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this is what pops into my head every time i pass one of these signs

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Guy Gardner/Green lantern x Kyle Rayner/Green lantern. Guykyle. Guy/Kyle.

*Kyle's hands are tied to the headboard*

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Hands between his waist and hips, as he held tight right on that good spot aka his body.

[Plow him- plow him] he thought, recked and ruined even though he was the one on top/supposed to be recking him.

He huffed and puffed, driving hard into the man beneath him. The more he looked apon the beautiful man, the more he realized he was ruining him.

Panting, eyes wide and pupils blown to no end; he trembled and twitched as his body was sent full of Guy; Sweat glistening his beautiful body- fucking sculpted from clay, most precious heart in the solar system.

"Y-you're staring" Kyle attempted to tease, stammering out as he was endlessly fucked. That is when Guy realized he was ogling him; staring with heart eyes, wonder and amazement.... and love.

God- he loves him so much

"I can tell~" Kyle replied, most certainly all hot and bothered; wincing and over filled with pleasure as Guy hit his prostate. The ol' really fuckin good spot.

He didn't mean to say that out loud, but that wouldn't stop him now. He dived down into Kyle's neck and kissed like crazy, spouting his love between each one; hardly getting out "love u" before and after each.

Kyle yelped loud, overrun with love shoved into him. For love he was like a sponge, and Guy's was a pressure washer pointed right at his soul on full blast. He was ruined, inside and out. His hole used and loved beyond repear, his heart pounding as it transmitted and received feelings faster than it had before.

Guy smashed his face into Kyle's, lips on his as he searched for his soul despite it already pooling out of his body and seeping from his pores. They moaned and groaned into each other's mouth, and Kyle knew damn well could have swarn he felt a whimper rumble through his mouth and past his lips but not from it.

Hands bound, Kyle couldn't hold and touch Guy as he wanted, so he did more than excellent with his lips; hips, and everything else he could move to touch Guy. Guy always shivered when Kyle's dick pressed against his stomach, and now he felt the electricity continuously run through him as Kyle masterfully worked his dick, rubbed and fucked against Guy while not moving too much to disrupt what Guy did to his insides; which Guy loved so fucking much.

As he fucked into Kyle he fucked his stomach against Kyle's dick, working his part in the dance expertly and failing apart exactly as intended.

He fucked quick and desperate, like a dog. He came aggressively, trembling as all the feelings rocked through him and the hot lava suddenly felt so much hotter. He felt as every molecule became an illegal street racer and blast off faster than if the cops were hot on their tail. He felt as his load spurred and blasted like a high power pressure washer into Kyle and he nearly passed out as every feeling in his body changed so fast; so overrun with such strong, potent feelings.

When his eyes opened again the lights were brighter than before and as Kyle pant and tremble beneath him, he felt the hot white that was Kyle's orgazim painting his chest; daring to drip onto Kyle's body. Guy leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the breathless man's fourhead -also out of breath himself- then he released Kyle from his bonds.

His arms immediately shot to wrap around Guy, hugging and holding him tight and close. Both pant and as their heads were buried in the crooks of each other neck: they'd have it no other way.

The warmth -literal and emotional- shared between them turned the room into an oven of love. Both basked and let 'em cook as all they wanted to do was sit here and feel the burn of their love swirling through the bed, the building and the very air in this room like ribbons composed of glitter and the smoke at the very tip of the fire in a fire place that has that pa-ting shine on it, almost a spark itself.

There were many sparks between them, making the room look as though it were filled with ten million fireflies.

Guy still buried deep in Kyle, just as they liked, spread wide as his heart was spread further in receiving all that love. Guy's heart beat fast from the activities and as he held Kyle here in his arms, in this moment. He felt like a high-schooler with a severe crush everytime he was this close to Kyle; his lover, and now was no exception.

It beat and beat and Kyle felt it pang against his chest, his own heart matching on the opposite side. Their hearts synced and their breathing calmed. They kissed each other again; slow and soft. Lips on lips and tits on tits- I mean heart on heart, as their movement speaks heart to heart.

They kissed and then you finally stopped snooping and let them have a cuddly cuddle session in peace.

May. 15. 2024.

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"Get into his pants"

And so Kyle convinced Hal to let him stand inside his pants with him to take a picture as it'd be funny

Task failed successfully.

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(Inspired by a fanart. This^fanart)

Coldflash/ Captain Cold (Leonard Snart) x The Flash (Barry Allen)

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Waiting on the police to arrive; Captain Cold tied to a poll.

Leo didn't much get hot, but he felt this heat; the humidity. He could only imagine -and see the suffering- of what it was like for everyone else. Hell- his team refused to go out today, just wanting to survive the heat, which is why it was only him here.

Flash's blood was hot and made him splotched with red and pink, similar to how someone would blush, through their entire neck. He wondered how it looked all over his body, rather than just the lower half of his face.

And he imaged quite well especially with the show of firy death Flash was putting on here before him. Hands on his knees and bent as sweat dripped from him like a light rain, speckling the pavement -which he swear fucking evaporated half a second later because that shit was so hot.

An ice-cream cart rolled by and Flash took a couple bucks outta Captain Cold's wallet to buy himself a cone, seeing as his suit didn't have pockets.

Captain Cold was slightly offended that he took it, but also understood that he was a criminal and since Flash always dealt with his bullshit, another part of him didn't really mind.

Another another part of him both understood the heat and Flash's need to constantly eat; so he majority didn't care for the robbery/borrowing(?).

Leonard watched as he ordered a double scoop of vanilla on a waffle cone as the civilian beamed that The Flash was buying ice-cream from them.

It was an adorable little exchange, even though Leonard would never admit that. Making way back to Captain Cold he took a large bite outta the top scoop; gaining a vanilla coat on and around his lips.

The ice-cream melted fast, pretty much running down his fingers the second it came out of the cart; the second his tongue touched that cold creamy goodness.

Sliding down his digits, over the knuckle of his thumb and quickly dripping towards the bottom of the cone Flash licked it up; tongue flat against each stripe, as he began to bitch about it dripping.

"Ugh- now I'm all sticky"

Captain Cold listened to him complain, as there was nothing else to do; but his mind did wander... ;)

Flash already had sensory issues and sticky was the worst. He absolutely couldn't fucking stand it. Like "wash his hands until he bled" if he felt sticky -regardless of any "stickiness" actually being on him- kind of couldn't fucking stand it.

"I'm a frickin' pig" he bitched as ice-cream dripping down the sides of his mouth, then slid to his chin.

[I really hope I don't get this on my suit- OH MY FUCK- HOW IS IT SO HOT?!?!?!?!?!] his brain screamed as he hastily ate the cream.

Barry already ran hot -which for some reason Leo knew; musta been told in his half listening half daydreaming mode- and he was fucking melting with this heat.

Watching Flash like that, licking and lapping at white cold cream; said cream dripping down his fingers and face.

He felt it pang in his pants harder than it ever had before; pulsat with thumps like a tribal drum.

The heat plus the boner, which helped the humidity catch him despite his powers, made him see all white.

Leonard's head rolled and dropped, then hung. "Uh-..." Flash said, bent this way and that to get angles on him as he neared.

He tapped the chilly, heat passed-out man. "Dude- wake up"

Like a badly blended smoothy, he came too with chunks and "watery" parts -like how he knew he was starting to wake up, but couldn't see anything through the sun's light. Among those watery parts, a part of his subconscious realized the wet part in his pants made by pre-cum.

This would be awkward to explain to the cops...- fuck this would be awkward to explain to Flash if he asked.

He'd just say it was like morning wood and then the heat did something to him. He also literally had ice as part of his biology, so that added more sense to this nonsensical excuse.

Now fully up and still tied to the poll, Flash had now finished the cone [ah fuck- I missed it!] He thought, then thought himself disgusting since that was his first thought.

He might not have criticized himself so harshly if it weren't his enemy he thought about like... that. But uNfOrTuNaTeLy it was!

The boner subsided as he heard sirens wi-oh at the edge of the park. However no such luck with the moisture in his drawers as the officer exited their vehicle and came over; he really wished the pre-cum would just evaporate like Flash's sweat had on the pavement.

He didn't feel too bad about sexualizing Flash because, hey, at least he payed for that -in a sense.

Mar. 12. 2024.

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Jason Todd/Red Hood x anyone (I don't think it really matters who)

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His body made a hundred percent killer but not if you looked close enough; knew him well enough.

Arms: big and strong to protect and hold.

Hands: kind and caressing, like the kind that'd hold pup pup and fluff pillows.

Thighs: so big and cushiony, to hold oneself in his lap or to wrap around oneself while he sat on their's.

Booty: so bubbly it made the perfect pillow.

Back: broad and strong, able to hold anything, including a drowsy head in the early morning apon it.

Belly: human in every way.

Chest: akin to the booty but firmer, and allowed oneself to hear his heartbeat as oneself was lulled to sleep.

Face: gorgeous and made to hold as you get lost in his green eyes that sparkle with so much more, so many kinder things than violence.

Lips: soft and all too easy to drownd in or merely get dazed looking at.

Ears: so cute, especially when dusted with that pink heat known as blush.

Heart: not just an organ that beat adrenaline, but was made of gold.

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Apr. 7. 2024.

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Booster Gold/Michael Jon Carter x Blue Beetle/Ted Kord.

NSFW but not described in a sexual way.

Sex but casual. Casual bonding.

Mainly just fluff I swear.

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Tired, they lounge and hang in Ted's home. Done with games, Ted picked a movie while Booster went for a bathroom break and snacks.

Booster came back to find Beetle laying on his belly on the couch. He brought sour cream and onion chips; chocolate filled chocolate Twinkies; and two cold waters since their always out asses don't drink enough.

He sat the snacks down and climbed on top of Beetle. Teddy loves being smushed; his neurodivergent ass (ADHD) practically melted everytime. And Michael's neurodivergent ass (autism) understood perfectly.

Michael squeezed Beetle with his upper half and was met with a "hhhnn" of squeezed and lovin it. After a long minute, Booster released and sighed.

He shimmed his lower half like one would in bed or rub their legs around like a cricket to get comfy.

Because of where he lay, his dick found its way between Ted's cheeks; squeezing its way closer as Michael pushed into him.

After a few minutes -maybe three- of laying like that, Booster sat up and pulled his pants down a little more than enough to let his dick out.

Legs around Beetle's which he sat back on, he reached forward, snatched the waistband and released Teddy's bubble butt. It bobbled and reverberate until it returned to stillness in its original position and Booster just watched; Ted letting out a slight whine at the cold on his backside though he didn't really mind.

Michael leaned, shifting his weight and like a dumbass nearly toppling off the couch. He came up with what he grabbed: He had a tube of lube under the couch because plot. He popped the cap, covered his index and middle fingers in the cold slickness.

The two fingers together he placed them on the hole like a priest giving a blessing on someone's fourhead; or like if fingers could kiss. Then he pressed both into the ring.

He wiggled and moved them about, spinning to get the entirety of the hole rather than just the sides or something. About halfway in he closed his fingers again and pushed them all the way in, his final knuckles now pushing at Teddy's hole. He continued his work: glazing him like a donut as he scissored him open.

Ted let out delighted gasps and hums, like this was a good massage and not fingers in his ass. "Hmm, Michael~" he hummed out with a light bit of moan laced in it.

Just as Booster was about to pull his fingers out, deciding him stretched, Ted pushed back into him; letting the spread fingers slide deeper and stretch him a bit more as he arched his back, stretching like he just woke up from sleeping.

Michael stayed still and steady as he did so, and took his fingers out when Ted plopped back down.

Taking his lubed two fingers and his thumb, he stroked his lucid penith (lol) until it was coated.

He spread Ted's cheeks, using only the dry parts of his hands and kneading them a bit like bread dough. He moaned with a closed mouth as his tough, sore muscles got the small knots worked out.

Right dry hand held both cheeks apart enough for Booster to aline himself with his left and push the tip in. Michael was immediately lost in the warmth of Ted's insides; immeasurably comforted by his walls.

He slid in until he was at the hilt -pelvis to pelvis-, then pushed down a little more, just to make sure he was secure. Fully sheathed inside of Ted, he once again lay atop his back and they cuddle.

Humming in delight, Ted basked in the warmth and feeling of Michael. Booster gold, Michael Jon Carter: knew Ted's body damn near better than he knew his own. The way he worked the muscles and took care of him.

Booster reached, snatching the towel from the table and drying his lubed hand and fingers before tossing it back where it was.

Laying there, connected both emotionally and literally; the two smiled. Reminded how glad they are that the other is their best friend.

Dick in ass, connected.... it-.... okay:

It's not sex, it's just very intimate, very casual penetration.

Both knew this.

Duh.

Michael reached out and grabbed the remote, starting the movie. Both bathed and soaked in the warmth and closeness -both emotional and literal- they shared.

Apr. 21. 2024. Don't mind the time stamp, that's just for me.

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So I've made some things...:

Apr. 16. 2024.

(Version 1&2\/)

Apr. 20. 2024.

The next three were so hard to put blush on Beetle 😭😭

Apr. 24. 2024.

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You can find me on any obsession I've had and -obsessor

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Can someone make comic art of Shadow the hedgehog roller-skating (air shoeing) down a mountain then when he turns the corner get hit by an oncoming car?

I think the fear on his face would feel delightful.

How he curles up in response milliseconds efore being rammed would be cute (in a "As a writer I enjoy the suffering of fictional characters" way, because I am)

And I think the whole angst design would be pretty sweet

Even if it walks out of it okay, or with mild injuries or whatever, I'm here for the in-the-moment heart shattering genuine fear

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I'm scared to fall out of fandoms. For example: I'm currently in the CoD (MW) fandom, and I want to watch My Hero Academia, and I know if I do that I'll fall into the fandom; I do every time.

I know the pattern, I've seen it every time. I am a multi-shipper, and a multi fandomer, but it's not the same because that's just how it is for me; I'll still be "in" a fandom, but as long as there is a more prominent one, I can never really consume content nor contribute to the lesser or "old" fandom.

If the pattern wasn't a problem I might not have seen it, but it is.

I like the way I feel in this fandom right now and I don't know if I'll ever feel it again even if I come back. I don't want to leave because I know what happenes; I know what my brain does.

I know I'll like the way I feel in this fandom, whatever form it may take. And so I'm not mad or upset that there's something new, in fact I like new, it's exciting and makes my brain feel good.

What I don't like is letting go; that I let go.

If I could chose to not, trust me, I wouldn't. But that's not how my brain works.

May. 22. 2023. The date is just for me so don't worry 'bout it.

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Pov: you see soap walking around base with three verrrryyyyy familiar looking dolls sitting on his shoulders…suspicious 🤨

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In the light of the latest bathtub related events - this happened

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Here's some random shit I thought of for some reason:

Doctor: You can't have lactose, it'll kill you!

Patient: ight who wants a Mc. Motherfuckin' McFlurry motherfuckers?!

Also my hands were dirty so I used Text-to-Speech and it--

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In the light of the latest bathtub related events - this happened

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I deleted wattpad so I could do a systems software update because I needed the space and the rest of my family said it finally let them do it without wifi. Ya wanna guess what it made me do? yOu gOtTa hAvE wIfI

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True. That took me like a whole minute and a half to do, glad it's over.

You can find me on any obsession I've had and -obsessor

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You can find me on any obsession I've had and -obsessor