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[yoursweetsix66]

Butcher and Kessler’s exclusive guide on how to fuck your friends (pt. 1)

Heyy, so this is just straight up old man porn, but then again this is my blog, what else did you expect me to post? Sorry if this sucks, it was written and beta read in an hour while absolutely baked off my ass. Anyway enjoy ig lmao!

“For a guy grinding his cock against my thigh, you sure talk a lot..” Joe breathed out. They’d been at this for what had to be an hour now; Butcher grinding his hips against Kessler’s, loud grunts and groans filling the dim room. 

“Fuck off.” Butcher growled in Kessler’s ear, leaning in to bite the column of his throat. He left a trail of bites and deep purple bruises up Joe’s neck, gripping his hair roughly as he pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. Butcher wasn’t entirely sure how he’d lasted this long when all he could think about was how good Joe felt under him. The way his thighs tensed every time Butcher bucked his hips, the way his head fell back against the couch cushions and his brow tensed when Billy reached his hand between them to grope Kessler through his slacks, everything was just so good. He wanted to come so badly, but he wanted this feeling to last forever, he wanted to keep himself in this state of constant bliss. He shifted himself in Joe’s lap so he could grind his cock against Kessler’s, trying to get the perfect amount of friction for both of them, and damn he succeeded. Joe practically growled into Butcher’s ear, his hands coming down hard on Billy’s ass, helping him angle his hips just right. Billy slung his arms around Joe’s neck, his own head falling forward at the new sensation. Butcher stayed that way for a short while before the realization of his rapidly approaching orgasm hit him like a train. He reached down, trying to undo the button on his jeans while Joe was still moving his hips.

“The fuck are you doing?” Joe shoved Billy’s hands out of the way, looking accusingly at him. 

“I’m takin’ my clothes off; ‘that a problem?”

“Yes, it’s a fuckin’ problem. I’m not stopping just so you don’t cream your jeans, Butcher. You should’ve thought about that before you started this little game.” Kessler pulled Billy in for another rough kiss, all teeth and tongues. Billy groaned into Joe’s mouth, the intensity of his orgasm sending his mind spiraling. He planted his fingers firmly in Joe’s hair, tugging harshly as his cock twitched and spasmed in the confines of his jeans. “There you go, just like that, Butcher.” Kessler bucked his hips against Billy’s, moaning loudly into Billy’s neck. A few more sharp thrusts upward and Joe’s hips were stuttering against Butcher’s, his breath coming in short bursts as he rode out his intense high. Billy shifted slightly as the wet spot in his jeans became uncomfortable. He pressed his lips to Joe’s, lazily running his hands over his broad chest, feeling it slowly rise and fall. 

“Y’alright?” Joe nodded in response, slipping his hands under the back of Billy’s shirt, feeling over the expanse of warm skin. 

“I need a drink,” Joe tilted his head back, resting it against the back of the couch. Billy stood from Kessler’s lap, his legs wobbling slightly as he walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of liquor. Billy handed the bottle to Joe, who immediately took a long sip from it. “This all you have?” Billy nodded, sitting next to Kessler on the couch. Joe sighed, placing the bottle on the coffee table and standing in front of Butcher. “Come on.”

“Where?” Billy opened his eyes, looking at Kessler. Joe patted his hand on the inside of Butcher’s thigh, urging him to stand.

“A bar, liquor store, I don’t give a shit. As long as they have better booze than you do.” He shot back playfully. Butcher stood, shrugging off his shirt and undoing the button on his jeans. 

“Not goin’ anywhere without a shower.” Butcher’s eyes looked over Kessler’s disheveled form. “Come on, then,” Butcher looked over his shoulder at Joe, who finally got the idea and followed Butcher into the bathroom of the dingy apartment.

[livingsock]

Here’s a wip, see y’all in the next 50 years

[gummy-axolotl]

Feeling gay for a certain someone

[graysongraysoff]

not to be a brat bc like i know i could have done more to keep my gen content server engaging and the fact that it's basically a wasteland is like more or less entirely my fault

however

there's just something about the fact that the one person who does post in there every now and then is always posting like. decidedly Not gen art lmfao.

[visenyaism]

seven years ago in the name of tolerating free speech from all political perspectives my nasty ass evil university let an army of tiki torch wielding nazis shouting jews will not replace us march through grounds threatening the lives of students and community members with zero police presence. and today they retroactively changed campus policy around tents so they could send in the cops to bust up the gaza memorial vigil. genuinely fucking stomach turning

[angeloftheafterlife]

would u guys believe if I said I’m actually not that good at affection…

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Suddenly, bell bottoms aren't so bad

Bonus sketch, because I had to vv

"Stop checking out my assistant, Stanley."

[chloesimaginationthings]

I can’t wait to see mangle in the FNAF 2 movie,,

[haliaiii]

Please tell me I’m not the only one who sees this

[sciderman]

How did your meeting go with the surgeons?

it was memorable

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Tis but a flesh wound!

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[magnificent-winged-beast]

November 5th first Aid Kit

I'm recently unemployed, but I only can think It's November 4 and yet, I feel unprepared for tomorrow.

[strawberryyyenthusiast]

More of my diabetic Steve verse!

Steve, who doesn’t realize that Eddie is super famous and robin who could literally not care any less.

Steve and Eddie exchange numbers and text all of the time. It takes a week for Eddie to crack and send this message:

Eddie: Please for the love of god let me take you on a date I need to wine and dine you so hard I think I might pass out

Steve obviously says yes.

Eddie takes them to a small diner because he doesn’t want to risk being seen by crazy fans who somehow always find out where he is. If Eddie is being honest, he blames twitter.

Eddie gets there to find Steve already sitting at a booth, fiddling with something on his phone. His glasses are sliding down his nose again and he is wearing a Wham! graphic t-shirt and light wash jeans. He stands up once he notices Eddie and flashes a huge grin, which causes Eddie to also smile.

They both sit down on their respective sides of the table and get comfortable, making small talk. It takes a bit, but Eddie notices that Steve has the menu pulled up on his phone and laughs.

“Doing some homework?”

Steve looks confused for a second before glancing down.

“Oh yeah! I always make sure to look at it beforehand whenever I go out to make sure that I have options depending on my blood sugar level.”

“What’s your… number, is that the correct term, now?”

Steve nods enthusiastically. “Yes! And let me check.” Steve pulls out a cute green pouch and takes out a bunch of supplies. “I just changed my CGM—“ At Eddie’s confused look, he says, “My glucose monitor. It’s not completely synced yet so I can’t rely on my pod to tell me what level I’m actually at.”

After he says that, Steve cleans his finger with an alcohol wipe, lets it dry, and then pricks his finger. He squeezes the pad of his ring finger and blood pools to the surface.

“Yikes. I’m gonna have to give myself a correction or two.”

Steve cleans up the space but leaves his pouch out, and then wraps a sparkly bandaid on his finger.

“What’s a correction?”

Eddie feels dumb. He wishes he knew more about diabetes and actually researched it before showing up to the diner with no prior knowledge.

“I just give myself a little extra insulin to make my blood sugar go down. I’m flirting with 250 right now and I really want a burger.”

—

The date passes swimmingly and the two men find themselves sitting in the same booth at the same diner, but on the same side. Their hands are intertwined and Steve wrapped up half of his meal to take home.

“I made this for you!” Steve says suddenly. He grabs a stack of stapled papers and hands them to Eddie. “I made you a ‘diabetes guide!’ Since I plan on our relationship being permanent, it would give me peace of mind if you knew what to do in case of an emergency.”

Steve begins thumbing through the packet and explaining everything, but Eddie can hardly focus.

Not with Steve clutching his hand or with him wanting their relationship to become “permanent.”

“Hey, are you okay?” Steve waves his hand in front of Eddie’s face. “I understand if this is a dealbreaker or whatever, but I just like you so much and I want to be your boyfriend as of two weeks ago.”

Eddie just blinks. Then he smiles. “We only met a week ago, Stevie.”

Steve blushes, tucks some hair behind his ear. “I know that. I just had a feeling that I would meet the one.”

“Yeah?” A pause. “Can I kiss you?”

Steve releases a breath. Puts his hand on Eddie’s cheek.

“I thought you’d never ask. I hope you don’t mind the taste of hamburger.”

Eddie laughs before lunging forward.

—

As they head back to Steve’s apartment hand in hand, Eddie tells him about his more than ordinary job. Explains what might happen when people see them together.

Steve just laughs and says, “I’ve fought literal monsters from hell, I can handle anything.”

Eddie falls more in love than he knew possible.

[purplewrym]

“ there in the distance I see an island! I see a light that faintly glows!”

DOES POLITES HAVE THE EYES OF A HAWK????

[freshgreenmilk]

live in my broken world.

[soarrenbluejay]

Supervillains for a community. (Well, except those jerks over in Gotham, insular lot, but they’re they’re one problem) Of course they do- supervillains are a group defined by strong opinions and a willingness to see them through, often with a healthy dash of societal failures and trauma as a catalyst.

The fentons, while not active even on the online message boards, are well known and explosive when they do show up, full of fascinating insights and hours long rants on mad science on hair pin turns courtesy of that ADHD attention span. Bit of the cryptids you feel honored to bump into kind of deal. Besides, like a good quarter of the community as it aged, they’d settled down and had kids (not necessarily in that order) and taken it very seriously! Out in the middle of nowhere, where even the most fearsome government outpost members, the local branch of the IRS, quake before them in fear. Out of the way.

Reveal gone okay-ish, Danny moves to Gotham still to get some air bc now things are Akward and he landed that engineering scholarship which is loads better than any other college would give him with his track record. So- the mysterious Fenton children are finally crawling out of hiding! Everyone is psyched! And roll in to Gotham en masse to witness the fireworks!

Except Danny is Determined To Be Normal. He’s had enough of the throwing himself into harms way shit for a lifetime- he wants to be free to peacefully built Rube Goldberg machines and unintentional increasingly complex bombs to his hearts content. JAZZ, on the other hand- the coveted token Normal One, has finally snapped! She’s watched her baby brother she practically raised throw himself into danger over and over and could do nothing, and now that she’s exposed to this whole network of superheroes outside of small town Amnity, some of those uglier emotions are coming out. And boy is she pissed! And can’t afford to show it much while filing the paperwork to have Arkham legally razed to the ground!

See I love this idea of like, niches in superhero society. A villain the heroes know they can plop their kiddo down with for an exciting afternoon brawl while they take care of a particularly grisly case and come back to a few hours later ranting about some new life lesson and a new move they really want to try. A villain who has a functioning moral compass despite their somewhat batshit long term goal and you can contact to fuck with another villains’s plan so they can laugh at them and you can have an easy afternoon. One who pries up hostile architecture and fills in pot holes, idk man. Get creative here, there’s such potential!

So Jazz becomes a Training villain- someone the heroes know their sidekicks will walk away from in a fight 100% of the time, usually with some new lesson to ponder and only a couple of bruises. Sometimes even snacks!

She also absolutely ambushes mentors to check that they’re worth the kiddo, which they appreciate once they get over being jumped in a dark alley by a 7 foot Amazon trained force of nature. They are not used to being on that side of the jumping, it’s a little unnerving.

(Yes, she low key adopts Shazam upon checking in with him on cursory ‘is the main hero of this city and asshole’ checkin. Yes, the super clones get yoinked out from under Superman’s negligent thumb to go have a blast with Ellie. What about it?)

This however only encourages more assorted weirdos to crawl out of the woodwork. It’s not often one of their own forfeits their potential spot for the running of the coveted Most Normal I Swear prize, but when they do it’s bound to be good! But jazz is off hounding various heroes and punching the faces in of pedophiles and shit whenever there’s no cape within easy reach, and so is a mite bit harder to contact than Danny, who has innocently gotten an apprenticeship under a clockworker for access to their workshop and is gleefully going about doing nerdy shit with great abandon.

Plus this is Gotham. No one gives a shit if someone in the Mad Alchemist uniform and still smoking from their latest experiment pokes their head in a window to bother the local shrimp teen- none of the usual social rules apply, everyone’s crazy here! So everyone drops any and all attempts at masking and just acts their genuine unhinged selves, much to the alarm of the Bats and frustration of Danny.

Bc he cannot get these mfers to go. Away. Even liberal use of the creep stick has little effect when the interloper is calibrated for an opponent with super speed or laser vision or whatever, and he’s trying to maintain his guise as a Normal College Student Do No Investigate.

So he calls in the big guns. He’s not super active in the supervillain kids group chat ever since things in amnity calmed the fuck down post becoming King and then immediately using a loophole that says he will not take the throne until he is grown, as defined by finishing learning his trade a la the medieval standards Pariah set up. So he can just take his sweet ass time with his graduate degree and out of inter dimensional bull shit that much longer! Point is, he hasn’t taken the chance to rant over there in a while, so his Crazy friends are getting a lil worried.

The change to come over and shout at their batshit crazy but (mostly) well meaning parent AND see Danny? Score!

The bats, however, are getting awfully suspicious about this one kid that villains from all over the country are flocking to, especially young and upcoming ones as of recently! And he’s acting his engineering course- all the worst rogues are known to have flown through their PhD studies prior to Cracking. They seem to have a real problem on their hands with this Fenton guy.