#. ˚ . ✦ dick g.

[duckysprouts]

big brother part 7

[mariswxt]

—————————————— DILF.ᐟDICK THOUGHTS, ANYONEᝰ.ᐣ

CLEAR BLUE SKIES AND THE GOLDEN SUN did nothing to lessen the difficulty of putting on sunscreen with a wriggling two year old daughter demanding your attention. You loved Jordan, of course you did, but since she was a mama’s girl it was hard to spend two minutes to yourself without her squealing for you, and with her chubby cheeks and sweet giggle, you felt like you’d go to hell if you refused.

Ah, kids, they can be devils and angels at the same time.

“She still being a lil’ siren?” Your neighbour and best friend, Cassie, smiled, sitting down next to you on the multiple beach towels you’d set out, in between you being Jordan, who was babbling random things while making a sandcastle. “How ‘bout I take care of her for a while? So you can get your freak on with a guy I found for you.”

Oh, again?

Cassie had been in the big business lately of being your matchmaker, but you didn’t think anyone could possibly be that welcoming to a woman with a two year old and who’s also in her twenties. Just didn’t seem to fit. So you rolled your eyes and groaned again, pulling the hem of your cami dress down before you leaned back on your hands.

“Cass, I don’t think we should do this dance again.” You sighed, adjusting your sunglasses and stroking Jordan’s hair as she babbled about ‘pretty princesses’. “Last time it—”

“— didn’t end well, I know, but trust me this time!”

“You said that last time.”

“Ugh, wait, hear me out.” She straightened up, dusting her hands down. “Look, he’s new to the neighbourhood, but he’s, like, the eligible bachelor. He’s so hot, so hot, so if you won’t get with him, I will. Go on, look.” She placed her hand on top of your head to turn it.

Your reflex was to protest, as your head was forcefully turned like it was some sort of fucking doorknob. “Cassie Rhodes, I don’t— holy… shit.”

Oh, mama.

Your eyes were slapped with the sight of the sexiest man you’d ever seen— and all thought flew from your brain except from what you wanted that man to do to you. Seems like your upstairs brain and downstairs finally came to an agreement here.

He was about 5’ 10”, from what you could see, with messed up black hair, eyes hidden behind hot sunglasses, a jawline that could cut steel and pink lips stretched into a grin. Not to mention how you could see every glorious muscle glow under the influence of the sun and sunblock all over every inch of skin you could see. The washboard abs made your teeth catch your bottom lip between them, the biceps made your mouth water and mind conjure up dirty things, the veins in that very defined forearm and football in his hand which he then threw to a guy who seemed to be either a friend or his brother.

You didn’t care, your brain was no longer functioning, oh, Lord help your soul.

“Cassie,” You breathed, a grin slowly spreading on your face, “you’re a genius.”

You didn’t know what it was about him that made you act like a horny teenager— yeah, no, you knew exactly what it was, it was his everything. As if it wasn’t enough, your eyes picked up a little girl running towards him on unsteady legs on sand, and when she reached him, he scooped her up with a laugh and a kiss to her forehead.

Men and children. Mayday, hot men and children.

“Sweetie, I give you Phoenix’s latest eligible bachelor… DICK GRAYSON.” Cassie giggled, patting your shoulder, but you didn’t listen, your ears were filled with static, staring at the way his abs rippled when he threw the football, how he occasionally bit his lip with those pearly whites which flooded your mouth with drool, and the swim trunks weren’t helping either. Also how there was a little girl that looked like Jordan running up to him— Jordan was running up to him?

You gasped, scrambling to stand up as Jordan hugged Dick’s leg, earning a small look of surprise. “Oh, shit, shit!” But just as you were about to reach Jordan, scoop her up and tell her not to hug a stranger’s leg, but the little shit ran out of the way just in time and sent you barrelling straight into the man of your wet dreams.

“Woah, there.” Fuck, that is one hot voice. Two strong hands steadied you, and as you looked up, you saw blue eyes behind pushed down sunglasses. “You ok, sweetheart?”

Hot damn. Despite actually getting the breath knocked out of him, the moment he laid eyes on you, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. You were gorgeous, with the stunning swelled body that usually came as a sign of pregnancy (and he was digging it), sunglasses and a cami dress that kind of had him flicking his eyes down the neckline of it. You were a MILF, if he ever saw one, and it had him salivating and running his eyes over every individual dip, curve, and imagining what it’d be like to bury his head between those stunning thighs.

Whew, that’s one hot mama.

Those pregnancy curves really did it for him, and he had to press his tongue between his teeth to hold back a whistle, nodding faintly. Oh, what he wouldn’t do for your number, dear Lord.

“I’m ok.” You first breathed out, then cleared your throat cause you didn’t want to seem pathetic. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry about Jordan, she can be a loveable pain.”

“Loveable pain? I know the type.” He gestured to where a little girl who looked like his carbon copy was playing with a tall dude with a tuft of platinum hair at the front. “That’s my Skylar, but we call her Sky. Also a little troublemaker.” He held his hand out, but like in a palm-facing-up moment, not a firm handshake moment. “M’name’s Dick, darlin’. Dick Grayson.”

You probably told him your name, all you were focused on was plopping your hand in his— oh, God, he probably thought you were a crazy person. But instead of shaking it like ‘one of the boys’ would, he lifted your hand to his mouth and… and he kissed the knuckle.

You knew who you’d be touching yourself to tonight.

“S’ a pleasure to meet you. I just moved into the neighbourhood, it’ll be nice to have someone in the same boat to, y’know, talk to.” The way he glanced to you over his sunglasses told me that if he did decide to come to you, there’d be absolutely no talking done.

You nodded, and you vowed to never wash your hand again when he let it go. Jesus, he was jacked and gentle, what more could you ask for? “Of course, pop over whenever you like.”

“Best believe I will.” He grinned, and when you said a small, meek goodbye and walked off, he bit his lip upon seeing that ass and thighs in that dress of yours. Mhmm, he was so gonna grab that when he fucked all the stress of being a single mom out of you.

Jason punched his shoulder as he came up beside him, folding his arms. “Dickhead, you’ve got the ‘I wanna fuck her’ look in your eyes.”

“Shut up, Jay.” Dick scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re so crass.” Even as he scooped Sky up in his arms and nuzzled her hair as she let out a squeal of laughter, his eyes couldn’t help but flick back to you, your sun-kissed, glowy skin from being slathered in sunblock and the winking sun all day and every just right proportion that he loved in a lady.

Oh, he wanted to do a lot more than just fuck you.

[infectiouspiss]

WHATEVER (x)

[illovehaileesteinfeld]

caitvi frat party double team

cw: dom!caitlyn, G!P CAITLYN, switch!vi, top!cait, (r!receiving like everything) pussy eating, penetration (with caits dick), fingering v!receving, no use of y/n, established caitvi relationship, one night stand, porn with a little plot, vi touching herself <3 , frat party sex, r! has silly commentary, not proofred so tell me if this is ass.

reqs are open!!

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you stood at the keg, cursing under your breath when the machine turned out empty. the friends you had come with had disappeared within approximately 17 seconds of walking in the doors, leaving you alone and quickly losing your social battery.

turning to search the room for something else to drink, you raised an eyebrow at a blue haired girl trailing her eyes over your figure, lingering maybe a bit too long on your tits, but hey, who's complaining?

she took a few steps forward, meeting you at the next best source of alcohol, something far too similar to fireball. you reached a hand out to pour a cup of whatever it was, stopped by the cold fingertips of the girl.

"you don't want to drink that, its vile" she whispered, breath sending shivers down your throat as she was far closer than expected. there was a small hint of humor in her accented voice, sharp blue eyes piercing yours.

"oh.. alright. any suggestions then?" you muttered, head tilted slightly. she grinned softly, shaking her head.

"me and my girlfriend have vodka upstairs, if thats to your interest?" she said, voice a low hum.

well, if the promise of privacy with a girl that was most definitely flirting in some fucked lesbian way, decent liquor, and hopefully another gorgeous girl to look at wasn't enough? this had to be a wet dream waiting to happen.

that was all the convincing it took, finding yourself standing a bit too awkwardly, looking through the door the blue haired girl - who had introduced herself as Caitlyn - opened in front of you.

"mm, Vi, pour her a drink" Caitlyn said, eyes flashing to the incredibly hot reddish-pink haired girl across the room. god fucking dammit why are they both so fuckable?

you sat nervously on the edge of the bed in the room, unsure if it was radioactive or not, but assuming since the room was.. relatively clean, it wouldn't be too bad to lay half an asscheek on.

Vi stood, handing you a plastic cup with straight fucking vodka poured in it - who even does that? in zaun of all places?

well, that certainly never stopped anyone in the past. you quickly downed the cup, setting it down with a quiet gag as it burned the back of your throat. mm, if that didn't turn heads? don't ask which ones, Caitlyn might be covering her cock now, but it certainly wont last long.

Vi's powdery-blue eyes were on you in an instant, biting at her lips.

"hm, Cait, i see what you meant.. she is adorable" the redhead murmured, glancing up at her girlfriend who was most definitely giving bedroom eyes, fuck, if the night went anything like you wanted it too..

"is this just.. couple activities?" you asked, insanely awkward and what else would you say with two girls staring you down, one of them noticeably nudging her crotch while the other took a few steps closer like a fuckin' rabid animal.

"oh, most definitely." Vi tutted, standing only a foot or so away now. You only really got a closer look at her then, her button up only half done and wrinkled. "don't suppose you'd like to entertain us for the night.?"

"please."

Caitlyn snickered across the room, standing aswell as she watched Vi perch on your thigh, baby blue eyes heavy lidded as if she was waiting for more than just fucking grinding on you.

It seemed to happen all at once, though truthfully it was just alcohol from earlier in the night, to be laid back on the bed; a needy masc whimpering as she grinded your thigh, and an incredibly composed and rock hard woman unbuckling her jeans.

"we'll stop when you say the word; you okay with..?" the british girl asked, nudging down to her boxers. god, the neediest whimper left your lips, nodding quickly. Caitlyn simply smirked, taking her jeans off and palming her dick.

Vi somehow took that as a symbol to move, breathing heavily as her hand reached down under her basketball shorts, a soft moan escaping her lips when she started touching herself.

Caitlyn gently pushed the waist of your bottoms down, rubbing her cold thumb over the surface of your skin as she looked over how fucking soaked you were. it was humiliating, somehow in a sexy god-fuck-me-please type of way, but still sexy.

pushing her own jeans down, Caitlyn kissed your clit gently, moving back up and tracing her tongue over your neck. she aligned her cock with your entrance, breath hitched as she eased her way in.

only once her cock was halfway plunged did you get reminded of the redhead beside you, soft moans leaving her lips as she watched Caitlyn fuck into you.

"fuck-" you gasped, Caitlyn bottoming out. your head fell back, eyes shut. this bed could not have been sanitary if this woman was ruining you so quickly, but that most definitely didn't matter anymore.

only half paying attention to anything around you, you noticed Caitlyns hand reaching up Vi's shorts, god this woman could multitask. Vi's whimpers grew louder, the sound making you impossibly more horny as Caitlyns hips thrust.

a blur of gasps and whimpers filled the room, everyone inside of it filled with pleasure. you were sure Cait got distracted, her face falling into your neck and her thrusts getting so hard your legs felt like jelly.

saying you were tight was an understatement. you babbled out whimpers and moans, only realized Caitlyn had focused on you because her girl had already finished, soaking wet and salty fingers being pressed to your lips.

that only made it worse (better, truthfully), the intrusion fucking delightful. Vi's fingers, pushed past your lips, and you couldn't help but squirm at the taste - god, you would do anything for more.

Caitlyn could see you getting disoriented, biting down on your neck and emitting a loud moan from your lips. her tip pushed against your cervix, so deliciously painful, and you were just about done for.

"jus' like that-" Caitlyn muttered, her pretty voice broken as you realized just how tight you were. she came first, fucking filling you with cum but not finishing until you were done for yourself. your back arched up, eyes shutting tighter as a gasp of a moan fell from your lips.

Vi whimpered at the sound, her lips finding your neck as she sucked slightly, busying herself as all she wanted was to lick up everything from you and her girlfriend.

Caitlyn pulled out after a moment, gesturing her girl to go at it. Vi was an incredibly messy eater, nose nudging your clit in the most incredible way, her lips parted as her tongue pushed into you, making you fucking soak into her mouth.

she was working you up impossibly quick, swallowing the mixture of yours and Caitlyns cum, devouring you whole. it was perfect, your walls tightening around the warmth of the girls tongue. she whimpered against you, the vibration sending a louder moan from your lips.

Caitlyn pushed her girlfriend head further, stroking her cock as she watched you fall apart again from Vi's tongue. you panted, finishing in what was probably a record, Vi swallowing it all like a greedy little shit.

well, if that wasn't the night you imagined. Caitlyn was sure to clean both of her girls up, smirking gently as your legs shook.

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written for the lovely @wsgbailey !!

taglist <3 : @scott1shabbyand3rson @s1n1st3r54

@aanvime @skibidivi

side note, this is inspired by another fic. it is not copied nor meant to be an impersonation. please do not repost my work <33

link:

[sagwillow]

🍒🍒🥵

[numinous-scribe]

Jazz didn’t care anymore about the cameras or her parents or her future. She pushed back her mask and pressed her lips to Danny as she sank to the floor. She cradled him to her chest and tried to keep from bursting into sobs, though she couldn’t stop the tears. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I’m here now. You’re safe. They, they won’t ever get their hands on you again if I have anything to say about it.” Dick knelt down facing her. “Calkins, are you okay? Who are they?” Jazz shook her head, tears falling faster and clutched Danny to her. “Please, please,” she begged through her sobs. “Be okay.” “Calkins!” Tucker’s voice broke through her breakdown. “Wake him up. You know how, remember? Regrowth and Starfire are almost finished on the floor above you.” Jazz nodded, though he couldn’t see and took a few shaky breaths. “Okay, I can do this,” she said to herself. She closed her eyes and held Danny out in front of her. Again she pressed a kiss to his core. With the gesture, she shoved every feeling of safety and security she could at her brother. She wasn’t a ghost; she didn’t have any powers. But she loved her brother and she would do everything to keep him safe. And he was a ghost. Ghosts had empathy. Usually it only worked with other ghosts, but Danny was half human. And had known her his entire life. He would feel her.

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My final piece for @dpxdcbigbang! This scene is from ch 3 of "Behind the Fortress Walls" by @wolfjackle. If you haven't already, go check it out!

[keomin]

Narrator: It makes perfect sense that his best friend would be twelve years old, because batman is still a little boy stuck in a man's body

[keylee]

More lazy AU content 🙏🙏

[driveintheaterofthemind]

Pulp Heroes

Art by Francesco Francavilla

[bananapeeeeellssss]

I’m 100% for BerTim (I think that’s the ship name it’s Bernard and Tim), but imagine.

Red Robin suddenly just gets a tag along on his patrols. The bats do not know who this person is. They can never find them. They are always there. Eventually it is let slip that Red Robin and this mysterious vigilante are boyfriends (Could be Bernard, or Kon, or anyone else doesn’t matter). This person is just as well trained as a Robin, but never gives a name when asked. So a meme begins (This is based off the Dr Seuss title)

One Robin (Dick as Robin)

Two Robin (Jason as Robin)

Red Robin (Tim as Red Robin)

Blue Robin (Mysterious Boyfriend)

Damian is pissed he was left out as the ‘blood son’ and ‘superior Robin’, Steph is dying of laughter somewhere, Babs is making sure the meme never dies, and Bruce is dying because he can’t for the life of him find his son’s Boyfriend. Naturally, Tim and MB (Mysterious Boyfriend) only find out about this after people start calling after him. Maybe the homophobes online try to argue Nightwing is the real ‘Blue Robin’ because he was the first Robin and wears blue now then Nightwing goes out with pride stuff all over his suit to support his brother.

I would write a fic but I chose to do this instead. Might make an image for it. That is all. Have a wonderful day. (Might update with more later)

[runby2]

my wife said that since edgeworth goes to the airport so often this would happen to him and he'djust have a panic attack and run away from the machine. then i said "gumshoe spends the last of his paycheck on this " and my wife choked

[suzukiblu]

My (not QUITE spoilery, but slightly) pieces for the first @dpxdcbigbang fic I drew for, @holdm2's Bottom of the Boxcar (+ FFN link), which has just started posting! 💚

I did the three-panel illustration first because I thought it was just such a good and painful scene and such a good part of the fic, but that Johnny and Jason bit would NOT leave me alone and honestly wound up my favorite part overall, so when we got a little extra time on our deadline I took FULL advantage of it to draw that too, haha.

Bonus concept sketches in various stages of "concept"-ing behind the cut, including sketches of a couple of scenes I didn't end up drawing.

[vechter]

my love for cass is very much... my beautiful batgirl who deserves the whole world and to heal from her guilt while she's kicking everyone's ass and being infuriatingly self-satisfied about it. meanwhile, my love for dick grayson is just wanting him to experience endless horrors like an unending time loop of chemo dropping

[haveihitanerve]

Bruce makes it in time to get to Jason. But… is it enough to save him?

“Master Bruce-“ “I’m almost there Alfred.” Bruce bites back, almost breaking his wrist by how hard he twists the motorcycle accelerator. And he is. He can see the warehouse. Bruce lands, not even bothering to slow, leaping off the bike as it crashes into the trees and he sprints for the doors, terrified he’ll make it too late, that he won’t be fast enough for his son. The door slams open, Bruce not even bothering to check if it’s locked or not, just plowing it down, and hurries inside, spotting his son within a moment. Jason opens his eyes in surprise, mouth curving to form a perfect O. “Br- Batman.” He whispers, voice hoarse with disbelief. Bruce rushes to his side, cupping his cheek, cradling the boy- his boy, to his chest. “Jay. Jay bird. Jaylad. Hey firecracker. Hey bud.” Jason’s eyes fill with tears and Bruce does his best to wipe them away, to press a kiss to his son's forehead. “You came.” Jason whispers, tears clogging his throat. “Of course baby.” Bruce murmurs, rocking back and forth. “Of course I came, baby. I will always come for you. Always.” He presses another kiss to Jason’s head. “I love you son. I love you, I love you, I love you.” “I love you too-“ Jason rasps, but his eyes catch something on the wall behind him. “Dad, wait- the bomb-“ the explosion shakes the very earth, and Gotham seems to curl in on herself, screaming with a pain and rage that is unimaginable. In a basement cave in the middle of Gotham, a butler's hands go cold. A man, wearing a blue mask a city over, suddenly feels a chill sweep over him, and something inside him, probably his heart, feels like it’s been torn in two.

Their bodies are found, or at least what’s left of them, two days later, the larger man wrapped almost completely around the smaller, cradling his boy to his chest. Nightwing almost beats Joker to death and is only stopped by three others, all of which seem just as inclined to kill him, but resist. Gotham mourns, earthquakes shaking the ground, warehouses crumbling to dust, and Joker is found drowned in the harbor, the fishes whisper of a presence so old and strong even the biggest fish feared her, and Aquaman shudders. Gothamites mourn their fallen Prince and his adopted son, but Gotham mourns her prodigal sons, her children, her oldest and youngest, and cradles the last survivor to her chest, cloaking him in shadows and gifting him all the things she did not give the others, the things she thought they wouldn’t need so long as they had each other, the things she had not yet granted them ready for. She drapes them over the young, jaded hero, gifting him sight and smell and sound, allowing him to control her shadows and her streets and most of all… gifting him flight, the way his namesake first claimed, the way her firstborn child and her youngest were never able to. The Vulture takes to the Gotham skyline like a moth to open flames, perhaps a little less withdrawn with his punches, perhaps a little more protective of young boys, but belonging to Gotham all the same. The Joker stole something from her, and she will never allow it to happen again. The Vulture gains followers, friends, the Starling, the Goldfinch, the Owl, the Crow, the Cardinal, and Robin, all under Gothams protection, and she has him watch, from his watery prison, as they protect her, defend their city from the ilk like him, not giving in to their rage and revenge, but helping, rebuilding Gotham in his image. Their image. The man who saw hope, and his son. Batman and Robin.

(In case it was unclear, the three people pulling dick away from Joker are Babs, Kate and Luke, and then the Vulture is dick, and his friends, in order as listed, are Stephanie, Duke, Babs, Cass, Tim, and Damian. Also Gotham does kill Joker because she knows dick cannot but she also keeps him half alive, suspended in time, destined to drown for all eternity and watch as the bats succeed in honor of Batman the man he fought against.)

[stebeans]

Arcane F1AU

Sexy time abounds y'all

Warnings: explicit sex, g!p Caitlyn [has a penis]

Can be considered canon-adjacent to my F1AU-verse. These flings still happen in the F1AU...just you know, without the dick if that's your fancy. Just wanted to write g!p Caitlyn landing all the girls (OC's)

Filth. Just utter filth.

Takes place year 4 of Caitlyn's F1 career but first year with Hextech Petronas, end of season after she won the 25' world driver's championship. Exploring Caitlyn's off track relationships and flings.

She's a Lady Killer - Part 1

The Actress

For a person of her celebrity acclaim, under the constant gun and scrutiny of the public eye, Caitlyn Kiramman's personal relationships was skillfully and thoroughly hidden under wraps. Sure there had been the occasional rumors of budding romances with a handful of equally well-known names that the general public ate up but nothing was ever proven concrete.

Standing on the red carpet was like as if Caitlyn had strapped a target right over her chest. It might as well have flashing lights and sirens that announced anyone within a fifty-foot vicinity that she was in a relationship of sorts - complete opposite to her usual smoke and mirrors act reserved towards her casual dalliances.

Dressed to the nines in a custom-made Valentino suit, a navy blue that was almost black with cleverly floral embellishments sewn within the lapels that blended in with the silk material, Caitlyn wore it like it was armor. A deftly tied matching silk bowtie sat snugly around her neck as she posed for the cameras, her hand resting casually around the waist of a blonde-haired bombshell who just so happened to be the woman of the hour at the world premier of the latest blockbuster film.

Rarely did a woman ever exceed Caitlyn in height but the woman standing next to her, so close they might as well been one person, happened to rock four-inch high heels, which brought her a couple inches taller than Caitlyn's own six-foot frame.

"Miss Rivers! How long have you and Miss Kiramman been coupled?"

"Miss Rivers! I'm with the Piltover Times. Can you please state your official relationship with Miss Kiramman on record?"

A grin grew across the blonde's features as reporters shouted out questions regarding her date rather than her blockbuster movie. "Darling, looks like you've stolen my show." She teased with the corner of her lips as she tilted her head and flashed the crowd her, quite literally, award winning smile.

The hand at her hip tightening marginally beneath the skintight red gown that was absolutely sinful, just toeing the line of indecent. "Nonsense. I assure you, all eyes are on you tonight. You look absolutely ravishing. They'd be insane to look anywhere but at you."

"Flatterer." The blonde actress quipped, but felt her stomach flutter at the compliment, allowing Caitlyn to gently guide her further down the carpet, stopping to pose every now and again, ignoring the wild speculations the reporters were pelting them with. All other interests regarding the cast or the movie itself has taken a back seat to the latest development that quite frankly, had taken everyone off guard. Caitlyn Kiramman, for all they knew, did not have relationships. And if she did, she certainly did not flaunt them.

They were nearing the entrance of the building when one last reporter shouted "Miss Kiramman, over here please! Is Lola Conners aware of this development? Sources say you were caught in a lip lock with the supermodel just hours after your race win securing your world championship title in your very first year with Hextech Petronas! I assume congratulations are in order." The reporter smirked behind the multiple flashes, leaving the last statement vague enough to question what exactly he had been congratulating Caitlyn on.

The actress was no stranger to the rumors surrounding the Kiramman heir, star driver of famed Hextech Petronas who had been making waves all season long with win after hard-earned win. She had heard the hushed speculations and gossip within her celebrity circle that the young Kiramman often left a string of broken hearts in her path. She had known of Caitlyn's womanizer reputation, often claiming her career was at the forefront to deal with long term relationships, even when she had asked her agent to reach out to Caitlyn's own people to set up an innocent coffee date months ago, the timing suspiciously close to the last race and cover story "lip lock" with said model.

A foreign sensation fell over the actress as she noticed the reddening of Caitlyn's ears from the corner of her eye. Besides the reddened ear that only she had seemed to notice, Caitlyn appeared valiantly composed despite the onslaught of personal questions. Not just a lip lock it seems, the actress thought resentfully, despite knowing that the aforementioned lip lock happened far before they established a relationship.

Very vaguely she realized it was jealousy she was feeling, something she wasn't used to feeling as she had everything at her fingertips. Money, cars, fame and currently it was Caitlyn's arms she was wrapped around for the world to see. Even she knew that was a big step for the world champion driver.

Ignoring the press around her, the actress tilted her head slightly to meet expressive blue eyes. They held a look of questioning but as the actress hesitated, Caitlyn seemed to understand the actress's silent question and pulled her in closer by the hips. Soft lips brushed against her cheek in comfort and the actress heard the frenzied clicking as cameras went off wildly around them. She could only imagine the headlines that would follow tomorrow morning but she didn't care as she embraced the claiming kiss on her cheek.

Later that night

"Jealous, were you darling?" Caitlyn teased which quickly morphed into a long low moan as the actress above her sunk heavily down onto her cock.

Ignoring the jest, the actress continued her rise and fall, chasing her release that she was just on the cusp on. She could feel it. She was right there. Her inner walls quivered, spilling wave after wave of slick down the hardness within her and across Caitlyn's thighs. The wet echoes of their joining was just downright dirty. She whined pitifully as she sunk down once more, her legs weakened but unable to surrender to her release, the girth within her much too thick for her to fully contract against.

They had barely made it past the threshold of the hotel room before the actress was jerking the clothes off of Caitlyn in hasty desperate movements, instantly molding herself along the athletic frame of the world champion driver and caputuring her lips in a passionate lock. Now this was a lip lock worthy of headlines, she had thought absentmindedly.

She had already come once, right there against the door with deft fingers working her over. Another as they relocated to the california king sized bed where Caitlyn had ate her out like a woman starved until she spilled into her awaiting mouth. And now she had taken charge, flipping Caitlyn onto her back before mounting her erect cock. The Hextech driver wielded a length that suited her tall frame with a deceptively thick girth that betrayed the driver's leanness which had surprised her the first time they had fell into bed. How the driver managed to hide all that within her racing suit was a world wonder.

She paused, leaning forward to rest her hands against defined collarbones, twisting and grinding against the rock hard member within her. The actress whimpered distressingly, still unable to finish and Caitlyn, ever the consummate lover, noticed immediately and rose to wrap the actress in her arms. "Here. Allow me." Caitlyn whispered before twisting to reposition the actress carefully beneath her.

Hooking her arms beneath the actress's long lean legs, she settled them upon her sturdy shoulders as she lifted the actress's hips just slightly off the bed, meticulously adjusting the pliable body - as if it were putty in her hands - to a position which she knew would be infinitely pleasant for the blonde.

Already the actress could feel Caitlyn pressing deeper and against the spongy spot within her warm depths. "Relax, let me do the work." Caitlyn instructed before her hips took off, catching the actress off guard.

"Fuuuuuuck!" The actress moaned long and loud from the unrelenting battering against her sensitive g-spot that past lovers and even toys had a hard time finding. Caitlyn didn't seem to have a problem though. She pushed against it like a woman possessed.

Her mind went blank, ears ringing as all senses focused on her pussy and the most pleasurable ravishing it was receiving. Her hands twisted in the sheets beneath her, head tilted back and back arched as she received the fucking of a lifetime. "Harder! Fuck me harder!" She screamed, uncaring if the occupants in the hotel room next door, or fuck, if the whole building, could hear.

Ignoring the burning muscles of her abs, Caitlyn continued her onslaught, hands gripping slim hips tightly as she pulled the woman closer, hilting deeper than ever and eliciting a cry of pleasure that bounced off the walls.

"Yes, yes, YES!" The actress cried out, her body shaking as her pussy tightened and swallowed the long, girthy cock selfishly.

"That's it." Caitlyn panted, leaning over to hover over the actress, hips driving hard and deep, just railing the blonde into the bed. "Let it go darling. Cum for me. I want to feel you cum around my cock."

The low raspy voice and the pistoning cock was her undoing. "I'M CUMMING!" the actress screamed, her pussy finally, finally reaching the edge and diving headlong over it.

Letting out a grunt, Caitlyn gritted her teeth and forced herself to hold on, feeling the wet walls close so tight around her cock she was so sure she was going to release as well. Thrusting gingerly, Caitlyn rocked slowly into the blonde, prolonging the actress's much needed orgasm.

When the twitching of the pussy she was seated fully within finally resided, Caitlyn carefully withdrew, watching as the actress's fluids rush out now that she was no longer plugged by her fat dick. Groaning at the picture perfect pussy, Caitlyn ripped off the condom and jerked herself once, twice, three times before erupting across the blonde's stomach and chest, painting the round firm breasts with her white milky cum.

Despite the tiredness that settled in her bones after that intense fucking, the actress rested a hand on Caitlyn's sharp jawline. "Come here." She requested softly, voice hoarse from all the screaming.

Carefully, Caitlyn removed the legs from her shoulders, laying them on the bed with a gentle pat before shuffling up along the long lean body until her slowly leaking cock was hovering just over the red lip-sticked lips, glossy and perfect still from the red carpet event.

Unable to help herself, Caitlyn rubbed her cock against those perfect lips, dick twitching as she ruined the carefully applied lipstick, watching it smudge against the flared head of her cock to re-apply a layer of pearly white cum instead.

The blonde's tongue darted out, capturing as much cum as she could as she licked at the leaking head until a renewed heat simmering low in her belly rushed through her body. On the next lazy thrust, she tilted her head just enough to seize the blunt head inside her mouth.

"Oh fuck, darling!" Caitlyn grunted out, pushing herself past the ruby red lips until she hit the back of the blonde's throat, pulling back halfway out as the actress slightly gagged at her length. "Shit. I'm sorry." Caitlyn apologized, gently caressing the actress's cheek and inadvertently feeling the outline of her bulge on the other side.

Her cock twitched at the feeling and she felt pre-cum or maybe it was still cum from her last release, leak into the hot wet mouth. The actress immediately swallowed and leaned back to look Caitlyn square in the eye.

"Fuck. I don't care if I gag or choke on your big cock. Just use me!"

Blue eyes flashed with heat and desire, long fingers twisting to grasp a handful of blonde locks before she was thrusting deeply once more into the cavern of the actress's mouth. Her full, large balls slapped against the blonde's chin with every plunge. The moaning, the gurgling, the wet balls slapping against skin, the occasional gagging was down right indecent. And now, the rhythmic thumping of the headboard knocking against the wall joined the cacophony of sex noises that filled the room as Caitlyn's free hand clamped down tightly on the headboard.

Neither woman seemed to be currently aware of the ruckus they were causing but the next morning when the front receptionist was red in the face and unable to look them in the eye as they checked-out, only than did they realize just how fucking loud they were. A wave of embarrassment rushed over them as they politely bartered for the young woman's silence. It was easy enough, a couple photos, signed autographs and a promise to be more...considerate to other guests the next time they checked-in. The two couldn't leave the hotel fast enough.

"I'm close." Caitlyn growled out, her hips churning, taking the actress's claim to use her to heart.

Long, crescent, perfectly manicured fingernails dug into her ass, forcing the cock to seat deep within the blonde's mouth and Caitlyn unloaded once more with a roar, her dick twitching wildly as she shot wave after wave of cum down the actress's throat. It was so much that it began to leak out from the corner of the ruby lips, not to denounce the actress's gallant attempt to swallow every drop. Caitlyn withdrew, finishing off the last few spurts upon the blonde's face.

"Fuck." Caitlyn heaved, dropping to lie down next to the actress, who was pulling in air just as much as Caitlyn, if not more. "Jealousy looks good on you."

TBC

Previously:

She's a Lady Killer - Pt. 2

F1 Caitlyn Headcanon:

https://www.tumblr.com/stebeans/769238244811505664/arcane-f1au-my-headcanon?source=share

Caitlyn's F1 Interview :

https://www.tumblr.com/stebeans/770436973830848512/arcane-f1au?source=share

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That's not an Action Figure

Not used to doing DC characters but i decided to go for it. Here's a tiny Tim (Robin) getting found by Dick (Nightwing) during his investigating. For @rosesilvermoon

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