#and I have a feeling my best guess is not going to be very good

[pegging-satan]

Free use with Sylus 😋

Tags: free use, he’s the one getting used, bj within an inch of his life.

A/n: I’ll probably make this a series. take this as the first instalment for my free use Sylus propaganda ☺️ I wrote this in a hurry I needed to get it out of my system. Semi-proofread? The others will probably be longer lol

It has been a hard couple of days. You’re ridiculously overworked and underfucked and it’s eating you alive. Doesn’t help it’s ovulation week and your body is SCREAMING at you to jump that man’s bones immediately. In fact you wanna stay like that till it ends. You finally, finally by gods’ good grace manage to catch a long weekend, and decide you’ve fucking had enough.

You march home with purpose. A determination. You open the door and put your stuff down, the need is overwhelming. “I’m home!” You announce and your husband shows up to the door, welcoming you back. He’d been free for the most part of the week, guess that’s a perk of being your own boss. He did take care of the house and fed you every day especially during those extra tiring days. You could just barely manage to kiss him goodbye before leaving for work, and coming home exhausted and not in the mood for anything other than sleep. He respected that.

But now all that had gotten majorly on your nerves, as the haze of days and days of only work lifted, you realised how much you had neglected your body physically. It needed him. So very badly. So when he took your bags from you while you took off your shoes, you grabbed his wrist making him turn back, before shoving him into the wall; your tall, broad, twice your size husband, who was taken completely by surprise and let out a surprised grunt at the impact.

You didn’t give him a chance to register, standing on your tippy toes, yanking his head down and kissing him with such a searing tenacity it actually scared him a little. You breathed deeply, groaning at the contact, palming him through his pants causing him to stiffen and let out a moaned gasp. Without waiting for a moment longer you pushed him against the wall again, before falling to your knees and vigorously undoing his belt, yanking his pants and boxers down and just absolutely going to town on his deliciously long and girthy cock.

It had been so long since you’d experienced him like this, you didn’t even have it in you to tease him and slowly take him down your throat. You kissed it, sloppy, your hands working desperately, roaming all along his shaft and his thighs and his lower abdomen before you took a deep breath and swallowed him whole. He gasped loudly this time, as you bobbed your head back and forth, back and forth, his tip hitting the wet warmth of the back of your throat.

You kept on till you could barely breathe, before letting it slip out of your mouth covered, no, dripping with spit, and you tugged at his length a couple of times, before swirling your tongue along the sensitive tip, before giving it a couple of harsh sucks which made him throw his head back as his hand gripped your hair for support, something to ground him. You weren’t going to let up until he came down your throat. You licked a fat stripe from the base to tip, again swirling and sucking the tip a couple times, before sliding all the way down to the base without warning making him whimper. Your tongue keeps working as you hollow your cheeks out, sucking the life out of him, and he can barely breathe because of how good it feels…

You keep at it, unrelenting, occasionally coming up for air, again, and again, and again, the way your throat constricts against his tip makes him twitch and gasp as he tries his best to not let his knees give way, his legs shaking, stomach tightening at the impending release building up inside him.

And then

He looks down at you, looking up at him.

Deadly mistake.

The sight was enough for him to slip and fall down the slippery slope of his release, and you took it like a champ, taking him all the way in, making it flow directly down your throat, drinking it in, the movements of your throat milking him for all he was worth. He was whimpering, moaning, gasping pathetically while his legs shook and he felt like he could collapse at any moment, and when you finally let go of his poor, softening, still throbbing length he collapsed on the floor himself, on his knees like you, and pulled you close, nuzzling your neck trying to catch his breath.

You wipe your lips with the back of your hand, and smile, satiated for now.

[smajor-skin-bracket]

WELCOME TO THE SCOTT SMAJOR1995 SKIN BRACKET!!!

*cheers and applause*

I’m @canaryy15 and with a lot of brackets going around i thought, hey, i like seeing people fight to the death over silly block people so ill make one! And who to do other than my favorite gay man of the century??

AND WE’RE GETTING STRAIGHT TO IT!!!

How i made the bracket was half bias but not over which were going against eachother! I chose the skins that i think were some of scott’s best (going all the way back to but not including his old skin from like xlife i think?? i can do a smaller bracket if you guys wanna see one for the older skins but im sticking to his newest ones)

I didnt include ALL of them, since there’s a LOT, plus since i was just on Namemc some like lore ones (like Zornoth and Chromia scott with normal eyes) were included and i just wanted to do the ones that were clearly Scott! And then for the bracket i just put all the skins in wheel of names and then spun it for that

And now… What we’ve been waiting for…

THE BRACKET!!!!

Im gonna have to look up what some of these skins are bc i know MOST of them but again it just got it off name mc so like some of the MCC ones i can make a good guess for the team but the only one i know the specific event is endercup LMAO

The polls will be posted gradually at 5PM CST TONIGHT!!! Because im impatient!

Under the cut will include how Propaganda will work!

HAVE FUN FIGHTING FOR THE WINNING SKIN!!!!

Reblogs are appreciated!

OKAY SO PROPAGANDA!!!

WRITTEN PROPAGANDA:

Written propaganda is like explaining why so and so skin is the one people should vote for!! You can make propaganda like this as soon as NOW! As in you dont have to wait for the poll to be published!

This can be done in a lot of ways:

- Reblogging this post and stating your propaganda

- Submitting propaganda in the ask box (your ask will not be answered it’s just a way of getting it to me)

- Messaging THIS account your propaganda (not my main one)

Your propaganda will be added to the post with the skin’s poll, and you can make as much propaganda as you want for more than one skin! Written propaganda can also be submitted after the poll is uploaded, and i will edit the poll to have your propaganda.

Now, the more common form of propaganda,

ART PROPAGANDA!!!

Drawing propaganda is very simple!! It will not be something i add to the poll post itself, but here’s how you submit drawing propaganda:

- Reblog the corresponding poll and state the skin your making propaganda for

- If people vote for the skin you made propaganda for, you can state what you’ll make for them if they send proof in your askbox! This is not limited to drawing, it can be anything! Writing is allowed as well! All propaganda must be PG though, i am in fact a minor.

When you reblog, i’ll reblog it back to here as well so people can see your propaganda!

If you have any questions on this feel free to message this blog!

[perplexingly]

ok i'm not very good with words & this is kind of embarrassing for me so i hope this is coherent LOL but. i wanted to thank you for uh. well just posting your art i guess.

i could say i've been in a few years long slump but the truth is i've been in an art slump since i aged out of pre-teenness and grew awareness. i've kind of hated art for years, not just my final product but just the entire process of it. it made me miserable. and yet i felt compelled to do it despite that, despite knowing it would just make me miserable, because idk... i'm an artist? or i want to be? but. it still made me miserable. and to be honest i was reaching the point where i wanted to just give up on art completely because constantly comparing myself & constantly feeling like shit everytime i picked up a pencil just wasn't worth it anymore.

and then! i stumbled upon your art. to be honest i'm a little embarrassed i can't remember which specific piece it was. i have a feeling it was probably istvan, or istenry related (😅) but i can't remember. i do remember how much it struck me though. your work, i mean. your entire style. hope this doesn't sound weird lmao but after that first piece landing on my dash, i just felt compelled to look through your entire blog; and i did! and i only fell more & more in love with your art. i don't think i have the words to explain it, i don't even know if i could even if i did. there's just something about it that i adore even in like the smallest barebones sketch, or wip. what i'm saying is that you very quickly became my new favorite artist haha.

i've been inspired before, like brief rushes or whatever only for it to die immediately because i.. hated it lol. i hated what i made. and i assumed the, quite honestly, constant wave of inspiration your art gave me would be the same. and then it wasn't.

i really don't even like, know how to explain why. i'm not even sure if there is a why? but there's just something about your art that made me want to try, like *actually* try and draw something i love. and then i drew. and for the first time in years, even after weeks passed, i still not only loved the finished product but the entire process as well. and then i did it again. and again. and it was still happening, i still loved what i was making & for even more first times, even when i saw work that was very clearly technically better, i didn't care! for the first time other peoples works, including some of my friends, wasn't just a tool for me to feel worse about myself & my own work, it was just something i could enjoy & that was it.

i don't really understand it to be honest? but i do know that even though it was like, completely indirect, you honestly deserve most if not literally All of the credit for this. it never crossed my mind someone's art could be SO good it would cure my inferiority, and then i started following you and exactly that happened!

so. um yeah kind of a very long message Sorry about that. but basically what i'm trying to say is:

thank you i guess? for making art so beautiful it's enough to rewire someone's brain into falling in love with art all over again. i'm so serious i really do not think i would've been able to ever even like imagine doing that without your art inspiring me. to be honest i think if i hadn't just happened to be online the exact time someone i was following just happened to reblog from you, i have a feeling i really would've just given up art completely: so thank you, really.

i get the vibe from some of your more personal posts that things aren't really going the best right now which, admittedly i can't help with but. i really hope things turn around for you soon. you only deserve great things. ❤️

Omggg I'm so happy for you, it's such a wonderful feeling when you're in love with the art process 🥰 I'm glad you didn't quit art! There's that entire view that art is suffering but when you let go and just draw what you enjoy there's no feeling like it 🥰

Also thank you so much for such a heartfelt message, and for the wishes, you're most kind 🙇‍♀️ I hope all goes well for you too!

[jjwolves]

₊˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊˚ TRANSGRESSIONS

What: A Story About Theodora (ENA) X Reader

Who: Theodora from ENA Dream BBQ

How Much: ~1000 words, ~4 mins

Credits: Image Banner and Character -> Joel G, Divider -> @cafekitsune

Warnings: None

You didn’t meet the Genie of the Bathroom the way you thought you would, because you never got to the bathroom. You had failed to cross a river of souls while trekking through the dark substrate of this world… past your home, past the vast expanses of shivering mountains, past everything: the Core. Your vision quadrupled like you were wearing beer goggles and you fell into a land of lies.

Past even this is where you met her, laid broken on the ground and a lot more egg-shaped than expected.

Shattered like pottery, the Genie spoke into your mind, “This is what remains of Theodora, the Genie of these lands.” There was simply no way! How was it possible that the Genie was stuck down here, too? A curled, golden whisper emerged from the remains. “Touch my memories, and find a world where you are forgiven.” This path was not the one that lead to forgiveness, it seemed, but that wasn’t an excuse to leave the Genie ruined on the ground the way it was. Decency or not, that’d be another thing you’d need forgiven, wouldn’t it? You could fix a clay pot, even a magical one… Couldn’t you?

The Genie was looking a lot better once you were done working on it. Sure, the cracks were visible, and they glittered, but glitter glue was still glue. For the final leg of the project, you used a stick to prod the ghost of the Genie’s memories into her form before sealing the top half back on. (Best not to touch it, you decided.) For a few minutes, you were worried that the Genie really was gone for good. But when the Genie began rocking back and forth, you observed its face. Yes, it was alive again. And also looked very confused. Her eyes shifted from side to side.

“You… fixed me.” When she spoke, it had the cadence of a half-forgotten prayer. You knelt down before Theodora, suddenly remembering that you were talking to a being who played a big role in the musical that was this universe, and not an egg-shaped effigy with silly ears. “Oh! U-uhm… Where are my manners?! Great Genie! I found you all broken up so I fixed you! Sorry!” The great Genie wore a wide-eyed expression of surprise, teeth bared in a sort of wince that you were pretty sure was permanent. “I am grateful for your assistance, strange one… But this path is not optimal.”

~

There wasn’t much to do nor many places to go now that you were stuck in this small, deceitful world. You were originally reverent of the great Theodora, but as hours turned to days and you got to know her more, and her you, you began to feel more at ease with her around. She spoke to a resonant truth, and with authority, which gave you an odd sort of comfort you hadn’t properly experienced in this world. It prompted you to open up to her more than you would others.

“I guess I failed my mission. Every adventure, dead end and convoluted wrap-around… It was all for nothing. I ended up here anyway,” you said. Sitting on top of a small rock, Theodora turned her upper half towards you and fixed you with a gaze that told you that she was going to say something revelatory. What you got was revelatory, but in a different way.

She began, “You ended up here as I have. Purpose or no purpose, knowing or not, I am confident I have long aspired to meet someone like you.”

That took you aback. “I’m flattered, but… Confused. Did you make a wish to be here? To do that?”

“Wishes aren’t fulfilled nor quenched… Aspirations are what give you the strength to forge an ideal world for yourself. All you must do is create them and follow them.” Well, that begged the question. Many, actually, but you'd have to settle for one.

“Can you aspire to get out of here?” You felt Theodora shuffle. You looked down to see her huddled up next to you, her expression unreadable as usual. Her eyes peered sagely up into yours.

“No, I’m not sure I aspire to that any longer.” For a moment, her voice had an odd lilt to it as it left her.

~

It had been weeks since you failed the test and were made to dwell in the village of lying houses as punishment. Despite this, the time you spent with your unlikely companion made the situation a lot more livable. Still, the sting of failure was felt long after the slip that led you here, and your mind kept returning to your quest, even at night, when Theodora hugged herself close to you with her little noodle arms.

“What exactly is the Bathroom? I was told that once I got there, I could find forgiveness,” you admitted.

Theodora murmured a reply in a tone which was uncharacteristically quick and dismissive. “I forgive you.” You peered down at the Genie who was snuggled in next to you in your sleeping bag. Was she purring? She seemed to be too busy getting cozy.

“You don’t even know what I did… I’ve disappointed a lot of people and made a lot of mistakes. I’m serious about this Bathroom stuff.” Theodora sighed and rolled slightly away before righting herself, attempting to summon the wisdom and grandness of the great Genie before singing back a reply.

“Ahem. The Bathroom’s power comes from the aspiring of it. You cannot aspire for others to forgive you, but you can aspire to forgive yourself. Either way, the Bathroom would be of no help to someone like you.” You felt your heart sink, but the feeling stalled when Theodora raised a wavering hand to boop your nose. “Because you are a sweetie pie. And so I forgive you.” She uttered the title with reverence and eyes shut. And if you squinted, you could make out the faintest hint of a smile. For a moment, you wondered if it were true, if you were someone who could forgive themselves. Someone who knew they were sweet. Either way, Bathroom or not, purpose or no purpose, you felt like you were next to someone now who really loved you, whether it made sense or not. And love washes away all manner of transgressions.

[killmeleatherface]

OneShot-

The Incident

This is a companion to my series “It Had To Be You”

AN: This is it guys! I’m on a writing kick right now and instead of including this part in a chapter I figured I’d write it out separately.

TW: cheating, hospital setting, crying, no smut, maybe some angst??

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It was one of those slightly chilly spring mornings in Pittsburgh. The air smelled crisp through your open bathroom window. It smelled inviting. But you didn’t care. All you could focus on was the item in front of you.

A white stick with a blue lid. One that dawned +Pregnant in its grey window. You were leaning against your bathroom counter in disbelief. Well, not disbelief because you know how this happened. More…shocked. You didn’t think it’d happen already. So soon.

You don’t know if you should laugh, cry, dance, or scream. You were having a baby. You and your fiance were going to have a baby.

Then you thought of your fiance. The dark haired man that you loved still sleeping peacefully in your bed. Should you wake him up? You think.

You decide against it and pick up the stick, slide it back into its original foil packaging and stick it in a plastic bag. You hide it in your makeup bag in hopes of telling him later.

After zipping up your makeup bag you head over to the shower, turning it to a hotter setting where steam eventually fills the space. You lean against the towel rack on the wall and soak it in. Life was about to change in a big way.

You pick your head back up and start undressing. After you’ve taken your shirt off you look at your bare stomach. You place your hand on your lower belly and feel the no longer empty space. There was a very early stage embryo living in your body. A mixture of yours and your loves best parts, joined together.

You step into the shower, immediately enveloped by the hot water and steam. It feels amazing. You let your eyes close and lean your head back under the stream. Suddenly there’s a knock at the door.

“Hey” Robby peaks his head in. “I need to get in there.” He says softly.

“Then join me, my love.” You call out. There’s silence in response.

“Uh, no, it’s uh, it’s okay. I can wait until you’re done.” He says and closes the door.

You open your eyes and want to say something back but choose not to. Just another thing he’s been doing that’s been so weird lately. Whatever. Maybe it was pre wedding jitters.

You finish your shower and dry off. You do a touch of makeup and get dressed, making sure to snag the pregnancy test and stick it in your scrub pocket on the way out.

Robby’s pouring coffee into 2 thermoses when you step into the main living area. He’s looking the other way and doesn’t notice you’re walking towards him. You instinctively reach your arms out to wrap around his waist when your apparently sudden touch seems to surprise him. He immediately turns around pushing your hands down in the same movement.

What the hell?

“Hey baby good morning.” He softly smiles.

You soften because you immediately feel like you’ve been overreacting.

You return the smile and good morning. He holds out your favorite thermos and offers “I’ve gotta head in early. Jack called me and I guess it’s chaos there.”

This isn’t at all unusual, but for some reason this heightens your curiosity. Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones.

“Oh, bummer. I was hoping we could’ve had breakfast this morning, but duty calls. I can head in with you.” You say.

“No, my love, it’s alright, I uh,” he stammers, “I’m gonna go. Love you.” He picks up his thermos, plants a kiss on your head and turns around, heading for the front door after he slings on his hoodie and backpack.

Well damn. Already gone. You were really hoping to head to your favorite diner a couple blocks from the hospital together and tell him your great news. It was his news too, anyways.

Oh well. You sit at the kitchen island and sip your coffee before you ultimately decide to head in too.

—

On your walk into The Pittsburg Medical Trauma Center you realize you were right about it being a nice day. You have a light sweater on can actually enjoy walking towards your job right now.

Crossing into the metal detector and saying pleasantries to Ahmad like usual, you pass a full waiting room. But that’s not unusual. It’s a main trauma center in a busy area, there was sadly hardly a time it wasn’t packed.

You get buzzed into the main receiving area and see a mostly empty nurses desk. It’s quiet in there beyond the usual beeps of monitors. Hmm. You decide to put your bag down and find your fiance, intent on bringing him his favorite pastry from a bakery you passed by on your walk to work. But where is he?

Holding 2 pastries in one hand you begin searching for Robby. He’s probably in a trauma room, no big deal. After searching 10 minutes you decide to head into the break room and send a text, saying you’re waiting for him there when he gets a chance.

But you’re stopped in your tracks when you hear familiar voices by the staff lockers. It’s a girl and a guy. Who is that?

It’s Robby and Heather Collin’s. Otherwise known as your fiance and his ex girlfriend.

What the hell?

“Robby, I can’t. I can’t do this.” Heather pleads quietly.

“You’re getting married and I-I- know that but there’s something in me that I just need to” and silence.

Is he still there? Did he walk away?

You step forward, not knowing what you’re doing but curiosity getting the best of you. What you see breaks you. It makes you want to scream, cry, and punch a hole through the wall next to you.

You’re frozen. You think you might actually die. You feel your insides drop to the floor. You want to collapse.

Michael Robinavitch and Heather Collin’s are kissing in the emergency department. The love of your life, the father of your child, your other half, is kissing another woman.

You come back to yourself and quietly walk away as fast as you can. You drop the pastries on the front desk and bolt out there. You grab your bag and head for the exit, everything and everyone a blur around you.

AN: thanks everyone for the love!! And yup, our beloved Robby is a cheater!! I knooooow. But trust me, ;) This def won’t be the only one shot of this couple. I have a few more ideas for suuuure.

[receivedhope]

receivedhope's certified top 10 yandere blaine moments that all made me go "wow he's a FREAK. love him"

i don't accept criticism or opinions at this time.

10. using a heart shaped eye patch in Heart

i think there is simply something sickly romantic about using a heart shaped eye patch over a serious injury he got because he protected his cute boyfriend. it's symbolic... i also find it extremely funny how he lowkey didn't gaf about his ex-friends co-signing at the very least on blinding him. his brain is full of kurt parasites.

9. the kelliot selfie obviously bothering him + screaming "HE'S MY FIANCÉ NOT YOURS SO BACK OFF" at elliott

while i'm already a huge fan of the scene where becky shows blaine the selfie, on its own it could be okay, reasonable even. but then you get to NNY and you realize Wow... he was REALLY jealous. incredible... kurt had One gay male friend and he saw red. king.

8. comparing kurt's mom's funeral to pavarotti's

masterful gambit to tell his new boyfriend immediately he knows his mom died and wants to remind him of that just before he tells him he’s the one good thing in his life. "sorry you lost regionals against your friends and your mom died and your bird died but you have. Me ♥ don’t forget that" AND IT WORKED TOO. "kurt hummel has had a prettyy good year" kurt my love, your dad almost died, your friends decided to hate you because they couldn't sing church music, you were sexually assaulted, you were publicly humiliated at your prom and you kept struggling most of the semester in a new school you lowkey hated. congrats on your crazy fucking boyfriend though i guess.

7. kurt puppet

so many things to love here.

there is no normal person explanation for this one. stop pretending otherwise. when god gives you a beautiful yandere who wishes to be with his beloved one forever and ever you don't go "oh well he just has abandonment issues and the gas leak-" NO... that's my strange tiny doe eyed pervert and i accept him as he is.

6. the dalton!kurt hauntings of tested + barely breathing + it's too late

at first i was like "oh okay this makes sense. the gilded cage of dalton where everything is fine, things were easier and more clear cut and now blaine feels left behind kurt. this all makes sense" but then i got to tested,

"I guess it started when we first met, and you came to Dalton because you were trying to get away from Karofsky and I wanted to help you through that. [...] And I loved the way that felt. I loved, I loved being able to protect you, but now I look at your life and… it's completely different."

and i'm sorry but everything about this speech is crazy, it's like getting punched in the face over and over again with a hammer. what's this guy's problem? never change.

5. keeping up his kurt shrine even ~6 months after their break up

on his nightstand too so it can be the first thing he sees when he wakes up and the last thing he sees when he falls asleep. he is manifesting. (and it worked! good for you! go get your man)

4. blainofsky in general

not dating kurt's high school bully that he also sort of misses from their life (see his tested rant above) was always an option. but if he can't have kurt, hallucinations are fine. also "we got to talking... mostly about you" AND this look that he gives when kurt excuses himself?

oh there is something in that head of his and i need to see more. kurt get back in that makeshift electric chair of a bar stool right Now i need to observe further.

3. talking to burt in sexy

"oh receivedhope, you need to turn off the filter that makes you see blaine in this strange twisted light" NO!!! i love my weird cat. i completely get, acknowledge AND advocate for his place in the story and that he ultimately did a very good thing. i will even come to his defense in the turbulent landscape of blaine discourse - i still think it was an objectively weird choice and i'm fascinated that after being visibly interested in talking about sex with kurt the next best thing is talking to kurt's dad about kurt having sex. according to him. this is my post and i get to present canon disingenuously.

2. soft launching his proposal to kurt BEFORE getting back together

asks for burt's approval. buys an engagement ring. all before he can even confirm if kurt and adam are together, let alone if kurt would be open to dating him again. i love him.

1. cheating on kurt with eli c....

yes really... the desire to externalize his pain at least a little... when blaine is not texting this guy he sees visions of dalton kurt looking at him sadly... the immediate regret that causes him to grovel at kurt's feet for the entirety of the rest of the season... the public humiliation he inflicts on kurt and himself both by singing a depressed acoustic version of teenage dream to an entirely unsuspecting crowd... i'm really tempted to count eli/blaine as a ship i like just because it gave us so much.

[the-camp-half-blood-library]

do you have any good valgrace fic recommendations? because i miss my boy jason and need to see him and leo happy

Hey! We've got five fluffy valgrace fics for you to enjoy:

You'd Have to Stop the World Just to Stop the Feeling by @huntingrays

Leo and Jason had been friends for ages. They had been childhood friends and grew up together. Due to their closeness, Leo thought it was only natural that his thoughts around him strayed. He was so comfortable in his sexuality that he entertained funny thoughts about what it would be like to date his best friend. He specifically wondered what it would feel like to kiss him. However, it wasn’t weird. They had such a close, unbreakable bond that he felt comfortable with the idea. They were both straight, so they’d never come to fruition, but they were amusing to think about. It was natural. Anyone would think about it if their best friend was as attractive and sweet as Jason. Everyone thought that way. Right?

You'd Be Like Heaven to Touch (I Wanna Hold You So Much) by @queenjunothegreat

Jason leaned forward to kiss Leo on the cheek, but he was met with a very weak, but very furious smack to the face. He pulled back to see Leo scowling death at him and raised his eyebrows. “What–” “No!” Leo said firmly. “No kithin! ‘m nah kithin you!” Jason felt the briefest flash of hurt before it was replaced with amusement. “Oh? Why not? What if I wanna kiss you?” “‘m mawwied,” Leo snapped. Jason took Leo’s left hand and pressed a kiss to the gold band wrapped neatly around Leo’s ring finger, delighting in Leo’s scandalized shouts of protest. “What if I told you I was the one you were married to?”

Fake, smile, pretend (but you don't have to do that with me) by Fyki

Jason notices. Jason looks more closely. Jason cares enough to do so. It is subtle, at first. Subtle to anyone else's eyes, at least, but it still feels huge to Leo. It is a simple ‘are you alright?’ when Leo gets too lost in his own head, a concerned look thrown his way when no one else seems to notice that there is something wrong with him, a shoulder bumping into his in support. It is little, but it is there. Leo doesn’t know what to do with that realization. (Or, Jason keeps asking Leo if he's okay, and Leo lies and lies - until he doesn't. And then he's a little too honest)

Leo Valdez's Superman by Urmumitykins

Jason stopped struggling underneath him and the wig in Leo’s hand lay forgotten. Leo’s teasing smirk faltered. His hands tightened slightly on Jason’s shoulders as the weight of the moment hit him. The warmth of Jason’s body underneath him, the sound of his breath—everything seemed to amplify in that instant. Jason swallowed, his eyes searching Leo’s face. “Leo,” he whispered, and Leo could hear the uncertainty, the tension. It made something in his chest tighten. “Yeah?” Leo replied, his voice quieter than it had been all night. He wasn’t sure what Jason was about to say, but the atmosphere had shifted—gone was the carefree teasing from moments ago. Now, there was something else between them, something heavier and harder to ignore.

Heartaches & Movie Scenes by @thebigqueer

jason's still mourning his last break up. that is, until he meets leo at the club, who changes the course of the next few hours for the better. ~~~~ “Same, I guess. But” — Leo rotates his head, looking around, a subtle frown curving over his features — “I seem to have lost my friends.” “Oh.” Jason scratches the back of his neck nervously. “Should you go and look for them?” Leo turns back to Jason with a grin and waves a dismissive hand. “Naaah. I’m sure the universe will bring them back to me when the time is right. Hey,” Leo chirps, his eyes brightening, “why don’t we get out of here and do something?” Jason blinks in surprise. He wasn’t expecting the conversation to take such a dramatic turn, and Jason becomes a little concerned for how drunk Leo might actually be. “Like what?” Leo shrugs, but he already has a hand on Jason’s wrist, gently tugging on it. “That’s for us to figure out.”

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buffy/willow and/or kennedy/faith

Buffy/Willow is definitely the more interesting option of those two to me. I don't quite ship it (for reasons I'll get into) but I can imagine a world in which I did pretty easily.

1) Why don't you ship it?

Honestly I think the main reason for not shipping it is just that I've not read any take on Buffy/Willow that really leans into the things I find potentially fun or interesting about the idea of the two of them getting together?

I mean, I've not really seen much Buffy/Willow content at all, but what I have seen tends to focus on AUs where Buffy and Willow slowly realize they have other-than-platonic feelings for each other in Season 4 (before Willow meets Tara) or even earlier, and that sort of best-friends-to-lovers, slowly figuring out your own sexuality in a careful and healthy way thing just isn't something I find that interesting for these two? Buffy Summers is so, so repressed and tightly wound and yet at the same time quite genuinely convinced she is (in her own words!) "pretty easy going", while Willow's dreams in Nightmares and Restless suggest on some level she views her entire life as an elaborate public performance where she has to always be wearing the right outfit and saying the right thing or people will see the real her and despise her. If you're going to ship them, why not let them be weird about it?

Also, while I do think Buffy and Willow's relationship in canon is significantly more compelling than Buffy's connection to either Giles or Xander (on pretty much every level imaginable), at the same time I think it damages the dynamics of the Core Four a bit too much if Buffy and Willow actually became some of sort of official couple. I don't put quite as much stock in the Mind/Heart/Spirit reading as some people, but I do think it's an interesting one and I think an actual canon ship would have distracted from that.

And finally I think I just strongly prefer Buffy/Faith and -- while I don't think it's impossible to like more than one incompatible ship at a time -- I guess I'd feel bad for Faith if she ever learned that Buffy was into women after all but was dating Willow of all people.

2) What would have made you like it?

To be clear I haven't ever really given this that much thought before today (except perhaps for that kind of flippant idea I mentioned a year or two ago for an AU in which vamp!Willow comes back in Season 4, gets caught by the Initiative and ends up getting chipped instead of Spike). So, fair warning, this is going to be a kind of rambling answer. But I think it's mostly a question of timing and context. They have to get together after having known each other for a while and in circumstances where it is very obviously not a good idea for either of them. I want messy drama and tears and conflict in my ship, after all.

I think, if I could choose, I'd go for something post-Bargaining, after Buffy has died and been unwilling brought back to life and Willow has at least started on the path down to becoming irrevocably changed by her overuse of magic. As I've noted before, Season 6 is the closest the show ever comes to treating Buffy and Willow as (almost) co-protagonists, as opposed to the previous seasons where Willow is more clearly Buffy's sidekick (even if she sometimes rankles in that role). I think that's when a hypothetical ship is most interesting narratively: when they're at their closest to being genuine foils and having similar character arcs. And I think a relationship when they're both going through some of the worst months of their life would be kind of fun (for me, anyway). There's still some weird power imbalance stuff going on, but it's not at all one-sided.

Let's say things start to diverge from canon around Once More With Feeling. Willow's relationship with Tara is already on the rocks a little at this point -- they're arguing about magic for sure, and maybe Willow has already used the memory loss spell on Tara -- but for her part Willow is still sure she can turn everything back to normal [with magic, naturally] if she just makes a bit more of an effort.

Instead of Buffy being forced by magic to publicly admit that she wasn't in a hell dimension in front of all her friends, something else (non-magical) happens which makes her admit it privately to Willow. Maybe Willow just casually says something to Buffy about how awful her time in hell must have been which makes her snap? That way there's already this terrible secret that ties them together (well, Spike knows too, but I don't think Buffy tells Willow that he knows and it's not like Willow and Spike are hanging out socially).

Obviously Willow is devastated to find out she wasn't saving her friend from a hell dimension after all, as in canon, but she Buffy almost immediately get into a pretty vicious fight when Willow suggests using magic to fix things (again). A furious Buffy tells her how much she hates being back in the world and how far away from "fixed" she feels. Everything she told Spike in After Life, but this time putting the blame solely on Willow. How she "wishes she could feel anything" and she should never have been forced to come back because she knew in heaven that "everyone she cared about was all right". At which point Willow breaks down in tears and insists that that can't be true; that Willow herself wasn't ever "all right" over the summer Buffy was gone, and how could she have been when her best friend was dead? And she admits to Buffy how much she missed her and needed her to come back, "because I couldn't look after everyone myself, and you're my best friend, and I love you."

And then Buffy kisses Willow. And Willow's into it, just for a second, but then she breaks away like she's suddenly remembering cheating on Oz in high school, and she stammers that she didn't mean it that way and she "can't do this to Tara". And Buffy watches her run off without saying anything, and she can't quite figure out why she did that: was it because she just wanted to feel something, or because she's somehow changed after coming back to life, or because a part of her always wanted to but never let herself admit it? Does she actually feel anything for Willow? Is she angry at her or in love with her or both (or neither?). And now the kiss is one more awkward secret that they share (because who's Buffy going to confide in, exactly? Dawn? her new friends at the Doublemeat Palace, once she starts working there? Tara?).

Then, later, after Tara and Willow's relationship collapses anyway (for much the same reasons it does in canon), and Tara moves out, Buffy and Willow start secretly hooking up again. Because Buffy still hasn't adjusted to being back in the world, and because Willow hates being alone and part of her wants to prove she was right all along and that she can make Buffy happy (and, maybe, that she's more than just Buffy's sidekick but somebody just as powerful and special and important as her).

And, while they're spending time alone together, maybe Buffy gradually starts letting Willow try to use magic to "fix" her a little bit after all: instead of Willow getting the magic addict subplot and Rack and bringing Amy back, maybe it's Buffy who starts needing magic more and more in order to feel comfortable in her own skin and be able to get through the day. Not to forget that she was in heaven, but to have brief access to those same comforting fantasies that everything's actually fine for everyone. Willow doesn't try to go cold turkey this time, at least not right away, but she does try to hide her use of magic more (which is tied into all her other secrets). Maybe in this AU Normal Again happens not because of a demon or the Trio but because Willow messes up while trying to cast a spell that's supposed to just give Buffy comforting dreams about a happier time in her life.

And sure, there are some echoes of Buffy/Spike at work here, and of the hypothetical Amy/Willow S6 ship I talked about a few days ago -- Buffy is partly just trying to feel something, and Willow is rebounding from Tara in the worst, messiest way she can. But Willow and Buffy have so much complicated history already -- they both really do care about each other a lot, more than either of them can say, whatever else is going on in their lives -- and I think that makes things more compelling to me. A ship where both participants feel like they're the one wrongly taking advantage of the other, that they're somehow selfishly letting their best friend down. And perhaps part of Buffy still wishes she hadn't been resurrected at all, but the one person who can make her feel fleetingly happy again is the very person most responsible for her being back. That's pretty compelling, to me anyway.

Then, at some inopportune point, everyone finds out anyway (and maybe the others finds out about Buffy having been in heaven at the same time). And of course Xander is weird about it, and Dawn is appalled, and Tara is heartbroken (because hasn't Willow been telling her how uniquely special and amazing Buffy is since they first met? hasn't it always been clear to her that Buffy and Willow are part of an inner circle she'll never get to join? no wonder Willow chose Buffy over her; no wonder she'll always choose Buffy over her). But Willow still does love Tara, she knows this thing with Buffy can't be good for either of them, and she promises Tara she'll stop doing magic or spending any time alone with Buffy.

And for a while things are just incredibly uncomfortable, because Willow moves back to the dorms and nobody is talking to anyone. But then Warren shoots Buffy, and Willow goes on her whole Dark Willow arc thinking Buffy is dead (but actually Tara uses magic to save her, the same sort of forbidden magic Willow used to bring her back to life months earlier -- because Tara did choose to resurrect Buffy in the first place, despite knowing the arguments against it and how it had to be done, and maybe she's not that different from Willow after all -- only it takes her a while so neither of them can talk Willow down and Xander does it, as in canon [but without some of the sillier parts of that plot: no secret master plan on Giles' part this time please]).

And yeah, this wouldn't be a fun time for either of them but I think it could be fun to read about. Because it would be messy, and complicated, and painful, and I guess that's the sort of ship I like.

Alternatively I could imagine a Season 7 AU, where Season 6 played out as in canon, in which Buffy and Willow just gradually fall for each after Willow comes back to Sunnydale. (Starting from that final power sharing scene in Same Time Same Place, I guess.)

I don't really think there's as much potential for drama here, but I do think this is the point a relationship between the two of them would feel most organic. We know Buffy's type is former villains trying to find redemption, after all, and that's what Willow has become now.

And I do rather like Kennedy/Willow, as I've said before, but it's certainly true that Buffy and Willow really don't interact enough this season. So as an excuse for making them do that, if nothing else, I guess having them gradually fall in love this season works as well as anything.

(Combining these two ideas, in a Season 7 AU that follows up the alternate S6 -- a setting in which Tara is still alive because she never did get back together with Willow and so wasn't in the house to be accidentally shot, I guess I can make everyone mad at me by having her end up with Kennedy.)

3) Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

Oh, yeah. absolutely. Like I said, I don't ship it myself but I absolutely think I could in the right circumstances.

Willow and Buffy are the two most interesting characters on the show to me, their relationship (platonic or otherwise) is one of the best parts of the show (and, as I said earlier, their relative lack of interaction in Season 7 is one of that season's big weaknesses).

It would be a very, very funny resolution to the initial Season 1 love triangle (in which Willow has an unrequited crush on Xander who has an unrequited crush on Buffy) to posit that Buffy in turn had a secret crush on Willow. I mean, I'll always be incredibly glad that the show didn't have either Willow/Xander or Buffy/Xander become a thing [no offence meant to Xander ... well, maybe a little bit of offence meant], but having Buffy/Willow be endgame could have worked too. (It worked for The Legend of Korra, after all...)

And there are definitely a few scenes in the show that you can read as evidence for Buffy having an (unacknowledged to herself) crush on Willow. Among others, we've got:

Buffy's reaction to finding out about "Malcolm" in I Robot You Jane, which can pretty easily be read as jealousy on Buffy's part ("I'm just trying to make sure he's good enough for you")

"I need my Willow" in The Zeppo.

Two scenes in Doppelgangland (Buffy's reaction to meeting vamp!Willow in the Bronze -- "holy God, you're Willow" -- and the way she looks at Willow in the library in the scene she realizes her friend is still alive

Buffy's attempt in Normal Again to assure Willow that the girl she saw Tara with must have just been a friend, because "Once you fall for Willow, you stay fallen." Is she speaking from experience, or...?

And of course it's very, very easy to read Willow's hostility towards Faith in Season 3 as a (probably unconscious) romantic jealousy, or to read something in to her impassioned defences of Buffy in Season 1 and 2 or the way she is so deeply invested in her love life (with Angel, with Scott Hope, with Parker, with Riley...). I don't think that's the intended reading, or even necessarily the only reading, but Willow does almost immediately like Buffy a lot and very quickly stands up for her in ways she very rarely does for herself.

Not to mention the fact that Buffy literally died for Willow just a few months after meeting her. She goes to fight the Master in Prophecy Girl for several different reasons, sure, but the most immediate trigger is talking to a tearful Willow who's just found some of her classmates murdered by vampires. In just a couple of on-screen minutes Buffy goes from begging her mom to let her run away from town because "she can't go to the dance" to telling Willow that nothing matters "as long as you're okay" and promising to do "what we have to" to keep her safe.

For her part, Willow literally changes the course of her whole life for Buffy. Whether that's learning magic or choosing to stay in Sunnydale after high school (I mean, she pretends she isn't doing that for Buffy, but come on) or, of course, bringing her back to life in Season 6. There's a lot of debate online about the ethics and motivation of Willow refusing to accept Buffy's death. Some people think it's selfish and a sign of Willow's increasing arrogance and hubris and she should have let Buffy stay buried and moved on with her life. Some people argue Willow is rightfully worried about what might be happening to her dead best friend's soul after jumping into a portal to a hell dimension, and that it's perfectly understandable to miss her best friend who died violently at such a young age, and that she's only doing what she thinks is right for Buffy and Dawn and the wider world. But surely something we can all agree on here, as serious scholars of the show, is that either way it's ... kind of hot?

I mean, Willow eventually goes on this whole corruption arc this season, and it all starts when she metaphorically sacrifices her own innocence and anoints herself with blood in order to rewrite the laws of reality and cheat death itself just to be reunited with the girl she's been obsessed with since from the very first day they met. I mean, yeah, maybe your favorite ship is cute and healthy and wholesome, but have either of them ever allied themselves with demonic powers in order to pull the other one out of heaven rather than go on existing in a world without them? Oh, they haven't done that? So they're just kind of casual, then? Not really that committed to the relationship yet?

... OK, maybe I do ship it a little bit.

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*scuttles up to your blog with a list of kinks and some characters stuffed inside my jacket like a criminal in an old cartoon*

Hey can I get a little bit of...

Chastity Belt, Edging, and Spanking

For my lovelies: Sanji, Usopp, and Zoro? 👉👈

Hahahahaha - I love this - you put such a clear image in my mind that it made my day \o/

Too cute ^_^

And yes! YES! Oh i love these kinks along with these characters. I don't know that I got an Usopp ask the last time I did this (two years ago) but yaaaaaaaaaaassssssss Let's do this <3

Black-Leg Sanji:

Chastity Belt - Oh god you don’t even know - Sanji's going to be a little more excited at the idea of being the one to wear the chastity cage/belt more than having you wear it, but he does appreciate the entire ordeal on several levels.

For one, he can use all the help he can get to contain his excitement, and there's also a level intimacy - of trust - either putting someone in one, or being put in one, that resonates with him. Someone having the key to your pleasure, the key to your heart - there's just a tie in with it.

He can handle being teased ruthlessly while he's in the belt, but if you want him to bully you, that's gonna take a lot of work. He'll be completely kind otherwise, worshiping all the other places of you that he can.

Edging - Oh god you don’t even know - Pleasure is sweet, and right up there with edging is certainly overstimulation. Sanji wants you to feel all the pleasure you want to feel in all the ways you want to feel it, and if that means riding you on that edge he's going to do his best.

He's unlikely to want you to actually suffer for it, so he'll likely cave and make you cum without too much resistance. He'll desperately try to hold back for you, if the roles are reserved. (I see him as very switchy in general. Adapting well to his partner's needs, equally happy on either side of the power dynamic.)

Spanking - No - He can take it, and if he is the one taking it, then this is more of a Yes than a no, but this is one of the few things he can't dish out. He'll struggle to do anything that falls under impact play because he absolutely does not want to hurt you.

You could spend years explaining to him how it's different, etc. etc. and you might get through to him, but honestly it's probably best to not push him on it. It's just not gonna happen.

Usopp:

Chastity Belt - Oh god you don’t even know - It's teasing, it's pleasing, it's intimate, it takes the weight off going further. It's a good way to explore one another without feeling like you have to go further. It eases the nervous energy that can build up so easily.

Usopp doesn't have to talk big either (not that he has to in the first place, but it takes the expectation off his shoulders he has for himself), and he can just focus on the moment itself. No performance concerns or anxiety, just you, and him and so much stuff to learn.

Edging - FUCK Yes - I think he really enjoys that build up. The climax is great, to don't get him wrong, but the steady build toward that peak is a pleasure all its own. It can be difficult to reach that peak again and again, but it can be a lot easier to get closer and just slide down a little and try again.

Usopp's good at reading people, so he learns quick how to ride you up to that edge. (oh the sweet little whining whimper from him as you learn to read him just as well and bring him so close and gods he almost came).

Spanking - I guess - He's concerned about hurting you, and maybe a little concerned about getting hurt - depending on what side of this equation he finds himself. He's probably willing to try it at least, and maybe he'll warm up to it, but if things go wrong he's likely to shoot straight to NO and stay there.

If things go well the first time, then he'll certainly keep trying it, but I just don't think it'll ever really become a hot button for him. Well, I mean, when he lands that perfect strike and you make That Specific Sound, he's going to maybe be a little focused on getting that sound to come out of your mouth again.

But that's not a sound Usopp is gonna make.

Roronoa Zoro:

Chastity Belt - Rather Not - You're kidding right? You want to limit where he can touch? Where he can kiss? Where he can bite? You're going to try and either deny him pleasure, or deny him from pleasuring you?

Nah. Just nah. Sure, you can try to frame it like some kind of self-control thing, but then he'll just spend hours, days or even weeks, proving he can keep his hands away from those places all on his because he has that kind of discipline already.

Ditch the belt.

Edging - FUCK Yes - Gods, especially on the heels of the chastity belt, you might find out just exactingly precise he can be. He'll have you sobbing and begging to either give you release, or just stop touching you. The way he keeps you on that line will have you sweating and dripping and shivering in his hands.

Don't get too discouraged, he's not going to leave you hanging (unless he's punishing you), and don't give him that pout, you can edge him if you want. He'll even make sure you don't accidentally get him off, in case you can't quite read him as well as he can you. It's only fair that he be able to take what he can dish out, after all.

Spanking - Oh god you don’t even know - I think Zoro likes to get physical when he gets physical. He's not looking to HURT his partner, but he tends to treat a session a bit like a sparring match. You're going to be satisfied, sore, bruised, maybe bitten, and hey sometimes there might be a split lip, but the pleasure will be more than the ache.

But watching your ass turn more and more red, listening to the yelps and squeaks turn into heady moans. Seeing how you drip down your thighs because you like it that much, makes it all the better. And you can be sure he's going to learn precisely where and how to strike to have the effect he's looking for.

It moves a little more into Marking than Spanking, but the idea that he lands a smack that leaves behind a perfect shape of his hand on your ass and he spends the next three days as it bruises and fades just almost constantly hard thinking about it.

How May I Kink Your Head Canon?

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Day 5: Daddy

OMG, I just barely made it. I'm riding the raggedy edge of time with this month's challenge my dears!

Warnings: Adult themes 18+, an expected vistor makes and unexpected offer. How will they both handle it. Some grabbing and groping, over all not too explict. LMK if I'm wrong

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Here is my Master List which includes the og 72 hrs of Bliss that these two come from. Also here it is on AO3 if you like that better.

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Day 4: Daddy

They both freeze, staring at each other.  He’s buck naked with one hell of  a rager and she is not only disheveled, but so keyed up she can barely think straight.  

“I’ll go wash my hands and you get the door,” Austin says, jumping up from the bed and rushing to the bathroom. 

She does her best to reseat her robe around her shoulders and tie it. It sticks to the lube on her backside. The first step she takes makes her hold back a moan with the shifting weight of the plug. 

She manages to get to the door, each step turning her on. 

A handsome young man in a hotel uniform looks up from his shoes. His green eyes widen when he sees her. She gestures for him to come in and he dutifully pushes in the cart carrying several domed silver lids. 

She follows him to the balcony.  

His tailored pants show off his ass and his shoulders are just broad enough to create a nice V down to his waist. He walks with the surety of a man who’s dick might just have its own area code despite the fact that he was in service.

‘I wouldn’t mind a little service from that,’ oh hello Succubus. ‘Oh come on, you’d love to get it two ways at once.’ 

Kitten stifles a  little groan. She watches appreciatively as he lays out the dishes, leaving the domes on.  

“Merci monsieur,”  she says, trying to sound as neutral as possible.  

“Mademoiselle,” he nods his head. 

“C’est Madam en fait,” dammit, it’s impossible to sound ‘neutral’ in French. 

“Pardon Madam. If I may say, your French is very good. I heard there were Americans in this room. Was it your husband that ordered, or perhaps your lover?” he says boldly. 

“And your English is very good. My husband, yes, he is learning,” she can’t help squirming her hips with the weight of her adornment.

The server looks her up and down in the most French way possible. 

“You are very beautiful Madam,” he states, matter of fact. 

She looks almost bashful as she bites her lip and looks down and sees half her tit hanging out from her hastily tied dressing gown. No wonder.  She could be embarrassed, but this is fucking France. Boldly, she decides to just leave it. 

“Et tu es très audacieux,” she fires back. Then turns back to the room to get a few euros as a tip. 

He follows, seeing how the hem of her robe is stuck, exposing just the barest hint of her glossy round cheeks. 

She holds out the few coins with a smile. He steps close, not too close but enough to get his point across.

“Non Madame,” he pushes her hand down, “Allow me to be even more bold. I can see I have interrupted you and your husband. A shame really. If you wish, I would make it up to you…both. A true French…” his eyes drop again to her partly open robe, ”liaison.”  His hand dives into the pocket of his pants, her eyes follow the motion to see his not small bulge. Yup, at least it’s own prefix. 

She looks back up as he presses a card into her hand. 

“Talk to him. My shift ends at four, text me.” 

He looks her up and down one more time inhaling appreciatively. Then he’s gone and she’s left standing, holding a card that simply says:

 

‘Arsène’ 

98 65 76 43 21

Wow… the French. 

She feels hands wrap around her waist. 

“Baby, did you answer the door like this?” 

“Um… yeah, I guess I did,” Kitten leans back into him, finding comfort in his familiar body. 

“You gave them an eyeful then,”  he cups her breast, looking over her shoulder at her hand. “What’s that?” 

“Let’s eat and talk,” she says. 

“Alright, How’s this? his hand drift to her ass. 

“Mmm, it’s okay for now,” she purrs at him.

He ties on a robe and after they settle into breakfast, she recounts what happened with Ars

He eats quietly for a minute, pondering that he had been thinking of this exact thing not a half hour ago. Oh how the universe provides. 

“Okay,” he nods thoughtfully, “How do you feel about that?”

“I remember you saying you might share me back in Brisbane, that night. And ever since it’s been a fantasy. And where I’m not going to say no to two hot men at once, I also wouldn’t agree to it unless you were ok with it too.”

“For the record, Kitten, the idea of watching you in so much pleasure is very hot for me. But I would have to meet this guy and see how I feel about him.”

“Oh me too,” she agrees. 

“Were you attracted to him?” 

 From anyone else it would be a loaded question, but from Austin, the inquiry was genuine. 

“I mean superficially, yeah. I was also fucking turned on already. But am I willing to have sex with him?” She shrugs, “we’d have to talk to him more and see. And I’d have to kiss him first.” 

“Maybe we start there, then I’d know better how I feel about it too,” he had sudden visions of watching her tongue tangle with another man’s. His cock, which had finally settled partially down, twitches back to life.

“Austin, do you know how hot it is to hear you take this all in stride?” she shifts in her seat, reminding herself of what is on the agenda after breakfast.

“Oh I like the idea, we just need to see if I like the reality as much, “ he reaches out and takes her hand, “but we need to agree that if either one of us is not ok, we need to be able to stop and the other not get mad.  No harm, no foul.”

“100% agree, it’s about us together, not just one of us,” she squeezes his hand. “I’ll text and tell him we’ll meet for drinks just to talk.” 

“God I love you,” he leans over and kisses her, feeling once again like the luckiest man in the world. 

“I love you too Austin,” she murmurs against his lips, wondering just how sad it must make people knowing she got the best man on the planet.

He stands and stretches, looking out over the ocean. A stray breeze blows up his short robe from behind.  

His ass was always lovely, but since he put on those 25 lbs, it was beyond  delectable. She found herself standing behind him, palms tracing the curve of his perfect orbs, ripe for the picking. 

“Mmm my very own Cake Daddy,” she thought to herself. 

He turns in her arms, frowning and looking at her like she is out of her mind. Apparently it was her outside voice. Oops. She bursts into giggles.

‘Come on, you know, you got Cake” she squeezes his ass, pulling him close.

“Yeah, but Daddy?” He raises an eyebrow. 

“It just came out, okay?” 

“Did it now. Well, you know what’s gonna come out next,” he grabs her in his arms, cupping her ass. His fingertips wiggle the base of her plug. 

“Mmmm yeah I do,” sex oozing from her as electricity zaps into the pelvis and up her spine, “and what’s gonna go in.” She snakes one hand around to his cock and squeezes. 

“You little minx,” he walks her backwards into the bedroom, kissing her as if it were his one job in all the world. He kicks the doors closed behind him. He wants no distractions or errant drone photos taken of what he is about to do to her. 

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[doyou000me]

ANALYSIS WANTED

Does anyone here understand this kind of art performance? Because what I understand is that I don't understand. An analysis/interpretation would be much appreciated, preferably put into words so that someone like me, who is illiterate when it comes to this kind of performance art, can understand.

[fallofthecelestial]

Okay. Since we're going over all the takes on Mr. X at this point.. What if his powers really don't have a backside. What if (the state of) his normal life is the backside.

What if his normal life is akin to that of heroes where he has to pretend to be something he's not and follow rules that the people who control his life came up with to further their own goals. What if he can only be free of other people's beliefs and expectations when he's a hero.

What if in reality he truly is like everyone else. The other heroes. The ordinary people. All those who work themselves to the bone, who are tired and overworked and sick of all the exploitation...

What if when he's in the form of the number one hero.. when he becomes the most sought after product on the hero market..

Is when he gains the freedom to truly be himself

[cent-scratchnsniff]

it was just going to be a few warmup doodles but then she infected the rest of the page like the ever eternal and spreading spores. hod!!! hod. hod :)

[teethbomb]

Are there any storyboarding apps that are good and not super expensive or subscription based

[softdreamlesssleep]

God, "I missed you" sex is the best

[icewindandboringhorror]

Hrmm... put together a roommates quiz finally after years of thinking it would be an interesting idea lol.. Though obviously not meant to be taken super seriously, I just like thinking about this aspect of personality compatibility. Like yeah, maybe you could get along with someone just chatting with them, but living together is such a different thing. .. curiouse...