#does this count as selfcest?

[strawberryqueen00]

I want them to hold hands and have ice cream and explore each other’s bodies.

[hieronymph]

Im sorry to tell you that you've actually been speaking to yourself all along

Oh my god

THIS IS EMBARRASSING. I DO IT IN MY ROOM ALONE.

You weren't supposed to find out....

It is just pep talk beb. Definitely don't have elaborate scenarios with other me-s 😊👍

Don't worry

[blitzendoggo]

Person in the Mirror

Mr. Goodbid would totally kiss himself? Who wouldn’t? This is a reference from the fan discord, so yes, this is a bit of a shit post.

Mr. Goodbid/Ms. Goodbid (677 Words)

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Foresight has never been any of their strong strong suits, but they sure as hell are gods of hindsight. And in hindsight, playing Twenty Questions while being plastered has never ended well in the history of ever.

“There’s no fuckin’ way you’d do it!” Glib slurs, much more prone to smiling and laughing while drunk.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Mr. Goodbid shoots back, only slightly less tipsy than the nearly blacked-out frog.

“There’s no way you’d actually kiss a clone of yourself!” Glib laughs, his whiskey spilling slightly.

“Oh hell yeah I would!” Goodbid snickers. “I’m a handsome man, of course, I’d kiss myself!”

Glib laughs and shakes his head. “Nu-uh,” he snickers, swaying in his seat. “Prove it!”

“I don’t gotta prove anything to you, Glib,” Goodbid counters with a coy grin, sipping his drink as he maintains eye contact over the brim of his glass.

“I bet two gold coins you won’t actually be able to pull yourself!” the frog exclaims with a cocky grin.

Goodbid stands up. “Make it three and you have a deal.”

Glib, never one to be caught in a bluff smiles back at the man. “Deal!” He pulls three shiny gold coins from the pocket on the inside of his cloak and slams them down on the table in front of them.

The hitman makes a show of stretching before walking out the door of their common area and into the hall, scanning for any Goodbid variants. He spots one leaning against a far wall talking with a human Glib with a red cap.

He slowly walks over and examines his target. They’ve got long hair tied up in a bun and are wearing a woman’s suit. As he gets closer he can clearly see his signature mustache on their lip and killer eyeliner on their eyes.

“Howdy y’all,” he greets. “Can I steal this one away for a moment?” He touches his hand to the other Goodbid’d elbow as he gives the other his most charismatic grin.

“Care if we ask what it's for?” the Goodbid asks in a distinctly higher voice before extending their hand for a handshake. “I’m Ms. Goodbid by the by.”

“Mr. Goodbid.” He shakes her hand before answering her question, “My Glib made a bet that I couldn’t pull myself.”

“How much did you bet?” the Glib variant asks, his voice lighter and almost happier in tone than his Glib’s.

“Three Gold Pieces,” Mr. Goodbid explains. “You can say no, but if we really are the same-”

“I’m always game for proving Glib wrong- no offense, Glib,” she says, casting her friend a sheepish smile.

The Glib variant shrugs, “Nontaken.”

“Is that a deal?” Mr. Goodbid asks.

“Do I get a cut of the profit?” she counters.

“Oh, of course! I am a gentleman, after all!” Mr. Goodbid laughs.

Ms. Goodbid links her arm through Mr. Goodbid’s with a cheeky grin. “Well then, my good sir, lead the way!”

They waltz into Mr. Goodbid’s common room and the frog’s jaw drops. “Ain’t no fuckin’ way!” he laughs.

“Oh quite the contrary, Glib!” Mr. Goodbid laughs. “Meet Ms. Goodbid!” He gestures at his partner.

She waves with a cheeky grin. “Hello, Glib.” She turns to her double. “Wasn’t there something more you need to do?”

“Oh yes! This!” He dips her dramatically with one hand on her waist and the other between her shoulder blades. Her hands go to his neck and they grin at each other before leaning in slowly for the kiss. Ms. Goodbid reaches up and snags Mr. Goodbid’s hat off his head to block their faces as they share a simple, sweet kiss before Mr. Goodbid puts the lovely lady back on her feet.

Glib starts laughing again. “I’m telling Callisto!” he says as he stumbles to his feet and walks off into the dock in search of the disgruntled wizard.

The Goodbids snicker as Mr. Goodbid snags the coins off the table and tosses Ms. Goodbid a coin. “Thank ya for your services, Ma’am,” he says with a grin,

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

[liauditore]

Self-love is healthy. Most of the time 👍

day 1: Dance / Break (Pearl/Scarlet Pearl)

Hi I am Definitely Not Late for @mcyt-yuri-week. I'm only participating in the sense of vaguely homoerotic imagery and ~vibes~ for the most part but I feel like that is very in spirit for yuri lol

[jowbokitten]

When the jerk ztar who stole your body is cute as fuck idk lol

[sage-writes-n-coins-mogai]

Thinking about posting a little list of my headcanons about each of the princesses, their separate genders, what names they like to go by so they don’t get each other mixed up, who considers each other family and who considers each other as lovers and all that…

[fandomfluffandfuck]

What about Andy Barber/Steve Rogers? 👀

Holy fuck, I feel like there's something deeply emotional to be said about this pairing in particular with both men knowing all too well how far they will push themselves--to the agonizing breaking point--for those that they love. Both Andy and Steve are protectors down to the bone. They will go down to the most ugly fight. Their last breath. When it all goes to hell, and it has, they know they will do anything for their families. It doesn't scare them. They are dead set on keeping who they love close, no matter the consequences.

At least, I see it that way because this immediately struck me as Andy Barber paired with Civil War Steve Rogers, specifically--the most protective we see Steve.

But...

The "👀" you used, to me, implies we're here for the tears [lustful] and not tears [emotional], so I won't tear my own heart out right now thinking about all the trauma these two have gritted their teeth and beared, I guess, lmao.

So, 👀, indeed:

Andy and Steve are both determined. Domineering. Controlled. Andy more so than Steve in this situation, I think, but just a little bit more. Andy feels even more closed off to me than Steve--Steve is reaching out for his best friend and holding onto him as tight as the tensed muscles in his body will let him. Andy is holding himself together as his world is destroyed around him, and he's trying to figure out if he's destroying himself for the right reasons or not, even if he isn't going to show that to anyone. I can see them both grinding their teeth. I can see them both needing to blow off some steam.

Which brings us to a very interesting, intense sexual dynamic...

I keep considering them, and I keep coming up empty. Let me explain. Can I see them grinding against each other, one in the other's lap? Nah. Who would be willing to get in the other's lap? Who's on top? What about side by side, lying down, someone's leg thrown over the other's hip? Mmm... that's also not quite right to me. How about one blowing the other? I can picture both of them on their knees, but it doesn't feel true to these characters for one to get on their knees and control the entire encounter that way, reducing the other to mush by their mouth. Nor does it feel like one would sit back and direct the other with the other going easily along with it. Hmm. Maybe anal, then? But also no. I don't get the distinct impression that Andy would want it in him, but also not this version of Steve with Andy. However--

More narrowing down has me stumbling into other thoughts, like, what about just making out?

That I can see.

But, in just one particular way, I see it clearly.

I can really see them at first almost casually leaning in, slow and heady, almost a challenge, almost too much eye contact as if they're each daring the other to stop and break the sizzling electricity that's settling thickly in the air between their mouths and pulling them in.

Gravitational.

Neither of them pull back.

So, then, they're kissing. Kissing impactfully. Hard. It takes a minute to adjust because they both have the inclination to tilt their head in the same direction, which makes for an awkward angle, their noses pressed together harshly, lips not quite slotting together like they should but, fuck, that damn underlying crackle of heat is irresistible. Neither of them are willing to back out. One of them adjusts, or they both adjust slightly, just enough, and suddenly--

Oh.

Their lips do slot together.

It's a collision that's harsh and heated and fighting with Andy's teeth dragging over Steve's plush lower lip and Steve's hand on Andy's jaw, scratching through his beard, pulling him barely closer. Steve sighs, and Andy does, too. Their tongues meet, and the resulting lewd sound sends a matching tremble through their bodies. They aren't pressed together, there's room between their bodies; their thighs are parallel, and their torsos are twisted so they can face each other. It doesn't matter, though. They're unmoving. Stubborn yet relenting.

Steve's hand starts on Andy's jaw, and Andy's starts by carding through the short golden hair at the nape of Steve's neck, but in parallel, their hands come down. Fingertips feather light. They keep kissing, kissing, and kissing as their hands slip down until they're grabbing each other. Kissing--groaning softly into each other's mouth--and holding on, hands fisted in the fabric of their opposing shirts.

By now, still making out uncompromisingly, their lips are swollen, buzzing, wet, and they can't hide how their breaths have started to grow heavier, labored, coming out of their respective broad chests with rasping humidity. Hot. Wet. Their mouths stay pressed together, too close, breathing each other in, kissing deeply, fiercely, until the last possible moment, almost choking on the lack of oxygen. Then, they come apart.

They're coming apart.

Neither of them are willing to admit it but this is so fucking good. As they pant, catching their breath, their eyes open, then flutter shut again, in sync, caught up in the rush of crashing heat. Neither Andy nor Steve is willing to admit to the other how hard he is, how close he is to losing it in his jeans, untouched, just from the filthy hot press of their lips together. Andy's beard burning sweetly against Steve's face; Steve's plush lips nearly too plump and soft to handle. The sounds they make together are pornographic even as restrained as they are, bitten back and muffled. The only pieces of evidence they have for the intensity are how hard they're breathing, breaking apart to gasp and heave, and how they're gripping each other's clothes. Other than that, it doesn't seem like this is all that. But it is.

They're back at it.

Kissing.

Kissing.

Groaning and biting and licking and not playing fair as the start to fray apart, yet still stubborn and unwilling to admit it. They'd rather suffer through the rough friction of their pants--restrictive, heavy jeans for Steve and fitted, tight slacks for Andy--against their erections, hips instinctually jerking forward while they leak and drip, than do anything about it that might stop the devastating way they're making out. Andy's knuckles are white as he clutches onto Steve's t-shirt, and Steve's putting tears in Andy's button-up, but they don't talk about it. They're too busy gasping for air, groaning, and kissing. Lost in it. Kissing. Kissing.kissing.kissingkissingkissing.

They're gonna stay here, just like this, wrapped up in each other despite looking almost like they're fighting, barely touching, until somebody breaks, and neither of them are prone to splintering under pressure, so...

It's gonna keep dragging out longer and longer, hot and thick like fiery honey dripping off a spoon.

How's it gonna end? How is it supposed to end? Are they just going to do this for the rest of time?

[slu-tea-ftm]

The way my clit comes out of the hood when I've been pressing the vibrator against it for a while....o u f hdjch

If I had a clone or if I was a clone, I'd be on that SO FAST. Idc if I just came 5 times or 15, I WOULD give sloppy head to my own clit, it would be the perfect size to suck and drool over and

......I have to go take care of something

[yugiohmangaoutofcontext]

btw the other day a fucking. kaibac*st blog interacted with one of my posts 🤢 i blocked ofc but i guess it needs to be said: ppl who ship any kind of inc*st and/or p*dophelia swiftly fuck off thanks

[dreamtale-enjoyer]

sorry to break it to y’all but the twins do in fact make out sloppy style in the headspace

[ozzgin]

Ozz,ty so much for the bhaal x tav/reader. Post I've been praying for one forever now my prayers have been answered. Also, why is he so hot. I promise I'm okay

Glad I could be of service anon! 🖤 To be honest, I wasn’t this invested beforehand, but a few days ago I stomped that hoe Orin with my Durge and heard Bhaal speak in that one cutscene, which sent me in a daydreaming phase. I’ve been stewing until now, trying to find some crumbs of content. 😭

I feel like the major, recurring edgy God of the game should have a little more appreciation, you know?

[pogona]

practicing self-love

[volkskaa]

They are adorable

[aphelion-i-c]

self indulgent 💞

[salamansir]

...

Idk what tf I'd do. Punch her or kiss her??? Heated ass argument about everything we hate about us, or walking throught the woods together like old friends?

We'd hit eachother with the "I wish I'd been born with your body (I'm a trans guy, so she obviously has to be a trans woman)

KISS