#literally weeks ago my bad

[rebelspykatie]

Rushin' through me like a fire - A Steddie Club AU

AO3 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

It was probably a bad idea to come here without Robin. The only time he’s ever stepped foot through those doors is with her by his side. Hellfire has become their local hangout, where they go after a long day at work, where they go to celebrate after they’ve accomplished something big, where they go to unwind when they need a break from reality. The music’s loud, the drinks are strong, and the crowd is uninhibited and unabashedly gay. Not many places like it in this corner of the world, but it’s a local haven. 

Robin dragged him here during their first year of teaching, both of them needing a break from the monotony and the long unpaid hours of overtime they put in making lesson plans and grading papers. Normally, they come for drinks and dancing, just the two of them. It’s their special thing, as if they weren’t already attached at the hip and living in each other’s pockets.

The space itself is nothing too fancy, just a large room with dark walls. But the owner, whoever they are, has really turned this place into something spectacular. Behind the bar, there’s a display of bottles made to look like flames, all orange and red colored glass set at varying heights backlight by matching twinkling lights. The walls are lined with white neon lighting, running along both the top and bottom of the perimeter of the building. Framed posters from a lot of bands Steve’s never heard of cover the walls, mixed with motifs of flames and more neon lights in the shape of bats and guitars. 

Most of the room is a dance floor, with a DJ up on a raised platform against one wall. The opposite wall is entirely taken up by the bar, always with at least three bartenders in rotation. Disco balls and rainbow flags hang from the ceiling, welcoming anyone to this sacred space. 

On a typical night, Steve and Robin would wander over to the bar first and grab a drink before heading to the dance floor until they’re both sweaty and just tipsy enough to forget their problems. Tonight, Steve feels out of place for the first time. He wasn’t going to come, but Robin has started seeing someone, leaving him alone more nights than he’s used to, their house too quiet without her incessant rambling. 

Steve decided tonight he was going to do something different. Get out of this funk he’s been in. He might also be lonelier than he wants to admit. He gave up on dating a while back, nobody really sparking any kind of intense passion, or only wanting him for his looks. His life is already busy enough without mediocre dates that go nowhere except to his bedroom. Except now that Robin’s preoccupied, he’s realizing that maybe his life isn’t as busy as he thought. 

So here he is, alone, at their favorite bar, sipping a drink on a bar stool, hoping it’ll give him some liquid courage to go out on the dance floor by himself. When an ABBA song comes on, it feels like a sign from the universe. He reluctantly pushes himself away from the bar, draining the last of his drink before scanning the crowd and locking onto a handsome taller man who appears to also be alone. Slinking his way through the crowd, he catches the man’s eye and nods a head towards the dance floor, an open invitation. 

When the man joins him, hands slipping around Steve’s waist as Steve’s slide across his shoulders, it feels like a victory. This guy is really attractive, like surface of the sun hot. He’s got short cropped black hair and a long torso that Steve can see through the tank top that he has practically painted onto his skin, showing every ripple of abs contracting while they dance. His arms aren’t huge, but they are muscular enough that Steve wants to grip them in his hands or see how they bulge if this guy lifted him up. 

As the song ends, Steve gestures towards the bar, a silent question to join him. The guy seems to agree, eyeing Steve up and down with a look that makes his skin buzz. The attention is unfamiliar to him now, too long out of the dating game. Sure, he’s used to eyes following him around a room, he’s not completely unaware of how he looks. But, up close and prolonged contact with someone that looks like they want to slam him against a wall and bite down on his flesh is a distant memory. 

Robin’s favorite bartender, and current girlfriend, is missing from behind the bar. Chrissy had pulled Robin away for a movie night, hence Steve’s current situation. Instead, Gareth comes over to refill Steve’s normal drink and grab something for his companion. He gives Steve an approving little smirk before he turns away to deal with other customers. As a regular, all of the bartenders know Robin and Steve, have their drink of choice memorized. It’s nice to have the familiarity, but there’s a prickle of self consciousness at Gareth judging who Steve might potentially take home at night. 

He tries not to let that get in the way of chatting up this stranger, who Steve quickly finds out is named Austin. It’s barely been ten minutes before Austin is leaning into his space and mouthing at his neck, cutting off Steve’s current train of thought. It shocks him so much that he pushes Austin’s shoulder to make him back up. 

“What the fuck, man?” Austin says, giving him a dirty look. “I thought you were into this.”

“We barely even know each other,” Steve points out, waving a hand between them like he’s the only one to realize they don’t even know each other’s last names. 

“You’re hot. I don’t need to know anything else.” A quick sweeping glance that makes his skin crawl.

Steve shuts down at that all too familiar feeling of being used. This guy doesn’t care about who Steve is, he just wants what everyone else he’s ever slept with wants, his body. 

AO3 | Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

[pissfartboy]

no way they broke bad 😨

[welcometogrouchland]

(ID in alt) I literally said I was gonna post this month's ago and then never had the wherewithal to describe it and so I didn't Lmao (said with pain). But since I'm thinking of opening my commissions I figured I should remind ppl that I. Yknow. Can draw.

Lots of Steph here (I had major art block making all of these and my brain worms for her kept me going) + some sprinkles of stephcass for Cass nation to enjoy!

[anawrites3]

public or semipublic sex for sladick? bonus points if a bat or titan witness/almost witness

Thank you for your prompt! Sladick semipublic sex

Slade’s body covered him so completely that Dick was sure if not for the muffled groans and whimpers or the unmistakable way Slade’s hips were moving while fucking into him, no one would even know what’s going on.

They were in one of the long hallways of Titan Tower, Slade with his pants lowered just enough and Dick with his own pooled on the floor around one foot. His other leg was resting on the crook of Slade’s elbow to make the angle better for them both and Dick whined loudly into Slade’s palm at every delicious roll of those hips.

Dick didn’t want to come just yet, no, he wanted to drag it out even when he knew he shouldn’t. But he was already so close, from the thought alone of the image they made – Dick in his sweats while Slade was dressed in his full Deathstroke regalia sans the mask, pressing Dick into the wall and covering his mouth to muffle all the sounds and make sure no one would hear them.

And Dick knew it was wrong but he was so turned on by the thought of his friends being just behind the wall while he was getting absolutely railed by Deathstroke the Terminator that he had to wrap his fingers around the base of his cock to stop himself from coming too soon.

He could feel Slade’s lips against his throat as the man smirked, his hips not stopping even for one second. His beard scratched at Dick’s jaw as he hitched him up higher, finding Dick’s prostate with the accuracy of a man that did it hundred times already and Dick wailed into the calloused palm that pressed against his mouth.

“Did you guys hear that?” Came a muffled voice through the common room doors and Slade slowed his thrusts to lazy grinding while the Titans listened for any weird sounds.

Dick glared at the man, harsh pants coming out of his nose and dancing against Slade’s hand but Slade just smirked again. He moved his lips higher, pressing kisses to Dick’s nose and forehead in an almost fond manner as he fucked him slowly now. Dick tugged at his hair but all Slade did was hiss softly with his grin even bigger.

“I don’t hear anything.” It was Roy’s voice and Dick could clearly picture the way he shrugged, lounging on the couch. He only felt a little bad because of it, too busy to let the emotions get to him.

“Oh, that’s a great scene! Turn the sound back on!”

The moment the television got unmuted, Slade slammed back into Dick, making him see stars. He moaned loudly into Slade’s palm, thankful for the way it concealed most of his sounds. For a moment there was nothing else but Slade and the pleasure he pushed into Dick and the little grunts he made into Dick’s skin.

“Slade-” Dick whined and Slade was a cruel man but he wasn’t this cruel and he curled his fingers around Dick’s cock to stroke him in time with his powerful thrusts.

It barely took a few seconds before Dick was coming, gasping into his own hand now that Slade’s was busy. His release pained over the man’s fingers and his own t-shirt but he didn’t paid it any attention as Slade didn’t stop moving his hand, making sure he got everything out and then stroking him still, turning the pleasure into too much, too much-

“Wait-” He tried, pushing the words into his hand as he didn’t trust himself to stay quiet. “Slade, I can’t-”

“You can. Just a bit more, little bird.” Slade murmured right into his ear, still fucking him with all the strength of a super soldier. “You feel so good, sweetheart.”

And Dick could only moan again and pull Slade closer as the man snapped his hips a few more times before coming deep inside him. He groaned into Dick’s neck, quiet and weak compared to the sounds Dick made and Dick wouldn’t have it any other way as he ran his fingers through Slade’s hair.

It was a ponytail some time ago, before Dick got his hands on it and made the long strands rest against Slade’s shoulders in a messy disarray.

“Mm, that was nice.” He hummed, laughing at the deadpanned look Slade sent him.

“Nice.” The man echoed, as if the word was the worst insult he had ever heard. Dick pressed his lips together to stop himself from cackling. “I fuck you so hard you almost start screaming and you say it was nice.”

“It was very nice.” He offered with a grin.

Slade rolled his eye and pulled Dick closer to muffle the kid’s laughter on his lips.

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maybe I'll turn it into something bigger one day because I wanted to write about one of the Titans walking out of the room and almost seeing them but well it didn't work out lmao, it's just a short form to cope with life so maybe i'll play with it some more later

oh and maybe it's a good time to drop my ko-fi link. We learned recently that we need to do some renovation so please consider tipping me <3 No pressure of course but it would mean the world to me <33

You can find my ko-fi right here

[xxplastic-cubexx]

on the absolute highest of keys james mcavoy does pull off bald charles really well and i wish we got another movie with bald james mcavoy

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Creator: Mm, art block. What to do...?

Creator: What do you think, wackus bonkus?

"Wackus Bonkus" (Hand): make angst

Creator: ohh, you naughty wackus bonkus

[moregraceful]

max and i are closing in on launching [redacted sports rpf charity fest] and i am once again pondering how do i write "experience with writing form emails and manipulating google forms in ways no one has dreamed of" in a cover letter without saying "i did it for the rpf grind"...like there's no way unless everyone in this microsoft teams meeting gets really cool about a bunch of stuff really quickly. you know

[shima-draws]

Happy New Year to me, I have Covid :)))))

[valyrfia]

i'm like n1 lecfosa but i have to say some of the anons i've seen in other people's inboxes because they think that charles could've driven better today or that carlos deserved the win....have not been it. if you have an opinion to say, please just post it on your own blog and put your own name to it rather than going to terrorise and spit on someone who doesn't agree with you while retaining the luxury of hiding behind an anonymous icon. or even better, if you're upset, stick to the blogs that you know share your opinions.

[pennedinblood]

as of ten minutes ago we are officially Jobless™️. my sign to retire early and devote the remainder of my existence to writing toxic old man yaoi

[rutadales]

people who participate in hate-fandoms need to get an actual hobby I'm so serious 😭 not to be a hater but for the love of God log off. genuinely humiliating to be spending that much time caring about something that makes you so miserable that is ultimately so meaningless

[heartual]

had such a good experience with surgery today i can’t even fully explain

[skoulsons]

Ellie’s heart grows seventy-five sizes when she sees Joel smile with that toothy smile and it’s at her. He’s smiling at her

Maybe she told a really stupid joke. Maybe her face lights up after eating ice cream. Maybe she woke up and dragged her half asleep and blanket wrapped body downstairs while his her shirt is wrinkled, eyes half closed, and hair strewn every direction except down

And he smiles. He smiles like they don’t live in the apocalypse. He smiles like they haven’t suffered so many losses in their journey. He smiles like a kid on Christmas, eyeing all the presents under the tree. He smiles like the single father he is, just happy to be in the moment with his baby girl

And it makes her smile, too. To see such an expression on his face. The way the corners of his eyes crinkle and his cheeks form around the width of his smile. How his teeth are aligned and his nose scrunches just slightly. To see him look at her in such a way that is damn near overwhelming to her because no one has ever looked at her like that

It hurts her heart, but in the best way possible.

Asshole!

Why the hell are we smuggling an infected girl?

You’re cargo.

You’re not my daughter. And I sure as hell ain’t your dad.

Some days she doubts him and that look in his eye. She thinks that maybe what he’s told her in the past is still true. That he still wants her gone

But when Joel looks at her like she’s hung every star in his sky, it’s easy for those doubts to fall away

[crabussy]

god I forgot how much staring at a screen for all my waking hours fucks me up and makes me miserable

[i-crav3-blo0d]

Going absolutely feral

[robinsnest2111]

just 400 more boops and the black paw will be mine!!!!!! (trying to distract myself from new family drama)