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[otrtbs]

3k words of straight smut have been written today and i've hit a roadblock just me n the doc having a stare down of despair

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

A Bumpy Ride Part 2 -Oneshot

WARNING: Basically 3694 words of pure smut. Gird your loins.

Part 1

Bucky suddenly hoisted Y/N over his shoulder and jumped down the last two flights of stairs.  Y/N screamed, her arms around his waist to try and save herself.  Of course he wouldn’t drop her, his movements quick and lithe.  He slapped her ass hard and she whimpered as he wrenched the door open to the personal floors.  No one was around yet so he barrelled through the hallway and slammed his bedroom door, locking it for good measure.

“Friday, no visitors,” he barked up to the ceiling.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes,” she answered.

He turned to his bed and dumped Y/N onto it.  She landed with a huff, looking up at him with wide eyes, her breathing heavy as her desire pooled in the pit of her stomach.  “Do you have any idea,” he paused, pulling her by the ankle to the edge of the bed, “how badly I want you?”  He started roughly pulling off her pants, moaning at the sight of her plushy thighs.  “How much I’ve been dreaming of you since that day?”  He ripped her panties off, making her yelp in surprise, then shoved her shirt up her torso and over her head, flinging it into a corner of his room.  He ripped her sports bra in half, leaving fabric tatters hanging from her shoulders.  Y/N was panting, her anticipation getting the best of her.  “God, look at you,” he murmured, his hands immediately exploring her curves the moment she was naked in front of him.  “Got me so hard every time I see you.  Do you know how much I’ve fucked my own fist in the last three weeks just thinking about you?”

Y/N shook her head.  “How much?” she dared ask.

He smirked.  “Funny thing about the super soldier serum,” he huffed a laugh, “it amps everything up by 100.  So when I cum, it’s not just a few seconds like most men.  I keep cumming.”  He quickly stripped himself in front of her, and when he slipped his boxers off she gasped at the sight of his cock.  It stood long and proud, slapping against his stomach when released, his balls looking heavy.  “I meant it when I said you’ll be dripping me for days,” he said darkly, then crawled over her.

“Oh my god,” Y/N whined as his body hovered over her, all broad plains of muscle, scars and metal.  His dog tags hung between them, tickling at her breasts.  “Buck, I…please be gentle,” she said quietly, genuinely worried he wouldn’t fit.

“I will, baby,” he smiled at her.  “You’re gonna make yourself feel good first, remember?”

Y/N nodded, then Bucky dipped his head and finally kissed her.  It was like a switch flipped, and she couldn’t stop herself as she heaved a heavy breath and kissed him back frantically.  It was all tongue, teeth and spit, the lewdness of it making her hips buck up against him.  He groaned as his cock slipped between her dripping slit, humping her back as his hands slipped over every inch of skin he could reach.  The metal hand was both soothing and electrifying, sending tingly shivers down her spine.  Bucky suddenly flipped them both over so she was on top of him, straddling his hips.  His hands gripped her hips, squeezing them before he broke the kiss.  “Grind on my cock, Y/N,” he said.  “Make yourself cum on me.”

Y/N pulled herself up, her hands on his chest for leverage, and looked down between them.  His cock was nestled between her pussy lips already, pressed between her and his stomach.  He was hard, and if she wasn’t mistaken, pulsing underneath her.  She gave her hips an experimental thrust forward and shuddered at the feeling of the tip of his cock rubbing against her clit.  “That’s it, baby,” he whispered, watching her in awe.  “Use me.  Use me to feel good.”

She huffed a silent laugh, not quite believing this was all actually happening, then swiveled her hips again.  She found a rhythm that she liked and was comfortable with, thrusting back and forth, rolling her hips, her body leaning back with her arms against his thighs then moving back to hover over him again.  She was playing him like an instrument, finding her groove for what made her whimper and moan best.  Bucky watched her the entire time, his eyes fluttering every now and then, but seemingly determined to not miss a second of it.  

Y/N felt the pressure building up in her core, her pussy throbbing as her clit was flicked by the tip repeatedly.  “Bucky…” she whined.  “I’m so close.”

“Yes,” he hissed.  “What do you need, baby?”

She reached her hand down to his metal hand and pulled it up to her breast.  He immediately cupped her breast, massaging it with his hand and then pinching her nipple between his fingers, rubbing the sting away with his thumb.  She gasped at the added stimulation, her hips moving faster and bearing down firmly on his hips.  “Yes, oh yes!  Fuck!” Y/N’s fingers scratched against his chest.

“Shit, yeah, cum baby.  Cum all over my cock!” Bucky said, his other hand coming up to pinch her other nipple.  His hips bucked up into her just as she grinded on her clit, and she came with a shout, her entire body shaking as her eyes shut tight, her mouth falling open and her head falling back.  Bucky moaned loudly beneath her, his hands tightening around her breasts and his hips squirming.  “Holy fuck, yes,” he groaned.  “You look so pretty, baby.”

Once the pleasure started to ebb away Y/N opened her eyes and looked down at him, a light sheen of sweat on her forehead.  “Damn,” she swore.  She looked between them and saw his hips covered in liquid.  “Oh, I’m sor–”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Bucky scolded her.  He turned them both back over so she was laying on her back again.  He rutted his hips against her core and she gasped.  “I love being covered in your cum,” he said, shifting himself down the bed until his face was level with her pussy.  “My turn,” he smirked, maneuvering her legs so her thighs were over his shoulders, then diving in to taste her.

Y/N yelped at the intrusion of his tongue, her hips trying to twist away at the overwhelming sensation.  His hands firmly held her thighs, refusing to let her move.  He moaned and groaned loudly as he licked at her slit, taking his time as he became acquainted with her most vulnerable parts.  It was like he was making out with her pussy, kissing and licking it languidly.  She was already so close again after cumming already, and she reached her hands down and gripped his hair.

Bucky grunted, his nose huffing hot air against her clit.  “Fuck yeah, pull my hair, baby,” he mumbled against her.  “Fuck my face.”

Y/N panted as she gyrated her hips against his face, her hands in his hair keeping him where she wanted.  He stuck his tongue out and let her ride him, his eyes watching her with mischievous glee.  After a minute of that he quickly surged forward and sucked on her clit hard, then flicked it fast with the tip of his tongue as his hands kneaded her thighs.  She came again without warning, humming deep in her chest as her hips and legs shook.  

Bucky whimpered, his own hum reverberating in her pussy as he licked up all he could.  “Yes baby, fuck, tastes so good,” he moaned, his hand moving to her clit and flicking it to prolong her orgasm.  Y/N’s hips bucked to get away but he held her down.  “Uh-uh, let it be,” he said lowly.  “That’s only the first way I’m gonna make you cum, this is the second.”  He manhandled her like a rag doll until she was positioned above his face, her hands gripping the headboard of his bed for dear life as he ate her out again, his finger continuously rubbing and flicking her clit.  She came again within a minute, the overstimulation making her ache inside.  He lapped up her cum as she finished, swallowing loudly as she dripped down his chin.  “Good girl,” he said before moving her to lay back again.

He finally plunged two fingers into her and her mouth dropped open in a silent scream.  The tips of his fingers prodded inside her pussy, searching for her special spot as he fucked her with them.  When her head wrenched back again he knew he found it and smiled proudly, his tongue poking out to lick his lips.  His metal thumb went to her clit and rubbed it slowly as he added a third finger, thrusting them in and out of her at a slow and steady pace.

“Bucky, I…ohmygod,” Y/N gasped.  “I can’t, please, it’s too much.”

“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” Bucky praised her.  “Just give me another one, huh?  Yeah?  Be a good girl and give me your cum.  I’ll fuck you soon, I promise.”

His hand in her pussy sped up, fucking her fast as his metal thumb rubbed harder over her clit.  Y/N stiffened, cumming for the fourth time as her pussy squeezed his fingers, finding a little relief at the fill of something inside her.  

“That’s it, you did so well, good girl,” Bucky praised her again, his fingers continuously massaging her inside.  “Your pussy loves me, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” Y/N nodded lazily, her mind increasingly becoming fuzzy.

He leaned down and kissed her again.  Y/N tried to kiss him back as fervently as he was kissing her, but found it hard with how overstimulated she was.  “Have you ever had your ass played with, baby?” he mumbled against her lips.

“Only once,” Y/N breathed.

“Did you like it?” he smirked.

“Y-yeah,” she replied, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Dirty girl,” he laughed.  He pulled his fingers out of her with a squelch, then teased her asshole with them.  Y/N shivered at the contact.  “Ooh you’re tight,” he frowned.  “Just my fingers, okay?  I don’t think I’ll be fucking you in the ass anytime soon.”  Y/N pouted at that and he laughed again.  “Aw, you want me to fuck you in the ass?”  She bit her lip, peering up at him pleadingly.  “Fuck, you look so hot, begging me with your eyes like that,” he groaned.  “We’ll work you up to it next time.”

Y/N’s heart soared at the prospect of there being a next time.  Bucky sat back up straight, pulling her hips up until her ass was resting on chest, her upper back and shoulders hunched and her legs up in the air as he held her almost upside down on the bed.  Her hands gripped his biceps as he leaned his head down and started eating her ass out.  “Such a pretty ass,” he mumbled, licking her hole insistently.  He dipped the tip of his tongue into her as much as he could, swirling it around her rim, then kissing and sucking at it.  He pulled back and positioned her back onto the bed, then flipped her on her stomach before pulling her hips up so she rested on her knees, her ass high in the air.  He spit on her hole, and she moaned loudly.  “Dirty girl,” he repeated.  “You and I are gonna have lots of fun.”

His fingers returned to her ass, carefully and slowly working his pointer finger in first.  Y/N’s hips squirmed as his first finger fucked her ass, then once she seemed to relax and spread a little more he inserted his second finger.  Y/N hadn’t done this in a long time, and her eyes rolled as the fill flooded her senses.  Bucky picked up the pace, his metal hand slapping her left ass cheek.  She yelped, her head thrashing against the bed.  “You think you can cum from this, baby?” He teased her.  “This pretty ass getting fucked by my fingers?  Such a big, juicy, jiggly ass,” he said from what sounded like gritted teeth.  His metal hand slapped her right ass cheek harder and her pussy throbbed, her ass tightening around his fingers.  “Oh, you like getting spanked, huh?” he chuckled.  “Tryna make me fall in love with you, Y/N?”

She whimpered at that.  First the talk of breeding her, and now falling in love with her?  It was all too much, and she started to cry.  Bucky’s metal fingers went under her pussy and started flicking at her clit again, his metal thumb inserting into her pussy and holding her there.  His fingers in her ass found the right spot that had her coming undone for the fifth time.  Her knees gave out as she face planted on the bed, her body convulsing harder than the last time as her entire core felt like it was on fire.  Her scream was muffled by the bed, her throat sore and raw from how much she had been crying out.

“Such a good girl,” Bucky said behind her.  He slowly pulled his hands away from her aching holes, massaging the sting left from his metal hand slapping her ass cheeks.  “I’m sorry, I’m marking you up so bad,” he said, not sounding the least bit sorry.  He turned her over to her back again and shuffled in between her legs, hoisting her thighs over his hips as he gripped his cock and ran the tip through her pussy lips, gathering her leftover cum and using it to lube himself up.  “Do you think you can give me one more as I fuck you, Y/N?”

He squeezed her thigh to ground her back to the present.  She opened her tear-soaked eyes, blearily looking up at him.  She nodded and he shook his head.  “Words, baby,” he instructed.  “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Y/N sighed heavily.  There was nothing more in the world that she wanted right here and now than to be filled with his cock.  “Please fuck me, honey,” she begged, her voice sounding raspy and tired.  “Please breed me.  I’ll try to cum again for you, I promise.  Please?”

He let out a puff of air like she had sucked the wind out of his lungs, his face morphing into a look of pure desire.  His blue eyes were almost completely engulfed by his pupils dilating, his need for her pulsing between her legs.  “You’re so pretty when you beg,” he smirked dangerously.  “All spread out for me like this,” his fingers skimmed her thighs, tickling up to the crease between her legs and her pussy.  “Goddess,” he whispered, looking at her face like she hung the moon herself.  

Bucky aimed his cock at her entrance and slowly began to thrust in.  Y/N sucked in a sharp breath at the intrusion, trying to relax her body to let him in.  His fingers had prepared her for the girth of him, but the stretch as he went deeper and deeper had her tensing.  “Breath, baby,” he said, leaning over her.  He kissed her again, but this one was more tender, passionate and soft.  It helped relax her, and he slid all the way in, letting her adjust to him as he dug his flesh hand under her neck to make her head move where he wanted as he angled his head to deepen the kiss even further.  

Y/N’s arms wrapped around his back under his arms, her nails scratching his upper back as her pussy fluttered around him.  She had never felt so full before.  He was reaching areas so deep inside she didn’t realize were possible, making her teeter on the precipice of another orgasm already.  “Fucking hell,” she mumbled against his cheek when he moved from her mouth to the side of her face, licking her tears away.  “Bucky, you feel amazing.  Holy shit!  How do you feel this good?”  

He chuckled in her ear before nibbling on her earlobe.  “Big words coming from the best pussy I’ve ever felt,” he said.  “Perfect, chubby pussy, swallowing me whole.  Made just for me, wasn’t it?”

He experimentally rutted into her, and she tightened her legs around his hips.  “Yes!” she hissed, a thrilling rush of adrenaline shooting up her spine.  

“Weeping for me, isn’t it?” he teased, pulling back and thrusting into her slowly with a roll of his hips just to prove how wet she was, a sloppy squishy sound coming from between them.  “My pussy,” he growled.

“Your pussy,” Y/N agreed, her head frantically nodding.  Her arms tightened around him as his hips sped up.  It felt like he was everywhere, his entire body enveloping her, his fingers fisting her hair as his metal hand felt her up everywhere else it could reach, settling on her right thigh and gripping it hard.  

“This is your cock,” he said, his panting breaths and low face resounding in her ear.  “I wanna be in you everyday.”

“Everyday,” she repeated, her hands slipping back over his chest and up into his hair, keeping his face near hers.  His cock dragged through her deliciously as he angled his hips slightly differently and hit that spot inside again, the head of his cock rubbing it perfectly.  “Perfect cock, honey.  I need it.”

Bucky shivered hard, nuzzling his face all over her face and kissing away more tears she was unaware had fallen.  “You’re mine, you hear me?” he declared, his metal hand replacing his flesh one behind her neck while his flesh arm dug underneath her back, holding her close against him so her breasts pushed up into his chest.  “Only mine.  Gonna fuck a baby into you.”

“Mmmh!” she whimpered, her pussy fluttering harder around him, making his pace stutter for a moment.  

“Then you’ll be mine forever, won’t you?” he huffed against her face.  “Gonna breed you over and over again.  You’ll always feel me dripping down your legs.  How does that sound, baby?”

“I’m already yours,” Y/N said, more serious than before.  “Baby or no baby.  I wanna be yours so bad, Bucky, it hurts.  Please claim me.”  He pulled back just enough to look at her better, seeing if she was serious.  “Cum inside me.  Date me.  Marry me.  Breed me.  I don’t care.  Just be mine.  I’m already and will always be yours.”

“Fuck!” he cried out, then kissed her hard.  His hold on her tightened impossibly further and his hips started to thrust with inhuman speed, the snap of his hips making an echoing noise in his room.  “I’m yours, baby.  Yours, Y/N.  All yours,” he said, his voice raising as continual whimpers fell from deep in his throat.  

Y/N’s fingers pulled his hair, making him shudder above her again.  “I’m…I’m cumming,” she whispered in warning, the pressure building impossibly higher than all the other times.  “Oh my god!”

“Cum, Y/N, cum all over my cock, one more time baby please!” Bucky begged against her lips.  He plunged his tongue into her mouth, and she sucked his tongue then bit his lower lip and sucked on it.  “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

Y/N felt it all build up, like every nerve in her body was alight, then she screamed into his mouth as she came.  Her entire body went limp from overstimulation, having never cum that many times before, her pussy like a vice around Bucky’s cock as every part of her shook underneath him.  Bucky groaned loudly, fucking her hard, fast and deep until he yelled as he came, continuing to thrust into her as she milked him of all he had.

He wasn’t wrong, Y/N realized, as she felt his hot cum fill her up then seep from between them and soak the bed.  When he came he came a lot, and he moaned into the crook of her neck as he pumped her full until she overflowed.  She was still limp, unable to move from how fucked out she was, and her head lolled to rest on his cheek.  “Such a mess, honey,” she said, her voice shot from how much she had been screaming.  “But you breed me so good.”

Bucky hummed, his hips rutting into her as he finally finished after another minute.  They lay together for a while, letting their breathing get back to normal before he lifted his head and kissed back up to her mouth.  He gave her another deep kiss before pulling his arm from under her back and leaning on his elbow.  “You did so well, baby,” he praised her.  “My goddess.  You came, what, six times?”  Y/N smiled, her eyes hooded with how tired she was.  “Look how beautiful you are,” he smiled at her, nuzzling her nose with his nose again.  “Properly fucked.”

She giggled, finding the strength to lift her hands back up to his face, scratching at his beard as she cupped his cheeks.  “I don’t think I’ve ever been so properly fucked before,” she mumbled.

His smile widened proudly, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint.  “Better get used to it,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose.  “Because I meant every word.  You’re mine.  I’m yours.  And I’m gonna do my best to be inside you every day.”

Y/N huffed a laugh.  “Well then we’re gonna have to invest in waterproof bedding.”

He laughed, hiding his face against her chest in embarrassment as she laughed with him.  “So mean,” he groaned.  “Making fun of me.”

“You’re a big boy, you can handle it,” Y/N said.  Bucky slowly raised his head, his eyes wide and his mouth agape.  Y/N could feel his cock hardening inside her and her eyes widened.  “Buck…I need a minute.”

He hauled her up and off the bed, and she squeaked as she wrapped her arms and legs around him while he walked to the bathroom and into his shower.  “You’re a big girl, you can handle it.”

[plazmafields]

Some thoughts about Kerry:

Spoilers ahead, needless to say.

1)

I saw a video comparing the two versions if Chippin' In (Kerry's vs. Johnny's) where someone in the comments suggested the reason Kerry leaned more mainstream rock is because he only wanted to make music for money. I completely disagree with this and here's why:

User Friendly was the last song Kerry put out before deciding he wasn't going to perform live/tour anymore and went into a deep depression. Looking up the lyrics, you can see he was becoming very distressed with the lack of control he had over his career, and the things he says in the song sound like a cry for help that wasn't received by listeners the way he had hoped. We never hear his version of the song, and I believe that is intentional. Vapid, loud, chaotic, almost over-stimulating laser-pop is such a huge juxtaposition to the lyrics, and yet it's the only version we get to hear. Clearly User Friendly meant a lot to him or I don't think he would have reacted the way he did; combined with the cover being done by a pop group groomed by the music industry to sell as many albums as possible, it all went against Kerry's original intent with the song. Then there's the story of how he wrote Bleed the Beat: he was working his ass off for people he couldn't stand and that song was his outlet during that time. He'd play until his fingers bled just to get his frustrations out. Music is his medium for release, just like it was for Johnny.

In Johnny's version of Chippin' In, the phrase "chipping in" has two meanings: getting your first implants, and, the same as our universe, helping out. Johnny's song uses both meanings interchangeably during the choruses, the verse before it dictating which definition is being used. Johnny's arm is (from what I can tell looking at the design) military issue. The song is both about the corpo military forcing him to get an implant, and also about believing he was doing the right thing when he joined by "helping out" the armed forces. Since, in this universe, militaries are owned and/or sponsored by corporations, Johnny views corporate jobs and military service to be the same level of morally wrong (The Ballad of Buck Ravers attests to this).

In terms of how the two songs compare, obviously Kerry's version of Chippin' In is meant to have more wide appeal. Not only are the lyrics more tame, mostly just talking about the implants themselves and only having one verse that even mentions anything "political", but I believe Kerry understood that the best way to get his music to the most listeners was to go for a more mainstream sound and universally relatable lyrics, so he toned it down. Everyone hates corpos, sure, but not everyone wants to bomb Araska HQ. This is probably a stretch, but we can see from the flashbacks that Kerry didn't have any implants during his time in Samurai, so maybe Johnny was like super opposed to implants after having one forced upon him, and Kerry's version of the song is kind of saying "hey if you want implants get implants, they make you look cool don't feel bad about it."

2)

I do support the idea that Kerry should have been bisexual like in the source material. I absolutely get that bi erasure is a big problem, ESPECIALLY with male characters. However, I respect that in the game you can only romance him with a masc V; I'm not going to mod him to he bi, I'm not gonna ship him with women. I see it the same way I see Cullen from DAI: he is canonically bisexual, just not attracted to my male Inquisitor (in Kerry's case, fem V). Maybe Kerry had such a traumatic divorce from his ex-wife that women just kinda scare him right now. We can see high heels and bras and blush littering his house, so we can assume that at the very least women are still getting naked for some reason or another at his parties. Maybe he prefers men romantically, or maybe he's just not ready to date women again, and we as players should respect that just like we would a real person.

3)

Kerry was 100% going to kill himself when you show up to his house. There are shards advertising robotic security systems in numerous places around his house (meaning he fired his human body guards), shards with negative reviews of his last album, there is only one camera and it is by the front gate (none inside the house), he gave his cleaner and cook "the day off" that very day, you see in emails that his ex-wife is giving him the option of all or nothing with custody (you take the kids or you don't get to see them), and he isn't enjoying making music anymore, his one passion in life. He had a gun with him in the bathroom, and I believe by the way his speech slurs and he makes the impulsive decision to get Samurai back together, that he is drunk for that entire scene and has a drinking problem. It is my opinion that the reason he doesn't reveal any of that to V is because he knows Johnny will hear it and judge him, call him weak, or make insensitive jokes like he does to V when he gives you the quest. The only time we see Kerry be somewhat vulnerable is 1. Over text when talking about the crazed fan, since he probably thinks Johnny can't see those (I believe he can) and 2. In the epilogue when Johnny has been removed from V's head (Kerry says he doesn't want to lose V, and during the credits he tells V he just wants their lives to be less hectic so they can spend more time together).

4)

It took me a couple playthroughs to warm up to Kerry, Panam is probably still my favorite romance, but I think Kerry might be the best romance option for a Skreetkid V. He perfectly embodies the plights of Night City at every income bracket: no matter where you are on the food chain, if you're not at the top, you're getting fucked over. He clearly likes living in comfort while still embracing his rebellious side from his youth. But now, he has the cushion of money and status to save him if things go tits up (when you get a wanted level in Westbrook district, close to North Oak, the officer on the police scanner says "I swear, if its Eurodyne again" suggesting that he is very reckless but hardly ever faces real consequences). Maybe he stays in his gilded cage because he fears facing real hardship on his own, without friends, without a support group, without Johnny. He has a strong sense of pride, though, and would never admit to needing Johnny, even if they were best friends. The way Kerry wants to show Johnny a riff he's been working on after the concert, only to be disappointed when V takes over again, I think it really shows that as much as they disagreed, their friendship held the band together.

5)

I don't remember if Johnny hints at it or I saw someone suggest this on here, but the idea that Kerry only "dates" V because Johnny is in his head is ridiculous to me. The first time he called you to deal with the Us Cracks tour gear, he wanted Johnny. Every time after that, he wanted V. He definitely realizes which of the two is helping him; he can tell them apart. The Johnny that Kerry remembers wouldn't have done a selfless thing in his life, lest risking his pride and reputation as Night City's biggest fuckboy. Whether you really schmooze him up or tell him he's going overboard, Kerry appreciates that you helped him. And I think after the concert, when he hands V his gun, Kerry's body language suggests that he wasn't planning to give the gun to Johnny, he thought about it because V was back in control. V helped get the band back together, V helped decide if Denny or Henry should play the gig, V was the one who brought Johnny to Kerry's house. Johnny won't take over to do it himself despite probably being able to. I only wish you didn't meet him so late in the main story, so that his story could have more time and space to breathe.

[geekthefreakout]

An Empirical Study of Sex and Efforts by A.Z. Fell (Annotations by A. J. Crowley): Part 1

Rating: Mature. If you're underage, I can't stop you from reading this but like... you shouldn't. Please don't interact with me about it.

Sex, as it happened, was nearly as awkward as actually speaking about feelings was, to Crowley's consternated surprise.

He'd thought that once he and Aziraphale had gotten all the blasted talking out of the way AND had saved the Earth a second time, it would all be easy. Tickety-boo, even.

The kissing had been alright- tremendously so, in fact, once they were both actively participating rather than one desperately begging the other not to leave. Also once they'd worked out the angle and force required to avoid painful clashing of teeth. It had seemed to Crowley that sex would follow- this was how most humans did things, and they both tended to enjoy the human experience.

Only- neither of them quite knew what to do. Aziraphale had thought that Crowley would have experience, what with being a demon and all. Only Crowley'd never been given to *that* sort of temptation. Meanwhile, Crowley had assumed Aziraphale would know what to do. Between the two of them, he was the hedonist, and what the heaven had he been doing in all those "gentleman's clubs" if not this??

(This line of inquiry had led to a long explanation of the history of the gavotte, interspersed with cheerful exclamations of "Never assume, dear! It makes an ass out of you and me!" Crowley had screamed venom into Aziraphale's favorite throw pillow in despair.)

Even so, Crowley had been certain they could figure it out. Aziraphale had shelves of books on the subject, and Crowley, though he lacked personal experience, certainly knew what "sexy" was. Or at the very least, he knew what it wasn't.

Sexy wasn't, he decided, standing buck naked in the cool air of Aziraphale's seldom-used bedroom, staring at themselves in the mirror while debating what sort of Effort they should make. But here they were.

"The trouble is, I'm not sure what I would like best." Aziraphale was saying thoughtfully, stroking his chin. "Anything you choose to manifest, my dear, will be lovely. But there are so many possibilities! So much variety! How does one decide?"

"Humans are usually stuck with the Effort they're born with." Crowley offered, having thrown himself dramatically onto the bed once he realized Aziraphale wasn't going to just pick something without proper discourse.

"Not all of them, though." Aziraphale fretted. "Nowadays they can switch with a surgery to what suits them better. And they enhance what they do have! I've received several emails offering to lengthen my--"

"Don't click on those, angel." Crowley groaned. He had invented the "grow your penis" spam email back in the 90s, and thought himself quite clever for it. "It's all rubbish."

"Well, even so. There are shapes which are more desirable. Combinations that work better. Variety in depth, length, hair, texture, function...." Aziraphale's hands went to his hips as he narrowed his eyes at the reflection of his shapeless groin. "I want to do this right."

"'M not sure there is a right way." Crowley said after a moment. "It's all down to preference, isn't it? Like how you take your tea."

"Perhaps there is not a right way, but there is surely a wrong way. Any way that could hurt you would be wrong." The angel's brow furrowed, and Crowley could tell that he was becoming genuinely frustrated.

"You won't hurt me, angel." Crowley assured, sitting up on the bed. He reached out a hand, and Aziraphale allowed him to take one of his and draw him close. "And I won't hurt you."

"I know you won't, dearest. I just... oh, I just want this to be perfect." Aziraphale sat next to Crowley on the bed now, holding both of his hands. "I have hurt you without meaning to so many times. Now that we have this, I mean to treat it with nothing but the highest regard."

Crowley had to kiss him for that. He let his hands run through his angels feathery curls as he drew him close and kissed him, softly, softly. He drank Aziraphale in the way he drank the finest of wines, caressed his face and shoulders reverently. He let the love he felt for his angel, which he had so often kept boxed away, flow from him freely, and he received Aziraphale's love in turn.

"We've hurt each other." He said softly when they finally broke apart. "But not anymore, yeah? We're just here, being an us."

"Just us," Aziraphale said, pressing his forehead to Crowley's. "And we need to decide how to present for our first time together. First times are important, you know."

"Fine." Crowley sighed. "Look, why don't we just... try all of it? We can each have a turn with each effort. We can even have both, if you like!"

"But our first--"

"Bollocks to 'first'." Crowley said. "Why should our first time mean more than our second or third? You're still playing by the rules, angel. We have as many times as we like. We have time to figure it out."

Aziraphale twisted his lips in one way, then another, clearly stopping himself from arguing about the romance of it all. Finally, he tilted his head, conceding.

"Very well." He hopped up from the bed, oblivious to Crowley leaning in to kiss him again. "We might as well make a proper study of it."

"Study???" Crowley's serpentine eyes widened as Aziraphale made his way to his desk, pulling out a large piece of paper and a marker. "Oh, come on...."

But it was no use- Aziraphale was busily drawing a chart with the marker, his bare bum wiggling as he hummed through his work.

Crowley eventually came up behind him, wrapping his arms around his angel's beloved waist even as he rolled his eyes at the chart he'd drawn up.

"I suppose you're serious about this." Crowley mumbled, pressing a kiss to Aziraphale's pale shoulder.

"You think I'm being silly," Aziraphale pouted.

"You are. But... love when you're silly." Crowley hid his burning cheeks in Aziraphale's neck. "Least you're not listing positions out..."

"Oh, but I could!" Aziraphale said cheerfully. "I'm certain I have a copy of the Kama Sutra in the original Sanskrit- not signed by the author, but still quite original--"

Crowley groaned and squeezed his arms tighter around Aziraphale. The angel turned his head to kiss Crowley's temple.

"Perhaps another time?"

"Hngk." Crowley muttered, intent on kissing the idea out of Aziraphale's head. "I want a cunt first." Crowley declared against his angel's lips, and manifested one with a thought as Aziraphale turned to embrace him fully.

"You-- oh!" Aziraphale flushed as he found himself staring at the mound that had appeared between the demon's legs, the red scales on Crowley's belly giving way to wiry red curls. All thoughts of charts and positions flew from his mind. "I knew you'd be lovely."

"Shut up." Crowley hissed, his hands tight on Aziraphale's shoulders as the angel dipped curious fingers into the folds. "We've got a study to do. Data to gather."

"Quite right, too." Aziraphale said, and kissed him again.

[taylor-titmouse]

For the character ask prompt: 1, 15, 17, and 41 for Chique?

What’s the lie your character says most often?

"no i didn't steal this."

15. What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

chique is much more reserved at "home". they don't fit in very well or want to participate in activities, and rather than loudly complain (as they would out in the world) they prefer to quietly keep themself separate. they don't go home very often, only when they're compelled.

17. What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

most people would notice the fact that they're buck ass naked. chique notices whether the latest hickies, suction marks, and fingertip bruises are healed.

41. What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone/somewhere else?

hmmm i don't know if chique has any specific Things about the way they talk or act that i wouldn't ascribe to just them being them. but if they picked anything up it would be from lien. she's the only person they spend enough time around To pick anything up from, and it would make them so mad if they noticed or, worse, she pointed it out.

[angelasscribbles]

In Your Room Chapter 1: I Don't Like You

Series: In Your Room

Fandom: TRR

Pairings: Leo x Drake

Rating: NSFW

Warnings for this chapter: Lemons 🍋🍋🍋🍋

Song Inspiration for the series: In Your Room by The Bangles

Word Count: 1,415

A/N: I want to say this is for Day 5 (Romance) of DWAW by @drake-walker-appreciation, but this is...less than romantic lol! Imagine if these two had feelings for each other. What would it take to get them to admit it? I want to find out! This will be multiple chapters because they are both stubborn asses.

My other stuff: Master List.

Game night was not going well.

“Fuck you, Leo!”

“Fuck you, Drake!”

Both men had leaped from their seats and were inches apart, breathing heavily.

“Oh, for the love of God!” Olivia yelled, “Why don’t you just fuck each other and get it over with already?”

“What?!” Drake sounded disgusted.

So did Leo, “Ew, gross!”

Drake was home from college for the summer and his always slightly contentious relationship with Leo had hit new heights of friction. And Olivia was convinced she knew why. “The rest of us are tired of witnessing your foreplay!”

“Why would you say something like that, Liv?” Leo demanded, “I thought we were friends!”

“With friends like that…” Drake muttered under his breath.

“Come on guys,” Max cajoled, “Let’s just finish this round of Pictionary, okay?”

“Is anyone hungry?” Liam tried to redirect the conversation, “I can have the kitchen send something up.”

“Oh! Brownies!” Savannah pulled a card from the pile, “Come on guys, stop fighting!”

“New game!” Olivia announced.

“But we’re not done-“ Max started to protest.

“You and Sav are ahead so you win. Leo and I concede. I’m sure Liam and Drake do too.” She gave Liam a pointed look.

“Oh…ah…sure, you guys win.” Liam agreed.

Max exchanged a glance with Savannah then shrugged, “Okay, fine. Still undefeated!” They fist-bumped each other.

“So, what are we playing next?” Liam asked as he typed into his phone, asking the kitchen for brownies.

“Truth or dare,” Olivia replied with a grin.

“Oh, no,” Drake shook his head, “I know what you’re doing!”

“Oh, look!” Leo taunted, “Little Drakey is afraid of a game of truth or dare!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“I’m not afraid of truth or dare! I just think it’s stupid!”

“If you’re not afraid of it, prove it!” Leo taunted.

“Fine,” Drake shrugged as he retook his seat, “I’ll play and I’ll beat your ass any day of the week because you’re fucking lame!”

“Good!” Olivia clapped her hands, “I’m going first. Leo, I dare you to make out with Drake!”

“Not on your life!” Leo said emphatically.

“That’s never gonna happen!” Drake agreed.

Liam tried to intervene, “Liv, I don’t think this is appropriate-“

“It’s okay, Liam,” Max interrupted, “I think Liv makes a good point. The sexual tension between these two is off the fucking charts. This needs to happen!”

“There’s no sexual tension!” Drake denied.

“I’m not gay!” Leo protested.

“Well, I hate to bring it up,” Liam said, “But remember Cedric Vescovi?”

Leo turned several shades of red, “That….that….I was just curious!”

Drake looked up with interest, “Leo fucked Cedric?”

“No!” Leo shook his head emphatically.

“They may not have done the deed, but they were buck naked in the swimming pool, and dad-“

“Liam! That’s enough!” Leo roared.

“Huh,” Drake said thoughtfully.

“Huh? What’s huh mean?” Leo glowered at him.

“Nothing!” Drake laughed, “I just find it interesting that’s all.“

“Well, it meant nothing! It was a one-time thing!”

“It’s ok, Rys, I get it. You’re scared.” Drake said quietly.

“What?” Leo turned to face him, “No! I’m not fucking scared! You’re scared!”

“I’m not scared of you man.”

“You would back down before I would, Walker. I’m not gay. You’re gay!”

“Bisexual,” Drake corrected him, as he took to his feet again. He walked directly into Leo’s personal space and folded his arms across his chest, “And not ashamed of it. You would definitely chicken out before I would.”

The challenge had been issued.

 “I think the rest of us should….go see about those brownies!” Savannah suggested.

“Yep!” Max hopped up off the couch and headed for the door, Savannah right behind him.

“I’ll just text the kitchen that we’re on our way!” Liam followed them out.

Olivia was the last one to make it to the door as Drake and Leo stared each other down. She twisted the lock on the inside of the doorknob and smirked at them, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t boys! Which leaves you wide open!” She pulled the door shut on her way out.

Drake and Leo stood inches apart, both heart rates elevated, both breathing a little heavy. Leo swallowed, hard.

Drake licked his lips before speaking, “Time to put up or shut up, Rys.”

“Oh, fuck off, Walker!”

“Figures,” Drake scoffed, “I knew you were too chickenshit to-“

Leo grabbed two handfuls of Drake’s shirt and drug him forward, closing the distance between them. His lips crashed into Drake’s, cutting off his reply.

A struggle ensued as each man fought for dominance. Drake grabbed Leo by the hair, Leo slapped his hands away and grabbed his hair. Drake shoved Leo backward, pushing his hands off his chest, but stumbled forward with him, keeping their lips locked together.

Leo shoved Drake back, breaking the kiss, “I found one way to shut you up!”

“That’s fucking child’s play, Leo!” Drake smirked as he tugged him forward by his pants.

Leo didn’t resist as Drake pulled the zipper down and slid his hand into his underwear. His hand moved up and down Leo’s shaft, “You like that don’t you?”

Leo bit into his lip but was unable to suppress the moan that escaped him. “No,” he breathed defiantly.

“Oh yeah?” Drake taunted, “Your dick is hard.”

“Because you’re touching it!” Leo protested, “Yours would be too! Watch!”

Leo unfastened Drake’s pants and pushed his underwear down to find him already rock-hard and dripping precum. His hand wrapped around him and started pumping, “See?”

“I mean, I like having my dick touched, has nothing to do with you,” Drake countered, his breath hitching a little, “Why don’t you just admit you like it?”

“Because I don’t!” Leo gasped as Drake’s hand tightened around him.

Drake smiled at Leo’s obvious arousal, “I bet I could make you cum right now.”

“No, you couldn’t! I don’t like you like that.”

“I think you’re a fucking liar,” Drake used his free hand to pull Leo’s head forward, capturing his lips in another searing kiss.

Their tongues explored each other’s mouths as their hands kept up a steady pace. When the kiss broke, Leo leaned his forehead against Drake’s, locking eyes with him.

Their breath came in gasps as they moved closer to one another, so close their hands were touching as they jacked each other off. Drake reached out and stopped Leo’s hand, gently pushing it to the side as he wrapped his own hand around both cocks, pressing the bases together and then gliding his hand up and down.

The sensation of Drake’s hand on him and their cocks rubbing against each other at the same time was the most amazing thing Leo had ever felt in his life. He watched in fascination as Drake’s hand pressed them together while increasing the speed and intensity.

Leo’s eyes moved up to lock on Drakes. Drake’s pupils were lust blown, his breathing ragged, beads of perspiration had broken out along his forehead, and it was the sexiest thing Leo had ever seen. He cried out as his body pitched forward and he came harder than he had ever come with any woman.

Drake continued to pump his hand while staring into Leo's face as he climaxed. Then he released him and started stroking himself.

“I can help you with that,” Leo offered, replacing Drake’s hand with his own, using his own cum as lubricant.

“Leo…” Drake panted, “Fuck!” Drake exploded, spewing long, thick streams of semen onto Leo’s abdomen.

They stood perfectly still as their breathing returned to normal, then Drake took a step back, “Sorry about the mess.”

Leo shook his head as if coming out of a daze, “S’ok, there are towels in the bathroom.”

“Right.” Drake ducked into the attached bathroom and brought back two clean towels. He tossed one to Leo and used the other to clean himself up.

“Well, that just happened,” Leo observed as he caught the towel.

“I did make you cum first,” Drake smirked.

“Whatever, fuck off….” Leo turned his head so Drake wouldn’t notice the red that rose to color his cheeks.

Drake tossed the towel into the bathroom hamper before heading to the game room door. He stopped halfway out. Without looking back, he asked, “Wanna….maybe…do it again sometime?”

“Yeah, sure,” Leo said while studying the curtains on the other side of the room.

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Well, see ya later…”

“Yep.”

Drake pulled the door closed behind him, leaving Leo alone with his jumbled thoughts and suddenly undeniable emotions.

[thesandsofelsweyr]

HOLLOWED OUT

《 CH3 // FILLED BACK UP WITH HATE // PART 1 》

When Jason saw that photo of Batman and his new Robin, the thin cord of hope holding him together had snapped and he had broken into a million pieces. No one was coming for him. Not one single person on the planet cared whether he lived or died, or how much he suffered, or how loud he screamed. No one except the Clown. He was Joker’s now, and he would say or do anything to get a reprieve from the torment and the pain, even if it meant letting himself be reduced to something less than human.

《RATING》 🔞 Mature 《WORDS》 1,230 《CHAPTERS》 3/6

《CHARACTERS》 Jason Todd/Robin, Joker, Original Male Character, Bruce Wayne (mentioned), Catherine Todd (mentioned)

《TROPES》 Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Whump, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

《WARNINGS》 Dehumanization, Bathing/Washing, Master/Pet, Collars, Ownership, Brainwashing, Humiliation, Non-Consensual Touching, Torture, Mindfuck, Scars, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Loathing, Past Child Abuse, Daddy Issues, Forced Nudity, Swearing

《SERIES》 Part 4 of My Arkhamverse, Part 4 of Ruined

《NOTES》

This fic is my pride & joy! It was the first thing I published after a 5+ year hiatus, and the longest story I've ever written by far!

This fic is also dark so be aware of the tags (especially the DD:DNE tag)

My Arkhamverse canon is a mix of game canon and Arkham Knight: Genesis canon. I pick and choose what I like best 😉

If you enjoy the read please consider kudosing, commenting, and reblogging ❤️

《 ALSO ON AO3 》 (comments & kudos there are very much appreciated)

When the Clown finally put the bath brush down again it felt like all of his skin had been flayed away, leaving behind only raw, bloody meat. Whatever energy he had regained from his bowl of soup was gone now, leached from his body by that brush, and he barely had the strength to hold himself upright. Rivulets of blood, pus, soap, and watery filth trickled down his naked body. The putrid slurry collected in the grout between the shower tiles, swelling the humid air with a cherry-reeking miasma that turned his stomach and almost brought that soup screaming back up his throat. He slumped forward over his outstretched legs while he sobbed softly.

Joker stood, and Jason cowered at his feet, trembling like a kicked puppy. He still expected the man to pull out his scalpel and start carving fresh artwork into him so he was relieved when he heard the metal knob squeal again as it was turned. That relief was short-lived. Hot water splashed down like battery acid on what was left of his back. He cried out as his body bucked forward instinctively, trying to arch his poor back to safety, away from the punishing water, only to be greeted by even more pain as the shift in position tugged at all of the freshly opened wounds. He could only moan as the water beat down on him, a steady stream of misery. His bruised ass and broken tailbone ached, his shredded foot and fractured ankle throbbed, his back was a pulsing, shredded mass of agony made flesh; he was sinking once again into that quicksand of suffering that had become an all-too-familiar part of his life, like school had once been, like running had once been, like suiting up for nightly patrols had once been…

Why had he ever put on the suit? What had Gotham ever done for him? He knew the answer, and it had nothing to do with fighting crime in this shithole city. I wanted a family, a father who didn’t beat the shit out of me. I thought he wanted that too. The memory of the day Bruce took him to the courthouse to become his ward was as clear as it happened yesterday—all of the toys in the Clown’s torture chamber couldn’t take it away from him. He had tears in his eyes. Jason had cried later, too. That night, when he was alone in his new bedroom, too giddy to sleep in his new bed, in his new home, with his new family. He hadn’t experienced happiness like that since before his mom died. Now he desperately wanted to curl up inside that feeling, snug and warm and safe, like when he curled up beside his mom when he was a kid. I wish she were here. He’d failed her too, though. He should never have left her alone that day. If he’d been there he could’ve rolled her over so she didn’t choke. But instead, he’d fucked off to the library. He’d failed her like he failed at being Robin, like he failed to kill the Clown, like he failed at being the son Bruce wanted… the son Bruce would’ve saved.

When the water shut off again, the pain loosened its grip and Jason nearly collapsed against the tile in relief. He only dimly registered the return of the orderly from his errand by the reek of cigarette smoke clinging to the man’s scrubs, following him inside the small bathroom. Jason clenched his jaw, his body tensing as he tried to ignore the nicotine craving crawling beneath his skin. He stared pointedly down at the pink water swirling around the drain between his legs, not wanting to meet the mocking eyes of the orderly. He was all too aware of how fucking pathetic he looked, sitting here naked, shivering and snivelling like a whipped kid.

“Here ya go, boss,” Right said. His voice dripped with a cruel amusement that made the rejected sidekick part of Jason want to strangle the man and steal his cigarettes.

A bright burst of pain suddenly rang through his skull as the wooden bath brush cracked against the back of his head. He ducked his head between his shoulders, shrinking away from the Clown.

“Now, don’t be rude, Jason,” Joker chided smoothly in his deranged dad voice. “Tell the nice man thank you.”

Jason ground what was left of his teeth before begrudgingly grumbling, “Thanks,” to the filth-streaked shower floor.

The brush whacked the back of his head again, even harder this time. “I’ve taught you better manners than that,” Joker tsked. “Perhaps your memory needs a little jump start!”

Sharp metal prongs stabbed into the gash across his lower back, and Jason barely got out a yelp before a lightning bolt of current zapped into the raw center of that bloody furrow. Thousands of volts of white-hot agony surged through his flesh, searing every nerve along its path, branching from his lower back, up and down his spine, and out to his limbs, which jerked violently in response. His vision flashed to white as his fractured ankle cracked against the tile.

He threw back his head as a half-wheeze, half-squeal tore from his throat: “Thank you sir!”

Joker cackled in delight. “Much better!” he exclaimed with a wet slap to Jason’s lacerated back that doubled him over. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

Jason moaned in reply, getting a chuckle out of the orderly. “Whatever. I’m out.”

“Toodles!” Joker said gleefully with a dismissive wave of his hand that Jason didn’t see because his eyes were still clamped shut while he panted and reeled from the shock of that fucking prod. Of course the Clown wouldn’t miss the opportunity to use that thing while he was sitting in a puddle of bloody water, dripping wet.

Joker sprang to his feet again, shampoo and conditioner bottles in each hand. He whistled his same grating song while he squeezed out the fragrant contents high above Jason’s head, like a kid squirting mustard and ketchup onto his hot dog. The generous amount of pear and coconut scented mixture oozed off of Jason’s head and into his wounds, which reignited with fresh pain. I’m gonna smell like a damn fruit basket, he thought, grimacing from the sting, but that’s a step up from piss and shit at least.

“I should really do a better job of keeping my boy clean,” Joker muttered as he rolled up his purple pin-striped sleeves. He then jabbed both pasty-white hands into Jason’s tangled nest of greasy black hair and tried to work up a soapy lather, nearly ripping Jason’s hair out of his scalp in the process, before moving on to the comb. The comb worked no better against the knots and clumps so he tossed it over his shoulder, picked up the scissors, and gave Jason his promised haircut.

Jason sat marinating in fruity, oozy, stinging filth, letting this madman prune him like he was a garden hedge, wishing that the earth would open up and swallow him down to hell, which would be a vacation compared to this house of horrors. Twin tears crept down his scarred cheeks at the thought of what he’d let himself become. Or maybe… maybe this was who he was—who he always was. Maybe this was why Batman needed a new Robin.

[dispatchwithlove]

Hello!!! For the Sinday Sunday Ask! For my favorite fic The Boy, questions for the Shakarian couple on 🍏,🍎🍋🍌,🫐,🥝 Answer the questions you feel comfortable answering, have a good day, by the way your way of writing is very beautiful <3

Hello! Thanks for the ask, and the kind words! 1. Preference for top or bottom, sub or dom: So for top/bottom: Garrus loves both, and being bi he has extensive experience with both. Jane has less experience bc she has less experience relationship wise in general, but she gets very into pegging once they start dating. As for dom/sub, in my detective au Garrus leans dom and Jane leans sub, though they'll switch and play around. They just adore each other so much I think they both get too twitterpated while having sex to stick to any roles or plans 😁 2. Favorite type, looks, and personality wise? Garrus is attracted to Jane's strong personality, confidence, soft heart, and her ability to take charge. He's attracted to her hair, hips, and waist, and especially her delicate places that bend (ankle, wrist, neck, back) Jane is attracted to Garrus's heart, that fact that he's good at anything he tries, and his sense of humor. She's into his confident body language, seductive, pendulating hips, forearms, ass, voice...she's just really hot for him, all of him, haha. 3. Deep and slow? Hard and fast? Yes, haha. They're just horny for each other. I think they both lean more towards deep, slow, tender, but also intense and passionate. Jane leans way more into rough stuff than Garrus. In the latest chapter (6) I teased that Jane will enjoy some pain/pleasure play specifically because she finds she's really into aftercare. 4. Favorite position? Her in front, on her knees, against a wall or something else supportive (like the back of a couch) with him on his knees behind her. Or him sitting upright and her in his lap. These positions allow them to hold each other and kiss/nuzzle despite their massive height difference. (she's 5'8" and he's 7'). 5. Clothes off or on? They will take it anyway they can get it. But I think they both prefer buck fucking naked. That way they can enjoy gazing at every beautiful inch of each other. (yes they're the couple everyone rolls their eyes at) 6. Private Sexual fantasy Oh this is a hard one 😁 Well, during The Boy specifically, Garrus fantasizes most about getting Jane naked and running his tongue along sweet, sensitive spots on her body, like her ankle, wrist, and lower back. Jane fantasizes most about giving him a bj. She's a simple lady, and a giver, lol. Alright, bless anyone who read this whole thing because I rambled like a ninny. Thanks again for asking, Anon. Hope you enjoyed these answers, and take care 😊

[butternuggets-blog]

Day 1 - Fine Tuning (Dr Gamal/David Stirling)

SAS Kink Heroes; MA18+, Sounding/Tuning, Praise Kink

'What in Christ's name are you doing?!'

David nearly jumped out of his skin. Dr Gamal stormed over to where he was sitting, cock in hand, on the bed and snatched the thin metal rod away from him.

'It's called sounding,' David explained haughtily, his face flushed, clinging to as much dignity as he could scrape together while naked from the waist down. 'I overheard some soldiers talking about it in a bar in Cairo and I.. I decided to give it a go.'

'They were talking about it in a bar..' Dr Gamal fixed him with a weary glare.

'If your friends decided to jump off a bridge.. you'd be the one who started it' he rubbed a finger along the metal rod. 'Fucking Christ you were doing it dry??! You need to lube it.'

'I was going to' David muttered.

'Horseshit. Move over.'

David yanked his trousers back up over his ankles as Gamal sat down on the bed and maneuvered him backwards onto his lap.

'First thing's first,' Gamal slapped David's hand away from his crotch. 'Stop touching yourself. You want to be flaccid when you do this.'

He rubbed circles with his thumb on David's leg to keep him grounded while he leant passed him and pulled a packet of K-Y jelly out of his bag.

'Right. This is the amount of lube you need.'

Gamal rolled the rod through a handful of lubricant until the metal was dripping.

'Try and relax' he murmered, gently pressing David back against his chest with his wrist. He waited until he felt the pressure go from the younger man's shoulders, and rubbed the rest of the jelly packet on his cock, paying special attention to the tip.

'I thought you said I need to be flaccid for this' David smiled, exhaling slowly.

Gamal smiled against his neck. 'Are you ready?'

David nodded.

'Alright. You're going to feel a slight pressure now; if you feel any pain at all, tell me and we'll stop.'

'Mm-hm.'

Gamal swirled the end of the metal rod across the tip of David's cock a few times, letting him get a feel for the weight of it before gently feeding the rod into his dick.

'O-oh. Oh.' David huffed a shaky laugh.

'Is everything okay?'

'Definately. Absolutely.' David croaked.

Gamal smiled and kissed the crook of his neck. 'Good.'

He pulled the rod out a little, then pushed it in again. David flung his head back and let out a winded moan as it sunk in an extra inch.

'Fuck that's good' Gamal tried to ignore the tenting in his pants and focused on getting the rod to slide deeper. 'Good boy.'

David whined and whimpered and started trying to buck up with his hips. His hands were gripping the back of Gamal's knees so hard he was certain that there'd be fingerprints bruised onto his flesh come tomorrow.

'All in. You've taken it all- good boy-'

'Jesus Christ it's deep-' David stuttered around a moan, his face flushed and sweating. 'I feel full- I- feel- so fucking full!!'

'That's it' Gamal started slowly pumping his hand up and down David's cock as he pulled the rod in and out. He adjusted the angle and David screeched, muscles so taut with pleasure that Gamal realised he was the one making them both move, grinding on David's ass to relieve some his own personal discomfort.

'F-faster- FUCK - mmph' David's face lolled into the side of Gamal's head; the heat coming off the younger man was incredible.

'Pleeeeaassee' David whined.

Gamal obliged and David started trembling. His breathing burst out of him, a staccato rhythm punctuated by low keening sounds. At some point he'd started to cry; Gamal licked the tears sliding down his throat and kissed the hollow behind his ear.

David's legs started drawing up involuntarily, thighs trembling. Gamal bit down a little on his shoulder as he pulled the rod out of David's cock and rolled his hand down the shaft.

David shattered.

He screamed his pleasure, arching his back. An obscene amount of cum splattered his thighs, Gamal's hand and a large patch of the bed as he bucked forward, thrashing about furiously while Gamal pinned him down at the waist.

Suddenly he snapped forward and started breathing again, gulping down lungfuls of air and gasping while Gamal rubbed soothing circles on his back.

'Shh, shh, you did so good. Just relax now, breath.'

David leant against his shoulder, mumbled something completely incoherent, and fell asleep. Gamal shook his head and smiled fondly, lifting him onto his cot on the other side of the tent where he cleaned him gently with a warm cloth and tucked him in to bed.

[darkangel0410]

Ooooh for Cali OT3 (for those not lurking in our chats, that's Trevor/Turcs/Jamie): 🌈 🍭 🐀 👉

For McEichel: ⭐️ 🌙 ✈️ 🔥 👉

For OT3 (Jack/Quinn/Chuckie Mac): 🐇 🕸 🥀

For Heguin (im in mourning): 🐬 🌹😒🍁

(People wish they could get a peek at the insanity that's our chats, lbr 😂😂😂)

under a cut because this got super long, lmao

Cali ot3:

🌈 - What were their first impressions of each other? 

I think Trevor and Alex's first impression of Jamie was along the lines of 'wow, he's cute but boring' because lbr we all know Jamie was the quietest guy on that Canadian WJC team. Jamie's impression of Trevor was definitely 'arrogant asshole' because - well, we've all seen/heard the quote, right? I think his first one of Alex was a little softer, probably more 'he's cute, but with Zegras, ugh' type of thing. Trevor and Alex's first impressions of each other so long ago, but it was probably 'W O W HE'S HOT'

🍭  -What are their nicknames for each other? 

Alex is usually 'sweetheart' or 'baby' because I think they're softer with him than they are with each other (it's the dimples, shhhh). Trevor's usually 'babe', unless Jamie's in a mean mood and trying to get him wound up (horny), then it's 'princess'(derogatory). Jamie's 'Jamison', 'babe', 'stud' or, when he's being mean, 'sir'.

If we're talking a bottom Jamie verse 😈😈 then it's flipped a little, Jamie gets called 'slut' (derogatory and sexy), 'baby girl' (affectionate when he's being good). Jamie calls them mostly by their names in bed, and then 'babe' (Trevor) and 'sweetheart' (Alex) outside of it

🐀 - Who steals the covers? 

Trevor, 100% - Alex sleeps in the middle so he always gets some, too, but Jamie gets left without any - which is why he has an extra blanket stashed by the bed in case it's cold out

👉 - Who is better at giving directions?

Oh, all three of them suck at it - they're so, so bad that no one bothers asking them anymore and just use gps

McEichel:

⭐️ - Who is a morning person? 

Oh, Jack for sure - he gets up early to run/workout, depending on the day. Connor's usually up by 8 in the off-season, but Jack's up at 5:30am no matter what time of year it is

🌙 - Who is a night person? 

Connor, probably - they'll both stay up if there's friends over, they're out, etc etc, but Jack's usually out by 11pm if there's no extenuating circumstances (hockey games)

✈️ - How do they celebrate anniversaries? 

Their anniversary is at the very tail end of the season (June 26) so I think they have a small thing at home, just them and their families, then go somewhere in July for a week, maybe to Cancun, Greece - anywhere that's warm and sunny and there's a beach nearby.

🔥 - Who realized they were interested in who first? 

Connor for sure - he fell in love with Jack the first time they played each other at U16s and Jack knocked him on his ass (by the time they finally got together, Dylan and Mitch were both ready to throw a party, they were so tired of hearing about it) - and he also made the first move on Jack draft night.

He had to play the long game because it took Jack a little bit to admit that he loved Connor, too (feelings make him grumpy!!!)

👉 - Who is better at giving directions?

It depends where they're at!!! In the States, Jack is, and in Canada Connor is

Ot3:

🐇 - Who wants to cuddle the other longer in the morning? 

Jack and Quinn definitely get more chances to cuddle together, especially in the off-season, but they double-team Charlie and make him stay and cuddle them when he's there

🕸 - What does one do that scares the other?

Watching horror movies, for sure - Jack gets scared SO easily that sometimes Quinn will tell him he thinks he heard something just Jack will crawl in his lap

Charlie tried to scare them one (1) time, and he just thought it'd be funny to sneak into the lakehouse and tap Jack on the shoulder when he didn't know Charlie was there yet, and Jack screamed loud enough to bring Quinn running downstairs buck ass naked and soaking wet from the shower with a baseball bat, and Jack punched him in the nose before he realized who it was

So, you know, they all agreed to never do that again 😂😂😂

🥀 - Do they both get jealous?

Hmm, I don't think, like, it's jealous jealous - not in the sense that one of them's going to cheat, or that one of them love the other more, but I do think Quinn gets sad sometimes that Jack and Charlie get to see each other so much during the season

Heguin:

🐬 - Who made the first move? 

They both got tipsy and kissed each other the night before the draft and then refused to talk about for a decade until they got drunk and kissed again at Worlds, then Tyler was like 'want to fuck' and they just sort of fell together after that

🌹 - Who initiated the first kiss? 

Oppps, see the last answer lol

😒 - Do they get jealous easily?

Hmmm, I think by the time they get together - mid 20s - they're both more secure in themselves and each other, so not really

🍁 - How was their first kiss?

Sloppy mostly! They were tipsy and seventeen and just not really sure what they were doing

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Thanks for the ask, babe!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️ (otp asks)

[falsebooles123]

An Incredible Long Couple of Weeks. Diary of a Big Ole Gay.

Hey Whores, this is going to be a really long post because I may not have the energy to finish this this week.

So I guess I haven't done one of these in about two weeks and a lot of that is me being very busy. Last week of March I was working on like fifteen million different articles and videos and other content creation thingies and the first week of April literally started with my co-worker HAVING A MENTAL BREAK AND LEAVING TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LITERAL COUNTRY.

(i'm posting a funny GIF but I'm actually kinda pissed)

so instead of having a lot of great help to ease into running a full ass kitchen by myself doing 70 heads a day. I was doing this with exactly one other person doing the bare minimum to help me. It was a lot of hard work, and of course it went great. But I was extremly exhausted.

I also didn't watch that many queer films because of it.

but lets get into it.

Reflections in a Golden Eye (1967) dir. John Huston

OK so I don't remember a lot about any of these films because I watched this one in particular, *checks notes* the 27th of last month. Yeah theres a reason why theres no date on this one.

So this one I think is based on a book or something and features Marlon Brando being a CLOSET HOMOSEXUAL. oh also he stays right in that closet.

(god this gif is something else. so creepy)

Hes like yeah I'm going to spend this entire movie staring at this naked guys ass, (yeah I'm not going to explain the plot your'll either love this movie or hate it but you can't say it doesn't have a plot), but I ain't going to act on it. I'm just going to fight with my beautiful neglected wife who beats my ass for beating her horse.

See the relationship is super toxic but its liz taylor and Marlon Brando so its also the hottest thing ever.

anyway lot of repressed homos in the background of the entire rest of the plot. One of the more fun dramas I watched cause it was MESSY!

Flesh (1968) dir. Paul Morrissey

ok so Flesh is one of those weird cineme verite movies that Morrissey made and it is very artsy and very gay but there isn't actually any guy on guy stuff. The main actor spends most of his time naked, and some of that is like eroticized but also its kinda meant to desexualize nudity. Or rather the film is using casual nudity as a way to lampshade the way we objectify people because after we see this long scene were hes just laying in bed with his dick out (relatable), we get a 5 minutes scene of him starting his day buck ass naked feeding his 1 year old real daughter a muffin. they actually use that as one of the posters

so like yeah hes naked but hes clearly not erotised in that moment in fact even though the main character is a hustler he never actually has gay sex on screen. His only client is a man who wants to draw him for like classical sculpture. Hes someone whose literally objectified scene for his body and not as a living person.

OMFG am I a film critic or something.

anyway this is another pretty cool film and especially something gay people should watch even through there isn't that much PDA.

Funeral Parade of Roses (1969) dir. Toshio Matsumoto

ok first look at this iconic photo.

Pretty this follows a bunch of transwoman in like Tokyo just honestly vibing and being faggot punks. We love, we stan, we support.

theres a lot to enjoy about this film and honestly just iconic trans woman you need to watch this. oh also all these ladies are straight so theres no gay kissing.

My Hustler (1966) dir. Andy Warhol, Chuck Wein

NOTE: This is a clip from the 1961 SPORTS THRILLER "The Hustler" but also this is pretty good dupe to the experience of My Hustler

Yeah so My Hustler is the story of a rich gay bringing a gay whore for his vacation and then having his fag hag friend and then the hustler friend show up and they all get in to this contest about whos going to fuck him. So I guess more objectification of men through the queer lens. Noone actually fucks him and its a lot of naturalistic dialogue. Its warhol you get it.

The Children's Hour (1961) dir. William Wyler

Ok so Childrens Hour is about Audrey Hepburn and her GAL PAL Shirley McClaine who run a school together. They are in fact just roommates but doesn't stop snot nose little brats from spreading rumors that like she totally saw Mrs. Hepburn drowning in pussy. So yeah they have there lives ruined and there not even dykes da fuck. Its very Tea and Sympathy in that regard about how homophobia hurts those that arn't even faggots. Y'know the innocent. /s

except it turns out that Shirley McClaine is in fact like a totally LESBIAN HAROLD. and this was the push she needed to admit how fucking gay she is for audrey hepburn, (which like we get it girl it audrey), oh and then she fucking kills herself. Thanks I hate it.

The movie up to that points pretty good.

The Leather Boys (1964) dir. Sidney J. Furie

ok so this is another British New Wave movie and it manly follows this newly married couple. And like the wife Dot, is literally the worst fucking person. She spends all her money on her hair which 1. He doens't like and 2. Doesn't even look good on her. She doesn't have a job and she doesn't keep the house. And then she won't move into his mom's house after his dad fucking dies and his mom literally can't take care of herself which like sorry girl I get if you don't like your mother-in-law but um kinda a consequence of marrying someone at some point you kinda have to deal with there parents getting old and dying. Oh also shes cheating on him. SPOILERS.

Anyway so they spend most of the time seperated while this guy sleeps with his best friend.... in like the same bed. hahaha not like in a gay way that would be ..... gay.

Also I'm totally sure his best friend isn't like a faggot or something.

Yeah, basically this guy was sleeping next to a gay guy the whole time and everytime his friend was like "omg babe lets ditch your looser wife, (can confirm she sucks), and move to america together" that he meant it in like a gay way.

and so the dude just fucking leaves. Honestly I would try sucking dick just once if I was him. You guys have a great relationship and your wifes a bitch.

Advise & Consent (1962) dir. Otto Preminger

The Best Man (1964) dir. Franklin J. Schaffner

just going to throw these together. Basically there both about some future were the president wants to nominate some dude and people are like ew no. also some random other person is getting blackmailed for being a faggot in the war. Yeah both of these movies have like the same exact plot.

I like The Best Man a little bit more but there both kinda awful. Also Betty White is in the first one and SHES A SENATOR. yaaaas girl.

Manji (1964) dir. Yasuzo Masumura

THESE LESBIANS ARE TOXIC.

Like don't get me wrong they kiss, they suck, they fuck. Lot of Women absolutely just being the most, this is the most lesbian thing I've seen.

Oh also eventually they start a death cult it goes to some really weird places. Also theres like three remakes.

anyway whores, sorry that its taking so long for me to post this diary update. I'm going to draft the next post and try to get it out by the end of the month. Thanks love you.

[zkzm500a2]

feel like answering them but nobody ever asks so i'm going to pull a major funny and just answer them all here

1. yeah for the most part

2. my girlfriend

3. who doesn't

4. yes, not cripplingly so but definitely notably so

5. taken, i have a girlfriend who i love

6. gunshot to the head. 9x19mm or .45 caliber preferably

7. slice o pizza from my work

8. no, but when i was in high school i signed up for my school's CS:GO comp league and then never participated

9. not compulsively, but i do usually bite them off instead of clip them off

10. good question, probably back in elementary school. 4th or 5th grade

11. as in, do i have a crush on someone? or just a general positive opinion of someone? elementary school ass question. anyway i have a crush on my girlfriend whom i love

12. i've gone over 24, but never hit 48 (and don't plan to)

13. public figures yeah, but nobody i know personally

14. who doesn't

15. two cats :)

16. pretty neutral, not stoked about going back to work but definitely not bad

17. not yet, but i can see it happening

18. i mean i'm not arachnophobic but i think i have a normal human level of fear of spiders. i respect them and their space and go out of my way to avoid killing them

19. yes but only to shoot my past self in the head. oh and to see the Crab Nebula in person :)

20. my girlfriend's bedroom

21. work son!!! today's saturday and i have work tomorrow too

22. i've long said it depends on who i end up with

23. no i do not, i wouldn't be opposed to getting my ears pierced though

24. history and other social studies. i'm not a r/history guy but i've always liked it

25. isn't this also question 14?

26. some fuckin... gotdamn uhh... not much really

27. yeah

28. not that i'm aware of

29. yeah

30. my shoes!!! my work shoes fucking suck i'm getting new ones asap

31. yes. go ahead and guess who it is

32. yellow orange

33. nothing too extreme i don't think

34. hell if i know, i rarely remember my dreams. last one i remember involved a former coworker flirting with me and i was like "woah hey i have a girlfriend"

35. hard to remember. my mom, probably

36. i mean i give them out but only when reasonable to me. also i don't have such shitty friends that i need to give second chances

37. forget!!! i don't remember a goddamn thing

38. i mean statistically yeah but we're only six days in. 2023 was pretty solid for me though

39. Twenny

40. not completely naked but i have been in my backyard naked from the waist down before

51 (it jumps from 40 to 51 lmao). idk man i can't pick favorites. americans do be eating cheesed burger though

52. yeah but that reason isn't spiritual

53. drew a fake website named "i love you dot com" in ms paint and sent it to my girlfriend

54. i want to say no but my parents got together through cheating on their previous partners and they've been together the whole time. so like, in 99% of cases no

55. no i'm niceys :) i used to be a dick online but i've always actively tried to be nice in person

56. one guy, but at least twice

57. i mean i guess it depends on your definition of "true," but generally yeah

58. overcast and chilly is a go-to but i also love the sunny and chilly that comes after a storm in the winter or early spring

59. conceptually yes, but i would never want to drive in it

60. yeah

61. depends on the context of course but generally i'm into it

62. bideo games give me pleasure, but hanging out with my friends or my girlfriend makes me actually happy

63. i mean i'd prefer to keep my current name but in the event i had to, i have one in mind that i like

64. absolutely not, it's easy as hell

65. i'd be like "sorry i have a girlfriend. and you know this. she's all i talk about"

66. yeah

67. my girlfriend

68. how deep are we talking? probably my girlfriend though no matter how you define it

69. in a spiritual sense no, but it's still a helpful term

70. man i'd die for 20 bucks. but yeah there are several people i'd die for

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[irishbreakfst]

FUCK YOU TO THE PERSON WHO BROKE INTO MY CAR LAST NIGHT BECAUSE 1) NOW I KNOW MY INSURANCE WONT COVER THE COST OF A BROKEN WINDOW EVEN THOUGH I JUST GAVE THEM 560 FUCKING BUCKS TO RENEW MY POLICY, 2) NO AUTO REPAIR SHOPS ARE OPEN SUNDAYS SO MY NAKED ASS CAR HAS TO JUST SIT IN THE STREET OVERNIGHT IN SUBFREEZING TEMPS, AND 3) YOU DIDN'T EVEN TAKE ANYTHING

[petiteredlady]

Recently on Twitter I scrolled through a japanese tweet about Kamen Rider, and basically I just had time to see a picture of Brain with Humagear ears before I registered what had happened. I looked at the tweet properly, and saw there was also a picture of Yuuto from Den-O and Tachibana from Blade. For a thing called "Kamen Rider Outsiders".

I had to know what this was about XD

The KR wiki told me it's a series that's a sequel to a "Kamen Rider Gemns" short video, itself a sequel to a Kamen Riders Gemns mini-series. Starring Dan Kuroto and, like, Lovelica.

So obviously I had to watch all that. Thoughts under a cut, because it's all very silly XD

1) KR Gemns - The Presidents I hate Gai and I would have loved to see him die of stress so Kuroto could properly resurrect XD I was SO happy to see Kuroto again, and it reminded me of this post saying that Iwanaga Tetsuya is "such an accomplished individual" but his legacy will be "playing a complete fucking psychopath that gets buck ass naked and screams in the woods on a kids action show" like yes that's all we love about Kuroto. And his dad showing up telling him he should never have been born ? Power move. I loved it. Chronicle is still so cool. Honestly it was insane, and pointless, and I really like it. I haven't watched any KR in months (or has it been more than a year now ?), and that was a delightful way to come back.

2) KR Genms - Smart Brain and the 1000 % Crisis I wanted Lovelica to have more role ToT And use his power ToT (But I guess Suwabe Junichi is a bit expensive for just one joke^^) That said, he was amazing and I LOVED seeing him again. At first I was afraid that Gai would end up winning his fight against Kuroto, but I kept thinking "Kuroto is an insanely popular character, they can't have him lose TO GAI ??" and indeed Kuroto won ^o^ I was cheering for him the whole episode. I SQUEED when Smart Queen appeared at the end >o< At first it was obvious she was a Smart Lady of some sort, and then she had the phone <3

3) KR Outsiders Episode 0 I really enjoyed the repeat gag of Kuroto looking for a charge station, fainting, and being charged by a random woman who finds him. Seeing Mari again made me so happy >o< I hadn't recognized the actress as Smart Queen, but as Mari she really was the same as in Faiz >o< Also glad to see the Orphenochs are still alive and well, somehow. Smart Queen's henshin was so cool >o< I love Kuroto from the bottom of my heart but I was kind of cheering for her and I was sad to see her disappeear so fast T-T

Episode 1 Looking for information I had seen that Asakura was a character for Outsiders, and I was SO looking forward to that. The only Hagino Takeshi character I like XD When he's presented as a person who doesn't kill, I was like... Asakura what happened to you, did you NOT kill your parents in this world ?? He was also super protective of his brother and I was all "Asakura I remember you feeding your brother to your giant evil snake in the previous world". Literally his whole character was that he's the rider who kills people for fun XD I loved that as soon as he gets his memories from the previous world, he decides that yes, that's the real him, and he proceeds to murder the guy who betrayed him with a broken mirror shard. That was so brutal^^ Everything about this episode was amazing, and Daiki was a great cherry on top <3

Episode 2 I watched like two episodes of KR Saber before giving up so I guess Outsiders spoiled me a bit. BUT thanks to that I discovered Ren, a really cute dual-swords-wielding wind ninja rider, so I'm kind of motivated to continue Saber now XD I loved his relationship with Desast, even though I knew neither of them I got a bit teary-eyed ToT Obviously, I also loved seeing Horobi ^o^ I don't remember what happened to him but I thought he survived in Zero-One ? Yet here Foundation X seems to have brought him back ?? Mystery. I thought it was very in-character for him to side with Zein, though I admit in this episode I started to get really confused about what's going on. Like what's Ark's goal, what's Zein's goal ? Who's on whose side, and why, and how ? I was glad to see Nico's back too >o< And she still has her Chronicle gashat !! I hope she transforms and beats everyone, as she does.

I haven't found episode 3 yet, and the tweet I saw was promoting episode 4 so I think it's not out yet. I can't wait >o< I started this whole thing to see Brain, so I'm still waiting XD

[stripper-patrick]

Next Lifetime 💫Michael B. Jordan pt 1.

Warnings: smut, fluff, kids, sneaky link turned into family, angst, crying, 18+, NSFW gifs, series

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Michael B. Jordan x black plus sized reader (Azina/Z)

<4 years ago>

I’m throwing my ass back to the music just enjoying myself during this time. I’ve had at least 4 shots and I’m feeling all of them.

I feel someone press up behind me and it’s my best friend Michael whose clearly off the Henny just as much as I am. He grinds against me and as I’m working my hips I feel his dick stiffen. A boldness surged through me, or maybe that’s the liquor, and I stand up turning to him sealing a kiss. I’ve always wanted him no doubt I just never knew how to tell him. I guess being drunk is the best way. His hands grab at my waist then snake to my ass. His sweet Hennessy flavored lips are getting me even more drunk but with lust this time. The glisten of his plump lips being out the diamonds in his grill set plastered perfectly on his teeth.

“Let’s go to my house” I nod agreeing with his request and he grabs my hand leading me outside. He hails down a cab and opens the door letting me get on first. He smacks my butt on the way in and I giggle.

“322 Barron Street please” it’s about a 15 minute ride from here.

The driver begins his route and Michael starts kissing my neck and his hand slips down my shorts. My panties are beyond soaked and now he’s rubbing my clit making me whine.

His hand wraps around my throat whispering on my ear “stay quiet ma” he rubs again and as soon as the driver turns the corner into Michael’s loft I’m bussing all over his fingers biting the bottom of my lip trying to stay quiet.

He wraps his hand around my mouth flicking my clit faster making me shake harder. He pulls out his coated fingers placing them in my mouth. I suck off my own sweet juices and he grabs my by the throat kissing me tasting myself off my tongue. The driver clears his throat and we stop giggling and getting out. He tips the driver and walks past me opening the door. As soon as he gets the door open my pants are already unbuckled and halfway off.

“Damn hold on mamas” he slurs. We finally make it up to his nicely decorated bedroom and I’m pushed backwards flying back first on the bed. Michael comes on top of me and I flip us over grinding down on his already rock hard dick. He grabs a handful of behind moaning in my mouth. I move down to his neck where I kiss it sloppily. We stop kissing for a moment and I remove my shirt while he does the same. I move down pulling down his boxers and pants in one motion wasting no time swirling my tongue on the tip of his leaking dick. A low moan fills the room and I wrap my lips around the entire tip and push my head down letting it hit the back of my throat. I let it get wet then go back up to sucking on the tip while my right hand jerks the base and my left hand cups his balls. I come off with a string of saliva and I use my palm to rub on the top directly allowing the slick saliva to give him pleasure. His stomach caves and a loud moan erupts from Michael as he looks down holding vicious eye contact with me.

“Fuck Z” I continue going to town until he grabs me by the throat pulling me up to his mouth. Michael’s tongue roams my mouth fighting for dominance as he pulls me on top of him. I grab his throbbing dick pushing it inside of my aching pussy feeling him expand my walls gracefully. He leans back laying his head on the pillow as I gasp sinking down on him until our hips meet. I place my hands on his chest and sit on my feet rocking my hips along his shaft. His eyes flutter shut as I work my magic swirling my hips in a sloppy drunken circle. He bites his lip while one hand grabs the back of my head pulling my sweaty forehead to his. The other hand grabs a handful of my ass pulling me down. His dick fills my pussy completely making me gasp. Without missing a second Keith grabs both sides of my head keeping deadly eye contact with me and thrusts his hips beating my pussy from below. I let out a mewl holding his biceps while digging my acrylics into them. I bite my lip as he obliterates hot spots I didn’t even know were there.

My entire body feels like it’s on fire as after he thrusts he gives it aches and caves for more. “You like that? You like being daddy’s lil bitch” he moans pounding me out. Michael moves his hands wrapping his hand around my throat pulling me further and growling in my ear. I try to push away as the pleasure is starting to overwhelm me and he holds me by my hips keeping me right where he wants me. The only that can be heard in the room is the slushing sound of my wetness, the clapping of my ass and his balls slapping against my ass. My legs shake already as he continues. My pussy soaks everything underneath me as I let out a struggled moan cumming harder than I’ve ever came with any other man before. Michael pulls out pushing me up onto his face while jerking himself off in the process. He wraps his hands around my hips tasting the beautiful mess he made. My body jerks and my hand instinctively moves to his head as I roll my body on his tongue. He moans at my taste sucking and lapping on my clit. I smile getting off his face and back on his dick bucking my hips wildly. Michael guides my hips keeping himself as deep as possible. He begins thrusting up again at a fast pace making my eyes roll to the back of my head. He growls again giving me a fair warning that he’s about to cum. Without thinking I scream “cum inside this pussy daddy”

I’m aching from his blows. I sit up and keep bouncing at the same pace as he holds my hips tensing up. His seed spills inside of me and I watch his arch his back when I clench my pussy creating a suction. He moans pressing into my hips more.

Michael sits up kissing me and giving me a hard spank to my right ass cheek. His dick throbs inside of me as our mixtures leaks out dripping past his balls and onto the sheets. Drunkenly I lay on top of him giving him lazy kisses. Time and liquor consumes us and before I know it we’re both asleep in each other’s arms.

…

I wake up with a headache the size of the room. I feel like if I move too fast I’ll throw up. I feel someone warmth next to me and I pause. Who did I go home with last night? What happened? I’m aching between my legs but my conscience tells me not to be scared. I look behind me seeing Michael fast asleep. I sigh in comfort knowing I’m safe. He stirs in his sleep opening his eyes and he sees me. “Morning”

“Morning” I move my legs and notice they’re weak. I pull back the covers and we’re both completely naked. Oh shit. I jump up to the best of my ability and he sits up too

“Mike what did we do last night”

“Well using my context clues we had sex” he says rubbing his eyes

“Michael do you not see an issue with that? You have a girlfriend”

“I know but I mean if I’m being honest I’ve always had feelings for you Z and clearly you feel the same way” he states. I grab my underwear shaking my head.

“Mike that’s not the point you knew we shouldn’t have acted on it especially since you’re in a relationship. This could absolutely ruin our friendship. Lemme ask you this what if we go get together and break up then what you know I’m not friends with my exes. If you can be cool with your ex y’all were never in love or still are in love. There’s no in between” he looks at me with his head hanging low. He knows exactly where I’m coming from. “I’m not tryna lose you as a person in general” Mike goes in the bathroom brushing his teeth and peeing.

I collect my clothes putting them back on and Mike throws on some basketball shorts and a t-shirt he grabs some slides and his car keys . Luckily my car is already at home since Michael and his girl Lori picked me up.

“Z I’m sorry. I know things went too far but I’m glad we at least know how we feel about each other” he says “and I don’t regret what happened last night” I nod and get in his car. He gets in the drivers seat taking off and taking me home.

…..

Lori decided to have a pool party today to celebrate Mike for his birthday. Of course he invited me and being his best friend I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Plus it’s at his new house and I’ve never seen it before. Granite we haven’t talked much or seen each other at all since our ordeal a couple weeks ago. In fact this is the first time I’ve actually seen him since that day.

I walk through their beautiful house with a bottle of champagne in my hand. I see Lori in the kitchen. Honestly me and her have never really been that close. I never really cared for her but I was always cordial with her. “Hey Lori I brought this for y’all” she looks at me taking the champagne without even saying thank you. Bougie bitch. Don’t get me wrong I’m bougie too but best believe I’m as humble and as thankful as they come. I guess that’s why me and Mike are best friends. We’re the same.

I roll my eyes and my heels click outside where I see a bunch of people lounging in the pool and on the sides with drinks in their hand. My other best friend Lamia greets me with open arms. Her perfume makes me nauseous and dizzy “Hey girl” she smiles

“Hey” I say trying to hold my breakfast down.

“Mike is over there. Have you and him talked since then?” As soon as I got home that day I got ready for work and told Lamia what happened. I shrug my shoulders as an answer.

“Only small talk and I’ve low key been trying to avoid him just so the awkward tension doesn’t arise” I say

“Makes sense” Michael begins walking over and I stride a little further away until he catches me.

“Hey ladies” he hugs lamia and I’m next. I smell his cologne and melt. “you want a drink Z” I shake my head

“I don’t feel too hot right now so I’ll stick with water for the day” he nods eyes lingering on me for longer than a second. Lori comes out running his bare back and our contact is broken. While Lori begins talking to him I slip away downing the rest of my water. The nausea is finally gone and I sit on the lounge chair going on my phone. I put on my sunglasses shielding my eyes.

While I’m relaxing in the sun I notice Michael keeps staring at me. I see the small bulge in his shorts and I can’t help but bite my lip, mouth water at the taste of his dick down my throat.

A mid-height dark skin man starts walking my way and I see he has a pearly white smile similar to Michael’s. I get a better glimpse of his face. His name is Jayson. I’ve heard about him before. I heard he’s a player and he sleeps with anything that moves.

He sits next to my feet flashing his smile at me. I sit up with a small smile on my face. “Hey I’m Jayson Mikes friend”

“Yea I know. I’m Z”

“What’s that short for”

“Azina” he smiles scooting closer. I glance up seeing Mikes eyes never leaving me.

“That’s beautiful. Fitting for a beautiful woman” he bites his lip. I take a deep breath and take my sunglasses off. I stare directly into Michael’s eyes and he’s fuming. Dimples are prominent in his cheeks, nose flared, biceps flexed from how tense he is. Jayson moves even closer and that’s when Michael comes over.

“Hey Jay what y’all talking about?” He interjects with his nose held high. A small rage burns in my stomach at how he completely ruined my chance at something. Even if I was just playing Jaysons game right back at him.

“Her name. It’s pretty”

“Oh yea the two ‘A’s in her name stands for aggravated assault. She’s crazy man she beat niggas” he laughs. He’s not fully wrong “but she’s my kinda crazy. Speaking of Azina can I speak to you privately please? Jay you don’t mind right? Course not be right back” before I even have a chance to protest he grabs my wrist and my panties are soaked by the time we enter the glass double doors of his house that Lori happens to be staying in. Just hearing him call my name rather than my nickname has me wanting to be on my knees on this cold marble floor.

“What the hell is your issue?” I ask yanking my arm away. He grabs me again taking me upstairs through the neatly decorated white hallway. We get into his gold coated marble bathroom where he locks the door. I lean against the counter and he folds his arms “why have you been avoiding me”

“I-“

“And don’t lie to me” he asserts his dominance making my clit throb. Silence and heavy thick sexual tension fill the air and I look down at my long pink acrylic nails. He steps closer sealing any space between me and him. His large hand wraps around my throat making me bite my lip “you like seeing me get all jealous? Shit makes you wet mama?”

“Yes” I whimper. And just like that I’m putty in his hands. He pulls me up to his plump lips placing a wet kiss on them. Michael pulls off my duster of a swimsuit coverup. His large hands play with my breasts and my hand moved to his hard on. He’s rock solid now. His hand moves from my breast to my bikini bottoms rubbing my clit. My hips hunk and my hands move to his bicep as his plump lips kiss my neck. My body jerks as his thick fingers slide into my hole with ease. He begins pressing my g-spot like a button making me lose my breath. Michael moves up to my ear whispering “you’re mine”

He pulls his fingers out and sucks them dry turning me around some I’m facing the huge mirror above the sink. I grab the ledge bracing myself as he rolls my bottoms down spanking me in the process. I spread my cheeks feel his warm hard dick press inside of me. He fills me up and holds my hips bouncing me back to meet his thrusts. His breaths become heavy and ragged and my mouth drops open but nothing comes out.

Michael is pressing right on my g-spot making me lose my breath. “Daddy” I whimper.

“That’s my girl take all this shit. You wanna flirt with other niggas ima show you who you belong to” he wraps his hand around my throat quickening his pace. My eyes squeeze shut and my moans get louder. The sounds of our moans and my ass clapping fills the room but we have to keep it quiet so no one comes up here and finds us.

“You like when daddy fill you up bitch?”

“Yes I love it so much” my legs begin shaking as my orgasm approaches fast like a train. He gets close to my ear still pounding me out against the marble counter.

“Look at me when I make you cum” I bite my lip and his grip tightens on my neck. I open my eyes to the best of my ability as my entire body seizes in front of him. My body is on fire and he chuckles biting his lip “you look so fucking pretty taking all this dick like a good little whore”

I whimper jerking around and he pulls out watching my body tense up and convulse. He smacks my already shaking ass. Michael turns me around again putting me on the counter and he gets on one knee licking my pussy. He slurps you the mess he made moaning at the taste. I watch as he pulls my pussy lips back making sure to get as much of my clit as possible. My body writhes from still being sensitive and I grab the back of his head pushing him further in me. I pull off my bikini top rubbing my nipples while grinding on his face. My head falls back and he gives small licks making me even crazier than before. Michael comes up kissing my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue. He taps his dick on my clit before inserting himself again. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he wastes no time taking me to Poundtown.

His short nails claw down my back and he buries his head in my neck. “That’s it daddy right there” my nails take through his short waves as his hips ripple through me. My moans uncontrollably get louder and he covers my mouth pounding me harder “can’t scream now can you baby?” I whimper eyes rolling to the back of my head as I squirt on his dick “that’s what I want fuck I’m bout to cum” his growls get louder and he kisses me moaning. His body shakes when he leaks inside of me. My nails scrape down his back and he empties his load inside of me.

He stays inside of me staring deep into my eyes. I can’t help this feeling anymore but I need to for the sake of our friendship. Michael’s catches me in a kiss and for a split second I ignore my feelings and kiss him back. As if he were really mine. That thought stops me from going any further “I’m sorry for avoiding you”

“I understand mamas” he kisses me again and pull out grabbing a towel he wipes off my pussy and leans down placing a kiss on my clit making me gasp. I chuckle getting off the counter with his help. My legs shake and I laugh. I grab my clothes putting them back on and making sure I look like I did before I came up here.

“Mike” I hear Lori call from downstairs. To the best of my ability I walk to the door but before I open it Michael grabs my arm kissing me again. This one was more passion than lust. I smile pulling away and open the door. To see Lori coming in. I turn around and turn him around quickly “so this is the master bathroom?” I look at him

“Yea it’s marble counters and the gold trim it’s my favorite and there’s the waterfall shower in there” we walk towards the shower acting like he was explaining me the layout of the bathroom the whole time. I hear loris heels click in the bathroom “baby the boys are looking for you at the pool” he turns around nodding

“Ard come on Z” We walk past Lori and her eyes linger on us.

Me and Mike walk outside and he can’t stop staring at me. He stands at the front of the bar with a microphone “I wanna thank every one for coming out. I wanna thank Lori for putting this together couldn’t have done this without you babe” that word ‘babe’ leaves a stinging mark on my heart as Lori steps up beside her man. She kisses him and then looks at me. I walk backwards dipping out from the crowd. I go inside and grab the champagne I brought. This bottle wasn’t cheap so if they won’t drink it I will. I pour myself a glass and start sipping it. Michael comes in and once again it’s just us alone.

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t be sorry. Look Michael as much as we both want it us being together might never happen simply because you and Lori are a thing and y’all are basically destined for marriage”

“Now you know I’ve been about you and only you for a while”

“I can’t tell cause I’m still single and you’re in a relationship” I sigh “I’m leaving this house is beautiful but you need to figure out what you really want” I extend my arms and give him a hug. He plants a kiss on my neck Mumbling the words I’m sorry again.

I grab my champagne and leave the house with a heavy heart and a cloudy mind. That nauseous feeling is back.

[lesser-mook]

TEEN TITANS 2003 (Recommended show, one of the better superhero anime)

This and Justice League Unlimited were my break during my My Hero Academia binge:

When the fanservice got too pedo

when the writing got too contrived

 when the characters’ development got hijacked by the plot 

the female characters aren’t relevant until the plot says so or when it was time to pander to some boners- 

THIS is the show about Teen Heroes actually getting shit done without the buck-ass naked kids in a spa bath:

TEEN TITANS 2003

Nails both: 

Episodic (stand alone storytelling) 

and Long term (linear storytelling)

Handles dark themes, and lighthearted ones. Funny as shit sometimes, and gets downright psychological & philosophical in a sense.

The show surprises you with the messages in the writing, often.

ONLY 5 central characters, not 20+ characters in one crammed setting fighting for screen time, defined by their 1 out of 1 stereotypical personality traits.

And because it’s only 5 characters, we get plenty of time to see them actually developed & fleshed out, so we see different sides to them without intervention or some random shit happening. 

We seem them at their best, vulnerable and their worst. 

Likable, grounded characters.

65 Episodes, 5 Seasons; Teen Titans is (Quality)-

not excess Quantity

The Character arcs are simple, and are handled competently.

The action ain’t no Studio Bones tier sakuga but for a honorary Anime style, it’s nice to look at. And really holds up for a show that’s almost 20 years old, on god.

The guys are funny, compelling in their serious arcs and cool. 

And the ladies, one being the strongest member & the other being the most powerful on the team, period. That alone speaks for itself.

Despite being the high-end members they’re not being used as mouthpieces for any contrived empowerment narrative, they’re strong as shit, we know that, they carry their weight on the team, more than keep up with the boys, 

and that’s enough to speak for itself.

Without literally being dressing them up in Cheerleader outfits for gags or to unironically/unintentionally speak as to how irrelevant they are in the plot..

These girls actually matter to what’s going on here, they have a purpose beyond being a waifu Dossier Gallery. They’re characters with a stake in the situation.

IE. Everyone has something to do, and a role to play on the team, legitimately.

One of MY personal praises that some people mention is not the anime vibe for me, but the Gorillaz-esque character designs and artstyle specifically.

I like the aesthetic, outside of the anime quirks

The music is basically alt-rock with a little metal, some ambient tunes, it’s underrated.

Villains are also decent

21-23 min an episode, the pacing of this show wastes zero time, it hops right into meat of the matter right out of the gate of Season 1

Talented voice acting 

TEEN TITANS 2003 Highly recommended.