#my first post..haiii..waves waves waves

[mineodrin]

love this thing,, the Ray

[cherriicou]

thinking about jealous!lee chan who would make you ride him as punishment for catching other guys attention..

‘you can do better than that,’ chan drawls, hitting your ass harshly with one hand, the other placed nicely on his abs. lee chan was being so fucking mean, way different than his usual polite self.

‘mm trying,’ is all you can let out as you try to bounce yourself harder on top of him. pretty eyes watering and your thighs are burning from how long you’ve been fucking yourself on him :< you wanted to protest, tell him to stop being mean, but your hips did the exact opposite -- dragging his thick cock in and out of your soaked cunt, savoring the stretch that he's creating.

when it came to sex, chan always made sure you were pleased first. whether it was using his fingers or mouth, you were his top priority! but right now, all he could think about was how his ‘friend’ looked at you when you came to drop him off lunch.

it pissed him off. he watched as you left cutely in your dress, hips swaying while you waved goodbye to everyone. he noticed that guy giving extra attention to your ass, smiling at you and even daring to touch your arm before wishing you a nice day.

that’s when he went straight home after work, ready to have you put on a show from him. ‘channie, please.’ you weren’t even allowed to touch him, which made this whole situation so much more sufferable.

he tsks his tongue, shaking his head as he tries his best to not let out any embarrassing noises from how tight your cunt was strangling him.

he knew he was being an asshole— he was so turned on at the sight of your legs trembling. your pretty pussy leaking down his cock so perfectly, drenching him so fucking good.

‘do you really need my help, slut?’ he groans, finally placing his hands on your hips for the first time tonight. all you could do is nod frantically, too fucked out to even let out words. a small smirk lands on his face, looking up at your adorable pout as you continued to let out cute noises and ride.

you were so perfect for him, he knew that. despite that man's dirty thoughts, he knows you would only have eyes for him. but he just needed some reassurance, have you boost his ego a bit.

so that's why he hardens his grip on your hips, turns you around to land on your back and helps you out <3 his cock now at a different angle inside you, making both of you moan. 'let's see if you regret it,' he mutters. a gasp rips through your throat as he pushes your body down into the mattress, completely trapped beneath them.

'a-ah,' you're a blabbering mess :< but, chan just takes one of your legs over his shoulder, going deeper til he's literally abusing your cervix. a choked sob leaves your lips at his brutal pace and his grunts are only making you hornier, helping you take all that he's doing to you.

'fucking take it, god,' his tone is low, staring into your flushed out face. his hand goes down between you, long fingers reaching to your swollen pussy, 'go ahead and cum for me,' he already knew you were close, 'cum on my cock like a slut,' and your head goes dizzy.

a/n; haiii still in finals hell week, so here is another imagine of dino bc he's been on my mind lately... but after may, i will continue on with the older bf! svt series! promise :3 i do check my anon messages and have been writing whenever i can.. i just want them to perf so i wanna proof read before posting lol like this one is not proofread haha don't mind the mistakes

[chokifandom]

— the sun and moon

anaxa x f!reader, very worshippy, VERRRYY self indulgent like this is basically a self insert atp, reader is a painter, i use his full name so much it's actually disgusting, anaxagoras is an atheist

wc: 580

a/n: HAII haiii :3 first hyv post slinks away... it just had to be the man who freed me from my tumblr shadowban <3 terribly sorry bc this piece is so short but i haven’t written in a while and i’m very rusty so ! sorry to everyone who followed me for bllk LOLL i swr ill get back to it in a while..

kephale’s dawn shines on this city that is overlooked by cerces— the sun is gentle and the breeze leaves soft kisses on your skin, the air heavy with the thick scent of paint. a certain scholar is seated in front of you, an easel and a canvas separating the distance between you two. he observes the way your eyebrows knit together in concentration and follows the movements of your hands with his eye alone, not daring to move a single muscle.

“you are so cooperative, anaxagoras,” his name rolls on your tongue so smoothly; his breath hitches in his throat and he’s gone. it falls from your lips like a prayer and you would not hesitate to say it as many times as he asked it of you, and more. “thank you for being my muse.”

he would never forget the first time he acquainted himself with you. he had told you his name was anaxagoras, and you had called him exactly that— anaxagoras. you never shortened his name, not even once. this did not go unappreciated, but it also puzzled him. he wondered why you didn’t cut his name short for your convenience. “is your name not anaxagoras?” you asked, and he realised that day, that you would never reduce the identity of a being for something as irrelevant as convenience. after all, isn’t this what it is to love? the act of loving is to embrace and accept, something that takes a painstaking amount of effort, and yet you make it seem as easy as breathing.

and for this, anaxagoras comes to believe that a love as pure and simple as yours must be protected at all costs, and so he pours his devotion into you. he chooses to place his faith in you, because you are more real and tangible and more loving than the idea of god could ever be— because you inspire him to take pride in the universe that resides within his soul. with you, he feels no need to change something so integral to the core of his being.

many thought the two of you to be an… odd pair, to say the least— a painter akin to a free spirited bird, a lover of everything in this world, with a scholar, one so guarded and stand-offish, at that! they frequently threw looks of pity your way every time that you were seen with him, but you would simply laugh and wave them off. 

if anaxagoras didn’t know better, he would wholeheartedly believe that you were derived from the sun, its radiance bubbling over and spilling into your every step, every word, every laugh. and if you were the sun, then anaxagoras supposes that he would be the moon. he is blunt, defensive and contrarian with his logic, everything that you are not— and yet, your existences fit with each other’s like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. it is not despite, but as a result of this fact.

anaxagoras does not believe in the concept of fate. everything that has come to be in this world is a consequence of action by all the beings who have and will continue to exist in it, and that includes the unlikely relationship between you and him that had occurred against all odds. it is not a mere coincidence, but a series of wilful steps that have led up to this moment where you are putting down his likeness on the canvas.

[janecea8]

hiii haiii hi ray im waving at you yet again

im not here to request a hc or anything i just wanna say i really like your art AND writing, ur super talented hope you have a good dayy :3

OH BUTTT I WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT UR MC HE SEEMS SO COOL thank you for the meal

HEYY HII HELLO!!! thank uu so muchhh omg, im so glad u like my works!! that means A LOT TO ME ACTUALLY, have a great day too!!<3

OHH AND IF U DON'T MIND MY TALKING ABOUT MY RAY-RAY...

First of all,I created him completely by accident. but i liked him, and i got him a name because of his hair!! they look like made of gold so he's last name is Golden. and then I just decided to make a play on words - he is literally the Golden Ray, what a sunny kid.

Ray is actually a little bit of a gambling guy! he knows how to play a couple of card games. and it is also easy to force him to do something, saying that he is too weak to do this. Ray will prove otherwise (with one broken leg and finger lol)

so far practically everyone likes Qiu or Tamarack, but Ray really likes Ren already from step 1! his childhood crush will continue as he grows up. but he is so embarrassed in front of Darren in step 1 that his attempts to say something look something like this:

he also loves origami and in his room there is a whole knight's equipment made of paper :3 he's a silly

I’ll say right away that my oc has such hair because he's bi-racial (if u don't mind)

thank you for your interest in my MC!! Someday I’ll definitely write a separate work about him, but I don’t know if I’ll post it...

If you're still reading this, have a nice day!

[intricatemelo]

haiii!

i’m melo. i’ve been around this community for over 3 years but always just been lurking as an anon.

but i finally just made a blog to post my thoughts and feelings regarding the ccs i mainly watch! (that being tommyinnit, molly melinks, tubbo, coy piso & f1nn5ter)

i’m sure there will be talk about other people as well like averageharry and maxggs, etc. but i thought i should make it clear from the off who this blog is MAINLY about.

just to give some context as to what my relationship with these ccs are like i’m gonna give you a little rundown on them:

tommyinnit: been an inniter since november 2020. not as invested in him nowadays as i perhaps was previously but i still keep up with it all! this being due to a combination of tommy himself stepping back from content and focusing on his ”comedy” career and the fandom over time getting smaller and less interesting.

molly melinks: i watch every stream! mostly vods because i’m terrible at watching stuff live. i really love her and find her adorable :3

tubbo: tubbo has basically been my ”secondary” streamer ever since i got into the fandom almost 4 years ago. I definitely watch more content from tubbo nowadays than i do tommy, but thats mostly due to tommy barely making shit. it should be added that i dont really particularly care for solo tubbo streams but i LOVE him in group settings. i’m a HUGE tubbiso shipper which should be noted and i’ve been on that wave since they first originally met in early 2023. obviously i love clingyduo, him and molly, etc as collaborators as well :p

coy piso: i’m actually quite an og piso viewer, i started watching him back when him and caiti were best friends and did tons of collabs. his real name wasnt eve known at the time! it completely blew my mind when coy and tubbo became besties because it was like my 2 mcyt worlds collided. again i ship/truth coy and tubbo heavily, so expect tons of delusions and copium.

f1nn5ter: been a f1nn viewer since 2021, my interest intensified extremely last year when he met his girlfriend (ashley/icky) and they became an ”on-screen couple.” since then i haven’t missed a single piece of content and i think its fair to say i’ve been obsessed lmao.

feel free to send asks, partake in my delusions, and talk about any chosen topic at hand! this blog is mostly just for me to ramble and just post whatever thoughts i have at the time about whatever cc i mention, but i’ll happily respond to asks and talk about other topics as well :)

[stephaniedola]

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals, if you want!

also waves at you. haiii

HIHIHI

alright leggo

.....im shuffling my rashmi/"ajay" playlist

Love The Way You Lie - Eminem ft. Rihanna

I Never Came - Queens of the Stone Age

Hollow Moon (Bad Wolf) - AWOLNATION

Broken - Killstation

Weak - AJR

[the-untamed-obsession]

AAA- Changes of Regret h u r t-!! It was so good,,, qwq If it's alright, may I request the reader being brought back to life post Guanyin Temple? Kinda like a continuation but our poor Xichen finally gets some sort of happiness. Stay safe!<3

Haiii!! I kinda couldn’t resist 😅 I hope you like it! It’s longer than the original!

Side note: Alessia and Scarlett are my OCs! They’re my good ocs ^w^

PART 1 HERE

Word count: 2.4k

Changes of Regret II

“It’s here.” The blue-haired woman mentioned as she tapped on a headstone. There were small wisps around her that lit up the extremely dark cemetery. “(Y/n)’s buried here.”

“Thank you, Alessia.” Scarlett spoke as she touched the large headstone. She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and smiling. Both women stood back as Alessia waved her hands, causing a burst of energy to destroy the headstone and creating a large opening right above the coffin.

With her magic, Alessia was able to lift the coffin out of its grave and placed it on the ground. She tore the top off, allowing Scarlett to look inside. Her gentle green eyes scanned your features before a smile appeared on her face.

“Perfect.” Reaching down, Scarlett’s hand touched your chest, a golden glow starting to emit from the touch. It glowed brighter and brighter, outshining the wisps Alessia had. The said mage watched from behind, ready to help in case anything went wrong.

Scarlett had been practicing Necromancy for a long while and her ultimate goal was to revive a corpse to its original form. She wanted no negative effects of the summoning which were prone to happen due to the nature of such rituals.

The glow finally started to dim, transferring to Scarlett’s eyes instead. The light was almost blinding in the final moments of the spell. Finally, she pulled away and watched you; Alessia joining seconds later.

“Did it work?” The mage inquired as the two stared down at your form. Your fingers twitched before your eyes shot open, glowing a bright pink before returning to their normal color.

“Yes. It worked.”

***

It had been about two years since you were brought back from the dead. The entirety of that time was given to Scarlett as she took care of you while you recovered. There had been two main problems with being brought to life. One unexpected side effect with bringing someone back to life was the healing process. Yes, even you needed to heal.

The typical healing time depended on the person. Children often took four to five years to fully heal, while adults took one to two. Your healing process lasted a little over a year and a half. You learned how to walk, talk, eat, and co-exist with others. Although it seemed rather simple, you had a very hard time readjusting.

The other problem was the lack of memories. As you started to heal, you realized you knew nothing of the past. Not one memory surfaced the entire time. Alessia had promised once you were fully healed and ready to go, she’d help bring them back. Until then, you only knew one thing. Your name.

Currently, you and Scarlett were making your way to Alessia. You had been fully healed for about three days now and as promised, Alessia wanted to help recover your memories. The walk from Scarlett’s home to Alessia’s was a little over five minutes.

“We’re here.” Scarlett announced, as she entered the home. She never knocked but her friend never seemed to care. Alessia came out and greeted you two with a bright smile.

“Today’s the big day! Are you excited?” You mirrored her smile and nodded, letting her lead you into another room. Scarlett waited outside, knowing this was private matters, and although she was like your mother this entire time, she knew some things were just too personal.

You laid down on the bed that Alessia had prepared while she sat down on the chair beside you.

“Close your eyes and clear your mind.” She instructed as she held her hands over your form. You obeyed her and did your best to not think of anything. Warmth wrapped around your form and your mind started to feel fuzzy. You felt so tired… almost as if you were about to fall asleep. You wanted to warn Alessia, but found yourself too exhausted to do so.

Instead, you fell into a deep slumber. It took a few seconds before you felt your feet hit the ground and when you opened your eyes, you found yourself in an unrecognizable garden. There were many small wisps flying around, some even twirling and dancing around you. You giggled and reached out to touch them, when a particular wisp flew up to you.

It felt so… familiar. To the point where you’d forgotten about the others and followed where it attempted to lead you. You followed it through the garden and to a large door. It was connected to nothing, just a doorframe in the middle of the pathway. The wisp stopped at the door handle and you assumed it wanted you to walk through.

You followed its instructions, entering a forest. As you followed down the path with the wisp, you saw small visions. Were… these your memories?

“Wei Wuxian! Nice to meet you!”

“I’m (y/n)! It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, young master Wei.”

That… was Wei Wuxian. Your best friend… someone you’d give your life for. Literally. You walked up to his transparent figure, his smiling bringing a sense of nostalgia and melancholy to your heart.

The wisp garnered your attention once more and led you further down the path, where you saw another vision.

“You must be (y/n), it’s nice to meet you.”

“Y-you’re Lan Xichen! One of the Twin Jades of Lan!”

His humble chuckle sent a wave of butterflies through your stomach. His handsome smile made your cheeks light up, but his voice made your heart ache. Why? What happened?

You followed the wisp further into the forest, coming upon yet another vision. This… was Wei Wuxian. He seemed… different from the first vision. Why… were you guarding him?

“Stay back!”

“Get away from him, (y/n)! He’s the Yiling Patriarch!”

“I… I know. But I won’t allow you to hurt him!”

What? Who was the Yiling Patriarch? As you thought that, your mind answered your own question. He became the Yiling Patriarch when he was thrown into the Burial Grounds, where he’d go on to invent Demonic Cultivation.

Why… did you defend him?

You placed a hand on your chest and closed your eyes, seeking the answer. No less than two seconds later, you had it.

Loyalty.

You and Wei Wuxian were fiercely loyal to each other. No matter what, Wei Wuxian always protected you and you protected him. You stood by his side, no matter what. Even when Lan Wangji had started to question him, even when he abandoned the Yunmeng Jiang Clan, even when he’d accidentally killed Jin Zixuan, when he’d ultimately lost control of Wen Ning, you were always there to help him. In turn, no matter what, Wei Wuxian strived to keep you safe and sound.

Then what happened? Why did you hurt like this? You knew you died for him… but what happened?

As you continued to follow the wisp, you came across another vision.

“Don’t do this, (y/n)!” Lan Xichen begged, but you’d looked away.

“I’m sorry. I’ve made up my mind. I’m staying with Wei Wuxian… goodbye.”

You watched your transparent figure leave and when you looked at Lan Xichen, you felt your heart shatter. The look of pure agony and pain in his eyes as he watched you leave brought everything back.

That’s right. You’d abandoned your boyfriend because your loyalty to Wei Wuxian was stronger. You knew you’d hurt him, but at the same time you felt he understood. It still hurt to think about.

The further down the path you went, the more memories you unlocked. Towards the end, you found the same door you did at the beginning. The wisp touched the handle and you reached out to touch it. Instead of it walking you through, however, it vanished. You looked back at the forest with solemn eyes before walking through the door.

Who knew your past had been so lonely and broken?

***

“You’re awake.” You blinked to get the haze out of your eyes before looking at Alessia. “Did you recover all your memories?” You nodded as certain memories rushed back at you. Already, your cheerful demeanor had been crushed.

“Did… you see?”

“No, I can’t. I can just help bring them back… but I can tell from your face it wasn’t pretty.” You shook your head and sat up.

“I… have to go see someone. Now.”

“Ok, let’s go.” With that, you three were off. You knew exactly where to go and you hoped he was still there. Your Xichen. It was a long journey, one where you contemplated turning back numerous times. You were scared. What would he say? What would he do? What… would happen to him?

It had been about three years since your death, added with the two years from the recovery period, you had been “dead” for five years. How was Xichen now? Did he move on? Was he married? There had been so much that had happened and the way you died without being able to tell him everything you wanted sent a deep sense of regret through you. But you wouldn’t quit. No, you would see him and you would explain everything to him.

If by the end of it he wanted you to disappear and never return, you would do so. If he wanted you to stay, you would do so. You’d only hoped it would end well and that all of your worries were just that.

“We’re here.” Scarlett announced as she stopped. You three stood at the base of the mountain, one that was so familiar to you even though you hadn’t seen it in your new life. You remembered many memories here, but only one stuck out at you.You looked at the two women behind you who gave you a supportive smile.

“Go on. We’ll be here when you get back.” Alessia smiled, with a little wave.

“Take care and don’t be scared.” Scarlett added, patting your head. You gave them a bright smile and nodded before running off up the stairs. You couldn’t wait any longer. You had to see him.

***

Xichen sat at the table, his eyes glancing over the letter he’d been sent a few days ago. It had been expressing concerns about recent events that had taken place nearby, all relating to demonic activity. He sighed, feeling the stress build up. The paper slipped from his hand and fell onto the ground, but he didn’t care to pick it up.

He stared out the window, seeing a cloud rolling by. Immediately, his mind left from his current concerns and to some fantasy world. He daydreamed about you often. Even now, years later, nothing had changed. Xichen was the same mess as before. He was clumsy, unable to concentrate on anything, and often had to be forced to do any work. Even then, any progress he made was either painstakingly slow or none at all.

Xichen had given up all efforts in trying to heal. He didn’t care. He didn’t want to get better, he didn’t want to move on, he didn’t want to try and become what he used to be. He wanted you and nothing else, unfortunately, he couldn’t have you.

He barely registered the door opening, someone walking in, and sitting down in front of him. He just stared off into the distance as your smiling face came into his mind. He did his best to remember you, never wanting to face the day where he couldn’t recall what you’d looked like.

Finally, a hand waved in front of his face, making him blink back into reality. He sighed and looked at the person in front of him. At the sight, he was immediately startled.

You sat there with a look of concern on your face. You moved a little closer, slowly in fear of him moving away, but he didn’t react at all.

“Are you ok, Xichen?” You… sounded exactly the same.

He’d lost it. Xichen had officially lost it and now he was hallucinating. Great, as if he couldn’t get any worse. But… was that so bad? He’d lost interest in life the day you left him, so what did it matter now?

At least now it felt like you were here, that you were real. When you smiled at him, his heart fluttered like never before. He reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheeks. They were warm.

“(y/n)...” he murmured as he looked over your features repeatedly. If you were a hallucination then that meant you’d disappear soon. He had to make sure he studied every inch of your face before you left him again.

“Xichen… you’ve given up.” You whispered, making him look away shamefully.

“I… don’t care. I don’t want anything. I don’t care for anything. I just needed you.” This is what you’d done to him. You’d taken a powerful, kind, graceful man and turned him into… nothing. Although it wasn’t on purpose, you couldn’t help but feel responsible. Both of you had made mistakes, but this was never the outcome you’d imagined.

You knew Xichen never blamed you, he just wasn’t like that. You were positive even now he didn’t blame you. But you blamed yourself. Someone needed to be held responsible for this...

“I’m here now,” you said, taking his face in your hands, “I’m back so I want you to come back too. I want you to be the same as you were before.” He shook his head with a sad smile.

“You’re not back. You’re… just a hallucination. You’ll disappear and it’ll be like I lost you all over again.”

“I’m real! Look!” You took his hand and placed it on your chest, where he could feel your heart beating. That was… odd. He must’ve really lost it if you were this real.

However, his negative thoughts were crushed when he heard the door open. In ran his brother, Lan Wangji, who stared at you with wide eyes.

“(Y/n)...” he whispered as he fell to his knees beside you. He took you by the shoulders and stared at you with pure shock. “You’re alive… you’re actually alive.” He looked at his brother who seemed to be just as surprised. Up until now, he hasn’t even considered the idea of you actually being alive. He genuinely believed he had gone crazy.

“It’s r-real?” The broken question pained your heart but you nodded. Lan Wangji nodded too, confirming the “hallucination” was indeed real.

“I’m real, Xichen. I’m real.” Almost instantly, you were taken into his arms and he held you so tightly. You had many questions about what had happened since your death, but they could wait until later.

Right now, you two just needed… this. You needed to be close to each other. Especially Xichen. He needed to be reminded that you were actually here and that you wouldn’t leave him again.

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

FFT: Hurt Me So Good

Hey, haiii. First of all, I am so v.v sorry it took forever to actually get this posted. I hope you forgive me. Secondly, I have... not one fuckin clue where exactly this came from, maybe lack of sleep? I don’t know how to feel about it, either, like I wanna like it and I lowkey wanna know if it was going somewhere but at the same time, I wanna kick my own ass for writing this out to begin with.... But I hope you enjoy reading it because whew, friend. It is a trip. A strange -and lowkey kinda cute, trip.

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“I just don’t think I can keep doing this, okay? I know it’s just a fling to you.” I reached down to pick up MJF’s shirt off the floor, tossing it towards him. I knew what I was about to say was a mistake and yet, I couldn’t stop myself from saying it. “I love you.” 

The second it left my mouth and I saw the expression on his face change and go colder, I knew I’d fucked up royally. And my stomach sank because it really sank in then. I wasn’t special to MJF. I wouldn’t ever be special to him, either.  There was a good reason this was so easy for him. I was just another notch in the bedpost and the three words I’d just said were the nail in the coffin for us. I sighed quietly and shook my head as I stood, tugging up my jeans and grabbing for my t-shirt.

When he didn’t respond, I really knew we were done. I knew that as far as I went, I couldn’t just keep coming back to him. The only thing he offered was sex and I couldn’t just be happy with that. I’d never be happy with only that.

“Maybe you should forget my number.” I muttered as I shoved past him and stepped out into the hallway, walking down to the elevator. Through blurry eyes, I made my way down the hall, stopping at the elevator. I jammed my finger into the down button until I heard the elevator coming up the shaft and almost as soon as it opened, I hurried on, sitting down on the floor, leaning my head against my knees. 

The next thing I knew, I was being prodded in the shoulder by a very drunken Jon Moxley. I looked up at him through a curtain of hair and he eyed me in complete confusion, swaying a little as he stood there. “The hell is wrong with ya, down on the floor and cryin and shit?”

“It’s dumb. I’m dumb.” I barely managed to mumble. I didn’t even want to admit just how stupid I’d been because if I did, it’d just make the whole thing ten million times more humiliating. I was the one who said I could handle no strings. I was the one who set the whole thing in motion. And then, against my better judgement and everything I knew about MJF, stupidly went and let myself believe that maybe he felt something for me.

“Don’t say that. Shit.” Mox’s accent was heavier when he drank. The guy reeked of booze and cigarettes and honestly, I wasn’t entirely sure why he was being nice to me, either. I eyed him warily as he proceeded to flop himself down on the floor of the elevator and lean his head back against the wall.

I honestly figured he’d pass out and leave me to my misery. Instead, he spoke up again. “MJF’s a fuckin douche.”

“Oh trust me, I know.”

“Ya not the first girl he’s pulled that shit on.”

I glanced over at Mox, a brow raised and he shrugged. “Gets a kick out of seein how many chicks he can screw and screw over. Fuckin p-pisses me off cos he’s always braggin and shit backstage.”

I tried to act neutral, pretend what Mox was saying wasn’t getting to me just a little. I don’t think I did that good at hiding the fact that it did and it hurt, because Mox was staring at me intently, almost as if he were in deep thought. Or he wanted to say something but he was holding back for whatever reason.

He offered me the bottle in his hand and I eyed it, then him, finally shrugging and shotgunning the whiskey. I winced at the burn as it climbed down my throat and settled in my gut. Then I drank a little more. Mox snickered and reached for the bottle, shaking his head. “Can’t have ya throwin up all over me, woman.” 

“I can handle my liquor.”

He snorted in disbelief and I took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of my nose to keep my patience. This was the Mox I was used to. Baiting me and taunting me at every turn, talking down to me like he knew me too damn well. Patronizing me. “Sure ya can, princess. This ain’t that Cristal shit.”

“You do realize you barely know me, right?”

“I know ya well enough to know ya fell right into Friedmann’s fuckin trap.” he shook his head and muttered something under his breath.

“What’d you say, Mox?”

“I said, I thought you were smarter.” Mox repeated himself, holding my gaze as he bit his lip and leaned in really close. I leaned in a little, giving in to the giggle fit when it came. “What? You going to kiss me, Mox?”

“What if I was, huh? Afraid you’d like it, princess?” Mox taunted. I swallowed hard and grumbled, pulling back slightly. Mox pretended to pout. The elevator came to a stop on his floor and he stood, lingering in the door long enough to look back at me and smirk.

“You get ready for a real man, princess… One who will gladly give ya everything you want and need... You know where to find me, right?” he had a teasing gleam in his eyes as he stared down at me, gaze roaming over my body slowly, almost as if he were fucking me with his eyes. I felt my thighs clench ever so slightly, even if I tried to ignore it at the time.

I laughed and shook my head, waving my hands at him. “You’re drunk Mox, go to your room.”

He chuckled and winked as he stepped off the elevator and the remainder of the floor I had left to go, I sat there trying to work out what Mox had been trying to say.

Because I got the distinct feeling that in everything he admitted just then, there was something so much deeper. 

And maybe, if I were going to hurt… I wanted a different kind of pain. Somehow, I got the distinct feeling that Jon Moxley would hurt me in the best ways possible. 

I’d rather be wrecked. Utterly obliterated… than feel nothing at all.

[libraryofawiccan]

𝕣𝕖𝕡 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕪⁣⁣⁣ @etherealcuriousities #etherealcuriousitiesrep ⁣⁣⁣ •──── ☽⛾☾ ────•⁣ ⁣⁣⁣ » haiii @etherealcuriousities / @justmywayofthinking - I'm so excited to have my profile back in time to enter your rep search! let's dive on in, buckle up, its gonna be a wild ride. ⁣⁣⁣ » so first of all, a big yo and hello *waves enthusiastically*, i'm Jana, but you knew that. I'm the book witch of the north, hailing from Ontario, Canada. i'm a thirty-something year old wife, petmum to four rescues, author, book blogger/reviewer, caffeine queen, twitch streamer, and practicing wiccan with a love of candles, coffee mugs, bookmarks, art, and all things cozy, spooky, and bookish. my favourite fandoms range from Daughter of Smoke and Bone/Strange the Dreamer, to Young Power Series, Sabrina, Friends, The Grishaverse, and more. If I keep naming, we'll be here forever. ⁣ » why I think I would be a good fit for your rep team? First, supporting small business is so important to me and it would be my absolute honour to to share your work with everyone I know and even those I don't - hashtags and posting to multiple social sites I run would assist with that! i feel my dark/moody/high contrast theme works well to showcase your products front and center with the most detail and definition I can muster. i'd also love to feature your shop/candles on my twitch stream! as a small shop owner myself, I know the importance of getting your name out to as many different people and I'd love to direct traffic your way. After i'm done gushing about your shop, i'd love to help curate new scent profiles for candles and fandoms to showcase in your shop. let's create some curiousities together! ⁣⁣⁣ » thank you for reading my long-winded, rambling entry. i talk a lot when I'm excited. i'm so hyped at the opportunity to join your team and get to know you. i'm wishing you all of the best of luck in making your decision on your search. to all other entrants, may the odds be ever in your favour!⁣ ⁣⁣⁣ •──── ☽⛾☾ ────•⁣ #repsearch #etherealcuriousities #bookishshop #bookstagram #bookishfeed (at Cozy Cabin in the Woods) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPCdOZDLbAk/?utm_medium=tumblr