#bound2becharming

[affaridicuore]

❧ - I mean... I should think it goes without saying, but I’mma sayin’ it. Matt and his Bella. Absolute fave ship from this side. Sorry, Wade. 😏

@bound2becharming​ || Send  ❧ if you would ship your muse with mine [ always accepting ]

[ Listen here. Izzie and Matt own my heart. True OTP material. They clash so deliciously with their hot tempers but yet, feel so deeply although they don´t want to? It´s the stuff great romance is made of. I´m shipping Christian and Izzie as well and hard, not gonna lie, but these two take the crown between your guys. ]

[ithinkwehitametaphor]

💐🌷🌹🌺🌻🌸🌼 send this to ten other bloggers you think are wonderful. keep the game going. 🌼🌸🌻🌺🌹🌷💐 [Yup! You know. I mean, I should hope you know. I would THINK you know. You do know, yeah? *points to what the ask says and then to you and nods* Mm, hmm! That. ;) ]

ALL MY LOVE FOR YOU! <3 *hugs*

[sebstanns]

💐🌷🌹🌺🌻🌸🌼 send this to ten other bloggers you think are wonderful. keep the game going. 🌼🌸🌻🌺🌹🌷💐 [I hope you haven't forgotten how much I fanboy so... figured this would help refresh your memory. *flails around like a madman* AAAHHH! FAG-HAG FANBOY NOT DONE BEIN' A TOTAL SPAZZZ!!! Better? *smirks and winks* What? You thought I'd stop? Pffft! Not even close. ;) ]

I've only just seen this! Thankyou sweetie, back at you tenfold ❤️❤️❤️

[affaridicuore]

Holiday Sentence Starter Meme - "The only thing different than an other day of the year, is that on New Year’s Eve, you can get drunk off expensive champagne." - From Matt. ;)

@bound2becharming​ || Anti-holiday starter sentences [ no longer accepting ]

She remembered the dashing New Years´ parties, back in Florence. Attended by the rich and influential, the young and beautiful, and those who wanted to be, though these people were lightyears from what her hardworking, humble parents represented. Speeches, dances, rustic glamour. More an obligation to make an appearance than anything, but her family always found ways to make events like these bearable. Whispered remarks about drunk guests or their impossible choice of outfits coming from her brothers, her mother´s occasional loving hug, her father´s encouraging smile from across the room – those were the moments that reminded Isabella why she went through all of it. Building a foundation. Networking for her future. The big take-over by the next generation. Champagne was an option but not the most served drink those nights at a vintner´s party, but she remembered the bubbly always going to her head in an instant each time she tried it anyway. Much like the one she held in her shivering hands right now, fizzing in a dull plastic flute.

“Hm maybe… –“ her chuckle formed to an icy cloud in the night air as she clinked her glass to Matt´s, the cheap rose Asti sending another burst of clear pearls to the surface. “That´s a bit of a glum view though.” Her head canted right as she took him in, wondering what had soured that day for him so much – or any day of celebration, perhaps. Izzie and Matt had met this year and were now sitting here together to watch the old ghosts leave – if this wasn´t way better than how she´d spent those last New Years´, she didn´t know what was. “Isn´t it also a new beginning? A welcome to a new chapter?” She scooted a little closer; the lurking frost was a good excuse to cuddle up though the unfettered view from this rooftop, was worth freezing a little. Jutting her chin up to the beginning spectacle of colourful fireworks in the sky, a light smile crossed her face.

 “Maybe this is our new beginning. Our chapter.”Her smile widened. “I feel like this could be a damn good one.”

[rexsjaigeyes]

Pretty as a Picture

Donald Pierce x gender neutral mutant reader | NSFW, 18+

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: non-consensual voyeurism, public masturbation, descriptions of captivity & torture, descriptions of a rough blowjob/facefucking

A/N: I wanted to do something creepy and fucked up, but please be wary of the warnings! There are many non-consensual themes in this, so please don’t read this if that can trigger you.

Donald smirked as he walked down the empty hallway of the facility. It had been a long day chasing down some stray mutants, but he wasn’t eager to go home just yet. He had somewhat of a nightly ritual, and that ritual involved you.

His long legs carried him down the winding hallways, knowing exactly where he was going even in the low light of the building. He had walked through this particular floor more times than he cared to admit; he had the layout of all the rooms memorized, and he knew exactly where you would be.

His combat boots squeaked against the tile floor as he stopped in front of your room. Actually, it was more like a prison cell, but ‘room’ sounded more humane – and Donald hated to think of you as their prisoner. One day, you’d finally warm up to him and trade this cell for a place in his home. He knew it would take a while for that to happen, but he was willing to wait. For now, this small room was sufficient enough for Transigen to keep you as their little experiment. It was a shame that you were a mutant; you could have had so much more potential if you hadn’t been subject to the torture and constant surveillance in this place.

Donald glanced up at the corner of your room, looking straight into the lens of a small security camera pointed towards him. He gave the camera a little wave and a toothy grin before its blinking red light turned off. This wasn’t the first time he had found himself in front of your room. He wasn’t allowed to enter, of course, but Donald had made a deal with the security guards to turn off the cameras whenever he felt the urge to check up on you.

Luckily, your room looked more like an observation room; the wall separating you from the hallway was really just a giant pane of glass, so you had no privacy from any passersby. At this hour though, the only only ones passing by were Donald, the occasional janitor, and the guards who checked the floor in rotations. He had been here enough times to learn the schedules of the janitors and guards on duty. His windows of opportunity weren’t scarce, but they were short-lived – he only had about 30 minutes before the cameras would turn on and the next guard would search this floor.

Of course, he was allowed to roam the building at any time, but it was what he did in front of your room that wouldn’t have been appreciated by the guards or his boss. Most nights, he found himself just checking on you for a few minutes before going home; he liked to make sure there wasn’t any permanent damage after all the tests the scientists would run on you. But other nights, he liked to watch you sleep. And on rare occasions, he’d even give into his desires and take matters into his own hands – well, one flesh hand, to be specific. Tonight seemed to be one of those rare occasions.

His little ritual started out innocent enough. First, he noticed how peaceful you always looked when you were sleeping. Then he was captivated by the thought of how vulnerable you looked too. A part of him wondered how you could look so calm and at ease when you were literally held here against your will. He supposed you had just accepted your fate as a prisoner, but that thought always pissed him off a little bit. Maybe it was because the one thing you hadn’t accepted yet was his affection towards you. You never seemed to need him the way his body craved you. So whenever he saw you like this, he couldn’t help but think about how easily he could use your state of vulnerability to his advantage.

Donald watched you through the glass, thinking about all the things he wished he could do to you if he didn’t have his career and reputation to uphold. He couldn’t exactly burst into your room and take what he wanted – there were too many risks and disadvantages to that. For one, he needed you to want him too. On top of that, he didn’t want anyone to find out that he caught feelings for a mutant. So given the circumstances, he would settle for just watching you through a thin pane of glass for now.

His train of thought was interrupted by movement from you, but he didn’t bother to hide himself from your view. He watched you turn over to your side, your eyes still closed as you continued sleeping. It was moments like these that always made Donald’s heartbeat quicken; a part of him secretly wanted you to catch him watching you. He sighed softly, disappointed that tonight was another night you’d fail to notice his attention.

You stretched again, and he watched intently as your blanket slid lower down your body. The low light from the hallway illuminated your body perfectly, and he could see the way your chest rose and fell with each breath you took. You looked so fragile, and he thought about how perfectly his large frame would engulf your body.

His pulse quickened as his mind wandered. He thought about what it would feel like if you were pinned beneath him, helpless and unable to resist his touch. Donald knew that if given the chance, he could convince you to stay with him and give him whatever he wanted. He was good at being persuasive – it was part of his job, after all – and the thought of you giving into him was enough to make him rock hard.

Donald glanced at his watch, knowing he only had a short timeframe to do what he desperately needed to do. Fortunately, he had done this enough times to know exactly how much time he needed, and at this point he knew he wouldn’t need very long. He could already feel himself throbbing in the confines of his tight pants just from watching you stretch out on your bed. Without wasting any more time, he unzipped his pants and hastily pulled out his cock.

A barely-muffled groan escaped him once his hot length was met with the cool air. No matter how many times he did this, the rush of being so exposed in the middle of the hallway – and in front of your room – was exhilarating. The only thing that could have made it better was getting caught in the act. He would love to see that innocent, wide-eyed expression you'd give him if you looked up and saw him stroking his cock to the sight of you. In his fantasies, he imagined that you’d welcome him into your room if you ever caught him jerking off; he knew it wasn’t realistic, but a man could dream.

His eyelids fluttered closed as he wrapped his hand around the base of his dick before slowly sliding it up and down. He used his metal hand to steady himself, gently pressing it against the window to your room, being careful not to make an audible ‘tap’ from the metal coming in contact with the glass. Looking up, he groaned as his eyes traced your body, imagining what your body would look like if it was laid bare to his lustful gaze.

Donald stroked himself faster, watching you eagerly and letting his thoughts wander to all the things he wanted to do to you. He focused on the steady rise and fall of your chest and imagined how lovely you would look if you were panting and moaning from his touch. His movements stilled for a second when he saw you shift in your bed, but you only yawned and readjusted your body a little.

Even the way you yawned was oddly intoxicating for him to watch. In his lustful haze, he thought about what those soft lips would look like if they were wrapped around his length. His groans grew louder, echoing through the abandoned hallway, but he didn’t have it in him to care about the possibility of someone hearing him. He was too busy thinking about what it would feel like if the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.

He sped up, feeling his climax build as he closed his eyes and thought of you on your knees in front of him. He thought of how lovely you’d look with tears running down your cheeks as he fucked your mouth, and he wished he could wrap a hand in your hair and hold you in place while he used your throat for his pleasure.

Before he knew it, he shuddered and painted the glass window with ropes of his cum, leaving a mess that left very little to the imagination. Donald groaned softly, pumping himself a few more times as the pleasure washed over him. He panted softly, taking a moment to collect himself before pushing his cock back into his pants and zipping himself up.

Looking up at his handiwork, he chuckled softly and checked to see if you were still asleep. Unsurprisingly, you hadn’t moved an inch, but it didn’t matter anymore. Like clockwork, the red light on the camera in your room blinked back to life. Smirking in its direction, he turned on his heels and left with a satisfied grin. Donald wasn’t worried about the mess he left behind. He knew the janitor would clean it up if he found it. If not, you’d wake up to see the little gift he left for you.

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Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Donald Pierce tag list: @sirianisrock​​ @sabinemorans​ @ionlyjoinedforboydholbrook​ @chelsfic​ @my-name-is-babyy @bound2becharming

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[tellyouamystery]

Update...

// I’m gonna tag a few of y’all, cuz I know I haven’t really held up my end of the bargain on a few things lately.  

1) I apologize for not reading/reblogging any fanfics lately.  I promise, it has absolutely NOTHING to do with anyone, nor with how I feel about your work!  Just wanna make that clear.  Y’all know I fanboy like a motherfucker over here, right?  Right!?  Just makin’ sure.

2) My kiddo’s room is under a massive construction.  I have to haul ass to the Portland area tomorrow to get some adapters and couplings for some corrugated pipes that-... never mind.  Long story.  Basically, a lotta reworking the drainage to divert the water, cuz as of tomorrow night, we have a winter storm.  I gotta try and beat the clock like... pronto!

3) I’m undertakin’ a big writing project and will be changin’ a lotta stuff up on my old profile as well as this one.  I’m gonna move all of my gifs and pics from what WAS the bound2becharming-archive page but is NOW��@houseofdax (url change) over to my @untamedfaceclaims page, that way everyone still has access to things.  I’m changing my prior page to a similar storyboard/inspo page location for another set of books I’ll be workin’ on.  

In the midst of that, I’ll be makin’ private side-blogs both there, and here, for each book that I’m workin’ on. I’m attempting to organize everything and it’s kinda pullin’ a lotta my time.  Sorry about all of that.

4) Still tryin’ to contact my gastro/radiology doc to talk about my gallbladder/stomach stuff and get all of my health crap figured out.  Still no news, cuz they keep puttin’ me on hold for over an hour and then hang up on me. *insert eye roll  here*

5) Meanwhile, I’m tearing down the walls of my daughter’s room, pullin’ up the carpet, will be reframing the interior walls, having foundation jackhammered and just... tryin’ not to lose my mind, pretty much.  On top of that, I gotta dig up the backyard and put in a stabilizing cement wall to keep erosion from happening with all this.  Good news is, we’re still under $10,000 USD with my guys takin’ the lead on this so... savin’ some money.  And with me doin’ internal and external demo myself, but... ya know.  Busy days.

Anyhow, that’s what’s up.  I’m still alive.  Just busy af and tryin’ to keep from goin’ batshit.  Lol!  I miss all y’all, but I’m not tryin’ to ignore anyone.  I promise.  I may still be just loadin’ the queue and likin’ a couple random posts here and there over the next few weeks, but I’ll do what I can, where I can.  I know, I still owe y’all with supportin’ your works and I still fully intend on keepin’ my word so... just wanna make sure y’all know I haven’t forgotten you.  Just been hella busy, is all.  

Love ya, my budlits!  Take care and stay safe.  I’ll check back when I can. <333

-Dax

@affaridicuore; @ionlyjoinedforboydholbrook; @grumpy-bucky; <- Love the name change, btw.  Lol!  @emeryfleming;  @maydearalexa; @sleepwithacommunist; @ithinkwehitametaphor; @cheesybadgers; @pajamasecrets; @a7estrellas; @woman-with-no-name; @vulnerablesnowman; @boydhoebrook. <- LOL!  YOU TOO!?  XD ...and if I don’t mention your url, but we’ve talked in IM’s, please poke me!  I’ll add you later.  Or if you’d like to be added to the tag list, please IM me and I’ll add you when I can, too.  I’m kinda in derp mode, cuz it’s almost 10pm and I gotta be up early to head out so... brain’s just kinda scrambled atm.  I know I’m forgettin’ people, but I cannot think for the life of me. 

[alittlequad]

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 FU𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒

RULES  :  TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER (or however many you wanna)

Relationship status:  I sleep diagonally across a double bed, make of that what you will. 

favorite color:  Navy blue! This is also my favourite colour to wear, I own so many navy blue hoodies!

lipstick or chapstick: chapstick! I wear as little make up as possible!

last song i listened to: You Broke Me First - Tate McRae

last movie i watched: I’m not 100% sure but I think it was The Holidate on Netflix. My sister begged me to watch a Christmas film with her so we chose that.

top three tv shows: I’m going to cheat and say my top three besides Good Girls. 

Grey’s Anatomy

One Tree Hill

Outlander

This was so difficult, I spend way tooo much time watching TV!

top three characters:  

Spencer Reid in Criminal Minds 

Christina Yang in Grey’s Anatomy

Klaus Mikaelson in The Originals

top three ships: 

Japril

Frary

I’m currently really into a pair of idiots that go by Beth and Rio

books i’m currently reading: 

One of us is Lying by Karen McManus

Stolen by Lucy Christopher

The Giver of Stars by Jojo Moyes

Tagged by: @bound2becharming

Tagging: @foxmagpie @pynkhues @jade-marie @bethrio @inyoursheets @sdktrs12 @sothischickshe @delicatelingon 

[alongingwithin]

@bound2becharming

It’s just me and you.

[musescomefrompain]

Ooc: it me! I mean... my hair is brighter pink at the moment... but close enough

https://picrew.me/image_maker/152665

Tagged by: @bound2becharming

Tagging: whoever would like to!

[bruisedxpetals]

My rules have been updated! The most important change is that as of November 2020, Delilah will be exclusively single shipped in any romantic or sexual settings only with the muses at @bound2becharming. I´m sorry if this offended prior partners, but it is a very personal decision that has taken a long time to come to fruition, and is what I feel most comfortable with on this blog. Thank you for being understanding. 

[keyandbeemagician]

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒

RULES  :  TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER (or however many you wanna)

relationship status.  Single as hell and not really all that happy about it at this point.   

favorite color.  Blue and silver

lipstick or chapstick.  chapstick

last song i listened to. Cruel World - Active Child (guess what I was watching and now crying over)

last movie i watched. “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire”

top three tv shows. 

The Magicians

Daredevil

The X-Files or Star Trek (number 3 is hard)

top three characters. 

Quentin Coldwater

Foggy Nelson

Data

top three ships.  

Queliot

Matt/Foggy

Spirk

books i’m currently reading.  re-reading Shades of Magic

Tagged by: @bound2becharming

Tagging: anyone! I love to get to know people

[affaridicuore]

@bound2becharming

“You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via thoughtkick)

[affaridicuore]

♒ - And because we're feelin' extra curious & had talked about t he possibility of these two, add one in there for Diesel, too. ;)

@bound2becharming​ ||  Send a ♒ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours! [ accepting ]

Generated number: 39. 

“We´re fucked.”

[houseofdax]

House of Dax - Intro

Ooc: Working on a project off and on today.  These boys are up and at ‘em and they’re gonna stay that way.  That bein’ said, my muses and I have decided to create something that we’ve dubbed our “House of Dax”.  You’ll see snippets come up off and on, starting with astrological readings/birth charts that’s gonna post today about the muses.  I’m gonna create a link for the stuff, maybe, to just add to my main page here.  That, or I’ll add a side blog for it all.  Not sure which yet.  

Basically, you’ll just get an inside view into my crazy.  LOL!  Welcome to our nuthouse!  We never said we were sane. *chuckles*  So what this is gonna be, is an open dialogue context of my muses just kickin’ it together.  It’s just them doin’ their thing in the house that I see in my head.  How they interact when it’s just all of these dudes and no one else around.  I may bring in NPC (extras) just for fun, but they’ll be random, brief, temporary interactions to throw into the mix that won’t stay.  They never do.

This is just an inside view into seein’ these guys goof off at will.  It’s them layin’ back to turn on the tv and check out what shows they watch, music they listen to, food they eat while hollerin’ at each other from the random rooms in the house.  Getting an inside view into them doin’ various things while they talk, joke around, even cuddle up together when they think no one else is around.  

These boys look at each other like brothers and they have a strange little family unit.  They gossip and talk about their relationships, gush over their girls and help each other out when shit goes south.  This is just these dudes and their bro time, pretty much.  Vicar, Wade, Matt, Wyatt, Zephyr, Jimmy, Diesel, all of them.  They’re all in here and they’re all quite a show to watch, lemme tell ya.  Granted, I will say this right the fuck now... there is NO nsfw/smut shit in here so get your head outta the gutter right now.  LOL!  These guys are for real family only.  There’s a heirarchy and it’s as follows:

Vic is like the Pops and Zephyr is his equal that everyone else sees like their uncle.  Wade and Matt are basically the big brothers that take the “second in command” role, but for the most part, they handle shit 24/7.  Vic and Zef step back most of the time, but they will take over when things go completely chaotic, cuz they can handle it.  Diesel’s like Matt’s adopted brother who’s the same age and then Wyatt and Jimmy are the younger brothers that they look after.  That’s just the dynamic these guys seem to take on.  

I figured I’d let them have their guy time and just sorta do their thing.  It’ll kinda keep them all at a more even keel.  I still need to write, but I don’t want to write in the roleplay community, nor do I wanna do fanfic so much.  This is more my own experiment and creation that I just thought would be fun to play with.  My guys wanna give it a whirl so... enjoy the show!

All I ask is that if you do reblog anything I let these guys post from the “House of Dax” is that you please credit me/my dudes from @bound2becharming - cuz this is kind of a unique creation.  It’s not roleplay/fanfic, but more of a dialogue journal/skit type of thing for my characters to interact with each other and is a type of therapy for myself.  Thank you in advance! 

-D.

[rexsjaigeyes]

Music Shuffle Challenge

I was tagged by @diegoluna-asian <3 thank you!

Rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to! Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people. No skipping!

Kill Your Heroes by AWOLNATION

Who Do You Love by The Chainsmokers & 5 Seconds of Summer

Windows by AWOLNATION

I Think We’re Alone Now by Tiffany

Seven Sticks of Dynamite by AWOLNATION

Want You Back by 5 Seconds of Summer

She by Harry Styles

Wanted by OneRepublic

No Shame by 5 Seconds of Summer

Rocket Man by Elton John

I like how I picked a playlist with 200+ songs but it still shuffled so many AWOLNATION and 5SOS songs together lmao

No pressure tagging: @ionlyjoinedforboydholbrook @sirianisrock @angelbbyy420 @sabinemorans @holbrook-boyd @bound2becharming @paniclana and whoever else wants to try this!

[ithinkwehitametaphor]

@ladydorian This is you and me being gay, doing crime!

Create a cute duck picrew here 

No pressure tagging: @yespolkadotkitty @songsformonkeys @bound2becharming @agirllovespancakes @dornish-queen @keeper0fthestars @chicken-nugget-puta