#but i hope you enjoy!

[little-pup-pip]

Scooby-Doo!!

#Scooby-Doo #!!! #my favorite cartoon growing up #i had so many of the movies #has anyone else seen that other awesome Scooby-Doo moodboard that's like orangey #it's so cute! #anyway this is self indulgent completely #but i hope you enjoy! #as always #sfw interaction only #moodboard #sfw agere #age regression #agere #sfw littlespace #agere moodboard #age dreaming

[its-not-sof]

3:33am

mark smut + fluff

“That feels nice…”

Mark laughed as he continued to run his fingers through your soft hair.

“Yeah?” He murmured, smiling down at you.

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to relax in your boyfriend’s arms. It had been a long day and you couldn’t wait for this moment. The feeling of Mark’s nimble fingers caressing your skin, the warmth of his embrace, and the way he always made time for you to unwind.

Gently, his hands shifted from your hair to your back, applying pressure to your tense shoulders. You couldn’t help the small sigh of pleasure that escaped your lips as he kneaded the knots out of your muscles.

“Mark…” you breathed, burying your face in his neck. Your hands grabbed a fistful of his shirt as his hands moved to massage your lower back.

“What do you need, my love?” He whispered, gently applying more pressure at your hips.

Your heart began to race.

“You.”

At your breathless reply, Mark smiled.

“I was hoping you would say that,” he murmured.

You lifted your head from his shoulder and allowed him to pull you into a soft and lust-filled kiss. He worked you into a hazy state of bliss, gently sucking and nipping at your bottom lip while his hands caressed your sides.

He pulled away only for a moment to slip your thin t-shirt over your head, leaving your bare breasts on display. Your nipples were perked with arousal already.

“You’re so beautiful,” Mark whispered reverently, drinking in the sight of you. “I can’t believe you’re mine…”

Your cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink at his disarmingly honest confession.

“Just kiss me, please,” you muttered with an embarrassed smile.

Mark’s eyes sparkled with amusement when you couldn’t meet his gaze.

“You’re so cute, Y/N,” he murmured, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. He leaned in closer to catch your lips in a gentle kiss.

His warm hands softly cupped your breasts. His talented fingers flicked across your sensitive nipples, causing you to arch your back into his touch. He slowly trailed his lips down to your neck, sucking at the juncture of your bare shoulder before trailing back up behind your ears.

You let out a soft moan when he licked the shell of your ear, nipping at your soft skin.

“M-Mark, please…” you mumbled, slowly becoming undone by his ministrations. Mark softly shushed your pleas.

“You know I always take my time with you, Y/N,” he whispered, grinding against your hips for emphasis.

You bit your bottom lip and stifled a gasp at the sweet friction against your core. You were far too eager to get to the good part, but you knew Mark wouldn’t let you get off that easily.

His lips continued their assault down your neck, sucking hard enough to surely bruise. Your breath quickened as his hands slowly massaged down your sides to the edge of your panties.

He toyed with the lace trim before his nimble fingers made contact ever-so-gently with your folds. You moaned as he circled your clit, giving just enough pressure to tease.

You dug your fingers into his shoulders as he toyed with you, making you shift your hips against him.

“Mark, please—“ you hissed, grinding against his thigh.

Mark hummed against your neck.

“Lie down for me, Y/N,”

You quickly switched positions, letting your back hit the mattress as Mark lingered on top of you. His fingers hooked into your panties and slowly slid them off.

“Spread your pretty legs for me, please?” He murmured, dragging his fingers along the outside of your thighs.

You obediently complied, allowing him to take in the sight of you, fully naked, ready and waiting for him.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, licking his fingers before teasing your core again. Your breath hitched when he made contact.

“Lay back for me, okay?” He whispered, coaxing you back onto the soft pillows.

You lay back, letting out a deep sigh.

You were about to close your eyes when you felt a hot puff of air across your core.

“M-Mark!” You gasped as his tongue licked across your wet folds.

His hands reached up to your thighs, holding you firmly in place as he continued to pleasure you with his mouth.

You threw your head back against the pillows when his plush lips closed around your swollen clit, sucking hard before soothing it with the tip of his tongue.

“Mark, I— ah!“

You began to forget your words as he swirled his wet muscle around your most sensitive peak, alternating between sucking and flicking the soft bud.

His fingers massaged your inner thighs before he put them to good use, entering you slowly before curling and thrusting along with his oral stimulation.

You moaned, unrestrained, as he continued to pleasure you.

He knew he held all the cards, having you in such a state. He began to edge you slowly, pulling back to massage your thighs and tease your entrance before diving back in again. You were reduced to breathless moans and whimpers when you slowly felt the pent up frustration start to become too much for you.

“Mark, please, I’m gonna—“

You cried out as he finally tipped you over the edge. He continued to tease you through your high, feeling you shudder around his fingers and tongue.

Your breathing was labored as you began to slip back to reality.

“That was so…” you breathed, unable to finish your sentence. Mark laughed softly.

“I know,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. A smile stretched across his handsome features as he caressed your flushed cheek.

“My beautiful girl…” he murmured. “I’ll always be here to take care of you,”

You closed your eyes, a soft, satisfied smile still playing on your lips.

“I know,” you said, opening your eyes again to look deeply into his.

“Now let me take care of you, please?”

#nct mark #mark lee #nct mark smut #nct scenarios #nct smut #nct fluff #mark lee smut #mark lee fluff #nct mark fluff #listen y’all— #I have no good explanation for this #it wasn’t a request #but I have found myself in a consensual workplace relationship with mark from nct #don’t ask me why #because I don’t have the answers #but I hope you enjoy! #love y’all #am I cheating on baekhyun for this #I’m still a military wife don’t worry #sof’s nct writing ✍🏻

[lilbluebastard]

Ahem! I present to you! My werewolf version of Laura!

I wanna improve my spooky art skills to become a successful horror artist one day!

My version of werewolves are a lot bigger then normal, they mostly kinda remain human, honestly depending on the type of hair you have and gender

But they are very spooky! Basically the whole transformation is literally your whole body exploding, your bones break and you skin rip’s apart blood and gore everywhere but your still alive your in horrible pain…then after a few minutes of gasping for air your body starts to reform itself,

deforming your bones! Stretching your skin (possibly a lil too much and my werewolves don’t have tails forgive me 🙏) and once your bodies reformed, your new body is bigger and stronger! Faster and disturbingly quiet…,for a large beast there very quiet and stealthily

They can be aggressive and hostile but only if there hungry :>

Im sorry if this sucks, my writings bad and embarrassing but I hope you enjoy

Laura belongs to @cry-ptidd , I hope you enjoy! She was very fun to draw! I love Laura!!!

#hellsing ultimate #hellsing oc #laura chastel #pretty werewolf lady #analog horror au #spooky monsters #analog horror #cw blood #big doggo #i tried my hardest #I’m sorry if it sucks #but i hope you enjoy!

[lilac-hecox]

Title: Summer Sun for You Forever

Pairing: Damien/Jackie

Rating: Teen

Summary:

“I know. It’s good news really. I…I got a job offer, Damien. An incredible job offer with Second City.”

Damien’s eyes light and he smiles and jumps out of his seat.

“Jackie! That’s amazing!” He’s around the table and he’s hugging her, his arms warm around her middle as he leans down to meet her.

Jackie lets her arms shift up to wrap around his shoulders and hold him close, tucking her face into his shoulder.

“It is, but…the job…it’s in New York,” she says into his shirt, chickening out on looking into his eyes as she tells him, as she bites the bullet, as she hurts them both.

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, hurt/comfort, situationship to relationship, angst, happy ending.

Notes: Written as a part of the Smoshblr Valentine's Exchange! We had a writer drop out and as such I filled in and wrote this for @blondeforyou who was so sweet and patient! I hope you enjoy Snel!

#my writing #damien/jackie #dackie #smoshships #smosh ships #polysmosh #smosh rpf #smosh fanfiction #smoshblr valentine's exchange #blondeforyou #unplanned pregnancy #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending #my fic #my fics #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3feed #ao3 link #ao3 writer #archive of our own #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3fic #idk what it is with me writing beastly long fics #but i hope you enjoy!

[mochalottie]

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to those who celebrate!

I have a present for you: an actual plot this chapter!

And angst! My favourite, and possibly yours ;)

I do hope you guys enjoy it, and that you have a lovely Christmas day full of cosy vibes and good food.

I shall leave you with this my lovelies, ta ta for now <333

#avatar way of water #writers on tumblr #lottie writes fanfic #yblanl #it's now been one year of avatar wow being out how we feeling guys? #one year of knowing our little spider man wow #i feel a bit teary ngl #but i hope you enjoy!

[warmblanketwhump]

I'm not sure if you've already done something similar, but I'd loved to see something about a whumpee who gets cuts or burns on the bottoms of their feet. Just imagine them getting carried around and turned into a blanket burrito in the name of recovery. Maybe whumpee keeps arguing that they can walk, and no one agrees (and then they double down on their caretaking efforts.)

First, B hears a thud.

Then, rustling noises and a string of curse words.

B sighs, laying down the dish they were washing and heading upstairs. When they arrive at A’s door, they’re greeted with the sight of A, tangled in blankets, crawling on their hands and knees toward the door. They’re making a valiant effort, but they’re caught in too many layers to make much progress.

“A, stop. You’re gonna wreck your bandages.” B rushes to their side, crouching down the floor next to them and stilling them with a gentle hand between their shoulders.

A collapses in a heap on the floor and releases the world’s greatest sigh. “I miss walking.” It’d be comical if B didn’t hear the slight catch in their voice, the glassy look in their eyes, the trembling of their bottom lip.

It’s not just walking. It’s their independence they’ve lost, coupled with the reminder of what happened that caused it all. A hadn’t forgotten that—the nightmares that shook them awake each night and left them trembling in B’s arms were proof enough. 

"Got big plans today, do you?” B’s tone is teasing, trying to lighten the mood. 

“I just want a change of scenery.” A sighs again, looking forlorn. “It’s so quiet up here.”

B can’t bear the sad look on A’s face, so they grab a blanket from A’s bed. “C’mon then. I’ll carry you.” 

A looks wary. “You…you sure?” They swallow hard.

B nods. “Of course.” They shift their voice into a stern, regal sounding sort of pitch. “Now, up with you and into the bundle at once.” 

A rolls their eyes, and B swaddles them in the blanket and hoists A into their open arms, careful not to jostle their wrapped feet. 

“I feel like a takeout burrito,” A complains, though the smile tugs at the corner of their lips. 

“You are a burrito.”

A few steps later, A is settled on to the couch with two blankets, a glass of water, a cup of tea, and the TV remote.

“There. All set. I’ll just be in the kitchen doing the dishes, okay?” 

A nods, and B thinks they’re in the clear—until the entire pattern repeats itself a half hour later. B rushes back in to see A in a pile on the floor, once again tangled up in the blankets and halfway across the floor. 

“A, I’m serious.” B tries to keep the frustration in their voice at bay—they’re not frustrated with A, but they can’t risk infection in the wounds on their feet. 

A pushes themselves up on one elbow, struggling valiantly, then giving up again. “I just don’t want to bother you. I’m already a burden—” 

“Hey. Stop that. You know you’re not a burden to me, okay?” B tilts A’s chin up so they meet their eyes. A holds their glance for beat before looking down again. 

B frowns. They’ve got to do more than help A recover—they’ve got to get their spirits up. An idea strikes, and they swiftly scoop A off the floor, plop them on the couch, and dart away. When they return, they hold the solution proudly lofted in their hand. 

A wrinkles their nose in confusion. “A….maraca?”

“For whenever you need to go somewhere.” B smiles, rattling it gently. “Just shake it, and I’m there.” 

A rolls their eyes, but a smile tugs at their lips as they take the maraca and shake it themselves, testing it out. 

“Up you go!” B hoists them up off the couch, blankets and all. “Where to?” 

At this, A lets out a soft laugh and gives their order— “...the kitchen!”—and B’s heart swells with joy at the sound. 

“Your wish is my command!” With that, B carries them off to the kitchen, and for just a moment, it’s as if everything is right in the world again. 

#this is far more fluff than i intended #but i hope you enjoy! #this was weirdly challenging to write and idk why haha #hurt comfort #injured feet #being carried #whump prompt

[enigmatist17]

Here is my piece for the Moon Knight Mystery Swap ran by @tiptapricot !

I know I'm a little late on the draw, but this piece is for my gift-ee @blueberryrock :)

I hope you enjoy!

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It was supposed to be just a regular training session, just to loosen up and let off some steam from a job well done.

It's a bit funny of thinking of their workouts as such a simple thing, instead of training on how to better keep themselves uninjured in the field.

Tonight had started that way, the two Avatar’s heading to a warehouse Marc rented for their sessions. No regular gym could quite handle their powers without significant property damage, as they had all learned when Layla accidentally sent a barbell through the roof of Marc’s old gym after Marc insisted on becoming her trainer.

Very fun times he is not likely to forget anytime soon, much to her chagrin.

Layla was matching his moves beat for beat, her tied back curly hair bouncing as she ducked and weaved around bound fists. Marc can see the faint shine that envelopes her body as they spar, evidence of the power she was still learning to fully control, and he can’t help but think she’s beautiful.

She had never stopped being beautiful, despite everything he had done to almost ruin their marriage.

“You’re staring at me again.” Layla grins as she ducks a punch, popping up behind Marc and twisting one arm behind his back, while using a leg to force Marc down onto his knees.

“Am I?” Layla laughed as she pressed down harder, only to grunt in surprise when the other quickly jerked to the side, her back hitting the mat in the blink of an eye as Marc pins her wrists down against the ground.

“Mhm, absolutely.” Marc rolled his eyes as he kept Layla pinned, the two panting as they took the moment to catch their breath. “Not that I mind.”

“I would hope not.” Marc scoffed, trying to respond nonchalantly as he adjusted his grip, but Layla saw how his eyes took on a silver shine along with a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks. 

They’re not sure how it had begun to happen, maybe dying and coming back was the biggest reason, but Layla thought the shine was beautiful the few times she’d been able to get Marc or Steven flustered. It was easy with Steven, the Brit reminding Layla of a nocturnal animal looking into some headlights as they chatted in the kitchen, or relaxed in his flat after a night of crime fighting. Marc was less likely to show his own discomfort, that frown she knew by heart almost able to overtake the shine through what had to be sheer willpower. 

“Your eyes say otherwise.” Layla lifted her head to get closer, their noses barely brushing against each other as Marc swallowed, eyes darting around the room for a moment before focusing back on her. 

It was enough of a distraction for his grasp to loosen, and Layla took the moment to force her arms upright, causing Marc to let out a surprised noise before falling over to his side.

“I take it, I won?” Marc grumbled as she laughed, propping herself onto her side as the other sat up with a roll of his silvered eyes.

“I guess this can be considered a win.” His slight Chicago accent slipped through as he nudged her playfully, a rarity to hear to those who Marc did not trust. “Want to do another round?”

“Maybe, maybe I’d just like to sit for a minute and relax.” Layla waggled her eyebrows as Marc got to his feet, earning herself a slight chuckle as he went to retrieve their waters. “I don’t always get to see you so hot and bothered.”

“Hot and bothered?” Layla catches her tossed bottle with ease, taking a deep drink as Marc regards her with amusement. “You haven’t said that since before we got married.”

“To be fair, I never got to see you like that after you “gave up” your old job.” 

“That…is fair.” Marc shrugged, taking a moment to let out a breath before joining her on the mat. It was still a bit of a struggle to talk about the reason their marriage had almost failed, Marc still coming to terms with Steven and how to let the other parts of himself in without feeling the need to be ashamed. However, it was getting a little easier every day, Marc’s lips twitching into a smile when Layla placed one hand over his.

“So, have anything else you want to show me today, hero?” The faint purr was not lost, and Marc leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers with a grin.

“There are some….intimate poses I guess I could show you. Helps with runnin’ around on the field, stuff like that.” His lips are on Layla’s before either of them can draw a breath, and for a moment the world has fallen still around the Avatar's.

"Don't distract me with your kisses." Layla eventually hums, Marc's faint chuckle a near whisper as he moves his head down to kiss along her exposed shoulder.

"Hey, always works in my favor." The Egyptian rolled her eyes as Marc drew back, the two intertwining a hand as Marc gets back into his feet, Layla using him as an anchor to stand.

"I seem to recall the same for me you know."

"Hey, Steven doesn't count!"

"Hm...I think he does."

"No he does not!" Strong arms wrap around Layla's waist as she's hoisted into the air, and she can't help but laugh as Marc grumbles something about Steven blushing more than Marc has in his entire life. "You are no fun sometimes."

"Uh huh, yet here we still are." She grinned, leaning against Marc as he carried her over towards some of their workout gear.

"Bahibak ya habibi."

"Ani ohev otach." Marc replied without skipping a beat, setting his wife down and clapping his hands together. "Another hour, and then we can go hit up that vegan bodega Steven won't stop going off about."

"You know, the food isn't that terrible Marc." The American rolled his eyes, and Layla settles in for hearing another rant about vegan food and how his body can even handle the back and forth while tossing her some weights. "And they're still not called bodega's here."

"Eh, they will be to me."

Their relationship had never been normal to begin with, Egyptian gods using them as Avatar's aside, but at the same time they've never been so close dodging gunfire and flying into the night hand in hand.

"What are you smiling at?" Marc's question roused Layla from her thoughts, the man she'd fallen in love with looking at her with that adorable little grumpy frown as he picked up some weights for their next workout.

"Oh nothing, just you." Marc stared for a moment before smiling a little, and Layla returns the smile.

It's not a life anyone would ever consider normal, but it was theirs, all of theirs, and that's all the matters to her at the end of the day.

#moon knight #moon knight fic #moon knight mystery swap 2023 #I am so sorry for being late #but I hope you enjoy! #blueberryrock

[spogifogy]

i drew tessa!

#md fanart #md tessa #murder drones #murder drones fanart #spogi does art #i havent drawn a lot so its not great #but i hope you enjoy!

[starseverance]

It is time!

Time for what, you ask? (Or maybe you don't ask. Maybe you were here during my overly affectionate ramblings last night. If you were, ily /p. Especially you, Anon. <333) Why, time for my self ship lore carrd, of course!

It will make it a lot easier to guess at least one of my F/Os, but I don't mind! I've become a lot more comfortable here <3, thanks to all of you <33333333.

Okay I'll stop rambling, here you go! :D

#sev's thoughts #blog updates #it's not very long or detailed #but i hope you enjoy! #it will also be linked in my pinned btw

[concernedbrownbread]

When the devil herself walked in, Hiruzen felt strangely at peace. It had been a battle well-fought, he thought, against a worthy opponent. “I believe congratulations are in order,” Hiruzen said softly, “Hokage-sama.” Her red-stained lips curved up. There had never been a grim reaper that smiled so politely. And as the shadows lengthen and the light of the dying sun cast on Uchiha Himiko, Hiruzen saw her for what she was.

Introducing my OC: Uchiha Himiko

Series: The Promise of Dawn

Okay I have no idea how to do this because this is my first OC ever, and of course it's for Naruto. Here goes nothing:

A would-be Governor is born into a world of autocracies, child soldiers and militaristic ideologies. What is a girl to do but take over? Himiko is here to burn the shinobi system to the ground, but first she needs to deal with her sexist Clan (that she loves), the discrimination against Uchiha and her existential twin brother (oh, Itachi). And of course -- Konoha itself, a place where information barely circulates and lies have been repeated to the point where they become truths.

Good thing Himiko's a pretty good liar too.

And a bit of a manipulative hypocrite.

Himiko wants to make a world where the dreams of her family and friends can come true, where children aren't forced to be weapons and her brothers can exist without having to fit a mold. She will make everyone happy -- at the cost of herself, if need be.

I mean, what else do you lose except yourself, when you become a Kage at sixteen and a Goddess as twenty? How much of you is unmade as you unmake the world itself? Who are you anyway?

This is a story of how power corrupts even those who don't chase it, how much propaganda really matters, and how peace isn't held by love alone. It's a story about how someone can navigate a fundamentally fucked up system while clinging to basic morals (spoiler: it's nearly impossible). It's the story of how violence trickles down in a society. It about losing yourself in the service of others (not in a good way).

And I guess it's about people doing their damn best in a world that wants them dead.

Featuring: your favourite Naruto characters not always being perfect, your least favourite Naruto characters sometimes having a point, Various OCs, CIVILIANS, politics (the fun kind!), politics (the traumatizing kind!) and more politics (the worldbuilding kind!), and lots of ninshu (though Himiko doesn't know it's ninshu).

No seriously, I have so many notes on Konoha's system of governance. And the Uchiha. And the Hyuuga. Oh my god the Hyuuga -- like, obviously Himiko isn't letting a slave-system slide. Also the Uzumaki. Oh and Jinchuurki politics, and border politics, and revolutions in Kiri, and poverty in Suna, and competing with Kuo, and the Daimyo being actually involved. There is so much going on!

Further featuring: Symbolisms! Themes! Motifs! Siblings! Friends! Fluffy found family feels! Angsty family feels! Author projecting so hard!

If you're interested, Chapter 1 is up!

I'll try to make a post about Himiko herself, the world and other OCs down the line, but feel free to shoot me a ask!!!

Also if you care about such things, the main pairing is Himiko x being a girlboss. Characters are all very queer (including genderqueer). There's lots of romantic relationship love in the background but focus is on the platonic <3

#okay I realized I said very little logistically about Himiko herself #but i hope you enjoy! #naruto oc #naruto au #naruto fanfiction #naruto #hiruzen sarutobi #anti shinobi system #uchiha itachi #Uchiha Himiko (OC) #the promise of dawn

[unamused-kookaburra]

Part 1 l Part 2

#i had to split it into 2 parts because the whole video was too big for tumblr :/ #but i hope you enjoy! #i actually had so much fun making this #and shoutout to capcut for allowing me to create this masterpiece watermark free #the last kingdom #mine #video

[brett-is-afraid]

Can I get a demon colby x serial killer sam moodboard in reds and blacks?

Sure thing!

#the bloody pics werent as red as i hoped #but i hope you enjoy! #solby #sam and colby #rpf #rpf safe #pro rpf #sam golbach #colby brock #blood tw #brett speaks #asks #anon #knife tw

[lilbluebastard]

Hiii im sorry it took so long!! @cry-ptidd

But I wanted to draw my oc six days before her wedding soooo

I wanted her to meet Laura well she was still alive! So um it’s a lil embarrassing because I suck at comics and also I wanted to add some color but I’m really tired….so I’m so sorry if it sucks 💙

Oh! Keep in mind that this is somewhere in the 1700s…..yes…she’s older then she looks 😭

Also I’m so sorry if this is bad! This is my first comic!….ever ;-;

(Lil backstory) So um Savannah found a stranger, she hasn’t seen before out alone on a chilly rainy night, so she was all covered in warm clothes and comfy clothes and so…she gave her coat to this and her words not mine (maybe also mine) this absolutely stunning and gorgeous woman her coat to be warm and snuggly tonight! :3

#Savannah rosemary blythe #hellsing ultimate #laura chastel #my oc #not my oc #my art #my crappy comic #but i hope you enjoy! #I love Laura #honestly could of done better #but I’m a bit proud? #I’m so sorry it took so long #hellsing oc #I sorry ;-;

[green-planets]

Okay this is kinda niche I'll admit (at least it's a break from the usual Flat-Top requests lmao)

But I'm in an incredibly strong Brexnov mood, so if you're still taking doodle requests, could ya draw Turnov and Brexit (idc what they're doing, or it even being interpreted as romantic) together? I would be literally so grateful thank you sm for doing all the peoples requests it really is God's work

Bear hug!

#i'm sorry that this is a little late #but i hope you enjoy! #ask box #my art #starlight express

[monstraduplicia]

hiii I saw your beautiful Brother moodboards and I so relate to your feelings for Reb and falling for screwed up, irredeemable (fictional) killers, do you have a little list of characters with the same vibe? 👉👈

aaaaaa!! you've come to the right place 💜 fucked up little guys are literally my favorite so I have loooooads of recs (and yes i love rebel hes my bestest boy my lapdog my lovely lil killer so you def have good taste)

as for books i would recommend American psycho (patrick bateman is a very funny guy just like. what if we gave the most obviously closeted rich guy a knife), and then my favorite books of all time: lost souls (zillah, molochai, and twig are my favorite vampire serial killers. especially zillah. hes like a irredeemable, more manipulative lestat), drawing blood (trev is very similar to Michael in that he's reluctant to use violence and yet drawn to it), and of course i have to mention exquisite corpse tho it's not my favorite (two serial killers fall in love) all by poppy z brite!!! lost souls and drawing blood are so amazing theyre much more like. goth but they are still southern gothic so its not a huge stretch from brother

now as for movie murder boys!! "chained" of course bc it is the film that inspired brother (rabbit my beloved), the cell (Carl my beloved), deadgirl (one of my favorite films of all time and jt reminds me sooooo much of rebel), frailty (murder AND brother conflict AND father/son conflict), creep 1 and 2, funny games (both the original and the American remake are good bc it was done by the same director. also I'm just a sucker for michael pitt), red dragon, house of wax, primal fear (roy is VERY rebel coded), like minds, the talented mr ripley, stoker, natural born killers, rope (a gay classic), murder by numbers, psycho (guys that love their mom so much they murder people is a favorite of mine), deranged 1974, the black phone, behind the mask the rise of Leslie Vernon, spree, and bennys video!! not all these guys specifically remind me of rebel, but they're fun murderers that i just adore <3

#sorry this is so long but its currently. my favorite genera of film #sadly i dont actually read a lot of like. serial killer horror so i dont have much recs for that #but i hope you enjoy! #asks #anonymous

[ingenio-academy-if]

pulling them close while sleeping

Zaimé cuddle pile!!!💞💞

You let out a deep breath when the sound of the door opening wakes you, your head lifts up from Zane's chest to look at the dark figure that walked around the room. "Aimé...?" you whisper and your second partner turns xyr head, you can barely make out the smile xe shows you before picking up a large thick book that lay on the desk in the room, "I forgot this, go back to sleep, mon amour," xe starts to head toward the door again and you groan. You lift your hand up and make grabby hands at your vampire love and xe stops.

You only need to give xyr your best puppy dog eyes for a second or two before xe's climbing into the bed, leaving the book on the nightstand and nestling in close to Zane so he's squished in the middle between you two. your hands grasp each other and Aimé pulls your fingers up to xyr lips, peppering kisses on your knuckles.

Zane lets out a groan in his sleep before his arms wrap around you and Aimé and pull you close. The two of you snicker quietly and settle on his broad chest.

#ro ask #poly zaimé #ro zane #ro aimé #prompt ask #this was cuter in my head #but I hope you enjoy!