montgomery's, and the latter is the only reason she's still here. They haven't seen each other in weeks. She's been on the far coast for business in one of their new container ports, while Peyton has had to pull severe overtime over the financial contracts in a high profile takeover by his parents' company.

It's not like Dany hadn't found a man to share her bed with in the meantime; but she'd shamefully come to realize that flirting with Peyton gave her something these casual hook-ups with strangers just couldn't any longer.

Every inch of her body craves for Peyton. And judging by the texts he's sent her, the feeling is mutual.

She just has to find him.

Glass in hand - a champagne flute, ironically enough, she hates its bubbly texture - she roams the mansion.

He's not in the huge living room, where most of the sofas are occupied with the heads of the town's family companies politely talking about hostile takeovers, and some drunk plus-ones are trying to gather a crowd to dance to the low electronic music. He's not on the terrace, which seems to be the preferred spot of the lazy second and third born teenage offspring, gathered between pool and champagne coolers, showing off perfectly sculpted bodies and wildly expensive designer swimwear. The generation in between - the one she's probably looking for, Peyton's clique of decadent firstborns - is further out in the garden, at the tennis house. She sees Valerian first, their perfect platinum blonde hair shimmering as they toss back their head in an exaggerated laugh. She grimaces, takes a big sip of the disgusting bubbly champagne. Of course, Peyton had conveniently failed to mention that his spouse would be here as well.

Geoff Cortlandt, tonight's host, tall, dark and surprisingly enough, smiling, is the second familiar face in the group, his Romantic companion in a revealing black dress clinging to his arm. Not the same one she's seen him with before, she thinks, even though the similarity of their features is striking.

Another sip of champagne.

Dany can't stand that pet system. She can't stand knowing that more than half of the guests here literally own other people. That Peyton does, too.

She clicks her tongue, tries to ban the thought. Great job, ruining her own night. After all, she knows Peyton isn't a great human being. It's not like she wants him for his character. She wants him for -

A hand grabs her arm and yanks her behind one of the garden bars. Her shoulders are pressed against the metal of a huge fridge, and every last thought she's just had dissolves, when Peyton's hands bury into her hair and he pulls her into a passionate kiss.

"Fuck, Dany," he mumbles against her lips, before kissing down her neck. "We need to get out of here."

"Valerian is here," she reminds him. Still, she lets get head fall back against the fridge, offering her neck to Peyton's caresses. "Can you leave without them?"

"Mmmhh no, but we can -"

Behind Peyton shoulder, a server appears, making himself known with a polite hem. "Madam, Sir, could you -"

"Shut up," Peyton says, retreating from her only to fold some bills and stuff them into the server's chest pocket. "Go find another fridge for the next ten minutes, alright."

"Ten minutes?" Dany lifts a brow teasingly, as the server retreats. "I was expecting more than that."

Peyton wiggles his fingers. "Oh, Dany, There's a lot these hands can achieve in ten minutes." He holds her gaze, as he slips a tentative hand under her dress. An amused chuckle escapes his lips, when his fingers graze her panties. "Especially when it seems you've come prepared."

"Sir," someone else says, voice more urgent than the server's. "Mr Montgomery. I know you're a family friend, but we need this bar up and running and we need this fridge. Please consider relocating to a more… private area?"

Peyton rolls his eyes dramatically, but steps back. "Fine", he huffs, takes Dany's hand, fingers easily interweaving with hers. "Follow. I've got just the place on my mind."

He peeks around the corner to where Valerian and their friends group had been standing. "Introducing Geoff's new Lourdes to the gang, huh? They'll be busy out here for a while."

Dany's lost her glass somewhere. She'd have finished it in one go, otherwise. It's better for the mood not to think about what he's referring to, she's pretty sure. Neither does she think about, where he's taking her.

She focuses on other things, instead. On the way his boyish giggle rings in her ears, when he navigates her towards the mansion's service entry. On the smell of his cologne, wafting over her, mingling with that of the Cortlandts' rose garden. On the firm hold of his hand around hers. On the shape of the muscles in his shoulders, perfectly highlighted by the cut of his white shirt.

Next to the huge service kitchen, a small door leads to a stairway, and Peyton pulls her upstairs.

"There's security on the main stairs," he whispers. "But none here. Staff don't come into the private area at this time. And the Cortlandts are just so busy entertaining."

He opens the narrow door on top. Their feet sink into the thick carpet on a wide corridor. Family portraits line the walls, almost like they're looking at the intruders disapprovingly. Peyton is still giggling like a schoolboy.

She all but groans. "Fuck, Peyton. Are you high?"

"What else should I be, looking at someone like you?", he counters and winks at her. His eyes are bloodshot. His smile makes her knees weak. "We're there."

Peyton leans against a door and pushes down the handle, swaying into the room as the door swings open.

She doesn't know why she's expected him to lead them into some sort of broom closet.

This sure as hell isn't one.

It's the entrance to a suite, open door to a huge bedroom in front, closed doors to smaller rooms off to the side. Faint music from the garden dances through the air.

Before she can ask him, he's pressing her against the wall, pinning her hands over her head. "You're thinking too much," he whispers. "Don't."

"Is.. Is this Geoff's space?"

"Really?" He kisses her. "I've been yearning for you for weeks, and you're thinking about Geoff right now?"

"We can't -"

"Shhh." He shifts to pin her wrists up with one hand, his other hand slipping between her legs. "Geoff loves me. He won't mind. And even if he did - sure as fuck I'm not going to tell him."

He knows her body as well as she knows herself, she realizes, as he rubs at her clit through the lace of her panties just right. She can't fight the soft moan his touch elicits. His gaze sinks into hers, blown pupils so deep she wants to drown in them. "So." Peyton hums, slowly nudging her away from the wall and backwards into the darkened main room, until the backs of her legs hit the bedframe. "You want to go on thinking about him, or are you ready to forget Geoff Cortlandt and making this about what really matters?"

"Huh." She lets herself fall back on the soft covers, frowning up at him in the room's dim light. "And what would that be?"

The bed dips, when he follows her and spreads her legs open gently. "You, Dany," he mumbles, shoving her dress up to her hips, before he dips down to kiss her through her sheer panties. "I want to make it about you."

---

"Is there anything else?" Geoff asks, with feigned innocence.

"The tape," Dany says flatly. "The camera in your bedroom."

Geoff grins and leans back in his chair, lounging comfortably. "Ah, that, yeah. Funny Peyton forgot I had it installed, isn't it? Anyway. I gave him a copy. Made one for you, too." He pulls a USB drive from his desk drawer and looks at her from hooded eyes. "We can watch it together, if you like."

"Oh, fuck, no." Dany's hands clench around the arm rests, as she keeps her voice professionally steady. "This wasn't for you."

His eyes harden. "My bed isn't for you either, Ms Hammond. Peyton isn't for you. Nothing of that seems to inhibit you in any way." He taps the flash drive on the heavy wooden desk tentatively. "You really don't want it?"

She exhales sharply. "No."

"Your call." He takes his time looking her down, eyes mapping her body. She feels naked suddenly. In a bad way. "I think you could've seen it as a training experience. I certainly had some notes on your performance while I watched."

"My performance was exclusively for Peyton. And as I have no doubt you're aware of, we both were very satisfied." Dany's jaw is set. "Sorry, Geoff. Wasn't aware you'd feel excluded."

His eyes are hard, as he drops the drive back into the drawer. "I think this conversation is over. You're not sorry, Danielle. I can see that. You're far from it." His hands clasp on the table as he looks her down once more and purses his lips. "You should be." He gestures to the door. "Bye, Dany. Close the door behind you."

-

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Dany tag list (let me know if you wanted to be added or removed, or just not in it for this AU): @whumplr-reader @whumping-on-the-ridge @queenofthenoobs @ocean-blue-whump

[egophiliac]

This may be rude, but im so confused what Sebek's UM is. Is it like an electric ribbon? Or like a force field?

yeah, normally they explain them a little more clearly! my read on it is that he's, like, charging himself up with electricity (or maybe he becomes electricity?) until he's just a big Sebek-shaped lightning bolt. it seems like he needs direct contact to zap people, although it's also possible that "physically run at Silver while screaming" is Sebek's default solution to everything.

this didn't turn out as relevant as I thought it was going to be when I drew it, but have some Sebek doing a stunning theatrical performance anyway:

[mcchi-ken]

fiddauthor galore featuring: another pmmm crossover, me getting the hang of drawing that wonky man (fiddleford), and a wip

the last one is a very obscure entirely italian reference but if you get it. i will give you a little kiss 😋 little hint: its a music video. you know this song. your dad loves it. there's the word gravity in it thats why i chose it

[spookyprime]

BruHarvey time??

I don’t think resting his head on Bruce’s tits would fix him but I do think it’d make him feel better

[regonold]

Over the summer holidays lancer had a fling whist vacationing in gotham (they have a whole collection of banned books in their libraries he just had to read)

Whilst there he met a man and it was love at first argument he'd over heard lancer talking to himself about a book and apparently disagreed on the meaning of it

And well he was just so passionate about the books he couldn't resist and started a relationship it was meant to be a summer fling but it blossomed into a long distance relationship

He didn't expect to be calling him saying he'd have to break up because he was on the run because the government was trying to vivisect his students

Nor did he expect redhood to find them a month later promising sanctuary in crime ally and how he missed him reaveling himself as jason

[citricacidprince]

can you draw candy as fiddleford. plz plz plz OuO

Oh believe me I have,,, SO MUCH ART of Candy as Fiddleford she literally drives me wild

Take this massive dump of art of young Candy and Dipper because they made lose my mind in the best way possible 💥💛💥

EDIT: A kind soul named DastardlyWLW decoded all the codes in the replies because I was an idiot who forgot to write down all the codes before I merged my layers, so if you wanna know what the codes all say just look in the replies and thank them for saving my sorry ass 💥💛💥💛💥

[autismsupersoldier]

the reason why eva and big boss had such good chemistry is because they both love their corny awful sex puns. kaz not so much