#is top right drawing from cam..

[insufferable-homestuck]

i have a very strong suspicion on who the person who left top right was. a very strong one

send me anonymous drawings ( that are most of the time penises ) TODAY !!

[meatlessmcmuffin]

twitter suspends me for "violent speech" seconds after i make a joke about tapeworm physiology but the overwhelming amount of people who responded to wednesdays shooting by blaming lewistons somali community are just fine? fuck offff

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Lunch Break

Warnings: age gap, smut, belly bulge, cam girl reader, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You’d been working for James for about three months now. He needed an assistant and you needed a job, you didn’t realize you’d be working for the James Hetfield but he made it easy to get used to.

James loved having you as his assistant. You helped him around the house, helped him with band stuff, money stuff. Anything and everything he needed help with you were there.

However, you had a lunch break everyday. This wouldn’t be an issue, it’s not really an issue anyway, though it does confuse James.

Instead of just sticking around and ordering food like he figured you would since he lives in a fairly remote area you hurry off somewhere and he doesn’t see you until your lunch is over.

If you asked for more time he’d happily let you have longer but you never seemed to need it, never asked.

One day he decided to follow you, just to see what you were really doing.

You went through the day as per usual, talking and helping, doing what you can and what he asked and when the clock hit 12:00pm you went for lunch.

You snuck out the back, there was a small porch out there and James figured you’d just sit down but you didn’t. You went down the stairs and started on your way across the field. James made sure to keep his distance so as not to alarm you and followed you all the way to the forested area surrounding a nearby creek.

With the trees it was easier to hide.

James watched as you set yourself up. You’d brought a bag out here which seemed to hold a lot. A blanket, tripod and what looked to be toys. Obviously this intrigued James.

You set up your phone and soon started filming yourself. Starting off more vanilla and just looking around. Then your top came off, revealing your smooth chest, plush and supple skin free in the wind.

It was when you revealed what was under your skirt, or rather what wasn’t under your skirt, that James decided to make his presence known.

“Well what do we have here?” He came out into the open and smiled when you scrambled to cover yourself.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t-“

“Didn’t what?” He interrupted. “Didn’t mean to? Didn’t think I’d find out?” You but your lip, thighs helplessly squeezing together. “Needy, are we?” He sat next to you, tilting the camera down so no one could see his face. “Could’ve just asked, you know” he said, sliding his hand up and down your thigh before spreading your legs, giving him full view of your glistening cunt. “I would’ve been more than happy to help you out” he slid a thick finger between your folds, teasing your clit.

You gasped softly. “I didn’t know-“ you were cut off by a moan as he push his finger into you. “It-it’s live…” you said, giving him a warning.

James shrugged. “I’ve done worse than fuck my assistant on camera.” Without warning he started roughly fucking you with his fingers, pushing in a second and then a third, poking and prodding at your gummy insides until your back arched and your eyes rolled back, loud noises ripping from your throat out into the openness.

“That’s a good girl” he praised. “No need for silicone when you’ve got me, right?” You looked up at him with big eyes as he took his belt off.

James held his belt in his hands for a moment. He stared at you, thinking of his next move before taking your hands and tying them together with the leather strap.

Once you were properly restrained he stripped and held himself over you. “Aren’t you just the sweetest thing, hm? Thinking I wouldn’t find out about your little videos” he teased your hole with his cock, his big tip already stretching you out so perfectly.

“Fuck~ gimme more” you gleamed, grinning up at him. James didn’t wait to give you what you wanted, eagerly filling you to the brim, going balls deep in you with one thrust. Your eyes crossed and your belly bulged.

James hips snapped ruthlessly in and out of you, drawing more noises than you knew you could make out of you. He had your knees by your ears and your ass in the air, his big hands holding your hips in a bruising grip, occasionally smacking your ass. “Dirty fucking slut, recording yourself getting fucked on my property? This is what you wanted all along, you wanted me to come out here and find you and fuck you good and hard, huh?”

“Fuck! Please, feels s’good” you cried.

“Oh, fuck, what is it?” He grunted, smacking your ass again and causing you to yelp. “Bitch wants to cum?” You nodded, hands twitching in their restraints as his hips continuously rammed into you.

Your eyes rolled back again and you came. James pulled out and rubbed his tip on your clit, helping you ride out your high and reaching his own along the way, hot, white liquid spurting onto your stomach.

You reached for the camera but James got it first. He held it to show you, running his hand over your stomach and spreading his cum around. “Look at that, wish that was inside of you, huh?” He smiled down at you.

He gave your phone back and your turned it off. When you weren’t looking James started licking you clean, shamelessly hitting your clit over and over again.

[hanasnx]

life in technicolor.

MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: not edited mb | f!reader | sex tape | sexual content | established relationship | riding. NOTES: dedicated to @murdrdocs. credit for the cam idea

ABED NADIR had rented out that clunky camera from the film department ages ago. It sits in his living room precariously balanced on a stack of books on a shelf, and you cannot stop staring at it. It draws you in like a moth to flame, constantly staring into its lens. One part of you is paranoid it’s recording because it’s like Abed to leave it on to capture life as it exists, and the other part secretly daydreams he left it on to capture something else. Regardless of any fantasies, you know he wouldn’t just leave it on on purpose, right?

You chew your lower lip as you watch it and wonder what it would be like if he’d planned to make a movie with you. One without inhibitions or clothes. That kind of spontaneity isn’t within his peripheral, but you still hold out hope.

“What are you looking at?” his question snaps you out of your stupor, jumping in place before meeting his expectant gaze. The noises of the movie playing come into focus as your mouth parts only to expel silence. “You were looking over there so I just thought there was something to look at.” Abed answers your hesitance as if he anticipated your confusion, gesturing with a finger in the direction of the camera while his hand is still wrapped around the spoon in his cereal bowl.

“Oh!” you exclaim, glancing between him and the lens, shaking your head. “It’s nothing.” Uncomfortably, you shift in your seat, stuffing your clasped hands between your thighs. He notes that with a twitch to his brow. “I was just staring off into space.”

He continues to test the waters, adjusting the point of his finger towards the TV, “Is the movie boring?”

“Mm-mm.” You press your lips together and shake your head again. When you sigh, you visibly relax, sinking into his couch.

“You’re doing that thing you do.”

You hum in inquiry, frowning at him.

“The deflection.” He’s not a stranger to getting lost in thought, but you sure do get lost the most when you’re watching that camera. Regardless of his inexperience in the physical intimacy facet of a relationship, he knows how to read people, and he certainly knows what cameras are used for. He recognizes that flush in your cheeks. “You wanna try it out?”

At first he kept experimenting, showing you the buttons to press, demonstrating how to hold it, observing your reactions. You aren’t interested in being a film major, he knows that, but now that you’ve learned how to use it, who’s to decide what you’ll use it on? It’s easy to deduce where it’s headed, and it gets real dirty real fast.

“Point it down- between us.” Those breathless words send shivers down your spine, especially because he’s usually so silent when he’s inside you. You do as he says, recording where your bodies conjoin: his ruts up into you, your hole swallowing him up, the ring of cream forming at his base. It’s not often he gets to indulge you in the physical side of sensuality, this is his way of appeasing you. He’ll trim it up, edit it, make it pretty, and let you have a copy of the sex tape he has a hand in making right now. He doesn’t mind, his face isn’t in it anyway. Nobody’ll know it’s his tan dick fucking your insides. “I like you… like this.” he confesses, and a grin stretches onto your lips when you feel his hands squeeze your hips.

“You mean when I’m on top?”

“Yes,” he grunts, and a sting shoots through your abdomen. “I like what you look like. You look really pretty. Up there.” Broken phrases are interrupted by his sounds of effort, lithe body bucking into you as you struggle to keep the camera steady.

“Do I feel good?” you whisper, and Abed’s head tilts back. It defines his adam’s apple, and if this camera wasn’t in your way you’d lean down to lick it.

Your question does not go unheeded for he knows intimately how important verbal praise is to you, so he tries to be vocal. This is for you. He sucks in a breath, “Yes. Yes, very.”

[g-xix]

This might be a strange request but I was watching the new ItalianBach video with Alex, Cam and Arthur and I thought it was really funny and cute that a few times Arthur was like “wait I actually kind of like this.” I was wondering if you could do a little blurb or something with Arthur x Reader where the reader is scratching his back or his scalp or something and basically doing asmr on him without him realizing it’s asmr and teasing him abt the fact he likes it?

Head Scritches | ArthurTV

I normally take YEARS replying to oneshot reqs but this is so cute i litr banged this up in a DAY which isn't too bad... it is quite a short little blurb (great word btw) tho, but i hope you and everyone else reading enjoys nonetheless, anon!

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-just like sorta casually hanging about in Arthur's flat, j chilling n spending time together...

-You're lying across the sofa w ur legs spread across the cushions n Arthur's body on top of yours, cushioned between your legs and on his phone- switching between playing online chess and watching TikToks whilst waiting for his opponent to make the next move

-Your hand just sort of finds itself on his head after a bit, fingers just finding a path through his hair n moving only a little bit...

-"What're you doing?" Arthur mumbles, not moving to get you off, just intrigued with what exactly you were doing whilst he couldn't see you

-"I'm just massaging your head." You hummed, leaning your own head back to relax whilst your fingers threaded through his hair. "Do you want me to stop?"

-"...No, I don't think so." Arthur sounded unsure of himself, bringing a small chuckle from you as you continued your actions inattentively.

-Whilst you were lounging and happily relaxed, Arthur found himself... not agitated, but completely defenceless to how nice it felt. It felt like getting his hair done, but so much gentler and more soothing...

-He felt uncomfortable in how he was sat - he just wanted to lie down and sprawl out - relax all of his limbs and let his head fall limp against you whilst you just ran your hands over his head juuust like that...

-Yet Arthur didn't say a thing in not wanting you to stop what you were doing or think he was odd- or make him explain- or something trivial and unnecessary like that. No, instead he just closed his eyes briefly and savoured that way your fingers ran through his hair, fluffing and messying it. And as Arthur closed his eyes, he only felt more, particularly noticing the way your fingertips seemed to press into the back of his head, right where he had a headache- circling ever so slightly and seeming to chase the achy points away

-It was only when you absent-mindedly drummed your fingers over Arthur's scalp when you noticed Arthur's responses to your touch

-Withdrawing your arm from over your eyes (previously serving as an eyemask for you to rest), you realised that Arthur had literally had a whole-body shiver at what you'd done; drumming your fingers one by one over his scalp

-"Holy shit, sorry, are you okay?" You retracted your hand back from Arthur hastily, though your brows raised in even more surprise as he let out a near whine as you moved back(!) "Arthur...?"

-"Do that again please," He whimpered, the note of desperation on his voice drawing a slight laugh from your voice.

-"What, this?" You drummed each finger over his scalp again with a grin, his neck ticking as he let out a slight groan, drawing a full laugh from your chest, throwing your head back as well. "Is this your equivalent of ASMR?" You teased, seeing a pink flush rise up to Arthur's neck from behind as he stuttered a-

-"M-maaaybe..." In reponse before rushing, "Pleasedon'tstopthough-" which only drew another hearty laugh from you, your fingers reconnecting to Arthur's head nonetheless and messaging over his scalp and running your fingers though his head.

-"Sure I won't," You mumbled in response after a while, smile still on your face. "As long as you're not enjoying it too much..."

-"Too late," Arthur joked in response before hastily grabbing a cushion and pretending to cover his crotch with it with joking heavy breaths.

-A snort left your mouth, grabbing the pillow from besides you to whack him around the back of his head, laughing as you lovingly replied "Shut up and play your chess, neeky", threading your fingers back through your head and going back to sleeping whilst playing with his hair, un-wipeable smile plastered onto your face as you did... <33

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Hang on, j found this whilst scrolling pinterest for a good ATV pic:

THAT'S FUCKING ITALIAN BACH??!?!?!? HE'S HOT?!?!?!?? Istg this new chaos crew squad is acc so leng: ATV, G Clarkey, ItalianBach, Cam, fuckin' even Alex... Bloody hell, absolute sexy demons if i say so myself (as a definite (😬) sexy demon)

Hope you enjoyed reading!! Feel free to interact- whether that be a comment, vote or follow! Requests open, feel free to submit what u wanna see... Much love!!

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[loveandleases]

LOOVVVEEDDDD the demo and can't wait for the update! I hope you don't mind that I got two questions, but I gotta ask: what kinda hobby options do you have written down for the MC? Also, how would all the ROs, plus Chris, Jade, and Aunt Em, react if MC's cooking is five-star restaurant levels good? (I imagine Chris is kicking themselves over losing a god-tier-chef MC who cooks as a hobby)

💗 Glad you enjoyed and I don't mind at all! 1. We have writing/reading, art (drawing, painting), gaming/watching anime, cooking, photography, music (could be singing/playing instrument), exercising.

I'm going into it with the thought that depending on the hobby the MC will have the chance to spend time with RO's even in a platonic sense as well as be used to further their business. (For example: an MC who likes to exercise has the chance to run into two RO's. MC who is into art can create a logo for their business) (2 is under the cut due to length)

2. 💩 Chris - Butthurt. Which is what we want! Clarke family curse is that they can't cook right? So Chris before MC relied on fast food or their parents chef. The only real homecooked food they had was from MC or Em when they visited. It's like throwing salt on a wound. Because now they're back to fast food, easy snacks. Because Jade can't cook a damned thing. Chris is pretty sure doggo enjoys watching as Chris mumbles about wanting a hot meal from time to time.

💀 Jade - In her eyes she doesn't have time to waste on things like cooking. Why would she bother when she can just have Chris take her out to some fancy dinner? The only reason MC bothers is because they have nothing else to do obviously. (She's jelly very jealous)

😇 Em - If MC is great at cooking then Em was the one who likely taught them the basics. So for Em, it's like winning a prize. All those little dinners they have Em can have MC help. It's refreshing to be able to have someone else in the kitchen with her, it's something she hasn't had the luxury of in many years. (She's really relieved that MC and Cam won't starve. Cam could screw up warming soup, so for Em it's a blessing.)

❤️ Cam - Oh it's like he won the lottery, and it's Christmas and his birthday all at the same time. Cam is an eater, he loves food. An MC who can keep him fed is like the cherry on top for him. MC would have to tell Cam not to bother them late at night, when he's up all alone on his laptop. He just wants one snack, honest!!! He will use puppy dog eyes, don't let them deter you!

💙 G - To them it's a nice ability to have. In fact, G will be curious as to why they only get cake's on their birthday. Shouldn't they be allowed more? Do they look like someone who doesn't enjoy the delicious taste of dessert? They would want to watch MC cook from time to time, see if they can pick up some of the things they do and surprise them later with a nice home cooked meal.

💚 Kara - Finally, someone who can cook and not kill her! She's thankful all too much, this will be the one time you see her tearing up when she realizes she doesn't have to eat another cold sandwich for work. She would want to help, Kara wants to bake. She wants to be able to make cute cakes and cookies. But, she should never ever be allowed in the kitchen. She's worse than Cam.

💛 M - Won't even notice at first, even when they see MC in their kitchen. They have no idea why MC is in there, M kinda lives off easy food, until their moms send them something. Even then they kind of forget to eat. So imagine their surprise when MC has a five star meal ready for them when they finally look up from their computer. Absolutely flabbergasted. Can MC try and make recipes they've seen in anime? Is it weird for them to ask? Sorry MC, but your cooking expertise is going to be wrote about.

💜 Isaac - They aren't the worst in the kitchen, they can make some delicious stuff but Isaac sticks to what they know. They haven't had someone actually cook for them since their mother died. It would be a bitter topic at first, Isaac not wanting to seem thrilled by the notion. Then they would make the offhanded jokes that MC knows the way to their heart is through their stomach. But they would begin to truly appreciate it, and eventually want MC to try making their mothers signature dish. (The one Isaac makes when they feel lonely.)

🖤 Ardent - As a wiz in the kitchen, don't think that's going to impress him so easily. In fact, don't think that MC can make better baklava than him. It would become a competition, Ardent far too cocky for his own good thinking that there is no way MC can be better in the kitchen than him. When he finds out that he actually enjoys MC's food, he will play it off like he's allowing MC to cook for him. Like he's allowing them to do him a favor. (he will be making moans of how delicious mc's cooking is) play it off like he's sore from working out.

[allurilove]

What if we made a fort with Henry and yandere husband takes a video of the whole thing.

When new years passed, Henry built a huge fort in the living room. He gave his mother the comfiest spot with the beanbags, rugs, his nightlight lamp, and at least four pillows. His “room” was right next to yours, and he decorated the inside of the fort with color changing string lights. It takes him a couple hours for him to draw out the outline, gather all the sheets, blankets, and pillows. Henry tried to step up from last year, and he aimed to make this the best one yet!

“Can you at least be a bit more stable?” Henry frowned as his father struggled to crawl and film at the same time. Henry usually didn’t allow his huge and clumsy father inside. He feared that his father would make the whole thing collapse.

“I’m trying, Henry.” Your husband rolled his eyes. He had one hand down on the ground that supported his body up, and the other hand was busy holding the cam recorder. “Just hurry it up with your house tour.”

“…your so jealous of me it’s crazy.” Henry humphed and he crawled into his own personal space he built. Your husband had to contort his body to fit, and really only the top half was able to make it inside. “You wish you had a cool crib like mine.” Henry said rather proudly.

Yandere husband slowly panned the camera around to film his room. There was a tiny couch for kids in the corner, a sleeping bag, a small disco light that played music, and chips. A teeny tiny part of him was a bit jealous of his son, and if he was being honest, it was a cool bedroom. “Anything else you would like to show your viewers?” And by ‘viewers’ he meant him and his wife.

“Oh yeah! Let’s go to mom’s room!” Henry quickly ushered his father to move, and he started to lead the way. Henry knocked three times on the couch cushion that was used as a door, and you answered.

“Mom! Are you done with your room yet?”

“Almost…” You were contemplating on where to put your fake potted plant. “Where should I put this Henry?”

“Hmm… I got an idea!” Henry grabbed a piece of paper and he started to draw a window. He slapped on some tape and he pressed it onto the blanket. “Right there! Then it’ll get lots of sunlight.”

“Say… where is my room Henry?” His father pouted.

“Cameramen aren’t supposed to talk.” Henry deadpanned and he crossed his arms. He shook his head and said “tsk tsk tsk.”

“Henry… we talked about this. You agreed to make this fort for everyone.” You appeared by your son’s side. Henry looked guilty and he avoided eye contact with you.

“Some sacrifices must be made.” He awkwardly scratched his head. “Plus, you said you wanted a huge space!”

[albatmobile]

would you ever write manslut jason ,something about him being stupid for pussy is mmmh 🤤🤤

i got you!! (see also this ask included in this chap :p)

parent teacher conferences and other places to meet a pornstar pt. 3

[1] [2] [3] coming soon: [4] || ao3

𓅪 Rated: E | 8k includes: cam girl AU, teacher AU, misunderstandings, confessions, identity reveal, miscommunication, fingering, pussy eating, anal sex, threesome, degradation, praise, spanking, choking, hair pulling, creampie

𓅪 cam girl fem!reader x jason todd, cam girl fem!reader x roy harper, cam girl fem!reader x jason todd x roy harper

You feel like you’ve fallen right into a trap.

He obviously knows who you are, but you didn’t know who he was fully until last night. 

You feel entirely deceived and were honestly just thanking your lucky stars that he hadn’t ended up being some serial killer stalker. 

Now you’re left to fret over how to go about this. After all, Lian’s still in your class and you’ll have to face him come Monday.

After thinking on it further, you realize he hasn’t been in your stream since before the parent teacher conference. This fact alone makes you feel a bit better, but you can’t deny the whole situation still has you feeling weird. 

However, it’s not like he’d be comfortable enough to tell you he’s your top fan within a week of talking to you…

Ugh.

Why did this have to get so complicated?

You don’t think he’s dangerous and you can’t deny you were starting to have feelings for the redhead, but this all convoluted everything. Well, more so than it already was with you being Lian’s teacher… And your cam job… 

Okay, yes, so, the whole thing basically.

You need to figure out how you’re going to handle the situation going forward, or if there’ll even be a situation going forward.

It’s going to be a long weekend.

➸💋➸

You go into Monday with your head held high. 

Though you feel confident with your decision, as the end of the day nears you can’t help but feel anxiety at the impending confrontation. 

Spring finally begins to show, with bees and birds emerging from their winter cocoons. The warmer temperatures allow you to keep your windows open during the lesson, something the kids have really appreciated. When your fellow teacher mentioned she was going out to the playground with her class and offered to take yours, you agreed.

It allows you more time to ready yourself and you’re grateful for the distraction it brings as summer and, coincidentally, the end of school draws nearer.

After the final bell rings, all of the kids continue to play on the playground, leaving the parents to come in and grab their kids' school supplies. It makes it easier when Roy- Mr. Harper, you correct yourself, lingers ever so slightly. 

He seems like he’s being respectful of your distance, which only cements your decision further. 

You ask him to hang back, something he complies with anxiously. Surprisingly, his nervousness only makes you feel more confident. You definitely made the right choice.

The hallways are empty and a quick look outside proves just how busy the playground is today. It’s the hottest day of the year and, so far, everyone’s taking full advantage of it. Well, everyone except for you and Mr. Harper.

How do you even start this conversation?

Part of you hopes that he’ll start babbling and save you from the pain of your own. Instead, he takes a back seat, letting you take complete control of the situation. He’s leaning stiffly against one of the desks in front of your own, so you move to lean loosely against the front of your desk. This position leaves maybe two feet of space between the two of you, something he seems to notice with an absentminded lick of his lips.

You cross your arms with a sigh, noticing how he carefully observes your every minuscule movement. 

“I’m sorry for leaving like I did,” you finally build up the courage to say.

The redheaded dad mimics your crossed arms briefly, then uncrosses them and goes back to tapping anxiously against the desk with his freckled fingers. Then, he exhales with a light laugh. His head falls forward, hiding his eyes from your view through his long, orange locks, though the smile is evident on his face even as he subconsciously moves his hand over it pensively.

“Fire escape is a new low,” he drawls, with mirth evident as his light green eyes finally reach yours again. “Jason will never let me live that down, you know?”

You can’t help but laugh lightly, your arms unfolding as you do. You grip the edge of the desk exactly as Roy had during your first confrontation with him, back when he’d first shook your world. 

“I did swear him to secrecy, in all fairness, so that’s on him,” you jest lightly. 

At this point, he stops leaning on the desk and takes a step closer to you as if to test the waters. 

You allow it.

He reaches out for your hands.

Once again, you allow it. 

“I wanted to reach out so badly,” Roy says as he stares down at your intertwined hands. “I promise nothing happened after the movie. Hand to god, babe.” To cement his point, he moves his hand with yours to press the back of your hand against his beating heart. 

“That’s not even what this is about, Roy- Mr. Harper.”

He hardly notices the correction, brow knit together in confusion. “Then, what was it about?” he asks in confusion.

It’s your turn to throw his username at him. “Arsenal,” you reply simply.

Your one word leaves his mouth to drops and, subsequently, for him to drop your hands. “Holy shit,” he spouts as he starts pacing, not even looking at you. Now you’re the confused one. “How did you figure it out?!”

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, I promise,” you reassure him, not understanding the large reaction he’s having.

“Soo,” he trails off uncomfortably, “you were cool with that one night?”

When he randomly gave you the $200 tip?

“It was a little weird, but yeah,” you reply genuinely. Having one of your student’s parents be subbed to you is one thing, them being your top fan before ever knowing you? Whole different ballgame.

He exhales deeply, with it going the rest of his worries, “Sick. Okay, cool.” You watch as he rubs sheepishly at the back of his head, while a crimson blush burns across his freckled cheeks. “So, where do we go from here? Can I even ask that?” he hurriedly tacks on at the end with wide eyes. “I just mean I don’t expect anything from you and I don’t want you to feel like you have to-"

There’s the signature rambling you’ve been missing. 

“Roy,” you say, your amused tone effectively cuts him off. His eyes snap to yours in an instant as if he’s ready to drink in any and every word you give him. Good. You can’t afford to mess anything up. “I really like spending time with you; that’s not the issue. Regardless of all of all of this shit, we need to take all of this slow until the end of the year.”

He nods earnestly. “I can do that.”

“Good,” you smile, “it’s just a few months away, anyway.”

“Does this mean we can hang out before then?” 

You laugh, though it comes out breathier than you’d meant it, something Roy notices with hungry eyes.

“Are you asking me out on a date?” you ask slyly.

He just shakes his head with a cheeky smile. “Trust me, you’ll know when I’m asking you on a date.”

➸💋➸

After this confrontation, you start hanging out with Roy every chance you get.

It only makes sense that, after a few weeks of constantly hanging out, Roy gets to see the real side of you. 

You can only hide your nerdiness from him for a day as your conversations soon center around all the Batman comics you’ve read. Another few days and Roy figures out you like cat memes. It’s something he lets you know is ‘the stupidest shit ever,’ but it doesn’t stop him from spamming your phone with them while you’re at work.

It’s only so long before your Red Hood rants spill out of you as if you’re sitting on Wonder Woman’s lasso. You’re out at coffee with him while Lian’s at dance practice when it comes out, much to Roy’s obvious chagrin.

“He’s like, god-like hot, you know? Like I’d lick his combat boots the same way I’d lick the filth ring in his bathtub,” you admit, then stop and shake your head when you realize it doesn’t cover it. “I’d fucking suck on his sweaty jockstrap. I’m not even kidding, Roy.”

He nearly spits out his coffee, choking and pounding at his chest after your remark. “Oh?”

You nod your head. “Deadass,” you say.

You might think his quiet to mean that he was jealous, you know, if only you hadn’t been talking about Black Canary in much of the same way last week. If anything, it seems more like he’s thinking hard about something, but what, you’re not quite sure.

“What do you know about him?” Roy asks.

You sip at your drink as you think back to what you know of the vigilante—if he can even be called that.

“I haven’t really been paying much attention anymore to be honest, I’ve been really focused on work. This being said, I know it’s been a few years since Red Hood’s even been in Gotham,” you say, pushing your glasses further up the bridge of your nose as you try to piece together a timeline. “But I think I saw something in the news recently that sounded like his work. Maybe around the time school started this year?” Roy seems impressed, though he trains his expression before you can question it. “Either way, I don’t know much about him. No,” you trail off with a light blush.

“You’re cute, you know that?” he teases you, sipping with a pointed smirk.

Your blush intensifies as it so often does when you go on your nerd rants and he calls you out on it. “Shut up, Harper.”

After the coffee shop, comic book references and photos of Red Hood you’d never seen also get sent to you during work. Each pic of Hood is signed off with Roy’s signature ‘;p.’

➸💋➸

After another month of getting to know each other and the final two weeks of school are steadfast approaching. You’ll definitely miss seeing Lian and her dopey dad every weekday but can’t deny that it might just lead the way for other, better things to come to fruition. 

This weekend, Lian’s with her grandparents in Aruba.

“Why didn’t you go?” you ask as you sit on his kitchen counter.

He’s cooking something, but you still can’t tell what the mess is going to be.

The redhead looks over his shoulder as he addresses you from the stove in front of you, “Not on the best of terms right now. Haven’t been for a while, to be honest, but I’m not gonna let the kid miss out on experiences because of it.”

“Oh,” you say, not knowing how else to respond.

He brings a spoon over for you to taste something, but your hair keeps getting in the way. You use the hair tie you have around your wrist to tie it up, but falter when the look behind Roy’s eyes changes. 

“You look good,” he says, his voice deeper than it’s been all day. Roy gently guides the spoon between your pliant lips when you feel it.

“Roy!” you sputter through the hotness of the sauce in your mouth. You glance down and see that, yes, this man is hard as fuck. For what, though, you honestly have no idea.

“Sorry, babe,” he apologizes as he wipes at stray sauce on the corner of your mouth with a wicked glint flickering behind his green eyes. “Watching you put your hair up does things to me. Don’t hold it against me.”

You raise a brow at the obvious joke he’s setting you up for, but don’t bite.

“So, that’s what happened in the classroom that one day,” you trail off in amusement. 

He throws his head back and laughs, “Fuck. I totally forgot about that shit.” Roy goes back to the stove, shaking his head as he does. “You know, I’m surprised you didn’t kick me out right then and there.”

“I thought about it,” you retort easily. “I like you too much, though.”

You’ve yet to really disclose your feelings to him. 

Like, yes, you’d had sex, but in the months of you hanging out after, you’d hardly done much beyond cuddling and hand holding. It was almost elementary the way the two of you courted and it’s unlike anything you’ve ever had before. It makes you appreciate Roy even more that he’s willing to go at your pace without pushing. 

“I don’t think I asked you how your day was,” he says, still facing away from you.

You groan, thinking back on your long Friday, “It was long and hard.”

Roy turns around, pretending to be stabbed in the heart. “How will I ever compare?”

You snort, “I meant with the kids, dumbass.”

“Oh, thank god,” he says. You laugh again, reveling in how he looks over your curves before turning back around to shut off the stove. “Thought I might have to break our end of the year rules.”

You bite slightly at your bottom lip, eyes trailing over his strong shoulders and rippling arms that fly with each movement he makes. You’ve often thought of breaking the rule, too, but you can’t. 

There was one night you came close, literally. 

You’d spent the night, but only a few times and only ever if Lian wasn’t going to be there.

That particular night, you’d been on a walk together and stopped at a place for dinner that he’d heard good things about. 

“This isn’t a date?” you’d asked.

“No,” Roy had responded cheekily. “I told you you’d know when it happens, baby.”

After dinner, you cuddled in his bed while you watched a movie. One thing led to another and the two of you ended up making out, groping and humping each other through the rest of it. It was entirely juvenile and yet it felt so much better than the usual sex you were used to. 

The rest of the night was spent jacking off in front of each other.  It became a competition to who could make the other come faster, a skill you were obviously better equipped to handle. The entire situation reminded you of your private sessions with him, however this time it was no longer anonymously. 

You’d absolutely loved it.

Roy takes the pot off the stove just as Jason comes in.

“What’s up,” Jason greets. He looks over the two of you in feigned disinterest as he takes off his coat and sets down a large, black duffle bag. 

By now, the Jason was used to your presence in their shared apartment. Half the time he’d join the two of you cuddling on the couch, the other half he’d lay in Roy’s bed kick the two of your asses at Mario Kart.

Roy always cooks enough for an army and always sets aside a plate for Jason. You’d become used to eating with the both of them when you were over here, so it’s no surprise when Roy sets out three bowls.

“Just finished up dinner, chatting about her day,” Roy replies and starts plating the pasta as Jason leans against the counter beside you.

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” You blush under the raven’s sudden attention, clearing your throat all while hoping he doesn’t see how much his presence alone throws you off. “It was announced that they’re making another round of budget cuts this year. I don’t know how much more of my other paycheck I can forfeit over for classroom supplies,” you sigh, forgetting your previous abashedness. “The kids deserve so much better and I know they learn a lot from the activities I create, but I’m running dry. With the cuts, I just don’t see how my lesson plans, at least as they are now, can stand.”

The rest of dinner goes smoothly with the conversation flowing easily among the three of you.

You’ve never met two people you bonded with more, let alone how fast you’ve grown attached to both of them. It’s honestly a bit scary, but you feel as if you can trust both of them. You definitely trust that you’ve made the right decision to hang around.

After helping with the dishes, you allow them to lead you out to the infamous balcony where all the previous misunderstandings had originated at. Jason lights up a Marlboro while Roy lights up a blunt.

The wind tangles your hair and sputters smoke in your face, but you can’t help but laugh. Your heart flutters as the three of you stand shoulder to shoulder, watching as the sun drenches the ugly Gotham skyscrapers in dreamy oranges and pinks. 

➸💋➸

Monday, the school holds an impromptu celebration in the auditorium after a generous donation from the Wayne Foundation. You have to do a double take when you realize that Jason himself has shown up to deliver the huge check in his father’s honor. 

Afterward, you watch as he meets your eyes before slipping into the hallway. The same teacher who helped you out last time sees this and offers to take your class back to the room before shooing you off with waggling brows.

School’s been dismissed ever since the end of the ceremony, so most kids are rushing to get their things to go play outside.

“I really appreciate it,” you tell her as you make to follow the raven-haired man. “I’ll just be a second, I promise.”

This particular hallway is deserted aside from Jason who’s loosened his tie.

“No kids?” he asks when he sees you.

You laugh at his odd greeting, “They’re on their way back to the classroom with the other class. I was just coming out here to see if you’d want to come back to my classroom with me.”

His brows raise, though his expression remains the same as ever. “Alright.”

You lead him down the hallway, turning around to shoot him a questioning gaze as he follows behind you instead of beside you. 

“I don’t bite,” you jest when you spot the tell-tale sign of a smirk forming across is pale face.

He finally cracks a smile as he sidles up beside you, dwarfing you with his height. 

“Darling, we both know that’s a lie.”

You giggle at the new nickname and try not to let him see how much it’s affecting you. Luckily, you round the corner and find your classroom nearly vacated. Most parents have already stopped through and now only Lian remains.

“Uncle Jason!” The little girl jumps on the man. He spins her around in his arms a few times before putting her down with a small smile. “My friends are all outside. Can I go?” she begs, looking between the two of you with puppy dog eyes you just know Roy’s taught her. “Please!”

“Sure, kid.” 

With Jason’s blessing, she’s off. 

You don’t have to wait long before you spot Lian running around with two other girls on the playground through your classroom window. Though there are parents and teachers out there keeping an eye on everything, you still pay attention to her out of habit.

Your phone vibrates on your desk, something Jason picks up to hand to you. He looks down and huffs in amusement as he flips your screen around to show you the cat meme Roy’s sent you with the note ‘almost there.’ 

“You guys are so fucking lame,” he says, though you can see the clear amusement behind his emerald eyes.

You blush and adjust your glasses a bit. “Definitely a long way from the fire escape,” you jest. Jason laughs at your joke, but you can see there’s something else on his mind. “What’s wrong?” you ask.

“Just that, you don’t mind me being hanging out when,” he clears his throat, looking around, then back down at you. “I’m not interrupting the two of you, am I?”

You definitely aren’t expecting that. 

You had meet Jason first, well, at least, you’d fucked him first, but neither of you had ever discussed making it more official. Then the gala with the three of you to now hanging out with both of them. Jason was a closed book, never one to wear his emotions on his sleeve, so you never expected it to go much beyond sex, yet here he is, asking something that bares all.

Does this mean he wants something more from you? You know you wouldn’t mind it in the slightest, though it could complicate things with Roy. You’ve never detected any jealously between the two of them, but that didn’t mean the threesome was more than a one-off thing.

You can’t help but wonder: would he mind it being the three of you? If he didn’t mind, how would this even work? 

At the very least, Jason seems just as confused with the situation as you are. 

You blush as you reply, “I don’t think so.” After this, you mention something about not knowing if Roy minds, but Jason’s quick to assuage your worries. 

“I don’t think so,” Jason repeats your statement.

You fill with relief. “I guess we’ll just have to ask him, then.” 

Jason’s eyes flash with something you think, no, hope, is respect as Roy waltzes in.

“Ask who what?” Roy asks as he walks over to Jason to do their dumb handshake thing they always do when they greet each other.  

“Speak of the devil,” Jason tones monotonously as he daps him up.

“Talkin’ about lil ol’ me, Jay?” he says in an off-country accent that makes you laugh and Jason rolls his eyes at the whole ordeal. “All good things, I hope,” Roy says, suddenly looking around the empty classroom. “Wait, where’s the stinker?” You smile as you point her out on the monkey bars. “God, she’s getting so big,” he sighs.

Roy’s obviously distracted by Lian’s cuteness, however you and Jason both seem fixated on him. You catch his emerald eyes and glance away quickly, feeling your cheeks heat up as you do. 

Maybe Jason likes Roy just as much as you do.

Maybe all three of you really could…

You clear your throat, “Jason and I were just talking about the three of us.”

Roy’s eyes tear away from the open windows to face you with raised brows. It seems like he knows exactly what you’re insinuating. After all, how could he not? Regardless, he plays dumb.

“Oh?”

You bite at your lower lip, wishing Jason would say something, anything, but he seems content to have you make an ass of yourself. Either that, or he’s surprised you’d even bothered to bring it up. 

There’s a shift in the air, an electrification of each and every particle of air as the three of you take each other in. 

“Well, don’t leave me in suspense, babe. I mean-” Roy sputters to correct himself, realizing you’re in the classroom, but you’re hardly paying attention to that. No, you’re too busy looking at the way that Jason’s looking at the two of you.

 “We’re all good, right?” Is what ends up coming out of your mouth. “What we have?”

His eyes glint knowingly. However, he continues to feign some semblance of ignorance as he won’t fully address what you’re really asking, “Of course. Right, Jay?”

Jason stiffens slightly before crossing his arms. “Right,” he agrees.

The sexual tension is palpable, giving you the answer to at least one of your questions. The threesome definitely wasn’t a one-off thing, then. 

Though certain questions linger, you allow time to grace you with their answers. 

For now, at least. 

➸💋➸

A week later, Roy asks you out on your first official date when the two of you take Lian to celebrate the last day of school. You’re wiping Lian’s chin and trying to get her to lick where her Superman ice cream is dripping down the cone when he asks.

Your mouth opens, then shuts as a smile overtakes your face. “About time,” you joke.

“See,” he laughs and helps you wipe Lian up, "I told you you’d know when I asked you out.”

This is how you end up outside the new restaurant in Gotham that Roy had been boasting about.

You’re dressed in your comfiest V-neck sweater. It’s tucked partially into a form-fitting skirt, and you're wearing knee-high, heeled boots to match. Together with your recent clutch purchase, you look effortless yet completely classy. Though it’s technically summer, it’s been cloudy all day and the temperatures are still decently low for this time of year, making your outfit the perfect choice.

Filled with anxiety, you end up arriving ten minutes earlier than you’d planned to meet up, so you stand outside. 

At first, you don’t mind watching as cars speed by and cut each other off in the downtown traffic, but soon you grow restless. A quick glance at your phone proves there’s only a few minutes left before the agreed upon time arrives. 

Your leg bounces as you watch couple after couple enter the joint and wonder if you should go in as well. 

Then, it starts to sprinkle. 

Your leg bounces harder.

It’s as cliche as a 2000s chick flick, but not even a minute later, it honest to god starts pouring.

You seek shelter under the awning of the restaurant, but the spattering of the rain still manages to dust your outfit in dew. Coupled with the angry Gotham drivers who seem content to hit every rain-filled pothole, you’re soaked by the time Roy’s running twenty minutes late.

Not a single fucking text either, the cunt. 

After all these months, have you really been reading it all wrong?

“The fuck are you doing?” You jump, turning to the deep voice from behind you. Jason’s standing there, much less drenched than you are, though still drenched nonetheless. “You trying to catch a cold?” he asks. Though his words are blunt, his tone is entirely gentle as he addresses you.

You don’t know why, but you start to sniffle. Soon, your tears join the chilling rain that’s dripping down your cooled cheeks.

“Sorry,” you say pathetically as he wraps you into a warm hug. 

When he pulls back, you notice the concern on his face. He keeps his hands on your upper arms and begins to rub up and down to heat you back up. 

“Did someone hurt you?” he growls, looking at you with a sternness that challenges you to dare lie to his face. 

“No,” you sniffle again. “Well, not physically. No.” You shake your head, looking around in hopes that what you think is happening isn’t happening, but it is. Roy’s still nowhere to be found. “Roy stood me up,” you finally breathe out.

At this, he seems lost for words if only briefly.

“I’m sure it’s a mistake,” he says. At your admission, his dark brows knit together in confusion, looking around as if Roy will somehow appear out of thin air. “You sure you’re okay?” he asks, looking deeply into your eyes.

The way your stomach flips at the intimate action assures you that, yes, you’ll be fine. Through the pang of disappointment, you manage a smile.

“Yeah, I’ll be good.”

“You know,” Jason trails off suddenly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, “I haven’t eaten yet.”

He’s about as soaked as you are now. Together, the two of you look like you’d been dunked in the harbor a few feet away and, for some reason, it ends up making you feel less like shit.

“Oh?” you question. Your smile becomes genuine as you watch him blush.

He kicks lightly at the sidewalk. “And I was the one who recommended this joint to Roy.”

“Were you, now?” you ask coquettishly. 

He pushes up your raindrop-covered glasses that have fallen down the bridge of your nose. 

Suddenly, you don’t feel so cold.

“Have dinner with me?” he asks finally.

“I can do that.”

➸💋➸

Dinner goes perfectly. 

So perfect that you end up back at his and Roy’s apartment after.

Your lips mash against his smooth ones as soon as you’re through the threshold of the door. Jason quickly rids you of your still damp clothes as the two of you tangle together. He pushes you down onto the couch before unbuttoning his button-up shirt.

“Should I leave the doors to the balcony open for you?” he teases easily.

You laugh, flinging the last of your clothes off as you draw him onto the couch with you. The two of you meld together perfectly as if you’ve known each other’s bodies for years.

It starts off with a deep kiss that soon turns sloppy as you arch against him, begging for friction that he keeps denying. 

He settles his girth right in front of your entrance before, ultimately, dragging it lazily across your already slick folds. The two of you watch as if mesmerized by the salacious action. His tip catches on your clit, forcing a breathy sigh from you as you chase after his member desperately. 

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he mutters as he sits back to get a better view of you.

You bite at your bottom lip, wriggling down in hopes that he’ll finally give in and give you what you’ve been so patient for, but he doesn’t. Instead, his calloused fingers make practiced work against your clit and entrance.

“Jason,” you sigh shakily as he teases a finger closer and closer to your slit. “Please, I can’t take much more of this teasing. I need your cock, Jay- fuck!”

He smirks down at your flushed form, lowering himself so that he’s face to face with your twitching cunt. “Beg me, then,” your name is a sin rolling off his tongue as it makes brief contact with your pussy.

“So fucking good,” you whimper, wriggling your hips for more. “Please, I need you. Give it to me,” you beg. 

He chuckles lowly with his breath, warming your inner thighs, “Good girl.”

The tip of his tongue strokes up and down the length of your cunt before flattening and granting you one slow, delicious lick that ends with him teasing at your clit.

Your hips arch upward against his mouth, granting him better access as his tongue and finger work in tandem on your leaking cunt. He’s too fucking good and you’re already feeling the iciness of an orgasm blooming from your lower stomach.

You need him in you, like, now, preferably.

The heat behind your eyes must convey this because he doesn’t have it within himself to continue teasing as he has been. He’s finally lining himself up with you, ready to stick it in while you squirm under him in anticipation.

Before he can, however, there’s a loud ‘thump’ before the front door bursts open.

You nearly jump out of your skin as the two of you turn around to see-

“She’s never gonna talk to me again, bro,” the costumed man from the alley laments. He’s too busy taking off his mud-covered, red boots to notice the two naked forms on the couch. “I fucked up the fucking date so fucking hard, dude. I got caught up in all this dumb shit and I totally lost track of time and I just know she fucking hates me for leaving her hanging-” You clear your throat, finally drawing his attention to you. “Oh, shit,” he curses, looking over your naked body in surprise before turning to Jason. “Oh, shit,” he finally looks down at his attire, “fuck me.”

There was no other person that voice could belong to, but…

“Roy?!”

The dude from the alley? Holy shit. The random tip and his rambling in the day that followed make so much more fucking sense now. Still naked, you get up and begin to check out his uniform.  

“I thought you already knew?” He seems entirely confused and somewhat on edge.

So, that day in the classroom, he thought you’d been referring to his vigilantism? 

“I guess I do now,” you trail off as you come upon him. 

When you were in the alley, you do recall Jason calling him Arsenal… When you’d confronted him about his cam profile, inmyarsenal, you hadn’t known it’d been based off of a vigilante persona, let alone that Roy’s an actual vigilante.

Jason seems calm enough by all the recent revelations that you assume Jason knows about Roy’s alias, but does he know how you and Roy actually met, then?

“You know, most people would be devastated to find their date fucking their roommate,” Roy’s deep voice tickles at your ears as your hands come up to gently stroke his familiar, freckled arms. 

You remove his mask as final confirmation that, yes, this is Roy. 

“You’ve watched me fuck multiple guys at this point,” you counter, still trying to add everything up in your head. “I was pissed,” you admit, referencing his earlier rambling about you.

“Was?” Roy asks hopefully.

You nod. “But now I understand why you couldn’t be there.”

You watch as he breathes a sigh of relief, but the moment is short-lived.

“Now I’m lost,” Jason says.

So, Roy hadn’t told him about how you’d met.

You turn to him, then at Roy. “You didn’t tell him?” you ask, feeling entirely confused.

Roy seems abashed. “Why would I tell him?’ 

You shrug, completely surprised he never mentioned to his friend that he’s your #1 fan.

Jason, however, completely misreads the conversation entirely. “You’re a vigilante like us?”

“Like you?” you question, squinting your eyes at him, adjusting your glasses to get a better look at him. Is Jason really a vigilante, too? You guess it would make more sense why Jason seems so calm to live with a vigilante, but who is he? It’s not long before your brain trickles back to Roy’s odd questioning over your Red Hood obsession and, now that you think about it, Jason is his height. It comes to you instantly, like a lightbulb’s gone off in your brain. Jason seems to realize this, too, because he suddenly stands up from the couch and crosses the minimal distance between the two of you. “Red Hood?” you try.

You’re now sandwiched between two tall, strong men who are, you know, fucking vigilantes. If you hadn’t fucked both of them already and been hanging around them for months, you might be a little more scared by your predicament. Okay, no, even still, you feel pretty fucking scared.

“What are we doing, Roy?” Jason asks, his deep voice stirring every fibre of your being. 

It’s like you’re not even there sandwiched between the two of them as they begin a nonverbal conversation through the intensity of their green eyes alone. 

“You tell me,” he responds.

You’re still very much naked, so is Jason, as your head bounces from side to side as you follow along with their seemingly private conversation.

“Wait,” you interject both of them, “we are talking about the two of you fucking me and not killing me, right?”

Their vibrant eyes finally glance down at you. Before you can blink, both of them take one of your arms to pin you against the wall.

“You tell no one,” Jason’s voice is somehow even deeper than it’d been not even seconds prior as he threatens you. Though it’s obviously meant to intimidate, you feel completely at ease in their hold. 

“Promise,” you answer with an easy laugh. “You do know that Roy let me talk about you, like, the entire time on our date.”

“It wasn’t a date!” Roy exclaims, loosening his grip around your wrist as he does so.

“You got a boner,” you counter easily.

Roy’s hands completely leave you as they motion to your nude form. “Because you’re hot as fuck!” he says it like it explains everything that’s going down. 

It seems like Jason’s content to watch the two of you bicker as one of his calloused hands trails along the expanse of your soft skin. 

“I guess that explains why you were my #1 fan ever since the start,” you joke lightly.

“Still am, babe.”

“#1 fan,” Jason’s eyebrows furrow together as he trails off in confusion as he trails off. “You knew about her streams?”

“You knew about them?” Roy asks back, sounding equally as confused.

Now, no one’s hands are on you.

“I walked in on one,” Jason responds through a smirk.

Roy’s jaw drops. “You’re fucking lying. Say ‘cap,’ bro.” 

Do your ears deceive you, or does Roy actually sound, dare you say, jealous?

“You got an in-person private show, Roy. All Jason saw was me squirting. Right, Jay?” you try to console him, but it doesn’t work. It seems, instead, that your words have only made things worse.

“She squirted for you?!” Roy’s voice cracks around his disbelief.

“Pretty sure she squirted for both of us in Bruce’s office,” Jason points out. The raven doesn’t seem to understand his friend’s reaction, but it doesn’t mean he isn’t going to be an asshole to him because of it. “Maybe I’m mixing this shit up, though,” he says coyly, smirking when Roy damn near whimpers.

“Jay,” he trails off pathetically. 

You think he’s about to cry or, perhaps, attempt to beat the shit out of Jason, but all he does is clash his chapped lips against Jason’s soft ones. The raven’s lips are still wet and plump from when you’d stained them with your red lipstick not even minutes prior. Now, Roy’s spit works against yours and Jason’s as he cups his friend’s inky, curly hair in between his freckled fingers.

Roy bites down on Jason’s already abused lips, earning a well-deserved, guttural moan from the man. 

Watching the two of them devour each other so wholeheartedly stirs butterflies in your stomach until you’re no longer able to contain them. Your hand easily slips down the expanse of your stomach as it’s done many times before as it slowly slinks towards where your clit twitches in anticipation. No, you can’t deny yourself for any longer. Your finger flicks lightly at your clit, watching as Jason starts to take off Roy’s gear as if he’s done it many times before and, you suppose he has. It only turns you on even more. 

Roy breaks away from Jason, but Jason continues to mouth lewdly at Roy’s pale neck. All the while, Roy’s eyes trail over your flushed form as you work at your wet pussy. 

Finally, Roy’s as bare as you and Jason.

Roy moans like a bitch under Jason’s care. The tantalizing noise alone sends an exhilarating heat down your stomach to the point you have to stop rubbing at your clit so you don’t come prematurely. 

You let out a small moan, but it’s loud enough for them to hear over their panting. 

Both of their eyes fall on you, then to your clenched fist right above your cunt. Apparently, this won’t do. Suddenly, you’re being lifted up by Roy. Your legs wrap around his torso as he draws you in for a deep, sloppy kiss. Meanwhile, Jason looms behind you, biting and sucking loving marks against your skin as they lead you into Jason’s bedroom.

You don’t have time to take in the lackluster decor, nor the edgy posters he has partially unfurled on the walls. No, your attention is solely on the two god-like men in front of you. 

“I was in the middle of eating her out before you got home,” Jason supplies as he sinks to his knees, settling in between your thighs. You can’t contain your gasp when he pulls your sitting form closer to the edge of his mattress to get a better angle. “Feel free to join in.”

He descends upon you with greater fervor than earlier, as if weaponizing your moans purely to make Roy feel like shit for ditching you. Jason slurps lewdly against your dripping cunt, lapping and sucking as obnoxiously as he can. 

It works. Roy groans as he palms at his bobbing erection, watching as you throw your head back. You swear he nearly comes right then and there from the noises, Jason’s eager mouth is producing, coupled with your unrestrained gasps of pleasure. Before you can get too close, they switch.

Roy’s tongue rigidly runs along your folds before flicking teasingly at your entrance. You can’t help but buck against his chapped lips for more, but he moves back to prevent it.

He smirks at you. “Am I forgiven, baby?” the redhead asks, voice filled with amusement.

“Fuck you, Harper,” you hiss, attempting to glare, but it’s ruined when he finally flicks at your clit. “Ah!” you exclaim. With this, you arch up into his face, grasping at his fiery locks to draw him nearer to your aching cunt. “So fucking good.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he responds cheekily.

Jason trails light kisses along your spread thighs before dragging Roy by a fistful of hair over to his mouth so he can taste you again. Once Jason’s had his fill, he forces Roy back down on your cunt, rubbing his eager tongue against your throbbing pussy.

It feels insane.

You’re shaking as you watch them make out with each other in between your thighs. Their tongues purposefully trickle out to include you in their sloppy session, causing you to unleash a sexy moan that stops both of them in their tracks.

They meet your half-lidded eyes with hated, hungry looks.

Thus starts the second act of the night.

Roy joins you on the mattress, scooping you up into his lap while Jason rummages around in his nightstand. 

“Roy,” you whimper.

He leans his forehead against yours with a sinful grin. “I love it when you say my name like that, baby.”

You hear a pop, then feel Jason join the two of you on the bed, but you’re entirely preoccupied with Roy’s chapped lips. His sturdy arms gently guide you to lay flat on the bed as he straddles you and pins you against the mattress with an unrelenting grip. Meanwhile, his other hand travels lower, only stopping when he finally comes into contact with your slick folds.

You slurp your slick and Jason’s spit as your mouth glides salaciously against the redhead’s, only stopping when he abruptly gasps. You pull away quickly, afraid you’ve done something wrong when you see Jason’s thick, lube-covered index finger slipping in and out of Roy’s ass.

“Oh, shit,” you breathe, taking in the erotic scene.

Not only are they putting on a show for you tonight, but it’s clear that Roy’s putting in overtime to make up for missing the date. You don’t get to watch for long, however, before the pad of Roy’s finger teases your twitching entrance.

Roy stretches you while Jason stretches him from behind until, after what seems like forever, Jason’s finally lining up behind him.

“Jay, I swear I’m stretched enough,” Roy begs, looking behind him with a slight pout that Jason rolls his eyes at. “I need you to fill me up with your cock. It’s been so fucking long, Jay,” he whines.

You can’t help but touch yourself as you watch Roy become accustomed to Jason’s impressive girth.

“Still good?” Jason asks.

You swear Roy’s drooling.

“Mmm,” he says in lieu of a response. “You’re so fucking good to me-” Cue Roy’s usual sex babbling. You can’t help but smile as you watch Jason pick up the pace with each praise Roy sings.

“You gonna leave her hanging?”

Roy’s eyes snap into focus, locking onto your gaze that’s taking in the scene in front of you greedily.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says. The redhead winks down at you before shuffling around a bit to line up with your entrance. Roy rubs the tip of his cock against your wet entrance before slowly pushing in with a groan, “I don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to this shit, princess.”

You blush at the nickname, recalling the night at the Wayne Gala when he’d first bestowed it upon you.

It takes a few moments, but the three of you finally nail down the perfect rhythm. Once you do, the three of you can’t stop the cries of pleasure that it produces.

Jason fucks into Roy, who uses the momentum to fuck into you. When the redhead retreats, his ass arches further onto Jason’s cock, only to be fucked into again.  

After a few minutes, Jason makes a show of fucking Roy for you, choking him. Eventually, he forces Roy’s head upward by pulling his long red locks so their lips can clash upside down and finishes the kiss by spitting in Roy’s expectant mouth. It’s almost too much. You feel like this is hotter than any stream you’ve ever done. The raven stares him down with his sex-hazed eyes before they darkly fall across your blushing form.

“Look,” Jason forces Roy’s flushed face forward to focus on you, “she likes it when I use you like the whore you are, Roy.”

The freckled man groans, eyebrows furrowing as if he’s about to come, but Jason won’t allow it. His calloused palm captures Roy’s leaking cock as it slickly pulls out of your cunt. “Jay, please,” Roy begs with his voice cracking. Jason spanks him once on each cheek, something Roy takes greedily. “Fuck!” Roy moans. “I wanna come. I wanna come so bad- yes!” 

Jason finally releases his cock, allowing him to pump into you again before picking up his own pace with Roy’s ass.

Your nails scratch down his freckled back as he starts thrusting. It’s desperate now, like he’s primally fucking into you, completely lost in the pleasure of it all. He’s hitting all the right places inside of you, milking out slick noises in tandem with the ones Jason’s producing from Roy’s wrecked hole. It’s so fucking hot, you can hardly believe that you’re actually a part of this.

“So fucking tight,” Jason says through gritted teeth, smacking Roy’s ass once again. “Tell me you want my shit,” he practically growls as he once again picks up the pace.

You moan. Apparently, this is exactly what Roy wants as he then decides to amp it up for you.

“Please, Jay,” Roy begs easily, coy eyes never leaving you as he dirty talks Jason behind him. “I need you to fill me up with your come. I want your shit leaking out of my sore little hole, baby.”

Jason comes first. His breathing hitches and he releases inside of Roy with three brutal snaps of his hips. 

“Shit,” he groans as he pulls out of Roy with a lewd squelch.

You don’t get to catch your breath, however. No, Roy continues to give you everything he’s got.

“‘M gonna fuck you so good, baby,” Roy prattles on from above you. “You’re gonna come all over my dick like the slut you are, aren’t you?”

You bite at your lower lip as you nod. In all honesty, you’re surprised you haven’t come already. “Only if you promise to come all over me, too,” you moan.

“I can do that,” he responds with a fucked-out smirk.

Meanwhile, Jason moves to lay beside you on his side so that he can play with your nipples. He gently leans in to draw your lips against his. They move together fluidly, only disrupted momentarily by the force of Roy’s hips as he fucks into you. Soon, Jason's fingers trail lower until you can’t contain your pleasure any longer.

You’re gasping loudly at this point, unable to hold back your vocal response to Roy’s onslaught against your dripping cunt. Jason drinks the pathetic noises in as his tongue tangles lewdly with your own.

Roy whimpers as Jason’s come leaks out of his abused hole and onto his thighs. 

You feel the sticky substance wetting your inner thighs as Roy expertly thrusts into you. He leaves you writhing against the sheets and crying out their names as you climax on Roy’s pink-tipped cock.

Call it post-orgasm haze, call it stupidity, but you need his come fucked inside of you.

“Come in me,” you say airily, still coming down from your high. “Fuck it all into me, Roy,” you gasp as another icy wave wracks over your body. “I’m such a fucking come slut for you, baby. I-" You don’t even get the chance to finish your sentence before Roy’s face twists up salaciously as he fills your cunt with his warm want.

Roy collapses on your other side as the three of you catch your breath.

The rest of the night ends with sugary snacks, horror movie reruns and snuggles. 

It’s… perfect.

A/N: so glad to see you guys enjoying this au so much! last chap is outlined but not yet written soo, in the meantime, be sure to check out my pinned post for my other fics!

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[margo-mania]

heres EVERYONE in a beautiful big post (with all my design notes rambles and reasonings) for your (and my) reblogging pleasure

From left to right top row then bottom row

Jane Doe: the biggest notes i have on Jane is that her bubble braids are inspired by @/lauren-t-lampe 's Jane Doe, she's so freaking cute. i like to think my jane is very baby jane

Mischa Bachinski: i didnt really have a plan for mischa other than well mullet so heres the ukrainian bad boy in all his glory

Noel Gruber: noel is extremely gender, i wanted him to be the tallest out of everyone because why not.

Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg: i gave her glasses cause i feel like she'd constantly push them up before saying "um acshually.." I always see Ocean as Asexual tbh

Ricky Potts: Nothing much here, i guess i just wanted to give him glasses. it was my first time drawing crutches so i'm always going to try to improve on them

Constance Blackwood: i wanted to make her chubbier than the others like in the 2016 slime tut, but it's definitely something i have to work on improving imo. i feel like if she had more confidence in herself she'd wear the stickers on her face all the time

Penny Lamb: main reason for the short hair? i wanted to be unique since i always see penny with braids and also i gave Jane bubble braids and i kind of wanted to seperate the designs. lesser reason? dont come for me but alice from twilights hair is cool af (tysm to @/cam-stopped-eating-candles for the explaination on penny's hair in legoland!)

(Na)Talia: screw you she's real and i love her. had a lot of free reign since the only detail Mischa mentions is her hair (which i had to google lol). Talia is my absolute favourite rtc song so i wanted to keep the flowey skirts from the 2016 choreography but gave her a bit of an edge because she canonically listens to (and presumably enjoys) rap

Vergil: he's a lil rat in a t-shirt

Monique Gibeou: no notes on this design no need to change anything imo UwU

Space Age Bachelor Man: i like to think what he wears is covered in sparkles and the glitter on his face is a nice touch. I wanted to make something on him colourful so i made the hair/tail colourful uwu

The Amazing Karnak: still a bit....eh on his design but i'm liking it a lot more after sleeping on it. love his coat the most

and thats all of them!! i really want to make keychains/stickers one day so if you have ideas for it let me know! :3

[thehotelpod]

ONE MORE WEEK OF DOUBLE STUFF OCTOBER LETS DO SEASON 5 OF IZZY'S EPISODE ART

5.1 Merp and Burble

Our first Big Named Event arc! "BEHIND THE CURTAIN" which I'm almost certain I picked because we could do this cool ass curtain frame device. Izzy continues to bring the pain here with photo bashed curtains, a modified Madam Hotel horrifyingly cartooning about like bugs bunny to reveal our almost Trevor Henderson-like trail cam timelapse photo of Merp. He also gave me a number of color options on this one, maybe we'll have a section in The Guestbook Vol. II of bts sketches? I'll ask Izzy. This one holds a special place in my heart because Merp is, as devotees will recall, just Scary Slar.

rest of the season under the cut! (it's long, you've been warned)

5.2 It Watches and It Smiles

look! The curtain connects at the top! It's gonna be one long picture!

This monster was actually based on a 3 foot tall hard foam statue we had in our house growing up. It is actually scarier looking than you are imagining, made every one of my cousins cry, and is not only something I had nightmares about but also one of the main reasons so much of my horror is "something weird is Over There but looking at you". Full disclosure, one of the reasons I put this monster in this episode was so that Izzy would have to draw a postcard of it and maybe someone would recognize it and tell me what the hell it is because I have not so much as a single photograph of it. BUT then Izzy showed me this drawing, which almost completely hides the monster but it's just so so good I couldn't pass it up. The implied shape and DYNAMITE bloody palm fronds make this look so much like a 90s book cover I fell in love right away. We always try to keep those season and episode numbers in the postcards now too, but I think we forget sometimes?

5.2 Nothing Can Kill That Which Glowers

LOOK AT THIS ONE. Madam Hotel rotting in the reflection of the bubble (she was supposed to show up more in those episodes and sort of be in the process of rotting but she ended up being a single light instead.), I'm crazy about the Owner here, Izzy loves to always keep a little monster in the mix when he draws the Staff. And miss Manager POPS like an 80s music video. Lot's of subtle layers and textures here that can get overlooked, but just like the lake the Owner sinks into, it deepens the longer you linger (did you find the episode number?)

I also like to remind everyone that 'That Which Glowers' is the Grimace and this episode title is a reference to the Clerks cartoon.

5.4 We Are...Watching You...

But are you really LOOKING at it? Do you SEE Izzy's MIND? Lined up you get back to back Managers mirroring each other as well as Madam Hotel in the wings of the now completed curtains--these doubles ALSO frame what is hopefully implied to be the Lobby Boy's hand reaching for his Manager. All of this duality and connection not only reinforces what we know about the characters and show already but set up beautifully the new mirrors about to arrive...

5.5 The Bellhop

THERE SHE IS! There's my goblin girl. You get the bloody vision of the Hotel as Hop sees it as well as the framing for a triptych of the New Crew, each on their own floor. The New Crew stands apart from the Staff in that they have canonical designs immediately, so there tends to be less variation on their fan designs. However there was like ONE WEEK or so before this episode dropped where people were drawing Hop ALL KINDS OF ways. She's one of my favorite designs Izzy's done for the show and I think it's partially because she looks a little like ET.

5.6 The Concierge

Shut up. Shut UP. Look at those colors. Look at that face. Look at those shoulders. Look at those colors! THE COLORS DUKE! THE COLORS!!!! and those printing spots breaking up the lines, all layered over starlight?! It should be, at this point, very hard for Izzy to outdo himself but...he just keeps on outdoing it. We jump down a floor here and the Concierge has slightly more brick surrounding him than the Bellhop did so my pattern recognizers in the crowd can probably guess what's coming next--

5.6 The Auditor

It's been pointed out that Aud has gotten the most detailed description of the main characters on the show. I try to always keep it vague so everyone can imagine whatever they like , but the Auditor is so weird I just wanted to play a little. I saw this scary looking, lonely monster begging to be seen in all white surrounded by nothing. Even the brick and mortar of the Hotel doesn't seem to want to be around her much. One thing I love about Izzy's work is how well he combines whimsy and fun with actual scary imagery. She looks really scary. That is a scary looking monster he drew.

I also think she kind of looks like this alien from Star Trek IV (hey look Star Trek showed up)

5.9 Tenaj Druh - 004 Moor

Oh how I wish I could have a full set of New Crew postcards from Izzy seeing season 1 from a different perspective (for that matter I'd love a full set of season 1 from Izzy, but one thing at a time). Getting to not only see Janet Hurd, but see the NEW CREW checking her in is so so exciting. And the Manager's TV's re-imagined as giant bloody eyeballs is expressed to it's grossest perfection here. Even the Goosebumps frame is tinted sickly green. (the rest of the season also has Goosebumps frames but I'm trying to show off Izzy's art I want you all to have a good look)

5.10 Tnurb Yrrah - 002 Moor

this one's bonkers. The Hubble's ultra deep field on the left, brains on the right but both halves of one face with the broken illusion between them that is just the building of the Hotel herself?? It's got poster folds and teeth for doors! This is a really stunning one that I feel like deserves a little more attention than it gets. Also maybe I spoke too soon on the Goosebumps frame, I don't...this one doesn't have one but maybe I just saved that file somewhere weird.

5.11 IT'S NEW YEARS EVE, JUDY BLASHY!

This is i think the first one we did that had a Goosebumps frame baked in. You can see the 5 and 11 on the clock give us our season and episode number, but that gets a little lost on the printed version so here it is in all it's glory. Love to get to see Judy here her FACE is so EXPRESSIVE and sharp. Notice how Izzy does NOT draw her with a gap tooth. Is that gap battle damage, or some aesthetic flourish the Hotel likes for her bodies? You'd have to ask Izzy. Also love getting to see him draw the things in her furnace room, which are like huge and imply a much larger elevator inside the box. Always reinforcing that boundaries and rules do not apply at the Hotel

they are also based on the family from Mac and Me

what the fuuuck?? why are they so scary??? why are they like that?? why did they make this movie this way?? I was a child!

5.12 The Reaper's Envy

Finishing up the season is this gorgeous party poster that would be right at home in the 90s. Other than the colors (THE COLOR!) I want to point out the confetti that breaks out of the border that also quietly includes some vermin (all up top, letting your eye drift down to the New Crew being reflected in what hopefully everyone assumed was Judy Blashy's eye. Of course we know now who's eye that is and what it's connected to (nothing its nothing it got cut out)

And that's season 5. Now we have entered the @filthyguts desert and must wait once again for the rains to return. I've got new ideas for season 6 that are gonna completely change how we do the art for the show and maybe we can even squeeze some button designs out of him when we launch the next wave of stuff we're launching.

I've said it before and I'll say it again and again and 100 more times, but Izzy's art is a hugely important part of the show, a source of inspiration not only to the fans who listen but to me myself (especially in my lower moments) and I am so so happy that his art and his style has come to define the show.

[saintalectoshomeforwaywardgirls]

11/13/2023: Everyone, please meet Camilla Hect!

Camilla here was originally Just Like You #62. I was absolutely dead-set on finding this exact doll for Cam because of the following logic: I personally use the actress Ariela Barer as a drawing reference for Cam. Ariela Barer, coincidentally, played Sonali in the American Girl movie Chrissa Stands Strong. While the Sonali mold is used by a variety of dolls, #62 is much closer to Ariela Barer's actual skin tone (and the skin tone a lot of fan art uses for Camilla) than the Sonali doll proper (and Sonali is extremely hard to find for prices I'd pay, especially for a doll I'm modding). #62 also has what are described as "amber-brown" eyes, but look passably grey-brown in person, so I'm not going to have to eye-swap her!

#62, however, came with some beautiful, glossy, very un-Camilla hair.

Lovely, right? But very not her.

(Also, look at her face, she is so cute. All of the dolls are cute, but I am particularly delighted by the Sonali mold dolls, I think because that was one of the molds that wasn't released until after my original childhood dolls phase so it's new to me.)

Luckily, this provided a very convenient solution for another problem here at Saint Alecto's: Abigail's poor coiffure.

As you can see, the hair our dear Lady Pent came to us with has seen better days. To say nothing of the frizziness (which we would gladly treat if that were the only problem!) there's that inconvenient case of back-of-head bangs she had going there.

So!

As I have done several times now, I set about removing the girls' wigs. (I get my advice, as I'm sure many of us do, from @desertdollranch's rewigging post.) This is a significantly more stressful process when you're trying to maintain the integrity of one of the wigs you're working with! (And okay, Gideon's wig actually came on Harrow's doll so I have reused before... but it didn't matter if Gideon's hair got a little messed up in the process. It adds character.)

My beloved wife and fellow... uh, guardian (I guess? God, we're not their moms, that would be so weird!) of the dolls @incomprehensiblelentils was, as often she is, ready with the Magic Eraser for sudden trouble spots; she also provided support (literally: holding the girls as I worked) and company.

And lo and behold!

Abigail Pent now has a beautiful new hairdo! (And I am more convinced than ever that she's going to need some lipstick. Nothing crazy, just a bit of color. That's for another day.)

More importantly, Camilla now has her trademark bob, as seen above. It's the Hoshi in chocolate brown by PurplePlumWigs (and yes, it is kind of gay* that Cam and Dulcie's wigs came from the same shop! This is part of why we can't be their moms: so many of these kids are in lesbians* with each other!) Her overalls are by StarBriteDoll on Etsy; the boots and tank top are harvested from eBay outfits.

(Abigail's outfit is also from eBay: glasses, sweater, skirt, shoes.)

[anqelfries]

OKAY ITS DUE TIME FOR ME TO SEND U A YAP ASK ‼️‼️😋 LINA SUGARPLUM MUFFIN LOLLIPOP HONEYPIE (by jawny???) HOW ARE YOU DARLING HOW WAS YOUR DAY GIVE ME THE RUNDOWN ‼️

so like im gonna yap about my week CAUSE IT FELT LONG AS HELL I PHYSICALLY TWEAKED OUT JUST REFLECTING BACK ON ALL OF IT‼️‼️

so as u know i was ill last week (was that even last week I CANT REMEMBER BUT IT WAS RECENTLY) and i was coughing up a storm at school on monday and tuesday IT WAS HELL ITSELF I SWEAR.

SO I HAD LIKE,, 7 TESTS? THIS WEEK? I THINK? a ton!! like wdym im getting a test thats not writing in journalism class? WHY ARE WE HAVING A HISTORY TEST IN THIS CLASS THATS SO WEIRD TO ME??? anyway... that and a spanish test and two math tests and two tests in my ap class and an english comprehension test i was not thriving this week

AND BY THE WAY, THE TESTS IN MY AP CLASS WERE LITERALLY RETAKES BECAUSE I WAS GONE REVIEW DAY CAUSE I WAS SICK AND HAD TO TAKE THE TESTS WITHOUT STUDYING AT ALL. THE TEACHER WAS LATE TO CLASS THAT DAY SO IT TOOK ME LIKE THREE ADVISORY PERIODS TO FINISH THE STUPID TESTS 💔💔

erm anyways all of that happened AND IM NOW THRIVING I FINISHED ALL MAJOR WORK AND MY GRADES ARE LOOKING UP SO YIPPEE!!! 

yesterday i went to the school football game with my friends!! our team kinda demolished the visiting team dude 😭😭 IT WAS LIKE?? 68-0???? LIKE DAMN OKAY LET THEM GET UP BROTHERS 😭

ALSO AT THE GAME THERE WAS A KISS CAM AND MY FRIENDS ENDED UP ON IT WE WERE ALL SCREAMING SOOOO MUCH 😨 IT WAS WILD LINA!!! BUT THE GAME WAS A TON OF FUN AND WE ALL HAD FUN SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF OUR LUNGS AND DOING RANDOM STUFF IN THE STANDS!!

SO THERES MY YAP! TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DAY AND WHATS BEEN GOING ON W U POOKIE 😋 HRU HOWS LIFE WHAT ARE WE DOING TOMORROW

HONEYPIE BY JAWNY !!!!! erm big yap under cut methinks..

HELLO HELLO MY DEAR SWEET LITTLE BIRTHDAY CAKE CARDBOARD BOX CARAMELIZED SUGAR STICK !!! iM DOING LIKE.. OKAY I THINK. SUPER TIRED OMW HOME FROM SCHOOL i slept 1.5hrs last night..

my freaky english teacher likes me. a h a h a anyways ive been getting into art moar >:3 again so i spent like half the time drawing and stuff help .. not when i needed to concentrate tho !!! i drew a fish person ish i will show u later. apparently everyone flunked the maths test so like i may end up on the news tho... my last three assessments were all straight A's but the highest grade in the entire class in this one is a B and idk man i might Die. also i think i did well in english bc.. the teacher seems satisfied w me.. SCHOOL IS CLOSED TMR SO I WILL LOCK IN AND WRITE MY SILLY SMAU METHINKS

my friend who i sat beside today let me draw my fish on her bandaid :33 she calls me fish too and i call her cat it's a long story basically but in eighth grade like.. back in 2022 we exchanged discords and my nickname was fishie and hers was neko so like .. fish and cat. oh and once a physics teacher referred to me as fish too help

im super eepy rn help.. started raining in the morning n i got hopeful that school would be cancelled but NO bc the universe HATES me

im going to change & pass out now i think highkey.

OK NOW !!! UR THINGS LETS SEE omg yes this week was so fkn long ewwww

IM SO SORRY AB UR STUPID TESTS <//)3 I HAD THREE ON SUNDAY ALONE LAST WEEK IT WAS SO BAD I FAKED BEING SICK ON TUESDAY (?) KIND OF.. LIKE I FELT BAD BUT NOT BAD ENOUGH TO NOT GO TO SCHOOL

IM GLAD UR GRADES ARE LOOKING UP !!! IF U LISTEN CLOSELY IM ACTUALLY CHEERING SO LOUD FOR U RN 😹

football game is insane (never seen one) 68 - ZERO ??? IS THE HOME TEAM THAT GOOD OR IS THE OTHER ONE JUST BAD PLS... ALSO LIKE WHAT !!!! kiss cam sounds like sm fun !!!!

okay pause to say that this ask is literally makign me so happy rn idk bro but im kicking feet i feel all warm n fluttery inside

OK BACK ON TOPIC im so glad u had fun <333 that experience seems so amazing like omg !!! ik youll remember it for a WHILE i long to experience that kind of fun again omg

OKAY ANYWAYS MY DAY RIGHT !!! i cancelled on my maths teacher + postponed his class to tmr bc i want to sleep and grind genshin and watch a movie or 2 !!! im thinking everything everywhere all at once ive wanted to watch it forever but never really had the independence to do so like i do now !!!! my big toe hurts for some reason idk :/// AND IVE BEEN HAVING SUCH BAD NAGI BRAINROT RECENTLY OMHHHH LIKE MY MAN.. MY MAN..... SAVE ME NAGI SEISHIRO SAVE ME..........

aaaaa where was i !!! oh yesyes so i was thinking moot tags right ... bc i need smth cute for u.... bc ur so cute....

UM YES THATS ALL FOR TODAY I HOPE UR SLEEPING WELL & DM ME WHEN U SEE THIS !!! not for any specific reason just say hi bc imy (we literally talked a few hrs ago) ily sav !!!! PS CONGRATS ON MAKING THE MAGAZINE TEAM IM SO PROUD OF U !!!!

[daisychainsandbowties]

Palmer Station AU Lilith always in short sleeves (Ava: you know you’re in Antarctica, right? Where the pencilguins are?) and everyone is a little concerned because she’s always underdressed and usually damp and never seems to notice it’s cold (Ava: it’s cold enough to freeze your tits off! Why is she in shorts? We know she’s tall, she doesn’t need to draw further attention to it.

Camila: She’s a horseshoe crab, that’s for sure.

Ava: … explain.

Beatrice: Survived 4 major extinction events but appears to be threatened. Apt.

Camila: Thanks. I would rather she just wore a jacket).

lilith who once spent hours every day swimming without a wetsuit in the atlantic, leaving her hoodie on a tree branch and her backpack with her gameboy and her snack bars wrapped in a tarp and rigged up on a length of repurposed bungee cord, because she read about big cats who pull their prey up into trees.

the first shock of water in the low celsius and how it made her feel so awake, so alive. and she’s addicted to that feeling, just a little, the body startled into bright awareness.

so at palmer while cam’s always going on about the insulative properties of wool, where even beatrice keeps quilts and her solar space heater and a good sturdy jacket up in her observatory, lilith is walking around in tank tops, hair wet on her shoulders, hands always chilly to touch so when cam tries to show her scales on the keyboard she ends up turned sideways on the upside-down bucket they use as a piano bench, cradling lilith’s hands in her hands and warming them with her breath.

faint notes of matcha and anise from her mouth and lilith wondering how she’d taste.

cam murmuring, ‘you’re freezing. doesn’t it hurt?’ and lilith shrugs.

she can’t look at cam while she speaks. afraid she’ll lose the words, or decide to do something else with her mouth. she’s not good at talking, learned ASL and ESL to let her speak with other divers underwater. in water, sound behaves differently.

‘most fish are cold-blooded. it allows them to live in broader temperature ranges. a useful adaptation for an environment that is traversable vertically and horizontally.’

cam humming, playing with her fingers now, finding the calluses, skin-texture shaped by years of performing certain, repetitive actions. lilith has a few from holding cutlery too tightly.

dark curls shifting as cam looks up. ‘you study that, right? adaptations.’

sign language underwater. backpacks in trees and a body growing fond of the cold. old manor houses with poor central heating and lilith curled up next to the fire downstairs while her mother is at dinner parties. waking up with a blanket over her, and for years convincing herself it was her father’s ghost. because she could not imagine her mother, tipsy in high-heels, smelling of cigarillo smoke, having the delicacy to cover up the small shape half-lit by the dying fire.

maybe she just didn't want to see it.

‘yes, among other things.’ lilith watches her fingers fold, unfold, as cam manipulates them. ‘some fish, like bluefin tuna, are warm-blooded. this allows them to swim on average around 1.6 times faster than other fish. an advantage, but it also makes them more vulnerable to the effects of climate change. temperature and habitat disruption.’

‘is that why you won’t wear a coat? are you afraid of adapting?’

cam’s eyes are shrewd, searching.

biting her lip, hands almost pulling out from the campfire of cam’s hands. ‘i- no i just… want to belong here. don’t like hiding from it, don’t like all the tight layers and the itchy heat. i like the water to decide how i feel.’

(so you don’t have to.)

camila is not so unkind as to say it, but her dark eyes are bathypelagic. deep, but home to things lilith loves.

‘i like to be free,’ she finishes. a bit lamely, in her mind, but cam only looks intrigued.

she curls lilith’s hands into two tight fists and returns them to her. they end up on her lap, peeling back apart like a pair of dead crabs.

‘but… sometimes adaptations are good, right?’

lilith shrugs, ‘yes, and sometimes they’re a cancer. evolution is a one-sided story. it’s not an artist’s sketch, or god. it’s chaos - just an account of a bunch of creatures who got lucky.’

she expects this to provoke a flinch, a wash of cold water, but camila only giggles, taps a few keys. the start of a tune lilith half-recognizes. familiar in the way a mouth can be even after a long time, with eyes closed.

‘you’re right.’ cam's eyes glitter. things live in the deep ocean where it’s dark. lilith knows this, but cam’s eyes make her believe it. ‘people can get used to the cold.’

her cold hands in cam’s warmth

‘but it’s okay to be warm sometimes?’ cam's voice hitches up at the end, so maybe it's a question. maybe she should answer.

lilith wonders if cam knows how to sign. she should teach her. it’s so useful for diving, for when a girl takes all the air out of the room.

cam turns bright, then. pelagic. ‘also, you don’t want to end up getting sick around me. i’ll make you so much tea you’ll start to hate me.’

impossible, lilith thinks. but all she does is nod, and look away.

[obsidiancreates]

One Undead To Another (Chapter 17)

Henry feels like an idiot.

He examines Shawn’s broken apartment window. It took him until after leaving the voicemail to finally realize what he’d seen a whole day before. Broken apartment window, oh, Shawn might’ve just broken it with some dumb stunt, cracked door is because it’s a crappy old yoga studio or whatever it was. 

Except this is a case. And Shawn is hiding something.

There’s blood on one of the shards of glass still in the windowpane, dried and probably useless– no way they can match the DNA to any of the bodies as burnt as they are. 

He could still write it off as Shawn having done something dumb and shattered the window. But as Henry opens Shawn’s broken door, a much more worrying picture starts to paint itself in Henry’s mind.

Part of the state of the place is just how Shawn lives, but Henry sees disturbances in the carpet in front of the couch– flattened, pressed-down fibers, in an imprint about the size of a body.

Shawn’s bedroom door is cracked. Shawn’s bathroom door is cracked. His sink is cracked! Someone tore through this place like a hurricane and left a message.

… And Shawn slept in the Psych office. With Gus, Juliet, and Lassiter all there too.

Henry checks the bed, and– yes. There. A little bit of dried blood, just a little, on top of the covers.

Broken window, cracked doors, blood on the covers, all of them sleeping in one place, the detectives being more defensive of Shawn than usual, Shawn’s empty eyes–

“Aw, kid.” Henry steps back. Maybe he won’t find anything damning about Shawn’s bike after all. “You got kidnapped again, didn’t you?”

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Pain in his neck. Held, cradled, pressed against freezing skin. His blood clings to the inside of his veins as it’s sucked out. He feels every last dreg being dragged out of his body. The cold seeps in as the blood seeps out. Pain, pain, pain–

He bites deeper into the warm flesh in his mouth. Relief, such incredible relief. No more pain, no more pain, no more pain…

No more pain. Nothing when Lassie hits him, nothing when he dives away from the car, nothing when he cracks his sink with a frustrated slam of his hand… it’s fun. It’s nice. It’s good.

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“It’s all good.” Shawn wakes up with a start, tumbling off the couch and looking up as Gus, phone stuck between his shoulder and his face, closes the office door. He has a black vinyl bag in one hand, the office keys in the other. He moves right through the office to the back door, locking it like he locked the front. Shawn didn’t see Gus lock the front. He just knows he did. God, being Psychic is subtle sometimes. It’s like that thing where you hear about a type of car, and then start noticing it everywhere– but instead of cars it’s supernaturally gained knowledge.

His mouth waters as he hears faint sloshing in the bag. Gus comes back into the main room, and Shawn sees the logo stuck onto the vinyl– a pair of lips with fangs and a drop of blood hanging off the mouth corner. Cliche, tacky, and he thinks he’s in the right considering it to be a little bit offensive to him.

“Just, forget about it. Pretend I was never even there.” Gus hangs up the phone, blushing– Shawn could swear he hears the blood rush up into Gus’s cheeks, and his vision tunnels. His mouth waters and his lips part and he can see the pulse of the veins in Gus’s neck.

The bag is shoved into his hands. It makes him blink, the tunnel vision falling away and shifting.

Flash, film grain, shaky cam from a downward angle, Gus is awkwardly flirting with a woman in a tight leather harness who pulls her own blood drawing supplies out. 

“If you’re really curious, I’m an attentive teacher. I used to be in nursing school so I can totally guide you on drawing blood.”

Shawn blinks. “Please tell me you didn’t force yourself to draw someone’s blood all on your own.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it, Shawn, just drink it so you don’t drink me.”

“I’m literally in your debt forever.” Shawn pulls out the bag and just– bites. He doesn’t even know what happens in the moments between grabbing it, still warm as it is, and it being already halfway empty.

Gus gags.

As soon as the bag is empty, which is in only seconds, Shawn looks up at Gus. He tries to ignore the almost transcendent euphoria slowly soaking through him, forcing himself to focus on the outside– namely, the fact that Gus might be about to vomit on the little carpet they recently added to the sitting area. “Dude! Why did you watch?!”

“You didn’t give me time to leave the room!”

“You could’ve turned your head or, just closed your eyes, man!”

Gus tsks. “Look, are you feeling better now?”

Shawn licks his lips. Gus stifles a gag.

The euphoria is fading, slowly, and even still god it feels good. He feels fantastic, unstoppable, top of the world– 

“I think so. My voice is fixed up, at least.”

“Thank go– uh, gosh. It was terrifying before!”

“I don’t know that it was that bad.” It was. It is. Gus saying it outright hurts.

“It absolutely was! You sounded like a demon Shaw–” Gus looks Shawn in the eyes and sags a little. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine–”

“No, Shawn, it’s not. If this happened to me–”

Flash, grain, footraces so fast you miss them if you blink and stupid contests trying to lift the Blueberry and years passing and passing but the two of them never changing–

“–I would hate you pointing it out all the time.” Gus’s brow creases. “Shawn?”

Shawn’s mouth parts, awareness trickling back. His face feels like it’s showing confusion. He’ll run with that. Confusion and a joke, anything to ignore that vision and how fun it all seemed. “Gus, if you were a vampire you’d never leave your apartment again.”

“Honestly, I might ask you to stake me. After I ask Father Wesley about if that disqualifies my soul from Heaven.”

“Dude, I could never stake you. How can you even suggest that?”

“You’d have to, Shawn! I’m not built to be a vampire!”

“No-one is, man! That’s why it’s a curse or whatever!”

“You know what I mean!”

“Gus, you and I both know that just because we understand each other, doesn’t mean we’re making sense."

“Tsk!”

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Karen really shouldn’t be going through her Head Detective’s desk. And she isn’t, technically. She’s just… looking over the evidence box McNab put there before Lassiter and O’Hara went to the scene of the drowning.

“What are you looking for, Detective?” 

She’s not ignorant. Her best detectives calling out sick the day after a group of suspects are found dead in their own burnt-down mansion, Henry going on some little ‘quest’ of his own flashing his badge around at shops on the way to said mansion according to a series of complaints, Shawn being mysteriously absent the last few days except for a surprise drop-off of a kidnapper…

Something suspicious is obviously going on. This is why she always hesitates sending anyone from this particular unit on undercover operations. 

The journals Lassiter is holding onto look like little more than charcoal at first glance, but as she snaps on a pair of gloves and carefully opens one, there’s a shocking amount still legible towards the spine and center of the pages. They’re all handwritten, and the yellowing going so deep into the pages means they’re all old. She checks the stability of each one first, making sure none of them will crumble in her hands, and when none do she tries to make out the writing.

The penmanship is sloppy, the ink is faded, and the writer is using some kind of shorthand. It’d take days at the least to decipher this notebook, and based on her brief overview of the others they aren’t much more promising. As far as she can piece together in this moment, it’s mostly a travel log of some kind, but an old one- older any of the suspects were. Something that belonged to other victims in other areas, maybe?

… Other victims. Of course. 

She puts the notebooks away. She has some calls about cold cases to make.

[lost-creatures]

"Hot Cougars in your area". She'd seen the ads a hundred times before, they were probably the only motherfuckers willing to advertise on these piece of shit message boards, and most of them were just scams anyway. This time though:

Reader Discretion Advised: Eaten Alive, hard vore, snuff, vomit, musk, yuri, t4t

So I do as I'm told and walk away from my campsite in the middle of the night without telling anyone. We didn't have to go far— just some state park in the mountains above the suburbs. An arid montane scrubland echoed across the rolling surface, its reds and yellows muted to grey and blue in the winter moonlight. Three ridgelines deep into the mountains already. Just the hike to the backcountry campsite beat my ass, so my legs are screaming as I walk into the cold.

/

it was an unlicensed app, right? but you know the website seemed normal enough and i figured that if this worked, i wouldn't really care what they did with whatever got left behind. enough debt to buy a house i guess? i thought i'd been fucked anyway, made a profile and went 2 weeks without a response or message. they're just gonna rob me, huh? this is even better than Lex.

i really needed a girl to pin me down and start tearing into me, nobody ever goes hard enough goddammit. if you want something done right i guess you need to find the real deal.

i almost deleted the app, told myself two days in a row that i should. then, a photo, a mass, the clash of textures between corded muscle and gelatinous organ, heaped onto the dust at night. the kind of thing you'd see on a trail cam, but the angle was wrong.

how can i reply? i can't just hit her with the keysmash, how many women like her can even admit they'd want to do this to you. prey have to stand out a bit more these days, predator populations are way down.

"hey um, is that your work? i really liek it ;3"

fuck goddammit its over im fucking blowing it

"thnk u for noticing meeeee!~"

i'll just kms i'm cooked

"sorry i, the composition of the piece is very strong. the way the textures of the corpse contrast with the dusty landscape, acts to draw your focus as much as the border of the spot lighting and surrounding darkness. the off center lighting creates an almost sfumato effect along the massing, creating beautiful shadow shapes. would you want a new subject? ;3"

"Hahaha, you're cute aren't you?"

my rizz is unlimited

"We should meet. Do you know Henry Coe?"

/

Going back down the 22% grade is harder than climbing it and made even worse by the loose gravelly surface and the too many gin and tonics I had after we made camp. My boot catches a rock as I leave the trail and my knees hit the rocks. It hurts, but I'm having trouble finding the meeting spot, maybe some blood on the trail will help her find me. It feels like she's already on top of me. There's a pressure in the air and it makes every crack and shift in the earth reverberate across the slope. In that moment I can hear every motion every breath under the scrub. There's nothing, just wind howling over the crest of Mount Sizer. But I can feel her boring into me. I keep waiting for her to collide with me, knock me to the ground. I want her I want her inside me.

I want to be ready so I strip my torn clothing from my body.

This has to be the spot, the singular tree matches the photo she sent. I sit, bare ass shivering on the stone under the tree and wipe the fresh beads of blood down my knees, only managing to make a big red smear reaching halfway down my shins. The premix gin and tonics from the campsite start to fight their way back up my throat.

"I didn't think you were gonna show." she's smiling. Her stare pierces through me like I'm not even there. Its entrancing.

Her amber felid form followed my same path along the mountainside and into this depression. A little bit of my blood already stains her muzzle.

"You're Eloise? You know you shouldn't give your real name out to strangers on the internet, right?" She stretches the last word out, lilting, like she's trying hard not to laugh.

I'm struggling to respond through the boozy haze, the biting wind, and the nerves I get just looking at her. "i didn't really think it mattered" I uncurl a bit and she finally gets a look at my face. "can i know yours?"

She jumps, pounces, closing the distance between us faster than I can react. The full weight of her body hits me square between the breasts. Between her body and the rocks beneath every last wisp of air is pressed from my lungs. Her scent hits me all once as I gasp for air, she's actually wild, fuck. Her stink is acrid, acidic, astringent, its the kind of smell that sucks the moisture out of the air and dries out your mouth. I don't gag so much as start panting and straining towards her. "Its Tiffany." Planted on my sternum she makes every breath a labor and I barely manage to whisper a reply.

"i… i…"

I've wanted this for so long but I never thought I'd get this far. I have no idea what to say.

She shifts her weight into my guts and the sick I've been holding back overtops the lump in my throat and pours weakly down my chin. I gag into my chest as my entire body contracts and the waves of my vomit splash flecks of evidence into the fur of her breast and forelegs.

"Its okay kiddo, you don't have to say anything"

"please," I'm coughing up the heavier stragglers stuck in my throat, "you're beautiful" It just burns now. "i need you to take everything from me"

She laughs and looks down, guiding my eye to her massive paws pressing into the plush of my abdomen. To the contents of my stomach emptied over my still flat chest and softening waistline, dripping off in chunks. The tips of her claws poke from their cuticle in their round furred sheath. Fully deployed, each one looks like a karambit, sharpened just for me. She runs her paws gently over my belly, the touch imperceptable over that of the scouring wind, and still, red and black beads follow in the trail she leaves. The roughness of her underpaw brushes past my aching nipples. I can't help but gasp at the burst of sensation attacking my touch starved corpus. She cups her mouth over my breast and gently rolls the small lump of fat around with her tongue, punctuating herself by flicking the tensed tip against my nipples. I can barely process how desperately horny I am. Between my love life sequestered behind a screen and my newly sensitive flesh, I was unprepared. Warmth spreads where my cunt should be and I can't help but grind weakly against her soft underbelly. The first hardon I've had in weeks, I'm almost crying. She pauses a moment and grins down at my weak erection to let me frot against her own growing studded clit. She pins my wrists against the stony ground and puts her hips into it. I'm screaming, the feeling is so intense it almost edges into painful. She's growling feral in my ear, gravel infiltrating her saccharine valley accent. God Fuck please I need it its fucking happening. I shoot; I didn't even know I could do that anymore. The thin mucus spraying from my tip coats the gap between us and she thrusts harder against my pelvis. When she shoots, it hits me in the chin so hard I yelp.

"You really are cute. I hope I can keep you." Her voice trails off and she looks down at me with pity or maybe resignation.

Held down by her impossible strength, she pulls open the soft flesh of my belly like a ripe persimmon. I scream and the sound is deadened and hurried away by the gusts up the windward side of the mountain. Her snout pushes into the freshly wet cleft and I feel her buried deep inside my guts. She works her way underneath my ribs, my chest swelling at the foreign addition. There is a new pressure in me as she nibbles at my liver, the taut wet bulge of organ fills her mouth. I feel her tugging at me with suction at the back her her throat. Her teeth sink into me and the shifting cords of her stiff neck pull with enough force to tear the dark mass free. I sit in a howling void, fully part of that world. I am pure energy bursting forth from a charred vessel. Steam rises around the internal heat bleeding external, a pocket in our frigid night. Spread thin over the earth, I hope she makes eye contact with me while she chews at the choice cuts. She looks back at me, almost bashful at the intimacy held in our stares.

She lays by my side devouring me. Her cum pools in my jugular notch, stained pink with flecks of blood. A tongue like a wave of sand cleans my blood from my outstretched hand. She works her way between each of my fingers all the way down to the webbing. Rolling them over and over with that wet muscle. She knows exactly what she's doing, she's still finding ways to tease me back to ecstasy. In one smooth motion she pulls the hand into her mouth, laying the wrist perfectly along her incisors, canines neatly out of the way. And she bites, gently at first, and then the muscles in her jaw tighten and contract. Blood oozes forth and then sprays from the base of the bite. The radiocarpal ligaments snap apart in suddenly relived tension and her teeth smash themselves between my many carpal bones. My hand spasms, articulated by pain, and she rolls her bite just enough. The back of my hand hits the wet of her hard palate and every nerve in my hand screams as it comes away in her mouth. She pins the arm under her while she sucks at the meat of my hand.

its too much its everything im scared i cant

I come to and the wind's died down a little, the moon's not quite where it used to be. I guess you can live a pretty long time with your guts out and no liver. Longer than I'd have thought anyway. A stump of a wrist bounces off a rock as she drags me. The edges are black with either dried blood or frostbite. I'm not sure how much longer I have left, but every second I get with her is an eternity.

[deepcollectionunseen]

Twink Death

CW: forced weight gain, hypnosis, nonconsensual, musk

Alex was enjoying the sensation of being filled. Josh’s thick cock was stretching him in all the right ways, but something felt off. His eyes fluttered open to see the dark figure leaning against his bedroom doorway.

“Cam!” Alex frantically shot upright, Josh’s frame turning to face the man in the doorway.

“Hi, Alex. So this is who you’ve been running to? I knew you were a size queen but this…”

“Cameron, it’s not what it looks like-“

“I was just coming by to pick up my stuff.”

Josh stepped in front of the fully clothed man, his naked body clearly meant to intimidate the twig in front of him. Cameron glanced between the heaving pecs in front of him, and the sprawled twink in the bed. Sweat was clearly glistening, running down the broad man’s body down to his- Cameron looked away.

“Clearly, his body is more satisfying to you. Is that what you always dreamed of? Or did you never feel like this when we were-? Nevermind. My books. Sorry.”

Josh intercepted hIm again, cock twitching slightly. Was he enjoying this? Bullying the poor cuck? 

“I don’t think now’s a good time, nard,” Josh spoke with a sneer. Oh, so he really was a bully.

Alex gave a frustrated whine, pitifully pleading, “Josh, please. I forgot he was coming by. Let him grab the box, and get out.”

Josh cocked his head slightly, then with a sweeping gesture, let Cameron pass into the room. Upon entering, Cameron was assaulted by the sweat and musk in the air. Bending down, he picked the box off of the floor, the books inside various tomes of magick and witchkraft. He sighed. His mind was racing.

“So, are you just waiting to watch the next round or…?” Josh taunted.

“Shut up, Josh,” Alex scolded. His eyes darted down to the books. A look of fear crossed his eyes. Cameron noticed. Well… it would be good, wouldn’t it. Curse them both.

“Sorry, lost in thought,” Cameron sighed.

“Please don’t, Cam. I’m sorry.”

“What?” Josh interrupted.

“Nothing,” Alex quickly muttered, “Just let him leave.”

Cameron looked down at the lithe figure sprawled on the bed. How many times had he caressed that body. He had become a top for that beauty. The perfect bottom, those luscious lips pulled in a pout. But potentially they had been too similar. And based on the hulk of man who’d just been going at him, Cameron was clearly never enough for Alex. Cameron pointed.

“You-”

“Cam, please!” Alex begged, drawing a pillow to himself.

“Will never cheat again. You will be obsessed with his musk. Whenever you smell it, you will want his cock in your throat, and his bush in your nostrils.”

“Yes.” Alex said, his eyes glazed slightly.

“Good.”

“Yo, what the fuck is going on,” Josh demanded, quickly crossing the room to grab Cam’s arm.

“You,” Cameron quickly said pointing at Josh, whose grip became slack almost immediately, “will treat him like a cock-sleeve. You will make yourselves massive for him. You will make yourself a muscular god to make him happy. Your balls will never be empty, you will always be horny. And you will make him fat on your cum.”

“Yes.” Josh’s eyes glazed over, and his balls fattening almost immediately. Cameron gave them a soft feel, they were the size of eggs. But they could be bigger.

“Whenever Alex gains ten pounds, your balls will get bigger by ten percent. You want to have the biggest balls you can have”

“Yes.”

“Have a good life you two.” And with that, Alex swept out of the room. The slam of the door broke the strange reverie.

“What was that?” Josh asked, his vision coming back into focus.

“Cameron cursed us I bet,” Alex groaned, “Probably something stupid, like we’ll never be able to avoid a hangover or something. That’s what he did to a one night stand one time.”

“Damn. He can do that?” Josh asked glancing at the twink. Alex’s body was beautiful, almost like he was carved from marble. But he could stand to gain a few pounds couldn’t he. His ass would look a little better with a little more heft. A little more jiggle. He moved closer to Alex.

“Yeah, he… what is that, mmmm, that smell. Is that you?” Alex breathed in hungrily, his nose like a bloodhound, sniffing out the source. It brought him down to Josh’s now flaccid penis. “It is you. God. You’re a beast. I need you. Josh, Daddy, ram your cock down my throat right now.”

“I feel like I ought to clean myself off first since- oh!” Josh bucked slightly as the twink buried his face into his crotch, “Oh, Daddy likes.” He grabbed Alex’s hair slightly, the urge to face fuck him taking over. He was horny. He was ravenous. And he wanted to fill the Twink with whatever he had. 

Alex was lost in the scent. He could feel his mouth aching and the bruise on his throat from the beating it was receiving from Josh’s cock. But he couldn’t stop, even as he felt the twitching pulse as Josh came down his throat. Josh’s balls were pulsing on his face, and the musk was driving Alex crazy. Almost immediately after he came, Josh was already pounding Alex’s throat again. The twink was his fleshlight, an object to be used and filled. And Josh was horny. He was ravenous.

The two passed out, hours of facefucking drawing all of their strength, fatiguing their bodies. The smell of sweat, and musk, and cum pervaded the air as the two fell into a deep sleep.

A few weeks later, Alex was noticing changes. His pants weren’t fitting quite as well. His belly had budged up a little. It must have been the change in diet. Josh had gotten really into bodybuilding again. He said he wanted to be massive for Alex, which made him blush remembering the way he growled it into his ear. Alex would have to start doing more exercise to make up for it, but it was hard to exercise with Josh. The moment he caught a whiff of the muscular man, he couldn’t help himself. The urge to drink him in was too much, so he had taken to just waiting for Josh to get home from the gym, so he could bury hsi face between the larger mans thighs. And Josh loved it. 

Almost a year later, the changes had really started to catch up. Alex was near the 300 pound mark. His lifestyle of gluttony had taken a toll on the slender twink’s body. What one was toned muscle was now a layer of flab. But his boyfriend was a  different story. Despite the near similar weight, his boyfriend was a beast. Nearly every inch was pure muscle, his body shook the ground when he moved. His biceps we mountainous peaks, his pecs were slabs of beef, and between the two was the beautiful armpits that Alex worshipped like a puppy, breathing in the intoxicating scent. Josh’s thighs were thick and corded, and Alex spent most of his time nestled between them, drinking the jock’s nearly endless supply of fresh cum.

“Drink up my little piggy” Josh said, emptying his balls down Alex’s throat for the eighth time this morning, “I want to make you a whale.”

Alex’s moaned around his boyfriend’s cock, the orange sized balls pulsing energetically. Alex hadn’t liked the nickname at first, but was coming around to it. He felt like a pig, a good pig with his face covered in cum. It felt like every drop of cum that was poured into him now was enough to keep him fed. He was stuffed, and he loved it.

It was three years later that Cameron finally dropped by again. The scent of the house made him gag at the doorstep. Wrapping a mask around his face, he knocked. 

“Come in” came a booming voice. Cameron opened the door slightly, and heard the heaving breathing and moving of weights down the hall. The house was a mess. It looked like the apocalypse had happened, cobwebs and dirt piled up everywhere. Empty takeout filled the table, and Cameron swore he even saw a rat sneak through the filth. He followed the sounds, but was stopped in the doorframe, and chuckling he leaned against it.

Inside was a massive man, clearly he had taken muscle growth to heart, His whole frame had blown up. It looked like he was struggling to move with how massive his body had become. His arms looked like gorillas, the musculature showed every vein, extending from two shoulders that deemed more like beachballs. They framed his head, where a thick beard hid most of his face and neck. His pecs were heavy; he was past slabs of beef, he was a whole bull waiting to be carved up. His waist tapered slightly, but the round gut he had showed he staring for strength, not for aesthetics. His thighs were tree trunks, but little more than could be said about them, because nestled between them was a mop of hair, furiously. Going to town on him.

The twink was gone, obliterated. In Alex’s place was a whale of human being, his throat seemed swollen from the sheer amount of cum he was constantly draining. Kneeling in front of his master, the former twink rested on his massive belly, his ass high in the air. Every inch of him was flab, soft and supple, too big to move. 

“So… looks like I was right. You didn’t cheat on him”

All that answered Cameron’s jeering was the muffled gags from Alex, and a deep sigh of release as Josh came again. Cameron walked around to view the handiwork. And like he imagined, Josh balls hang like two weights, solid watermelons, churning and pumping cum into the whale in front of him. The cycle now seemed permanent. Every time Josh came now, he was probably pumping a gallon of cum into his personal cock sleeve. It wouldn’t be much longer til the two were just growing each other constantly.

“I’m doing fine. Thanks for asking. But it looks like you’re happy like this.”

There was another sigh of release, and frantic gagging as Alex was pumped full again. Guess he really was a size queen.