#i take no responsibility

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers EP1 | Kantbison + Rudest Moments

I really didn't have either of these possibilities on my Kantbison kinky bingo card. I am so naïve. So, incredibly, stupidly naïve.

[valkyriellis]

[supernowa-art]

forgive my sins... he just.... tiddies...

[batstabb]

Guys hear me out…

[thebibutterflyao3]

Oh my chapter 25…

Poor Peter!!

Peter does go through it a wee bit, poor fellow. I cringed hard when all of that went down, but I was no longer in control by then. The characters ran wild and I let them have at it.

[happyduckierevived]

*walks up to a mic and awkwardly clears throat while clutching Crucible book even though I haven’t read it in over 6 months and mostly remember the plot through memes

I love Elizabeth Proctor as a character and I think she’s there best person in this play. She may be cold and distant but she has some damn good morals and undying loyalty to a man that cheated on her. Thank you.

[thepariahcontinuum]

"Sometimes you've gotta bypass spilling the tea and just throw a kettle at someone instead" - Advice I gave to a friend....Follow my advice at your own risk, naturally.

[boorrger]

in case it wasn't clear I'll be posting spoilers so if any of you haven't seen the new episodes SKIDADDLE

[janokenmun]

u can have little a anti-capitalist revolution. as a treat

[banannabethchase]

ClaudioNick pre-match smut. What do they do get in the mood?

Don't Be Too Easy (When I Want It Hard) - also on on AO3

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Nick and Claudio fuck before their three way match for the title shot. That's it. That's the fic.

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Sarah what the hell this became an actual fic.

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He’s too antsy to wait much longer. Nick hasn’t had a singles match in ages, and the last one didn’t go so well for him.

“You got this,” Adam says. “Nick, breathe. You’re going to do great.”

Nick nods. “Yeah,” he exhales. “I’ll be fine.” Nick bumps Matt's shoulder. "I gotta go get ready for gorilla. I'll see you later."

Adam smiles at him. "Good luck, man. Go win a title shot."

"No!" Matt says, pouting. "I mean yeah, whatever, proud of you. But no singles belts." He looks over at Nick with those annoying giant eyes that seem to work on everyone but him. "You can't leave me."

"Oh, grow up, Matt. I can be a singles champ and your tag partner." But Nick leans in and hugs Matt as tightly as I can. "I'm not going to leave you, Matty. I promise."

Matt relaxes. "Okay."

Nick's halfway to gorilla when a giant shadow looms over him. “Oh, god. What do you want?”

“I’m here to prepare for the match, like you.” But Nick’s learned to read Claudio’s expressions over the past few weeks.

“Prepare, huh?” Nick says, leaning against the wall. He tilts his head. “What’s your routine?” He licks his lips, watching Claudio’s eyes flicker to them.

“Cardio,” Claudio says, stepping toward him after a glance down the hallway. Empty. “Some pumping.”

“Pumping, huh?” Nick asks. “Need a spotter?”

Claudio plays with something in his pocket. “You could say that.”

Nick pulls open the door of a locker room, one Tony had decided not to use. “Alright then. Need some privacy to pump?”

Claudio lines his body up behind Nick’s. “Of course.”

Nick’s bent over a bench within five minutes, with Claudio three fingers deep into him. “Jesus Christ,” he laughs. “You weren’t kidding about pumping.”

“I can’t have you injured for our match, Nicholas,” Claudio says, twisting his fingers. Nick almost loses his legs out from under him. “We must be fair as we battle.” He twists again and Nick keens when Claudio pulls his fingers out. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” Nick says, pushing his ass back. “Yeah, come on.” He checks his watch. “We got ten minutes before we’re late.”

“Oh, darling,” Claudio chuckles, and Nick can hear the sound of him slicking up his cock. “I can get you off in half that time.”

Claudio slides into him smoothly, like it’s nothing, and Nick slumps down on his elbows. “God, finally,” Nick sighs. “It’s been too long, man.”

“Agreed,” Claudio says, pulling back so slowly it feels like a tease. “This may be the best method I’ve discovered in my years for how to decompress prior to a match.”

“Yeah, sure. If you keep dragging this out, we’re going to be so late.”

“Are you asking for it faster, Nicholas?” Claudio asks, grabbing a handful Nick’s ass. He pulls back and swats at it.

“Of course I am,” Nick says, looking over his shoulder. Claudio’s got the smarmiest grin on his face. “God, you suck. Just eff me already.”

“As you request.” Claudio winks, and he picks up the pace to a degree Nick can hardly handle. It’s on the edge of too much, the speed of it, the way Claudio gently wraps a hand around his cock, and all Nick can do is hold on.

“Don’t – don’t stop,” Nick gasps, knuckles turning white as he braces against the bench. He pushes back against all of Claudio’s thrusts, trying to get all of him in every time.

“I was in no way planning on it.” Claudio’s grip around his cock tightens. “For the sake of time, are you close?”

“Yeah, I can get there,” Nick gasps. He’s torn between pushing back on Claudio’s cock and forward into the tight ring of his hand. “C’mon, don’t tease, Claudio.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

It happens before Nick can really think it through – Claudio comes deep within him without warning, like always, nothing more than a gasp and the warmth as an indicator. “Jesus,” Nick gasps. “God, I’m gonna be so gross throughout the whole match.” He whines as Claudio pulls out, jacking Nick’s cock so quickly Nick feels his orgasm sprint toward him.

“Yes, Nicholas,” Claudio says, lips by Nick’s ear. “That way you can feel me inside you the entire time we wrestle our match.”

That does it. Nick comes so hard his vision blurs, head dropping back on Claudio’s chest. “Oh, my god. That was unfair. You know saying stuff like that gets me off.”

Claudio presses a kiss to Nick’s temple. “That’s the point, angel.”

Nick laughs as he comes back to earth, blinking his eyes open. “Same time next week?”

“Prior to that,” Claudio says. “We should both be at WrestleDream, yes?” He turns Nick, kissing him quickly, like they don’t always do. “I will fuck you without abandon Sunday, too.”

“Cool,” Nick says, like that isn’t the hottest thing he’s ever heard. “It’s a date.”

Claudio was right – Nick can feel him through the entire match. But it’s the most obvious when he gets the pin.

“You’re insufferable,” Claudio says, glaring as they pass backstage after the match. “Stealing my win. I had Cage dead to rights.”

“Hey, not my fault you weren’t in the right place at the right time.” Nick grins at him. “Next time do a better job of expecting the unexpected.”

Claudio licks his teeth. “I won’t be so easy on you on Sunday, then.”

“You two don’t have a match on Sunday,” Matt says, popping out of the Elite locker room. “What are you even talking about?”

“Nothing of your worry, Matthew,” Claudio says, and his smile is predatory. “Your brother and I will handle our discontent in our own way at a later date.” He walks away, and Nick watches him leave until Matt yanks his sleeve.

“He’s so weird,” Matt says. “Also, I got you some water.”

Nick throws him a grateful smile. “Thanks, dude.” He raises the water bottle and chugs it.

“Come on,” Matt says, grabbing Nick’s arm. “I gotta get ready. Will you help me get my pump on?”

Nick chokes on his water.

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Mini Playlist: Ain't My Fault - Zara Larsson Hit it from the Back - Kim Petras Cum - Brooke Candy feat. Iggy Azalea PLEASE - Omido, Ex Habit

[sassaffrassa]

It appears I am terribly late to the ask game, but I would like to make two enquiries about your writing.

8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?

20. Any plans to work on original fiction this year?

Regards, Roche

— Sent from my Samsung Fridge

8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?

just mentioned doppler!roche in the other ask (yes hello it is literally exactly a year later, i really gotta look through my drafts more often, also ilu) but another one that's on the mind is the Emhyr/Geralt one (in true deviation from form), where The White Flame Dancing on the Graves of His Foes is an eldritch god on the level of the White Frost. and they fuck.

“Everyone always said she got her powers by her mother— by Pavetta, and the Eldar Blood that ran through her veins,” Geralt says, trying not to squint. It always feels important not to show weakness in front of Emhyr, but it feels doubly so now. Even though his eyes are watering.

Witchers actually can cry if their eyeballs might otherwise burn out.

20. Any plans to work on original fiction this year?

ok so i tried nano and then like Stuff Happened, but i also have been gnawing away at an original comic idea which i really hope to get somewhere on, about changelings and faeries and a little twig girl finding her place in the world with the child she was made to replace

[seraph-draws-stuff]

I’m not sorry for the person I’ll become when the Barbie movie comes out

[halloiambored]

Random Snippet

CW: implied captivity, manipulation, and possibly the bad kind of scandalous if you read into it.

“It’s you! Hey—”

Oh my god.

“I haven’t seen you in over a year, and for some godforsaken reason you show up here? I thought you hated these things.”

Noah could only stare.

Of course, he’d missed Elias, missed him more than the grinning bachelor could ever imagine. But this wasn’t a game anymore. If his ‘date’ found out they’d talked, if he gave anything away…

“Uhm, yeah,” he smiled. “I know, guess it has been a while.”

Noah had to make him believe it. Had to. But after everything — the drinks, the stares, the whispered threats — all he wanted was to break down in Elias’ arms. Maybe he would notice. Maybe he could help.

“A while? Seriously? Noah, we’ve been chasing even the barest of leads to find you. And here you are. I mean, god, the time’s treated you well. You look…”

Starved, uncomfortable, trapped—

“Sso good.”

[trekkiesagainstchastity]

It doesn't matter if that fic has been in your drafts for years and is now self-indulgent to the point of parody. If Steven Moffatt is allowed to do it professionally, you are allowed to do it for fun.

[eastgaysian]

[perfectlyripeclementine]

calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.