#lil manhandling!!

[golswia]

THE wall slam scene with my reverse gremlins 🧡

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers EP1 | Bison + Trigger-Happy

This was the moment that had me bent over in two laughing. Fadel's face. BITCH WE HAD TO RELOCATE BECAUSE YOU DUMB DUMB.

[your-fuccked-up-dad-volume100]

in the mood to hunt you down like prey in the most primal territorial way possible 🔪

[madamemiz]

hi hello would like sun fnaf to get grabby touchy w me pls and thank you

[b0amagination]

Home Is Where The Fanart Is

Happy Fanuary! What's Fanuary, you ask? It's my own little excuse to draw some very long overdue art for my friends, and develop better style with lineart at the same time!

Without further ado, I started with an author whose work captivates me in a truly indescribable way. It would be truly terrifying to a hacker to see how often I'm on her blog rereading an old favorite or an entire story. I will never be able to find the words to explain the magic of her storytelling, but I sure try my damndest every time.

Kirsten @whumblr 's Zayne and Jay of HIWTHI have had a deathgrip on my soul since the first chapter back in 2020 and, though I've drawn them before, once was never going to be enough.

And, well, maybe I figured out the plot of this interaction and impulsively wrote fanfiction. At the end of the cut are a few bonus detail shots as well <3

Content warnings: Belting, forced stripping (partial, not sexual), and canon-typical home invasion.

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“Aren’t you tired of this old song and dance?” Zayne flashed him an unimpressed look, then glanced down at his own outstretched hand. Still empty. 

“I am. Glad you finally agree,” he huffed and brushed past, only to be caught by the collar of his button down. The grip tightened and pulled him, stumbling, face to face with his unwelcome visitor. His eyes cast down. 

“Then why is that belt still around your waist?” 

Jay bristled. He knew damn well how long his day had been, because he’d started unloading it on Zayne the moment he arrived home. If it weren’t for the sudden order that cut him off, his tormentor would have still been listening to that afternoon’s office melodrama. The last thing he needed was to present his battered body on a platter before the long weekend. 

“I have more than one, you know. If you can rummage through my fridge, you can give my closet a passing glance every now and again.” Regret only came on after handing him an open invitation to look through more of Jay’s belongings, but he suspected Zayne had already done more than his fair share of that.

“As it happens, I was looking for this particular belt.” He drew a finger along the smooth leather. “If you’re craving ice cream, an ice lolly just won’t cut it.”

“Does the trick for me,” Jay shot back and turned away down the hallway. “Here, I’ll show you where they are.” His brisk pace far too closely resembled running, and the heart pounding in his throat mimicked that well. He’d hung last time’s belt separately when he remembered he didn’t have the funds to simply keep discarding them. Probably the same reason Zayne didn’t care to use it again.

Just like a cat. The moment something was designated his, his interest dissipated. 

On an instinctual level, Jay knew he wouldn’t make it to the bedroom, but some part of him still had the audacity to be surprised when a hand twisted his hair and flung him toward the wall. Even though his shoulder took the brunt of the impact, the blow to the head was enough to skew his glasses. Jay leaned back and raised a hand to set them straight when Zayne took hold of his shirt and yanked it from his trousers.

“Get off!” In finding a stable place to lean back, Jay had unwittingly trapped himself against the wall where a knee now dug into his hip, holding him still enough to free one button, then another. He wrapped fingers around Zayne’s wrist. “The hell are you doing?!”

“Why don’t you deduce that yourself, Jayboy? Surely you can be a more reliable source than your coworker found.” A fist drove into his gut and Jay lost his grip, allowing the shirt to be shucked off him and thrown aside. 

“You could’ve just asked!” He tried to swallow the clear hypocrisy. Somehow, he only happened to think these plans through about two minutes after initiating them, and wondered how he hadn’t already anticipated the outcome.

“Try giving the same order three times in a row. See how patient you are when your punching bag cusses you out,” Zayne shrugged, reaching for the undershirt next when Jay hugged his waist in protest. He didn’t understand why Zayne held him by the hip instead until nimble fingers flicked out the end of his belt, pulled to free the buckle’s prong, and whipped it out in a single flourish. 

“On your knees.”

“Wait, wait- fuck!” The full length cut across his front, only shielded by thin cotton, but the familiar sting throbbed on his jaw. A tentative touch found hot, angry skin just below his cheek. “That was my face, Zayne!” 

“You clearly don’t care to heed my requests today. I don’t see any reason to return the favor.” He doubled the leather over and tilted his head.

Finally Jay made eye contact, turned his back, and slid to his knees. 

“No. Face me.”

“I’m not letting you bust my lip with a belt!” 

He’d already resigned himself to the shove when it came and caught himself just before he hit the wall again. Zayne’s boot landed on his ankle and couldn’t hold back a smile at the yelp it forced out. 

“Then you’d better get your arms up and make sure I can’t.”

[plistommy]

My biggest pet peeves are when Steve is made to be this big beefy guy when he got little bit more muscular or when when Eddie is made to be smaller when those two guys are the same height and literally pretty much the same size like WHAT size difference?? :(

[bylertruther]

50s or 60s au idk where homophobia isn't like um. real <3 and will is a poor prep and mike is a rich greaser and it's all cute and gay.

will wants mike to give him a ride on his motorcycle and pouts at him until he relents (as if mike hasn't been daydreaming abt this scenario for ages). mike's brain short circuits the first time he feels will hold on to him, and his heart threatens to leap out of his chest whenever he starts giggling and woo!-ing in his ear.

they often share a milkshake at benny's burgers where will talks and talks and talks and mike makes the conscious and incredibly valiant, taxing effort to pay equal enough attention to both him and his lips. (will flicks some of the milkshake glass's condensation at him and tells him my eyes are up here, mike.)

mike lets will eat the cherry n kisses away the whipped cream from the corner of his lips. he very chivalrously and mercifully does not comment on how red will blushes after, because he's a very good boyfriend. (he waits until later to bring it up ofc, specifically when will's gotten a little smug and off-guard.)

will is always locking arms with him and mike is always putting his arm around will's shoulders. mike gives will his leather jacket when will's cold and will ignores mike's many protests and just shoves his still-warm sweater over mike's head whenever he's CLEARLY shivering but refusing to so much as admit tht it's even a bit nippy outside.

will fixes his hair for him after and tells him while giggling that he looks like an angry bird right now. mike just blows his hair out of his face and glares at him without any bite to it bc he turns into a softie around will sure but also bc he's kind of screaming inside at the fact tht will's sweater smells just like him which means he'll smell just like him now and it's so warm and Oh My God He Was Wearing This And Now I'm Wearing It And That's Kind Of Like A Hug If You Think About It And—

[cupiidzbow]

ummm thought abt him (🦍🏄‍♂️🌊) grabbing me gently by the waist and pulling me up closer to his face so he can get a good look at me before bringing me up for a kiss and got violently ill in the best possible way sorry

[ap-kinda-lit]

Me @ Vegeta

[moregraceful]

KAAPO KAKKO TO THE KRAKEN? DEAD ASS?

[pickletrip]

The way he cares for Ai Di without actually saying he cares.

Is that an intentional/unintentional neck peck?!?!?

[bunny-priiince]

You look so good there under my boot, baby, so pretty. Don't move yet, I trained you better than that, sweetheart.

Good. Good, that's it.

My big, mean guard dog, you look so good on your knees for me.

[disillusionedd]

more than anything rn i want to be on my knees for a handsome butch with hands in my hair while i mouth at their strap through their denim jeans

[your-fuccked-up-dad-volume100]

Hey (With the intention of being murderously obsessed and possessive of you).🔪

[danmeiljie]

Gong Jun Manhandling Go Fighting Universe

[snowball-doie]

big dick!corruption kink jeno.. HEAR ME OUT. He's just sooooo big and thick that his baby starts crying :( but he just can't help himself shes just soooo tight. Jeno talking u thru it and holding ur hand IM DIZZY, the small grunts he does while he tries so hard to hold back and not bottom out immediately >///< frothing at the mouth your posts / rants awaken smth in me I am jumping thru the screen pussy first right onto jenos meat don't even play

can i be foul / so unholy rn. i dont think jeno could hold back, and i deadass wouldn't want him to-- IM THROWING ROMANCE OUT THE WINDOW FOR .00002 SECONDS OK WALK WITH ME!!!!!!!!!! him trying his best, right. "ah, fuck, baby, you're squeezing my tip, how'm i gonna get the rest in?" and he's just hesitating there, warming the tip of his cock in you, slowly inching forward while trying his best to be the good, perfect, romantic, caring, gentle partner he's supposed to be. but fuck, he just cant help himself! you feel too fucking good-- "im so sorry, baby.............. fuck......... hold my hands. ya, just like that. deep breath. good girl." and suddenly he's pushing in all the way, watching as you squirm and cry beneath him...... and he hates that he loves the sight so much. you're so full of him. you're trying so hard to regain your sanity on his cock. he's just so in love with seeing you fucked-out and all he's done is put himself in you ONCE.