#jadclyn

 im gonna head to bed but if you want my skype or...

ill take the kid

calm down liz taylor

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jade gone steal ur man buttercup.

I HONEST TO GOD WANT A MITCH FOR BUTCH TO BE HIS FRIEND BRO

I WANT ASSHOLE FRIENDSHIPS

MITCH IS BUTTERCUP’S CANON BEST FRIEND I NEED HIM IN MY LIFE BUTTERCUP WANTS HER POPEYE

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beck was always meant to fly - and he’s known that since he was a kid, trailing the circus from state to state, doing whatever jobs they would give him.  when he turned sixteen, and showed enough promise, and boss put in his metal bones, there was no one that could stop him.  now, he only touches ground when he has no other choice.

he sits on the trapeze bar now, swinging idly, casually, even suspended a few dozen feet off the ground as he is.  the tent is a cathedral of light, the fabric just fine enough to allow the sun to filter through and throw the interior into a hectic patchwork of colour.  and it’s quiet, this early in the morning, before the bustle begins and the normies flood in.  he hears the tent flap open and glances down, grin lighting his face at what he sees.  

❝ja-aa-de.❞ he sing-songs the name and swings harder on the bar.  quickly, easily, he hooks he slips back a little and hooks his knees onto it, and falls backwards with the momentum of the swing, giving him enough room to bend and grab the bar with his hands.  from there, it’s a case of using his body to propel the bar further.  he waits until the apex of the swing and releases, body arcing and folding to land on the waiting platform.  he uses the hook strapped to the pole to pull the bar in, and tie it up so it’s ready for the act later.  then, swiftly, he descends the pole, until he’s on the lowest platform - still a good eight feet in the air - sprawling out with a lazy grin on his face, hardly phased by the physicality of what he’s just done.  ❝you’re up early.❞ cocky, as always.

this is a nice place.  some might call it fancy, even.  and he understands that - he really does.  but beck has always been a kinky fucker, and jade’s not much better, so he reaches across the table, takes her hand, and looks her dead in the eye.  ❝i want to try something new.❞ he says, and grins in a way he knows she’ll recognize as slightly devious.  jade knows all about his abilities, knows that she can stop him any time she wants with a simple word ( cheese was cat’s safe word idea, when he first started figuring it out and needed to practice, and now they’re all stuck with it ) but she doesn’t know what he’s been working on.  he gives her a second to prepare herself, and then grins, reaching out mentally.  pleasure isn’t an easy feeling to draw up - it’s not a solid thing, it’s a mixture.  so he works at joy, and excitement first.  he pulls at those pushes them up into her throat, and then pulls in the pain - just a little bit, leaves the down in her chest.  then, it’s lust, and that’s easier to find now that he’s started the process.  it’s a nice little cocktail - he just hopes it works how he wants it.  he lets them rest for a moment where he’s put them, and then he pulls them all down until they’re in the pit of her stomach.  after that - it’s just a process of fanning the flames, so to speak.  even as he does it, his eyes are glued on hers.  he wants to see her face when it takes hold, when it pushes her and she can’t come back from it.  he needs to see it - because honestly, the level that could take them to? it’s intoxicating to think about.