#I love you heheh

[beomiracles]

halloooo ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ !!! i just wanna say that i really love your works and seeing your friendship and bond with the other writers here in moablr makes my heart go 🥹🥺😩🤏🧡✨‼️🎀 like omg plssss y'all are so cute, i love seeing u guys on my feed! iz actually the reason why i made a new acc solely for tubatu bcs i felt like i can try and make moa friends here (bcs i'm not on stanttwt) 😭🥹 i literally have no moa friends to yap abt tubatu despite being a fan for some time now ueueuueueu and ofc bcs y'all also inspired me to try and publish some of my brainrots (which i hopefully will manage to do soon ><)

oh em gee !! squeee :D

I love my friends so so much, I don't know what I would do without them! and you made an account for tubatu only???!! yay omg omg I'm so honoured, and I would honestly love to be one of your moa friends hehe :3 !!

literally me too though, I've been standing them since 2021 and it's been so hard to find anyone to talk to them about :(( moablr has really been such a relief for me to find!!

and omg you might be publishing brainrots?!?!?!? I'm like, so sat. I would love to read anything you put out !!

[vinestaff]

for what it's worth, i was telling the truth when I said I enjoyed working with you

[gunstellations]

mlem 👅

[just-a-joey]

Hit that boy with a bat

[choccy-milky]

part 2 to my modern AU📘📗💕 (part 1)

[tempo-takoyaki]

Memories of the past.

[featherfangart]

Two Years Later

[youngzjae]

happy holidays kashi @jeonsupershy love from your carat secret santa ☃️🎄🎁❤️

cr. : win for WONWOO

[hatsbuckets]

price | gaz | ghost

John Mactavish who is restless after missions.

John Mactavish who talks his teammates’ ears off on the ride back, not caring an ounce if they’re listening.

John Mactavish who fills the space, the silence, the leftover tension with words, jokes, stories that tumble out like they don’t need to stop just for the sake of keeping the air from settling too heavy.

John Mactavish who laughs too loud, too easily, who tries to make them laugh too, because if they’re laughing, they’re okay.

John Mactavish who keeps talking, keeps moving, keeps the energy up. Who should feel tired but doesn’t.

John Mactavish who follows an antsy Sergeant to the locker room, lets himself be dragged into banter, back-and-forth, sharp and familiar. And throws a wet towel at one Kyle Garrick's head and dodges when it’s thrown back.

John Mactavish who lets himself be normal, lets himself be loud and easy and himself and feels the buzz of adrenaline settle—not gone, just quiet.

John Mactavish who moves again, because stopping isn’t an option yet.

John Mactavish who finds his lieutenant, sitting stiff, sitting quiet.

John Mactavish who crouches in front of him, grinning, teasing, nudging at him like that alone will shake off whatever is brewing in his head.

John Mactavish who doesn’t stop when the man huffs, rolls his eyes, glares—just keeps at it until the weight in his chest starts to feel lighter. Talking, teasing, waiting on one Simon Riley.

John Mactavish who watches Simon’s fingers twitch, watching for the moment Simon actually listens. Then pretends not to notice when Simon exhales, slow, steady, a release of tension that wasn’t meant to be noticed.

John Mactavish who grins just a little softer, who leans in just a little closer. And taps Simon’s knee as he stands up, as if to say, You’re with me, yeah?

John Mactavish who lets himself be stopped when he turns to go when a gloved hand catches his wrist. glances back, eyebrows raised, breath caught as the hand squeezes his own, just once, firm and grounding.

John Mactavish who lets himself be grounded and settled—drowned—in those beautiful, grease marked eyes that look up at him.

John Mactavish who swallows hard when Simon lets go first. And nods, just once, and walks away grinning like nothing just happened.

John Mactavish who finds himself at his Captain's office, where the door is unlocked, and the sight of one half-asleep John Price behind it with Gaz on top.

John Mactavish who makes his way in like he belongs there, because he does.

John Mactavish who grins at them both, full of mischief, before shoving his way onto the couch without a word, forcing himself into the space he belongs.

John Mactavish who burrows in, leans into the warmth, lets his body finally slow down. He closes his eyes, exhaustion creeping in now, welcome and familiar.

John Mactavish who is knows Simon isn’t far behind.

John Mactavish who is restless after missions,

but never too restless to be lulled into calm with the boys.

John Mactavish who groans at Price's snoring, but smiles, because he's undeniably comforted by the sound anyway.

price | gaz | ghost

[graciehart]

how to say "I love you" in x-files [48/?] ⤷ 6.03 — “Triangle”

[triona-tribblescore]

UH- UM- MY HAND SLIPPED-

Tw// suggestive material

[hungharrington]

Your last blurb has me thinking of Steve and soft early relationship smut where it’s still fairly new and exciting and he’s just so sweet and wants to be close to you 💔💔

this is basically the premise of a little less conversation BUT it’s also such a good prompt anyways that i wanna write something goofy n domestic hehe <3 u put heartbreak emojis but i’m making this goopy sry! and actually it’s not even soft god i’m sorry MDNI this entire blog is 18+

Steve sinks into you in one slow thrust and makes a noise like he’s been stabbed, his forehead to your collarbone.

For one very long moment, he doesn’t move.

“You… you okay?” You ask, all breathy yourself. Your cunt pulses wildly, eager for him to start moving, for some friction— but you’re worried he’s maybe hurt himself somehow. “Steve?”

“I’m good,” He hisses, voice all tight like he is very much not at all good. It blends away as a husky tone threads through his voice. “God, sorry, you just feel—“

He gives a little rock of his hips, pulling out an inch and thrusting back in and a beautiful moan pulls from his lips. He does it again, pulling out a little further and pushing himself back in to your wet, inviting cunt.

He groans again, “Oh my god, I like you so much.”

You startle a laugh, your arms around his neck sliding down so you can pull his head up a bit. Steve’s flushed and looking sheepish by the time you get him face to face. His hips haven’t stopped moving, still small, perfect thrusts in and out, driving you mad.

“Sorry,” He says again, half panting. “Not the best thing to say the first time we fuck but,” He huffs, a throaty moan slipping out in the middle of the sentence. “It’s true.”

You’re beginning to pant too, all your inhales sounding gaspy and high. Your thighs spread more instinctively, pulling them further back to your chest, letting him get in deeper.

“N-No, it’s good,” You say, smiling a bit as he focuses on your face, his lips parted and pupils blown wide. “I really like you too.”

Your words inspire another moan, particularly loud, and his hips rut into you with more fervor, a soft lewd squelching noise beginning to fill the bedroom. Steve moans shakily, peppering sloppy kisses up the side of your neck.

One hand shifts on your hip, sliding up to press your leg further out and unexpectedly, and there’s an audible pop of a joint cracking. Steve stills instantly, still inside you, as he stares down at your hip.

“Oh my god—”

“No, no, it’s fine!” You hastily interrupt, knowing what he’s thinking. You tug his gaze over to you and away from your leg, seeing the smidge of panic in his eyes. “It just cracks sometimes, you couldn’t know that, it’s fine, it didn’t hurt.”

Steve deflates rapidly, giving a relieved chuckle against your chest where he buries his face. When he speaks, his words are all muffled, “I thought I broke your hip.”

You can’t help it, you laugh a bit at that— imagining his panic at the thought. For the third time, you urge his face up and out of hiding, leaning up to nuzzle against his face.

“Quickest way to end a relationship ever,” He jokes, but you can hear the genuine worry beneath his humour.

“No, no, I’m sorry I should’ve told you,” You murmur tenderly, dropping little kisses along his cheeks and nose. His face blazes hot beneath your ardent affection. “But hey, we’re figuring it out, aren’t we? That’s part of the fun, yeah?”

You use your ankles, crossed over his tailbone, to press him into you and Steve gets the message quickly, starting up his gentle thrusts again with a grunt. The soft noises of sex resume, mixed with your combined low moans. The rhythm from before is easy to slip back into. Your cunt throbs hotly, pleasure starting to drool through your stomach.

“Yeah,” Steve breathes heavily, watching your face closely. “Part of the fun. Fuck, you’re so pretty.”

He says it so sincerely that it makes you gasp, clenching around him and eyes screwing closed for a moment. A low whine crawls out your throat.

“God, fuck you for saying that,” You say, with no heat at all. You can’t open your eyes just yet, you’ll combust if you see how handsome he looks right now.

“Yeah?” Steve huffs, sounding a little smug. Your cunt gushes at the sound of his voice. “Oh, you’re right. Figuring this stuff out is the fun part.”

You whine as he fucks in a little harder, the angle just right to have your gut twisting up in pleasure. Your breath is ragged and you finally open your eyes again, swallowing back another sound at the sight of Steve. Messy haired, pink cheeks, reddened lips. He looks hotter than you’ve ever seen him.

“Shut up and hold my hand,” You say— because two can play that game. It works a charm. You can feel the stutter in his hips, see the ripple on his face, hear the whimper in his throat.

Steve keens, tucking his face down into your neck again. His hand searches the sheets til it finds yours, fingers intertwining before he presses your linked hands into the mattress and ruts into your snug cunt harder and faster, deeper.

“F-Fuck,” He stammers, a moan lilting the word. “I like you so much.”

You can’t even laugh this time round because your mind is starting to melt a little at the edges— but it makes the pleasure all that much better, knowing he means it.

[zu-is-here]

<– • –>

[tsuutarr]

Perfect. Pristine. Pure.

That is what angels are. That is what Finley should be – what he is.

So, it’s really no surprise that he’s chosen as a guardian angel – your guardian angel. After all, only those who are the most pristine, the most perfect, the most pure can be a guardian angel. Anything less and corruption will be too easy. But Finley will be fine – he’s the pinnacle of what an angel should be, after all.

And now, he’s so excited to watch over you, to ensure that your life goes a little smoother than it has been.

As he watches over you, making sure you’re safe, he can’t help the affection that blooms inside of him. You’re someone he’s taking care of, which means that you’re his. You’re safe right now because he’s helping you. An umbrella on a rainy day, a pencil on exam days, a timely bus on busy days… he’s making your life so much easier! He can’t help the surge of pride that lights his heart.

He’s always so vigilant, watching out for you in any way that he possibly can. Whether you’re eating properly or sleeping properly concerns him greatly. It won’t do if you don’t take care of yourself.

But that doesn’t mean he wants other people to take care of you. Bitter vines of envy crawl up his throat whenever you thank someone else. He’s the one that’s doing most of the work, you know. Those thorns of envy only continue to bloom as he watches you laugh and talk and interact with other people.

Why can’t he interact with you? He’s the one that’s always watching you and taking care of you. Greed floods inside him as his desires fester. More and more and more – he’s greedy for your attention. For you. 

So, really, it’s no wonder that his thoughts become so twisted and wrathful. You can’t see him even though he gives you all of him, so why should those pesky flies around you get to bask in your presence? It’s not fair. It’s not fair. 

And it’s really not fair that you’re so pretty, so lovely. You always shine so bright, the epitome of everything Finley loves and adores. Watching you makes his skin flush with so much desire.

But he shouldn’t be feeling this way – oh, no. No pure, perfect, pristine angel should be feeling this way. Only those that have been corrupted by the world succumb to their desires. By the time Finley realizes this, he’s already in too deep. He’s already been colored by all shades of you.

So, there’s really only one answer, right?

Now, he’ll live only for you. He’ll make sure you realize just how devoted he is to you – just how much he belongs to you. Just how much you belong to him. You’re the one who taught him all these new emotions, after all. You’re the one who made him the way he is.

To him, you are his everything.

For you, he will kneel.

For him, for you, he will worship you and only you.

[timethehobo]

Random visual I had to doodle. I just like drawing characters in the rain hehe.

[doctorsiren]

Hey! I love your Bill AU with his parents still being alive! Seeing Bill, Ford, and his parents in funny situations is making me giggle! And the art is very scrumptious :D Like their human designs just make me wanna pick them up and squeeze them /pos

Also, Idk if you've been asked this, nor am I sure if you're taking asks/requests right now, but I would love to see Bill telling his parents what happened right after Ford dumped him broke off their deal in this AU (/nf /gen)

If you can't, I understand 110% :) But either way, I just wanted to say (again lol) that your art is great and I like your silly little AU! I hope you get 10 of your favorite foods :3

hehehe love it :D I’m always open to asks and AU things so don’t even worry about it 😁😁

Furthering his delusions 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉