here it is my dear anon

anonymous asked:

Severa and Noire kissing please! (P.S I love your art, keep up the good work!!!!)

Thank you my dear!! It makes me so happy knowing that! (*≧ω≦*) Here your girls smooching each other!! <333 Hope you like it and tysm for your request!

anonymous asked:

You're like the first blog I ever followed, because I just love Zutara and my love for it will never stop! Just wanna say thank you for everything you've done for the whole Zutara fandom, this fandom is truly amazing and the best and will just continue to get bigger and popular although it's already big and popular as is!

Goodness I feel so OLD sometimes. Was I really the first?

I wish I could do so much more for the community and this blog but I swear I do what I can, and it truly means the world to me to get messages like this one. Thank you for taking the time to send so much love my way dear anon. 

It’s remarkable the amount of devotion, love and support this ship has from its fans. And that’s exactly why I keep coming back here and staying with this family regardless of the years that go by. You’re all amazing people and it’s been absolutely fantastic watching the fandom mature, welcome new recruits in and just overall keeping the Zutara flame burning!!

Sending you all huge flying bison hugs!!! Love you kiddos

[GOT7 reacts] to spanking their s/o and hearing them moan

request by a kawaii~ anon  GOT7 reaction to spanking their s/o playfully but she enjoys it (moans/whimpers) thank u thank u my dear 

a/n No thank you x1000000 ~JJ

Mark: You guys were just messing around on the couch playing footsies while you scrolled through Instagram. You playfully snatch Mark’s phone from his hands “Yah _______!” As you run from the couch he smacks you on the butt jokingly and a moan escapes your lips. At first, he’s surprised but then a smile crosses his lip and he says “Come here, I want to hear that again babe~”

Originally posted by withfx

Youngjae: You were waiting for him to finish his video game so you could go for dinner. So to speed it up you decided to stand in front of the tv to block his view. “Get out of my way _____~,” He says giving your butt a semi-firm smack. You let out a high-pitch whimper. “Oh are you okay?!” He exclaims in genuine worry. You blush and say More than okay”  “Oh…_____-ah.” Hey responds smiling and embarrassed that he didn’t get it at first.  

Originally posted by huggableyoungjae

Jinyoung: You dropped your book between the wall and the couch and were bending down to grab when you feel and light smack against your butt “What are you looking for?” He says. But your quiet moan can still be heard over his voice. “What are we going to do about you?” He says laughing as he easily reaches the book and then kisses you deeply. 

Originally posted by periwin5les

Bambam: You guys decided to model your new outfits you just bought for each other. You walk towards him pretending to strut a runway “Yeah _____-ah beautiful, perfect, good” He says. He gets up to switch with you and hits your butt on his way. Your moan is timed exactly when the music you had on ends. “Baby~ I don’t think we’re going to need to model these much longer,” He says licking his lip and giggling.

Originally posted by tanjhent

Jackson: He convinced you to go work out with him and you were doing pretty well for yourself. You finished a set of weights and he gave you a congratulating tap on the butt “Look at you go _____!” But he is pleasantly shocked by the soft whimper you release. “Jagi this isn’t the place for that. How about we get out of here.” He says pushing you toward the gym exit.

Originally posted by amaniwy

Yugyeom: You guys were dancing in the living room to some rap song he liked and you did one the moves he taught you incorrectly. “______, that’s not how I taught you. You’re so bad.” He would say laughing and slapping your butt to move you make room for himself. He is caught off guard by your moan “Noona…” His face gets red but he grabs you by the small of your back.  “I didn’t mean that kind of bad.” 

Originally posted by chichangyu

Jaebum: You were cooking dinner and dancing along to a song on the radio.When he comes up behind you playfully smacking your butt while you cooked. “Mmmmm _____ that looks great.” You try to hold it in but a moan manages to come out. He eyes you up and down and without a word reaches around you to turn off the stove. “I can eat that later. But right now I have something else on my mind” He says picking you up taking you to the bedroom. 

Originally posted by saranghaeyojw

anonymous asked:

Aphobia isn't a thing my guy

Asexuality is not a behavioral choice.  It is ‘enduring’ and resistant to change. In that same vein, asexuality cannot be ‘cured’. That is the definition of a sexual orientation. (It even appears on the Kinsey scale)

So, now that we’ve established that, let’s take a look at the discrimination ace people face.

In spite of being a sexual orientation, asexuality was in the DSM until 2013, being considered a ‘sexual dysfunction’.

In spite of being a sexual orientation, there is little to no representation of them in the media.

     Recommended reading: Asexual and autoerotic women: two invisible groups by Myra T. Johnson (note that this was written in the seventies and autoerotic in this context means ‘has a sex drive but no desire to actually have sex with someone else’ and asexual means having not having a sex drive at all, as well as having no desire to engage sexually.) Johnson points out that one of the biggest issues here is asexual invisibility. She articulates asexual people as being“oppressed by the consensus that they are nonexistent.”

In spite of being a sexual orientation, it is thoroughly misunderstood. (And you, dear anon, are my source on and example of that one.)

In spite of being a valid sexual orientation, there is a well-documented trend of ace people feeling as though something is wrong with them because of their sexuality.

MacNeela, P. & Murphy, A. Arch Sex Behav (2015)

Reports many asexual people self-report as feeling like “freaks” or “broken”. These are not things that heterosexual people experience. In an of itself, the fact that so many asexual people report feeling this way is an incredible indicator.  Asexual people have even been known to seek medical help.

Heterosexuals, as well as non-ace members of the LGBT+ or queer community, have some REALLY bad biases towards asexual people.  The best source on this one is Intergroup bias towards “Group X”: Evidence of prejudice, dehumanization, avoidance, and discrimination against asexuals, Cara C MacInnis and Gordon Hodson.

The article is posted on SAGE journals, meaning the article will cost money to read in its entirety. However, the abstract is free and I have taken the liberty of posting it below:

Although biases against homosexuals (and bisexuals) are well established, potential biases against a largely unrecognized sexual minority group, asexuals, has remained uninvestigated. In two studies (university student and community samples) we examined the extent to which those not desiring sexual activity are viewed negatively by heterosexuals. We provide the first empirical evidence of intergroup bias against asexuals (the so-called “Group X”), a social target evaluated more negatively, viewed as less human, and less valued as contact partners, relative to heterosexuals and other sexual minorities. Heterosexuals were also willing to discriminate against asexuals (matching discrimination against homosexuals). Potential confounds (e.g., bias against singles or unfamiliar groups) were ruled out as explanations. We suggest that the boundaries of theorizing about sexual minority prejudice be broadened to incorporate this new target group at this critical period, when interest in and recognition of asexuality is scientifically and culturally expanding.

it is hard to acknowledge that, as there has been so little research done on asexuality. People are still just now beginning to acknowledge asexuality, let alone acephobia.

Everyone is encouraged to reblog.

anonymous asked:

Ritsu in cool sunsets please?

Here you my my dear anon! HH GH i was in a plant mood so. Plants happened.

 Will i ever stop using this lazy lasso style for all of my mp100 art. Also you know its a problem when your own art triggers your OCD.


A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Word Count: 2426

Warnings: NSFW 18+. Smut, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap the willy!) chocolate pie porn.

Request: Hello! I have a request, could you do one where the reader starts working for Tony and soon after the reader and Bucky start a secret affair? Thanks love! - Anon

A/N: Here you go my dear! Sorry that it took me so long!

‘You can do this.’

‘You have worked hard for this.’

‘You deserve this.’

The pep talk you were giving yourself as you drove up to the gate surrounding the Avengers compound wasn’t helping your nerves at all. You leaned forward to look up through your windshield at the concrete walls. This place was a fortress.

You rolled your window down when you approached a booth. You hit the green call button and jumped at the electronic voice that spoke.

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Originally posted by marorra

This one is dedicated to @onceuponagladerhead, @noones-girl1980 and that one anon who said they wanted it I appreciate you guys so here it is

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Summary: AU in which Jughead and the reader are roommates at boarding school and they hate each other. The reader employs some ~interesting~ techniques to find out if Jughead likes her


A/N: I know some people really want Jughead to be asexual but he is not in this fic so if you don’t like the idea then please don’t read it 

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Kind of really missing when the pagan/fantasy community of Tumblr was BUZZING. We’re all out living our lives now & living the truths that we were writing about online ages ago, but I’m feeling really nostalgic (╥﹏╥) Change & transition & growth is obviously okay, but I’m reminiscing. I’m not even here very much these days, myself, but… meh.

Missing all the other (what may as well be) old hags of the tumblrsphere ♡

anonymous asked:

Did you realize that from this three devastating moments from yesterday's clip, the only one in which we saw Sana (almost) cry was the fight. Because she was crying for Isak?? And I just really really hope my girl will manage to cry for herself to, in her mother's arms...


Sana staggers back a few steps. Yousef and Noora are still wrapped around each other like serpents, oblivious to everyone around them.

She opens and closes her mouth without any words coming out. The music is too loud, the room is too crowded and she feels dizzy.

She turns around and runs. She doesn’t care how crazy she looks, sprinting out of the bar, bumping into people without any “excuse me” or “I’m sorry.”

She was done apologizing.

For everything.

She hears her name a few times but she just keeps moving. It doesn’t matter who it is, they’re all the same.

Sana steps into the tram, collapses on a seat and leans against the window. She closes her eyes and shuts out the world around her.


When she gets home, she heads straight to her room.

On her study desk she sees that stupid, stupid flower he had given her. She tosses it in the trash.

Then she takes out her laptop and deletes her browser history.

How to get over someone you deeply love?

How to make 300,000 fast?

Why can’t Muslim women marry non muslim men?

She watches as all those questions disappear. Wiped so easily. And she feels fucking satisfied and bitter at the same time as she erases it all.

A white blank screen in front of her. A fresh clean slate.

If only it was this easy to erase every jab, every memory, each and every one of their words from her mind.

She has supported and listened and cared for all of them only to get nothing in return. And she is sad and angry and resentful but most of all….she is tired.

So tired of holding it all in that she sits down on her bed, takes a deep staggering breath, and starts to cry.

She puts her face in her hands and feels the tears slip through her fingers, shoulders shaking as she sobs.

There’s a knock on her door and her mom’s voice on the other side. It’s unlocked anyway so after a few knocks she gently opens it.

When she sees Sana she rushes forward and asks her, “Sana?! What happened why are you crying?”

And Sana wraps her arms around her mom, puts her head on her chest and continues weeping without offering any explanation.

Her mom is shocked but she simply holds her baby, and rubs her shoulders and softly murmurs “it’s okay, it’s okay” to her.

After a while when she’s calmed down, and only silent tears are falling down her cheeks, her mom says, “You want to talk about it?”

Sana feels the lump in her throat and bites down on her lip. She really doesn’t. She wants to retreat back into her mind, and like every other time, internalize all her struggles and sorrows and deal with it in the unhealthiest manner. But she realizes that it’s not the right thing to do. That holding it all in was making her life miserable.

So she opens her mouth, and like blood rushing from arteries into veins, it all flows out.

She starts a story then breaks off and starts another but somehow she manages to convey her feelings about everything and everyone. The Russebus, the comments of those girls, Yousef. She leaves out the part about Elias because that’s the last thing her mom needs to worry about.

Her mom listens without interrupting and when Sana is done, she’s silent.

“You were right Mama. I should’ve listened to your advice. I’m the one who’s dumb not you. I’m sorry.”

Her mom gently lets her go and makes Sana sit up.

Then she takes her face in her hands and says, “Look at me. You are not dumb. I want you to understand that it doesn’t matter what those girls said, you have the brightest mind and the kindest soul habibti and nothing and no can take that away from you. No one can change it unless you let them. Unless you let their words and actions get to you. Unless you sacrifice parts of yourself for others. And they’re not worth it Sana. Anyone who can’t respect you for who you are, they’re not worth your time and consideration.”

Sana rubs her cheek against her mom’s palm. “Are you disappointed in me Mama? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you everything sooner I wanted to it’s just…”

“We can talk about all that tomorrow. Right now, I just want you to realize that this isn’t your fault Sana. Sometimes I look at you and see so much of myself that it scares me. Like me, you have a tendency to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders without making a sound, and that’s not the way it should be. It’s not normal. I’m happy you finally talked to me Sana, promise me you’ll never shut me out again?”

She nods and falls back into her mother’s embrace. “I promise Mama, I promise.”

“Then know that I’m here for you, always my love.”

And Sana knows that she’ll be fine. She’ll face everything that tomorrow has to offer with a brave heart and a strong mind.

But tonight, in her mother mother’s arms, she’s allowed to be sad. Tonight she’ll work through the grief and she’ll begin to heal.

Tonight she’s sad and that’s okay.

Shower Stall Encounters || Bucky Barnes x Reader [[smut]]

{summary: lately, you’ve been going to the gym, but not for the sake of losing weight or living healthier. no, the reason why you were at the gym was to admire a buff young man with dark hair and startling blue eyes. (note this is going to be a modern au, meaning bucky is going to be an oridinary man with no metal arm)}

*in idubbbz voice* as a content creator, i shall abide by the rules of the internet and use all the newest and coolest devices at my disposal to create content for the internet no matter what…uh amen.

an anon wanted more smut content so…here I am >w>

permenant tags: i won’t mention them because this post is very NSFW, so unless they specifically state that they want to be tagged in nsfw posts, this part will remain empty

warnings: female masturbation and smut (sex in the shower stall)

**dont plagiarize/repost this story, reblogs are fine**


Dear God, he was doing laps around the pool, and you were practically drooling at the sight of his strained body dressed in nothing but a pair of swimming trunks. The fact that you could see the droplets of water running down his chiseled chest and abdomen made your knees feel weak.

This had to be the only time you regretted going to the gym.

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anonymous asked:

Today has been an awful day. Can you doodle something cute for me to help me feel better?

Dear sweet anon, I wanted to make you a really nice piece of art, but I’m so sleepy that I keep doing that silly lil head-bounce thing. You know the one.

So here is a sketch of a smol chibi Host to cheer you up. 

I think I’m gonna make an “honorable mentions” section on the Markiplier Positivity Pieces page, because this definitely doesn’t count as one, but it’s Mark related AND positive, so, y’know. If someone was like, “I just want to hecking see some Mark stuff that makes me happy,” it’s all in one place.

I’m sleepy babbling now. Sorry, lovely.

I do hope you have a better day, and if not, I hope you have the courage to believe that better days will come.

(I’m also going to tag @markired here, because I know they love this lil cinnamon bun. The more people I can maybe make smile, the better!)

What Hurts The Most

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Word Count: 1585

Warnings: NSFW! 18+ SMUT! Swearing, angst, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap the willy!)

Request: Anon: Omg nemesis I loved your movie night stories! So well written and detailed! I have a request if you’re taking them, how about an angst filled reader after her break up with Bucky? I’ll let you decide how and why the break up happens and how they handle it. Angst, fluff and maybe a smidgen of smut? Thanks in advance!

A/N: Here you go my dear! Hopefully it is what you are looking for!

Originally posted by gliceria

Everything hurt.

That is the thought that rolled through your mind as you opened your eyes and squinted at the offensive sun shining through the curtains. You looked at the bedside table and saw that the clock read 7:23 a.m. You also noticed two empty bottles of wine sitting behind the clock.

Well… that explained why your head felt like it took a trip through a meat grinder.

With a groan, you propped yourself up on an elbow and fumbled around for your cell phone. The little blue light was flashing, signaling a notification. Bringing it to life, you had three missed calls and five text messages from Steve. You missed your morning workout session. Third time this week. Yada, yada… Whatever.

You attempted to sit up on the side of the bed. “Nope,” you said to yourself before laying back down, staring at the ceiling. How much did you drink last night? Did you eat? Why were you still in your jeans? It was too bright in here.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.? Can you shut off the sun?” you asked the interface system. She was always quick to answer, her Irish accent filling the room, “I think that is a little out of my realm of expertise, but I can do this.” You jumped at the sound of the metal shutters closing over the windows. Pitch black… it suited your mood.

You picked your phone back up and pulled up the text messages. Hitting Steve’s name, you typed a quick, ‘Not feeling well,’ before checking your emails. Your thumb slid over the gallery tab before you thought better of it. You didn’t know why you were torturing yourself this way…

Bucky’s smiling face appeared. It was the last selfie you two had taken together before the break up. Your heart constricted inside of your chest. The happiness in the picture was hard to look at. “Damnit,” you whispered before throwing your phone to the floor. You felt the familiar sensation of tears forming in your eyes. On a quiet sob, you let them spill. The anguish was crippling. You missed him. His smile, his laugh, his voice… him.

It hurt.

A loud knock at the door startled you out of your reverie. You swiped your hands over your face, erasing the tears before sitting up quickly. Too quickly in fact. Your head spun so hard you almost fainted. “What?” you yelled out harshly.

“It’s Steve, may I come in?” he said through the door. Crap, it was locked. You threw your legs over the side of the bed and tried standing again. Whew, ok… so far, so good. While holding onto everything you encountered, you made it to the door. You clicked the lock and opened the door enough for Steve to walk in. You switched the lamp on and sat at the end of the bed.

You looked up at him standing in front of you. You watched as his eyes surveyed your room. You could tell he took note of the empty bottles of wine on the nightstand and the other empty liquor bottles in the trash can. He bent to pick up the broken picture frame out of the trash. He wiped the glass off the picture of you and Bucky and sighed.

“He got back from his mission late last night,” he said as he placed the picture on the desk. “Sam said it was pretty routine. No problems.”

“Good for him,” you said snidely. You knew you were being pissy, but this mission he went on was the reason behind your break up in the first place. You looked at Steve’s feet as you got lost in thought…

‘Yea doll, fuck… just like that.’ Bucky said while gripping your hips tighter. You placed your hands on his chest for leverage and rolled your hips faster against his. You were in perfect sync together, with every backward roll of your hips, he would thrust up. He was so deep that he would bump your cervix with every pump. The little sting of pain was perfect in combination with your clit hitting his pelvic bone.

‘Bucky… baby…,’ you moaned, over and over. Your nails scraped over his chest when his rough thrust jolted your pleasure up another notch. ‘Oh, my god…’ you sat up straight, placed one hand behind you on Bucky’s thigh and the other slipped between your bodies to rub your clit. Your head fell back on a moan. The sounds leaving your mouth made you sound like a wanton woman.

‘Fuck doll face, you’re so damn beautiful like this,’ Bucky grunted underneath you. His movements became sloppy as he was nearing his finish. His grip on your hips was going to leave finger shaped bruises. His metal hand slid up your body to tweak your nipple. You slammed your hips down on him one last time, screaming out your orgasm. ‘Ah, oh my…FUCK!’ Bucky shouted as he spilled himself inside you. You collapsed onto his chest and nuzzled your face into his neck. He wrapped his arms around your back while letting your heartbeats settle.

‘Do you have to go?’ you whispered after a while. You stacked your hands on his sternum and propped your chin on top to look at him. Bucky’s face was serious as he brushed the hair away from your face.

‘You know I do,’ he sighed.

‘I don’t understand why I can’t go with you,’ you thought you would argue your case one more time. ‘All I need to do is get close enough to the target to touch him. Then I can tell you any information you need to know. Seconds is all I need.’

‘That is the exact reason why I said no to you going.’ He pushed his own hair back, giving you a stern look. ‘These are dangerous people and you don’t need to be that close to them. End of discussion. Besides, you and Wanda have more training exercises to do.’

‘You’re not my keeper Bucky,’ you said while rolling off him and walking to the bathroom. You cleaned yourself up and put your robe on. When you went back into the bedroom, Bucky had sat up on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

‘I didn’t say that I was. I just want to keep you safe damnit, and I can’t do that if I have to concentrate on the target and you at the same time.’ He looked up at you, his eyes pleading with you to understand.

‘This is always how it is going to be, isn’t it?’ you asked, leaning against the door jamb. ‘You’re never going to see me as a part of the team.’

‘With a little more training to hone your senses…’ he started to say, but you raised your hand and shook your head. You were past the point of reasoning. You rummaged around for your clothes, hastily putting them on. You opened the door to walk out.

‘We’ll talk about this when I get back,’ Bucky said, standing from the bed. He looked as lost as you felt.

‘No, we won’t,’ you stated as you walked out the door, leaving your heart behind.

You were brought back by a pair of fingers snapping in front of your face. You shook yourself and looked back up at Steve. His brow was furrowed in confusion. You looked away. You needed alcohol.

“He looks awful, if that makes you feel any better.” Steve put his hands on his hips and used his Cap voice. “Just go talk to him. I would shower first though.” With that, he turned and walked out of your room.

You were stunned, but it was effective. You sighed and trudged your way to the bathroom.


You found him down in the gym. He hadn’t noticed you yet so it gave you time to look him over. Still gorgeous as always. He had lost a little weight, but still looked delicious. Damn the man. Sweat was clinging to his back and his black running shorts were sitting low on his hips as he ran on the treadmill. He was looking straight ahead, pumping his arms, pushing himself. He hit the button to stop the machine, grabbed a towel to wipe his face and stepped down. He dropped the towel, finally noticing you standing near the doorway.

You both just stared at each other. You weren’t sure if it was because you didn’t know what to say or if he was waiting on you to start the conversation. Your question was answered when all he did was turn and head for the shower room. You sighed, rolling your eyes. You knew this wasn’t going to be easy.

“Bucky!” you called out. He came back through the doors and you almost lost your nerve. The man was only wearing a towel around his hips. You gulped, “I heard the mission went smoothly.”

A look you couldn’t decipher passed over his face, “That’s what you want to talk about?” He threw his hands in the air. You didn’t say anything more, at a complete loss for words.

He grabbed his gym bag from the floor and walked over to you, stopping just a breath away. He reached up and ran his thumb across your bottom lip. Then he shook his head and without another word, walked out. The haunted look in his eyes caused a broken sob to escape your throat.

Everything still hurt.

Tag List: @badassbaker @sebastianstanisyourboyfriend @arabellaaurorabarnes @crushed-pink-petals

anonymous asked:

oh ok thanks for answering so fast :) even it's fake that's still nice for my namjin imagination lol can you tell me what was written after daddy please... i can't read it :( Oh by the way what do you think about namjin since the beginning of 2017?, do you also feel that they interact less compared to their early debut where they looked so close to me, always standing next to each other, rapmon always touching jin hand when talking etc... i'm a bit sad, do you also feel it or is it just me?

I think it says “bby sin” - which ??? I have no idea what that means.

Beginning of 2017? We’re only 3 months in so I dont think we can make a general statement and say that “ there werent much namjin moments this year”. But I feel like, with the whole Wings comeback last year, NamJin has just been everywhere and more in your face then it has ever before- 

Exhibit A - when Namjoon and Jin had no chill and were openly flirting at a fan-signing 

Exhibit B - when they gave us this christmas gift and defined the word married

Exhibit C - when they actually got married in Japan and did a whole photoshoot on it

Exhibit D - when they couldnt contain their joy at winning at the AAAs

(lol im Yoongi in the back admiring them)

Exhibit D  - when Jin had some words of encouragement (?? sure) for Namjoon and vkook were all of us

Exhibit E - when they ended all ships with this one v live

And lets not forget:

And when it comes to holding hands and standing next to each other, well…

So anon dont be sad! Namjin is here and to me, 2016 was THEIR YEAR and fingers crossed that 2017 will be too! 

anonymous asked:


HERE WE G O (heres my smut tag xx)

Don’t Break Connection, Baby by princedeadend (10/10 | 38,721 | Mature)

Keith works part-time as a phone sex operator and receives a prank call from Lance. This does not go as planned for Lance. Thus begins the adventure of our dear sweet goofball continuing to call Keith to fuck with him (but not like fuck fuck with him…at least not yet). And y'know, eventually having legit conversations with him and getting attached and growing on Keith. Summaries are not my strong point, alright?

(shallura, hunk/shay)

Like Devo by surveycorpsjean (1/1 | 8,371 | Explicit)

As rival jammers, they’re rough, skating around the rink, giving bruises, bloody noses, broken ribs and snapped fingers-

But when the cops show up, Keith grabs his hand and yanks Lance into the storm drain.

And thats how they start dating.

//blood //injury

High Tide by magisterpavus (1/1 | 29,540 | Explicit)

“It’s a gift,” Lance murmured. “I thought you needed something to cheer you up.”

Keith licked his lips, eyes still huge. “What…what’s the gift?”

“Me,” Lance said, and witnessed the shudder that went through Keith’s entire body. “You can do whatever you want to me, for a week.”