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[billyktothemax]

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"If I had to pick a favorite Avenger, I would probably go with Natasha Romanov. I mean, come on, she's so cool."

[musesandmiscreants]

@rxndomfxndoms liked for a starter from Leon

Leon raised a brow "It's cute you think I can be scared off by something so minor," he scoffed a bit. "I don't scare easy and I'm not in the habit of not getting what I want. So don't worry about it I'm not going anywhere."

[canonpxssy]

rxndomfxndoms (Peter/Jackson)

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Peter knew this was a bad idea. It was an awful idea, in fact. Probably the worst he'd ever had. He was probably going to have an extremely pissed off kanima on his hands. He was going to be paralyzed and killed. And really, it wouldn't even be his fault. Ok, maybe a little. He supposed he could keep his feelings to himself. But still, Jackson deserved the truth, so really he was doing him a service. He just hoped Jackson saw it that way. He'd spent years being flirtatious Peter with just about everyone, but ever since he'd gotten the DNA test to be certain of his hunch, he'd turned it off for everyone else and way up for Jackson. He hoped the boy noticed, but if he didn't, he'd make it clear now where he stood. On shaky ground. He was both Jackson's father and madly in love with him. It was honestly pathetic how whipped he was willing to be for Jackson, but he figured that's what love was. Too bad Jackson knew neither of those things.

So here he was, taking a deep breath before serving up dinner at his place to Jackson. It was clearly a date if you looked at it closely and he hoped Jackson knew that so that at least half of this would be easier to say, but he wasn't sure. He grabbed the steak and lobster and brought it out to his dinner table, setting one plate in front of Jackson and another in front of his place before sitting down. "So just in case it looks like this is a bribe, you're right. I really appreciate you having dinner with me." He took a sip of water and then sighed. "Because I'm not particularly good at this whole socializing honestly thing, I figure I might as well just be straightforward and get to the point. I have feelings for you, Jackson. Real ones. Serious ones." He looked up at Jackson, knowing his face was probably some embarrassing shade of red already. "But it's more complicated than that. Almost impossibly so. You'll probably think me the worst pervert for it, but..." He pulled out the DNA results and pushed them over to Jackson. "About twenty or so years ago, I had a tragic one-night stand with your mother. Yes, she cheated on your father. I'm sorry. She didn't want anyone to know and they never did. Until now. Jackson, you're my son. And the worst part is that it still doesn't change my feelings for you. I still want to kiss you and make love to you." He sighed again. "And I know that's wrong, but I needed to be honest with you. You deserve that much. You can scream at me now, if you'd like."

[davidkarofskyindie]

rxndomfxndoms (Sam/Trevor)

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Trevor was ready to work his ass off at the club tonight. He was going to put on the kind of show that could make a queen a legend if done right. He had spent literally hours getting ready, his body pulled into the tiniest corset, the dress was so form-fitting it looked almost painted on, the wig blended perfectly into his hairline and he was painted for the gods. Trevor was almost completely changed into his glorious Jewel Taboo character. He was ready as could be to enjoy putting on a show… and then when the curtain opened he spotted a shock of blond hair that managed to command attention even across the room, while he couldn’t quite make out a face he was certainly able to see the edge of the man’s arm and the bicep that was as well defined as could be. 

He smirked a little “Hmm, this night just got so much better” he mused before the music began, the sound of some 1950’s female songstress filled the bar as Trevor gave one hell of a performance, twirling and emoting and putting every bit of playful wicked sexiness he had into every motion, all the while just trying to get a better glimpse of the owner of the blonde hair and muscular arm that seemed to be surrounded by an unfair share of men. He was absolutely determined to make sure that he got everyone’s attention, pulling out every performance trick he had and the whole time just keeping his eyes peeled for a glimpse of the mystery blonde’s face.

[scribedhorror]

👀 - from Jonathan

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A wide smile stretched across his face and he hoped that the flush he could feel warm his cheeks wasn't too obvious.

"You're just mentioning it now?"

[bratxprincexlestat]

Three nights in Riverdale

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The crowd at Riverdale’s small venue was still buzzing, the scent of sweat and cheap beer clinging to the air. Archie Andrews had just stepped off stage, guitar slung over his shoulder, his voice still echoing in the rafters. He looked flushed, alive, every inch the boy who believed music could save him.From the shadows near the wings, a figure detached himself pale hair catching the dim light, dressed like sin looking for it's prey. Lestat. His violet eyes gleamed with amusement, predatory and appreciative all at once."Bravo, mon garçon," he purred, his accent curling around the words like smoke. "You play with the desperation of someone who believes the song is the only thing keeping him alive. I like that."

He stepped closer, ignoring the stagehands and lingering fans, his presence commanding. "I’ve dismissed my opening act for my Saturday gig. Mediocre creatures, all noise and no soul. But you… you bleed into your chords. That is what I want."Lestat’s smile was sharp, wolfish. He leaned in, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "How would you like to play for me, Archie Andrews? Not for Riverdale, not for your friends but for me. Imagine your music amplified, adored, immortalized. Imagine a stage that belongs to you."The vampire extended a hand, elegant and expectant, as though offering not just opportunity but temptation itself.

[realbcys]

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"I trust you and your lawyer have had a chance to look over this?" Garrett asked, setting the stack of paper in front of the man. "It's pretty much all boilerplate stuff for a scientific study. You agree to abide by the rules of the study. You don't reveal the events or results of the study until after publication or ten years hence. You give us permission to include photos of your likeness for purposes related to the study including promotion. Your compensation is all detailed there. No big deal. This is all legal mumbo jumbo." Garrett said, indicating where he, the researcher, had already signed. Every place his subject needed to sign was flagged with a bright pink post-it flag.

"I'm more interested in discussing the study with you. There are going to be three groups of participants. We're looking at the effect of positive and negative reinforcement on behavior. How effectively does each strategy alter the behavior of our participants? What creates the most total, lasting change?"

Garrett reached over to a small box, and pulled out a black collar made of little black hexagons. A shock collar. "Full transparency, you will be in the negative reinforcement group." According to the study, there was also a positive reinforcement group and a control group. "You'll be required to wear this shock collar for the next six weeks. Don't worry, it can't cause permanent damage or hurt you. But it does deliver a nasty shock if you do something we don't want you to do. We'll talk about what those parameters are later, but in essence we're going to see if human beings can be trained. If they can, what works better, punishment or reward?"

"You were chosen because you seem to be an excellent physical specimen. There's no danger of the collar hurting you like it might hurt a more inferior physical participant. That is to say: You're in peak physical shape and have nothing to worry about." Garrett gestured back to the paper before them. "I'm all ears if you have questions, but if you wanna get the legals out the way, I can answer everything. Before then, I'm kind of tied on what I'm allowed to tell you."

[knotfodder]

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Bruno tilts his head as he takes in the naked sight of the muscle god in front of him. Often times, that saying is an exaggeration to describe someone's beautiful and godlike physique. Bruno runs a hand across the other man's plump ass, squeezing it firmly before giving him a playful slap. Bruno wasn't new to having older and bigger men than him share his bed, but a literal god was something he wasn't sure he was capable of doing. The small man's hands continue to inspect Thor's ass, a hand brushing in between the god of thunder's thigh. "You look so good like this, Thor."