#Tangled Up [Branches In A Flood]

[nevaronn]

she is off to the editors

10.2k words, 25 pages in a google doc and weeks of my life have finally brought Chapter 1 of my slowburn to a close.

Chapter 1 of my slowburn fic titled "Tangled Up [Branches In A Flood]", will be posted tomorrow. TUBIAF is part 1 of a 3 part series that will take us through life of Ikkaku Madarame and Yumichika Ayasegawa before, during, and after the main Bleach series. I am estimating the entire series to be ~80 chapters.

I look forward to bringing this story to you all, it's gonna be a long, wild ride :)

Do enjoy this small snippet in the meantime~

[neonbitemarks]

@ofviolentdeath

Johnny hated having to ask for help, but he'd gotten evicted again after too many noise complaints, and couch surfing wasn't doing anything to help his pain management, both in terms of physical comfort and the fact that most "friends" he had out east could be more accurately described as acquaintances with habits as bad, if not worse than his own.

It had gotten bad enough that he couldn't even summon the energy to shadowtravel to get home, so he'd hopped a flight from New York to Vegas and called his dad to pick him up from there.

He was quiet in the car on the ride home, too tired and sore from the cramped conditions on the plane and having to navigate busy airports at either end while on crutches.

[gilnoruil]

"Being born among dragons on Outland, I had no idea about most of the holidays the peoples of Azeroth like to celebrate, save perhaps Winter Veil. Halla was eager to celebrate one they call 'Love is in the Air'... A rather obvious name."

"We took a picnic to a grassy hill on the isles. It was... Nice."

[shadow--wanderer]

[v1scera]

tag dump: vessel.

[craftblood]

what  tragic  horror character trope  are  you  ?

the vampire .

it is the loneliest day of a vampire's life, the first time they look into a mirror and see their reflection missing. drinking blood sucks too, don't get me wrong, but as a vampire you had to learn to hide from the sunlight, from your family, all your friends, because you were unavoidably different now and you didn't know how to explain that to them in a way they would understand. you could get stranger's blood in bursts, but what is life when you can't know someone for longer than the night lasts? you left everything behind because it was easier than trying to tell them. i just hope you know you're not the only vampire out there, and that there exist people who will understand your situation without a word. they'll sit with you in the dark for as long as you'll need them to.

tagging: whoever sees!!

[catsushizz]

Love me until I love myself - S.R

Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

Summary: Spencer got used to his life consisting of books and the BAU he had never truly viewed the prospect of love but when you came it all just clicked.

Warning: no use of y/n

Fluff

WC: 1.1k

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Spencer got used to waking up with an empty bed beside him and it never crossed his mind that it made him feel lonely or sad it just felt natural. His apartment is quiet and he never noticed that his eyes grow somber as the day passes, it's unnoticeable, subtle but there.

He was in a state where no one knew what was going on with his life but he'd like to think that his life was a mere touch of tranquility whenever there was no phone going off every second of the day.

But a single touch of color changed how he perceived life and gradually he found himself falling in love. It's like the cosmic collided when you first talked to him and from there on public libraries became his solace everything you like became his safe space, benches in the park, the car that you take road trips in, the Lumineers, and your favorite cafe. You were the color that was missing from his blank canvas, no matter how rough he was, you smoothened the edges of his life.

You were the subject of his poems, the muse of his dreams, and the bearer of his heart. Tangled in a sea of messy sheets, your hands draped over his torso, his head buried in the crook of your neck, and for the first time, he was terrified of waking up alone.

His eyes flutter open and search for you and when they land on your sleeping figure he can feel his heart palpitate in adoration. The ever-growing branches of his life continued to grow but were now accompanied by the leaves that were growing between the crevice of his broken branches.

Your touch was addicting, your fingertips would explore every inch of his body. He notices when your finger brushes against his scars you massage patterns with precision and he feels like his heart could burst, he loves you so much it hurts.

He can't even imagine the storm taking you away from him, he would suffer an endless flood if that were to happen.

He loves how you glow so effortlessly under the scrutiny of the sun or the way you hold his hands whenever you feel like he needs it but he especially loves the fact that you love him despite his flaws. There are nights when you fought so loudly and exchanged some hurtful words, and he remembered how much he wanted to take it back but you weren't perfect either and that molded you both together so perfectly that not even the afterglow can rival it.

Spencer never really quite grasped the concept of life solely because he didn't know if he was choosing the right path and it keeps him up at night, what if he chose a different path and completely risked not meeting you? he would rather die, you were cuddled up with him on the couch watching documentaries when he blurted out his concerns, but your sentiments deemed his thoughts.

"I think no matter what path you choose, it will always lead to us, our souls are intertwined, and it's carved in our hearts. There's a possibility that there's a chance for us to meet again in another lifetime I think I will recognize you, purely because I'm sure our souls left remnants of our past lives to help us remember how much we truly loved each other," you whispered, as you ran your fingers through his unruly hair.

His heart skipped a beat, you still make him feel that way despite his youth withering each day, you make him feel young.

"I love you, you're the best thing life has given me" he tried his best to keep his voice stable but it wobbled and you chuckled lightly.

"You know I love you more" You wiggle your brows at him with a grin. He laughed and pulled you impossibly close.

"But I love you most" he replied and you groaned burying yourself in the crook of his neck.

"we're not gonna bicker about this again, let's just say we love each other so much that time can't measure it" you murmured as you kissed the crook of his neck, he giggled at the contact of your kiss making you subconsciously smile.

"But I love you more than everything though" he teased.

"Don't you dare quote Beautiful Boy to me right now" you sternly said and he laughed. Oh, his life was different now but different in a way where you crave for it to last forever.

His broken parts where he learns to hate, you learned to love, and the things you hate about yourself he came to adore. Spencer always felt like an extra piece in a puzzle but turns out you were too, both of you stand out in the best way possible, and to the ends of the earth, he will follow you, his life in the BAU be damned.

If ever old age has its way of finding him then all the light in the world may cease to exist. Time can consume so much in a person, that Spencer wasn't sure if he liked it but growing old with you was a different story.

He'll live and tell a story of how much he loved a single girl who completely changed his life, even if his hand trembles in every movement he makes, and even if his memory fades he'll hold on to you so deep in his heart until his next life where he gets to hold you again.

The theory of everything started when you met and ended when his skin gradually changed and how his wrinkles deepened until he was one with nature.

Buried next to each other as both of you wished, your children visit the sacred place with their kids and then they'll tell the story of how both of you fell in love and they'll add how much the both of you loved your children.

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You were running late, coffee in hand and it happened so fast that you didn't even notice that he was there. You collided with someone your coffee spilling on the man's shirt and your eyes widened in horror.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" You exclaimed as you rushed to get the tissues out of your bag to help him.

"Hey, it's fine" came his calm yet familiar voice. Sensing that he was looking at you, you averted your gaze to meet his eyes and you felt the world suddenly stop.

He has the most beautiful hazel eyes you've ever seen and his brown curly hair added charm to his chiseled face. He looked familiar you're sure of it, and without you knowing, he felt the same way too.

"Hi," he softly whispered stuck in a daze as he looked at you.

You let out an airy chuckle "I'm sorry, do I know you?" You asked.

So the cycle starts again.

[bullet-prooflove]

Engine Parts: Tyler Owens x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @hunterthecharmer @heylookwhoitis @shakespeareanwannabe

Companion piece to:

The Mechanic - Tyler faces a problem when Boone brings his mechanic ex girlfriend back into the fold.

Rigs -Tyler reflects on history with you

Ford Mustang - Tyler extends an olive branch.

The garage is a minefield of memories for Tyler, everything from the song on the sound system to Ford Mustang you’re still working on because it required ‘extensive restoration’. The thing had barely been more than a shell before he’d helped you tow it home. Now all it needs is a little more work on the engine and a new paint job.

Four years is how long you’d estimated it would take to fix up if the two of you worked on it together. Even then you were thinking in the long term, and it turns out he was too.

It’s why he bought that ring when he was passing through Arkansas, the one with three sapphires embedded in the silver band because he was paranoid that any stone that stuck out would get caught when you were wrist deep in engine parts. He’d carried it around for weeks, waiting for the right moment and then it was gone in the blink of an eye, swept away by the harsh winds of the tornado that almost killed you both. He wonders if anyone ever found it, if his misfortune gave way to someone else’s happiness.

When he sees you working there inside the garage, your upper body tucked under the hood, singing along to Zach Bryan’s ‘Sun To Me’  it takes him back to the weekends you spent teaching him how to take apart an engine. His thoughts slip to the evenings sat on the picnic bench out back, sipping beers and staring up at the stars, the nights he spent tangled up in your sheets, whispering sweet nothings against your skin.

Time hasn’t dulled any of those memories, in fact it’s sharpened them because Tyler re-lives every detail of your relationship when he’s alone those motel rooms. It’s you he thinks of when he looks in the mirror and sees those scars that linger on his own skin, the ones from the rodeo and the ones that came after.

“Sophie.” He says softly so he doesn’t startle you. “Can we talk?”

You don’t say anything as you use that rag to clean your hands. Instead you open the old refrigerator tucked alongside the work bench and take out two beers, snapping off their caps with the magnetic bottle opener, before drift past him and head towards the picnic table around the back. Tyler follows a step behind, the scent of orange blossoms and motor oil flooding his senses.

“You wanted to talk.” You say as you take a seat on the bench. “So talk.”

He doesn’t know what to say as he sits down, there are so many thoughts, so many feelings riling up inside of him, he finds it difficult to articulate. He should outline the program, tell you the work he’s been up to, explain why they need you on this project but being back here, it fucks with him. It brings back everything he’s spent the past three years trying to shove into a box inside his head.

“You left.” He says abruptly as you raise the beer to your lips and you pause before you set it back down and meet his gaze.

“And you didn’t follow.” You say, shrugging your shoulders. “I guess there are somethings that just aren’t worth chasing.”

Your words, they eviscerate him. They cut like a knife into his chest, tearing out his insides until all he can feel is the agony spilling out of him.

“Is that what you think?” He asks you, his voice raw with emotion. “That it didn’t mean anything to me, that you didn’t mean anything to me.”

You don’t answer and he understands in that moment that he fucked up back then, that he’s been fucking up ever since.

“Sophie…” He begins, his hand reaching out for yours. “Something awful happened to you, something traumatic and I was responsible for that. I…” He trails off, his eyes stinging as he gropes for the words. “I thought you needed a clean break, away from me, from the Wranglers.”

“I left because I didn’t want to chase anymore.” You tell him as his thumb strokes over the hollow of your wrist. “I needed to come home and recover, I wanted you to come with me, to take some time away from it so we could do that together but…”

“But I needed to face it.” He says quietly. “Because if I hadn’t I would have never gone back.”

“I can’t go back.” You tell him. “If I do this, I can’t chase. I’m happy to work with your crew, maintain the rigs either here or out there but I’m not heading into the storm with you.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to.” He tells you, squeezing your hand lightly. “You’d be support only, tailoring the rigs to what we need, ensuring that they can function under intense conditions. Those are the only things that I’d ask of you, I promise.”

It’s his sincerity that convinces you, the intensity in his eyes as he studies your features. He’s willing to try to make this work and you guess you can too because the goal here, it’s so much bigger than the both of you. The project he’s apart of, it saved lives a couple of months ago, it’ll do it again with the right equipment.

“No cameras.” You say as you pull away, your fingers slipping out from underneath his. “You can take videos of the rigs, the workshop, the alterations that have been done. I’ll even coach Dani or Boone to explain it but I don’t want to be camera. It’s taken long enough for the people in this town to get used to the way I look, I don’t need it to be a topic of conversation on the internet.”

His jaw clenches as his eyes linger on the scar. To him it’s a symbol of your resilience, your strength. You took on Mother Nature and you lived to tell the tale. It’s only now that he realises how self-conscious you are, how much of your confidence has been stripped away.

“Alright.” He promises you as he takes a sip of his beer. “No cameras.”

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[sleepyheadgallavich]

When we were made It was no accident We were tangled up like branches in a flood I come as a blade A sacred guardian So you keep me sharp and test my worth in blood You've got me in a chokehold

[jannaphia]

When we were made // It was no accident // We were tangled up like branches in a flood // 🎵

[nevaronn]

i've already started ch 2 we are rockin and rollin in this bitch

[the-monkeies-girl]

I thought about noa holding reader swinging tree from tree. 😁

Someone needs to stop me ( just kidding )

Title: Branches. Fandom: ( Kingdom of the ) Planet of the Apes. Pairing: Noa x Human!Reader. Words: 1.2K+ Summary: All you wanted was one mango but instead you got a a fun ride. ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・●・○・

Glancing your eyes over the mangoes that were perched high up in the tree, you brought your gaze down towards the Ape sitting next to you, enviously chewing on one he had managed to get from a rather low sitting branch, something you were going to need to climb for if you wanted one. Licking your lips, immediate regret flooded your senses watching some juices fall from the fruit down Noa's chin to disappear into the his beard. He'd asked you only a few minutes ago if you wanted one, having denied it and instead taking in the delectation of watching him hike his tapering body onto the the tree and latched towards the more ripe looking ones that were nestled higher up. Noa had sensed you watching him, his lips playing against the fruit in a teasing fashion as he slid his eyes towards your own, smiling behind the fruit as you felt heat hitting your senses, your head turning away in adamant Echo denial. "Ripe," He told you, voice sitting in its usual stupor of waviness as the placement had not hit quite into his deeper register. "Should have taken..." huffing, Noa licked his muzzle, twisting his jaw in a bid to get you to pay more attention to how he was eating, teasingly, slowly, "offer for one. Told you they are in season." "You won't go up and get me one?" You whispered softly, hoping the gentle tone of your voice would get him to do you this favor. "Hmmm..." Noa seemed to almost growl, looking at the half eaten mango in his hand and brought it back up to his face. Locking eyes with you once more, he was languid to pull apart the pulp with his teeth, knowing that you found it interesting to witness. "No." "Noa---" Stopping your actions, it felt like breath hitched in your throat as the Ape next to you brought his tongue upon the mango and lapped the juices, "Stop being so mean, please," Dropping from your cross legged position, you crawled towards him on your hands and knees, green eyes intent in watching the curvature of your body as you approached, his legs spreading for you so you could get between them. "Please," Resting a hand on his knee, you rose yourself up against him and looked at the mango in his hands, "I didn't realize how much I needed one until now." Surely, the implications of your words registered with the Master of the Birds, something that took a long time to recognized but Noa now preened at the prospect that you were speaking so openly flirtatious to him. "Can show you how to climb up to get one yourself." "You know I can't climb!" You groaned, "Please, just one?" "That is why..." He swiped his tongue along his teeth and finished off the rest of the delectable fruit with a smack of his lips, leaning towards you playfully, "Will show you. Part of Eagle Clan now, need to know how to do this."

"Why don't you just... Carry me up there?"

Noa contemplated that, tilting his head back to look up the tree at the mangoes sitting above. A fair compromise as he nodded his head, watching your face tangle into a smile as you scooted around him eagerly to attach yourself to his back. Noa's body was so familiar under touch but even the movements of his taut muscles sent you spiraling as he grasped at a sturdy branch and began a small journey upwards. You passed other mangoes, some still green and not ready, some beyond ready and your eyes were hungry upon their skin.

But before you managed to loosen your grip to grasp at one, Noa swang your two bodies away and you staggered to tighten your grip around his neck, nothing more than a squeal of sorts hitting the back of your throat as your legs now moved to wrap around his thinned waist, having only been dangling as you trusted him enough with your weight to not drop you. Now? not so much as you felt Noa shift to grasp a bit more firm on the branch itself. "You---" Glancing down at the ground, you swallowed softly with ample eyes, sudden primal fear hitting your senses that you were indeed high off the ground and could sustain an injury if you went tumbling down. "Scared me." A chortle. Noa repeated this action, bringing his legs in slightly before pushing them out with more force, his hands gruff against the branch that was sustaining both of your bodies in animation as you squealed. "Noa!" "Should have taken first offer." You gasped, digging your face into his neck as realization dawned upon you. In all his mature aspects, there was certainly something that Noa had yet to fall out of line from, something that he shared vividly with Anaya and gave way to the overshadowing fact that they had been born within a sunset. Noa liked to playfully teach lessons to you. To your Echo behavior. If you wanted the fruit in the first place, you should have let him know before when he had offered it. "P-Please I just wanted a mango!" To any other Ape in the area, it would have sounded blood curdling the way that you shrieked as Noa began swinging his bottom half, carrying you with him as he gained momentum. "NOA!"

Instead of answering verbally, the Chimp you had a death grip on only huffed wildly in amusement, your legs able to feel the movement of his diaphragm. Peeping one eye open, you glanced upwards at the mangoes you had your sights set on, now blurring with the movement of a swing. Back and forth with reckless abandonment. Deep down, you knew he wouldn't drop you. You knew that he'd catch you if he did, his reaction time being vastly greater than your own. Without reserve and from the veriscocity of the momentum that Noa had on the branch itself, mangoes began falling from the tree, your face tucking into his neck even further to save yourself from getting knocked on the head by one before Noa pressed his legs straight down in a bid to get himself to stop moving. As soon as the cruel lesson was taught, you were on your way back to the ground, Noa's skilled hands now angling themselves perfectly and without any playfulness and dropped with a 'thud' against the dirt. You grunted.

Shaking against Noa's broad back, you finally released a small puff of air, feeling his body hunch over with you still attached like a baby Ape clinging to its mother. Noa grasped one of the mangoes that had fallen, raising it up to his shoulder so it was in your line of vision. The thirst for one subsided as you looked at the amusing color, the flushed juiciness inside that once begged you for attention nothing more than a tack-note to the exhilaration he had just put you through. "Took you up to get one. Now you don't want it?" Teasing was impressed into every word that came from his mouth and you could just see the draw on his face. Smug, handsome and alternately amused with himself. Swallowing lightly, you tried to find your voice but to no avail as you watched Noa bring the mango down towards his face and he took a bite straight out of it. Juices ran down his fingers, your eyes catching them tear down his leather skin. "Fine. Will eat them all."

[gilnoruil]

"I am known to be a possessive being. Do not attempt to take what is mine else we will be on very bad terms... My Halla is more self-assured than I, so she rarely gets jealous. And she has no reason to fear. I do not care if anyone else admires me."

"But she is a Guardian... A protector. And her protective side is fierce. It is... Most agreeable to have someone who will defend you..."

// Since Gilnor's scars are under discussion hehe I thought I'd post one of the two arts I have that show them. They were painted for me by a very dear and talented friend who's really great at texture detailing.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

A & 🕶️, the rest is up to you! <3 (@a-little-unsteddie)

Thanks for the prompt. I'm having way too much fun with this mafia AU! 🤣😎

@a-little-unsteddie

Forbidden flowers

Words: 971

Rated: M

Tags: Mafia AU; mob boss Dick Harrington; mobster Eddie Munson; obsessive behavior; stalking; lust at first sight; sexual fantasies; violent imagery

Notes: Part 1

Richard Harrington’s house is a fucking palace. 

The fact shouldn't be as surprising, maybe. It pays well, being the boss of the city's criminal underbelly, even Eddie knows that. Not like he's planning on staying one of Harrington's lowly little hitmen forever. Don't get him wrong, he's good at what he does, but that doesn’t mean he wants to go on doing it forever, bloodying his hands fighting the boss's fights. He wants his own share of the money, the power, the splendor of it all. A guy can dream, can't he? 

Speaking of dreams, even his wildest ones seem pale and bland, now that he's seen the house from the inside. Leaving the higher-ups to talk business in Harrington's office, he has strayed through light-flooded halls decked in expensive art and sculptures, footsteps echoing on marbled floors, until he finally found a pair of glass doors leading outside. 

The patio opens into a lush garden. It looks like something from an Italian postcard - dominated by gleaming marble and lean pillars, overgrown with a sea of white and purple hydrangea bushes. Their fragrance hangs in the hot summer air, thick and sweet and almost cloying. Sparkling behind the blossoms is a huge, lavish pool. 

In the water is a fucking nymph. 

Eddie pauses, unlit cigarette halfway to his mouth, ducking between the flower bushes to hover closer. The boy in the pool doesn't notice him, too focused on doing his laps. Eddie watches his lean muscles flex as he glides through the water, watches how sun-bronzed skin glistens in the sun, and feels something curdle in his gut. 

Want. 

White-hot and all-consuming, more overwhelming and intense than anything he's ever felt in his life. 

He doesn't know how long he stays hidden between the flowers and stares. At some point, the boy swims over to the far end and hoists himself out of the pool - one long, graceful ripple of those muscled arms and shoulders. He shakes the water from his thick, chestnut hair before padding over to the deck chairs standing a small way off, still blissfully unaware of Eddie’s eyes following his every move. A small water bottle is standing at the ready on a side table, droplets of condensed liquid glistening on the glass. The boy takes it, tips back his head and empties it with a few deep, greedy gulps. His throat - long, and graceful and dotted in moles - bops with it. Then, not bothering with the towel hanging over the backrest, he flops down on one of the chairs, sopping wet and half naked, stretching out in the sunlight like a content cat. 

Eddie decides one thing, then and there. 

Fuck the money. Fuck the splendor and the power and the glory, fuck all of it. Let him just have that boy. 

Let him feel that body writhe under his. Let him tangle his fingers into that glorious swoop of hair and tilt back that head, let him sink his teeth into the soft, golden skin of that neck. Let him hear his own name, near unrecognizable with despair and pleasure, fall from those pink lips. Let him have all of this, and he'll die a happy man. 

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” 

Eddie lets out a startled noise he'll absolutely deny making later and whips around. Gareth is leaning in the open patio door, regarding him with crossed arms and a furious expression. 

“H-how long have you been standing there?” Eddie croaks. 

Gareth shakes his head at him. 

“Long enough to see you slink around in the bushes, staring at the boss's son like a total creep,” he hisses. “C'mon, let's go. Harrington will take out your eyes with a rusty screwdriver if he catches- are you listening to me?” 

“No,” Eddie says absentmindedly, already pushing apart the branches again. Lilac petals rain down onto his boots. “That's Harrington's son? Didn't even know he had one.” 

“No, that's his gardener,” Gareth scoffs behind him, but still goes on to answer Eddie’s unspoken question. “Rumor has it daddy and him don't … get along that well. Harrington wants him to take over the firm but Junior isn't exactly interested. Likes the money and the lifestyle, obviously, but not so much the violence and bloodshed that comes with it.” 

Eddie thinks he'd drench the entire world in blood for one taste of those lips. 

Gareth tugs on his arm.

“C'mon,” he says again. “Before anyone sees us. I'd like to keep my eyes, I'm sorta attached to them.” 

Eddie sighs in defeat, casting one long, reluctant glance through the leaves and petals. Then, following a sudden impulse, he reaches out and snaps off a branch with a thick, vibrant cluster of violet blossoms on the end. 

Gareth gawks at him. 

“Are you insane? You can't just pluck flowers from the boss's garden!” 

Eddie shrugs lazily, bringing the blossoms up to his nose. Their scent is sweet and enticing and full of forbidden possibilities. 

“Don’t see him around, do you?” 

Gareth groans and turns to go. “I dunno why I put up with you.” 

Eddie smiles, slowly following after his retreating back. At the threshold, he pauses and turns one last time. The boy is dozing in the sun, eyes closed, droplets of water glistening on his body like so many tiny diamonds. Eddie raises the branch in his hand - a secret parting salute. 

“See you soon, little nymph,” he mutters. 

He strides towards the front door with a new spring in his step. Because he knows exactly what it is he wants now, and he knows that he will not stop before he has it.

And if that means wrestling Richard Harrington’s crown from his cold, dead hands, and setting his empire aflame, and painting the ashes red? That is something he will gladly do.  

Steve, meanwhile: Huh, wonder who that loser lurking in the flowers was. What a weirdo. Kinda cute, though ...

Part 3

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[glitchinginthegarden]

when we were made // it was no accident we were tangled up like branches in a flood

[craftblood]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 . ( nsfw edition. )

RULES: bold which option your prefer (or, in some cases, maybe just hates the least!) out of each of the following pairs .

submissive or dominant?

whips or chains?

handcuffs or shibari?

pillow princess or power bottom?

voyeur or exhibitionist?

blindfolds or spreader bars?

butt plugs or vibrators?

edging or multiple rounds?

knots or ovipositor?

spanking or scratching?

ball gag or muzzle?

strap on or double sided dildo?

one on one or group sex?

vanilla or kinky?

lengthy cocks or girthy cocks? whatever vhaelen's is lol (IM SCREAMING)

small boobs or large boobs?

ass or chests?

thighs or arms?

hot wax or knifeplay?

loud or quiet?

biting or sucking?

collars or piercings?

costumes or lingerie?

laughing & silliness during sex or intensity & power struggle during sex?

fucking a virgin or fucking someone with experience?

face to face or from behind?

phone sex or sexting?

cumming inside or cumming outside?

being filled or bukkake?

dirty talk or degradation?

role play or porn on in the background?

public edging or filming in the bedroom?

condom or bareback?

lube or raw?

video call masturbation or sexy selfies?

blood play or breath play?

face fucking or anal sex?

leather or PVC?

morning sex or evening sex?

clothes on or clothes off?