#unintentional dick jokes

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

My two favourite discreet dick jokes:

Ravenclaw’s motto/slogan/whatever being “A wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure”.

Taylor singing “You didn’t measure up in any measure of a man” in The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived.

The best part? None of those two were intentional, probably.

[starry-bi-sky]

Clone^2 by @starry-bi-sky !! Danny and Damian are the siblings ever

They are the worst to eachother /pos

(Hope you don’t mind the tag starry :p)

[graphicpepsi]

apologize (nsfw, mdni)

OR: what happens when zaddy könig gets jealous?

you honestly hadn't meant it.

Gliding your fingers against his forearm, batting your pretty eyelashes up at him as you laugh at whatever mediocre joke he made, twirling your soft hair in-between your delicate fingers. It's just how you acted, that's all. You get flustered when strangers talk to you.

But to your 6'10 military boyfriend, it was everything but unintentional.

"You imagine him fucking you like this? huh? This what you wanted?"

König slams into you, mercilessly, ignoring the way tears stream down your puffy cheeks. His fingers curl around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you start to slip.

"Köni, Kö-"

"Quiet," He snaps his hips back into you, his forearm flexing above you as he braces himself with the headboard.

He fucks into you so hard, your eyes want to roll back with every thrust. You're certain he's leaving bruises all over your ass with how hard he's pounding you.

You claw at his back, desperately, and surely you're leaving bruises.

You honestly didn't mean for this to happen- but the look he gave you after you had laughed at the strangers joke- patting his chest innocently- sent daggers into your soul, and you knew you were getting to him.

From then on it was a game for you; how much could you get away with? You were absurdly nice to every guy you came across, smiling at them without prompt and biting your lip half-heartedly.

It was when you bent down sweetly to grab something off the bottom shelf for an older gentleman that König had enough.

The whole car ride home you had been silent, his knuckles turning white from how hard he's gripping your thigh.

Now, those same knuckles were being fucked into your mouth, muffling your pathetic whines. Drool was running down your chin, drizzling over the hickeys that littered your neck. You were fighting to keep your eyes locked on his.

He grunts above you, almost angrily. Your pussy squeezes around him desperately, the tip of his dick hitting your pillowy cervix delicately.

God, you love it when he's mad; his angry clock slamming into you, gagging you with his fingers, his other hand curled around your throat. Fuck, you can still feel the sting of the deep purple hickeys he had chewed into your neck in the parking lot.

You can see the outline of his dick in your abdomen as he pounds into you.

"Schatz." König's voice snaps your attention back on him, "Eyes on mine." He practically growls when your eyes flutter shut with ecstasy, landing a hard slap to your ass.

"König, I'm gonna-"

"Beg for it, doll."

You whine, clenching down on him.

"Please let me cum König, please, please 'm so fucking, please-" You start to babble, incoherent nonsense spilling out of you as he fucks into you harder.

"You think you deserve to cum? Flirting with other men all day?" König slows his thrusts down, staring into your eyes with a mixture of lust and envy.

"m 'sorry, Kö, 'm so sorry please let me cum," You whine, your pussy nearly hurting with how it's being abused.

"You're sorry, Schatz? Fucking pussy belongs to me, ja? Cum on my dick, love."

His voice softens when he sees your pained expression. His pretty thing needs to cum. He slams into you, hard and fast, vibrating his thumb against your clit. His fingers are still wet from when they were down your throat, and the hot wet feeling against your puffy clit sends you over the edge.

You cum on his dick, back arching into him as he fucks you through your orgasm. You can feel him shoot hot stripes of cum onto your stomach moments later.

You're panting into his neck, arms wrapped around his back for stability. He pulls out of you softly before pressing open-mouthed kisses down your neck, comforting the angry bruises he left earlier.

"Did I hurt you?"

His voice is so fragile by your ear you almost missed it.

"No, Kö, I loved it." You whisper, rubbing over the hot red scratches you left on his back.

He presses a kiss to your forehead.

"No more bullshit, ja?" He pulls away from you. "This is mine," He slaps your pussy hard, "Belongs to me." He rubs your overstimulated clit for a moment before laying down next to you, tugging you on top of him.

You happily snuggle into the crook of his neck, bare tits flush against his chest.

Those hickeys stayed for weeks, and König didn't let you cover them up once. He just looked at you through dangerous, lidded eyes, threatening to leave darker ones on your jaw if you covered up the ones on your neck.

You couldn't deny you loved it; loved being marked by him, marked as his-

Maybe you'd make König jealous more often..?

A/N: id sell my entire family if it meant i could smell him ngl. hope y'all liked this one if u want me to write sumth lmk! still sorta new to tumblr

[ram-bles]

a crumb of nsfw daisuke?

daisuke x reader | headcanons

requests/inbox: open

[ 🔞 minors dni ]

woah. from sweet to spicy. ill give this a try!

wrote this on mobile, sorry for the fuckass formatting.

gender neutral reader. sillies. lots of sillies. weed mention (like once).

🌺 c'mon, he somehow sneaked in some of his secret stash'a magazines. he's still a guy after all.

"Dai?" "Yeah?" He's busy on his Gameboy, but he acknowledges you, tilting his body to show his face but his eyes were glued to the screen. "Did you steal these porn mags from Jimmy or someth—" A pink blur suddenly pushes you away, using his feet to kick it back under his bed. "DUDE. PRIVACY. C'MON NOW."

🌺 You've probably caught him once or twice even before you two were a thing. It wasn't hard to, after all, you both shared a room.

Too lost in the sauce to even notice you, so you had to clear your throat. You've never seen someone so shocked to the point he doesn't know whether to shove his dick back in his pants, hide under the blankets, or try to do both at the same time but completely failing. He's stuttering your name out along with strings of apologies. Don't get your dick caught in your zipper now, Daisuke. "I didn't know you were there! Shitshitshit- I'm so so sorry- Aghhhh." He felt pathetic, whining in embarrassment. Daisuke ends up just pulling the blanket over the entirety of him. "You could've just asked me for help, y'know." He stares at you, scandalized as if he wasn't rubbing one off just moments ago. "How the fuck was I s'posed to know?!" You shrug, amused. "Dunno." "Man, fuck youuuu." "Happily." "Get over here already, please!"

🌺 Outside internship though? Weed before sex seems like something he'd do. I can't explain why.

🌺 Feeling his rings on you... in many ways.

🌺 Pretty sure we all agree that he's into praising. Both giving and receiving.

🌺 You know he's having lots of fun when the pitch of his voice goes high. Squeaking, voice cracking, whining.

🌺 Speaking of how vocal he is, he's probably loud too. But, since you're in the ship now, he'll try his best to keep it down, either on the pillow or you. He'll also be rambling about random things just so he doesn't finish early.

🌺 Dirty talking? ❌ He'll be cringing like there's no tomorrow. He'll make a discord (or whatever equivalent) kitten joke about it if he does.

🌺 Unintentional dirty talking though... That's another story. Or should I rephrase, more-so leaning towards cussing.

"Fuck— you're sosososo pretty..." His hands were pressing the back of your knees, folding and spreading your legs for him. He whines your name out, resting his length on your abdomen while he impatiently waits for your permission. "C'mon, pretty. I'll be this deep inside you." - "Feels good. Feels so good." He's panting and rutting into you like a dog. "You should- nh- loosen up a little- shit- if you get any tighter I think I'll cum..."

🌺 Quickies galore. Sure, it's less risky, but with his libido? Anyways, he's pretty easy to please anyways. A round or two would probably be enough for him.

🌺 Wearing his clothes while at it? Mega turn on for him.

🌺 Well, yes his libido is high, but you still need to be straightforward with him. He can't take hints...

"Want head?" "?!? Who's head?!" "YOUR DICK." "YOU'RE CUTTING IT OFF?" "WHAT? NO, I MEANT SUCKING YOUR—" "Good morning to you both too." "CAPTAIN?"

🌺 He loves giving and receiving hickeys. You would have to remind him everytime not to mark too high on your neck.

🌺 His aftercare involves lots of cuddling and lots of smooching.

🌺 Ending with a silly note. The first time you've done it with him, he ended up saying thank you since he didn't know what to do.

[dollishbabess]

Hi! Could I ask for headcanons of Damian and a reader that’s trying to befriend him? Like, they’re dating one of his brothers and are just trying to bond with him.

Hope you’re having a good day!

“DO YOU EVER SHUT UP??” ── .✦ dollish

A/n: this is actually creativee, and ty ofc you too, I was eating a burger while making this so correct any mistakes in your head pls

(Platonic!)

Sibling Rivalry You start off with the best intentions of being a good sister-in-law, but every time you try to engage with Damian, he challenges you to a duel. “You wish to be my sister-in-law? Prove your worth!” You look around a bit confused “How about proving your worth by helping me cook dinner instead?” You say a bit weirded out by this “king” act He reluctantly agrees but still insists on holding a sword while stirring the pot just in case this is an attempt on his life.

"Are You My New Mother?" Damian finds it strange to have a sister-in-law. One day, while you're helping him with his homework, he looks up and asks, “Are you my new mother?” You burst out laughing, saying, “No, I’m just your super cool sister-in-law! Way cooler than anybody else!” He narrows his eyes, “You are not as cool as you think, Do you have body dysmorphia or do you need a mirror?” He says side eyeing you.

Cooking Disaster You decide to bond with him by cooking dinner together. However, your culinary skills are questionable at best. After an hour in the kitchen, you both emerge covered in flour, and the kitchen is a disaster zone. Damian looks at the charred remains of what was supposed to be lasagna and says, “I think I preferred it when you didn’t come into my life.”

Pet Therapy Gone Wrong You asked dick what Damian liked best and dick said animals so you try to bond by bringing home a puppy, hoping it would melt his icy demeanor. Instead, the puppy jumps all over him, and he ends up on the floor with the dog licking his face. He exclaims, “This creature is trying to assert dominance! This is unacceptable L/N .” You laugh, “Well, it’s working. You look pretty helpless right now!”

Shopping Spree You decide that every good sister-in-law should go shopping with damian, If the dog didn’t work maybe a bit of shopping would. You take him to a mall and try to get him to try on some casual clothes. He glares at the store employees like they’ve offended his entire bloodline every time they suggest something. You end up with a pair of socks that have cats on them, and he’s stuck with a beanie that has a giant “D” on it. “This is not acceptable,” he mutters, but you can see he’s secretly amused.

The millennial core jokes..the problem with dating dick is you get infested with millennial jokes and start acting like the millennials you used to laugh at. “Hey, Damian, why did the Batmobile cross the road?”, he clearly cringes and then scowls. “I do not know.” “To get to the other side!” He rolls his eyes, muttering, “You are truly old.” You beam at him, “And yet, I can still fit in! Skidbi or whatever you guys say!”

Movie Night You invite him to a movie night, thinking it’s a great way to bond. You choose a romantic comedy, and he looks horrified. “This is not a movie! It is an abomination.” You insist, “Just watch it! It’s supposed to be funny.” Halfway through, he’s making sarcastic comments and you realize he’s getting into it, even if he pretends not to enjoy it.

Unintentional Matchmaker You try to set him up with your niece who’s around the same age as him, Thinking it would help him socialize. He turns up with the girl and they’re both awkwardly silent, prompting you to burst out laughing. “Are you two plotting a wedding or just not talking?” He glares, “It is not a marriage proposal!” but you can see the faintest hint of a blush.

Baking Lessons You attempt to teach Damian how to bake cookies, claiming it’s a “sisterly bonding experience.” He takes it very seriously, reading the recipe as if it’s a sacred text. When the cookies turn out slightly burnt, he deadpans, “This was clearly an attempt on my life.” You retort, “Nah, they’re just crunchy a new trend.” You take a bite almost chipping your tooth. “Mhm! Mmm yummy……” Damian raises an eyebrow at you. “Your not enjoying it.”

The Ultimate Test Finally, you declare a “Prankster challenge” where you both try to outdo each other in ridiculous antics. You prank Dick together, try to scare Alfred (didn’t work), and end with an epic pillow fight. When it’s over, both of you are exhausted, lying on the floor. Damian sighs dramatically, “I suppose you are not the worst sister-in-law one could have although you are questionably clueless .” You grin, “And you’re not the worst little brother-in-law either!”

── .✦ My brain is FINISHEDDDD so sorry if this is so wrong 😭😭

Second divider @cafekitsune

[sameschmidtdiffname]

Easy Money

Derek Danforth x AFAB!Reader

Summery: Minimum wage is a joke these days and we've all gotta make rent somehow. And who knew blonds could be so fun?

Tags: AFAB/Female pronouns reader, no use of y/n, voyeurism, sex worker!Reader, drug use (marijuana), sex while high, drinking, cursing, bisexual Reader, fetish party, reader plays with several people, tempature play/improper use of ice cubes, sex toys, possessive!Derek, dick piercing (I will not debate this,) face fucking, breast play, oral sex (male recieving), thigh riding, cock warming, cowgirl and doggy position, praising, pet names, edging, rough sex, spanking, vaginal fingering, degradation, dumbification if you squint, dacrophillia. There is no plot. This is just porn. Straight up.

Notes: Y'all begged to me, now y'all begging to your man. You're welcome. Also, please consume substances responsibly. Do NOT assume an edible ain't shit. They ALWAYS are.

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The gig is simple. Stand there and look pretty.

The woman who had hired all of us was very clear on the rules; serve drinks, talk to the men, don't have a brain, and if Derek Danforth gives you an ounce of attention, you return it. Sex was optional, but they pay less if you do not engage.

I was just there for the check. Times are hard, but this dress is easy to fit into... if I don't breathe. Jesus, it's tight.

The architecture of the mansion is beautiful. Really, if I wasn't working this party I'd be studying every room for an hour each. High ceilings, detailed woodwork. It's a shame it's all bathed in purple blacklights with everyone wearing neon glowsticks.

The people in attendance are in various states of undress. Some wear their clothes fully, some wear nothing at all. Most are in various states of undress, including the waitresses.

All of our dresses are the same- tight, black, and an easily detachable top with nipple pasties underneath in the shape of blacklight activated glow stars. It's tacky, but the girls who have removed their tops are getting way more tips. And with the debt I'm in, plus the security making absolute sure no camera are recording anything, what's the harm in if I join them? It's more money for me.

The various trays contain different things. Some drinks or shots, others different foods. Then there's the drugs. Oh yes. Cocaine, pills, capped needles on at least one tray I noticed. On mine are several marijuana joints, blunts and even edibles. Our employer had told us we were allowed to indulge, but any damages caused due to our inebriation would come out of our check.

Edibles usually aren't shit for me, so I feel quite safe.

A strawberry cube is tucked safely under my tongue, taking a long while to melt. I can feel my muscles relaxing, making me smile more to the guests as I work my way through the crowd. The beginning gentle buzz helps me to forget the way these people leer at me, some even reaching over to touch me before retracting their hands quickly.

"These guests are quite used to casual sex," the woman had informed us. "There's a code here. You'll each have a pendant around your neck. Depending on the color you choose it will inform them of your preference. Red is for looking only, green means you're okay with sexual touch. It's up to your verbal communication if that touch leads to penetration."

The party was tacky, but at least consent was key.

My color currently is red. It will take more of this edible for anything to change. And currently I see no one making the trouble worth it, anyways.

Right now, anyways.

A man with bright, blond tipped hair and a loud outfit works his way through the crowd. Laughing and speaking with some, taking in the different women serving different items. There's a confident swagger in his walk, one that normally I would scoff at when sober. But with the melting cube quickly joining my bloodstream, I simply stare curiously. It's unintentional, honestly. But he takes notice, narrowing his eyes in reciprocated curiosity before making his way over.

"You're new," he says. I offer him the tray.

"I don't know what you mean," I say politely. He picks up a large blunt, taking out his own lighter instead of using one of the complementary ones on the tray. He takes a long pull, shoving the item back into his snakeskin jacket pocket that doesn't match his zebra print, silk looking button up with black leather pants.

"The other girls have been working here for awhile. Who brought you here?" He asks after taking a long pull, holding it.

"Riley," I answer. He nods, exhaling.

"She's worked here a couple years. You two close?" He asks.

Not particularly. "We're friends," I answer. He smiles a bit, taking another hit.

"You like the party?" He asks.

"I like the lighting," I answer. "And I can't say no to free edibles."

"You take some?" He asks. In answer I scoop the edible onto my tongue and stick it out for him to see. "Good girl, that shit will make you relaxed."

"How much is it?" I ask curiously. Can't be too much, surely.

"Told my guys to pick up 1000mgs," he answers, taking another hit.

... what?

My confusion must be obvious.

"You not used to that?" He chuckles, leaning against the wall next to me.

"I induldge regularly, just... lower amounts," I answer. He exhales, laughing.

"You'll have fun then. Especially if you change your color to green, but that's completely up to you," he says. There's a moment of silence between us before I speak up.

"Nice outfit," I say. He raises a brow at me.

"Yeah?" He asks, scanning me up and down. "I think I prefer yours."

"It matches better, that's for sure," I say. He laughs, then sticks out his hand, his smile confident.

"I'm Derek, by the way."

"Ah," I say. Derek.

Derek!

"Nice to meet you, Mister Danforth," I say, accepting his hand. It's warm and large, strong against mine.

"I don't want to hear Mister out of you unless you change colors, pretty girl," he says, squeezing my hand. I feel myself smiling, heart fluttering a little.

"And what would happen if I did change it, Mister?" I ask politely. His grin widens.

"Well, with the way you look already I'd say people would have a fun time with you," he says, stepping closer. "I wouldn't mind a taste myself. I like my girls warmed up, though."

"Warmed up?" I ask, raising my brow.

"I'll tell you what," he says. "You're welcome to leave your tray anywhere, as I'm sure they've told you. You can change your color to green, enjoy your edible and just let the crowd guide you to me. I promise they will." His eyes roam over me, taking me in with a hungry gaze, his mind distracted by obvious thoughts. I wonder how well his shoulders would hold me.

Shit. He's right, this is strong. The herbal smell on his breath is inviting, and I'm already leaning in. Plus, his outfit is beginning to make visually stimulating sense.

"Isn't it polite for a host to show his guest around?" I ask, batting my lashes. I can feel my eyes drying out, my cheeks buzzing and my body beginning to feel the bass of the music just a little bit more than I was a second ago.

"It is, pretty girl," Derek says, taking another hit. "But you're not a guest, are you?"

No, I'm not. I begin to pull away when his hand catches my pendant.

"You want me to get that for you?" He asks, exhaling through his nose.

"Yes sir," I answer with a smile, placing my tray carefully on the table beside me.

"Good girl," he praises, changing the color with a quick flick of his thumb. "You'll fit in just fine."

Before I can respond, his lips attach to my neck, sucking earnestly and harshly. I can't help the small cry that escapes me, my hand finding his hair and burying itself in it as he pins me against the wall.

His hand cups my breast, kneeding it carefully as he creates patterns across my skin with his mouth, licking at the newly bruised flesh before moving on to a new, unmarked area. He holds his blunt up for me, trying to keep it still enough to allow me to take a hit. I accept, holding his hand steady by the wrist, inhaling as much as I can.

His lips detach from my throat, his eyes red and glazed over as his lips graze mine.

"Care to share?" He asks lowly, his fingers still tweaking at my nipple. I'm vaguely aware that my pasties have been removed, where they've gone to I've no clue.

Obediently, I blow the smoke into Derek's mouth, his hand leaving my breast to cup my jaw, holding my mouth open with his large thumb. Once I'm done he takes his own hit, holding it for a moment before pressing his lips against mine, sealing them together before blowing the smoke into my mouth as well. His tongue slides against mine, tasting of whiskey and smoke. I don't hate the way it blends with the sweet, surgery strawberry cube still melting under my tongue.

He pulls away slightly, breathing heavily.

"You taste sweet," he says. "Mind if I try some?"

"Go ahead," I answer. I expect him to take an edible from the tray, but instead he leans in again, his tongue searching for the half melted candy. He finds it under my tongue, slipping it onto his and then pulling away, smiling in satisfaction.

"Oh," I breathe, batting my lashes in surprise.

"I'll trade you," he says, pressing a small kiss to my cheek as he passes the blunt to me. "Just let the crowd lead you, sweet girl. I'll see you in a bit."

Before I can even think of a response, he slips amongst the crowd, gone in the blink of a hazy eye.

Alright. This is fine. Great, actually. I take a hit of the sour tasting blunt and begin walking amongst the crowd.

Derek was right, I am an eye catcher. Or maybe these people aren't particularly picky. But it doesn't take long at all before people are touching me, sliding their hands over my hips as I pass by, stopping me for a moment to press me against their bodies, leaving a mark or three on my skin. The attention makes my mind blank, smiles on my lips as I whisper 'thank you's, the patrons slipping tips into the tight pockets of my skirt as they release me, letting me blend into the crowd once more until someone else catches me.

I should be revolted, I know this. But the people aren't hard to look at, and with as much as I have flowing through my system all I can really think about is how amazing I feel. My joints feel like air is passing straight through them, my head feels light and free of racing thoughts. The lights entrance me, making me easily distractable until a woman guides me gently towards her group, placing me on her lap as she talks with what I'm guessing are work colleagues. Or something. Fuck if I care.

Her hand strokes my back carefully, not speaking to me as I continue hitting my almost burnt out blunt. She glances at me from time to time, smiling sweetly as she watches me.

"Can I have some?" The older woman asks gently. Her lips are painted a dark black, revealing white teeth underneath. Her features are sharp, contoured by heavy makeup. Her hair is shaggy and black, and God, she's... broad. Muscular and looking like she could eat me alive. I wouldn't mind if she tried.

I hand her the last little bit, letting her have what remains as I begin to focus on her hair. It's soft, feeling amazing between my fingers.

"You have anywhere you need to be for the rest of the night?" She asks, her voice deep.

"Derek," I breathe, barely focusing. She and the other women amongst her let out a noise of recognition, some even laughing a little.

"He likes his girls pent up," Another says, nodding. "Says he likes them used, but we all know that's not true."

"Derek likes to go for hours," warns a woman with blue hair that glows in the blacklight. "Hope you have a lot of energy saved up. If he likes you, you won't go home for days."

The woman with black hair is finishing the blunt, flicking away the last little bit and letting it land wherever.

"You mind if we help you?" She asks.

"No," I answer, my hands running over her broad, leather covered shoulders. "I don't mind."

The women aw over me, moving closer and touching different parts of me.

"Focus on my thigh, good girl," says the dark haired one. "Just rock yourself against it and let me know when you're close." She turns to the second woman, nodding her head towards me. "You want to taste her?"

The second woman nods, joining me on her lap and grinding herself against the first woman's other thigh before bending over to wrap her lips around my nipple, moaning as she does.

The third woman, the one with blue hair, simply watches, continuing to talk to the dark haired woman, stroking my back as she does. The first woman seems engaged in the conversation, occasionally sucking on my other breast before responding to the blue haired woman. The second woman is fully engrossed in tasting me, sucking and nipping at my breast eagerly, moaning as she does.

The stimulation feels amazing, my head tilted back as I rock on the dark haired woman's thigh, my body feeling things it never has before. The feeling of two women sliding their tongues across my sensitive nipples, sucking on them at the same time at different paces is almost enough on its own to make me cum. I can feel how wet I am even through my underwear, surely staining the first woman's clothes.

"Shit, Ava. She may not make it to Derek at this point," laughs the blue haired woman. The first woman, Ava, simply smiles, admiring me.

"Should we let you cum, good girl? Or do you want Derek?" She asks, bouncing her leg as she does.

I moan loudly, my mind unable to form a response. This is lovely, just absolutely wonderful. But something tells me that if I waited, if I edged myself like Derek seemed to prefer, then I would be well rewarded.

"Wait," I pant, still rocking my hips against her thigh. The three women groan, laughing a little more as they begin to give me space.

"You think she's good enough for him?" Ava asks the second woman.

"If she's not, he's out of his mind," she says, tearing herself away from my breast and standing to move onto the blue haired woman's lap instead.

Ava guides me off of her before standing tall and admittedly terrifying. She pulls me up gently, taking my hand and leading me through the room. "Follow me, sweet girl," she says. "I'll take you to the main event."

The other two women wave at me, smiling wickedly before turning their focus onto each other. As the drugs begin to hit harder, just a little ways from my peak, I begin to wonder what it is I've really gotten myself into.

A pair of double doors reveal the same dyed blond man on a plush couch, lounging lazily as he speaks to a small group of people in the private lounge. Upon seeing me guided into the room, he smiles eagerly, quickly sitting up.

"I told you you'd find me," he says, setting his whiskey glass in front of him on the small, glass table.

I smile warmly at him, trying to keep my balance as I walk around to him.

"You get her all ready for me, Ava?" He asks, gently placing his hands on my hips and guiding me to sit on his lap, my back pressed against his chest.

"I did," the woman says, joining us. "She's pretty pent up."

"Did she get you pent up, pretty girl?" Derek asks, laughing softly. I can feel the blush in my cheeks, my eyes barely able to stay open as I lean my head back onto his shoulder.

"Feel her if you don't believe me," Ava offers. Derek obliges, dipping his hand between my thighs, pushing my thin panties to the side.

"Fuck," he groans. "You weren't kidding."

Derek guides my legs to spread open, one hand keeping me open for everyone to watch as his other hand explores my vulva.

"Don't worry about everyone else," he whispers in my ear. "We're all just here for a good time. Right, pretty girl?"

I nod, moaning as his finger swirls around my clit. He continues speaking to his friends, drinking casually as his hand toys with me.

"You want some?" He asks, offering me the glass. I shake my head. I'm fucked up enough.

"Water?" He asks. At that I nod, and with the quick snap of his fingers it only takes a blink before he's holding a water in front of me, complete with ice cubes inside.

"Go ahead," he says. "Take a drink."

I obediently lean forward, placing my bottom lip on the edge as Derek tips the water into my mouth. It's soothing at first, my body relishing the cold rush it gives me. Derek's hand glides up and down my folds, teasing my entrance.

"You like the cold?" Derek asks. I try to respond, forgetting the glass in front of me. The water spills down onto my body, freezing and making me cry out in shock at the sudden sensation.

Derek and his friends laugh, his lips pressing soothing kisses along my shoulder blade.

"I'm sorry, were you not ready for that?" He asks sweetly, smiling at me. I shake my head. He places the glass on the table in front of us, collecting a couple of ice cubes before leaning back and adjusting me to face him.

"Let's get you prepped then, yeah?" He asks, popping one into his mouth and chewing.

My eyes widen, mouth opening in question just before Derek wraps his own lips around my nipples, sucking gently and swirling the quickly chewed cube around the hard bud.

"Fuck!" I cry, leaning backwards. Ava catches me, stroking my hair as she watches.

"I knew he'd like you," Ava says in my ear. "He likes breaking in the new girls personally."

Derek's fingers tease my entrance, threatening to dip in while he sucks on my breast, moaning around the cold flesh. He swirls his spit around, rubbing my clit with his thumb.

"You taste amazing," he moans, his breath cold. "Love to taste more."

I moan happily, spreading my legs more and bucking against his hand.

"Take me," I moan. "Do whatever you want."

"Jesus, she's excited," he laughs. "How long has it been, sweet girl?"

Too long. Much too long.

It must be obvious based on the way he trails lower, kissing and sucking on my skin as he begins to slip my skirt and underwear off of my lower body.

"Is this okay?" He asks, looking up at me expectantly. I nod eagerly, rolling my hips towards him impatiently.

"I don't think she likes teasing, Derek," Ava comments.

"No?" He laughs. "Do you like teasing, sweet girl?"

I shake my head slightly, whining. He and Ava laugh, Derek placing a kiss on my stomach.

"Well, I don't want to go too fast, new girl," he says. "Could break you, you know."

"No you won't," I whine. Derek sucks sharply on the spot, leaving a dark mark.

"Gonna have to teach her a thing or two, aren't I, Ava?" He asks. "You know where that toy is?"

"What toy?" I ask.

"Don't you worry about a thing, pretty girl," Derek instructs. "I'm gonna take care of everything for you now. Just relax."

Ava removes herself from the couch, disappearing to look for something. As I'm distracted, Derek slips an ice cube into my warm cunt.

"Ah!" I cry out sharply, arching my back as my hips roll automatically, unsure what to do to relieve myself. "It's cold."

Derek simply laughs, sitting up straight and dragging me onto his thick thigh.

"It's supposed to be," he says mockingly. "That'll work in the meantime while we wait for Ava to come back."

I start to grind against his thigh, my cunt clenching around the cold cube rapidly as I feel the melting water begin to drip out of me. Derek pulls my hair, tutting his tongue against his teeth as he shakes his head.

"Stay still, that's an order," he says sharply. Someone offers him a cigarette, which he takes with no hesitation. When someone offers me one as well, he waves them away.

"She's had enough," he says. He keeps his hand in my hair, keeping a close eye on me to make sure I don't move.

"You enjoying the party?" He asks me.

"Yes," I say.

"Yes what?" He asks, taking a drag.

"Yes, sir?" I say. He smiles.

"Good. You're smart." He turns his attention to a man asking about some account, rambling something about bitcoin and such. Ugh. I don't know why I'm surprised.

I keep my hands clasped behind my back, pressing my chest forward to allow him easy access. This pleases him, his smile growing genuine whenever he glances my way. Once he bounces his leg, making me squirm for more. At that, he pulls my hair, shaming me for breaking the rule.

"Behave," he commands sharply. A few minutes later, however, he bounces his leg again. This time he doesn't stop.

The jolting motion sends shockwaves through my system, the drugs making me weak and stupid. He's not watching me, seeming involved in the conversation, and this ice cube is nearly melted inside of my cunt, dripping more and more. I can't handle this.

I shift my hips subtly, testing the waters. He doesn't notice, and if he does he doesn't care. I do it again, slightly harder against his thigh. Derek is talking about some party in Havana, laughing about a different conquest. I work slowly, making sure he won't turn his eye onto me. Finally, after a few minutes of grinding against him, I feel confident enough to begin a slow, steady rhythm against his thigh, his leg still bouncing against me.

My body feels amazing. Light, stimulation pounding throughout me, it only takes a few minutes before I'm on edge again, my pussy making his thigh slick and easy to grind against as I ride him. My cheeks burn with heat, my eyes eyes fluttering shut as I lose myself in the rhythm, fully focused on how hard his leg is bouncing. The vibrations go right to my clit, making my pussy seize around nothing now as my pulsing heat had caused the cube to disappear. I begin to grind faster and faster, desperate to cum. I don't realize I've begun panting, moaning as I ride him, and the attention in the room has turned towards me in full with Derek rubbing his hand up and down my back slowly, grazing his nails across the skin of my back as he watches with a look that makes him look like the cat who ate the canary.

"You close, sweet girl?" He asks me. My blush deepens, my eyes fluttering open in realization. Derek simply quirks a brow at me, exhaling his smoke into my face as he waits for my answer. My hips stutter, hesitating to continue.

"Don't get shy," Derek scolds. "You were just fine fucking yourself a moment ago. What's a few dozen people watching you?" He asks.

People are chuckling now, making small comments of encouragement.

"You looked so pretty, baby. Fucking yourself stupid on my thigh," he says as his lips tease my tits. "Didn't she look pretty, everyone?" He asks the room, glancing around at the people who respond with affirmations.

I lean forward, trying to hide my face in the crook of his neck. What had I been doing? In front of this entire room? I'd just needed a few quick bucks, that's all this was supposed to be. This was exponentially further than I'd ever planned.

Derek tuts, pulling me away from my hiding place. "Oh no, you wanted to cum. I'm going to make sure you cum," he chides. "I wonder how you'd feel on my cock. Would you like that? You'd feel better if you were on my cock, wouldn't you?"

I nod shyly, my eyes avoiding everyone but Derek. He glances around the room once more, noises of encouragement growing louder.

"You wanna get me ready, baby?" He asks encouragingly, taking one of my hands from behind my back and guiding it to his stiff, clothed cock.

I gasp lightly, squeezing it and grazing my thumb up and down his dick covered by the tight, leather material.

"You look big," I mutter.

"Feel big too," he chuckles. "Go on, try it out. I think you'll like it."

I think I will.

It's hard to see in the odd lighting, so my hands struggle with the hidden zipper.

"Try getting closer," Derek teases, his breath warm against my ear. "It doesn't bite like I do." To emphasize his point, he sinks his teeth into my neck, harsh and quick before releasing me, leaning back in his chair. The sudden movement makes me dizzy, my mind reeling as I automatically sink to my knees in front of the plush, velvet sofa.

Once his pants are opened, he springs out, no underwear confining him. Jesus. He's mostly average, leaning towards the larger side. It's mostly the piercing that surprises me.

"Like it?" He asks. I glance up at him, his grin cocky as he takes a drag from his new cigarette. Hey, man. What happens if I swallow this?

I stammer, opening my mouth and trying to say something.

"You need help?" He asks, wrapping his hand decorated with several rings around his shaft. "Open your mouth again," he commands. I do so without hesitation. His other hand guides my head down, forcing me to swallow it halfway down. I moan in satisfaction, my eyes slowly shutting as I take in the taste of his skin.

"Atta girl. Take a minute if you need to," he says casually. I can smell the thick smoke near my head, his hand stroking my hair gently. Ava must have returned because he's telling someone how warm my mouth is.

"You ready, sweetheart?" He asks. "Wanna show you off for my friends."

Taking a deep breath and opening my eyes once more, I lower myself slowly to his base. He's just long enough that when his piercing collides with my uvula I cough, nearly choking on him. More gentle laughter escapes the crowd, Derek praising me as he begins to thrust into my mouth.

"Just stay there, sweetheart," he says. "I'll do the work."

True to his word, Derek begins pumping his dick in and out of my mouth, whispering something in Ava's ear. I begin taking in the other people around the room, most of them watching us eagerly.

"Watch me, sweetheart," he commands, snapping his fingers and pointing at himself. "You don't have anywhere to look but here."

I obey, keeping my eyes trained on him as he smokes his cigarette which rests between his lips, his jaw gritted as he rolls his hips into my throat, his eyes glazed over in pleasure and who knows what else.

Without warning, someone begins fingering my cunt. A startled moan escapes me, vibrating around Derek's throbbing cock and making him moan, his face confident.

"Don't worry baby, it's just Ava," he says, stroking my hair. "You like Ava, right?"

I moan again, Ava's fingers quick and shallow in my tight pussy.

"Ava certainly likes you. Almost stole you from me, isn't that right?" He asks her, tapping his cherry carelessly onto the floor behind him.

"That's right," her deep voice purrs in my ear. I moan again, my eyes almost fluttering shut from pleasure until Derek grabs my hair, fucking my face roughly to bring my attention back to him.

"Hey now, don't get too happy," he scolds, but he's smiling. "You still like me more, right baby?"

I moan, pressing my tongue to his underside as he slides in and out. He tastes sweet, his jewelry creating an interesting feeling in the back of my throat. Ava withdraws her fingers, quickly replacing them with a vibrating bullet instead.

"Mmph!" I moan, my eyes nearly fluttering shut again. The speed increases, making me drip and writhe my hips against nothing.

"God, she's fun," Derek moans. "Ava, book her for Cabo," he says.

Cabo??

"You like her that much?" Ava laughs. Derek simply glares at her. Is this a thing? Trading girls, fighting over them? What is this?

"Just fucking talk to whoever about it," he spits, his dick quickening in my throat. I'm gagging around him, barely able to catch my breath as I press my hands desperately against his thighs. "Anyone else fuck her tonight?"

"Don't know," Ava shrugs. She brings her face close to mine, her breath hot in my ear. "Did they?"

I moan, trying to shake my head. Derek nods, smiling.

"Perfect," he drawls. The bullet inside of me is driving me insane, enough to keep me on the edge of pleasure but not enough to tip me over. My eyes look up at him, wide and begging, tears beginning to spill from my waterline and streaming down my face.

"You're killing her," Ava scolds him. "Is he being mean?" She asks me. Yes.

"She can take it," Derek says. "You like it a little mean, don't you baby?" He asks, smiling. Yes.

"See?" Derek says. "She's just fine."

Actually, I'm about to hit my peak drug wise, and I can't fucking breathe. But all it does is make me want more, my throat taking him as deep as I can as I moan around him, my tongue moving desperately, eager to swallow his load.

"Think I should cum down her throat?" He asks Ava, his head tilted back in pleasure, cigarette nearly burnt out between his lips.

"Would you like that?" Ava asks, setting the speed of the bullet to max. I scream around Derek's cock, overstimulated and stupid. "I think that's a yes."

"God, you're amazing," he praises. "Such a perfect fucking slut."

Right before he reaches his edge, he pulls me away, admiring the long, thick string of spit that still connects my swollen lips to his cock.

"Look at that," he says. "Should take a picture of that someday."

His hand drags me up by my hair, guiding me to return to his lap. Once I'm straddled across his lap, his fingers delve into my cunt, fucking me quickly as he presses the bullet against my g-spot.

"You like my cock, pretty girl?" He asks.

"Yes," I moan, my voice and throat raw.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, sir."

"Excellent."

His fingers remove the bullet, and he quickly replaces his hand and bullet with his pulsing cock, both of us moaning at the feeling.

"Jesus, fuck," he moans. "You are fucking tight. I can feel everything."

My cunt spasms around him, eager for whatever friction he'll grant me. He stays still, something that's clearly a challenge for him.

"Gonna stay there for awhile," he says. "Wanna make sure you're ready, baby."

My spit on his dick makes for excellent lube, his piercing comfortable against my cervix. His hands run up and down my thighs, squeezing here and there, eventually moving to massage my ass.

"The crowd loves you," he praises, pulling me close to his chest. "Think I love you too."

I'm very high. I'm very horny. I will do whatever this fried hair, cocky ass motherfucker tells me to do.

A waitress walks behind the couch, offering us a tray of joints. Isn't that my job?

"Go ahead, take one," Derek instructs me. I do so, reaching for the lighter on the tray.

"Don't bother, I have one in my pocket. Thank you," he says to the waitress, dismissing her. He reaches into his coat, taking out the lighter before discarding the jacket, leaving him in his zebra printed button up that shows off his chest hair along with a white gold sparkling chain.

He holds the lighter for me, lighting up the joint as I hold it between my lips.

"You're gonna smoke me out, okay angel?" He says, leaning back against the couch, his arms stretched out along the back. I rest one hand against his chest, taking a hit and holding it for a second before leaning forward and blowing it into his mouth.

One of his hands find my hair, pressing my lips against his, his cock twitching inside of me as his tongue slips into my mouth, establishing dominance before allowing me to pull away for another hit. Then another. Then another.

As he inhales the last hit, his hips begin rolling into mine, his voice low as he groans.

"Go on and start riding me, angel," he moans, completely lost in the pleasure. "Show me how you want me."

My hands grasp his shoulders, clinging desperately as I begin to glide up and down his length, his cock twitching against my most sensitive spots with each glide.

"You ever fuck a pussy as good as this?" I ask, watching his jaw shift subtly from side to side as he focuses on my tightness.

"Oh, she speaks now?" He asks, smirking. "Grow a fucken brain, princess?"

His tip slams into my cervix, making me gasp and press my tits into his face. His mouth works quickly, biting and sucking at the tender mounds as I ride him.

"I'm just making conversation," I say. I'm high enough my filter is gone, my brain rotted to the point I'm only focused on my pleasure. He moans against my tit, looking up at me while he buries himself in my body.

"I can't say I have," he says, grinning. "Why, that turn you on?"

Immensely. Not that I'd tell him that.

"Say it," he dares, his cock slamming into me. "Don't hold out on me."

"Maybe I will," I tease, tugging his hair. My hips speed up, riding him hard enough I can feel the couch rocking ever so slightly.

"You're fun," he chuckles. "Say it."

"No," I say, slamming my wet cunt against his base, making him groan loudly.

His teeth sink into my skin, pulling on my nipple to the point I'm on the razors edge of pain and pleasure.

"I don't mind waiting," he says, his tongue flicking against my nipples. "I like causing pain."

His teeth sink in deeper, his fingernails dragging down my back slowly as he slams into me, making me bounce hard enough I can feel it in my stomach.

This is a hell of a paycheck.

"I like it," I say. He chuckles.

"That's not enough," he says.

"I wanna be the best girl you've fucked," I add.

"Mm, need more details." His teeth release my nipple, leaning forward and quickly catching it once more, sucking on the almost raw flesh hard enough it feels like I won't be able to wear a shirt for the next day or two. One of his hands return to my hair, gripping it and pulling it hard enough I can see the people behind us, some of them still watching, some focused on each other, most people switching between the two as they fuck each other.

"Come on, you were just so confident," he laughs against me before returning to his task. My chest burns with want and embarrassment, my eyes glazing over as I give in.

"I wanna make you pussy whipped," I moan. "I wanna glance at something and get it from how desperate you are to get the chance to fuck me."

He chuckles lowly. "I think we'll get along for a while," he says in a satisfied tone, finally releasing my tits from his torture.

"Gonna get me on payroll?" I ask, smiling as I throw my leg onto the back on the couch, giving him better access to fuck me.

"Play your cards right and I'll get my surname on you, pretty girl."

It's an evening of drugs and sex, come morning I'm sure he won't even remember my eye color. But for tonight, can't a bitch dream?

"Go ahead and laugh," he dares. "I get what I want."

"And you want me?"

"Fuck yeah."

He forces me to my side, turning me onto my stomach and hiking my ankles onto his shoulders.

"Jesus!" I cry, feeling his cock bury into me from behind, slamming straight into an overwhelming spot that makes me blind with pleasure.

"Too much," I cry. "Fuck, too much!"

"And that's a problem?" He laughs, abusing me as he smacks my ass, admiring the way my skin reddens.

"Yeah, you're not getting another dick ever again," he decides, his hips chasing after a high that tears screams from my throat. I'm so overstimulated I don't even know if I can cum, my eyes crossed and ass feeling his palm bearing down on the sensitive flesh time and time again, growing more rapid in succession, forcing me to clench his length harder with each new hit.

"Come on, pretty girl," he growls, pressing his chest against my back, his hands keeping my hips pressed against him with no chance to escape. His balls smack against my clit, making me moan in stupidity. "I know you want to."

I cry out, tears streaming down my face, hair stuck to my wet skin as I feel my cunt begin to throb in warning, my stomach clenching as the knot inside me begins to snap, my mind growing fuzzy and static as I pant eagerly.

"Fuck, she's close," Derek moans to someone, small whimpers escaping him as he pumps into me, his teeth digging into my shoulder, sending me over the edge.

Someone's screaming, and I have the vague idea it may be me. I can feel Derek's front soaked in my cum, his dick slamming into me in a way that I just know I'll have a migraine in a few minutes.

"Good girl," he praises. "Fuck. Amazing girl. Taking good dick like a fucking pro."

His cock throbs in me as he cums, deep and right next to my cervix, keeping himself buried as his seed pumps into me, hot and thick.

"I wasn't joking, sweetheart," he mutters in my ear, his voice exhausted. "You and I are going to become good, good friends."

I groan as I feel him slip out, his fingers pushing any cum that drips from my folds back into me, then placing a plug into my aching cunt. His hand grips my hair, pulling me back up to sit on his lap as he accepts a new drink, his cheeks flushed as he tries to regain his breath.

"Let's get something to get your energy back up, hmm?" He asks, pressing a firm kiss on my sweaty forehead.

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Cabo doesn't sound all that bad, Danforth. Not bad at all.

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I wrote this instead of sleeping. Anyways, see you next time for Mike Schmidt. Stay safe pookies <3

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Giving Him Head & making him cum more than once

Re4, gaming boyfriend! Leon Kennedy

Sypnosis: Leon is gaming with the squad and he makes a excuse he has to take a important call, but in reality your sucking him off under the desk and he can’t control himself thats why he stayed AFK in the game for a long time. You decide to make him cum more than once in different ways like jerking him off, sucking him off, and riding him. He promised to give you attention earlier but he hopped on his game so you try and force him to give you attention which you got.

Cw; oral (m! receiving), reader jerking him off, p in v, cowgirl kind of? (riding him in his gaming chair), some praise, aftercare at the end, MDNI !!

A/N: I don’t know if it’s good the way this fic was made, but I tried to do something different since I haven’t posted for you lovelies in a while! Feel free to send requests in but I still need to make rules for em’, but its okay as long as it isn’t anything really bad like fucking vile and sick…

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You were under his desk unzipping his pants as he tried to keep his calm while playing a game with the gang (Carlos Oliveira, Claire Redfield, Jill Valentine, and Chris Redfield) but it was getting harder to focus due to you taking all of him in your mouth, “G-guys I gotta take a call…O-oh Shit-“ Leon said as he muted his mic fast, he threw his head back. His hand in your hair guiding your movements as his mouth hung open letting out soft moans.

The others in the group kept talking about your boyfriend and their friend Leon joking around that he’s probably getting it from you instead of taking a call, which he was but they could never know that. “Fuck…Take it all baby.” He pushed your head down on his cock making it hit the back of your throat, and you could feel his balls pushing against your jaw as he came inside you. You lapped up every last drop, closing your lips firmly over his dick and bobbing your head slightly in time with each thrust, swallowing every last inch of him.

“Mmm fuck…” Leon groaned out, pulling at your hair and trying to bring your mouth away from his dick while you still had some in your mouth, “Please…let me cum again…please…” He begged, “Please….baby please...” You nodded and pulled off of his cock, starting to jerk him off and you could look into his dark blue eyes filled with lust, “Please…fuck fuck fuck- don’t stop…” His hips bucked into your hand as his orgasm came flooding in.

“Yeah…Fuck yeah…like that baby…yeah…” Leon said breathlessly. You leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock, which made it twitch and you let out a small laugh as your index finger grazed over it before tracing the veins of his cock, It pulsated under your touch as your thumb rubbed across his cock in circular motions while his breathing started picking up again “Fuck- baby I’m gonna cum…again~!” He said panting between words, “Fuck…oh God…” Leon grunted as his orgasm took over. You mouth off of his cock and head away as your hand covered the tip of his dick as cum shot out, honestly it was unintentional to not tell him that you were going to plan on making him cum again.

You started jerking him off again using his own cum as lube, as he tried to continue to play his game yet he couldn’t help but let out some interesting sounds while playing the game he bit his lip to try and keep quiet but you were too quick for him, your hands were going at a fast rate he couldn’t handle such pleasure.

Leon’s breathing get heavier, you could smell his sweat as well as his sweet cologne “Ah fuck…you…baby you do that shit so good…” He whimpered, arm over began to cover his mouth as he looked look down at you, whilst your fingers gave him the time of his life as you fucked him relentlessly. He watched you through hooded eye as you continued to work his cock until you took off your pants revealing your dripping cunt before you rode him. Leon groaned out loud watching the way your legs wrapped around him and the way you ground your pussy onto his cock while he continued to thrust into you.

Your fingers worked at the base of his shaft, rubbing it in circles while keeping you bobbing his cock as you fucked him faster than you ever have. His breathy moans turned to low guttural grunts as he came and your hands fell to the side while your body went limp with a few moans escaping your lips. Your chest heaved with your heavy breaths, Leon watched you for several seconds before moving his hands from where they sat on the edge of the desk and grabbed your ass giving it a hard smack that was surely to leave a reddened mark. Squirming underneath him with your back arching letting out sweet moansof pleasure.

“Oh my gosh- I’m so close Leon…” You whined.

“Come for me baby~” Leon hummed.

You panted and writhed underneath his hands, your legs moving in a frenzy as you came once again. You cried out and Leon held you in place by digging his thumbs into your hips, “You’re mine now…” He growled out before kissing your neck deeply.

You rolled his tongue on your skin earning a whine out of him “Oh god…” Leon mumbled feeling you clench around him.

Thrusting deeper into you releasing deep inside you, “Mmm fuck…” Leon whispered while panting into your ear, your head falling back as you tried your hardest to catch your breath.

Leon let you go slowly and you held onto him panting trying to regulate your breathing as you felt him start to pull out of you, “Shit...fuck- m’ sorry…” He sighed, “Are you alright baby?” He asked while grabbing at some tissues to clean you both. You gave him a little smile and nodded. After you both cleaned up and got dressed, you headed back to lay in his bed and watched him as he finished up his game. As soon as Leon put his game down he curled into you, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“You really don’t like when I play games and don’t give you the attention you deserve, babe?” Leon murmured. You smiled lightly, stroking your fingers through his hair, “Well I suppose there’s something wrong with loving you a little too much.” Leon chuckled warmly and kissed the underside of your jaw softly.“Maybe you just want someone who cares enough about you, to show you they love you more than any games..” You hummed softly, running your hand up his shirt sleeve to rest against his bare arm.

Leon moved his body closer to yours and pulled you closer to him, “And I care about you a lot.” He added.

You smiled into his hair and ran a hand through his hair enjoying the feel of his soft, silky hair against your skin “Yeah...I love and care about you too babe.”

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Reclaiming What Was Lost (Part 13)

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“Will you come up to the roof with me?” Dick asked softly, he’d pulled Jason aside once the Teen Titans filtered out to head home, Tim and Ellie had lingered a bit longer to hug their family members, but even they had left now. “There’s someone else who’d like to talk to you, if you’re up to it?”

Danny was there in a flash, sometimes Jason forgot about Danny’s enhanced hearing until moments like this when he leaned against Jason’s shoulder and half glared at Dick. “Who is it?” He demanded to know suspiciously, Dick looked startled. 

“Oh, it’s…” He glanced back and forth between the two of them. He’d probably wanted to talk to Jason alone and underestimated the extent to which the two of them didn’t do anything alone at this point. At least not without prior discussion and, usually, having a tracker on each other. “Diana was hoping to see you again.”

Jason’s breathing caught in his throat and stopped entirely for a long moment. Danny looked up at him worriedly, pressing impossibly closer and giving a questioning little trill. “Jason?” He prompted softly. Jason shook his head, trying to knock himself out of his stupor, it didn’t particularly work but at least he was breathing again. He had been both hoping for and dreading this, and now that it was happening he didn’t know what to do.

“Jay, I don’t think she’s mad,” Dick said softly, stepping a little closer and resting a hand on his arm, ignoring or not noticing Danny’s little growl when he stepped into their space. “She doesn’t have a no killing rule like B. She is… upset, but I think it’s because of what happened to you, not because of anything you did, or being disappointed in you.”

“I hope so, because I don’t think I could stand her being disappointed in me.” Jason meant it to be a joke, but it came out far too raw. He took a deep breath, rolled his shoulders, and nodded. “I’ll come,” He agreed, shaking out his arms and drawing on what determination he could.

“Can I come,” Danny asked softly, still tucked against Jason’s side, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes Jason thought were probably unintentional. He didn’t mean to pressure Jason into letting him come, he just wanted to be there to help in any way he could.

“Yes, you can come. Just.. let me handle it okay? Unless she attacks me I guess-”

“She won’t!” Dick put in, shocked at the suggestion. 

“Right,” Jason said, nodding again. “But unless she does, just hang back and let us talk,” He told Danny gently. 

“Alright,” Danny said. It might be just a little bit of a struggle for him because he was used to jumping in when Jason was struggling to express his feelings, but Jason believed that he would do it. Unless Jason asked Danny to, so he’d just have to resist doing that impulsively if things got hard. Danny was good at expressing Jason’s feelings for him, but Jason didn’t want to rely on Danny for this, especially because he didn’t know the history between Jason and Diana.

“Alright, she’s waiting for us now. She has been for a bit but I didn’t want to break up the party and she said she’d wait as long as we needed. I know she was always your hero Jay, but she cared about you too,” Dick encouraged, before leading the way up to the roof. The stair to the roof access had never felt so long to Jason, he was glad to have Danny right behind him or he might have turned back.

Jason hesitated in the doorway when he saw Diana’s outline, sitting on the edge of the roof with her back to them, her long curly hair swishing slightly in the night breeze. She must have heard them though, because she turned to face them and smiled softly. Jason took a deep breath and stepped out of the doorway, walking across the roof towards her. She met him half way in a flash and he flinched as she reached out to him, and pulled him quickly into her arms. 

“You’ve grown so much, Little Bird,” She murmured into his hair. She was barely taller than him anymore, it had felt like she would tower over him forever, and now they were the same height. He was an adult, he was grown, he still felt small in her arms. 

He hugged her back and burst into tears, pressing his face into her shoulder. 

“Ohh, little warrior,” Diana soothed and lamented, cradling the back of his head and holding him close as he sobbed like he hadn’t since he was a child. “You’ve been so brave, I’m so sorry for everything you’ve been through.”

Why was he crying? He was crying for the child who he had been, the child who had to grow up far too fast and who had died. He had still been a teenager when he was resurrected, he was barely out of his teens now and he had missed those years he’d grown the most in a haze of glowing green rage. He wore a helmet so no one would know how young he was. Running his fucking empire of crime when he could have been in his second year of university if the Joker hadn’t killed him. Could have had a… not good, but maybe decent relationship with his adopted father. He grieved furiously for what might have been had the world been kinder.

“You’re still a warrior Jason. You’re protecting your people, as any good leader should. I’m proud of the man you’ve become,” Wonder Woman told him and Jason sobbed again, clinging to her hard enough that it would probably hurt an ordinary person but she was sturdy. 

“You- You have no idea how much that means to me,” He gasped brokenly. 

“I know, and I mean it. You will build a good life for yourself here, things will be better,” She cooed, rocking him gently. “You have your lover, you have your brothers, and your friends. And me, now that we know that you’re back you won’t be alone anymore. We won’t lose you again,” She promised him. “Just promise me that if you are ever in a situation like that again, you’ll call us this time.” 

“I promise,” Jason agreed and it felt like he was finally able to breathe, after so fucking long the weight on his chest lifted a little. Danny believed in him, Dick and Tim didn’t fight with him, but Danny would have followed Jason anywhere, and not fighting was not the same as believing. That Diana was proud of him, that someone else truly believed in him, meant more to him then he would have imagined. “Thank you.” 

A part of him wanted to pull away, pull himself together as quickly as possible to avoid the appearance of weakness. But he needed this, she had been like a parent to him and he had been so starved for parental love. He took a deep breath and tried to pull away, but she held him tighter.

“Take as much as time as you need to,” She told him softly, earnestly enough that he let himself believe it and relaxed back into her arms. She just held him as he cried out the years and the abandonment of his father, the death of both of his mothers, and all the shit he’d been put through with the League. “Never doubt that you are loved.”

Finally Jason pulled back and wiped the wetness from his eyes. They felt puffy and a little sore, but he felt much better anyway, if thirsty as hell! Jason glanced around and saw Danny hovering nearby, looking uncertain and worried. “I’m okay Beloved,” Jason said, opening his arms to his boyfriend who flitted into them immediately and held Jason fiercely, nuzzling into his chest. 

“Thank you for coming to see us, Diana. Um, this is Danny, Hyena. He’s been my partner since pretty soon after I came back, and my boyfriend a bit more recently.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Diana said warmly, reaching out to shake Danny’s hand waiting till Danny decided he was willing to let go of Jason with one hand at least. Jason could tell as they shook hands they were both squeezing too hard, testing each other. “Don’t you hurt him, he’s been through enough,” She warned Danny softly.

“I’m not planning on it,” Danny agreed, leaning against Jason’s chest lightly. “We’ll invite you over for dinner sometime soon, if you’d like to come. Won’t we Jason?” He asked, glancing up at Jason who nodded.

“Of course, just give us a heads up and you’re welcome to visit any time really,” Jason reiterated.

“Thank you, I would like to get to know the man you’ve become as well as I did the child you were,” Diana told him. “I will call you soon. I want to have another… chat with Bruce tonight.” She said grimly, she gave Jason one more hug, and nodded to Danny before she leapt off the roof and across half a block in one bound, carrying on out of sight quickly.

“I told you it would go well didn’t I Jay?” Dick said, and Jason had almost forgotten he was there. He’d been hanging back, watching the touching scene. As he walked forward he brushed some tears from his eyes even as he smiled, the sentimental bastard.

Jason stepped forward and scooped Dick up in a tight hug, lifting his feet off the ground as Dick wheezed. “Ya, you did, thanks Dick,” He said before putting Dick down just as quickly. “Now don’t overstay your welcome. I want to go home,” He muttered gruffly, he had had just about enough emotions for today. 

“Right, of course little brother, I’ll see you soon,” Dick agreed, patting Jason’s shoulder before he headed out as well.

Jason turned back into Danny’s waiting arms, drooping and letting his forehead rest on Danny’s shoulder, letting Danny hold him. God he was exhausted. What a fucking day. He let Danny guide him home using his powers to lower them through the roof so they could skip the stairs.

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It seemed like after that disaster of a meeting the news that the second Robin was back was hot gossip in the hero community. It worked its way around the grapevine and Jason received calls from a few more heroes who found out who he was. Not all of them went well, some seemed downright disgusted by what he’d chosen to do with his life. But it was mostly fine, he didn’t really care what they thought about him anyway.

There was one call Jason still hadn’t gotten, and wouldn’t admit that he was waiting for, but he’d heard about what had happened to Roy. Kidnapped and cloned and kept unconscious for years by CADMUS. Ah the joys of being a child hero huh?

He went by Arsenal now apparently, and it seemed like what they’d been through, while not exactly similar… Well, they both had just about comparable levels of angst. Surely Roy wouldn’t judge him, surely Roy would reach out? Or was he too mad that Jason hadn’t reached out first, that he’d had to hear his friend was alive through the rumour mill? Jason would understand that honestly, he’d thought about reaching out, he really had! But somehow he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Danny could tell he was worried and was worried too in turn, hovering near him more often and watching as Jason compulsively checked his ‘work phone’. Danny had asked what was wrong, but when Jason had just shook his head he seemed to resign himself to waiting out whatever this was and supporting Jason as well as he could. Jason didn’t want to worry Danny, but he didn’t want to talk about his quiet yearning for his old best friend. Speaking about it would make it too real, and Danny would probably advise him to just call Roy. It wouldn’t be bad advice, but Jason just wasn’t ready to hear it.

Jason was just starting to resign himself to the fact that he was going to have to reach out himself when the phone call finally came. When it rang Jason snatched it up quickly and answered it before the ringing could disturb Danny’s sleep. Pausing the movie Danny had fallen asleep to so that he could focus on the call.

“Hey Fuckface, too good for your oldest friend now?” Roy’s voice came through the phone. It was deeper and rougher then Jason remembered but it was still familiar, it still had that slight, almost unplaceable accent that Roy had. 

“Course not, it’s good to hear from you,” Jason said, smiling despite the fear that Roy was mad at him. Fuck it was good to hear his voice again!

“Then why didn’t you call me?” Roy demanded, furious and hurt. Jason couldn’t blame him.

“I… I wasn’t ready to, after everything. I wasn’t ready to be Jason again for a really long time and then I was worried it was too long and you’d be mad. I’m really sorry, I should have reached out,” Jason said, ashamed of himself.

“No… I’m still mad but I do get that,” Roy admitted, the wind leaving his sails abruptly. “I couldn’t go back to being who I was after what happened to me either. That’s why I go by Arsonal now, you heard that right?”

“I did ya, and I heard what happened too. I’m sorry dude, we both got the shit end of this ‘hero’ stick huh?” Hood said with a bitter little chuckle.

“Yep. And everyone’s still pissy we want to be a little selfish with our skills now. But I just want to live a good life and have a little fun now! And provide for my little girl.”

“Your-” Jason cut off, his jaw dropping for a moment. “Holy shit, Roy do you have a kid?!”

“Ya I do. Her name is Lian and she’s the light of my life. Her mama’s in prison so it’s just the two of us, so I do what I gotta do to provide for her while spending the least amount of time away from her I can manage. The jobs I take have gotta be worth getting a nanny to take care of her too, and you would not believe how expensive childcare is!”

“Congratulations dude! I’m sure you’re a great dad,” Jason cheered softly. He was, though the Roy he’d known before he went missing would probably have been a shit father the way Roy talked about his daughter now left no doubt in Jason’s mind Roy was a good dad.

“Thanks dude, I certainly try. What about you? No kids but I’ve heard through the grapevine you’ve got a partner?” Roy asked with a teasing note to his voice. It was like no time had passed, it made Jason smile even as he blushed just a little.

“Ya, Hyena has been through a lot of the same shit as me. He understands me, you know? He’s… he’s really good to me, puts up with more of my shit then he should have to and I love him for it.” 

“Damn, I’d like to meet him. And see you. It’s been too long since I’ve had contact with… any of our old crowd you know? They just don’t understand anymore,” Roy sighed, Jason echoed the sound. 

“Ya, I do know. You should come visit, we’ll get some drinks and the three of us can bond. You’ll like him, maybe you’ll get two friends for the price of one,” Jason suggested hopefully. 

“Ya, maybe. That would be nice. How about.. Next Thursday? Weekends are always busiest for our ilk, eh?” 

“Ya, that sounds good.”

“You don’t have to ask Hyena first?” Roy questioned curiously. 

“No, he won’t mind. He’s pretty content to go wherever I go honestly,” Jason said with a little shrug. 

“He’s there with you right now?” Roy sounded amused. 

“Ya, he’s asleep with his head on my lap,” Jason chuffed, glancing down at Danny and stroking his hair, his presence barely registered to Jason anymore. He was always there, being with Danny was like being alone, but so, so much better. Being with Danny had all the comfort of being alone with none of the loneliness, coldness, or opportunities to spiral. He felt his heart flutter as under his hand Danny’s purr stuttered and then grew louder as he cuddled in closer. 

“Hmph, will you wake him up so I can give him a shovel talk?” Roy asked, and Jason got the impression he was only half joking. 

“No need, Nightwing already gave him one, and they’re all pretty performative anyway since he could beat up God in a Denny's parking lot… To be honest that’s something that’s bothered me. Not the power thing, I mean people want to give him a shovel talk about me, but no one’s given me one about him. And I’ve definitely hurt him worse than he’d ever hurt me, but there’s no one… left. Besides his little sister and I don’t think she will. She needs to believe he’s indestructible because he’s all she has left,” He sighed, letting his head fall back against the couch cushions.

“Holy shit dude,” Roy breathed on the other side of the phone, with a sigh that made Jason wince with the static. 

“Ya, sorry, I think I got a little too deep there. This is the first time I’ve talked to an… actual friend in a while you know? I’m back in contact with my brothers, and Diana came to visit. But I haven’t reconnected with any of the old crowd and I don’t really want to talk to my brothers about my relationship, you know?”

“No, I mean, Ya I get it, and no worries. We really should meet up for that drink, and maybe it’d actually be best if it’s just me and you first time? That way we can catch up and you can tell me all about your worries. Maybe I’ll even give You a shovel talk, stand in for whoever would have done it for him if they got the chance? But I was talking about him being able to beat up god.”

Jason let out a bark of a laugh, he’d forgotten Danny’s powers weren’t out in the open yet.“Ya, he’s powerful as hell, he just doesn’t use them much because it wouldn’t be fair to the rest of us.” Jason agreed, nodding even though Roy couldn’t see him. “Meeting alone first sounds like a good plan. I’ll get the Birds of Prey to kidnap him for the evening, Harley and Pam absolutely adore him, and not just cause he killed Joker.”

“I’m sure they do,” Roy said a bit absently. “Hey, Jay?”

“Ya?”

“I really missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

[aimedis]

redacted asmr hcs pt. 7 - d.a.m.n crew edition

-ironically, damien can’t handle spicy food (and funnily enough, lasko can)

-damien used to wear huxley’s jacket to his games (afterwards, huxley would always find damien so he could give him the biggest hug ever)

-gavin and freelancer can have conversations without actually saying anything, just by making little faces at each other (not even through telepathy or demon magic, they're just that in tune with each other)

-freelancer has the cutest sneeze and the guys never fail to let them know 

-the d.a.m.n crew all collectively agree that freelancer is just the sweetest person ever (for freelancer's birthday, they all made a 50+ page detailed as fuck slideshow on why they were the best friend/partner ever) ((they cried a lot that day))

-damien hates the rain (not even because of his powers or anything he just genuinely does not like rainy weather)

-gavin quite literally being the embodiment of thinking with his dick 

-freelancer is always in gavin’s lap 

-freelancer and gavin have necklaces with the other’s initial/name on it (they're literally call it what you want by taylor swift)

-whenever lasko makes dirty jokes it’s always unintentional (in a ‘letting the intrusive thoughts win’ way) and he always acts shocked he said what he said afterwards ((he’s subconsciously learned to not have much of a filter around the d.a.m.n squad and it only got worse after being with dear))

-caelum rifts into gavin and freelancer’s bedroom and jumps on top of them to cuddle for a little (he loves falling asleep on freelancer’s chest)

-gavin knew the exact moment damien and huxley got together and was just silently proud of and happy for them 

-lasko and coworker as a hurricane & damien and huxley as a volcano

-gavin and freelancer spoil the other so much 

-the d.a.m.n squad have cuddle piles 

-freelancer is obsessed with mac and cheese (same) 

-coworker tells all their students to just call them by their name without miss/mister because it makes them feel hella old

-gavin and freelancer calling each other “bitch”

-freelancer was the first friend damien had to make him feel truly loved

-whenever lasko’s partner runs their fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly it puts him straight to sleep

-lasko and damien get into political debates (arguments about which of their favourite books/movies is better) ((they also just bicker really often)) 

-damien ruffles freelancer’s hair like an older brother would

-the damn group have pool parties at huxley and damien’s house pretty often (freelancer wears bikini bottoms and gavin spends the whole day trying to flirt with them)

-freelancer gets stomach aches so often to the point where huxley asks them if their stomach hurts today every time they meet up 

-dear has a habit of lying about the most random things for no reason. it's not even believable but they just talk with the straightest face and when you ask "really?" they say "no, wtf?" ("yeah i used to be a gymnast. i won like three national titles" "oh my god really? that's awe-" "no.") ((they think it's the funniest thing in the world))

-huxley wipes stuff (food, dust etc.) off of damien’s face for him. outright refuses to let him do it for himself 

-freelancer refers to the crew as their bitches (they're not wrong)

-dear is the most calming presence anyone has been around (damien falls asleep around/on them so often)

-the first time dear called lasko babe/baby he literally almost passed out from how much blood rushed to his face (huxley may or may not have witnessed it and had to fan his face for several minutes)

-freelancer, lasko and damien have little trio dates

-freelancer moans at random to be funny and damien has actually started fighting them for it

-the crew has karaoke fairly often (they can all sing pretty well but sometimes they just choose to sing terribly)

-because damien and freelancer have the most sibling-like relationship in the group, they fight quite often. the arguments aren't always awful but they get bad occasionally (they went no contact for almost a week until dear decided to play mediator and forced them to talk it out)

-lasko doodles the group in different art styles in his free time (gavin found the drawings and said it was cute before lasko could start panicking)

-the crew has made a habit out of hanging out in lasko and dear's offices during breaks, even if neither of them are inside

-since freelancer was the last to graduate, everyone showed up to their ceremony and they all screamed louder than anyone else in the crowd

-the crew welcomed dear into the group so easily it's like they've always been apart of the family

-however, the moment that officially solidified them as one of them was the first time they cried in front of them all after about a year of meeting (it was the anniversary of their grandfather's death and they couldn't hold it together)

-lasko is a billion times more confident on his private instagram and twitter accounts

-freelancer goes into a food coma whenever they're even slightly full so after every friendsgiving meal, they take a nap on the couch for like half an hour

-dear and damien are the resident chefs of the group (the first time dear cooked around them all, damien swore for half a second he was in love with them)

-dear is the true mom friend of the group

damihux are bokuaka coded whooo said that?????

[steddieas-shegoes]

see where the night goes

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'only one bed' rated m wc: 867 cw: some borderline somnophilia-esque behavior? tags: forced proximity, unintentional cuddling, idiots to lovers, love confessions, implied sexual content

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The full sized bed was covered in the ugliest plaid sheets Steve had ever seen, which was saying something since his own bed had been covered in ugly plaid sheets.

It looked like it would fall apart if Steve sat on it, let alone lay down on it.

"Bad news first or good news first?" Eddie asked as he walked into the room.

"There's more bad news? The broken down van and the storm knocking out the power everywhere but this inn isn't bad enough?" Steve responded, putting his hands on his hips as he watched Eddie sit on the bed.

Huh. Looked like it would manage to hold at least some weight, then.

"There's no other bed."

Steve shook his head.

"That's a joke."

"Nope," Eddie popped his lips together. "I did check the bathroom though and there's a decent shower with actual hot water, so. A win's a win?"

Steve groaned.

"Dude, this bed is not big enough for both of us," Steve gestured to the bed Eddie was sitting on. "It doesn't even look big enough for you."

"Sure it is. I slept in a twin until I was nearly 18. This will be like a California King!"

Steve knew he was trying to make light of the situation.

The van breaking down four hours from home on a night when the worst storm Indiana has seen in years decided to come through was only the beginning.

Eddie had lost his wallet somewhere between the van and his walk to a payphone, which meant he had to walk all the way back to the van without having called anyone. He was soaked and cold despite the air around them being relatively warm. By the time he got back to the van, someone had stopped to check on Steve, who had been panicking about Eddie getting lost. When they finally got towed to a repair shop, the mechanic told them he wouldn't be able to look at it until the morning and that from the sounds of it, they'd need to replace a handful of parts that were more money than either of them had with them.

A weekend trip to visit Robin at college had turned into an expensive nightmare.

And now, they would be sharing a very tiny bed.

Eddie and Steve had been closer lately, especially since Robin's classwork had made it impossible for her to visit much. But sharing a full sized bed?

"Well, guess I'll go shower. Maybe it'll help me feel less like everything is falling apart," Steve sighed.

"Okay, Eeyore."

Steve rolled his eyes, but ignored him.

They got ready for bed like they were dreading it, and maybe they were.

They both got into the bed, laying on their sides facing away from each other, but close enough to feel the heat radiating from the other.

The rain pelted the roof, and lightning flashed in the distance, but it seemed like the storm was almost past.

"Steve?"

"Hm?"

"Sorry about tonight."

"Nothing you could do, Eds."

He felt Eddie shift, but they still weren't touching.

"I guess. Still sorry though."

"Yeah, me too."

Sleep fell over them, the exhaustion of the day hitting them hard as soon as their bodies were horizontal.

-- -- -- -- -- --

Steve was sweating, which wasn't completely unusual, but definitely rare when he hadn't woken up screaming from a nightmare.

He had something, no, someone, in his arms.

Eddie.

He was curled around Eddie entirely, his arms around him, his hard dick pressing into his ass.

Eddie was still asleep, breathing softly, chest rising and falling slowly.

Steve needed to wake him up, or at least get up so he could put some space between them until his dick calmed down.

But just as he went to pull his arm away, Eddie turned around in his arms and smiled in his sleep.

And then his eyes fluttered open.

His smile faded.

"Sorry, let me-" As Eddie started to pull away, Steve tightened his arms.

"A minute."

Steve sometimes said he needed a minute like this when the kids were all yelling about things he didn't quite understand or when Robin had been rambling on for too long.

Sometimes, when he and Eddie were just hanging out, he would say it like he just had too much going on in his brain.

Like now.

Steve was looking at Eddie, really looking.

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I might love you."

Eddie blinked back at him, mouth agape.

"You think you might?" His voice was quiet, hesitant.

"Yeah."

"And this is...because of us sleeping in bed together or...?"

"No. It's because when we have a shitty day that could turn into another shitty day tomorrow, I'm still just happy to be with you for it. I didn't...I guess it didn't really hit until now," Steve admitted.

Eddie gulped.

"And you think that's...love?"

"I think that's part of it. I also think I'd like to kiss you."

Eddie let out a small breath, shaky as Steve pulled him flush against his front.

"You would?"

"If that's okay."

"Is that all?" Eddie smirked, obviously implying that he could feel Steve's dick against his thigh.

"We'll see where else the night goes."

[jelly-fishie]

Toji N$FW Alphabet 🖤

A-Z

WARNING: MDNI PLEASE

A - After care

Honestly he's not that big on after care, it's not the first thing that comes to mind when hes finished with you But if you ask he'll probably use your money to go get some food or something maybe even cuddle for a bit if your lucky.

(he secretly loves looking after you and actually will clean make the bed thing like that etc, while you clean up)

B - Body part (fav part of you and him)

Toji very obviously has a favourite bit of you because its always the part covered in hickeys, which just happens to be your ass and tits, your best assets of course.

Toji's very confident about his looks, he knows he's attractive. More importantly he knows just how much you love his arms, and if you love them then he loves them too. (i mean he did anyway but maybe just a little bit more with you liking it too.)

C - C0m3 (anything to do with it)

Toji is dirtyyyy But he hates cleaning it up so he'll make sure he only gets it on you. Its like sand at the beach youll still find little bits of it hours later. He especially loves getting it on your chest and face, and maybe even a little bit all over your ass.

D - dirty secret

This man has a scent kink… yeah. He loves the way you smell… yeah sure the perfume or cologne is nice and the body lotion smells good but… he loves the smell of your natural musk. If you’re working out together and he gets horny because you’re teasing him by doing squats? He’ll nearly pounce on you because he knows you're sweaty. He is addicted to it, shamelessly dipping his head between your thighs and running his nose along your inner thighs, inhaling so deeply it makes you squirm because you know what he’s doing but you can’t get the words out. I’m telling you, he’s a filthy, freaky mother fucker… the dirtier the better… but not too dirty, ya know? 

E - experience (how experienced are they?)

This man is probably nearly a hundred digits in his body count, over the past 20 years or so. He slept around a lot before mamaguro and Then became the most loyal loving mf before she unalived. After she did i reckon he didn't actually get it on with anyone for at least a year or 2.

Anyway you get the point he's very experienced.

F - favourite position

Oh he loves doggy style or you in his lap, He's strong so he could up you up for hours. He just loves watching you squirm and moan beneath him as his cumfills you up. Jesus even the thought of that image makes him hard.

His real favourites are 69 or reverse cowgirl. Anything where he has a hold of your ass really.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Honestly i think toji is more teasing then goofy, it all really depends on what you like. (he will tease you regardless but maybe a bit less if you say you dont like it.)

H - Hair (are they well groomed?)

He doesn't really care about it really, he'll wash and maybe trim if it gets annoying or if you ask him. If he's in a serious relationship with you he'll have a little more maintenance, he likes pruning.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's pretty serious during the moment, maybe an unintentional joke or two and some teasing but other then that 100% serious. He does tend to get a little awkward during the romantic aspect, he wont mutter any "I love yous.." or anything like that. He'll make up for it in praise or dirty talk.

J - Jacking off

Anywhere, anytime, any place. If he needs to get off and you arent there hes grabbing your lotion and looking at your home movies. You've walked in on him a few times but that doesn't stop him and he just ask you to join him, saying the videos 'aren't enough for him'.

K - Kink (one or more)

This man has so many kinks i dont even know where to start, personally hes been associated with breeding and daddy kink (Not so found of the daddy kink) soo often and honestly i kinda agree, he loves seeing a little bulge in your stomach, whether its his dick causing it or something else he loves it.

He also seems like the kind of guy to do anal, but he wouldn't really do it unless you said something, but the minute you do the pants are off. He also loves bdsm, pain and spanking all that, in fact he'd get his nips pierced if he didnt think he'd pop a boner when he got it down.

L- Location and length (where he prefers it, how long it lasts. 2 in 1)

Toji is more then willing to do it anywhere, he's the kind of guy to do it in the mens bathroom if you guys really wanted too but the older he gets and the longer he's with you the more privacy he wants, dont get me wrong he's still down for anything but he appreciates the privacy more.

He likes to take his time with you as well, making sure your always satisfied at the end of it.

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves seeing you get dressed up, walking around in a bodycon dress showing off your figure or walking around dolled up in a new lingerie set (it could literally be plain black he'd still be all over you.) with a nice perfume and your right but in bed.

If you dont feel like dressing up just cuddle in his lap and give him a little nibble or two on his neck, that really gets him going.

N - No's (thing they would absolutely never do)

While he likes pain he would never draw blood using things like a knife or pins or anything that could seriously harm you, he might accidentally bite you too hard but event that he slightly dislikes.

Since he's a father of sorts he really hates things like age play or Being called daddy. He's not totally against calling you ma or mama to tease you but that's it.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh this man loves eating you out, sometimes he'll spend more time eating you out then actually fucking you, he loves feeling you squirt all over him and licking the rest off of you. He certainly also doesnt mind when you go down on him, but personally he prefers your pussy.

P - Pace (are they fast, slow, sensual?)

Honestly it totally depends on the mood and how you like it. He usually adjusts it to the fit the both of you, but this man is naturally rough and fast, but hes just as capable of taking it easy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He'll never pass up an opportunity with you, whether its make up sex or a two minute blow. Quickies arent his favourite but he's always up for it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Toji's old enough and experienced to know what he likes and what he doesn't, but if you manage to bring him something new he'll always consider it..

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh toji can go for HOURS. You'll rarely have less then 3 rounds with him. He could probably go for a day or two if he really really wanted to.

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes, but mainly on you, toji doesn't really use them for himself, maybe a cock ring or something. On you, however as long as your buying it he'll help or watch you use anything

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease) 

Oh he’s evil. Toji will damn near torture you just for his own satisfaction. He’s so mean to you in bed but he’ll make sure you cum. So I guess you can’t necessarily say he’s “unfair” in that aspect

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Its all moans and groans from this man, he'll whisper a few curses under his breath but that's it. Unless you've been going for a while, then you start hearing low sort of sound, whines almost.

W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You both make home videos, and with your permission of course he posts a few of them. He always blurs out faces and important details to keep anonymity. In fact you guys make a pretty penny on it every time the check comes in, you also love reading all the weird dirty comments together and laugh at them.

X - X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

This man is hung and no one can convince me otherwise, in fact its hard for him to get it all in seeing as he grows to 8 inches max, and the human vagina can only take seven. Speaking of pussy he stretches you out good. He's not only long but wide too.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Honestly I'd say it's kind of low, he kinda just lets it build up over the week until you get in the mood or he needs to get off and lets it all out.

Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Toji can knock out in 10 seconds or 10 minutes. It depends on how rough he was with you because he’s trying to get better with aftercare. He wants to at least clean you up and make sure you’re okay before knocking out and snoring like a bear for the next eight hours. 

He also always wants to have cuddled up and spooned up for a little while after, he likes the feeling of being loved/domesticated.

[crepezinhos]

Kaeya’s and Diluc’s Magazine

KAEYA’S POV: You are Kaeya’s girlfriend and you two work together for the Knights of Favonius. You’ve recently sent into a mission without him and he’s missing you so much his brains gave him the perfect idea to satisfy his longing for it.

DILUC’S POV: You are Diluc’s wife and you two work together for the Dawn Winery. During an event at his home, Diluc felt a really weird Déjà vu when he saw you wearing a maid dress to fit the event and discovered through what it was.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is obviously a NSFW piece

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Contains mentions of people enjoying pornography

— Contains kinky topics such as: masturbation, strip-teasing, blow jobs and roleplaying

KAEYA ALBERICH:

Kaeya isn't the kind of guy to masturbate frequently at all since he would have sex with you whenever you both felt horny. But you've been on that stupid mission Jean sent you for almost a month and Kaeya was starting to become impatient. He's a little addicted in having sex, but not enough to cheat on you or do bad things just to feel the sensation. So, for now, his only option was to wait for you to come back.

Kaeya sighed as he sat down in his bed. It was late and he needed to sleep early, but he just wasn't feeling sleepy. He missed you sleeping by his side or on top of his chest, your smooches, your smile... but for some reason, his sexual desires were screaming way louder. Kaeya shook his head trying to replace the beautiful memories he had with you, with quick flashbacks of the last time you guys had sex, about a week before the mission started. It was a simple quickie against the wall in his room, but that surprisingly was enough to get him excited.

His crotch slightly pulsed, urging for more, and Kaeya obeyed his body's wishes and dug further in search of more memories of you two having sex.

The more he'd remember, the more his body wished, so Kaeya just wouldn't stop digging.

But the perfect idea came to his mind.

You know... Kaeya's flirty personality started to grow on him when he became a teenager and started to experience hormones. He was silly, perverted and annoying enough to keep joking with his big brother Diluc's crush at that time: Jean, telling him dirty thoughts between Diluc and her, knowing he was too shy and embarrassed to admit he had his desires. But the peak of his puberty was when he decided to shoplift a porn magazine from a store with the unintentional help of his brother, that fell on the trick for being too innocent. It wasn't THAT pornographic. The magazine only had pictures of women suggestively posing in kinky outfits with dick-shaped objects. It didn't have boobs, lower parts or too much skin exposed at all, but the directors obviously made it teasing so the men would wish more and more to see what was under those clothes and buy more and more of their magazines.

Where did Kaeya hide it, you ask? Right under his feet! He wasn't dumb enough to simply put it under his bed or mix with other books in a shelf, he put it under his floor! As soon as that memory ticked in his mind, he jumped out of the bed and crawled in his 4s, immediately starting to quickly run and click the planks with his hands, looking for the trembly one. Once he felt one go shake up and down way too much for a simple click, he hooked the plank and threw it to a corner behind him of the room. The magazine jumped and bounced as a result of being closed tight after so many years. And as he finally put his both hands into it and pulled it out vertically, his eyes shone and a hand of dust fell out of the magazine.

Oh... what a relief! It wasn't damaged at all! No foldings in the corners, no cuts or holes, only the colors were damaged by time and were now pretty vintage. But Kaeya is a fan of it, so a smirk appeared.

He didn't waste his time and jumped back to his spot on his bed. Legs already spread open and page 1 opened. His smirk widened in nostalgia as he saw the first women in that pair of pages, but a flashback of him seeing the bunny girl in page 45 for the first time and falling in love with her beauty immediately, unconsciously led him to open the magazine on that page, skipping all the other ones.

And there she was! A white woman with her back arched, butt and a smirky face facing the reader while holding on a strip pole. Kaeya closed his lips and eyes, imagining the same woman but as his lover, pulling his dick out of his pants and leaning down at the same time. You looked terrifically sexy, especially because he could imagine your buttocks slowly moving. He decided to go further and made your back arch more and more into his direction, making his vision of your pussy grow, alongside the speed of his hands.

He also started making you say a lot of dirty things he always wanted to hear from you to influence his hands to go faster.

"Do you like what you see, Kaeya?" You said, giving emphasis to his name as you leaned your ass closer to him to it's limit. Neither you or Kaeya knew that he loved when his name came out of your mouth when it's sexual. It was his first time "hearing" you do it. Now he could only see your brown buttocks, the black pantie area of the suit barely covering your pussy and a hole between it and your tights where he could easily slide his cock into.

"Hummm... yes..." He moaned and his head arched back in the pillow as he changed his hand shape to make it look like he was thrusting your tights. An "O" shape with his middle finger and thumb. "Oh Y/N... you look so glamorous..." He pressed the magazine with his other unoccupied hand against his chest.

"And what if I did this..?" Your image said as it turned to Kaeya and kneeled in front of him.

Your unconscious movements caught him by surprise and were perfectly copying the image of the woman in page 69. That was a special page because of its number where there were many images of girls in 69 position with objects simulating dicks. Kaeya opened his eyes, taking a look at his own strength working to make feel him pleasure before pulling back the magazine to his face and sliding some pages. He managed to stop right at the page, so he instantly met an image of a nurse licking a fat syringe nearby the "patient's" pelvis in 69 position. Oh Christ, that made him groan... only if he had you doing that to him on that costume at the moment...

But that wasn't what you were doing on his previous image. So Kaeya slides some pages back in search of an image that looked like you and stopped at page 17 accidentally. The page only had a single picture of a bunny girl supposedly moving her big boobs up and down with a strip pole in the middle of them, simulating what Kaeya was doing: masturbation. That was a trigger to immediately change the image of you to exactly what the woman in the picture was doing.

"What do you prefer, Kaeya?" You asked, still kneeling and no context, with your both hands sneaking between your tights, waiting impatiently for his answer.

"Mouth... use your mouth..." He groaned in exhaustion of repeating the same movement over and over quickly. Sweat was beginning to run down his face.

His eyes opened again, in search of an image to simulate what your image was about to do. He remembered that in page 18 the same woman was licking a carrot suggestively. He carefully slid a page there she was. He moaned loudly in surprise and his eyes shut down immediately. There you were, licking his dick like a toy. Kaeya was already beginning to get close to his climax, so as long as he was loving to touch his dick with an O-shaped hand, he had to undo it because of the extra energy it needed. Every single second had effort put into it, so your image wouldn't suddenly disfigure and change to anything else when he was in such a serious moment.

But unfortunately, that was about to end with the closure of his climax. He sat up, focusing more in the moment. He didn't know how would he prevent his cum from blowing all over his recently put white sheet. But honestly, he couldn't care less, that wouldn't stop him from doing it at all.

He put the magazine aside, smashing it into the bed with his free and, that contributed as a support for his position. He didn't have energy to moan anymore, so his noises reduced to quick breathless hicks. And when he finally felt it, he leaned forward and put both his hands on top of his tip, preventing his cum from exploding everywhere.

His body collapsed in the bed after the feeling was over. Christ... that was exhausting.

After a very long sigh, he finally got up and walked to the bathroom to wash his hands. He also brushed his hair since it looked very unstable after that moment and finally returned to his bed.

He obviously felt tired but still not enough to sleep, somehow. So, before he actually tried sleeping, he decided to take a look at the entire magazine, for the nostalgia feeling after almost 20 years.

DILUC RAGVINDR:

Diluc is also not the type of guy to masturbate frequently. He isn't as sexually active as his brother, but still is a very kinky man when you two have sex. It's his ultimate dark secret, he doesn't even tell you the stuff he'd like to try for the sake of tradition. But, today, his instincts were screaming louder.

He's trying his best, he needs to finish those paperworks by tomorrow, but the images he was having were begging him to give hisself a break of work.

What happened? Well... today there was a festival in Mondstadt located at his winery and the female volunteers or participants had to wear a maid dress to fit the event. Technically, there really was nothing wrong with it, the dresses weren't inappropriate at all. But still, when Diluc saw his wife dressing it, he felt something... he couldn't describe it, but like a memory trying to break into his mind after many, MANY years. Most of the time, his eyes were staring at you, wondering what was so special on you wearing that dress. Until...

"Dude, you realize you've been staring at her this entire time, right?" The familiar voice of his brother scared him for a brief moment and he got angry at what Kaeya pointed out, but preferred to not answer.

"She kinda looks like-... actually, never mind." Kaeya suggested and Diluc was shocked to see Kaeya recognizing it faster than him.

"What? Tell me."

"Hum... I'm not really sure... it's kinda disres-"

"I don't care. Say it."

"Ok, ok! Do you remember that magazine we had when we were 16?" Diluc's eyes widened in shock and anger.

But... that's what Diluc has been looking for that entire time. The dresses really seemed identical, the pornographic ones were just way more slutty. Now... his problems start here. You and most of the maids were using brown leggings that censored most of the original color of your skin and he wondered if you were using a lingerie underneath that dress. He wanted to pull your dress up to see your pair of tights, but his brother was more worrying right now.

"How do you remember that..?" Diluc asked with a little bit of disgust.

"The maids were your favorite... I caught you simping for those maids MULTIPLE times." He answered truthfully but couldn't avoid the silly, low laughs.

Diluc's puzzle was finally completed. The image that he was looking for, came fresh just like it used to be when Diluc first read the magazine.

His favorite image. The one he'd always picture in his head when he was horny. The one he used to view Jean in.

It was a maid with her back arched and holding a broom as a support. There was a text above her "Punish me, master!" that perfectly matched her childishly teary face. There was also a man in the picture using a suit and with a single hand holding the girl's ass under her underwear, making it twice as teasing as the image was naturally. You couldn't see the man's face or neck as well, so the focus will be 100% focused on the maid.

You know who else also dresses elegantly just like the man in the image ever since he was a teenager? Diluc. That means, Diluc sees himself on the image more than anyone else. He has always been dressing suits and coexisted with maids. That doesn't mean he necessarily was dirty-minded to his maids, he actually never was dirty-minded at all. He'd only take looks at the magazine when Kaeya AND his father weren't home, just to make sure he'd be safe when he'd touch himself. Because only God knows how many times Kaeya caught him in the act.

Now, Diluc couldn't stop remembering the times he'd touch himself to that image and what did he imagine while doing so. Poor Jean was always the victim... but now, obviously all he could think of was you.

He could imagine you two against a wall, his clothed dick making contact with your buttocks while you said stuff he'd imagine as a child as well.

"I'm sorry for breaking your father's vase, my master~..." You moaned, taking a peak at him with your left eye.

Your face was red and teary just like the maid, hands gently touching the wall.

"I'm ready for my punishment..." You arched your back more and more, pushing and caging his dick between his pants and the vale between your buttocks.

His imaginary hand slides under your baby pink panties.

Why this color? Well... that was also the color the maid was using in the picture to make a contrast between the black and white palette (and attracting the reader's gaze).

He slowly pulled them off, making every single second of it painful to you. He didn't even bother taking it all off, he just left it hanging on your knees. You were already wet, favoring even more his job at the moment. And it didn't take seconds for him to completely get his dick inside you.

The real Diluc felt butterflies and accidentally grunted. Poor boy didn't even realize he had been rubbing his hand on his cock this entire time, still in his pants (surprisingly). He stopped everything to take a look at himself. The way his cock was THAT hard was embarrassing in his view. He’s supposed to be a classy and respectful man to everyone and especially his wife.

But his kinky self just couldn’t stay hidden in the back of his brain anymore.

Should he really do it? Right there? Right now?

...

...

...

"Ok..." He said to himself, closing the archive he was looking and pulling the picture he had of you closer to his gaze.

It was a beautiful picture of you and him in your marriage, the happiest moment of his life. He shouldn't use such a golden memory to picture you, but it didn't really matter anymore, he had already pulled his dick out and he'd do it for the sake of the pleasure he hasn't felt in years.

Back to the main part, there he was, thrusting you right in your weakest spots, very slowly, enjoying every single breathless moan coming out of you.

As the traditionalist Diluc was grown to be, he felt more pleasure being on top, and that was honestly his favorite position. He liked to make you tiptoe in order to make you extra vulnerable against him, and that was exactly what he was doing to your image right now. You already had your panties hanged and now, both your legs.

Diluc put his hand in his face in order to mute his moans from the outside. It would be too embarrassing for anyone to see such a grown and respectful man doing things like that, so he really wanted to prevent anybody from coming in. He knew the door of his office was unlocked, so his eyes would stare it like a predator, ready to change positions if anybody decided to come in.

But the more his door didn't move, the more he allowed himself to go faster and harsher in his own body.

"M-Master Diluc..!~" You screamed, multiple times.

He released one of his hands off your hips and smacked your ass once and hard.

"Quiet down. I don't want us to be heard." He growled in your ear, sort of messaging his real self at the same time.

He was becoming frustrated. He'd usually become frustrated when you two were having intimacy because it was the main way he could de-stress after his long, hard-working days.

"P-Please~..! I-I can't keep quiet~..! You're going too hard~..!" You moaned, trying to turn your head to him desperately.

Diluc stopped thrusting.

"If you can't keep up with my rules, you will suffer more punishment." Diluc mired your defenseless figure breathing heavily.

"Master, please..!" Your voice didn't sound too breathless or pleasurable. That annoyed him. You're supposed to be begging, moaning and whimpering for him.

Without any warning, Diluc released a hand of your waist again and put it on your hair, pulling it to his direction, thrusting you harsh at the same time. The scream that escaped was insanely high your back immediately arched to its maximum again.

"Then, I guess you’d rather show everybody how slutty you are under your cute little maid dress." He whispered, increasing his pace as his hand on your head did not move.

You weren't holding back any of your moans, which made Diluc angrier and angrier. He released his right hand from your waist as well and started smacking your ass repeatedly whenever he felt you moaned too loudly.

Your head was barely functioning, it was too many things to process for your considerably tiny body. You could only moan and hold your drool until you'd reach your very late orgasm.

The real Diluc was becoming unable to hide some of his pants and groans. Even if he was containing his moans, it wasn’t enough to contain his volume. When Diluc noticed that his dick was starting to slightly ache, his eyes widened in search of the tissues he had in the corner of his table. His nose isn't too resistant to cold and he'd keep those tissues there so he wouldn't make pointless pauses during his working sessions. But for the first time he'd use one of those to something like that. He even thought about cumming in your picture to visualize his dirty thoughts better, but it was too golden for such a disgusting thing like what he was doing.

The more Diluc fastened his movements, the closer his head got his table, eventually laying it down from exhaustion. That was also helpful to quiet down his noises and less exhausting than keeping his hands in the air and making it difficult for his blood circulation.

After some seconds in that position, Diluc finally blowed. His free hand was quick enough to put that tissue he grabbed on top of his dick before the actual thing. He hissed and grunted until the whole orgasm was done and threw himself in the chair.

He kept staring at the rooftop meanwhile his breath slowly went back to normal. He couldn't believe he had just masturbated for a fucking link that he got after reading a porn magazine he hasn't seen in years. His eyes closed in frustration at himself.

It seemed that doing that actually helped him.

He felt normal again. No more dirty thoughts, no more porn magazines… it’s just him again.

Diluc sighed in relief. No one had caught him.

He also wondered if he should ask you tonight if you two could try new things next time you guys would have sex, like the scenario he just thought about. But that kinda made him feel bad. You were such a wonderful woman. You controlled the chores in the house, you decided what was dinner going to be, you prepared parties, you made some businesses around and way more! He felt terrible of asking you to take another burden in one of the few moments where you two could express and take all that stress out of your bodies.

But doing it in missionary over and over was getting a little boring in Diluc’s mind, now that he had thought about doing it step by step against a wall.

Well, it doesn’t matter anymore. Duty calls him and he needs to read through and sign those documents by tomorrow. So he breathed in and lifted his chest again, beginning to flip through the pages of the documents he was messing some minutes ago.

“I mean… the worst she could say is “No”, right? It’s a 50/50 thing, so… she could accept it… right?” Diluc wondered his final thought to hisself while looking for the page where he stopped at.

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[fanonical]

i'm genuinely kind of sad about an unintentional side-effect of fandom on popular media, and that's trying so hard to fill in 'plot holes' that you just cause more inconsistency and a worse story

(disclaimer, i don't think this is fandom's fault, i think this is the fault of creators taking things like online theories, jokes, and criticisms and getting the exact wrong message from them)

my example for this is beauty and the beast, the disney versions. in the original disney movie, the enchantress curses the servants in the beast's palace as well as the beast himself - but why? her beef was with the beast, not the people around them

in the live-action remake, this is addressed. the servants were complicit in the beast being a dick, you see! they raised and educated him! it was their fault too!

but this makes for a way worse story. because that in itself raises further questions - it's not like a working-class servant can discipline a prince in the same way they might have disciplined their own kids, and if your kid turns out to be a shitty person that's not by necessity your fault. her problem was still with who the beast is as an individual

and this 'problem' could have been solved with one idea - the enchantress is not kind. she curses everyone and it's overkill, but it's what happened. hell, in the disney original, the enchantress isn't even a character - she's not important to the narrative, she's a plot device! but the creators wanted to address the online criticism, so they bent the narrative into they shape they thought people online wanted, and fuck what's best for the story

[michverdun]

Growing Competition

Victor let out a slight groan as the growth surged through his frame, making him clearly the biggest competitor. God, was he glad he took that deal. Sure, the guy he got that pill from was clearly shady, but there was no way he was winning without it. It didn’t matter that he talked like he had heard some inside joke Victor wasn’t in on, or that he didn’t require any payment. All that mattered was that he was set to lose before he stepped foot on stage, and he needed something to change that.

The competitor right next to him was the frontrunner and had been for weeks leading up to the competition. He could just see the look on Mark's face as they were backstage, a dumb grin as he came over to talk to him. He was perfectly friendly, cracking stupid jokes before they went out on stage, but all it did was make Victor see red. This was obviously some odd display of power,a way to bring Victor off of his game. He was so sure of his win he didn’t even try to be competitive. Everyone knew he was getting the win, and that meant Victor would be pushed out of a spot in the Olympia once again.

Not this time, Victor thought to himself as he flexed. He felt the best he ever had on stage.His body was filled with monstrous mass, easily 100 pounds heavier than Martin with pure muscle. He let out a grunt as he felt a burning in his muscles once again, just like when he took that pill before getting on stage. His biceps surged, pecs reaching his chin and lats flaring out. He didn’t expect it to last this long, and the guy didn’t say a word about multiple growth spurts, but he could  Forget about just qualifying, he could win Mr. Olympia with this physique!

He tried to keep his cool as he kept flexing, but most of his concentration went to his stuffed posers. The shady guy didn’t say shit about his dick growing, but he knew it had to be twice as long and maybe twice as thick. His balls, too, swelled with as much fervor as his muscles, maybe even more as they got to work flooding his system with testosterone. He was just so fucking HORNY. Every part of his mind was lost in thinking about tearing his posers off and stroking his beastly cock for the world. The only thing stopping him was the looming threat of disqualification.

Lost in thought, Victor moved to the next pose, and his hands moved to unsubtly grab at his bulge. It wasn’t even a conscious action for him, he just had to know how big he had gotten. He let out an unintentional moan, and then a warm tingle spread throughout his body again.

Before Victor could even react, he felt his pecs burst out with pure brawn, the already impressive mounds of beef visibly swelling out with new striated mass. He started to panic, it wasn’t supposed to have him keep growing this much! He kept going through the required poses as his thighs pushed away from each other, each gaining dozens of pounds. Fuck, forget thigh gap, he could feel his caves brush against each other. He kept his cool just enough to hit his double biceps pose once again, feeling his bicep press against his fist, and fight his arms and shoulder for space, as his frenzied second growth spurt came to its end:

Yeah. he had this one in the bag.

He was incomparable.There never was, and never would be a man with his kind of mass. Mark looked emaciated against all of Victor’s swollen bulk, each muscle stretching his skin to its limit. Victor’s pecs pressed against his chin, to the point where he could see them in the bottom of his vision without looking down. He could feel the enormity of his body, of just how much muscle there was on him now. He was a freak, a grotesque muscle god so over pumped that onlookers could barely comprehend what they were seeing. 

He let out a moan as he saw the faces of shock in the audience. God, it felt good. He could feel his posers strain with the titanic bulge it contained, but he knew it would hold. And if it didn’t? He could just paint the entire fucking crowd with the amount of cum these balls would produce, and that would be a win in his book anyway. All there was to do now was show off a little more and finally get the recognition he deserved–

Wait.

What was that moan just then? That wasn’t him.

Victor couldn’t turn his head, but still he could see the beginnings of growing spray-tanned muscle out of the corner of his eye. Muscle that wasn’t his. He heard Mark yell out in shock as the same growth that had overtaken Victor earlier now worked on a different man.

That slimy fucking drug dealer! He must’ve had extra pills to give to other guys, and of fucking course he had to give it to his rival! Victor pretended he didn’t notice and hoped that his growth was a fluke. Maybe that second growth spurt was special to him, and maybe that extra moaning he was hearing wasn’t from Mark still growing– aw dammit!

That hope vanished. Victor stayed composed as they were dismissed off stage for the judges to deliberate, but deep down he felt crushed. His one big shot of making it, of making a name for himself, was about to be ripped away.

He tried to figure out how to maneuver all of his new mass off stage. Mark lumbered over to him and gave him the closest approximation of a hug the man could muster. His arms clumsily tried to wrap around the other man, but he was only able to touch Victors lats. It looked more like he was just pressing himself up against Victor, an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object.

“Bro, you’re fucking massive.” Mark said with awe and an obvious lust. 

Victor could see an earnest spark in his eyes, with that same dumb grin on his face that he had backstage. He wasn't lying, Mark really was enamored with his size. In that moment, a thought crossed Victor’s mind: maybe all of that talk backstage wasn’t Mark being cocky. Maybe he was actually trying to be nice.

As Victor looked at Mark’s impossible bulk, his head nestled in-between traps and pecs just like his own, he had another thought: goddamn he was so fucking hot. He had the smallest hints of that feeling as he watched the man pump up backstage, but now it was impossible to ignore, especially when Mark turned around. Those massive glutes might be the only thing that could take Victor’s massive cock. It’d be a perfect fit.

As the two lumbered off stage, Victor had a new goal.  Fuck the competition, he needed to figure out where Mark was staying that night. Pumping a few dozen loads into that perfect muscle ass would be better than any win he could ever get.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

whoah hey where are you getting That?!

yes, Barnaby seems to be the Lead of the two. yes, sometimes he seems to be somewhat Oblivious or/and Overbearing. but also seems to genuinely care about Wally and the other neighbors - the two statements can and should co-exist!

and really, Barnaby is Not mean. keep in mind that he's supposed to be the comedy relief, the jokester, always up for some playful ribbing. of course he's gonna tease his neighbors and be a bit unserious - i think that's the point! that's his Role!

when the chips are down, he's one of the more considerate guys. when he accidentally squishes Eddie in the Storybook Record, he's the only one to ask if Eddie's alright. and with Wally, he's the only one to notice that something was wrong with Wally and shows genuine concern for his lil buddy.

(w/ the dog chasing thing, that's like... a Given. dogs chase mailmen, that's the Thing. that's the Gag, the Bit. and i doubt Barnaby hurts Eddie if he catches him. to me, Eddie's panic seemed to come from more of a place of "i need to do my job correctly" rather than "he's going to maul me". like when you play chase with your pet - they act like it's life or death even though they know nothing actually happens when you catch them)

and while his playful ribbing & teasing & joking can push certain people's patience, he doesn't go too far. he's actually pretty mild about it! Barnaby doesn't seem to be malicious - he's just a friendly, playful, silly little guy. and really, who Doesn't like to rile people up with puns, huh? the exasperated groans & eye rolls are the best part!

tldr; calling it abuse or calling him a dick is a bit of an overreaction and misinterpretation, and can't be further from the truth. all of the neighbors have their flaws, it's what makes them nuanced and interesting. but none of them are cruel or even mean.

i don't know what order to start Dissecting, so i'll just start with:

it's absolutely fascinating how the dynamic Wally & Barnaby had - to my knowledge - before the update, and a dynamic i'd seen speculated elsewhere and generally accepted, has been completed turned on its head

see, given that Wally is the "main character" and Barnaby is classified as "his best friend", i got the feeling that Barnaby kind of... tags along on Wally's 'shenanigans'. that he's the sidekick, the best friend. especially since their dynamic has been previously & briefly described as "Barnaby is very polite to Wally." he's the Companion.

but the audios sorta paint a reverse picture. in the Interview, when Barnaby enters stage right, he completely bowls over Wally's introduction and dominates the interview. when the interviewer asks how the two of them are handling the fame, even outright asking Wally, Barnaby doesn't hesitate to answer the question himself, and only about himself. Wally doesn't get another word in edge-wise until the interviewer explicitly singles Wally out.

(now, an argument could be made that Barnaby knew that Wally was somewhat overwhelmed with all of the questions, and tried to take the reins to give him a reprieve. but, considering that the interview seems to be very early on the possible timeline - like, very soon after Welcome Home debuted - i don't think this is likely. i doubt Barnaby and Wally would've had the time to solidify their dynamic or really get to know each other that well yet)

and Barnaby continues to take point in pretty much all of their other conversations, too. like in the mystery Howdy/Barnaby/Wally audio, their interaction gives off the vibes that Wally is Barnaby's sidekick, his tag-along.

(on a related tangent, it's fascinating how the website described the episodes as "[beginning] with Wally introducing the focus or theme for the day before coming across other characters who would join him on his escapades until the end of the day." but from pretty much everything we've seen so far, it seems like He's the one who's just along for the ride, bouncing from neighbor shenanigan to neighbor shenanigan instead of having his own adventures.

of course, if the 14 audios are present time, which is honestly somewhat likely, this could be because the show isn't running. they aren't doing episodes - they're just existing, doing their things. no need for Wally to take point in any way shape or form. tangent over)

in the 14 audios with Barnaby, he doesn't even acknowledge Wally until the very end - which, of course, could be because that's how the scenes are set up. except that in some of them, the characters do directly acknowledge Wally's presence outside of the endings. Eddie in 5-14, Howdy and Poppy in 1-14, and Frank in 4-14 (technically, since he was infodumping to Wally at the very start before Barnaby interrupted). you'd think that a guy would try to include his best friend a little more!

maybe i'm reading into it too much. & given what we know about Wally as a character, it would make sense for Barnaby to be the go-getter Main Guy of the two. but it really seems like its Barnaby & Wally instead of Wally & Barnaby. he's just kinda... there. going along with whatever Barnaby is up to.

but also, on the other side of things - & it's occurring to me as i type this, it's interesting how in a lot of audios, Barnaby seems to seek Wally out. in "Just So", he shows up to fetch Wally. in 4-14, Barnaby interrupts Frank and Wally's gardening session, almost as if he's stopping by to check on his little buddy. in 7-14, Barnaby calls Julie's house (presumably) searching for Wally, or at least checking in once again. something to consider in all of this!

[restwellsoon]

Ok ok ok…can we please get daydreams with Dick Grayson and daddy kink, make it spicy.

Also congratulations on all those milestones!! I hope you're celebrating them!

Thank you!

Minors & ageless blogs DNI!

Pairing: Dick Grayson x GN!Reader

Tw: smut, daddy kink

"I guess I never pegged you as the mom friend," you admitted, legs crossed over Dick's as you laid in his bed. Work clothes were abandoned for the comfort of underwear and baggy shirts.

His hand covered your thigh, absently trailing up and down as his eyes stayed fixed on the television set- some Planet Earth type of show, his pick of course. "Well, that's your problem, babe. For starters, you've never pegged me to begin with-"

He didn't get much further than that before your giggles cut in. It was amazing how he could make his quips with the straightest of faces.

As your laughter settled down, you told him, "Keep up the dad jokes and maybe I'll take back what I said."

"Oh yeah?" It was the drop in his voice that made your heart skip a beat. "There's more direct ways to call me daddy, ya know."

That hand trailed upward towards your waistband, pausing for a moment until you gave him a look of impatience.

They slid off along with your shirt, along with his, then his boxers too.

"And what are they?"

His body pressed into yours, hardness teasing that space between your legs. He did that forearm thing that you loved-face hovering over yours as his arms and core bore the weight. It was the perfect angle to see Dick flex and get enough of his heat to rile you up. You shifted beneath him in anticipation.

His bangs tickled your skin as he whispered, "The easiest way would be to force it out of you." His lips nipped at your neck as if he could draw that name from your throat. "To make you repeat after me exactly what I want you to say. Daddy should always get what he wants, shouldn't he?"

It didn't take much for you to agree with him as his hands wandered your body, his cock grinding slowly against you as a trail of precum built up wherever you touched.

"But the easy way isn't always that best way." Easy or best didn't matter as long as you had him, but Dick always had a way of adding a touch of romance and desire during your encounters.

Your lips pressed against each other as tongue explored tongue for a moment, the bumping and grinding of your sex making your head full of lust and frustration. He was doing it on purpose-this you knew-as the tip of his cock teased your entrance, pressing deep enough to spread you apart but never enough to truly enter.

You separated with a string of saliva to connect you, and he cut it off, letting it pool slightly at the corner of your mouth before deciding to wipe it off completely. Playfully, you licked his thumb before he pressed that and another finger into your mouth, watching as you sucked them greedily.

With a pop, he let them trail down your torso, ignoring your needy whines. "No, the easy way isn't the most satisfying way either," and you ventured to ask what was then.

"When it's unintentional," his tone was more matter-of-fact. He grinned as you uttered an unexpected 'fuck' as he fingered your hole, going knuckle-deep with one and pumping. You still had too much control if that was all you had to say.

"When the sex is so good, you're begging for it." He added another finger.

"When you're begging for me."

"Dick, please."

His smile was intentionally cruel. "You'll get it soon enough, babe, if you call me the right name."

"Daddy, please."

"There you go," he said with satisfaction, fingers pressing that spot that would push you over the edge.

Your hole wrapped tight around him. He couldn't wait to feel it against his cock.

"Sometimes the decision's simply- easy does it, especially when you're between a cock and a hard place."

A/N: We need less wordplay and more foreplay from Dickie, amirite? 10/10 would still hit it despite the puns though.

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