gay rights and wrongs

new thread about not comprehending forcemasc dropped and i need someone to link my blog on one of these threads. im so serious theres like ten comments going "imagine if someone was into xyz" and its ALL THINGS I DO!!

Together, they learn to accept the situation. Oliver adapts by giving up his life and status as a wife to fully become his husband’s son. According to the laws of magic that govern such matters, the witch refuses to deal with a child and cannot legally administer a potion to a minor. Therefore, he must wait until he comes of age to consult the witch again and potentially regain his female appearance.

he leans down and whispers, "we're just boys being boys. you can take it, right?" he asks, while he deliberately grinds his hips against yours as if trying to provoke you, and it works.

you struggle to escape his hold, but finally manage. you both toss and turn on the floor until you eventually end up on top. you attempt to restrict him in the same way he did to you, pushing your hips down onto his.

he looks up at you with a mischievous grin, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. "there we go..." he mutters as he moves his hips upward slightly.

“that’s my boy.”

i redrew it + with human skin tones! :)

he's played the scene a million times in his head before; late at night as he palmed his cock through his boxers and tried to will his mind away from such lewd thoughts of you. in every fantasy he's had of you knelt before him like you are now, you serve him with your mouth until he's close, and then pull off to stroke him through his orgasm.

but your lips are still wrapped around him. his ragged breath, the gentle buck of his hips up into your mouth... is it not enough to tell you he's about to unravel?

kento has to lick his lips to try and save his dry mouth before he speaks, though it comes out as a broken moan anyways. "sweetheart, i'm... so close."

you hum around his cock, send a vibration up his spine that has his eyes rolling back. you hollow out your cheeks and increase your pace, desperate for a taste.

it's too much — he's never felt so boneless. nanami's right on the edge of the strongest orgasm he's ever had when he gently tugs back on your hair. "stop. stop."

you pull away instantly, wiping your spit-sheened lips dry and watching him with wide eyes. "are you okay? too much?"

kento is breathless, his cresting orgasm quickly fading out of reach. "you didn't pull away. i was going to... finish."

"well, yeah. you cumming is kind of the whole point."

he blinks. "i... not in your mouth. i respect you, and i don't want you to sacrifice your comfort for me."

you can't help but grin at the serious look that paints his face. you lean down and press a kiss to his knee, and then higher up on his thigh, and another just above the patch of hair that bases his leaky cock.

"kento nanami," you look up at him, pressing a feather-light kiss to his tip. "if i don't find out what you taste like when you 'finish' in the next few minutes, i might die. i think about it all the time, you know? touch myself wondering if you'd cum down my throat or make me hold it in my mouth a little. savour you, or whatever."

Yet I don't think twice about prying one of my dog's jaws open to make them take their medication (just eat it when it's in the hot dog, Obi, ffs).

I like to imagine Bruce has regular realizations like this around Clark. He's reaching out and guiding Clark in a direction. He's grabbing a violently angry Clark by the shoulders to tell him to calm down. He's putting himself in Clark's space regularly, touching him, commanding him, arguing with him.

Bruce does something like grab Clark's arm to stop him from chasing after some villain and only afterwards realizes that Clark could have snapped his wrist like a dry twig. Bruce pushes him to sit down when he's injured and Clark just goes, even though Bruce watched him take an entire rocket to the chest without budging not a half-hour ago. Bruce prods at a bleeding gash and Clark just makes an unhappy sound and pouts at him instead of knocking the other man into next Sunday.

Clark lets him do it.

"how dare you say we piss on the poor" in response to someone misinterpreting your post

"_ isnt gonna fuck you" for suck up behavior

"woah. should we tell everyone? should we throw a party?" for who the fuck cares

"and what if the world was made of pudding" for when would this ever matter.

"and sharks are smooth both ways" for a group of people heatedly arguing with 1 guy who is fucking with them all

“30-50 wild hogs” for someone making ABSURD excuses for violence.

“what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament” for how do you know that without being a part of it.

“anyone in this thread smoke weed” for the shit you people are saying is so off topic this might as well be a general discussion forum

“dogs are boys and cats are girls” for ooh ur mindset did not grow past 4th grade, huh

“color theory in a childrens hospital” for bending over backwards to not agree that YEA, that thing Came Off Weird

“you are a tar pit” for someone finding any reason to respond with outrage.

“is the __ in the room with us right now?” for I Don’t Think That’s Real.

“bean soup? im allergic to beans!” for ik this doesn’t work for you, but that’s not a flaw. not everything can be for you.

what kind of father is such and son

The proud mother of Cryptide boasts with her puppy (he will immediately hide it under a raincoat and will rumble)

this is not an omegaverse i just like to think that Bruce is the father and Batman is the overprotective mother /haha/ and bat babies are called puppies, i think it makes sense to call the other kids chicks (robins) and damian a puppy, as if he is more of a bat than a bird:)

/I love cryptid Batfam/

sick & twisted because he rarely laughs or even cracks a grin but the second you’re at his mercy, everything is funny …

content <𝟑 .ᐟ 18+, meanie!pope, manhandling / mentions of play fighting, breath play / choking, dirty talk, pet names.

“i wanna try something,” pope grunts above you, in the middle of working you full of his cock. you whimper at the interruption and he squeezes your waist under his heavy palms to settle you. his eyes rake down your bare frame— the arch of your hips, the way you’re laid out on your tummy and waiting for him to make any kind of move. when you peer at him over your shoulder with a pout, he speaks again.

“don’t worry, brat. i think you’ll like it.”

the last thing you’re expecting is one of his beefy arms hooked around your neck. you gasp just as he squeezes a little, eyes fluttering shut and lashes fanning over the tops of your cheeks while you go dizzy. he’s choked you before after you begged him to, but this is different. this is something he’s been thinking about. something that he’s only done a few times during some play fighting, not with actual intent.

his grip tightens. his bicep presses on your throat as his hips finally move against the fullness of your ass once again. deep thrusts that knock the sense out of your brain, all while you’re getting just enough oxygen to remain conscious so he can still hear those mewls and whimpers falling from your glossy lips. you hiccup his name out once, then twice— your hands come up from the sheets to claw at his arm with manicured nails, leaving little scratches and crescents on his freckled skin. only for him to laugh all breathy and deep over your ear.

Traveling Troupe (놀이패) AU

-having a job

-not having a job

-applying for jobs

-the job market