Imagine your villainous or rival F/O grabbing you, and slamming you so hard against a wall that it stuns you momentarily.
While you’re seeing stars, they press their body against yours, forcing their lips to yours in a rough, passionate kiss as they pin you down. You’re too dizzy to stop them even if you wanted to.
This would be so funny if it wasn’t so sad and hypocritical.
“does writing about murder and fighting mean you support it? no”
But writing about sex does???
Ok, at this point, this has to be the result of a bad game of telephone.
Everything here is LITERALLY being proship verbatim. Everything this person talked about is proship. Who decided that the pro-fiction crowd is just full of child abusers!!!??? This whole thing was so fucking frustrating to read.
Who decided that the pro-fiction crowd is just full of child abusers!!!???
Terfs and conservatives deliberately spreading misinfo.
The two of you lean on each other, your breath visible in the chill of the early morning.
The horizon is filled with warm gold and red hues, and you watch together as light slowly fills the sky.
Your F/O has their arm around you, and you around them. They gently turn you to face them, and the two of you kiss as the pale morning sun illuminates you both.
