Mikey's head whips around to face him abruptly, looking confused. "I'm petting it? This isn't, like. It's one of your arms, isn't it?" Because while he's pretty sure he wouldn't mind accidentally petting Gerard's dick, considering the kind of dreams he's been having lately.

What if Clark were a good bit more of an alien than we think he is? And what if Lex found out about it?

Every player must spend a little time offering their body to the will of the gods.

Zach has always had a sweet tooth, and Dylan has always been willing to abide.

Smut ficlets, mostly Mpreg related, but knowing me it will likely spiral.

“I see hearts. I sing people their deepest desires. You, for example.” Gabriel rolls his head to the side, damp curls bouncing over his eyes as he looks up at Jack. “You’re an adventurer. You want a new challenge, a frontier to try yourself against.” He reaches up one dark-clawed hand to trace it down Jack’s face. He’s as mysterious and mesmerizing as any of his promises, and Jack doesn’t pull away.