#this just in: accidentally made them pretty whoopsie daisy

[nightmare-foundation]

it is only complex bc abuse is always done with purposeful intent. that is the textbook definition. who accidentally abuses someone? you don’t have to label his emotional incompetence as abuse. cause it’s not. that makes no sense… cause his character isn’t one dimensional. it’s literally just a character flaw, even if it hurts someone’s feelings. just like how jason is a hypocrite and dick practices escapism instead of dealing with his problems. majority of the times when he’s fighting another bat or bird, it’s either mutual or out of his control, so yeah ima give him grace by ignoring highly ooc comic runs. cause no one’s character is consistent, especially if you’re the freaking batman. idk, speaking generally when u literally get to build-a-bruce wayne is mainly just a skill issue, so maybe u just want him to be abusive?

Anon, abuse can absolutely be unintentional. You can unintentionally hurt people like that. Abusers don't always look at the people they abuse and think "I'm hurting and abusing them"- a lot of the time they really aren't aware they're being abusive and even think they're being helpful. I'm not saying some abusers go "whoopsie daisy!" And slip up like how you'd accidentally drop a vase. I'm saying the abuse Bruce puts the batkids through, especially Dick, is something he's doing not knowing he's being abusive or neglectful.

As an abuse victim, yes this is possible. My dad is abusive, but he isn't at all aware of it. Does he still love me to absolute bits? Of course. I don't doubt that he loves and cares for me. Is he still abusive? Absolutely. This is the case for Bruce.

His emotional incompetence is absolutely a character flaw, but how he goes about it with his kids is harmful. Take this example:

>Robin: Year One #3

This is just after Dick was nearly beaten to death by Two-Face. Bruce is genuinely afraid here, he's blaming himself for what happened to Dick and thinks that firing Dick will keep him safe. But he communicates absolutely none of this to Dick; he just yells at him, fires him, and then gives him the cold shoulder for months. Dick feels like such a failure that he runs away, thinking that Bruce doesn't want him around anymore. And i don't think this is ever really rectified or resolved. Dick becomes Robin again, but Bruce insists that he follow orders like a "good soldier".

And this incident still weighs heavy on Dick years later, thinking of it as his failure, especially since the whole situation was so traumatizing.

>Robin #0

And this is just one example of Bruce being emotionally incompetent and hurting Dick in the process. There's also the entirety of Batman #416, Batman #408, and NTT #55, all separate incidents where Bruce is unable to communicate and hurts Dick in the process. This is very present throughout their entire relationship, and there's far, far more examples of Bruce's emotional immaturity/incompetence being harmful, not just to Dick, but to the rest of the batkids as well (I believe it's one of the reasons Jason ran off to find his birth mother).

Bruce pretty much never communicates, not even to offer praise. This is something that frequently comes up and is even joked about (Dick being weirded out in Batman: Under the Red Hood when Bruce thanks him), but is a strong point of insecurity for the Robins. In fact, Dick wasn't even sure what Bruce really thought of him, if he thought about Dick at all (Gotham Knights #14). Jason also doesn't believe Bruce loves him, thanks to the sheer differences in communication styles and beliefs (which, honestly, the tragedy of that warrants it's own post), and I believe Damian has stated that, if it made Bruce happy, he'd stop existing (I'm not sure what comic it's from, so take this with a grain of salt). I'm not sure about Tim, honestly, since I haven't read his comics, but I wouldn't be surprised if the pattern continued with him too.

And ALL of this stems from Bruce being emotionally neglectful. A lot of issues in the batclan comes from this, honestly. Neglect is, by definition, abuse, even if it's just emotional neglect. This is often paired with Bruce miscommunicating if not outright being verbally abusive (such as yelling at Dick, as seen above), or even physically abusive (Nightwing #30, NTT #55, and at least half a dozen other instances with Dick alone).

Speaking of, I also don't believe Bruce being physically abusive is actually OOC, mostly because it's a trait that's been present since the Golden Ages, and Bruce is the one who decided beating up criminals was a good alternative to therapy. Bruce in general has a lot of anger issues, and is a pretty violent person. This is nothing new, and if you don't count the Golden Ages as canon, it's been at least present since the 80s. It's been consistent over a long period of time, and because of that, i really don't see Bruce being physically abusive as OOC, except for in certain cases (such as RHATO #25 and Gotham War, both incidents that I don't believe are in character when it comes to Bruce's opinions on Jason killing based on previous comics).

I don't really "want" Bruce to be abusive. I think it'd be better if he wasn't, but at this point, the batkids' characters hinge on him being abusive or at the very least neglectful, otherwise, aspects of their characters don't particularly make sense. Also, all of this is stuff I've picked up on as I slowly get through comics and read more meta posts. I'm not the kind of person who makes things up, and if I'm proven wrong about something, I typically reevaluate my thoughts, step back, and admit that I'm wrong. And so far, I really haven't seen any real evidence towards the "Bruce isn't abusive" column beyond people saying "these comics are out of character"- which is subjective.

Also, I only don't like it when people say that he's not abusive and then list things that are abusive. Mostly because it's genuinely dangerous.

Also also, I'm not saying Bruce is irredeemable or an awful person. He certainly isn't great, but he's absolutely capable of change and he loves his kids to death. There's almost nothing he wouldn't do for them (except kill, obviously, which is honestly something I agree with him on). I think he's stubborn and hot-headed, but once he actually sees the harm he's caused, I think he's fully willing to change, even if it's hard for him. Bruce is far from heartless. He cares a lot! He's just fucked up and has a ton of unresolved trauma that messed up his parenting. I really can't state how much I believe Bruce cares for and loves his family.

Anyways, at the end of the day, I believe Bruce is abusive. Abuse has a lot of nuance to it, and to a lot of people, abuse is always done intentionally and knowing that what they're doing causes harm. But this isn't always the case. Bruce is, imo, a really good depiction of an abuser who genuinely loves his kids and thinks he's doing right by them. And I honestly prefer his character this way; Bruce is WAY more interesting to me if he's fucked up like this.

Sorry this took a minute to answer, I have a lot of thoughts on this topic.

[jellycreamjammedart]

okay ive caught up so now it’s time: 

more fnaf ar workshop assorted headcanons

(everything newer sums up to just different skins rather than new animatronics so there might not be a whole lot)

Remember when I said before that every other animatronic find Springtrap’s plushsuit gross and will only put up with it if you make them wear it in your workshop otherwise only Springtrap’s CPU would be seen in the moldy rabbit suit? Then he gets the Toxic Springtrap skin and everybody else is introduced to a whole new level of gross they couldn’t fathom. No other CPU will want to use Toxic Springtrap plushsuit if they can help it either. Not even Foxy’s Radioactive suit looks THAT much like a biohazard!

Now, the Toxic Springtrap suit isn’t actually toxic. Otherwise nobody would want that in their workshops and potentially their houses, and nobody would be able to handle it without getting poisoned and maybe reducing their property into a dead-zone. The “toxic” comes mostly from looks only, but the suit is at most, potentially just an allergenic. Being in close proximity to the suit or an animatronic wearing it can cause a degree of sneezing which becomes stronger fits if someone actually breathes the purple fumes from bursting spores. Touching the suit or having the fumes getting in contact with bare skin may cause located itching, which is easily solved with a regular shower. Oddly it’s kinda similar to a mild pollen allergy, but with no harmful symptoms really.

Now, the Firework Freddy plushsuit. What even can be said about it? After all it’s just regular Freddy Fazbear... but DADier (and regular Freddy’s already pretty DAD-y if you ask me.) He doesn’t even care about the actual theme the suit takes after, he loves it exclusively because of the absolute DAD(TM) aesthetic it radiates (also because the humongous firework makes him a little more intimidating and he kinda digs that too.) Though his favorite part of it all is most certainly the glasses. If events like backyard grills or BBQ parties where local dads basically gather like a natural habitat are regular occasions in your house there’s a good chance your Freddy will use the Firework suit-- it looks just so oddly appropriate for such events-- especially if the resident is a dad themself and/or lives with their child(ren.)

Meanwhile, Chica finds her Liberty Chica plushsuit okay, but a bit too much for casual wear. Despite being a matching counterpart for Firework Freddy celebrating July 4th, Chica thinks it translates far better as a Halloween costume, so she may rather wear it on spook season.

Endo-01 never thought it would get its own alternative suit, since it’s often considered just the base of every other animatronic. So when it got the Flamethrower Endo suit it was so delighted it showed off its super cool flamethrower a bit... recklessly, out of sheer eagerness. That’s how the Scorched Chica and Flaming Springtrap suits came to be: Regular Chica and Springtrap that Endo-01 accidentally set on fire with its new suit. Whoopsie daisy? Fortunately it was mostly only their suits, the actual animatronics were just fine.

The Broiler Baby suit is the exception, as it was indeed a new suit for Baby. Baby likes to use it mainly during Winter or generally cold periods, especially if your house lacks a fireplace or heater to make sure you (and whoever else lives with you) can stay warm anyways. If the fire in her furnace goes off, you can set it alight for her the same way one does for any coal-based furnace, but Endo-01 in its Flamethrower Endo suit or Springtrap in his Flaming Springtrap suit also tend to help light her furnace back up.

Despite all these fire and heat-themed suits being basically the polar opposite of Freddy Frostbear, he doesn’t seem to be personally avoidant of them nor does he seem affected by their heat despite being made of ice.

[lucadansembourg]

highsocietyhq task forty-one —–  inspo.

“oh! i’ve made the wrong decision, haven’t i?”

i. william thacker // notting hill (1999)

luca is, at his core, sort of a bumbling idiot. truly, every time i watch this movie, i can’t tell the difference between them. will’s constantly making bad decisions, running around like a fool and risking it all for any chance at being loved. and then - in the end - he still manages to make the wrong decisions for himself, even if the right answer is obvious. i feel like luca is a bumbling hugh grant type, anyways, so you can find a bit of him in pretty much any 90s rom com starring hugh grant because jesus christ this dude gives off awkard vibes for MILES. 

here’s a few scenes that really give me luca energy: 

“oh, i’ve made the wrong decision haven’t i?” the luca vibes of fucking up and realizing it literally two hours later. also rhiannon is his insane roommate spike, no i won’t elaborate. 

the “whoopsie daisies” scene really just. it has all the awkwardness of luca trying to interact with anyone ever so. jot that down. 

i just think this scene is funny sorry i had to include it

ii. ben wyatt // parks and recreation (2009 - 2015)

let’s be real with each other: the invasion was definitely luca’s version of “ice town costs ice clown his town crown”. i have to laugh because of that, but the manic energy of ben wyatt managed to fit luca perfectly. i think ben carries the same “constantly fucking things up” energy that luca does, and he also has that awkward manner of interacting, even if luca definitely lacks that deadpan sense of humor that ben wyatt’s known for. also, during luca’s super depressive phases he would try to make “requiem for a tuesday” 

here’s a few scenes that really give me luca energy:

"do you think a depressed person could make this?” - luca trying to convince anyone he doesn’t have depression and failing wildly. 

the ice town chronicles is. yeah. 

“who hasn’t had gay thoughts?” 

iii. danny tanner // full house (1987 - 1995)

i’m just going to say it: luca d’ansembourg is what would have happened if a sitcom dad accidentally became king of a small country. and i will also, full disclosure, admit that i hated full house as a kid. but danny tanner in half of the clips i can find of him is just... the “proud widower dad” energy is too much and i just. why are half the 90s tv dads widowers? anyways! danny tanner was really trying his best to raise his daughters right and i think that’s the number one reason that i get luca vibes off him. 

here’s a few examples:

the dumbass energy that he carries in this collection is. luca vibes. 

this collection of scenes is luca vs anna & liza during the invasion SO. 

iv. bruce banner // marvel cinematic universe

i think most of this is the way that bruce banner in the mcu constantly reads like a strange, repressed and definitely depressed dude. all of which hold luca energy. even if i feel like luca doesn’t have the ability to “hulk out”or even truly get mad enough to get close, i think that the whole “suffering through everything” angle really fits him, too. 

anyways here’s the scenes with luca vibes: 

the not knowing how to do a fistbump in this scene. i just-

the entirety of this video

v. maxwell sheffield // the nanny

i won’t lie - i actually wrote my app for luca while i was watching “the nanny” and somewhere along the line my wires got crossed and i accidentally made luca a whole lot like mr. sheffield. oops! anyways, the widower with a heart of gold who adores his children and is weird about being allowed to move on from his spouse? yeah. that’s both of them. i hate this realization, because it’s only made me want to rewatch the nanny over again for like the 5th time this year. 

have i mentioned that this is my favorite show ever? anyways! here’s some clips: 

"i’m 42 years old and what have i achieved?” 

the entire “imaginary friend” sequence. 

vi. george mcfly // back to the future

now - this is all because luca is a goddamn doormat, just like george mcfly in the first back to the future movie. if luca wasn’t a royal, he’d be the guy getting bullied and forced into doing some asshole’s homework. also - it’s about the whole “loser gets the girl” trope, that’s basically the story of luca’s marriage. anyways! i think another point is that george gets this “big damn hero” moment, and i can definitely see luca managing that by complete accident, too. so.

ok here’s my 3 favorite george mcfly moments:

getting bullied is luca energy

going through the plan over and over again. luca before ever event. 

the “big damn hero” moment

[porkchop-ao3]

I just read your J19zeta7 fic and it was amazing!!! If you’re still taking request, I would love to see J19zeta7 maybe pushed into going to a strip club with other ricks and they make fun of him? Until reader, one of the best dancers, takes notice how handsome he is and gives him a special lap dance. It makes all the other ricks stop in their tracks. Maybe after his dance it lead to more smut? Or do however you want with this ☺️☺️I think you would do amazing at!!! I love your writing!! Thank you

This is a very sweet message for starters, I’m so glad you enjoy my writing! :) I’m sorry this took so long. Whoopsie Daisy, I accidentally made this over 4.5k words… So I hope that makes up for the wait! xD This one features deepthroating, yay! Enjoy x

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Working at a strip club on the Citadel of Rick’s wasn’t what I’d pictured myself doing five years ago, but I’d soon come to realise that Spearmint Rick wasn’t a half bad place to work. A decent wage, a flash penthouse to live in free of charge, all the clothes I needed for work supplied to me; I had it pretty good. After all, women living on the Citadel was a rarity, and there was a total of six of us working at the club, all of which were taken care of by one Rick. The owner. He made sure our every need was catered for, we were never left wanting for anything. He knew what we had to put up with, he knew we needed an incentive to stay.

Rick’s weren’t always respectful. Some would try to touch us without permission. Some would make comments that were a little too inappropriate, even for in a strip club. Some of the wealthier Rick’s would try to bribe us for extra services. Now, this wasn’t strictly against the rules, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t taken one or two up on their offer. I wouldn’t call it prostitution. No. I only slept with a Rick if I wanted to, if they wanted to give me money at the end of the night, well then… That was up to them. Let’s call it a gift.

It was the same faces every night. Well, that was obvious; every face was a Rick. But it was always the same Rick’s, some would be regular visitors coming every week… one or two visiting every day, even. I would go as far as saying I was friends with a few of the nicer ones. But generally, they blurred into one. When I danced for them on stage, they were a fuzz of lecherous grins, wolf whistles and gruffly spoken compliments; usually along the lines of look a the ass on that, or get a load of those tits. It was all very predictable, after all, they were literally different versions of the same person. There wasn’t much room for uniqueness.

That was exactly why when something was different, I noticed. Up on stage, I tossed a glance over my shoulder at the group of Rick’s that always took up the same space every Friday night; a set of three of them in uniform. Council guards. They’d always whoop and holler, drink way too much. Then again, show me a sober Rick and I’ll eat my hat. One of the three always got handsy, paid me for a private dance every damn week and always wanted more by the end of it; but he just wasn’t my type of Rick. But this week, I noticed an extra figure perched at the edge of the table. Between spins on the pole, I watched him. His eyes were fixed on the table, and he nervously tapped his fingers on the sides of his glass. He looked a little different to the other Rick’s; he wasn’t in uniform for one, and he wore his hair differently. But what struck me the most was his expression, it was gentler than the other Rick’s. There was no trace of a dirty smirk, or an ogling gaze, just a soft smile and a slight curve to his brow. It wasn’t a particularly comfortable looking smile, and it certainly wasn’t a look I’d seen around before.

My slot on stage was up, and once the song I’d been performing to came to an end, I made my way down the steps at the edge of the stage to ‘make the rounds’. There was a routine to this gig, every couple of hours each girl had a stage slot, a time to be the center of attention, to advertise the goods. Once it was up, we mingled; flirting Rick’s out of their hard earned money in return for a private dance. For their cash they got a topless dance, full nude if they paid extra, and if we liked them; they could touch.

I made my way over to the guards’ table, utilising the well practiced walk that swayed my hips in a way that had the Rick’s drooling. Oddly enough; this job was empowering. I’d never felt sexier, so desirable, so in control of a situation despite having my tits and ass almost completely out. The way each Rick would watch me, try to get my attention, work to get two minutes of my time or even a wink. How flattering it was to be told every night that you’re my favorite, baby.

“Lookie here boys, it’s our girl.” One of the Rick’s called out as I stopped in front of the table, bracing my hands on it’s surface and leaning over.

“It’s good to see you all again, though I will admit. I’m a little offended that you missed our date last Friday.” I teased, sweeping my eyes across the row of men in front of me. It was true, it had been two weeks since they’d last shown their faces; a very odd occurrence.

“Ahh, sorry, baby. Staff- council made us go on some shitty staff training weekend. Did, uh, did you miss us?” Another piped up, the one directly in front of me. He leaned across the table, his flirtatious smirk just inches from my face. I watched as he stared down at my cleavage with as much subtlety as a brick. I reached out and placed a finger under his chin, lifting his head to look him in the eye.

“Of course I did. You’re my favorite customers.”

“I bet- I bet you say that to all the Rick’s.” He said, and I smiled in amusement. I dropped my finger abruptly from his chin, and I stood up straight, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Where are your manners, boys? You haven’t introduced me to your friend, yet.” I turned my gaze to the Rick on my left, the different one. He jolted at the attention, looking up at me with wide eyes. A snort came from the Rick who always got a private dance, and I glanced at him.

“Friend? This idiot isn’t our friend. He’s a tag along. We just thought, hey, if you’re so goddamn eager to linger like a bad smell, how about- why not come see how real Rick’s spend their Friday nights?” He told me, and I raised a brow.

“‘Real Rick’s’? He looks like a Rick to me.” I looked the guy up and down, and he flushed under my gaze.

“He’s Doofus Rick. Jus- come on baby you don’t need to waste your time on him. He wouldn’t even know what to do with a woman like you.” The Rick directly next to him said, turning his back slightly, trying to block him out of the conversation.

“I doubt that’s true, is it, sweetie?” I leaned back over the table, towards the so-called 'doofus’. “I bet you know exactly what you’re doing.” I gave him a sultry smile. He seemed to shrink under the attention, his slightly lazy eyes not seeming to know where to settle; darting between my breasts and my face and the other Rick’s. “Doofus Rick, huh? That doesn’t sound very nice. What’d you like to be called?”

“I’m- I’m Rick J19Zeta7.” He told me quietly, and I smiled.

“Alright, Rick J19Zeta7. I haven’t seen you in here before, what brings you here?” I asked, and he glanced over at the others, who seemed to be watching on with varying degrees of disbelief plastered on their faces.

“Th-they told me we were going to the observatory.” He admitted, and I chuckled.

“So, what you’re saying is, you don’t want to be here?” I asked, raising a brow in amusement. His lips parted and his brow curved in guilt.

“No! That’s not- I didn’t mean to say that. You’re very nice and I- this is a nice place, gosh, I don’t want to offend you or anything.” He rushed to make amends, and I simply shook my head with a grin on my face.

“I’m joking. I’m not offended.” I held my hand out to him daintily. “I’m Lyra.” I greeted him. He looked at my hand for a moment, before giving it a very gentle shake.

“That’s a- Lyra’s a pretty name… like- like the constellation.” He smiled timidly.

“It’s not her real name, dumbass. They’re all- all the girls are given different names here. They’re all after constellations. Thought you’d figured that one out after Andromeda over there bought you your… your glass of spring water.” One of the others sighed heavily, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, that’s- that’s pretty clever! I like that.” J19 smiled, and I couldn’t help but smile back.

“Jeez.” I heard one of the Rick’s mutter. I pursed my lips in thought.

“Well, thank you for the compliment all the same. I agree, Lyra is a pretty name.” I straightened up, taking a step closer to him, reaching a hand out to run my fingers through his hair. Being so close, I saw the slow sweep his eyes made from my legs to my eyes, and I saw how they clouded with something close to lust… but it was swiftly hidden. “You’re cute, Rick J19Zeta7.” I commented, giving him a cheeky smile. Rick fidgeted, avoiding my eyes and scooting forwards in his seat, closer to the table. I noticed the Rick next to him give him a funny look, before he broke out into a smirk.

“Oh shit, Doofus. What’s wrong? Did you get a stiffy 'cause the pretty lady spoke to you?” He asked in a condescending voice, and the poor guy flushed impossibly red. I resisted the urge to join the other Rick’s in peeking under the table; but they all resurfaced howling with laughter.

“Oh my God, he does. He actually fuckin’ does.” One of them exclaimed.

“Shit, this guy- hey, Lyra, is this a new record for you?” Another cackled, and I rose a brow at their display.

“I don’t- I- shut up you guys! Why’d you always try to embarrass me like this?” J19 whined, yet his hands had gone under the table, no doubt to cover himself up. I licked my lips as I watched him. Something about him was very attractive to me; whether it was his kindness or his innocence, I wasn’t sure. But the idea that he was sporting a boner while we spoke… well, that did something to me. I trailed my hand down to his shoulder and leaned down to him.

“How about I show you my private room, sweetie?” I said into his ear, and his body went rigid.

“I- I don’t have any money, c-cause I didn’t know we were-”

“No charge.” I said, biting on my bottom lip.

“What the fuck?” My regular Rick yelled, looking pissed. I rolled my eyes and looked over at him.

“Cool it, honey. I simply want to talk a little more, somewhere without all this loud music.” I assured him, flashing him a flirty smile. “Don’t worry, you’ll get what you came for later.”

“Damn right I will.” He grumbled. He pointed a finger at J19. “And you, keep your goddamn hands off of her, she’s- I don’t want her tainted.”

I rolled my eyes subtly as I turned my head back the Rick in front of me. “So?” I asked, offering my hand to him.

“Talking more w-would be nice.” He nodded, taking my hand as he rose to his feet. I smiled and led him away from the others.

“I’ll see you boys in a little while, don’t go anywhere.” I called over my shoulder.

Once we were away from the main club and halfway down the corridor towards my private room, I turned around, taking his other hand and walking backwards as I led him. I glanced down at his crotch, noticing a slight bulge there, and smiled.

“You know, Rick, if you’d like me to dance for you while we talk… I’m quite happy to.” I purred, backing into the door and pushing it open. The private rooms were fairly small, atmospherically lit with colour changing lights: fading from pink, to purple, to blue, to purple, to pink. There was a comfortable sofa inside with dozens of throw pillows, a glass coffee table, and a speaker; quietly playing music.

I led him to the sofa, gently pushing him down by his shoulders. He leaned back into the cushions, never once taking his eyes off of me. “I-I think I’d like that.” He nodded.

“Yeah?” I said coming close to him and placing my hands around the back of his neck, beginning to sway my hips to the sound of the music, undulating from side to side. “Alright, sweetie. Since it’s your first time here; I’ll treat you.” I smiled, stroking my hands down the front of his chest as I bent my knees, lowering myself down in front of him, before rising back up.

“Wow, you- you’re a good dancer.” He said, his fists balled up at his sides.

“Thank you.” I laughed, turning around and shaking my backside for him, bending over as I watched him over my shoulder. He looked incredibly flustered, like he wasn’t sure how to react. “So, do tell me, how do you know those other Rick’s? Are you a council guard too?” I asked, hoping the small talk would put him at ease.

“No, not officially… I do help out though, they won’t- they won’t let me become a certified guard.” He said, rather sadly.

“And why’s that?” I asked, turning back around to face him as I moved with the music.

“Well, you saw how they talk about me. They don’t th-think I’m smart enough.” He admitted, looking down to my waist.

“You seem plenty smart to me.” I noted, and he shrugged. I didn’t like how sad he was looking, so ran my fingertip down the side of his cheek and said, “Would you like me to take this off?”

He watched as I flicked my bra strap against my shoulder, and his eyes widened. “You- you’d actually do that?”

“Of course. I’d like to.” I nodded, stroking my hands slowly over the mounds of my breasts, tempting him. He didn’t answer, but I took his astonished expression as a positive response, so I reached behind me and unclasped my bra. Holding the cups to my chest, I shimmied each arm out of the straps, watching him gulp hard as I let it go, baring myself to him.

“Oh, wow, they’re- you’re so pretty.” He told me, and I giggled, playing with my breasts for him, squeezing them and tugging on my nipples. A quiet whine came from the back of his throat, and I noticed the bulge in his pants had grown and I could see his hard on tenting his pants clear as day. At the sight of it, I felt a surge of arousal go straight to my core, and I shuddered.

“You wanna touch them?” I asked, secretly praying he’d say yes. Every single suggestion I made seemed to surprise him, his eyes widening, his lips parting to show his cute, crooked teeth, those cheeks turning pink.

“Ohh gosh, I- I don’t know, Lyra… I haven’t really, um, been with many women.” He admitted, and I gingerly climbed onto the sofa, straddling his lap.

“Please?” I couldn’t help myself. The hands by his sides rose to my body, hovering over my waist, twitching slightly. Eventually, he touched me, his fingers like little sparks of static electricity against my skin. He wasn’t even touching my breasts, yet I found myself moaning quietly. “Rick you're… I have to admit you’re one of the most irresistible men I’ve met on the Citadel.”

“Really? Oh, jeez that’s really something, Lyra. W-why is that?” He asked, his eyes focused on my breasts as I wiggled them in front of his face.

“You seem very sweet. I’d like to see if… if you’re like that in the bedroom.” I admitted, taking his hands in my own and slowly guiding them up my body, my grip loose, not at all forceful. When they reached my breasts, he squeezed them of his own accord, and I chewed on my bottom lip. “Or if maybe… you’re a bit of a freak. A real dirty boy.”

Rick laughed nervously, his hands moving back down to rest on my thighs.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” I asked, getting ready to climb off of him, but the hands on my thighs kept me in place.

“No! I’m just- I’m really- I don’t wanna get too, you know… you’re a beautiful lady, and I don’t want to get carried away and do something you don’t like.” He admitted, and I chuckled, sounding slightly menacing even to myself.

“Relax, baby. What if I want you to get carried away?” I said, and he let out a soft moan, pressing his lips together quickly after. I trailed my hand over his chest, moving down his body to his lower abdomen. He jolted and looked down at my hand warily. “This looks like it’s uncomfortable.” I said, ghosting my hand over the straining tent in his slacks, not quite touching him, yet asking him for an invitation.

“It- it is a little.” He nodded sheepishly.

“Looks impressive too. Your pants must feel real tight right now, hmm?” I continued, and he nodded slowly, licking his lips. “Well. We can’t have you feeling uncomfortable now, can we?” I said, my hand hovering over his fly. I looked to him for permission, and he nodded his head again. Carefully, I unbuckled his belt, then undid his pants; tugging them open and pulling them down a little to free his hard on, covered only by a pair of loose boxers. I always found it interesting how different Rick’s had different underwear preferences. It was a fun little game to try and guess, J19 surprised me, I had him down as a briefs man.

“Does… does it bother you?” He asked, and I glanced up from his arousal to look him in the eye, swallowing down the saliva that had gathered in my mouth. How shameful.

“Does what bother me, sweetie?”

“That I’m, uh, that I’m like this because of you.” He said, flushing. I raised my brows in surprise at his question. I giggled, and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“Oh, honey. I’d be bothered if you weren’t.” I told him, and he laughed too, seeming to relax. “Listen, Rick J19Zeta7, I’d like to make you feel good.” I whispered to him, stroking my fingertips over his lower abdomen, making his breath hitch.

“Yeah?” He replied, a twinkle of excitement in his eyes.

“Tell me to stop if… if it’s too much, okay?” I said, and he nodded his head eagerly. With that, I gave into my urges and wrapped my hand around his hard on, squeezing gently through his cotton underwear. Rick tensed, a quiet whine coming from the back of his throat, getting louder as I stroked him slowly. I brought my other hand up to his chin, tilting his head up so that I could kiss him. He froze for a moment, seemingly unsure of how to react, but he quickly relaxed; kissing me back with as much enthusiasm as I was hoping for. His confidence seemed to grow, and he allowed himself to trail his hands over my body, exploring every part of me, squeezing and caressing every curve.

I took this as confirmation that it was okay to proceed, and slowly crept a hand inside his boxers, stroking him skin to skin. Rick broke the kiss, his eyes flying down to his crotch as he let out a desperate groan, breath picking up. My palm quickly moistened with his precum, and I had no doubt that he wanted this, I just wondered if it was half as much as I did. He cursed under his breath, his head rolling back against the sofa, eyes rolling up to the ceiling unfocused. I took the opportunity presented to me and pressed kisses into the column of his neck, earning a little breathless laugh for my actions. I slid back in his lap, trailing the kisses down as far as his clothes would let me, sneaking my free hand underneath his shirt and caressing his chest. His little moans and gasps were getting to me, his inexperience was obvious in that he seemed a lot less reserved than other Rick’s, Iess controlled… and it was driving me loopy.

“Rick, baby, I wanna- can I use my mouth on you?” I found myself asking, sliding further back in his lap and readying my descent to the ground before I’d even got my answer. I wasn’t disappointed though, as his head darted up to look and me and he nodded eagerly.

“Yes! Please, tha-that's…” he trailed off, holding his tongue. I smirked, sinking down to the floor and kneeling between his legs. I reached for his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear to pool around his ankles; he was quick to raise his hips to help me. Less and less shy he was becoming, boldly reaching out to push a piece of hair away from my forehead as he chewed on his bottom lip. Keeping eye contact, I gave a long sweep of my tongue along the underside of his shaft from base to tip. “Ahh! Fu- oh my gosh.” He whined, his cock twitching in my hand.

The head of his cock slipped past the tight ring of my lips and I bobbed up and down, keeping it shallow and twirling my tongue around him; tasting the sweet yet salty flavor of his arousal. I groaned, closing my eyes for a moment to savor the sensation of him filling my mouth inch by inch, as I took him deeper. He was noticeably larger than the other Rick’s I’d been with, as few as that may be, and the desire to get up and ride him burned inside me. Alas, the equally strong desire to feel him throb and release in my mouth prevailed, and I kept my knees firmly on the ground.

“Ohh Lyra, y-you’re so good at this!” He gasped, and I felt tension in his legs as I ran my hands up his thighs, the tension that came with the urge to thrust. An urge that most Rick’s followed without hesitation, but this one seemed to hold back. Perhaps it was a little messed up to think of that as a challenge, but I did.

I took him deeper still, relaxing and ignoring my instinct to gag as I felt him stretch my throat. With my eyes closed in concentration I didn’t realise how far I’d taken him until my nose made contact with his groin, and I felt an immense rush of satisfaction. Rick’s hand found its way to my head, fingers tangling in my hair. I pulled off of him to take a breath, a string of saliva connecting us.

“You like that? Like having your dick buried deep in my throat?” I asked, a flood of boldness filling me and coaxing the dirty talk from me. Rick shuddered and I watched a bead of precum roll down his shaft.

“Y-yes, yeah, you’re amazing at… at taking it.” He told me, eyes darkened with lust. I mouthed him again, taking him to the back of my throat over and over with each unbridled bob of my head. Rick writhed above me, making a satisfying amount of noise, and I felt the subtle tightening of his hand in my hair. I pushed myself to go quicker, deeper, wanting to pry the dominance out of him, groaning with joy when I got my wish with a hard buck of his hips and a growled; “Uhh, fuck yeah!”

Rick plowed into my mouth with uncontrolled, desperate thrusts. His eyes were squeezed shut and he was letting loose deep, lustful grunts until finally he pushed my head down, burying himself as far as physically possible. My gag reflex was all but non-existent when my mind was so focused on the sensation of his cock twitching, filling my throat with hot cum. My ears were filled with the sound of his long, blissful moan, and my eyes became unfocused, blurred with tears as I groaned helplessly around him.

Finally, the pressure was elevated from the back of my head and I pulled off of him with a gasp and a few coughs, gaining back my bearings. I hadn’t realised how long I’d gone without oxygen. I felt Rick’s hands on my face, his voice sounded distant.

“Oh my God I’m so so sorry! I-I-I don’t know what came ov-over me.” He rushed to amend his actions and I blinked up at him in surprise. “Lyra? S-say something!”

I pulled him down by his neck, crushing my lips to his. I snaked my tongue into his mouth, flicking the tip of his and tasting him. When I pulled back, he was looking at me with a confused expression.

“You aren’t mad at me?” He squeaked and I shook my head.

“Fuck no.” I told him, turning away from him for a second to grab a pen from the coffee table behind me. I took his arm in my hand and pushed his sleeve up, and scribbled something quickly across his skin. “That’s my number. You, uh, you’ll call me, right?”

“Y-y-you liked that?” He exclaimed, eyes wide. I rose to my feet and climbed on top of him again, taking his hand and guiding it between my legs. I pressed his fingers to the seat of my underwear, and he swallowed hard as he felt the damp spot that resided there.

“You tell me, J19Zeta7.” I smirked. His fingers slid back and forth along my clothed slit, almost curious in nature. I took a shaky breath and climbed off of him, moving out of his reach. “I need to get back to work.” I told him, leaning down to pick my bra up from the floor. He watched me dress myself before glancing down at his arm.

“Wh-when should I call you?” He asked me.

“Well, that’s up to you.” I shrugged, turning away from him to inspect myself in the mirror by the door. I touched up my lipgloss and tidied up the panda-eye look I had going on, before smiling at him in the reflection. “But uh, I’d very much like to do this again and… sooner rather than later.” I said, and he nodded in understanding, a little smile lighting up his face. He rose to his feet, pulling his slacks up as he did. He came closer to me, stopping just a few inches behind me. We looked at each other through the mirror.

“Well, Miss Lyra. I’ve very much enjoyed speaking with you this evening.” He said, a mischievous edge to his voice. “Will I ever get to learn your real name?”

“Perhaps.” I smiled. “You’ll have to wait and see, until we meet again.” I turned around to face him.

“I look forward to it.” He replied.

“Now. Come on, your friends will start to get suspicious.” I giggled, then led him out into the corridor, making sure to pull his coat sleeve down as I did.