#I'm hooked now 👁️👁️

[ghoulphile]

ur user really makes me think about the idea that Coop really likes teasing you for finding him hot. Mumbling in your ear " you fuck all ghouls or just me, sweetheart?" or reaally liking when he makes you gasp "ghoul" when you cum on his dick. Something about corruption kinks, that he loves the idea of turning someone into a proper wastelander

i- 👁️👄👁️ i have never felt so called out in my goddamn life

... especially if at first you used to recoil from him, did your best not to touch him, etc. and maybe - just maybe - he taunted and teased you for months, a slow seduction if you will. using his charm to butter you up, get you comfortable.

eventually your breath started to catch when he crowded close, a smirk tugging at his lips while you, wide-eyed, waited to see what he'd do only to be disappointed as he backed off. then you started trying to sneak little brushes of his bare hands when he wasn't wearing gloves.

he kept pressing the boundaries, testing - and breaking - your limits. until finally you can't take it anymore, crumbling under the sexual tension that's been building for weeks - months.

you don't recoil from him anymore, in fact, you lean into him, mouth hungry and hands greedy, plastering yourself against him as much as possible; scrambling into his lap and trying to grind on his dick as you seek out his lips.

only he keeps his hands to himself, chuckles at how cute you look all desperate and teary-eyed. lets you sit with that rejection until you quietly ask if he doesn't want you, if you read the signs wrong.

lets the silence drag out before reaching up to cup your cheek and brush his scarred thumb over your lips, tracking the flutter of your lashes, the needy pucker of your mouth as you lean into the touch, tongue flicking across the pad of his fingertip.

"well now, ain’t this interestin'. you damn near yacked the first time i touched you, and now you can't get enough. so which is it? i'm gettin' all kinds of confused."

"i - i," your hands bite into the meat of his shoulders, "oh god, please, just - just do something, anything! i can't take it anymore."

"what would the vaulties think of you now, huh? pantin' like a bitch in heat for a ghoul." his dark eyes glint in the low light of the campfire, hellfire dancing in their depths as he tsks. "you really want my dick so bad you'd let me do whatever i wanted, wouldn't you, sweetheart?"

a filthy rush of shame-lust-arousal blooms to life behind your navel; a hook that sinks deep and tugs so hard your thighs clench around his hips. your nails drag over the ragged cloth of his jacket as you squirm, eyes flicking off to the side.

"uh huh," he says, tapping your cheek firmly. "none of that. you look me in the face and you answer me - i ain't askin' twice."

tears cling to your lashes when you turn back, your lower lip pulled tight between your teeth. tremors work their way through your shoulders, down your arms, ending in the jittery caress of your fingers along his neck.

"i want..." you swallow, tongue glued to the roof of your mouth as your throat clicks against itself. "i want y-your dick."

a roguish grin slices across his face, all teeth as he says, "you better work for it then, darlin'. gotta show me you deserve it first."

[moongothic]

MY BLANKET OF DARKNESS HAS BEEN COMPLETED

✨👁️✨ I AM SO COZY NOW ✨👁️✨

So I started working on this blanket around June of 2022. Got like, maybe half-way through the blanket and then the yarn I needed for the blanket went out of stock at my local yarn shop. Now I didn't know the yarn would be completely unavailable for like 6 months (until the stop closed permanently), so I just kept on waiting, hoping for it to come back in stock-- but it never did, so in January I finally looked online if I could find the yarn elsewhere and I did, I got the yarn I needed, and finished the blanket. So it kinda took me 6 months to make this blanket but also not

What made this blanket a truly exciting and fun project for me is that this has been the first blanket I actually made for myself and designed for myself. Like I've enjoyed every single blanket project I've had so far, but having a blanket that's Just For Me is just. It's nice

I originally planned the granny squares out digitally because I wanted to have a fun pattern of different granny squares, something that wouldn't be too busy looking and was carefully planned, and here's what I came up with

I had two versions of the square pattern, one with moon phases right in the middle of it and another without them. I do like how the moon version looked and part of me kinda regrets not making that one, but I'm not sure the moons would have really gone well with the eyes... So I did go with the first version

(Sidenote, it's not on the pattern above but I added extra rows of just black squares at the top and bottom of the blanket, so there's two rows of black instead of just one)

(Sidenote 2, although I knew I wanted the blanket to be mostly black from the begining, I wasn't entirely sure what accent color I wanted to use, it really was depending on what colors the shop had available. Like I used yellow as kind of a default color since it worked nice with the stars and eyes, but I could've gone with some other color too. In the end, because I didn't like the color options for the yarn at the shop I ended up going with a yellow anyways) (Also I tested out a reverse color version with the pastel purple and white base and no eyes, just for funsies, it looks kinda neat)

But yeah, that's how the planning of the blanket went.

The blanket is made of 231 squares in total, 11x21 rows. 186 of the squares are plain black, the rest are patterned. The star squares were the worst to make because of how many strands of yarn I had to weave in, 0/10, would not reccommend.

I used the Cedro 100% wool yarn (reccomended hook size 5, 50g=100m), and it took me about 38 balls of yarn to finish the blanket (including crocheting all the squares together and doing a single round of double crochet around the blanket to finish it off)

This is literally all the yarn I have left from this blanket; one untouched ball of black and three partially used balls.

I gotta admit.

I'm kind of shocked by the size of the blanket. Like I very carefully measured it to make it the exact size to fit my bed, and it fits perfectly. But I'm still kinda shocked how big it is. (Which is why I didn't make the border of the blanket any bigger, even though I could've with the yarn I have)

Also

It's HEAVY

Like, of course it's heavy, it's 100% wool and thick, but MAN I didn't expect it lmao

But that kind of makes it perfect for cold winters especially, it's super warm and the weight makes it cozy- like who needs a weighted blanket when you can have one of these lmao

Now I just need to figure out how to protect the blanket from being covered in my white cat's hair...

[fuckmyskywalker]

— CHULO BY BAD GYAL IS SO ANAKIN CODED I CAN'T EVEN EXPLAIN IT HOLY SHITTTTTTT

I'm legit thinking mafia Anakin 👁️

Sitting at the VIP zone in one of the many bars he owns, with his legs spread on the couch and with a cigar in his hand (one of those cuban puros), and a golden chain dangling from his neck. He keeps you sitting on his thigh with the tightest, shortest dress money with your head resting on his shoulder, inhaling the scent of his Baccarat cologne, while he has his free hand on your ass and glares at everyone who bothers to even look at you. He will call himself daddy or even "papi" if you speak Spanish 🤌🏻.

People say he is crazy and they are not exactly wrong. He is more than a drug dealer, he owns half of the city by now and he is not stopping until every dollar ends up in his bank account... or under his bed in large black bags.

He has your name tattooed with blank ink on his chest, and he keeps his shirt unbuttoned so people can see it. Anakin loves to let people know you are as taken as he is. You also have his name tattooed, perhaps on your thigh, on your lower back, or under your boob.

He whispers the most filthy things to your ear as he presses the blunt against your lips watching you inhale the smoke:

"You are exquisite but you sure now how to move that body of yours..."

"You have all the qualities to be my pretty woman."

"Don't get involved in daddy's business, dollface. It's not worth it— do you remember that dress you wanted last week?..."

Anyone can read the hunger and lust he feels for you from miles away. It's not a secret that Anakin' Skywalker's mistress has him wrapped around her pretty legs, under her spell and hooked as if you were the dealer and he was the poor man who needs his fix.

And he will fuck you in that couch, making you ride him and flash everyone your tight pussy that belongs to him— so everyone can know Anakin Skywalker's girl is off limits.

[yanderelovlies]

Tis' me 👁️👁️ May I request nsfw of Sunny Day Jack x fem virgin!reader who hasn't dated anyone before they met Jack?

Us rn

I got you lovely

🔪THIS FIC IS 18+ MINORS, AND AGLESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED🔪

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You've never brought it up before hand. It just never seemed relevant....well until now that is. As he loomed above you, and his arms and legs caging your body between him and the bed.

Your face like it was on fire as you squirmed around. "J....jack." your voice was above a whisper, but Jack seemed to catch it as he tilted his head.

"Is this okay sunshine?"

You nodded frantically not meeting his eyes. "Y-yes! .....it's just..." Jack waited patiently till you were able to collect all your thoughts. "I've never been...with anyone....before this..."

His eyes widened before they started sparkling and a grin came across his face. You were pure just for him. Untouched by the horrible outside world.

He was so excited by the news he didn't if it was alright if he kissed you he just did, and boy was it heated.

He licked you lips asking for entrance, and we you allowed him access his tongue wasted no time exploring his new territory.

You weren't sure how long the kissed at last, but you knew it felt too short. As he pulled away a string of saliva was all that connected you two. "Oh......sunshine....I'm so honored to be your first."

His lips didn't stay away from you long as they attached to neck and made his way down. He made quick work of your shirt tossing it somewhere unknown to the both of you.

"So....beautiful...so....pure. Just for me."

His kisses trailed down from your neck down to collar bone before stopping at your chest. He didn't bother asking if he could remove your bra. In one swift movement he moved his hand to the clasp in the back, unhooked it, and tossed the bra behind him.

"Untouched by everyone....but me."

He took your left nipple into his mouth while hand massaged the right. You began to grind against him as you let out a soft whimper. His bite down on you nipple leaving a mark before switching to the other one giving it the same treatment.

His hands run down your sides, and hook on to your pants. He left another bite on your breast before lifting himself up to look at you. He bites his lip, and rut his hips into yours at the sight of his mark on you. Feeling his patience run thin he stripped you of your pants and panties in one motion.

"Your even prettier then I ever could have imagined my sunspot."

You were able to make a response as he began kissing down your abdomen, and down you already soaked pussy.

"J-jack....!"

"I know....sunspot....I got you."

He licked a long strip against your folds send a jolt through your spine, but before you could recover he was already devouring you like a man starved. Not sure where to put your hands, they flew to the bed sheets squeezing them for dear life as your hips bucked into his mouth. Using his hand he held your hips down as he began sucking on that sweet clit of yours. 

Your moans only grew in volume as your hips fought against his hold. This however did not deter him as began to lightly nibble on the pearl before leaving a sweet kiss, and pulling away slightly. As you let out whine you felt his tongue begin to enter you. 

It felt weird, but not unpleasant and yet somehow not enough. You wiggled your hip almost riding his tongue as you tried to get more friction. One of his hands let go of your hips as it came around, and began rubbing circles on your clit sending your mind spiraling.

You could feel something building up with every wiggle of his tongue. Something was close to bursting, and you weren't sure if it was a good or bad thing. Almost alarmed, your hand flew to Jack's trying weakly to pull him away.

“J-jack…somethings…!”

You didn't get to finish your sentence as a white hot pleasure washed over you, and a loud high pitched moan felt your lips. Not wanting to over stimulate you on your first time he pulls away licking his lips. His thumbs rubbed smoothing circles on your hips as he let you catch your breath.

“Are you okay sunshine?” Not able to find your voice you nodded, but he wasn't having any of that.“I need you to speak up, Sunspot. I need to hear you.”

You let out a whine as your eyes met his. You knew he wasn't gonna let up till you did what he wanted. So with nothing above a whisper you responded “Y-yes….i'm okay Jack.”

He smiled as his hands ran up your side comfortingly. “Would you like to continue?”

Oh….that part. You shrinked into yourself a bit at the thought. What if you weren't enough? You would be able to please him like he has for you this far?

“You will always be enough for me Sunshine.”

When you looked over to him his shirt was already off as he was working on the buckle of his pants. With the buckle now off, and his pants hanging loosely sound his waist he placed his hand on your thigh. His eyes met your silently asking for permission to continue. Something in you knew you could trust his words so with a shaky breath you gave him permission to continue.

Not wanting to waste anymore time his pants, and boxers were off in a flash giving you a good look at his dick. 

Truthfully seeing it made you more nervous than before. He was HUGE! That THING was supposed to fit into you?!

Feeling your nervousness he rubbed your thighs soothingly as. “I’ll take it slow, and if it hurts too much we will stop. Is that okay with you sunspot?”

“...Yes”

He smiled softly before looking down briefly so it would be easier to guide his dick to your entrance. You could feel his tip part open your lower lips, as it inched closer to your entrance until it finally caught. Before continuing his hands moved back to your hips to ground the two of you. Once he did you could feel him entering you inch by grueling inch. You've never felt so full in your life.

Little less the halfway in Jack stops allowing you to adjust to him, and to check you. “A-are…..you okay…sunshine?” 

You nodded your head trying not to focus on the pain. “You're doing so…good for me sunshine.”

Before you knew it the pain was replaced by the want for more. So with a whine, and a slight wiggle of your hips you voiced that you were ready for more. With a huff and a smirk he began moving further and further into until he was fully seated in you. You thought you were feeling full before this was worse. It was heavy, and warm and yet…somewhat comforting.

On the other hand Jack was almost foaming at the mouth. You were so tight, and warm. You felt like you never wanted to let go of him with how tightly you were squeezing him already. I took everything in him not moving his hips so he tried to focus on his breathing as he allowed you to adjust to him.

“Look how well you are taking me sunshine….its like you were made for me.”

 After some time you place a hand over him, and look up at him smiling softly.

“It's okay….to move now Jack.”

With a soft smile of his own he slowly begins to rock his hips. His pace started off slow and steady as he barely moved in and out of you. 

“God..you feel amazing my sunbeam.”

However, eventually that wasn't enough for the two of you as his hold on your hips began to hurt as he tried to keep his pace slow and steady for your sake, and wiggled your hips to cause more friction. 

“Jack…more..please!” 

“A-are…you sure sunspot?”

“Nnh!....Yes!”

Without another word he almost lifted up your hips so he could lean over you comfortably, pulled back his hips leaving only the tip in before slamming back into starting his breakneck speed. 

In that moment you could feel, see, or smell anything but him. It was like your mind was clouded.

But it wasn't just you as Jack continued to pound into you all he could think about was how good you felt around his cock. How he wanted to stay like this with you forever. God he loved you , and wanted you to feel it as he jackhammered his cock in and out of you. 

“Ffffuuuucccckkkk~”

The two of you could feel your climaxes draw ever closer. As his movements become even more erratic, and your walls tighten around his dick.

“(y/n).....cum with me…please…!” 

He locked lips with you as he snapped hips to your once last before stilling. You could feel the warm heat of his seed fill you just as much as he could feel you coat his cock, and pelvis with your cum. He collapsed beside you before pulling you to his chest, and wrapping his arms around you.

You could already feel your eyes grow heavy from exhaustion when you hear Jack before you pass out. “It's okay (y/n) you can rest now……i'll take care of you.”

[crackedpumpkin]

1. GO TO SLEEP I SEE YOU 👁️

2. remember how i said i was gonna request… i forgot and finished my crochet. its a bag now, my brain was too big for the “beanie”

3. THE REQUEST. ITS PINNED IN OUT DMS BUT I’LL COPY PASTE IT HERE AS INSPO AND REFERENCE

y/n knows the guys and casey made a bet that he could get a partner faster then raph (pre mona) and hes (casey) is like ‘fake date me to win a bet, i’ll split the money with you’ but raph made the bet so casey could (FINALLY) get with y/n

and then you added something but i’ll leave that for you to write in, IF IT IS THE PATH YOU CHOOSE TO TRED DOWN.

ok well, thanks, rhonda says goodnight, I SAY GOODNIGHT.

NOW GO TO SLEEP >:(

a/n: Stinky boi for a stinky bitch /jk /love you

also, the way i legit went to bed after seeing No.1 LMAO <333 Also, I've already said this but I'm incredibly proud of you for finishing the pouch :DDDDD it looks gorgeous, sweaty <3

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[ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]

“How you doin', sweetheart?” 

You turn with a roll of your eyes, already fed up with the familiar voice of Casey Jones constantly teasing you. If not for the slight glimmer of affection you felt for him, you’d have pummelled him to the ground by now.

The cocky boy leans against your locker with a casual grin, holding his hockey stick in one hand while the other props him up. You raise a brow, leaning against the cold metal of your locker door. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask sarcastically, scanning his usual bruised arms and scattered bandaids that litter his face. He clears his throat, eyes darting around to see if anyone else is close enough to hear.

“So, you know that bet Raph and I made a while back?” 

“Uh huh,” You reply dubiously, already not liking how this conversation is going. Casey nibbles on his bottom lip in thought, conflicting emotions on his face as he decides whether or not to tell you what’s on his mind.

“Spit it out, Jones.” You sigh, crossing your arms.

“Well, I was thinking. It’s kinda reaching the end of the deadline for that bet, and maybe we could, like, fake date or something? Just to get the money from Raph. I’ll split it with you, of course!” He offers.

You’re taken aback, eyes wide as you slam shut your locker door. “What?” The disbelief in your voice is apparent, the forceful shut of your locker door causing the others next to it to rattle. Casey loses his balance, almost falling if not steadying himself in time. 

“Wait, y/n! I’m serious!” He cries out, grabbing your wrist tightly. You flinch, ripping it out of his grasp with a doubtful stare. He begins walking alongside you, trying his best to convince you with honey-coated words.

“Look, it’s a serious amount of money. He bet fifty bucks! Imagine the looks on their faces when we show up together. Raph would freak!” He points out, noticing the ghost of a smile on your lips. He tries harder, knowing that you’d fall for his bait. Hook, line, and sinker.

“Plus, you could get back at them for making fun of that date.”

You pause, your footsteps slowing to a halt. That did sound rather appealing. Besides, what could go wrong? It’s just a fake relationship, and you’d score an easy twenty-five bucks on the side. 

You sigh, shoulders sagging in defeat as you nod with a weary smile. “Fine.”

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“Okay, we gotta make this believable.” 

You eye his hand with thinly veiled reluctance, only to accept it and walk into the lair with your best lovey-dovey act. Casey all but drags you to Raph, and you can barely disguise your eye roll as batting your lashes at your fake boyfriend. 

Could this boy be any more obvious?

Raph lets out a low whistle when he spots your entwined hands. You look straight at him with a confident gaze, raising a brow as you silently challenge him to say anything.

He raises his hands in mock surrender, closing his comic book. 

“When did this- How did this- Don’t you two hate each other??” Donnie gestures to your linked hands with a baffled expression. Maybe he’s just seeing things. He rubs his eyes, blinking rapidly as he processes that what he sees is real.

Okay, so maybe he’s not seeing things.

Even still, this is you and Casey. The both of you that’re constantly at each other’s throats fighting every other day, while the days you don’t are thin ice. 

“I don’t believe you.” Leo crosses his arms with a smug smile, waiting for the both of you to admit that it’s all just a prank.

“I dunno, guys, sweetheart and I here are tight! She asked me out first, too.” Casey tugs you closer with your linked hands, his free hand propped on his hip as if daring them to challenge his clearly believable story. 

“Then prove it. Kiss her, or are you two, not a couple? As in, a couple of liars.” Raph snickers, Mikey chuckling at the pun.

You’re taken aback by Raph’s taunt, eyes darting between Jones and Raph. Your hand starts to grow clammy, and you want to rip it away from Casey’s gentle grip. However, his fingers squeeze your hand in an assured gesture as if he’s saying, It’s Okay.

“Well, get ready to eat your words.”

“Wait-”

Before you can finish your protest, Casey’s lips are on yours. They move against your frozen ones with such tenderness, and you’re too stunned to speak. However, your wide eyes slowly close the longer he kisses you, his fingers threading through your hair and leaving a trail of fire across the skin of your neck. 

Your eyes slowly slide shut, starting to kiss back though every fibre in your being screams otherwise. Your hands are on his shoulders, moving closer and linking them behind his neck. 

Casey's lips are warm, tugged up into that cocky smile of his you hate so desperately. You hate how you knew every trace of his skin, his stupid face seared into your memory. Even now, he’s probably not taking this seriously.

He’s so annoying, you think, automatically frowning slightly as he pulls away. You’re panting softly, watching his glazed eyes struggle to register your pink lips. You bite down on your bottom lip, your gaze flickering from his dazed eyes down to his lips.

It’s almost instinct, the way you tug him back in for another kiss with a renewed ferocity that rivals your hatred for the overconfident, carefree boy. He’s surprised, words dying in his chest as you squeeze your eyes shut. He can’t help but smile at your cute bravery, holding you a little closer than before.

Maybe a little longer, too.

Whoops and cheers snap you out of whatever had possessed you, pulling away with hazy eyes and flushed cheeks. You’re breathless, lips swollen before your cheeks bloom with a bright red that rivals Raph’s mask, realizing that you have essentially just made out with your fake boyfriend in front of a crowd. 

Leo has his hands over his eyes, Donnie shielding his and Mikey’s vision from being permanently scarred. On the other hand, Raph eyes you both with an equally disgusted yet impressed gaze. If he had caught on to Casey’s and your ruse, he certainly didn’t show it.

He pulls out a fifty from the pages of his comic book, handing it to Casey, who accepts with a smirk, your eyes automatically following his plump lips from when you had practically sucked each other’s faces off. 

You’re mortified.

You all but rip your hand out of Casey’s, clearing your throat and rubbing your arms. “I gotta go study at home,” You lie, plastering a fake smile on your face. Raph just shrugs, everyone else groaning and encouraging you to leave. 

Casey watches you go with a hint of forlorn in his eyes and heads to the dojo, only to be stopped by Raph’s hand on his chest. “Go after her, stupid.” The turtle scoffs, pushing Casey toward the direction that you’ve just left.

“Wha-”

“You’re a bad actor. And so is she. The kiss wasn’t fake, dummy. I know that much. Now go, and since I’m so nice, I’ll let you keep the fifty for your first date.” 

Casey glances down at the fifty dollar note in his hands, crumpling it and pressing it against Raph’s plastron before turning and running in the direction you’ve just left in.

It’s a while before you hear the footsteps splashing in the cold tunnels, hesitating. You turn your head to see Casey approaching you, heart doing a funny flip in your chest. You grit your teeth, shaking your head. 

No. This isn’t happening. This definitely isn’t happening.

“It was just a bet, Casey.”

“Yeah, I-I mean, no! Not anymore…” He rubs the back of his neck, barely able to look you in the eyes. 

“That’s all it was,” You deny, stepping back from him. He takes another step forward, the both of you caught in a cat-and-mouse game with him gradually cornering you. Your back hits the wall, breath hitching in your chest when he’s right in front of you. 

You can’t look up; you don’t dare meet his gaze. Your hair falls around you, acting as a shield for you to hide behind. However, coarse fingers cup your chin, lifting it up so that you’re now looking straight at him. 

Your cheeks are dusted with pink, eyes stinging with unshed tears. 

Casey wants to kiss you again. Instead, he takes a deep breath, his voice low as he admits what’s on his mind.

“It’s not a bet anymore.

Not to me.”

[jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue]

Just me fangirling every day since you decided to answer my message thinking on the fact that my wirter crush answered me! 😭 Blue! How many times I tought about the fact that I would love to have a book written by you on my hands to keep and cherish forever while I was on my way to read all you have shared! 💜 An now that I've read the lattest chapter of OLL 🥴 I'm done! I will religiously follow you to see and enjoy what you have to tell us trough your stories!

You ask me to tell you which is my fav story so far, but it's nearly impossible! Instead may I say WHY I love each one? Let me tell you that the first story I read was The CEO BTS one, and to say that I was speachless is little compared to what I really felt! I forgot about time and got lost and carried away by your style of writing! I was (still am) so enamoured of the fact that you write Bangtan so well! I can perfectly picture everyone doing what you say on every scene. For example, I remember the scene when MC was locked away on the archive room and everyone was trying to coax her open the door asking what happened but Hobi was the one who went to actually investigate what happened going to see on the security cameras, I nearly yelled: OF COURSE IT WAS MY MAN! That's so hecking OC of him! 😫 Think there was the point when you bewitched me 😂 I'm OT7 but Hobi is my forever bias ❤️ Rhen when I started reading OLL and got to the point when we saw Hobi's sadistic side 👁️👄👁️... Well, I've never before harboured thoughts of him doing that kind of stuff but it was so perfect that it just makes total sense with his personality 😂

And then I got to read Bleeding butterflies 😭 and I have zero regrets of not sleeping those days because I was so hooked on the world you created! The way you describe every member with them powers that fits so well! The way you included that awesome scenes with Taetae speaking to Erebos, Nyx and the other gods! The scene with the fairies emerging from the woods 😍 Blue you have my eternal gratitude for letting me experience that universe along my seven boyfriends 😭

I hope this long long letter doesn't botter you 🥹 but I have a ton of compliments to write, because as I previosly told you, I've been on a rollercoastee of emotions reading your works ❤️ The last story I read was Harbouring an hybrid 😭 and I'm so worried for Jiminshi that it brakes my heart to pieces! Altought I still harbour some hope 😭

Big thank you for answering my message and hope you know how amazing and how talented you are! 🫣 Sorry! Much text... By now you must know how passionately I express myself 😂 I left much toughts unsaid! Like how I adored The royal bodiguards AU 💜 and every What if story 😍 specially the Hybrids! Because You take care of details and explain every hecking fact too well it blows my mind!

Okok love u and goodnight!

😭😭😭 do you know how many times I’ve reread this 🥺🥺🥺 I actually want to bawl my eyes out this was everything 💜💜💜 you can have whatever the hell you want from me lovely, whatever update chapter new fic idea spoilers etc etc whatever you want it’s yours I don’t even care anymore that was everything 🥹🥹🥹

My universes are so close to my heart so when someone appreciates them like this I just get so soft 😭

I am keeping you forever and ever and ever don’t even THINK about leaving me I will riot and go on hiatus until you come back 🥺 …..no pressure 🤣🤣

I’ve actually reread harbouring a hybrid because I need to update it it’s been too long and I forgot how sad I made it 👀 even I was like what the hell

Please take my heart and all my love 💜

[wrestlezaynia]

24. “You can do better than that.”

Zowens. 👁️ 👁️

Smut Dialogue Prompts That Make Me Feral.

"Two Hearts, One Soul."

Warning: Strong sexual content. Do not read if you’re under 18.

Sami wanders around aimlessly backstage when he comes across a familiar face, the mere sight causing his heart to skip a beat. "Kev?" He asks in disbelief, stopping dead in his tracks. "What are you-"

"I couldn't stay away." Kevin interjects, fueled by desire he makes a beeline towards Sami, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

Was it fate? Was his mind deceiving him? Kevin, here? Sami couldn't believe his eyes, but the instant their lips connect he knows he isn't dreaming as he kisses back, arms hooking around Kevin's neck.

"God I've missed you." Kevin murmurs breathlessly, cradling Sami's face between his hands before kissing him again with fervor.

A whimper escapes Sami's throat as Kevin's lips collide with his own. Much like their storied past, it didn't take long for things to get heated. Both men eager to please one another after being forced to part ways.

Sami knows Kevin is impatient, so he has to act fast. "Hurry, Sami." Kevin pleads, his breath hot against his ear. "J'ai besoin de toi."

A shiver runs down Sami's spine as he fumbles with the doorknob. The feeling of Kevin's larger frame pressing into him from behind causing a distraction as he finally manages to pry the door open, both men stumbling inside. Sami blindly searches for the light and flicks it on.

"Is this The Judgment Day's dressing room?" Kevin asks as light floods the room, which is far more spacious in comparison to the cramped utility closets they'd often sneak off to hook up in. His eyes landing on a black leather couch tucked away in the corner. "Let's leave love stains on their couch." Kevin remarks with an amused chuckle.

Sami nods in response, the thought crossing his mind the instant he laid eyes on it. "Consider it payback for them swindling us out of our Tag Team Championships." He says, flashing a mischievous grin.

"I love the way you think." Kevin smirks, gripping Sami's hips and pulling him roughly towards him, their bodies taut against each other.

Sami emits a gasp as Kevin pulls him near, his heart pounding in anticipation. "What else do you love about me?" He softly asks.

"Everything." Kevin replies, his voice barely above a whisper.

Their eyes meet in a steady gaze as Kevin leans in close, brushing his lips against Sami's tenderly. He kisses him slow and deep, his fingers caressing Sami's cheek before becoming tangled in his crimson locks.

Sami eagerly returns the kiss, one hand cupping the back of Kevin's head while the other rests against his chest to feel his heartbeat, the pace matching his own.

The spark between them reignited as Kevin leads Sami to the couch. Aside from removing he and Sami's shirts, their lips remain pressed. Their bare chests now flush together, hearts beating as one. In order to catch his breath, Kevin's forced to break the kiss, panting heavily.

Their eyes lock, causing their hearts to beat faster. Sami swallows hard, giving a slight nod to indicate his approval. He lifts his backside as Kevin's fingers slip into the waistband of his pants, skimming over his thighs as he slowly peels them off, discarding them to the floor.

Sami's eyes flutter shut, the tingling sensation he experienced earlier re-emerging stronger than ever. When he opens his eyes he's greeted by an amorous Kevin, staring at him intently as he proceeds to unzip his own pants, letting them slide down and pool around his ankles.

Sami's gaze remains fixed on Kevin while he watches him undress, his body trembling with desire. He notices Kevin reaching for the lube he has stashed away in one of the pockets and halts his actions. "I don't need it," he protests, his voice thick with lust. "Not when I'm with you."

Sami has been subjected to so much pain inflicted by Kevin's hands and has the scars to prove it. He's resilient and can handle anything Kevin throws at him, the same can be said for in the bedroom. He can feel the butterflies emerge in his stomach as Kevin moves into position, never breaking eye contact. "Ready?" He asks, breathless.

This soft side of Kevin, the side he reserved exclusively for Sami, never ceases to tug at his heartstrings. There's a lot more to Kevin Owens than meets the eye and only he has the privilege to see it. "Always." Sami softly replies, staring lovingly into Kevin's piercing silver eyes.

Once he's granted permission Kevin begins to enter Sami, stretching his tight hole. His eyes remain glued on the redhead to view his reaction, his face contorting in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He starts to move, slow and steady, allowing Sami time to adjust.

"Come on, Kev." Sami coaxes, raising his hips in time with Kevin's thrusts, finding a perfect rhythm. "You can do better than that."

With Sami's consent, Kevin picks up the pace, holding him close.

"That's it, Kevvy Bear." Sami praises Kevin softly, digging his nails into his back. "Feels so good, mon amour." He adds, spurring him on.

A guttural moan escapes Kevin's throat as Sami claws at his back, prompting him to thrust harder. Tiny beads of sweat trickle down his flushed face as he gently presses his forehead against Sami's. "I told you not to call me that." He remarks, gazing directly into Sami's eyes.

"You know you love it." Sami teases, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"No," Kevin counters, pausing to admire the way Sami's eyes crinkle when he smiles, the mere sight snatching the air from his lungs. "But I love you." He replies in a hushed whisper, his voice wavering slightly.

"I love you too, Kev." Sami whispers back, tears pricking his eyes at the emotion in Kevin's voice. "I love you, I love you so much it hurt-" his sentence cut short by a pair of soft lips, silencing him.

Contrary to popular belief, Kevin does enjoy hearing Sami speak, but sometimes it can be a bit much and right now his main objective is providing his lover pleasure. "Sami, I want you to cum." He murmurs against his mouth, reaching between them to grip Sami's cock, stroking his shaft firmly. "Cum for me, Sami." He coaxes softly.

A moan erupts from Sami's lips, bucking his hips into Kevin's hand. His partner knowing exactly how and where to touch as he finds sweet release, spurting his warm seed into Kevin's palm.

Hearing the harmonious sound of Sami screaming out in ecstasy, Kevin isn't far behind. With one final thrust, his orgasm washes over him as he collapses on top of Sami, breathing heavily. They hold onto one another, drenched in sweat and shaking. Two hearts, one soul.

Tagging: @loki69zowens, @kayfabebabe, @wrestlingdespairings, @taydaq, @racerchix21, @unintentionaloracle, @low-x-battery, @stardust181, @coloursflyaway, @riveliciousx, @manon-omega, @kevinsteen, @pikapuff-316, @kristalynn94, @existwithpride, @eleanor24, @go-beatrizaf-blog and @anothersabah.

[bigredsweetiepie]

Thoughts about a certain someone🦷pt. 2

So picking up where we left off earlier, I can't help but think of how in character Glenn Jacobs was in the ring as Isaac Yankem. I am thinking specifically of the matches between him and Avatar (Al Snow) and Dave Dalton. These were squash matches, and basically filler for the show but my GOD he put on a show. The match with Dalton was downright criminal because he was screaming the whole time due to IY just "annihilating " his face and jaw and he sold it well. The match lasted only a few minutes, which was unfortunate but its never good to prolong suffering......

Anyways he pins him in a casual way by just laying over Dalton's torso, then ! , he puts a knee on his chest and puts a hand on his jaw so he can "examine" his mouth.

Hello???! Did corporate tell Glenn to do that? or did he improvise, cause that was not the only time he did that or something similar ( ie "examining" them after their match) , the other time that I am thinking of right now is with Avatar.

Ah, the Avatar match. In case you didn't know Al Snow and Glenn Jacobs as Unabom were tag team partners and champions at Smokey Mountain Wrestling before Jacobs left for WWF in 1995. So..... I truly believe that they purposely hammed up their match they had as Avatar and IY because why not? they were probably pretty close atp .😂

This match had Isaac dominating , which was expected as this was Avatar's last match as Avatar. Anyways, the thing that killed me was that halfway through the match, IY backs Avatar to a corner and grabs his face and tilts it this way and that and goes "Ughhh that's terrible!".

LMAOOOOO 📺👁️👁️🍿🥤

Avatar had a mask on that covered his face and mouth so what was he looking at ? He finishes the match by hooking his leg, and instead of letting the poor man go, he hovers above him and grabs his jaw trying to "examine" him and he wouldn't let go until the ref literally pried his hand off.

I'm sorry but that characterization is great and is enjoyable to watch. A heel dentist winning a squash match and afterwards he has to be pried off his opponent because he wants to examine their teeth ? I'm sorry but that is great writing for a character; yes its one dimensional, but this was a time where every profession had a wrestling career so in the context as it was I think it was great.

There's a few other notable matches that went like this one, such as the squash with Brian Walsh. I remember that one because when he pins him he does the most interesting~ pose where he straddles him and puts his knee into his soft fleshy part of his biceps (OW!) and pushes his head to the side for a three count. On the birthday month thing for Isaac Yankem I made there’s a reason I called it the violation pin.

Yikes !! lmao

Anyways I love this psycho dentist…. 💙

[thekrows-nest]

Anon please 👁️👁️

I love Krow very much, but I want to grind on his face without worry of those fangs. So I'm gonna make him wear fang guards, fang condoms if you must. Oral fixation returned. Fang condoms. - 🐰🥀

FANG CONDOMS DFNGBSD;KJFGDD

Now I need to know what the fuck they look like and how they work. Would it be like, some like a plastic retainer? A mouth guard?

Because seriously, Krow has and DOES worry about his teeth... nicking you or hooking into you when doing such business. It's a little easier to manage if you're AFAB but if you're AMAB, he REALLY worries. He can just point to his lips to show case that his teeth really do scrape something fierce.

Anyway, he definitely would wear something to protect you from his fangs. Also if you want him to bite you but not like, actually hurt you/draw blood he can do that too.

[angkis]

I hope you don't mind, but do you have advices for other artists? I try to draw too, but my drawings never come out looking like the reference, like I'm unable to draw something alike Derek or Stiles, that's frustrating hahahaha

The colouring, the anatomy 😩 you are so fucking amazing!

Thanks for sharing your art pieces with us ❤️

First of all, I'm honored that you ask ME this question, because I'm not very confident (working on it 💫) and it's like a huge compliment that you would even ask.

Llike every other artist, you and me are both gonna be the biggest critics of our own drawings!! I just want you to know that before I say anything else! If you ever feel like you're not getting any better or not fast enough, take a step back and take a look at the bigger picture, go back, look at where you started, it's only a question of time, you're constantly evolving!! <3 Be patient with yourself ~

I'm sure you were thinking of actual advice not the mental part, so I thought of some, but for real, most of what formed my art style (that is constantly changing and is gonna continue to change until I die 👁️👁️) was TIME. I don't always love to draw but when I have these periods of drawing a lot it's always because I'm hyperfixating on something, so finding something you can fall in love with and obsess over is gonna make time absolutely FLY BY.

Don't get discouraged when you're not nailing a character the first time you draw them. I personally only get it somewhat right at like the fifth try (funny enough I'm an impatient person but when I love something I seem to be able to be patient 💀💫) if anything Do it out of spite!!!!!!

Practice is a funny word, I don't like it because it seems like you have to know what you're trying to achieve if that makes sense. Maybe that can hold you back too. Drawing something and failing still counts as practicing. Finishing the best painting of your lifetime counts as practicing. Every time you draw you get better.

Ooooooh an interesting one that I only figured out this year: SPEND (if you can) MORE TIME OUTSIDE AND AROUND PEOPLE because your eyes notice lightings, movements, expressions, COLOURS that you then unconsciously (subconsciously?) keep in your head for later!! And when you are drawing you're gonna UNCONSCIOUSLY use that information??? It's wild (says the person who spent years barely leaving their bedroom) I'm not even exaggerating, my art got out of the blue so much 'better' (different) when I started leaving the house more often. (You might not have this issue tho!! 💫)

Also I started drawing when I was watching a lot of animated movies/shows and it influenced my art so much. When I got hooked on shows with live actors everything changed (again, your brain is putting away so many details for later) I started seeing anatomy more realistically.

One last tip before I stop rambling (and make another coffee 💫) Find a pen that WORKS FOR YOU. My stuff would look so much different if I was using different brushes than I use now. Try as much as you want! Do you prefer traditional or digital drawing? Both have cheaper alternatives (I understand this hobby is not a cheap one in general) I have a bunch of tips for Clip Studio Paint for example! Idk, let me know, I would love to show you my favourite settings that actually make my life easier!! ❤️

Sorry if I'm all over the place, I'm not too good with words 👁️👁️ I hope it's not gonna be like 'I really read all that for nothing' for you sgsggshshsgsh in which case I'M SO SORRY SFSGGGSGSGSG and again, thanks for your question!! I wish you luck!! Keep drawing!! You're gonna surprise yourself how far you can go I'm so serious!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[banannabethchase]

45. You took a bullet for me hangmox????? 👁️👁️

Taking a Bullet (Among Other Things) - Also on AO3

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Mox dives in front of a bullet for Adam, because he doesn't listen when Adam tells him to stay behind. A sequel to Mistaken Identities. You don't have to read that before to get the gist of this one, but it helps with context :)

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This was supposed to be a ficlet. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A FICLET!!!!

~

Adam catches Mox as he slumps in front of him.

"Oh, my god!" he yells. The guy is getting away, but that's not what Adam can focus on right now. "Mox, Jesus, what were you thinking?!"

"I - shit, this hurts - I saw the guy pull a gun on you and I just moved!" He shifts and takes a look at his arm. Adam prepares for him to gag or scream, something. "Huh. Not as bad as I expected."

"Not as - how?!" Adam yells. He knows he's the professional here, he's the one with the bounty hunting license, the experience, the goddamn qualifications. But Mox is laying on the ground as blood seeps from the elbow of his jacket like it's nothing but a paper cut. "How the fuck are you so calm?!"

"Been stabbed," Mox says, sitting up. "This isn't so bad."

"You got shot," Adam says. He yanks his shirt off over his head and ties it around the bleeding wound. It's less than it looked like at first, at least. "This is what you get for following me when I ran after a mark!"

Mox grins up at him. "Maybe I just wanted an excuse to see you shirtless again." His gaze is anything but weary as he scans Adam's bare chest, eyes clearly hungry. "Lookin' good, Cowboy."

"Jesus Christ," Adam mutters. "Look, we gotta get you to a hospital, baby, even if you are being weirdly chill about it." He hooks his arms under Mox's knees and around his back and stands. "Get you into a car."

"And here I thought those muscles were just for show," Mox says, a little awe in his voice. "Can I blow you before we go?"

"Can you - no!" Adam yells. He half throws Mox into the passenger seat of the truck. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"You're covered in my blood and just bridal carried me to the car like it was nothing," Mox says, buckling his seatbelt with the arm not leaking blood. "It was hot. So sue me."

"So now all the blood you can spare is in your dick," Adam grumbles, walking around to the driver's side door. "Typical."

~

After the hospital, the awkward doctor conversations, the stitches, the shots, and the antibiotics, Adam slows to a stop in front of Mox's apartment. He doesn't know how to ask, doesn't know how to say he wants to walk in with him, to see him wake up in the morning.

"So," Mox says, tracing some strange sort of doodle on his denim clad thigh, "I, uh. I might need tending to. Overnight."

Adam raises an eyebrow. "Tending to?"

"I mean, I can usually hold my own," Mox says, a little smile on his lips. He won't look at Adam though. "Fighter and all. But, uh. Without the use of this arm, who knows if they'll come get me, you know?"

"Asking for a sleepover?" Adam asks, throwing the car in park.

"Maybe," Mox singsongs. "Maybe I need a big, strong man to carry me into the house and put me to bed." He finally looks at Adam, the smile a full blown grin. "Maybe hold me down to keep me from doing anything I'm not supposed to do."

"Hold you down, huh?" Adam turns off the car. "Figure I could do that."

Mox's grin turns just the tiniest bit dirty. "Promise?"

They make their way into the house, Mox only a little wobbly on his feet.

"The fuck you do to him?!" A big guy with surprisingly kind eyes leaps up from the couch and charges toward them.

"Whoa!" Mox says, jumping in between Adam and the man who must be the roommate. "Eddie, chill, it's okay. This is Adam."

"Yeah, I fuckin' know it's Adam," Eddie says, still glaring. "What the hell did he do to you?"

"I didn't do anything," Adam says, hands up in front of him. "Our boy here is a dumbass who jumped in front of a bullet."

"He jumped - Moxley, you fucking idiot."

Adam chuckles. "That's just about what I said."

"The guy pulled a gun on him," Mox says, shrugging. If Adam didn't know better, he'd think he was a little shy about it. “What was I gonna do? Let them shoot my guy?”

“Your guy?” Adam asks. “Wow, Mox, what a way to ask.”

“I took a bullet for you,” Mox says, kicking at Adam’s shins. “Be nice to me,”

“Alright, well, as long as you’re not the reason this dipshit is bleeding,” Eddie says. He eyes them. “I’m gonna go visit my ma. You two don’t, uh. Don’t stain the house.”

“With blood?” Adam asks, baffled.

“Among other things,” Mox says, a half sleazy grin. “Come on, Cowboy, let me show you my bedroom.” He winks.

“Does this guy have a subtle bone in his body?” Adam asks, letting himself be led by the hand down a hallway.

“No,” Eddie yells over his hallway. “’S why I’m leaving.”

Mox lets go of Adam’s hand for just long enough to push open a door.

The room has clothes strewn about the floor and piled on a chair, four half-filled water bottles on the bedside table, and a plant that’s got to be fake in the window.

“Yeah, sorry,” Mox says, rubbing the back of his head with his hand. “Kinda didn’t expect company.”

“You’re good,” Adam says. “It feels lived in. Homey, you know?” He doesn’t mention that the room smells like Mox, that it gets him a little too hard in his jeans for something so innocuous.

He’s never been this close to Mox before, never been able to see something this real of Mox. He’s never gotten to see behind the curtain.

“Homey,” Mox laughs. He pulls the door shut behind Adam. “Um. You want to stay over, right?”

Adam nods. “Of course. Yeah. Duh.” He doesn’t mention how the alternative was a dingy motel room, or how even if the alternative was a five star hotel he’d rather be right here. “I want to. And not just to take care of your stupid ass.”

Mox pouts. “Aw. My ass is disappointed.”

Adam feels his cheeks heat up. “Oh. Oh, well. I mean. If you want. If that’s.” He pauses, unsure of what words come next. His brain is suddenly as devoid of blood as Mox’s.

Mox sidles toward him, leading with his hips, as always. “What, you scared?”

“No!” Adam replies, almost automatically. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m no blushing virgin.” He winks. “You can go as rough as you want.”

“You – Mox, you just got shot. I mean that you just got shot.”

Mox blinks. “Oh. Right. I mean, you’re not fucking my arm, so I should be fine.”

Adam sighs, rolling his eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“Am I?” he asks. “Or am I sufferable enough to…to…” He pauses, frowning. “Okay, I had a thing going, and now I lost it. Are you gonna kiss me now?”

Adam does, because it doesn’t feel like there’s another option.

He’s gentle as he slides Mox’s jacket off his shoulders, as he pulls his shirt off. Mox whimpers a little as the fabric brushes across the wound, and Adam presses apologetic kisses along his neck.

“I know,” he murmurs, hands going to Mox’s belt. “I know it hurts, baby, I’m sorry.”

Mox’s working arm goes for Adam’s belt and manages to undo it with a single hand. Adam decides not to be too impressed. “I’m okay,” Mox says, catching Adam’s lips again. “I just want you.”

And who is Adam to deny Moxley, the man who just took a bullet for him, what he wants?

Adam yanks off Mox’s pants as Mox fumbles beside him. Mox is well equipped, yanking open a drawer on his bedside table to reveal a surprisingly robust collection of dildos and three different brands of lube.

“You’re a man well versed in fucking himself,” Adam says.

“You’re gone a lot,” Mox says. “Had to figure out which one I could pretend was you.”

Adam lets out a desperate little whine, suddenly so hard in his jeans he might die. “Jesus. You – Jesus.”

Mox laughs. “Shut up and lean back so I can ride you.”

Adam does so, falls back into Mox’s bed, and is surrounded by his smell and his pillows. It’s enough to make his head spin.

Mox pulls down Adam’s pants and boxers in one yank and chucks them across the room, then dives mouth first onto Adam’s cock without a warning.

“Oh my – fuck, Mox, if you want me to fuck you, you can’t keep this up for too long,” Adam whines, forcing himself to stay still. All he wants is to buck up into that wet heat, into Mox’s mouth. “Seriously, I want to – ”

Mox pulls back, blue eyes wide and honest. “You want to what?”

“I want to fuck you,” Adam says.

Mox nods. “Yeah. Yeah, right, I. Yeah.”

Adam intends to be slow and gentle, but Mox drives himself down on Adam’s fingers like he's aching for it as bad as Adam is.

“Slow down,” Adam laughs, twisting his fingers until he hits a spot that makes Mox gasp. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know,” Mox says. “Just – just excited.”

Adam turns them over, laying Mox down gently on the bed while he adds a third finger and watches Mox’s eyes flutter closed. “So good,” he murmurs, smile almost dazed. “Fuck, baby.”

“I will, just wait,” Adam laughs. “You ready?”

“Yeah, please,” Mox begs. “Please.”

“You’re pretty cute like this,” Adam muses. He pulls Mox down to the end of the bed, placing his injured arm on his chest. “Keep that elevated. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Mox raises an eyebrow. “You will?”

Adam slides on the condom as he stands at the foot of the bed, then hauls Mox’s hips up so his hole meets Adam’s cock. “Good?”

Mox lets out a string of disconnected syllables.

“Waiting on an actual word, there.”

“Yes, fuck, get in me you annoying prick!”

Adam laughs as he slides, just as gently as he can, into Mox, pulling out and pushing back in slowly so Mox can get used to him. The heat envelops him, makes his vision blurry and his bones jelly. “Okay?”

“Yes, come on,” Mox says, and he hooks his heels around Adam’s back and yanks him forward, driving Adam in to the hilt without a second’s warning. “There you go.”

Adam needs a second to recalibrate, the feeling of Mox around him so entirely enough to send his head spinning. “Fuck, you feel good,” Adam breathes. “Can I move now?”

“Can he move, he asks,” Mox says, rolling his eyes. Adam’s glad that, at least, he has his arm cradled on his chest. “Yes, for fuck’s sake, move.”

Adam’s not going to deny a wounded man his pleasure, so he begins fucking into Mox slowly, deliberately. Mox grabs at the side of the mattress with the arm that isn’t full of stitches. “Fuck,” Mox murmurs. “Just like – do that.”

“Yeah,” Adam says. His thrusts get faster as he watches Mox’s desperation paint across his face, little whimpers of “faster” and “harder” falling from his lips as he uses his heels to dig into Adam’s back.

Adam had been keeping his distance, is the thing, both literally and figuratively. He’d take short jobs in the area to see Mox, to sneak in handjobs in back alleys and blowjobs in the bathrooms of bars. Today was supposed to be the same.

Until he’d run into his mark at the bowling alley he and Mox were meeting at, and, well.

Here they are.

“God, you feel good,” Adam moans, thrusts getting erratic. “I can’t – fuck, Mox, you’re –”

“Just like that,” Mox says. His face has relaxed beyond what Adam’s ever seen before. He looks beautiful. “Gonna – fuck, Adam, gonna come soon.”

“Yeah?” Adam asks, picking up the pace. He cups his hand and spits in hit, slicking up Mox’s cock and stroking with the pace of his thrusts. “Tell me. Tell me.”

Adam doesn’t even know what he’s asking for.

“Want – fuck – want you,” Mox whines, “want this – want more – fuck!” Mox shoots all over Adam’s hand and up his chest, a moan tearing itself from his body. The clench of his body around Adam’s cock is almost too much to manage, and it’s only two more pushes into Mox’s heat before he’s coming so hard his vision whites out. It strikes him in the spine like an electric shock, and, somewhere in the haze, Adam realizes he’s dangerously gone for this guy.

“Fuck,” Mox laughs. Adam lifts his head – he hadn’t even realized he’d slumped over – to see Mox grinning down at him, injured arm cradled in his other arm. “Didn’t expect that to be our afternoon, huh?”

“Afternoon?” Adam asks, checking his watch. “Babe, it’s nine. We were at the hospital for ages.”

Mox hums in agreement. “I’ll take your word for it. I’m tired.”

“I’ll be right back,” Adam says. “Where, uh. Which one’s your bathroom?”

“The one with the toilet.”

Adam smacks Mox in the thigh with Mox’s tee shirt. “Dumbass.”

He does make it to the bathroom, getting rid of the condom and dampening a towel, and brings it back to mop himself and Mox up.

“Made a mess,” Mox mumbles. “Look. Got some on my bandages.” He holds up his arm, gingerly.

“Why do you seem proud of that?” Adam laughs, but he dabs at it carefully. “That’s a weird thing to be proud of.”

Mox shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s a marking thing? Whatever.”

Adam crawls into bed next to Mox, pulling him in gently. He’s extra careful to avoid the arm. “You good with being little spoon?”

“Course I am,” Mox says, snuggling back in. “I do have a question, though.”

“Yeah?” Adam feels his whole body tense.

“This mean we’re boyfriends?” Mox asks. “I mean, if we’re not, I get it, but, like.” He shuffles so the two of them are practically nose to nose. “I took a bullet for you, ya know? Kinda feels like this is more than fuck buddies.”

Adam nods. “You want to be my boyfriend?”

Mox grins. “You want to be my boyfriend?”

“I asked you first!”

“Yeah, but I brought it up first.”

“Okay, yes, I want to be your boyfriend,” Adam laughs, leaning in and kisses Mox’s forehead. It’s something he’s wanted to do for weeks now. And now, he supposes, is the time he’s allowed to. “Good?”

“Very good,” Mox says. “Let’s hope it doesn’t take another bullet for you to – for anything else to happen.”

Adam desperately wants to know what Mox was going to say.

But Mox’s eyes are finally fluttering closed, and he doesn’t want to push.

Adam’s never had a home as an adult, has never been settled. But here, surrounded by Mox, he thinks he could build one.

~

Mini Playlist: I Want You - Kelly Clarkson R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys Start a Fire- Ryan Star Cowboy Take Me Away - The Chicks

[nalgasde-hao]

(Deciding if I should put this as anonymous or show my avatar...I just don't want anyone coming after me when I ask or say this stuff. They're just questions and I like to hear your answers...ah, screw it, I'm just gonna show my avatar. XP )

I got two questions and one opinion. Here's my opinion: I hate how they made Aang in Korra. People say that he was a bad dad, and I feel like he was written that way on the show, which wasn't intentional, but it looked like it was...by the creators themselves. It would seem the creators are in denial of how they made Aang, cause he's their fave character or something. Don't get me wrong, I like Aang too, but...the creators are really unaware of how they made him into a bad dad in Korra. ^^;

Now for the two questions:

Let's just agree that ATLA is the superior show, and Korra is...eh. Now, Kataang happened on that show, which is fine. HOWEVER, do you think if Taang happened, the events in Korra would've been a WHOLE LOT different and maybe a whole lot...better? Cause Aang's kids' Bumi and Kya in Korra felt unwanted by him in a way and Katara would've said something(which I honest-to-goodness think the whole Kataang hooking up 3 months later after the war in ATLA thing is poor writing. Like let us SEE what happened after that!), whereas Toph would've been like "Twinkles, no, get your priorities straight." And honestly, the Aang WE know would cherish those kids either way, it wouldn't matter if they weren't airbenders. I guess what I'm saying is, do you think Aang and Toph would've been the most awesome and take-in-charge power couple ever and that it would affect the story in Korra in general? Think deeply on that.

Do you think Kataang was necessary for the story of ATLA? I mean, I'm kind of being honest, I don't think anything would've changed if it wasn't included. However, I honestly do believe that Taang would've changed and affected Korra a lot more, whereas people would say Zutara would've affected ATLA. Course, I'm a big Taang fan, and I like Zutara a bit, but I'm mostly Team Taang. XD I just also think it would've made sense for Aang to not be so hooked up on Katara and actually start finding other girls attractive(cough, like Toph, cough) as he grows. It's just...I feel like the whole last part of ATLA was just bad writing. ^^; What are your thoughts?

Wow, first of all, thanks for taking the time to write to me! i really appreciate it ( ͡👁️ ͜ʖ ͡👁️)

Regarding your opinion, I COMPLETELY AGREE. I get that Aang only had Gyatso as a father figure until he was 12 y/o, so he's a bit screwed on that front, but I am CONVINCED that what they did with his paternity was an aberration. I mean yes, surely he had to be absent due to his duties as the avatar, but I REFUSE to believe that he would have taken ONLY to Tenzin on a trip to learn the customs of the air nomads. If there is something that ATLA made clear to us, it is that no matter what nationality you come from, Aang is always going to want to make you smile and show you the fun that can be had, so yes, it doesn't make ANY SENSE to me that he wouldn't have brought to ALL their children to their trips. On the other hand, even though it might have happened a few times (because Aang is a bit of a dork pff lmao), Katara would have NEVER let that happend. Aang would have noticed and would have done ANYTHING to make up for the lost time with his two other children, so yeah, totally agree with you there.

I got excited so I'll try to be more brief with the questions ( ͡눈 ﹏ ͡눈)

Well, there are several comics after the Hundred Years War that more or less show Katara and Aang's relationship (and I'm not going to lie to you, even though I love Taang, Kataang are such a cuties). And regarding Taang as parents, I once read a post from @stitch1830 in response to something similar, and I couldn't agree more. More than opposites, both complement each other perfectly, and I think that in the same way that they do it romantically, they would also do it as parents. Toph, grounding expert that she is, would have been stern if she had noticed that Aang had preferential treatment with any of their children. Similarly, we know the flaws in Toph's motherhood, and I feel like Aang would have managed to balance the excessive freedom she gave her daughters, giving them more structure to their lives and a respect for traditions. On the other hand, I'm VERY SURE Toph was terrified growing up of her daughters being alone (of course, she's too stubborn to even show it), I guess afraid that she might be a terrible mother like her parents were to her. No doubt Aang would have calmed all those worries. AAGH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH (╥︣﹏᷅╥)

2. While Kataang wasn't necessary (it certainly wouldn't have affected the plot too much if it hadn't happened), I think it was a natural fit between the two. Extremely stressed and full of traumas from the war, Katara was the safe, maternal and familiar place that he needed so much, while for Katara, Aang was the hope to cling to, the calm she needed from all the anger contained by the war with the fire nation. Let's say that both of them were attracted to each other for those reasons, because they needed each other.

But you're right, for me, the love that Aang felt for Katara was something platonic, something that had to pass as his first love, after all, she was the first girl he met and who technically saved him from the iceberg. As you say, it would have been much more interesting if both of them grew up to realize that they were each other's support in times of war, and eventually broke up to meet other people (i mean, they met at 12 y/o and 14 y/o, and you say they were together ever since for the rest of their lives? I don't think it's realistic. I guess Aang's world travels and Katara's desire to work in the southern tribe would have also driven them apart over time.

My Taang headcanon is that their relationship started because, first, Aang has to continue to travel the world for his avatar duties, and on the other hand, because Toph hates being stuck in one place, loves freedom, and traveling the world is what connected her the most with it when they were at war. That way she would have joined his travels and little by little they would have begun to fall in love. It would have been entertaining to watch Aang and Toph go through the conflict of realizing that they find each other attractive. (Aang like: "Since when is my sifu so cute? If I fall in love with her she'll kick my ass!, Toph by her side would have been like: "Me? In love with twinkle toes? That skinny? (who is no longer so skinny cofcof) i prefer to be dead before!)

Yeah, I said I was going to keep it short- but FUCK, I really wanted to be able to express everything I was thinking. Thanks again for asking! I'll always be on the lookout and ready to continue talking about a thousand years of Taang and why I think they work so well, cheers!

[badassxbirdy]

March Activity Update - Pinned Post

It’s time once again for an activity update! If you’re new here: these posts help me to keep track of what the frick I’ve been doing, particularly when tumblr breaks or the brainfog strikes. This one includes posts and drafts for January and February. Everything else can be found in previous updates under this tag. There’s also the full thread tracker here.

The full activity update (along with OOC house keeping) is below the cut. Bold text = links.

If you want to see all IC interactions without the other stuff, click here. If you’d like to start something new, there are opens and memes, or you can just hit up the DM’s. You can also add Ty on Wire for IC texting.

Now onto the update!

Housekeeping

My beloved Rookito has set up a gofundme. Please go and take a look!

New year, new avatar. Thanks to all who voted in the poll.

Thank you for the lovely birthday messages and pet pics! ❤️

I scored a cheap laptop in the boxing day sales! 🥳 As well as it making a lot of things in my life generally easier, I’ll now have proper access for those months I spend away from home.

I’m so still getting notifications for old tags instead of getting newer ones. See this post. If you tag me in a thing, please also DM it.

I've made some changes to the guidlines page, primarily about FC's. Please take a look, or see this post.

Still figuring out meds and other treatment, and still dealing with some intense irl responsibilities, so thread replies will happen when they happen. I’m trying to put less pressure on myself, but as an anxious human and chronic people pleaser it’s a struggle. 😂

Threads, replies, and other IC interactions:

(In alphabetical order by username)

@astormymind

Library ghost with Finn (queued)

@beastbitten

Awkward first meeting is awkward. (link)

@demonstigma

Threatening speech workshop? 😂 (link)

@demcnsinmymind

At the motel (link)

Now kisth! (queued)

Taking Lance on a hunt (queued)

Azzy proves a point (queued)

Doing Lance’s hair (queued)

An unwanted visitor, and Ty finds out the boy has powers (queued)

Car trouble (queued)

@derschwarzeengel

Vampire Damon (link)

Damon actually talks about his trauma! 😱 (link)

Sick Tyler = sulking Tyler (link)

Judging 50 shades (link)

“She’s a ghost AND a bitch!” (link)

@destroyerscved

Magical bean juice (link)

@discipulusmaleficus

Abandoned house (link)

@florafound

Important hot sauce discussions (link)

@hvbris

Tyler really said 👁️👄👁️ at Wednesday (link)

Tyler meets Hook (queued)

An appointment with Dr. Soliman (queued)

@imprvdente

FBI!Fish and human!Ty at the motel (link)

@innerwar

Jokes with charm (link)

Attempting to babysit Jude/the Doctor (link)

@kxllerblond

Attempted bribery (link)

@loyaltyguided

Birthday cuteness! (link)

@magaprima

Demon problems (link)

Demon problems part 2: electric boogaloo (queued)

@nightiingaled

The return of Moros (link) (link) (link) and (link)

Injured Killian (link)

Proteus is baby (link)

@pantslessoptimism

dumbass teens and canniball ghosts (link)

@thatslayer

Ty and Faith both say 😠 (link)

@vyrulent

Ty meets Orobus Jones! (link)

Headcanon, dash games, and assorted silliness:

How adorable are you? (link)

Thread commentaries (link)

Tag! - TyMel mischief (link)

What does love feel like to you? (link)

I think that’s everything! I may actually be up to date for once??? This hasn't happened in around a century, I'm in shock. As always: please let me know if I’ve missed something. I never intentionally drop threads without notifying, rest assured that if it’s not here I am either having a brain fart or I simply have not seen it. Remember to be kind to yourselves, and stay safe! ❤️ — Em

[impishtubist]

i NEED to know 13,6,19,16 for tc ask game👁️👁️👁️

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii thank you for sending these!

6. Wackiest (but hilarious) Laurie opinion™.

I...........don't think I have any? I'm a Ralph girlie through and through, I really don't give much thought to Laurie except that sometimes I want to shake him real bad and knock some sense into him 😅

13. Which TC character needs therapy the most?

Ralph, 100%. He needs to be in therapy yesterday. I love him to death but oh my god. Honey. Please get yourself a therapist I am begging you (and so is Laurie).

16. Missing scene you're most curious about.

Oh, gosh, so many! Fanfic writers have filled in a lot of the gaps for us, thank goodness, but I still wonder what MR would have done with some of these scenes. I would have loved to see Ralph's time sailing on the merchant ships after he left school. I also would have wanted MR to actually show us the wedding night, and the scene after "come and say goodbye to me." And I would have loved more Ralph and Alec scenes.

19. Secondary character that needs more love.

Alec! I adore him and I want to know everything about him. I firmly believe that he's the man Ralph broke his "two years of women" contract for. I want to read an entire book about his and Ralph's relationship. And now that you put this idea into my head, I also believe that he and Ralph were hooking up during the book, at least until Ralph finally turns his attention to Laurie instead. But ugh Alec breaks my heart and I love him.

[wakanai]

Hello! 🥰

Do you have any favourite author and/or book? 👁️👁️

ahhhh hello!!! good to see you!!!

let me think!!

uhhhhhhhhhhh..favourite author? omg this is so embarassing I can't think 😭😭

..I don't have a favorite author in particular. If a book is good, I'll read it :)

Right now, the only books that come to mind are..

Aru Shah and The End of Time (a friend gave it to me before and I enjoyed it) << it's kind of like Percy Jackson in the sense that it's meant for pre-teens but u can still read it even if ur older

A Game of Thrones by George Martin (I haven't finished reading BUT I spoiled myself some stuff and the premise is interesting)

BSD The Day I Picked Up Dazai (IK IT'S A LIGHT NOVEL BUT YE TT)

The Bible (since I'm christian, I do read it as a source of wisdom but it can be easily misinterpreted so it's important to have context to understand it TT) << also Ik you're a LaVey satanist hence why I put this in last lol

SIKE - I actually have more books to recommend NVM TT

I Love You Since 1892 -- historical romance. It's originally in Filipino but there's an English version of it as well. It's like - the MC travelled back to the past and into the body of her ancestor.

(I have more to think of - but those are books I read back in elementary so it might be cringe lol)

BUT BUT BUT BUT

rn, I'm more into reading Webtoons. Currently my favorite one is

<<The Guy Upstairs>> by Hanza

(not me copying your iconic << >> )

^^ it's really good. you should read it

OMO I JUST REMEMBERED!!!

OMNISCIENT READERS VIEWPOINT (NOVEL)

^^^ I was obsessed before. I was so hooked. I heard there's an official English version to be published soon. :D

I also used to be really into webnovel !

Books that I enjoyed there are:

1.) Royal Secret: I'm a Princess by sola cola (UNIQUE. It's a very UNIQUE and FUN story. I was obsessed.)

2.) Rise of the Unfavored Princess by bunnyreadsabook

(abusive family, political scheming, transmigration, etc. I used this for my essay once lol).

tyty!

[seijorhi]

👁️👄👁️

I'm alive, sorry I fell off the face of the earth for a few days there (I was unwell - new anxiety meds and all that jazz)

BUT!! I have much to say, both about your new fic and obviously one of the older ones, so here's an extremely belated / extended ART&RCSW <33

Firstly, Maelstrom was incredible, it changed the way I live my life

I don't even watch Trigun Stampede but good lord did you get me hooked on the characters - not to mention, a good poly fic is always the way to my heart

The twist of the secret bastard brothers?? Incredible. Delicious. Amazing. And the not so subtle hatred they have for their father?? The fact that the only good thing to come from him was their darling sister?? My gosh, you've got me wrapped around your finger Rhi

Though I must admit, the whole reveal and the part where reader is being lead to the throne room gave me anxiety - you always manage to surprise me with the way you set things up, and I mean that in the best way possible

I can't say anything about the characterisation of Vash and Knives because I don't watch the show, but I imagine that as with everyone else, you've done an amazing job

Also the sense of hopelessness at the end?? Because like, there's literally no escape - the best type of ending in my professional opinion

Next up on the agenda, we have a fic (series??) that I know you're not particularly fond of, but I absolutely love

Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you, your Hawks / Dabi soulmate fic - it has me in a fucking chokehold

It's literally everything I love in a fic - soulmates, poly relationship, yandere, it's just amazing

The slight sprinkle of angst kinda feels like a punch to the gut, but in a satisfying way - not to mention, the fact that Natsuo still keeps in touch with the reader even though they don't really have a connection aside from Touya kills me, he's so sweet

And poor Keigo (he's insane but I do not care <33)

The way my stomach drops when the reader realises that she has another soulmate will never not be a great feeling, but the way she knows instinctively that something is missing because Dabi isn't there really is painful

Like I said, I know you've said you don't really like the series, but I'm here to reassure you, I loved it, so rest assured, the hard work didn't go down the drain <33

I'm also really sorry for disappearing for like two or three weeks :// But I'm back now (??)

Anyway, I hope you've been well, drinking water and sleeping and whatnot <33

See you next week Rhi (I hope??) Lol :))

BBY I MISSED YOU <33

i hope ur doing okay, i am sending you all the forehead smooches and love!!

ahh but this ask is so nice!! honestly i was so worried about posting maelstrom cuz it's a new fandom for both me and sort of in general – i know the manga and old anime have been around for a while, but for most people it's new – and i wasn't sure if people were actually going to read it

turns out you did anyway, not knowing any of the characters vhgfjdksjdhfjdks it's always such a huge compliment when that happens. it's actually how i found my way first to bnha and then to haikyuu so, yeah, it makes me happy to see it's the same for you guys

as for through the cold... hoo boy. i did have big plans for that one, and every month or so there's a part of me that wants to either delete part 2 and start again, or delete the entire thing and start again, with better execution this time. i may not be as in love with bnha as i used to be, but hawks and touya, and that particular storyline (i am if nothing else a sucker from the soulmate trope gone wrong)

but also... the part i hate about series, and one of my biggest gripes as a writer is when there's a demand for part 2's and 3's but then it's crickets in the notes. part 2 kinda flopped and idk if it was because it wasn't great or if people just couldn't be bothered to leave a response, so while i do occasionally have the motivation to continue it i don't know if it's actually worth while or if anyone (aside from you haha) would be into it. but then i think about all that delicious angst and keigo and touya being jealous assholes and... hmmmm.... vghfjdkjhvfjdks

in any case, i'm glad you liked it and it was very sweet of you to send this ask and i adore you.

also, pls take care of yourself, and don't apologise for taking the time you need. i, of course, live for these asks and seeing you in my notes, but it's never a necessity. your mental/physical health always comes first <33