The added blue fingers to his own make Syx’s knees feel weak. He sucked in a breath, the taste of their kiss and mingled breath on his tongue. Intoxicating. Better than he could have dreamed at it had barely started. The tip of his swelling tentacle brushed Harrison’s fingers and Syx’s hand twitched in response as his core quivered. A soft gasp escaping him.
Wayne’s words pulled his lust-addled mind back to the matter at hand. Blinking let out a breathy chuckle though he was loath to stop, “Naughty boy we have here. It’s a good thing we have restraints.”
If they’re going to take him away from his prize, Harrison is going to try to get as much as he can. He can feel that wiggle, that something reaching out for him. Now is the time to be greedy — before he ends up at the mercy of their restraints. He eagerly presses on with his fingers, fluttering them not only against the slit but slipping the middle one in as Syx gasps.
But that’s not what makes him truly a naughty boy.
No, that comes after he makes eye contact with Wayne over Syx’s shoulder. When he gives his mate his most deliciously mischievous grin. When he winks at his husband.
It’s not fair of course. He’s had several opportunities to practice this little trick with his Megamind and Mykaal, not to mention refining it to an art on his own husband. He’s already horny and ready, which makes it quite easy. He just needs to focus on what he wants from the two delicious naked men in his boudoir.
And push those feelings in a tsunami of pure unadulterated lust at Syx as his nimble fingers work his lover’s hot, wet slit.
[It had been a thought to just step around to the other side of the bed and pull Harrison up to the restraints, but that’s just not happening right about now. With Syx leaning over Harrison he isn’t at quite a good enough angle to see what his mate is doing without using his x-ray vision, but he can guess.]
[What he couldn’t have guessed is the feeling of Harrison’s lust being shoved at someone else. He could feel the build and the release, both of which spike his libido, but it’s strange feeling that strong push just sort of vanish. Wayne can’t feel Syx except through what manages to filter through Harrison to him, so something going the other way is just gone and it feels odd, almost like a numb sensation in his head. If he weren’t already addled buy the backwash of lust that couldn’t all be directed one way, he would be a little sad by the example of what he is clearly missing.]
[Wayne steps off the bed, but doesn’t touch either blue man. It’s tempting, ever so tempting, but he isn’t sure what to do or if he is welcome at the moment. Harrison’s look says yes, but Harrison isn’t supposed to be the one driving this. It’s up to Syx.]
Losing all focus on what was and wasn’t supposed to be happening right now, Syx dropped his large to Harrison’s shoulder. A moan pulled it’s way from his throat as he rolled his hips against the hands working his body. Blue lust. He’d gotten tastes from Harrison before… but now, naked and wanting and being touched… his body was reacting far faster than he was used to.
His teeth found the meaty part of the blue neck under his lips, biting on and sucking, licking. His hand coming up to grip Harrison’s shoulders as with a shudder, his tentacle slid free of his sheath. Slick with fluid, the scent of his arousal perfumed the air with pheromones as the foot long mobile dick like appendage curled in the air. It faded from deep pink to lavender, soft and slightly bump with textured ripples.
“Har-harrison,” Syx gasped, his tentacle coil needily around the man’s wrist as if to draw those fingers deeper. Syx pulled himself flush with Harrison, wanting, needing, that skin contact.
Breathing hard, he became aware of the other eyes on him and shifted to glance over his shoulder at Wayne with a breathy laugh, “I’ve been ensnared by the captive’s wiles, help. Restrain your husband.”
🌟 old high school friends who lost touch for a while
✪ (distant) family members who meet each other at the funeral of one of their grandparents / parents
✦ known each other since kindergarten but didn’t start getting along until recently
🌙 good friends who sometimes don’t talk for months, but suddenly show up on each other’s doorsteps and have a laugh like they talked just yesterday
★ muse A is the new doctor / nurse / caretaker of muse B
💫 arch-enemies since the day they could talk
✿ muse A works in muse B’s favourite restaurant
♒ love / hate relationship in which they totally need each other’s constant reassurance, but hate each other’s every move
♥ they tried a relationship once, but it didn’t work out and now they’re the best and closest friends who tell each other everything
☼ they live in the same apartment building and greet each other in the hallways, not yet aware of how alike they are and how much they could mean to one another
💙 muse A is muse B’s biggest fan and they finally get to meet them backstage
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used to be co-workers a few summer jobs ago
💰 business partners who always agree on the work related topics, but never on anything else
if i reblog a terf, its an accident and i want to know so i can delete the post
for cis people who may not know what to look for, check for these things in someone’s bio:
gender critical
radfem (although not always a 100% qualifier, it usually does lead to trans exclusionary discourse)
“Detransitioned female”
A huge obsession with genitals, including reducing other cis women to their vaginas
If they have “TERF” anywhere in their bio or their blog and it isn’t ironic, be cautious
Saying things like “TERF is a slur!”
If they have a lot of content where they call trans women “dysphoric men” or “male to trans,” get outta there
If they keep pushing the narrative that “TERF” is synonymous with “lesbian” (it’s not), or that trans women are trying to force cis women to have sex with them (we’re not)
“Natal Women”
And that’s just what I can think of off the top of my head from all of my numerous experiences with these people
•if they reblog from a lot of terfs. it doesn’t always mean they’re a terf but it can mean they either agree with the terfs they follow but don’t reblog terf posts, are on their way to being a terf, or don’t care enough about trans people to not follow terfs
syx-blue asked:
A pile of books with an afro peeking out from behind sighs heavily and asks, “So what class are you regretting every life choice you’ve ever made about?” they shift and wobble precariously, “Calculous is already making me want to cry.”
“Sometimes I regret taking European History at times. One time I had an ARGUMENT with a student about how the vikings technically weren’t really the first SAILORS or NAVIGATORSacross the ocean seas. Some people are just really stubborn.” She being ONE of those people, even if she was entirely right.
Dropping the books to a table, Belle leaned on them heavily, “Really? Huh… who was then?”
Anything to serve as a distraction from her mind-numbing math homework. Idly she sorted her course books into piles. With a wrinkle to her nose, she pushed the calculus book off the table, then dropped the writing guide on top of it.
“I haven’t really taken much history. I sorta wanted’a but, fuck, I have a gazillion classes as it is and I don’t even know why they are making me take half of this shit,” she played with her necklace, not ever quite meeting the other girl’s eyes, “That already sound so much more fun than what I’m taking.”
can someone do a basic high school thread with me PUH-LEASE.
meeting at lockers, snapping at the teacher when they’re being rude. late night studies that turn into cuddles or make out sessions. late night studies that turn into one person crying because they’re extremely stressed out. one muse skipping school because fuck school or something tragic happened and muse b is worried shitless. football games. going out for lunch after school is over. skipping school because you’re stressed and i tired and i didn’t do my english homework so lets go back to my place and rest. giving each other rides in the morning and getting starbucks because muse a begged you and they got an a on that paper they’ve been working so hard on. seeing someone else flirting with muse b and getting jealous af and not talking to them during school and avoiding them. going to parties together and get fucked up and the other muse being the DD and having to sneak them into the house so they don’t get in trouble. rumors going around that one muse is pregnant – and it’s actually fucking true
It wasn’t until Wayne pulled his hand back that Nath realized he’d missed the gesture. Cursing himself for beeing too in his head, he stuffed his hands deeper in his pockets. He was not prepared for social contact right now.
Still… when was he ever lately. Forcing one of his old smiles on his face, he tried for something more charming.
“Me? Of course, my fine sir. Why wouldn’t I be fine?” for a million reasons he had no wish to go into, “Though you’re only the second Wayne I’ve met.”
“Mmm, right.” Wayne hums as Nath brushes off his question. He knew the guy was avoiding it and that was fine.
“Only the second? Well then let me be the first to tell you that i’m the coolest.” Wayne says with a grin and a wink.
“Ok, ok, simmer down there fella,” Nath couldn’t help the soft smirk that crept in at that wink the other gave him. He was certainly different than the other he’d met. This one was younger still if his guess was right, “What makes you the coolest then?”
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