#kinda proud of this one

[oobbbear]

☀️Shift change🌙

Drawing I did for a 24h sunmoon collab on lofter!

Readmore for closeups

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Night Terrors

Fun fact, this is the first comic or whatever you want to call it that I ever made. Spend way too much time on this

[logan-the-artist]

and i confessed, confessed to you riding shot-gun

underneath the purple skies and we danced, we danced

[thornthehellhound]

Paul made the other Lost Boys form a band with him but he’s the only one who practices like every night

[onebadnoodle]

relaxing~ 📻🎶

secret santa gift for @hernyart

[stoner-prints]

Getting better at painting the more I practice ❤️

[damiandie]

◇And how does that make you feel?◇

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[maplebitts]

He’s charging up his silly give him a sec

[tulipsforvin]

Hi!! I really enjoy your works!!! Thank you very much for sharing your talent with us!!!

🚫NSFW ahead

I'm not sure how to write this, but, I'd like to request a one shot with William. Like, after a tiring day, he and his darling have a very romantic bath (with like, flower petals and champagne) which slowly turns into soft sex? Also, if you feel comfortable, can the reader be fem?

I hope this is ok with you, if you don't want to write it then don't!! Thank youuuuuuuu byeeeeeeee

A/N: My god, this is the cutest way I've seen anyone request smut. GUYS IM KINDA PROUD OF RHIS

William J. Moriarty x Fem!Reader

The crickets chirp emphatically in the green grass outside the residence, rubbing rough portions of their wings together. The weather tonight is humid — only further increasing the fatigue of the couple inside.

The two, even with the damp and muggy environment, can't help but slump against each other helplessly — peeling off the layers of clothes that bound each other.

William's eyes immediately go hazy at the sight, placing his palms on her hips and caressing the soft skin there with tenderness.

“Dazzling.” He murmurs, exhaling shakily. It had been too long since the two had any form of intimacy. The absence of affection between each other due to the strenuous work that had been piling up for the both.

“How I've longed for you.” William whispers as he leans in against (Name), angling his face just enough to pepper the softest of kisses against his lover's supple neck.

The two, lost in their love for each other, feeling the need bridge the gap of contact that they had to suffer through for so long, lock their lips against each other. William's caresses that have not yet left his darling's hips grow softer. Infinitely more tender.

(Name), in a daze of kisses, loops her arms around William's neck and brings him in closer. His lips return to her neck and she tips her head back to let him nibble on the skin better. He reaches her calves, pulling her up. (Name) wraps her legs around his waist.

The quiet and small noises of lips connecting and disconnecting, soft sighs, shaky breaths and the discarding of their remaining garments hitting the marble floor with a soft rustle follow them into the bath.

The couple enters the bathtub embraced by porcelain curves and floating rose petals with a small splash. Scented candles cast a gentle orange glow on the entire bathroom along with two glasses and a chilled bottle of sparkling wine that stand ready for them.

Small laughs from the two eventually lead to eye-contact that lasts longer than they usually do, sipping on champagne lead to gazing at each other's lips and before they're aware — they're kissing each other again.

(Name) crouches down low on the bathtub, her breasts resting against the rim of it and William kneels behind her, hot breath hovering over her skin as he sensually trails his lips from her nape to the small of her back, causing a wake of goosebumps.

She turns her head over her shoulder to look at him, eyelids equally hooded with lust as she places an index finger under her chin to pull him close. William's chin now rests on (Name)'s shoulder to inhale her scent before he locks his lips with her own again, causing her eyelids to flutter shut momentarily.

His fingertips slowly, sensually and languidly travel over her back to her ass until they rest at the apex of her legs. He taps very slightly at the entrance with his middle finger, asking for permission.

“...May I?” He asks in a hoarse whisper against her earlobe — the raspiness and the desperation in his voice sounding delicious.

(Name)'s breath hitches, nodding her head ever so slightly. With a soft sigh, William slides his middle finger into her wet folds, watching with delight as her head tips back against his shoulder. He kisses her cheek.

William slowly pumps his fingers in and out of her, the slick making it fairly easy to ease another finger in. He treats her body like a delicate instrument, withdrawing the most melodious moans out of her throat.

(Name) feels waves of pleasure begin to overcome her — slowly, but surely. A curl of his fingers and that causes (Name) to go over the edge. She’s trembling, hips bucking as she rides out her orgasm, blabbering William's name over and over again in soft murmurs.

He allows her a moment of rest, watching her chest heave heavily as she comes down from her high. He's panting just from watching her come.

His mind's a flurry of all obscenities that he wants to try out with her. To ravish her. However, that wouldn't really do. Tonight was a night reserved for affections, after all.

He aligns his tip against her sex, rubbing it up and down her entrance to gather wetness that would aid as a form of lubrication.

With a silent whisper of announcement to enter her, William places his hands on (Name)'s hip — guiding him down on his cock.

The both gasp softly as he bottoms out, giving her a moment to get used to him before he begins to move inside of her. Slowly, gently. (Name)'s lips find his again, swallowing each other's moans as the two roll their hips against each other; cheeks flushed pink.

“Are you alright?” He whispers. “Is this okay?”

(Name), her head already too high up in the clouds, couldn't answer — only gasps and moans and the prettiest of whimpers leaving her lips as her fingers claw feebly at the rims to try and ground herself. To stabilise her, even if just a little against the pleasure.

“Liam..” She moans out, her walls tighten around him. William groans, head falling against her shoulder at the sudden clench.

“I—” He huffs, leaving a faint red mark on her nape. “You need to tell me, (Name). If you don't like what I'm doing to you right now.”

“I do. Oh god, Liam.” (Name) inclines her back, pressing her plushness further against his hips - pulling him in, sucking him in deeper. “I love it. So, so much. I love you.”

(Name) feels a warmness begin to pool in her stomach sizzling waves of pleasure begin to take over her - especially when William extends a hand between her legs to rub at her clitoris. The sensation, too overwhelming for her makes her orgasm around his cock. Her legs tremble, moaning into her arm as she experiences her second orgasm of the night.

William shudders in pleasure, snapping his hips against hers repeatedly but the motion is so very beautiful, so very tender.

“You've done well, love. So well. Hold on just a little longer for me.” He grasps at her curves to steady himself, murmuring all kinds of praises as his thrusts go from a steadfast, loving pace to a more sloppy, desperate one.

“Can I—” His words are cut off with a grunt, feeling her insides flutter around him brilliantly. He pants heavily as he leans back ever so slightly. “—haah... inside you?”

A whimpered “Yes” in that sweet, sweet tone - so breathy and so lovely of hers was all he needed, all that was required to tip him right over. He released, head slumping forward as he exploded into his own orgasm.

A mixture of moans, groans and whimpers echo throughout the bath, both of their eyelids flittering shut. William bucks his hips gently, slowly - making sure his pace is kind to her body before he eventually stops.

A comfortable silence fills the air, the two gasping for air from their intimate activities. William pulls (Name) on top of him so she can easily settle and relax against his chest, his back now resting against the rim of the bathtub while he pulls her in close to him.

“That was..” (Name) exhales. “Amazing.”

William hums in satisfaction, pushing a lock of (Name)'s hair behind her air. “It was.”

“I guess we need like, an actual bath now, huh.” (Name) grins lazily, snuggling up to him.

William returns the smile, kissing her head.

“I guess we do.”

[moxxpoxx]

she's investigatin'

[gothic-mothic]

Late post! But I have an excuse, it’s my birthday :]

[foxgloveshy]

local menace ghost boy collects blobs as pets, more at ten

What if blob ghosts were like little companion fish and gathered around stronger ghosts?

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Soaps point of view :)

[jiyascepter]

˗ˏˋ➳ mirrorball by taylor swift lockscreens

reblog if you save

do not repost

[jrooc]

My fic ❤️‍🔥 In My Veins Like Lightning ⚡️is no longer a WIP!

With amazing @gallapiech art 😭

Read the Epilogue now Or start from the beginning

Epilogue: It's Mickey's big race day and the bike boys try something new 👀

Summary:

Ian lives in Toronto with Lip, having relocated to open a Canadian branch of the company. Mickey, a pro cyclist, moved to Toronto as an escape from his life. Their paths cross almost literally as they run into each other. However, what happens next hinges on whether either can overcome their traumatic pasts.

Rating: E

[baronessblixen]

Whatever The Future May Bring

Combining prompts again: 24 Days of X-Mas Files Challenge prompt: snowed in with only a fireplace and Eight Nights of Mulder Day 2 is: heritage

Summary: Mulder's doubts hit him at the worst moment imaginable. Luckily, Scully knows exactly what to say. (IVF arc, angst; wc: 849)

Tagging @today-in-fic @eightnightsofmulder

Fire crackling in the fireplace, engulfing them in a cozy heat. He stands there freshly showered and watches Scully warming her hands in front of the fireplace while the snow that brought them here rages outside.

Her hair curls against her cotton-candy pink cheeks and the soft smile she's wearing melts him. As if knowing he's watching her, she turns around, reaching out for him. They don't utter a single word, their eyes doing the talking. She's wearing a satin pajama, one he's seen plenty of times, but this time, she's left an extra button undone, tempting him.

"Help me get warm?" Scully asks, her voice silken. Speech still evades him, but he nods, his fingers working on the remaining buttons on her top. Excitement shoots through him with the anticipation of what is going to happen.

Finally.

And soon.

While his hands are on their journey, Scully's hand starts wandering, too, and finds its way into his underwear.

"What's the matter, Mulder?" she asks, her voice still gentle. He tries. He really tries, squeezing his eyes shut and focusing on this moment, on his dream come true.

"This isn't working." It's Scully's voice and it's not. Mulder sighs, and opens his eyes, staring at the egg-white wall before him. Gone are the cabin, the fireplace, and worst of all, Scully. His fantasy a mere bubble that has burst.

His own hand lets go of his soft penis, the sense of failure pricking his mind. He told Scully that he's a pro at this part and as it turns out, he's not. Giving himself a moment, he sits down in the plastic chair and flips through the provided magazines. His mind, however, is elsewhere.

What is a father? And what will he be, if this works?

He and Scully haven't talked about it yet, both too scared to mention it. Neither of them dares to bring it up, fearing it will cause an avalanche of questions with consequences for their relationship. It's easier to push it aside, and up until now, he's managed. Now, in this room, where it counts, he can't stop thinking about it. About who he'll be in the child's life. About what shadows of his heritage will fall over this new life.

Once, years ago, Scully asked him about his family, his genetic makeup. Back then, he didn't know what he knows now. Can he still do this?

His timing - and location - suck, but he needs to talk to Scully. And he needs to do it now. She picks up after a few rings, seemingly happy to hear from him.

"Are you, um, finished with your... donation?" she asks and he wonders if she's blushing on the other end of the line.

"Not quite," he admits with a sigh. "I'm not- I'm lacking inspiration."

"And you called me to help you?" She doesn't sound as shocked as he would have expected, and for the first time in a while, his penis throbs, giving a sign of life.

"Not quite that either."

"You're not making sense, Mulder. Is there a problem?"

"There is. I- I started thinking about the implications of what we're doing."

"You've changed your mind." He thinks he can hear her heart break through the phone.

"No," he stresses. "I want to do this. That's not it. But what if... Scully, you know who my father is. I'm scared I'm not your best choice after all."

"I know who you are, Mulder. That is the only thing that matters to me. You're nothing like him. Nothing at all. Our child won't be either."

"Our child," he murmurs, closing his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. An idea with wings, ready to fly.

"It doesn't have to be," Scully says, falling over her words. "You don't have to be anything you don't want to be."

"I want to be," he admits. A father. A parent to this child that's half him, half Scully. He thinks of his own father - the man he grew up calling dad - and how he's shaped his life, and who he is. There are shadows in his biology that he may never shed light on. Maybe, he thinks, they don't matter much anyway. He trusts in what Scully sees in him.

"Thank you, Scully. I knew calling you would help."

"I should thank you. For doing this. Do you- do you need help with anything else?" He grins, wonders what she'd do if he said yes. But he has a date for this already. His fantasy Scully is still waiting by the fireplace.

"I'm good. I'll call you later, if that's okay. We could grab something to eat?"

"I'm sure you'll be hungry," she teases and Mulder knows he'll have no problem doing his duty now.

"See you soon, Scully," he says and hangs up before she can say anything else. His eyes fall closed as his hand closes over his manhood. He's back there at the cabin, with the snow and the fireplace, and there's Scully smiling at him, still waiting for him. And this time he's ready.