#the moons a dick

[cokoweee]

Oooh you wanna talk about SR Yuichi's life soooo baaaaddd ooooh u want toooo (pls i need people to share the angst lmao)

UUUUHH SUPER QUICK MEDIOCRE WRITING COMIC GO

thias was in fact not quic it took a fat minute despite being sloppy af

[dudedidujust]

The daily planet runs a front page article calling superman the light of mankind

Cue the batfam launching a counter campaign in support of Signal,  the real Light of Mankind.

It starts as a joke but quickly derails into an all out war.

[rendevok]

Act I ~ The Prince

A tapestry for Let No One Sleep by @azalawa-scroggs on ao3

[fanaticalthings]

I really like the idea of the bat kids designating Dick and Jason's apartments as sibling gathering spots but for opposite reasons.

Sibling needs some comfort? Some eldest daughter advice? A shoulder to cry on or just a lil getaway spot from the chaos of Gotham? Dick's apartment is perfect.

But if a batkid wants to complain, maybe wants to talk shit about Bruce, or maybe even wants to discuss a lil felony in a judgement free zone? Jason's place it is.

And I like to imagine that while Dick readily keeps his doors open and reminds anyone that they can drop by anytime, it's the opposite for Jason.

Dude's got his place riddled with traps and locked up to the high heavens. He makes it obvious he doesn't want visitors, and vaguely insinuates that there are bombs rigged somewhere in his apartment so there's a always a 50/50 chance you might get blown up if he's feeling particularly bitchy one day.

But does that stop his siblings? Absolutely not. Unlike Dick (who assigns himself as the guiding older brother), Jason has been forcefully labelled as the older sibling you go to if you need to complain and stir up havoc. The hundreds of traps in his place mean nothing. And it's worse because Jason is never prepared for when someone drops in.

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[Jason, 3 hours into his sleep, blearily waking up to a weight on his chest at 4am]:

[Damian, perched atop him, eyes dead-centre locked onto Jason without blinking]: Hello, Todd-stop screaming it is unbecoming-I just came to tell you that father won't allow me to adopt another stray I found on patrol.

Jason, half-asleep and like 70% sure he's hallucinating: Wha-

Damian: I need you to blow up his car.

Jason:

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[Jason, arriving home after a 6 hour patrol, exhausted out of his mind, turning on the lights]:

[Stephanie, previously baking brownies in the pitch black darkness before Jason arrived]: Oh hey! Just thought I'd drop by, y'know, for fun.

Jason: Bruce yelled at you again.

Stephanie: Bruce yelled at me again.

And yes, while most of the time, it ends up as wholesome sibling bonding, sometimes the other batkids just feel like inconveniencing Jason just whenever, because what are siblings for?

[Jason waking up and seeing all of his traps and security systems disarmed and very deliberately broken in a way where he'll have to replace all of them instead of being able to reactivate them]:

[Jason, immediately dialing his phone angrily]: Tim, I swear to GOD-

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[Jason giving himself a rest-day and cooking some meals]:

[Dick somersaulting in through the open window unannounced (he missed his brother)]: Whatcha up to, littlewing? :>

Jason: GET OUT-

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[Jason casually reading a book, feeling a sudden chill up his spine]:

[Cassandra standing in the corner without so much as an exhale, watching Jason intensely. Who knows how long she's been there]:

Jason: Are you here to kill me

Cass:

Jason: Just make it quick.

[m00njelly2]

Literally me right now plus bouncing on c0ck

[fettuccin-e]

It's Never Easy

Kinktober Day 24: Edging

Tags: Steven Grant x Reader x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley, yeah that's right they're all here baby, afab!fem!reader, oral and fingering (f!recieving), unprotected piv (wrap it irl I am begging you), edging, crying during sex, orgasm denial (w/c: 1.3K)

A/N: Yeah that's right the boys are back in town, and by that I mean all three moonboys. They're all little shits and I adore them (For Kinktober, I've been using this list from flightlessangelwings!)

You think that you’re finally wearing Steven down.

He’s been at this for hours now, you think, burying himself between your thighs and losing himself like he never wants to leave. He’s fucking incessant when he gets you like this, licking at your cunt until his eyes have glazed over and he’s grinding slowly into the bedsheets. He moans when you tug at his hair, the vibrations from it going up your spine.

“Fuck, Steven, I need-” you moan, your chest heaving with the way Steven sucks your clit into his mouth, licking at you in a way that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your hips hump into his face, chasing the sensation. “I can’t, fuck, I’m gonna- think I’m gonna-”

He pulls his face away just like that, watching as you shout, your hips grinding into nothing but air as your pleasure and your orgasm dissipate. He holds your thighs apart and just looks at the way you tremble, his eyes wide and a blush high on his face.

“That’s it, darling, so fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, and you grind your teeth together. This is the third time, the third fucking time, he’s done that. Gotten you so close, your body locking up and threatening to fall off that precipice, before he pulls himself away, leaving you with nothing.

It’s fucking maddening, and Steven just watches, squeezing at his thick cock as it aches between his legs.

“Please, Steven,” you whine, high pitched and needy. “Need you to let me cum, fuck, please let me cum.” You sound so pitiful, so desperate, that Steven’s eyes soften at your begging.

“Oh, I know, love,” he murmurs, sliding a thick finger up the seam of your cunt. “Need it so bad, yeah? It’s okay, darling, I’ll let you cum,”

You nearly sob with relief when he leans back down and sucks your clit into his mouth, sinking two fingers into your entrance. He’s relentless, playing with your clit with his tongue, nudging the tips of his fingers into a little spot inside of you that makes you want to cry. Your orgasm surges back up inside you without warning, and you can’t fucking breathe.

You brace yourself for him to do it again, to pull away when you start babbling, “Gonna cum, fuck, please let me cum,” between heaving moans. But Steven doesn’t let up, doesn’t slow down, and you start to smile with the fact that he’s actually going to let you have it this time without pulling away.

Except, he does pull away.

You cry out as Steven’s head shoots up from between your legs again, but you can only watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head, his jaw clenched.

Marc looks up at you from his place between your thighs, a cocky little smirk playing at his lips. 

“Oh baby,” he says, and his voice is gruff, dark, so unlike Steven’s. “You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?” You gasp for air as Marc sinks a third finger into you, and he grins. 

“So pretty when you’re almost fucking there, sweetheart,” Marc murmurs, and he leans close to brush his lips against yours in a whisper of a kiss. “Whining, pleading for us to just let you cum. Steven was going to let it happen, put an end to your misery, but me?” He fucks his hand into you so hard that you choke on a moan. “I like seeing you squirm.”

And the process starts over again.

Marc fucks you on his fingers without a hint of remorse, driving into your g-spot in violent, debilitating thrusts that have you reeling.

You get so close so many fucking times, over and over and over again, your body drawn tight with the overwhelming need to cum. You beg, plead, gripping the bedsheets so hard that you fear you might tear them. But Marc. Doesn’t. Stop.

Every time he feels it, that tell-tale tightening of your body, hears the way you start to go quiet as you focus on finally falling over that precipice, he pulls his hand out of you without any finesse, any mercy.

Around the third time he does it, you really do start to cry, sobbing for Marc to finally let you cum, that you need it so bad it hurts.

“Can’t- it’s too much, Marc, please, please let me, need it so ba-ad,” you hiccup through your moans, tears bubbling up in your eyes and spilling down your cheeks.

Marc leans down and kisses them away, cooing at you as he grinds the calloused tips of his fingers into the most sensitive parts of your cunt.

“Okay, sweet girl, I’ve got you, come on,” he murmurs, his thumb coming up to press against your clit, grinding little circles into it and sending you fucking flying. “Don’t cry, baby, I’ll take care of you.” 

“Thank you, thank you, thank-” you’re in the middle of thanking him, practically tasting your orgasm on your desperate tongue, when Marc’s eyes roll back, and his hand rips away from your cunt.

“No,” you whine, choking on your tears as your body quakes beneath his, “no, no, please.” You’re practically hysterical, desperate for it after so fucking long, after Steven and Marc have shredded you apart.

“Princesa,” Jake grins down above you, unmistakable with his dark gaze and a smile that is purely fucking primal, feral. “If you think you’re going to cum on anything but my cock, you’re wrong.”

And you can only gasp at Jake notches the thick, leaking head of his cock against your gaping entrance, and shoves himself in to the hilt.

You scream, your back bending into an obscene arch as he fills you up so perfectly. 

“Jake, Jake,” you sob through labored breaths, “I can’t, it’s been, I don’t know how long it’s been, please, please. I need to cum, fuck, ‘m begging.”

“Oh, my beautiful girl,” Jake croons, “Of course you can.”

Of course you can. Like you’ve had permission all along, like it was that easy. Like you haven’t been broken apart by each of them, over and over again, reduced to a sobbing, shaking mess beneath their body.

He’s only one, two thrusts in, but you’re coming anyway, screaming with it as tears flow down your cheeks. Your entire body locks up with it, your cunt squeezing tight around Jake’s cock in rhythmic pulses that have him clutching painfully at your hips. Sweet, sweet relief fills your body, like water in a desert, the sun after a hurricane. It’s fucking bliss, incomparable, absolutely debilitating.

“Mierda, that’s fucking beautiful, fuck,” Jake growls, and he presses into your body so deep you think you can feel it in your stomach, and pumps you full of his cum. “Good girl,” you hear him mutter, “Good fucking girl,” before darkness grows into the edges of your vision and quickly swallowing it whole, leaving you to fall into pitch black oblivion.

When you finally come back to yourself, you feel warm, safe. It’s no surprise to you, since you usually feel that way in this flat, in this bed.

“I didn’t fucking kill her, Steven,” you hear Jake growl. “She’s breathing just fine. And don’t act innocent, you and I both know that you worked her just as hard as Marc and I did.”

“And you all better pamper me,” you croak, still refusing to open your eyes, “As soon as I take a nap.”

“Hermosa,” you hear Jake breathe, and you feel his lips press to your forehead. You crack open your eyes to meet Jake’s gaze, his eyes wide and more worried than he usually lets on. “Are you alright? You- you passed out.” he asks, and you giggle.

“Never been better,” you murmur. “But any of you try that shit again, it’s no sex for a fucking year.”

Jake grins in that roguish way that makes your heart flutter. "As if you could resist any of us for that long, mi vida."

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 274

You know what is fun? Baby Ghost Jason. You know what could be even more fun? Ghosts are Dragons. 

Jason? Aware of none of this. 

He was on comms, y’know listening and rolling his eyes at Dickwing, who used his real name, really Dick, he mocks. It’s just a stakeout, nothing new there, honestly boring when he could be blowing something up instead. It should have just been a stakeout. 

Yet there’s something suddenly there, something behind him. Something that causes his hair to stand on end and his comms to spark into static like some sort of horror movie. Something, something with clawed hands with corpse-pale skin tipped in black, stained or dead or something else, tilting his head up and up and up as he’s frozen. 

“A child, out here? Alone?” a voice crackles, hisses, hums, and purrs, somehow all at once, unnatural in its tone. He can’t move, he needs to move, he has to move, but it’s like the space around him has gone cold and dead, like he’s stuck in the Pits once more as claws hold his head and his vision blurs. “Sleep, child. Rest- we’ll be home soon.” 

[iteratorsex]

void worms and iterators knew about each other they could be friends. and they could hate on the guardians together

[st4rd0lly]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐍’ ?

cw: first time sex , gentle dom chuuya , AFAB reader (no gendered terms) , fingering , praise , MDNI 

“How are you feelin sweetheart? Talk to me, come on..” Chuuya presses a kiss into the crook of your neck, having your legs spread wide open as his boner presses against your ass. Your jaw is slacked open, nothing but gasps and choked moans leaving your mouth desperately. “Let me hear your pretty voice.”

“O-Oh fuck Chuuya!” You whine loudly, squirming around in his hold. Maybe it wasn’t as bad of an idea as you thought to ask Chuuya to help you orgasm for the first time. “It f-feels so good, so so good..” You babble out, tears brimming your eyes with each rub of your clit against his palm, his fingers curling inside of you.

“You really haven’t played with yourself that much huh? You’re still so fucking tight, relax baby I’ve got you.” He whispers reassuringly into your ear, your hole was sucking him in so tightly but you were still so wet. A squelching sound came from every time he thrusted his fingers into you at a steady pace. “Sound so pretty f’me, think I might cum just from hearing you..”

At 15, you were well acquainted with the storm that was Chuuya Nakahara. Chuuya was your close friend, a fellow executive, a work partner. You grew up together from your teen years well into your early 20s. And despite your few years as an executive…

“I haven’t slept with anyone.” You admitted to Chuuya, resting your head on your hand, pouring yourself another glass of wine with the other. The topic of intimacy got brought up when Chuuya had an awkward run in with one of his one night stands at the bar you two were at. But now you were in the comfort of his home, still drinking but in a more relaxed setting.

“Really? I mean there’s nothin wrong with that, not like you need to sleep with someone. Do whatever you want.” Chuuya told you, looking at you with some curiosity as to why you seemed defeated. But he couldn’t deny that he found the cute pout on your lips to be adorable. You were clueless about how attracted he was to you. In the same way, he was clueless about how you were attracted to him too.

“This might be TMI but-“

“Nothin’s too much information, don’t worry.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to sleep with someone, I mean I do. I wanna… explore more sex stuff-“ God this was embarrassing. Maybe it was just the wine talking. “I want it to be with someone I trust which is pretty reasonable right? And I’ve tried- no this is embarrassing.”

“I won’t judge, I promise. But I also won’t force you to tell if you don’t want to.” Chuuya says with a voice so soft, your breath feels as if it got taken away. 

“Are you sure? Really sure?”

“I’m all ears doll.”

“I’ve never even had an orgasm which sounds silly but I’ve never had one. Every time I come close to having one when I play with myself, it’s like it’s too much.” You groaned out, burying your face into your arms that were resting on the table.

Chuuya was silent for a couple of seconds but those seconds felt like hours, and hours of just sheer embarrassment. That’s enough wine for tonight, you think to yourself. As you lift your head up to quickly say an apology, he says something that makes your heart beat even faster.

“Y’know, if you want help, I can- I wouldn’t mind at all.” Chuuya tells you, looking at you dead in the eyes with a flushed face. 

“‘M trying to relax Chuu, it just feels—” You cut yourself off with another high pitched moan, biting your lip. Your eyes dart down to where his hand was, the sight only turned you on more. Slick was practically drooling all over his hand, his pretty fucking hand. Two of his digits rubbed against your G-spot, causing you to yelp. “Faster please, please I need it!” You squealed, feeling your orgasm buildup.

“Shit I actually might cum too..” Chuuya groans lowly, his hand picking up the pace. He rubbed his palm against your clit harshly, fingers thrusting in and out of you. His cock rubbed against your ass, even the slight friction was enough to drive him insane. 

“H-Holy fucking shit! Chuuya! ‘S too much! ‘M gonna cum!” You cried out, back arching and hips bucking into his hand. 

“You can take it pretty, fucking cum all over my hand.” He growls into your ear, each plunge was relentless. Your walls spasmed around his fingers, voice going hoarse while you screamed his name, cum gushing all over his hand. Your eyes rolled back with your body shaking, going limp in his hold. Pants left your parted lips, chest heaving with every breath you take. His fingers slowed down, you could feel the string of cum connecting from his fingers to your pussy. 

Your vision cleared up more and you were able to see how he brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean of your essence. He moaned at the taste, panting a little as well when he took them out of his mouth. “So fucking sweet…” He whispers, his fingers dipping back down to stroke your pussy again, you let out a small whimper. You could feel the wet fabric against your ass, you shift your head at Chuuya. 

“You came from that?” You asked with an amused tone, smiling a bit. He grins back down at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Don’t get so cheeky with me dolly. How could I not? With such a pretty person falling so nicely underneath me… can’t really blame me can you? Did so good for me.” He praises you, and your chest feels warm. “You think you can handle a couple more rounds? Or do you want a break first?” He asks with his voice low. 

“A couple of rounds won’t hurt right?” You say, shifting your body to face him, a sweet but seductive smile growing on your face to lean closer to his lips.

[violent138]

Gordon, walking over to Bruce and Dick: "So what do you think, Clock King? Or is this the work of Calendar Man?"

Brucie Wayne: "Well I really hope it's neither, I don't want this year's charity gala getting cancelled, all my friends--"

Gordon, impatiently: "It's just us, drop the act, we're running out of time."

Bruce:

Dick: "Yeah B, we gotta go save the day-te. Get it?"

Gordon: *vein bulging in forehead, moments from lighting up indoors*

Bruce in the Batvoice: "It's Jervis Tetch, the invitation is to a tea party. Robin and I will try to narrow down potential locations for the hostsges."

Gordon, looking around: "Okay, I'll get you two out and meet you guys back at--" *realizes they're gone* "For the love of God."

[queenariesofnarnia]

a mouthful 🤭

various male characters x f!reader (let that imagination go crazy babes🤩)

warnings: just a bit of a non descriptive blowjob, 18+ mdni !

wc:200

one hand was in your hair that you spent time perfecting. his almost animalistic groans filled the small room that he dragged you in. his hips move at a steadily increasing as he thrusts into your mouth. 

“look at me baby” he commands gently, his free hand under your chin. you meet his eyes seeing his pupils blown in pleasure. you can feel spit running down your chin and tears form as his cock hits the back of your throat. “you look so pretty like this” he coos at you. you thank him with your mouth still full but he knows. his thrusts begin getting sloppier when you begin massaging his balls. 

“i’m so close baby are you going to swallow it like a good girl?” you nod enthusiastically answering his question. he chuckles between grunts as he hits the back of your throat one last time his warm release coats your tongue and throat. he wipes the tip on you lips leaving some cum behind. “open up let me see. go ahead and swallow” as he watches you do so he smiles at you lovingly, pulling you up for a kiss. “now lay down my love it’s your turn”

[hor3nee]

cw: nsf/w shitposting

Leon gets whatever the fuck is the opposite of post-nut-clarity as in pre-nut-happy.

As in he starts laughing and twirling his hair at you when he's horny and hard. As in skipping through the house and batting his lashes when he's in the mood. As in getting on his knees and kissing your hand and foot before he stuffs his face into your cunt and laps at it with a stupid smile shoved against your pussy.

[sleepyminty]

Absolutely losing it that we are now able to be an absolute dick to abnomalities in the new mirror dungeon

Except for lost passenger

[ilovelosermen69]

We not stopping until he looks like this

[scarareg]

[m00njelly2]

I want to suck someone’s c0ck so badly 😭