#the hox

[animalculous]

Natural-Killer Leuko, Telesphoros' Tomb Animal (basically a psychopomp/personal bogeyman/astrological symbol; he is not "real" and yet...). He self-styles as the king/necessary regulator of his realm (that does not mean he is consistently good or fair at his job, but aren't we all?).

[letstalkbeautyuk]

The Hoxton Hotel Amsterdam https://www.letstalkbeauty.co.uk/the-hoxton-hotel-amterdam/

[crimsonbubble]

Pretty Boys

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, rockstar!hongjoong, bartender!san, sub!san, alcohol consumption, threesome, oral, praise, tie as bondage, handjob, cum eating, overuse of the name pretty boy, boys kissing, nipple play *not proofread, just pure horny

[DAWG THIS STORY BUILDING SHIT IS HARD 🏃🏽‍♀️💨]

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Hongjoong all but slams his drink down onto the table, his eyes dark and glazed over with possessive hues. His right arm rests around your waist, tightening as his gaze looms over the man tending to the bar.

He can admit, he is quite handsome; he's young with sharp eyes. A snarky smile, dimples that lead you to false innocence, and a stinging jawline. He can see his build is quite impressive, with broad shoulders and a slim, tapered waist. The waistcoat he's wearing accentuated his torso. The rolled sleeves of his dress shirt exposed thick forearms, leading to a glimmer watch and thin silver rings adorning two of his fingers. Hongjoong can feel the bartender's eyes on him, sharp and cat-like as he makes drinks and tends to his customers.

You stared in disbelief as Hongjoong eyed the bartender, smacking his chest a few times before he finally looked back at you. “Having fun eye fucking the bartender?” You chuckled as you took another sip of your drink. Hongjoong huffs out a laugh, pulling your legs closer to him while adjusting his hold on your waist. You both looked over at the bar, watching him as he poured out drinks. As if he felt the eyes on him, he looked over at you; offering Hongjoong a curt nod and you a quick wink.

Hongjoong nearly broke the glass in his hand, cursing under his breath as you swung an arm around his shoulders. He looked over at you with faux discontent, glancing at the bar before pulling you closer. His lips ghosted over yours, his hands getting more bold as he held you. Hongjoong held you tightly as he kissed you, his lips molding with yours. His hands splayed possessively over your hips and thighs.

Your hands rest on his neck, pushing your hips ever so closer to his. Hongjoong always kissed you with raw and vulnerable emotions, this kiss was nothing short of that. But there was a hidden emotion resting on his tongue as it twisted and danced with yours. Hongjoong's hands became bold as the kiss grew frenzied, trailing up under your dress and along your inner thighs. As you continued to lose yourself in the dizzying kiss, Hongjoong found it more amusing to watch the bartender squirm.

Hongjoong smirked against your lips, watching the bartender with interest as his eyes kept flickering between the pair of you and his customers. Hongjoong's eyes fluttered as he shifted you in his lap. He stood abruptly, hooking your legs over his arm and clutching your side. He nodded to the bartender, motioning to the private rooms. Hongjoong let your lips trail down his neck, a smirk on his face as he listened to the footsteps echoing behind him.

He kicked open the door to a room, peeking over his shoulder as he dropped you down onto the bed. “Either lock the door or get back to work.” The bartender quickly looked between you, closing and locking the door behind him. Hongjoong sits on the edge of the bed beside you, leaning back on his palm. He rests a hand on his thigh, watching the cute bartender shift in his spot. He takes note of his hands that are clasped behind his back.

You lean against Hongjoong, crossing a leg over the other as your eyes drink in every part of the man in front of you. “No wonder you were eye fucking him so hard, he's hot, Joong.” Hongjoong chuckles breathlessly, mimicking your actions of eyeing up the man. His voice was gruff, “What's you're name, sweetheart?” You coo at the man, getting up to watch him a little closer.

You place your hands carefully on his waist, feeling his muscles from under his shirt. “C'mon pretty boy, don't keep him waiting.” You whisper against his ear, nipping at his lobe. Said man swallowed thickly, his voice coming out deep and soothing. “It's San.” You hummed softly as you kissed down his neck. Hongjoong slowly stood, shrugging off his loosened tie. He kisses your cheek, watching San from the corner of his eye.

“Wait on the bed for us, yea?” Hongjoong turned back to San with hazy eyes, a smug expression on his face. San gulped nervously, feeling something excitingly dangerous in Hongjoong's eyes. “Turn around, pretty boy.” San listened without a hitch, earning a kiss on the back of his neck. Hongjoong quickly tied San's hands together, taking full advantage of their clasped position behind his back.

“C'mon Joong, don't hog the pretty boy to yourself.” Hongjoong can hear the pout on your face, laughing as he pushed San towards you. By now you'd taken off your dress, sitting pretty on the edge of the bed in a matching set. “On your knees, pretty boy.” San quickly fell to his knees in front of you, his cheeks flushing a cute pink. “Get to it, baby. Don't keep me waiting now.” San's eyes widened as you spread your legs, his eyes zeroing in on the growing wet patch on your panties.

San bit his lips nervously, leaning down to you as you leaned back onto your elbows. San slowly peeled the fabric off of you with his teeth, watching you kick the fabric off your ankles. “Let's put that pretty mouth to use, shall we?” Hongjoong called out from behind him, pushing San's head between your thighs. San immediately followed his lead, sucking your aching clit into his awaiting mouth.

San peered up at you with wide eyes, giving your twitching clit harsh licks. Your head rolled back, letting one of your hands trail down to card through his hair. San's tongue swiped at your clit with vigor, focusing his tongue to swirl and suckle at the twitching bud. Each pass of his tongue over your clit had your thighs twitching, shaking around San's head. San whimpered against your pussy as Hongjoong gripped his hair, pushing his face into your cunt.

“There we go, sweetheart. Making my pretty girl feel so good.” San whimpered again, looking up at you with teary eyes. Your mouth hung open in pleasure as your release crept into your core. “Just like that, pretty boy. Keep going.” San whined at the name, his hips rutting into the air. You bucked your hips against his face, letting the roll of your hips get sloppy.

Hongjoong pulled San away from your wet cunt, cursing under his breath as he breathed heavily. “On the bed, on your knees, pretty boy.” Hongjoong patted his shoulder, helping you sit up. San listened wordlessly, facing you as he kneeled on the bed. You sank to the floor on shaky knees, fumbling around with San's shirt buttons. Hongjoong stood behind you, tugging San in by a fistful of his shirt. San could feel Hongjoong's breath on his face, his eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips. “Please kiss me.”

San voiced out meekly, his face burning. He can still feel your wetness that drips down his chin, a lewd sight as you watched the ordeal with the best seat in the house. “What was that, cutie? What did you want?” You cooed softly, marveling at the impressive body hidden beneath his clothes. Your hands pulled harshly at his belt and zipper, tugging them low enough to let his leaking cock spring up against his stomach.

Hongjoong hummed softly, tilting San's head up to his. San's hips bucked when your tongue dug into his slit, circling his tip. “Kiss me, please. Want you to kiss me.” Hongjoong groaned hoarsely, matching San's desperation as he kissed the bartender senselessly. San lost himself in the kiss, his hips bucking into your mouth as he let Hongjoong's tongue trace every crevice of his mouth.

Your mouth worked wonders on his cock, drawing him away from the ability to kiss back Hongjoong. “Can't multitask anymore, pretty boy? Gone all empty up here after feeling a warm mouth on your dick?” Hongjoong smirked at the whine that San let out, kissing down his neck. He nipped at the freckled skin softly, pressing his fingers against the nape of San's neck. San moaned against his lips, his hips bucking into your mouth.

Hongjoong stared down at you as you stroked San with an increasing pace, suckling his tip into your mouth. “Sensitive, huh?” Hongjoong's hands trailed from the boy's neck to his chest, ghosting his fingers over his nipples. San's hips jumped, making you sputter around his cock. Hongjoong pinched, pulled, and tweaked the younger man's chest, enjoying seeing him rock his hips into your waiting mouth. You pulled off of him with a muted pop, jerking him off quickly.

You watched as San's chest heaved, the cutest whimpers slipping from his lips. Hongjoong kissed up his neck, smirking against his skin with interest. “Easy now, sweetpea. Give my pretty girl what they want,” You stroked him quickly, letting his throbbing length rest against your tongue. “Don't be greedy now, pretty boy. It's only fair that my good girl has a taste too.” San's cock throbbed in your hands, his chest heaving with every breathy moan he let out.

You eagerly gulped down every drop, dipping your tongue into his slit as the final waves of his orgasm washed off. Hongjoong pressed his lips to yours before you could swallow the last drops, savoring the bitter-sweet taste on your tongue. Your eyes wandered down Hongjoong's figure, eyeing the bulge in his jeans. San's eyes followed yours, biting his lips as he eyed the impressive tent in the older man's pants.

You curled a hand around Hongjoong's thigh, pressing your other hand against San's. “I'm sure we can both help with that, right, pretty boy?”

[not-vox-on-tummbler]

VOX x Reader (Blurb)

WARNINGS: Rough Vox, established relationships, use of toys, use of term ‘slut’ more than needed, Smut

MDNI 18+

It was the bright electric blue that had snapped you out of the pre-orgasmic glow you had feeling buzzing in your stomach. It was so jarring have been in the dark just a moment ago KNOWING you were alone, until a bright LED screen was looking down at you with a shit eating grin.

“Having fun there sweetheart?” His voice low and husky, you groan in annoyance having lost your buzz. With a near snarl in your tone,”Fuck you,Vox! You fucking pervert…” you blush and cover yourself fully. He ‘tsk’ at you and sat next to you on the bed. “Now Now, I think you know better than anyone else that I own this precious little hole of yours and you are supposed to ASK PERMISSION TO TOUCH IT WHEN YOU ARE BEING TOO NEEDY OF A SLUT!” He reaches over and grabs a fist full of your hair. You groan in pleasurable pain, you hand flying up to grab onto his wrist,”A-Ah! V-Vox!” He yanks harder and pulls you closer to his brightly lit screen face.

Hissing, you squint your eyes from his screen and open up your mouth to speak again, but he’d beat you to it. “You address me correctly, or you don’t SPEAK at all. Remember?” He growls out and you close your mouth immediately. He grins and raises his brow expectedly,”Yes, sir. Understood.” He releases your hair and squishes your cheeks together. With tear as pricking in your eyes you look up at him,”I’m sorry, sir. I-I couldn’t wait or find you, sir. Please please forgive me…” you whimper out form your fish lips his grip was forcing your face into.

He chuckles and lets go, but not so gently. He releases you with a toss of your head back, you fall on the covers of your bed. You watch him through your lashes as he stood up and stepped off into the rest of the darkness in the room. You hear him pull out a set of keys, jingle them around and as he bent down the light from his head illuminated the chest you were all too familiar with. He unlocks it, takes a moment to look inside before humming in content with his decision of a pair of his own handcuffs and a vibrator that was just perfectly shaped to your pleasure and a suction. You felt chills run down your spine as you have now recognize that this was a punishment and by his pleased and calm demeanor you could tell it was gonna be a long and agonizing punishment.

Within a couple of hours you were crying whimpering and babbling nonsense. Repeating an apology that was being ignored. “Awe c’mon now doll face. You knew the rules. You know the punishment. There are not enough tears or begging that’s gonna change the fact you’re a desperate slut who just doesn’t listen.” He says in a soothing voice. He’s sat in the corner, his pants lazily dropped to his ankles and his hand wrapped around his cock rubbing and teasing his leaking tip. You squirm and kick as you feel another orgasm approaching rapidly, knowing your tells he grins devilishly and with a flick of his claws the vibrator is immediately shut off again, you toss your head back and let out a sob.

He laughs, and again the vibrator is switched back on. He loves this game. He loves making you pay for being disobedient.

It’s the reason you’re his favorite toy.

{Jinx}

[xxplastic-cubexx]

it doesnt need to be said but its genuinely so funny how at-the-hip charles and erik are in krakoa like they really had the green light- the OBLIGATION- to be as obnoxiously close to each other as possible and abused that right to the fullest extent

[markscherz]

As you're a proper phd scientist who made it through the gauntlet of higher education, I then assume that you have done some classes that have landed you in a fly lab or two. Do you happen to have a favorite Drosophila melanogaster mutation? Mine is apterous because they're flies who cant do the one thing they're named for (they can't fly).

I managed to avoid the fly labs, but I had amazing lectures by the inimitable Dr Vernon French during my bachelors at the University of Edinburgh about evo-devo and Drosophila. No better way to develop a deep fascination with HOX genes and other transcription factors. Off the top of my head, I think Bithorax is pretty nifty.

[src]

[hessobbingincabo]

House of X / Powers of X Through the Decades Variant Covers

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House of X #1 by Marco Checchetto [CYCLOPS]

Powers of X #1 by Joshua Cassara [STORM]

House of X #2 by Alan Davis [JEAN GREY]

Powers of X #2 by Patrick Zircher [BEAST]

House of X #3 by Jeff Dekal [PSYLOCKE]

Powers of X #3 by Bengal [EMMA FROST]

House of X #4 by Juan Cabal [ANGEL]

Powers of X #4 by Greg Land [ROGUE]

House of X #5 by David LaFuente [MAGIK]

Powers of X #5 by Valerio Schiti [GAMBIT]

House of X #6 by Iban Coello [NIGHTCRAWLER]

Powers of X #6 by CAFU [WOLVERINE]

[fuluv]

ANNNDDDD that concludes this year's parkvember! had tons of fun

[prompt list]

[kingsdodecahedron]

sticker sheet I forgot to share

[animalculous]

Unfortunately, the only way to get good at inking and shading (especially with balancing values) is to keep doing it. Anyway, here is a swamp elf getting (unintentionally) bullied.

[wishchip106]

i’m slowly making my way through reign of x atm and its like the comics are just remembering they need to feed me or something every now and then

i need more of my favorite bald guy 😭

i can accept magneto every so often BUT ITS NOT ENOUGH EUGHH

[frootloopsl]

[taffypointby]

hoxjean - 🎭 (but maybe instead ocs - other bg3 character) michael - 💕 fox fly - 🐰 mime - 🏨

anon i love you

[mammoth-clangen]

ohh, i already love Bat and his singular brain cell… was he born without his leg, or did he lose it?

Tyyyy! He's my special little guy, I care him a lot ❤️

And he has amniotic band syndrome! Aka congenital amputation.

Discussion of medical nonsense below ⚕️

Bat was technically born with all 4 legs, but the constricted one was already dead and had fully withered away be the time he was a few weeks old. People who have cared for kittens with ABS have said the limb tends to die even with intervention- so I imagine it's sort of like band-castration in steers.

Bat doesn't remember ever having his right leg. It already had no feeling when he was born, so thankfully, he's spared from phantom pain that later-in-life amputees get. He does have a fully developed scapula and part of his humerus, hence him wiggling the stump in Moon 4 part 2!

I don't want to get into spoilers, but while Bat doesn't get phantom pain, he's not free from amputation related health issues. Little/domestic cats aren't a 1:1 comparison because Homotherium is (obviously) much heavier on their joints, and much more reliant on grappling large prey.

Make of that what you will for now...

[xxplastic-cubexx]

eriks titties would fix me i think

with their powers combined i think erik's boobs and charles' waist could achieve world peace

[owsalfa]

The graphic novel is finished and is able to be preordered!