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Take a Breather

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Koa in his object form pst-pst-pst-ing at Reader every time they pass by. Watching as they bounce between areas of the house. Trying their hardest to get all their chores done on their rare day off. But Koa can sense the stress suffocating them. All their muscles tensed up. The last resort as Betty couldn't even successfully coax them into her grasp. 

'I can't, Koa. Still have another load of laundry to do,' Reader tries to give him a withering glare. But it falls flat with how exhausted they are. But Koa's fed up with their excuses, swooshing into his human form. Plopping onto the couch. He treats it more akin to a hammock than a couch. It earns him a short and sharp 'hey, easy on the furniture.' Koa ignores them, well aware that it can handle his weight. Scooping them into his lap. 

'Yes you can. Dirk and Harper can handle the laundry. You need a break.' His words were final. Leaving now room for argument. 'And before you come up with some other chore to run off to.' His hands are all over them. Running across the span of their back before coming to rest on their ass. 'All knotted up. Wouldn't even let Betty help.'

'Wanted to,' Reader softly admits. Watching from their spot on his lap as Koa reaches for a gift in the cushions. 'Yeah, and why didn't you?'

'Knew once she and Mateo sank their teeth into me, I wouldn't be able to leave.' The acts they'd shared together were quite intoxicating. Leaving Reader in a mindless goop yet wanting more. 

In the present, Koa reveals the gift to be a few pre-rolled blunts. Knowing Reader used the depressant when life became too much. When they needed to dull the edges. Just temporarily for a brief moment. Lighting one, Koa takes a few hits. Letting the smell surround them as he settled further against the cushions. Koa pulls Reader with them. 

Frowning when they're still so tense. 'C'mere,' with a finger under their chin, Koa guides their mouth to his. 'Relax, hun. You don't have to earn it,' he whispers as he gently blows the smoke against their face. Hungrily kissing them. Koa hears them moan. 'There we go.'

Taking another hit before repeating the action. But this time, holding it before he funneled it into their mouth. Watching as their eyes slowly gain a red bloodshot hue to them. Both of them share a dopey smile. Reader plucking it from Koa's grasp. Sucking on the bud, playfully blowing out small o-rings in Koa's direction.

'Cheeky,' Koa kisses their cheek. Waiting for the munchies to hit them, Koa turns on the tv, turning it onto some random movie for background noise. Massaging, as to untangle the knots in their muscles. His touch firm.

But to Reader, it's warm. The sluggishness from the weed made them oh-so sensitive. Koa, taking the blunt, rests it against an ashtray. Not wanting them to burn their pretty fingers. Noting how sleepy they looked, he cradled their head closer to his neck.

Napping on him, Betty walks by. Pausing to watch for a bit, she catches Koa's eye. 'Finally got them to relax?' To that, Koa simply places a finger against his lips. 'Shh, they're sleeping.' To which Betty rolls her eyes and goes in search of Mateo.

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Creamy Canary

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Timmy could barely keep his instincts in check when he spotted the wet spot on Reader's chest. Right where her nipples were. His hard work had paid off.

All the shifts he had put in at the biscuit factory. Prodding and squeezing her boobs as part of their shared nightly routine. Purrs emit from his throat as he went as far as motorboating Reader's chest. Unable to get enough of how soft and warm she was. A lovesick fool for his mistress. Only getting the go-ahead to suckle on her sensitive areolas during sex.

But right now, all Timothy could think about was that damn stain against her cotton shirt. Trying to come up with a way to get her shirt off that. 'You're staring, kitty. Need something?' Reader's voice cut through the fog.

'Please—ah, please, can I suck on your tits? Drink your—ah, your milk, mistress?' Timmy asks her, saddling on up next to Reader. Lying his cheek on her stomach, looking at her with glazed over eyes. Poor Reader's unable to deny Timothy when he begs so prettily. That and her tits ached with how full they were. Desperately wanting some form of relief.

'Of course sweetheart,' Reader's voice near saccharine in quality. With her approval, Timmy is quick to drag her shirt over her head. Mouth quickly latching on. Choosing the puffier of the two nipples, causing Reader to gasp, slipping a hand into Timothy's hair. Pulling him closer.

'Such a sweet little kitty cat for me, aren't ya?' Reader moans out as Timmy gulps down mouthfuls of her milk. Only unlatching when any drops spill past the corners of his lips. Licking up the stray drops. Feverishly nodding, he begins to give the other nipple the same attention. 'Mhm, mistress' good boy.' Paws coaxing out more milk as he squeezed Reader's boob.

Timothy slumps forward inbetween Reader's plush breasts once he could find no more milk. Reader feels the warmth of his breath on her skin as Timothy pants. Having barely come up to breathe. His stomach now full.

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The game has a sh0ta!?

“You don’t like it when Timmy calls you ‘master’? Has Timmy displeased you?”

Also apparently he shares Chat Noir’s voice actor

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Dutch Doors

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Reader and Dorian had ventured out to the countryside so Dorian could undertake a peaceful birth. Thinking that being away from the city would help. And it did. Dorian found many forms to shift into that were way more comfortable than a panel door or trap door.

His current go-to was a Dutch door. The bottom half consistently opened, taking the weight. The horizontal separation also gave him the illusion of agility. The top half would jump whenever Reader affectionately stroked over what they thought to be his stomach. Assuming such a thing as the wood was extremely warped there.

Dorian sat on the bed between Reader's legs after a long relaxing bath. Rubbing lotion along his baby bump. Unable to hide it as he was seven months along. Dorian could feel Reader growing hard from the action. Noting how his lover looked at him like he was some ethereal deity just for carrying their child. Still unsure if said child would end up with Dorian's shapeshifting abilities or if they would be fully human like Reader. Or perhaps a human with woodsy/outdoorsy traits.

'Such a horndog, unable to keep it in your pants,' Dorian was too much of a sappy pile of goop at the moment. Boneless as his head rested back on Reader's shoulder, slumped into his chest. Flat out refusing to do any of the work required to fuck. 'Can't help it when my love looks so beautifully exquisite,' kissing his shoulder, 'Just drift afloat, okay? I'll do all the work.'

Having talked about what Dorian could handle sexually, they both agreed Reader's cock was off limits. It wasn't that penetration was too painful. Rather, he was too sensitive. Squirming like a live wire the few times they had tried.

'We'll stick to my fingers. I'll stop at any point if you want me to. Simply say stop and I'll stop.' Trailing his hands downwards to Dorian's already slick folds. Massaging his inner thighs, teasing him. Getting as close as he could to Dorian's clit without touching it. 'I know what we agreed to,' Dorian snapped. 'Now stop teasing me!' Reader then kissed up Dorian's neck. 'Okay, okay. I yield...only for you, cher.'

One hand targeted the pregnant man's clit, collecting some slick before lightly circling it. The other reached further down, slowly inserting a single finger into his entrance. Gently exploring his lover's spongy walls. Watching from above as Dorian blissfully sighed. 'Feel good?' Reader only received a nod to his question. 'Good, let the feeling wash over you. Those soft tingles,' Reader kept his touch on Dorian's clit feather-light.

Slipping in another finger as Dorian closed his eyes. Listening to the sickly-sweet moans that spilled from his mouth. Reader beginning to rut against Dorian's back as his pants became a bit too tight. 'Look so beautiful like this, wish you could see yourself.' The pregnant man was positively glowing. Well, maybe that was the sheen of sweat talking.

Dorian did feel as if he was on cloud nine, thanks to the endorphins and increased blood flood pregnancy brought. Reader’s every touch down there felt heightened. ‘Can you do another finger?’ Dorian’s glazed over eyes meeting Reader’s as he nodded, exposing the full of his neck. ‘N-need more.’

’I got you, gonna give you what you need,’ easily slipping in a third with how wet he was. Slick trailing down his thighs, coating the expanse of Reader’s knuckles and palm. It only took a pull more thrusts until Dorian cried out. Coaxed directly into a climax at Reader’s administrations.

‘Did so good for me. So well,’ Reader whispered as he removed his fingers. His own pants stained with cum. Dorian knew from his harsh breathing. How Reader has also slumped against Dorian in that moment. Reader helping Dorian ride out his pleasure with a few more circles on his clit.

’Hey, don’t fall asleep on me now. Gotta get you cleaned up.’

’You act like me being asleep will make it any more difficult.’ Plus Dorian couldn’t help that his body needed more sleep. Growing a mini object? human? Whichever, it was strenuous work.

Reader was unsurprised to see Dorian snoring when he came back from the bathroom with a damp hand towel. Very least, he was still propped up against the headboard that was fluffed with pillows. Smiling, Reader gently trailed the cloth over Dorian’s heated skin. Reader then changed into a clean pair of underwear before joining his pregnant lover in dreamland.

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Made a Yaelokre oc w/ this picrew

Their name’s Merrick

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too hip to keep tight lipped

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As the years passed by, Peter B. entrusted Hobie with Mayday's care. Being the perfect outlet for Mayday's teen angst and rebellion. Something that wouldn't end up on her permanent record. Can't have a rap sheet in a different universe when that universe doesn't know you exist.

That and Miguel didn't really care what they got up to. Just as long as it didn't cause any new anomalies that he'd have to deal with. And Peter B. was still as lenient. Feeling that he had to let Mayday spread her wings. Happy that she got home at a reasonable hour and in one piece. 

But Peter B. did worry. It was his job as a father to worry about her. Making sure to give her the birds and the bees talk. That she had all the information needed to engage in safe sex. And Hobie on the other hand, never really gave her a glance that wasn't platonic. Never gave her any inclination that he held any romantic or sexual feelings. 

Mayday now stood a few heads shorter than Hobie. Wild, red spilled down to her mid-back. Unable to tame it as they swung from rooftop to rooftop. Laughing their asses off as they outran whatever authorities were tasked with chasing them. A spitting image of her mother with curves to match.

'Do I really have to go back home?' Mayday whined. Pouting as her blue eyes met Hobie's. A honeyed brown with the sunlight pouring through the window. But she knew they had already pushed the boundaries of their relationship enough. What, with her spending the night. Ignoring the many calls and texts sent from her dad. Her phone long dead.

'Yes, otherwise your pops will have my head. Would be more scary to cross him than Miguel,' comes Hobie's groggy response. Surprised Peter B. had stormed through his door yet. 'Ugh fine,' getting up from her curled up spot on Hobie's chest. Stretching her arms overhead as she went about searching for a pair of trousers. Having borrowed plenty of clothes from him before.

Hobie watched from his spot on the bed. As her movements pulled the oversized Ramone's tshirt upward. The shirt was one of his. Before Mayday cropped it to not be so much like a dress. Off the shoulder as well. Giving him a brief peak of her panties. 'Do you know where my chucks are?' Mayday shouted from the bathroom.

'By the door, luvie,' Hobie shouts. Pulling a random shirt over his head as he mentally prepared for the lecture he was bound to receive from Peter B. 'Ready to go?'

'Yeah...I'm ready.' Hobie could tell she was still reluctant to go. But they had to eventually. 'Best to not worry your dad,' walking side by side with her to a nearby portal that would take her back. Matching pairs of scuffed sneakers. Stalling, Hobie stopped her. 'Got something on your face,' using it as an excuse to kiss like he wanted to. One for the road, so to speak.

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Kazuto x Suguha + Online lovers flag edit

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Nagisa Shiota + Femboy flag edit

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Got reminded I just have this sticked onto the back page of my one pocket journal. Doodled it a while ago tho

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sister! reader; you were always a violent creature, but I never blamed you for that. I mean look at the way you were raised, no one would be normal after that [source]

loki; don't treat me like I'm some wounded animal

sister! reader; if I were to treat you like a wounded animal, I would've killed you out of mercy years ago. allow me this pity, brother

thor; you don't need to be so harsh, reader

sister! reader; yeah, yeah...he started it

loki; still so childish. times sure have changed around here but that hasn't

sister! reader; you forget I'm the youngest

loki; oh, lest we forget

sister! reader; you can't force me to hate you, loki. no matter how hard you try. no matter what you do. we'll always love you

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Discowing! Dick Grayson + Elvis themed moodboard

Based off this incorrect quote of mine

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Dmitri x Raven x Loki moodboard

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Step Bros

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Dick is jerking off in one of the lower bunk beds of the bedroom he shares with his siblings. He was getting close to the edge when Damian suddenly crashes into the room. The door slamming against the wall as the two stare at each other. 

Damian unable to peel his eyes from his brother being butt naked. Dick not entirely sure how he can explain away this one. Racking his mind for some bullshit excuse. It’s only when he hears Bruce’s footsteps that he moves into action. Pulling the blanket over his lower half. 

Bruce, oblivious to what had transpired a split second before his arrival, walks in with his usual stony expression. Talia right behind him, fingers tightly locked together. Having some good news to share, ‘good, the both of you are here.’ Knocking down the amount of times he’d have to give this spiel by one.

'Talia and I are getting married, and we expect both of you to attend. A full family affair for once,' Bruce announces. Unaware that his older son's dick is throbbing beneath the blanket; an angry, beat red.

'That's good news. Congratulations father,' Damian tells Bruce. His expression seems indifferent but expresses that he will not forgive Bruce if he hurts him mother. In his mind, there was still potential that Bruce could end up leaving Talia stranded at the altar. That and he was the sort that worshiped the ground his mother walked on. Unable to do no wrong in his eyes.

Dick on the other hand is trying his best to feign excitement despite the dread of being caught. Internally begging them all to leave. He is truly happy for his dad. And now, step-mother to be. As much as Damian tended to be a thorn in his side, he wouldn't mind having him as sibling. Dick already treated him like a younger sibling since Bruce and Talia started dating. It was just awful timing. His blood running cold when Bruce demands a group hug.

Damian gleefully watches as Bruce, after some back and forth, rips the blanket away from Dick. Dick replaced the blanket with his hands. A blush trailing down his chest, fully aware Talia could see him too. Mortified as Damian's snicker echoed in the room, watching Bruce reprimand his eldest son. 'Put on some pants. I expect to see you in my study.' 

Talia followed when Bruce stormed out and down the stairs, grumbling beneath his breath. 'Bruce, you act like boys his age don't have needs.'

Meanwhile, Dick's quickly scurrying to put on a pair of boxers, wanting to get his punishment over with. 'Shut up,' he growls towards Damian. Leaving, he dashes down the same stairs. Raising a fist to knock.

'Come in, Richard.'

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Pleasers

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Tim's well aware that Damian doesn't want to cum. That he doesn't get much pleasure from an orgasm. It wasn't the main goal of sex for him. Viewing sexual acts as a way to bond with his partner. He wanted to make them feel good. But they hadn't discussed it yet, how it would affect their sex life.

Brushing it off to the side, Damian was here, laying on his stomach. His face buried in the pillows as Tim eats him out. Moaning around his fat pussy as his tongue focused in on Damian's clit.

'Taste so god damn delicious, Dami.' Tim's hands spread his ass cheeks apart to give him more access to his precious hole. Damian had been so sleepy when they started, on the verge of unconsciousness. Pushing Tim's head away so he could roll over and change positions.

Having Tim sit with his back against the headboard. Damian straddling him, reached back to grab Tim's dick by the base. Emitting a heavy groan as he fed it gently into his hole. Hands holding onto Tim's broad shoulders as he slides down, inch by inch.

'No--no, let me do all the work. Just sit there and look pretty,' Damian tells Tim as he tried to guide Damian's hips. Following that instruction as he knows Damian would've swatted his hands away if he was more awake. Rolling his hips, his hands trailed down to Tim's abs. Tim swore at how good the younger man's warm, gummy walls felt squeezing his shaft.

Damian lightly tapped his cheek, 'hey, eyes on me. need to see those eyes.' Hoping his thigh muscles wouldn't give out on him as he began to heave himself up before dropping himself back down on Tim's shaft. 'There's those pretty blues,' his voice carried a sense of faux-pity to it. Dragging his thumb against Tim's soft bottom lip, Damian felt Tim pull it into his mouth. Suckling against it.

'Gonna fill me up? Think you're up for the challenge?' Noting how glazed over Tim's eyes were. How they were watching Damian's lithe body move like a hawk; stealing so much pleasure from him. Slowly undoing him.

Damian's hair stuck to his forehead with sweat as he picked up the pace. Tim's noises devolved into whimpers and whines, nodding to Damian's question. 'Words, baby.'

'Yes! God, please, let me cum.' Tim had been holding it back for some time now. Having been on the brink since munching on Damian's sweet cunt. 'Now, was that so hard? Go ahead, make a mess.' Grabbing Tim's hair, Damian exposed the older man's neck so he could suck hickies into the skin. Free hand shooting up to squeeze his pecs. Anything he could to make Tim spill over the edge.

'That's it. There you go, there you go,' Damian softly cooed into Tim's ear as he felt the older man's dick twitch and release shots of warm cum into him. Bowing inward, Tim buried his head into Damian's shoulder. The younger man gently circling his hips, helping Tim ride out his high.

As Damian removed Tim's dick from his cunt, Tim curled around him. 'You didn't cum.' The topic coming to the forefront somewhat.

'Don't need to. Not this time...I had fun helping you. Still felt good.'

'So you're satisfied?'

'Very. Let me clean us up and then we'll go to sleep,' giving no room to argue as he got up from the bed.

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Me towards Jason Todd

Source; insta