#First time drawing Dick. Wooooo.

[reginalusus]

This was originally supposed to be an animation but I lost motivation to animate it. </3 So accept this very messy sketch instead. It is an interaction that has been in my head for weeks and I just had to let it loose somehow.

Harvey and Jason are busy doing their crime/vigilante thing together but then Bruce and Dick turn up at the function to stop them, and now it's going to turn into a custody battle except the battle is literal.

[mannaima]

I was thinking about a dark joel x reader with smut she's innocent and still kind of sheltered from the world (doesn't go out that much) maybe because her father is the leader (of fedra or something), then one day on the rare occasion she happens to be out and Joel sees her and he has to have her and he has an unhealthy obsession to make her his. And he manipulates her into having sex with him then he tells her "you're mine forever".

My Best Friend Joel(part one)

Summary: Joel sees a pretty little thing and takes advantage of a girl who knows nothing better.

Authors note: WOOOOO this is so hawt. Dark! Joel is a such a sleazy little bastard when he wants something, and this time all he wants is a sweet girl to warm his DICK!!! Also have u seen that tiktok that says Pedro Pascal would guide u thru it,,,,,,, Yeah. This is kinda based on that LOL.

I also decided I wanted to make this a two parter. Create tension. Hehehehe

Word count: 4.3K

Warnings: Dub-con(ish) ( joel manipulates), age gap (reader is 19 and Joel is 56), stalking, generally creepy Joel, reader has no idea how friendship and joel takes advantage of this by making her think suckin dick is how you say hello.

“What do we do when someone knocks at the door and doesn’t use our secret knock?” 

“Hide in the cupboard.”

“Good. Do we ever look out the windows in the daytime?”

“No, we do not.”

“Well done. Lastly, where do we never go?”

“Outside.”

Your father kissed your forehead, his FEDRA uniform draped his body as he waved off, shutting the door behind him as you locked the many different locks. Your father had instilled the fear of the outside world to you since day one, you were to never leave the home under any circumstance. When you were small, you listened to his long list of rules, you didn’t so much as peek through the curtains as long as the day was bright. But as you got older, you slowly began to understand less and less of your fathers worries. He told you stories of the zombie-like creatures that lay beyond the walls, the people fighting for something as simple as sleeping pills. You were fascinated at first, but it slowly began to bore you. You grew tired of the home you spent your entire life in, not even being able to go to school throughout your youth. Even now, at nineteen years old, you were old enough to have your own apartment, but your father insisted on just one more year, he told you it wasn’t safe.

You looked through the sheer curtains, watched the people walk along the dirty and destroyed streets. Dirty, tired, exhausted, and yet you envied them. You wanted the feeling of freedom, even if it meant that freedom guaranteed you danger. What was the point of living if you didn’t experience fear once in a while? You sighed, and continued to watch the people below you, you didn’t care anymore. Just once, you wanted to feel the fresh air, hear the chattering of people up close, maybe even meet a friend. But your dreams stayed dreams for so long it didn’t seem possible to even see the outside. You stood up from your seat next to the window, in anger, you were tired of being cooped up. You paced around the room, your mind conjuring up the idea to escape, even just for one day. You finally decided on a decent enough plan.

You would leave, just for a few hours. You could wear a disguise, maybe a head covering and large enough jacket, and explore. Feel the air and make a friend. You would leave thirty minutes after your father left, and leave the door unlocked. Nobody had ever tried to knock on your door for the past nineteen years, so why would someone do it now?

You nodded to yourself, the pieces of the plan finalizing in your head. You walked to your bedroom and began to plan an outfit, something practical but also not to draw attention. You settled on a pair of bootcut jeans with a plain t-shirt, covered by a large jacket, and a black scarf worn over your head. You had seen enough people every day to understand the average outfit, you nodded once again to yourself. This was perfect.

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“Alright sweetie. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, they have me working the night shift. Be safe alright?” 

“Yes father.” You nodded, and he kissed your forehead and you waved him off. The night couldn’t have gone any slower, your mind racing in excitement. You hadn’t accounted for your father working an extra long shift today, so that gave you even more relief in leaving. You had to make sure you got home no later than 4 pm, a quick glance at the clock showed it was 10 am. Leave at 10:30 am. You had plenty of time, you didn’t have to worry. You paced around the home, too anxious to sit down and wait, you checked the clock periodically, hoping for it to be time soon. The second the clock hit 10:20, you marched into your room to put on your clothes. Slipping on every single garment, you finished with a pair of red converse, your breath hitching in excitement. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but feel a tinge of guilt. You were betraying your fathers rule he made for your safety. But the other side of your brain told you that he couldn’t keep you here forever. You shook your head, as if to rid the thought rotting your brain, and you took one last look at the clock on your wall.

10:30.

You had to go now.

You made your way to your front door, hand shaking as you reached for the knob, why were you so nervous? You’ve waited your entire life to do this, can't stop now. You pushed open the door, and your eyes shut a little due to the brightness. You closed the door behind you and descended down the stairs, very carefully. You were in awe, you had never felt so small in your life, the world being so big around you. You wanted to run, frolic, and enjoy the wonder of the outside world. You didn’t care how destroyed it all was, how the cracks in the streets made people trip, or the smell of firewood that burned through your nose. No, it all felt like such a privilege, you had never known such freedom.

You walked among the people, trying your best to blend in, make yourself appear as normal as possible. Your biggest fear was being mugged or hurt, and then your father would never let you out of his sight again, maybe even tie you to your bed. You smiled, a rare joy among the faces of the depressed, no more were you a prisoner.

Vendors selling shoe laces, patches of cloth, and other things you didn’t quite understand, but still appreciated nonetheless. You wanted to get a closer look at a small doll-like figure made of cloth, so you reached your hand out to grab it. As you did, another hand did as well, causing you to both flinch.

“Oh. I’m sorry sir.” You noticed the hand was much larger than yours, with hair that began to go slightly gray.

“No, my fault sweetheart. Go right ahead.” You peered your head up to look at him, right away you noticed he was much older. He was dirty and had a look of an unknown emotion. 

“Thank you.” You quietly said, before reaching to take a look at the doll, small, and it had a small smile on her face. It was made out of scrap clothing or cloth, and it had a strange texture, yet it was so cute to you.

“Five ration cards, miss.” The vendor told you, and you immediately froze. Ration cards? You didn’t know what that was, having never known about stuff like this. 

“I. I- Um. Sorry.” You slowly began to put back down the doll, embarrassed of your actions. A hand pushed your hand back, however.

“Here you are sir.” The large man next to you handed the vendor some cards, leaving you confused.

“I- Uh. Thank you sir.” You looked up at him, holding the small doll to your chest. You hadn’t had a doll since before. Ever.  

“It’s not an issue at all, sweetheart. I take you don’t have a job?”

“Haha. Yeah, I guess you could say that.” You didn’t really know what to say, but he nodded at your answer.

“So where you off to?” You both walked into a direction you had no clue of, but you just shrugged.

“I dunno. I was just walking around. Just exploring.” You were not confident in your answers, unsure why this man stuck to your side. 

“You don’t know?” He questioned you. You stopped and debated your next move. 

“I-I’m gonna go home.” You turned on your heel, and walked in the opposite direction, leaving the man to watch you go back. You were scared, mostly, you didn’t know how to respond, and he was a stranger! You collected your breathing, as you were hyperventilating. Your feet hit the gravel heavily, you couldn’t wait to get home. You finally entered your home and slammed the door shut, making sure to lock every single lock. Slamming your bedroom door open, you tore off your clothes into a box under your bed. You groaned, in defeat, maybe your dad was right after all. You were too scared of the outside world, and the people asked so many questions! Overwhelmed, you decided to slip on a large shirt and go to sleep. Cuddling up under the sheets, your eyes slowly fell into slumber

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Over the past few days, things were normal. Well, at least your version of normal.

Your father came home, but he was much more distant these days, not even giving you the usual spiel every morning, just leaving. You assumed he was more stressed as “smugglers” became more frequent. You didn’t understand it all, but every day you watched the people below, wishing you were them.

Knock. Knock knock. Knock. Knock

You stood up from your chair by the window, confused, as it was still day time, why was your father here? It was the secret knock, but it was far too early for him to be home. You warily made your way to the door, taking your time to unlock the many different forms of protection. As you opened the door, a foot was placed between the doorframe and the space open. You looked up, and you were met face to face with the man from earlier.

“Let me in, sugar.” You stood in shock, allowing him to push past your hold, and allow him in. He shut the door, loudly, behind him.

“Lovely home you have here…” He trailed about the apartment, hand rubbing against furniture and knick knacks.

“W-what are you doing here?” You backed up slowly, your mind racing, how did he know the knock? That was between you and your father only. 

“Can’t pay a visit to a friend?”

“I-I. I don’t understand...” You tried to hide the fear in your voice– keyword, tried. 

“Aw c’mon don’t act like that sweetheart. I see the way you look out that window, I know you’re all lonely here. I know you need someone. And that someone is me, darling.” He sounded deranged, the more he spoke, the weirder you felt. Why did he know so much about you? But, he was right, you were lonely. With no friends to call your own.

“How did you know the knock?” He chuckled and walked closer to you.

“Don’t worry about that sweetheart. Now, how about we go out?” You raised an eyebrow at this suggestion.

“Out?” He was close enough to touch you now, his boots slamming against the floorboards. He was putting his arm around you now.

“Yeah. You drink?” You shook your head, causing him to chuckle.

“‘Course you don’t. Well we can go back to my place and talk, I could make you some food. I got some books you could read.” He pulled you close to him. You looked up at him, a small smirk was on his face as he looked down. You slowly nodded, feeling your insides warm up. A friend! He might’ve been a little creepy, but he seemed so nice. You slowly pulled yourself out of his grip, his arm going up as you moved.

“L-Let me change, first.” You rubbed your hair nervously, and he took a seat, legs spreading wide.

“Take as long as you need to, sweetheart.” You nervously smiled and walked to your bedroom, your nerves making you forget to close the door all the way. You didn’t notice the eyes that watched you remove your shirt and pants.

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You walked by the side of the larger man, you felt so small compared to him. You blurted out the first thing on your mind.

“You never told me your name.” He looked down at you, a small smile creeping on his face.

“Joel. What about you, sweetie?” You told him your name, to which he nodded. You kept looking around at all the people, some giving you a strange look. Joel eventually wrapped his arm around you, keeping you close to him. People never stopped staring at you, it made you slightly insecure. You knew you would stand out. Joel began to rub circles into your back, as if he knew what you were feeling.

Step by step, you grew closer to his apartment, making you nervous, what if you did something wrong? You never had to deal with people. As he pulled out a small key to unlock his door, your heart was thumping in your chest. 

“Home sweet home.” He let you enter first, and you took in the sight around you. It was much dirtier than yours, but not entirely his fault. Everything seemed to be used, or very old. You kept quiet as you eyed the room.

“Come, sit.” He said, very authoritatively. Your feet began walking towards him without any thought, you learned to obey commands like that with your father.

“You want any water?” As you sat, you muttered a small ‘yes please’, which prompted his hands to come up to your chin, making you look at him.

“What was that, sweets?” Your eyes widened slightly, he was very close to your face.

“Y-Yes Joel, please.” He let go, a satisfied smile on his face as he turned around to fix you a glass. Was this friendship? You didn’t know it would be so touchy, but I guess that was normal? You watched him pour the water into a small glass, your eyes fixated on his figure. 

“How old are you, Joel?” You swung your feet in the chair you sat in, waiting for him to come back.

“Well aren’t you curious.” He walked back with a glass of water for you, and a smaller glass of brown liquid for him. “I’m fifty-six. How ‘bout you?”

“Nineteen…” You didn’t realize he was much older than you, he was older than your father!

“Quite a big girl. And you don’t have a job?” Shaking your head, you felt slightly embarrassed.

“My dad won’t let me go out. Never got to go to school, or have friends even. You’re my first.” Joel’s cock twitched at your choice of words, but his demeanor remained nonchalant.

“That’s a shame sweetheart. You’re old enough to have a family, and your dad still won't let you leave?” You looked down, saddened at the reality.

“Does he know you left the house today?” You shook your head, prompting Joel to stand up.

“Such a bad girl. Leaving the home with a stranger.” He drew closer to you.

“I thought you were my friend.” A chuckle left his lips.

“Right. But you still left without permission. That makes you so naughty.” He lifted you up from your seat and made your legs wrap around him, making you jump a little at the touch of his hands against your ass. His face was so close to your own.

“Mmmm. You’re so pretty.” Your face was red, you felt tingly. His lips got close to your own. He placed them on top of yours, you just looked at him while his eyes closed and his tongue moved around. He pulled away and looked at you. He smiled to himself.

“You’ve never kissed anyone, have you?” You shook your head, and he brought you close to his face.

“Move your lips with mine, open your mouth slightly when you feel my tongue.” He whispered to you, softly. Again, he placed his lips against yours, but this time you followed his movements, his mustache tickling the top of your lip, making you giggle. He smiled against your lips before swiping his tongue against your bottom lip. You opened your mouth for him, as he said, and his tongue pushed through your mouth. His tongue swirled with your own, drool coming down your chin. You stayed like this for a while, his hands on your ass, holding you up, your mouths connected one another. He finally pulled away, your body feeling weird as you watched a trail of saliva connect the both of you. Joel put you down on the floor, allowing you to stand.

“Do friends usually do stuff like that?” Joel stayed quiet, for a moment, before nodding.

“Yes, but only friends like me and you. You can’t do that with anyone else, understand?” You nodded, his head patting yours.

“Good girl. Let's get you home before your daddy finds out you left.” 

“Okay Joel.”

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You had made it home before your dad came back, sighing in relief. Over the past few days, however, Joel managed to come shortly after your dad left. You two would go over to his home, talk, do more “friend stuff” as you liked to call it, and he would drop you off.

Today was no different. He knocked, normally, and you knew it would be him. Opening the door, his smile made one appear on your face.

“Joel!” You gave him a large hug, face buried into his beefy chest. He laughed and ruffled your hair.

“Hey sweetie. Look at you, all ready.” he pointed to your outfit as you pulled back, and it made you giggle. You wore jeans, a tight white shirt and a dark green zip up jacket.

“Mhm! I was waiting all morning for my dad to leave so we could hang out!” He laughed and bent down a little, to get to eye level with you.

“Where's my kisses, huh?” You smiled and closed your eyes to kiss him, his tongue slipping in, as you two sloppily kissed for about a minute. He pulled back up and wiped his lips, face looking very satisfied. You giggled at his expression.

“Let's go then, sugar.” He held out his hand for you to grab, which you did, and he led you out of the apartment.

The entire time walking to his home, you never failed to get weird looks. Joel gripped your hand, but you stared at your feet to try to ignore the looks.

“Don’t worry about them sweetheart, they’re jealous.” He led you to his apartment, and let you in. You walked towards the table but he stopped you.

“Come to my bedroom.” Your face was a little confused, but you trusted Joel. Without him, you would be friendless and still alone in your bedroom, rotting away. Following him to the bedroom, you noticed how different he was acting. He seemed more touchy, much more than usual, his hand rubbing your back as you walked in the room, and touching your leg as you sat down.

“I’m gonna teach you something important today.” You paused, very curious to what he was talking about.

“About what?” Your head cocked to the side.

“Male anatomy.” You stared at him with wide eyes, very intrigued at what he was talking about. Your father never taught you much about your own body other than periods. Let alone talking about the male body.

“Okay.” He smiled at you, his hand now on top of yours. He placed it on his lap.

“This right here,” His hand began to move around, your hand feeling a soft body part not attracted to anything. It moved around with your hand, which made him tense. “This is a cock. It’s what men use to go to the bathroom. But it has another purpose. It makes me feel very good.” You were so curious, but as your hand moved at the puppetry of Joel, the body part began to get stiff and harder. Joel groaned under his breath.

“And when I get excited, it gets hard.” You hummed, very intrigued at the idea of that happening.

“Do you wanna see it?” He whispered, your hand still moving against it. 

“Y-Yeah…” He moved your hand to the side and undid his belt, undoing the buttons, and finally unzipping his zipper. Moving his boxers out the way, his cock sprang out, making you jump. It was so. Big. Your eyes widened, you had never seen anything like this before.

“Woah… It looks. Big.” He chuckled at your comment, his cock twitching slightly.

“Give me your hand.” You looked at him, giving him your hand as he held it in his. He put your hand against his cock, your fingers wrapped around it. It was so warm. He moved your hand up and down, the head of his cock disappearing and reappearing under his foreskin. He groaned once more, you looked away from his cock to look at him, making sure it wasn’t hurting.

“Is this okay?” You were unsure of it all, worried that he didn’t like it.

“More than okay, baby. Fuck, you do this so good. But I know how you could make this better.” You stared at his features, his Adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed, his eyes staring at your moving hand.

“How?”

He moved your hand and lifted you up from your seat on the bed, and placed you on the floor, ordering you to be on your knees. Your face was now at eyes-level with his cock, and you could see it much closer. The base was covered in hair, some gray ones mixed in between the black ones. There was a little bit of liquid dribbling out of a small hole at the top of it.

“Come here, princess.” His hand grabbed a fistful of hair, gently, and pushed you towards his cock. 

“Put your mouth on it. Kiss it like you do me.” Your eyes never left it, it was so large and warm, you remained curious about it. You brought your lips to it, and gave it a small kiss. He groaned, the grip on your hair slightly tighter. You began to move your lips across it, and you swirled your tongue around it, making Joel groan louder. You kept doing that, small amounts of drool tracing down his cock, the tip as wet as could be. Joel seemed to grow impatient or was just really excited because he slowly pushed your head down his length. Your mouth felt filled instantly, stretching to accommodate his size. You got no more than three inches down before you started to gag. You tried going back up, but he kept you down there.

“Stay like that, sweetheart, be a good girl for me.” You sputtered and drooled, gagging once more. You had tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but his hold on you was tight and firm. Eventually, he pulled your hair, making you move back up, making you cough from lack of air.

“You’ll get better at that eventually.” Joel grabbed your hair once more, and pushed your mouth back on his cock. He bobbed your head up and down, making sure not to go further than what you couldn’t take. You were drooling so much, his entire cock became wet over how much drool there was. His groans filled the room, bed creaking over how fast he moved you. You shut your eyes and tried to ignore the pain in your jaw, wanting to please your friend Joel. He suddenly pulled your hair back, very roughly, and his free hand began to jerk off in front of your face. You didn’t have time to question it before a semi-white liquid poured all over your face, and almost in your eyes. You flinched and closed your eyes as more of it sprayed on your face, jumping in surprise at each flick. It was warm, and the small amount that got into your mouth was salty. After Joel’s long moans seemed to quiet down, and you no longer felt sprays on your face, you opened your eyes to meet Joel’s. His hand reached your chin as he made you look slightly up towards him.

“Fuck… You look gorgeous sweetheart.” Your cheeks flushed at his words, you felt so confident whenever Joel complimented you. He got up for a second, then handed you a small rag.

“Wipe your face sweetie.” You took the rag, and noticed his cock was still out. While still large, it was smaller now, and more floppy, not as stiff as before. He pulled up his boxers and buttoned up his pants again. He sat down in front of you, your face now clean from his release. He pulled you up to sit on his lap.

“What was that at the end?”

“That's called cum. It happens when I get really excited and I reach the end. It feels really good.”

“Can I do that?”

“Well, not the same way I do. But yes, you can cum too. Not today though, that’s a lesson for another day.”

“Okay Joel….” You smiled and buried your head into his large chest, his hand petting your hair as you snuggled into him. You really liked Joel, your best friend. 

[hopeishappinessff]

Holding Onto Hope: Chapter 53.2

Chris

“It’s that pretty brown round, driving me wild… ooh bitch ya pussy’s ‘bout to get a little greasier. That KY make penetratin’ so much easier…”

I bobbed my head to the music and smirked as I conjured up a freaky little text to send Hope… I was so fucking horny. It was also a struggle for me to keep my eyes open or to even sit up straight for that matter. I wasn’t even tired… but I was all the fucking way gone. Hope had responded back to me over an hour ago, but at that point everything was such a damn blur I couldn’t even see my phone screen straight. I think she may have sent me a picture of her titties, but thanks to the kush in my system I was too paranoid to attempt to take a closer look and risk the boys noticing. I would not hesitate to fight my own homeboy if they saw a naked picture of her on my phone… or anywhere in life for that matter.

The music thumped with even more bass than the club, which gave the girls plenty to shake their asses to. Asses… and titties… and thighs, oh my. I didn’t think Virginia was capable of creating strippers this beautifully crafted. I wasn’t about to risk looking at any of them for too long, but a quick peep here and there couldn’t be much harm.

The boys were all hype around me, even BJ and Kendrick because the music was just that lit… and they were clearly just as gone as me. These niggas were actually standing not too far from me, moving their hands animatedly as they rapped along like they were featured on the damn song.

Dontay was sitting to the left of me, not so subtly making out with one of Rose’s friends. Ashley was her name… maybe. And Rashad was on the couch to the right with the other girl, who’s name I couldn’t remember even if I tried, cuddled up in his lap, whispering in his ear. He was sitting there giggling like a little bitch and I laughed and shook my head as I watched from the corner of my eye. I wondered for a moment where Rose went… with her fine ass. I quickly shook my head, much too quick for my level of intoxication, and squeezed my eyes shut to rid myself of the image of this girl. Even the thought of her being attractive crossing my mind felt like I was cheating, so I needed to get it together before I made myself feel even more guilty.

Parting my lids to look straight ahead, I cursed myself for instantly locking eyes with her. Perhaps if I wasn’t thinking about her in the first place, she would have never appeared… with two shot glasses in her hands, and a smile on her face.

“Take a shot with me?” She half asked, half stated as she stopped about a foot away from me. She projected one of the glasses out directly in my face, but I frowned and sat up a bit straighter, hopefully alerting her of my disinterest in stepping into the realm of alcohol poisoning by drinking anymore liquor.

“Nah, I’m good.” I said… or slurred.

“Please. Just one… before you go.” She had the audacity to pout and look almost sad, not like I cared… she could outright cry in my face and I still wouldn’t care, but this was indeed a whole free shot.

I eyed her left hand for a while, the hand that was sticking straight out in my face with this tempting shot, then I sighed with defeat and struggled to get my own hand and my vision to work together to take it from her grasp. She giggled at the sight of my drunk ass trying to accomplish the most simple task and I guess she decided to make it easier for me by taking a step forward… and turning to plop her ass down right in my lap. I wasn’t exactly sure how to react to that… or to the fact that she turned her body to face me, obviously making herself more comfortable, and raised the shot glass to my lips. I stared dead in this girl’s eyes as I parted my lips, tilted my head back, and swallowed down the shot. First of all, a red flag should have gone up in my mind when this damn shot of liquid fire slithered down my throat like water… and second, three more red flags should have gone up as soon as homegirl took a seat on me.

I should have pushed her off me as soon as she sat down… should have pushed her smooth on the floor. But, it’s as if I was stuck in a trance and absolutely unable to move a muscle as she sat there slowly licking her lips after she’d downed her shot.

“Now… that wasn’t so bad, was it?” She asked with a smile. I shook my head like a dumbstruck little boy and heaved a deep sigh. I hadn’t quite noticed how well-endowed she was on the lower half until she shifted again in my lap. I also hadn’t noticed that I was staring at her wide hips that spread with the weight of her sitting on me… nor did I notice just how slouched I was to give her the perfect angle to sit directly on my crotch.

“I fucking love this song!’ She blurted randomly. Snatching my thirsty, blurred stare from her fat ass I tuned in to the sound of Rick Ross’s Peace Sign and I think perhaps my heart dropped. Whether from the memory of this very same song playing in Magic City the time I took Hope and a fine ass stripper by the name of Lola Devine devoured her pussy like it was her last meal, or from the reality that Rose was now rotating her hips in my lap to the deep bass of the song… my heart was officially in my ass.

“Have you heard this song before?” She asked, peeping over her shoulder to look back at me with a not so innocent smirk on her full lips.

“Yeah.” I muttered, nodding quickly with my eyes focused back on her ass. She giggled and turned to face forward, placing her heels firmly on the floor. Her hands found my knees and she used them to brace herself as she began a slow wine on me and before I knew it, my bottom lip went flying in my mouth and an inaudible ‘shit’ went flying out.

It was like magic the way her ass and hips caught every single beat in the song… she certainly had me hypnotized with her act. Pushing herself up a bit, I paid close attention to the way she hiked her booty up and made it clap right over my dick… which was now obviously very awake. I cursed myself in my mind, shutting my eyes briefly with hopes that it would just fucking go away if I conjured up a quick image of Hope at home, in bed, pregnant, with my child.

But the image unfortunately didn’t materialize quick enough for me to come to my senses… this damn girl had already turned the fuck around and straddled me and my now hard dick.

“Lay me on my back, got my legs wide open like a peace sign.” She leaned forward and sang the chorus softly in my ear, sending chills through my body as she reconnected with my crotch. Did she even have on panties? God I prayed she did… I could not go home with a big wet stain on the front of my damn pants! I was confident that she was doing a great job of turning herself on, or I was turning her on, or fuck… was that her damn tongue on my neck!

“Rose, chill.” I mumbled feebly, too weak for her to even hear… or too weak for her to take me serious.

“What happens in this club tonight, doesn’t have to make it home to your girl,” She whispered with her lips pressed gently against my ear, “I’ll make sure she never finds out.”

She caught my earlobe and the entire diamond stud in it in her mouth and suckled then let it go and pressed her lips against it.

“Rose…” “Nigga!” I could hear the voice of a man somewhere in front of me, but Rose was practically full on riding me at this point so I couldn’t see anything past her.

She sat up suddenly with her hands still pressed against my shoulders. How the fuck did I even get this slouched in this damn chair? I caught the tail end of her wink before her playful smirk fell into a frown and she glanced back over her shoulder. Reluctantly, and I mean with extreme reluctance, she lifted herself off me with a roll of her eyes. She wasn’t all that quick to adjust her dress, especially in the front… where only I could just barely make out her bald pussy. She really wasn’t wearing any panties! Fuck… I was terrified to look down at my pants.

“Bruh, what the fuck?” It was Kendrick who’d come along to save the day and I came pretty close to standing up and embracing him in a hug. Instead, he pulled me up to my feet and I quickly latched a hand onto the arm of the small couch to balance myself.

“You good dawg?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Bruh,” I shook my head slowly and stared up at the dark ceiling, “Please don’t take this the wrong way… I need you to look at the front of my pants…”

He was silent for a while… like a long ass while and with my head still tilted up, I cut my eyes at him and he burst into laughter. I mean this guy doubled over and held onto my arm, he was laughing that hard.

“Shit man… wooooo I didn’t realize yo ass was this funny,” He said after about two full minutes of laughter, “I peeped your shit when ole girl stood up. You good… you got a lil bit of an issue that you may need to handle before you get home and Sy and wonders why the fuck you just excited and shit, but you good though. She ain’t have no draws on, huh?”

I shook my head and sighed “I can’t even believe that just happened.”

“Believe it homie,” He chuckled, slapping a hand down on my shoulder, “That girl been eyeing you all night long. And I had some fucking bubble butt ass stripper come for me… that’s why it took me so long to come save you!”

I laughed and shook my head yet again “I think it’s time to head home man.”

He agreed before I could finish the sentence and turned in the opposite direction of Rose and her friend, who’d huddled together not too far from where the third friend, Ashley I believe, sat in Dontay’s lap with her face wedged in the crook of his neck. Rashad kept a close eye on the other friend who stood with Rose, like one of us was gonna take the girl from him… I shook my head at the thought. Nobody wanted any of these females… at all.

“Aye dawg, will you let Don’s twisted ass know we heading out?” BJ chuckled, leaning in close to speak to Rashad over the blare of the music. I didn’t bother to stick around to wait for a response. Kendrick and I both quietly made our way out of the section and we just about made it to the door before I heard BJ calling out to us from behind. There was no way I was gonna risk turning around to catch eyes with that girl again… BJ was just gonna have to hurry his ass up before he got left.

Thankfully Kendrick chose to drive his car this evening… or morning, and that made it much easier for us to hightail it out of there without having to wait for Dontay and Rashad. Rose seriously had my ass spooked at this point, so I was prepared to walk home if I had to just to get away from her. Sure the girl was drop dead gorgeous, had a body that could kill, and smelled like heaven… but she wasn’t my cup of tea. I’d gotten a good taste of that life back in Georgia and thanks to my careless ways, I almost cost myself the love of my life… and my life.

It became quite a task to not throw up with the way everything was spinning all around me. The car even seemed to be going much faster than it was, or maybe Kendrick really was speeding because he was pretty fucked up himself. Whatever the case… I shut my eyes for most of the ride and even then I had to will myself not to puke.

Somehow I ended up passed out by the time we pulled up to the house and I just about slept right through the feeling of one of the boys shaking the shit out of my arm. “Breezy, nigga! Get your ass up bro!” I couldn’t tell which one of them it was, but I really needed him to shut the fuck up. With a miserable groan, I opened my eyes into the tiniest slits and stared into thick darkness. Was it possible that I’d drank so much that I lost my eyesight?

“What the fuck.” I muttered, feeling an odd sensation rub against my lips as I spoke. I could feel my cheek pressed against something as well… where the hell was I?

“Man, maybe we should just leave him here. At least we know he’s safe… but I need to go lay my ass down.” Another voice from behind me. Why weren’t these voices explaining to me where I was?

“Nah, ‘cause if Mama or Auntie see him out here in the morning… we all gettin’ cussed out!” Somebody smacked their lips with obvious irritation and I felt a hard hit followed by throbbing pain to the back of my right leg. With a frown, I moved my head back a bit further and shifted to my right, then I suddenly felt like I was falling for all of one second… then my entire right side throbbed.

“Shit!” I exclaimed. Whoever was standing near me burst out laughing and I struggled, really struggled, to lift my head and look back. Through a blurry haze I made out the shapes of what looked like Kendrick hunched over laughing and BJ leaned up against the side of the car laughing just as hard. The car… if BJ was leaning against the side of the car, that meant I must have been somewhere inside it.

Turning my head again, I realized that I was still in the car… and that I’d just rolled onto the floor from the back seat. I would have laughed at my own self, had my big ass not been wedged so tight between the back seat and the front.

“Niggas… help me…” I struggled to breathe as I waited for them to calm down with all the laughter and grab ahold of my legs so they could literally yank me out of the car. And they did just that… until I ended up face first on the ground, halfway in the grass and halfway on the driveway. I laid there cracking the hell up at myself, eventually managing to roll over and spot Kendrick laid out on the ground right beside me laughing himself to tears and BJ leaned over the back of the trunk hollering.

“Yoooo, we need to get the fuck in the house before the neighbors come out here. We look like we trynna rob this car right now, but we was too stupid to finish the job!” BJ snorted.

“Aww shit, get up dawg… get up!” Kendrick exclaimed, struggling to make his way onto his own feet. There was no way I was gonna be able to do that… no way at all. So I laid there and continued to laugh until him and BJ came along and collected me from the ground… and man was it a struggle. I think we fell about three more times, all because their drunk asses were trying to keep my drunk ass up. By the grace of God we made it up the steps of the porch and they propped me against the paneled wall beside the door until they could figure out how to get in the house.

“Fuck bro, we ain’t got no key!” BJ whispered harshly.

“I do.” I whispered back. “Nigga why you whispering?” Kendrick asked.

“He fuckin’ whispered.” I slurred.

“Gimme the key, foolish ass.” BJ laughed. My squinted eyes darted to the front left pocket of my pants and I smirked as I slowly looked up at Kendrick.

“Man dawg,” He smacked his lips and shook his head reluctantly, “Why we keep being so damn intimate tonight?”

The way he said that shit, was fucking hilarious… so I cackled like a hyena and leaned back from the wall, only managing to miss the ground when BJ flew forward and caught me by my shoulders. He barely kept me up as he shook from his own laughter and Kendrick chuckled right along with us as he turned his head and reached into my pocket.

Again, only by the grace of God did we somehow find our way not only through both the screen door and the large oak door, but upstairs and into the hallway right outside of Hope’s room too. How we managed to get up the stairs without breaking our necks was all a blur, but with my persistence to be by Hope’s side we all put in some serious team work to make it happen.

Kendrick pushed the door open and I stumbled my way in, bumping into the dresser closest to the door with a thud.

“Chill out man!” BJ whispered.

“Shut your ass up!” I whispered back harshly and in a slur, “Who the fuck is that?”

They both turned their attention to Hope’s bed and we all stared on quietly at the sight of two bodies sprawled out in the bed, one obviously belonging to Hope.

“It’s gotta be one of the girls.” It was BJ who took off first toward the bed and Kendrick who stayed behind to keep me propped safely against the dresser.

“It’s Dez.” He whispered from the other side of the room where he stood near the bed, peering down at her like a creep.

“You look like a fucking murderer bro.” Kendrick whispered, which started a chain reaction of laughter. What none of us were expecting, however, was for her crazy ass to actually wake up…

“BJ… the fuck you doing standing over me like that? Nigga, if you don’t move!” She half yelled, swinging an arm out from beneath the blanket she had tossed halfway over her head.

He quickly flinched back away from her, narrowly avoiding her flailing arm “Whoa girl, chill.” “Chill my ass! Why the fuck are you even in here… at four in the morning?” She was entirely too alert now and for two seconds, I almost regretted coming in here in the first place.

“This nigga insisted that we bring his ass up here.” He said, tossing an incrementing finger in my direction.

Destani, being the drama queen that she was, sat all the way up in the bed now and decided to go the indiscreet route by snatching on the bedside lamp to her left.

“Chris… Kendrick… what the fuck?” She glared across the room at us, arms crossed over her chest like an angry black mother seconds away from scolding her children.

“Look man, can you either make space for him between ya’ll or come all the way up out the bed so homeboy can lay down? He fucking heavy as shit!” Kendrick exclaimed. I chuckled because I hadn’t even realized that I’d leaned back away from the dresser and put just about all my weight against him.

“Destani…” Though I could barely see straight enough to make out her face, that beautifully gentle voice would never fail to command my attention, “What’s going on?”

“Your extremely intoxicated ass boyfriend and his obnoxious friends just got back. This block headed nigga had his babysitters bring him up here to you.” She fussed. Now her voice on the other hand annoyed me and left me frowning and glaring right back at her. “Shut the fuck up Dez.” I mumbled.

“No you shut the fuck up nigga. Nobody told you dumbasses to come bombarding your way in here making all this noise at fucking four in the morning. Why are ya’ll even getting back this late anyway?” Her voice continued to piss me off, but I was thankful that she was finally climbing her ass out of my spot in the bed.

“Don’t fucking worry about it…��� Using the side of the dresser to tug myself off of Kendrick, I stood up straight and lingered there for a moment until I could figure out how to keep myself balanced so I could make my way over to the bed.

“Did you guys really just get back?” I heard Hope ask. I think she was sitting up in the bed now as well, but I couldn’t risk even peeping through my peripheral… that would surely through me off balance and I would quickly end up face down on the floor. Eventually Kendrick came to my aide, both responding to Hope and getting me over to the bed. He may not have thought I noticed the little nudge he gave me when I was within range to land on the bed, but I did… his ass pushed me. But whatever, this bed felt like sex.

“This guy is gonna need to sleep this off for like three days.” BJ chuckled.

“Get the fuck out BJ.” I muttered, face halfway wedged into the softest damn comforter I’d ever felt in life. He laughed louder then, as did Kendrick from the other side of the room, but he took heed to my drunken words and made his way over to the door.

“Thank you boys for getting him home safely. Are Dontay and Rashad downstairs?” Hope asked.

“Nah, them hoes still out.” Kendrick laughed.

“Hmph, well let me go lock the deadbolt so they can’t get in here,” Destani mumbled, swiftly brushing past them, “And when I get back up here, ya’ll better not be in that guest room.”

“Ain’t nobody going in there girl.” Kendrick yelled out after her. They both trailed out into the hall behind her, shutting the door behind themselves.

I could feel sleep creeping up on me like a thief in the night and I sure did welcome it with open arms. Even with my eyes closed I could still feel the room swirling all around me, but in the battle between sleep and nausea… sleep was quickly winning.

“Charlie?”

My head was turned toward the large window on the other side of the room and I simply didn’t have it in me to lift it and face her. Hell, I barely had it in me to respond.

“Hmm?”

“Did you have a good night?” There was a smile in her voice, that I could tell. The thought of it resting on her perfect lips made me smile… but I still couldn’t bring myself to face her.

“Mmhm…”

She giggled and I suddenly felt my hat disappear from the top of my head. The last thing I remember was the feeling of her leaning over me to shut off the light to my right. Then I felt her silky smooth lips against my temple…

“Goodnight Charlie.”

[soldierstark]

The Makeup Challenge | COLE SPROUSE X READER

Description / Request: After not posting a video for a while on her Youtube channel, the reader decides to film a challenge with her newfound friend Cole Sprouse. Her very, attractive, famous, friend.

Word Count: 1593

“Yo hoes,” I greeted winking at the camera a few feet in front of me. “It’s been a while. What’s up?” I paused for moment pretending someone was answering back. “Nice. Anyways I’m here today with a very special guest and you’ll never guess who it is.”

I looked over at the other side of the room which was out of camera shot. “That’s your cue,” I said monotonously shaking Cole out of his reverie. He ran and jumped onto my bed which is what we decided to sit on for my video.

Cole grabbed my face and pressed our cheeks together flashing a heart stopping smile at the camera. “Hi everyone. I’m Dylan Sprouse and you’re watching Disney Channel.”

I pushed him away and giggled. “No but seriously, I’m here with Cole Mitchell Sprouse. Not Dylan as you can probably tell by the hair. And today we’re going to be doing to makeup challenge!”

“Wooooo,” Cole cheered mockingly.

I rolled my eyes. “Anyways, we still haven’t decided who’s going to do whose makeup yet soooo,” I trailed of looking at Cole.

He shrugged his shoulders. “We could flip a coin or something.”

I nodded my head. “Seems fair.” I stood up off of my bed and went over to my dresser. I started digging around my wallet until I found a nickel.

I sat back down on the bed and held up the coin so the camera could see it. “I couldn’t find a quarter but here’s a nickel that counts.” I looked over at Cole who was watching me intently with a smile. “What?”

“Nothing,” he replied shaking his head. “If it lands on tails I’ll beat your face.” He looked into the camera. “Not that kind of beat guys.”

I laughed and flipped the coin. “Heads. So today I’ll be beating Cole’s face. Warning to those of you who are actually good at makeup, this video will trigger you. You’ll see in a second why I never do my own makeup for events.”

Cole and I turned so we were sitting crisscross applesauce, facing each other. “Now there’s not really much to fix here as Cole is already gorgeous as hell, so we’re just doing this for the heck of it.”

I stared intently at Cole’s face trying to figure out what I was going to do. I noticed his cheeks turn a faint shade of pink. “Aw he’s blushing how cute.”

“I’m only blushing because you’re staring at my face like you’re going to eat it!” Cole said defensively, his voice raising an octave.

I gasped. “I was not! Whatever, so we’re going to start out with some concealer under Cole’s eyes because I don’t actually have foundation. And primer, never heard of her.”

I took the applicator and dabbed the concealer under Cole’s eyes. “I would like to point out how (Y/N) isn’t even using brushes,” Cole announced as I rubbed the concealer in with my fingers.

“Do you want me to poke you in the eye,” I said looking up at him. He shook his head no. “Thought so,” I laughed.

I leaned away from Cole and grabbed some pressed powder and a brush. “Now we’re going to cover his face in this stuff.”

I moved closer to him and started sweeping the brush all over his face. He closed his eyes and smiled contently, enjoying the feeling of the soft brush on his face probably. “You know, everyone who’s watching this is probably wondering how you know me,” I said moving on to mascara.

“Well,” Cole started. “Once upon a time I was stupid and woke up late for my panel at Vidcon. I was running around the convention center like a crazy person when I ran into (Y/N).”

I stopped doing his mascara and looked into the camera. “And when he says he ran into me, he means that literally. I saw spots because I hit my head so hard on the ground,” I added with a laugh.

“And that’s the story of how (Y/N) met me, and got her first and only concussion,” Cole concluded smiling at the camera. “She wasn’t even happy to see me.”

I grabbed his face and turned it so I could finish his mascara. “Did you expect me to be?” I asked confused.

“Well, yea,” he replied shyly. “I don’t know, it’s just that ever since I can remember, anytime I ran into a girl, even boys sometimes, they’d always get really excited and grin like maniacs.”

I snorted. “That’s because you and your identical twin are celebrity’s dumbass. Here, close your eyes so I can put some eyeshadow on you.”

Cole complied and pouted. “Then why weren’t you exited to meet me?”

“Well you did give me a concussion for starters,” I said bluntly.

Cole opened his light blue eyes and stared straight into mine with a raised eyebrow. “And?” he asked sounding intrigued.

I sighed and put down the eyeshadow and brush. “I thought you were a prick,” I answered shrugging my shoulders.

“What?” he screeched in a high pitched voice.  “Why?”

“Key word Cole, thought,” I said emphasizing the last syllable. “You’ve been a celebrity since you were what 13 years old? I figured anyone who had a god like status for as long as you have would be a condescending dick to us mortals.”

Cole scoffed though I could tell he was fighting back a smile. “I would never be so quick to judge a person like that.”

“Oh really,” I said suspiciously quirking an eyebrow. “So you’re telling me that when we first met, you didn’t make any snap judgements about me?”

Cole’s cheeks went pink and diverted his gaze away from me. “I didn’t say that.”

“What were they?” I asked, once again bringing his face towards me. I uncapped some chap-stick and started smearing it on his lips, my heartbeat steadily increasing at our close proximity.

“I don’t want to say,” he mumbled after I finished applying the chap-stick.

I looked behind me on the bed and grabbed my supplies for eyebrows.  “Why not,” I said looking back at him. “You have to tell me now.” I sat up on my knees and moved closer so that his eyebrow were at my nose level.

“No I don’t,” he argued. I could feel his breath on my neck, making me shiver slightly. I tried to keep my focus on his eyebrows but man was I struggling.

“Yes you do Cole. I told you what I thought about you! It’s only fair,” I explained sitting back on my heels.

“It’s not that important. It wasn’t bad or anything (Y/N).”

I crossed my arms over my chest and smiled smugly. “Then you shouldn’t have a problem telling me. We stared at each other in silence for a moment, neither of us moving an inch. That includes blinking.

“Fine,” Cole conceded in defeat. I cheered and clapped my hands together in excitement.

He let out a sigh and brushed a piece of his dyed black hair out of his face. “I just, thought you were really pretty. I still do but, when I looked down and saw you on the floor clutching your head, I was kinda… shocked.”

I grinned and didn’t even try to hide the pink tinge in my cheeks. “Really?”

“Yea,” Cole sighed looking me in the eye. “That’s why I was so quiet, well, quieter when we first became friends. You made me nervous. I thought you’d be a little bit stuck up and proper, but you’re the complete opposite of that.”

Hearing him say this gave me an odd feeling in my chest. I’ve had it before, and I knew what it meant, but I didn’t know if I wanted to face up to it. Though as it turns out I didn’t have too.

Cole brought his hand up to the back of my neck and brought his lips down to mine tentatively. I smiled into the kiss and wrapped an arm around his neck, drawing him closer to me.

His lips were soft and warm against mine, I felt thousands of emotions exploding in my chest. Cole snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me against him electing a low moan from me. I ran my fingers through his hair pressing his lips even harder onto mine. We were like two pieces of a puzzle that had just been put together.

I lost my balance on the unevenness of my bed and fell onto my back, subsequently dragging Cole down with me. I could feel his toned chest press against mine as we continued to kiss.    I bit his lip playfully and earned a low groan from him. This felt amazing and I couldn’t remember a kiss ever feeling this way.

That’s when I realized what we were doing. I pushed Cole off of me and sat up straight with a gasp. “The camera!” I screeched and covered my mouth with my hand.

Cole sat up as well and moved so he was next to me. I almost laughed out loud at his hair which was now completely disheveled. That paired with the sub-par makeup look I gave him. “Oh crap it’s still filming isn’t it?”

I stood up off of my bed and went to turn it off. “Looks like we’re going to have to do this again tomorrow.”

I could see Cole waggling his eyebrows in a suggestive way from where I was standing. “The makeup challenge dumbass,” I said rolling my eyes playfully. “But that too.”

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