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[intearsaboutrobots]

i think everyone should be grateful i don't have time to write rn bc every idea im having is: a) fucked up b) angsty c) horny but in the weirdest way possible (pick at least 2)

[elareine]

God, why was Gotham so cold? The wind alone was enough to make Dick dream of tropical islands or literal volcanoes, not to mention the sleet and the thick layer of clouds. Even a hot shower wasn't enough to warm him up after patrol. Maybe some soup? He grabbed a sweatshirt from the closet (not many left, time for laundry, ooops) and pulled it over his head on the way to the kitchen. He'd frozen a batch of chicken noodle soup last month that would be perfect for a night like this. Already the soft wool of the sweatshirt, thoughts of a hot meal, and the smell of home were soothing him, warming him—

Dick froze.

Yeah, the sweatshirt smelled good. Too good. Looking down confirmed it: the shirt was a shade of red Dick had never worn before Jason.

Jason. Who wasn't here. But his sweatshirt was.

Dick didn't remember how it came to be in his closet—no, he did. They'd run into each other during patrol, back in the early days when everything was new and exciting. So exciting that they'd fucked on the rooftop, in fact, Jason holding him up against a wall and kissing him as if oxygen and secret identities didn't matter.

Round two had taken place at Jason's place, Jason sweetly pliant under Dick's mouth. After that, well, it had been a bit too bright outside to go home in his Nightwing garb, so Jason had thrown some clothes at Dick before making him breakfast. Dick rather thought the sweatshirt had been in that pile.

Or maybe it hadn't. Dick had stolen Jason's clothing countless times, after all, loving the look in the other man's eyes when he wore them. Jason had rarely felt secure enough in their relationship to be possessive, but when he was... fingers on his hips, hands pulling him close, a mark left high enough for everyone to see...

Dick gently tilted his head against the wall and sighed. Jesus. He had to stop this. All of this. The pining and the working-as-distraction and the wanting-no-other-partner and the dreams and the emptiness.

The worst thing was. The worst thing—it was how Dick couldn't stop checking his phone, even now. He knew that Jason wouldn't call. He knew. The younger man was too much of a coward, and so was Dick, no matter how often he wrote and erased a message. They'd let each other go, after all.

He didn't even want Jason to reach out, not really, not in the part of his brain that knew it was over and that that was a good thing.

Dick pushed himself off the wall and determinedly walked to the kitchen. Soup. And sleep. This shitty fucking moment would pass. And the next, too. And the next. And there would be more space between them, more room to breathe. Eventually, Dick would feel whole again. He had to believe that.

But goddammit, he hadn't known it was possible to miss someone so fucking much.

Drabble Song Challenge 13/50: Vermissen [to miss] - Juju ft. Henning May

[space-kitten-606]

Then imagine, a trashbag dress. On Saeyoung. And I'll leave the rest to Mr Kopfkino lol

HE’LL LOOK AMAZING

Zen can go the F U C K home

[nautiscarader]

Oat and Hay, Claudia/Callum/Rayla, E

(Ao3)

another drabble inspired by El_Heffe’s comments, NSFZ (not safe for Zim)

There is an old children nursery rhyme in Katolis, about a donkey put between a pile of oat and a pile of hay, who couldn't decide which one to eat first, resulting in it getting starved to death. Callum definitely felt like that metaphor of indecisiveness, when he was cornered and confronted by two older girls, eager to settle their dispute once and for all.

And both of them had very strong arguments to convince him. Claudia, the quirky brunette Callum knew since childhood, was kissing him, with her now-naked chest pressed against his, allowing him to fell her voluptuous breasts he so far could only dream about. And if Claudia's kiss hasn't made him light-headed from the lack of oxygen, the the sight of Rayla undoing her clothes as well and shoving her back against his crotch would have certainly done so.

A grimace on the moonshadow elf's signified that Rayla was not particularly happy from the fact that Claudia has snatched Callum's lips first, but she had something better. With a sharp move, she reached her blade, cut off the binding of her underwear, and the very next moment, when she pressed her backside to Callum, the young man could feel exactly how ready Raylla has been the whole time, and judging from the moans spilling from her mouth, she must have felt him too.

But the girls were more in control of him than he thought. Claudia grabbed his left arm and shoved it between her legs, making Callum feel the heat and wetness their long make-out session has produced. Rayla, in slightly less gentle fashion grabbed his right one and forced him to caress her breasts, which, though definitely smaller than Claudia's, seemed to be equally sensitive. Strangely enough, though the girls certainly didn't look eye-to-eye, in this one moment, the two definitely seemed to cooperate, sharing their boyfriend. With Claudia lying on her side, Callum also could have sworn that he spotted Rayla trying to sneak her hand between her legs too, but she was too absorbed bouncing up and down on his cock, now engulfed completely by her soaking folds.

With his mouth kissing Claudia's bosom, his hands working tirelessly to stimulate his two ladies, and the sight of Rayla's ass, it wasn't long until Callum's body begun writhing and squirming under the oncoming climax. Catching the last gasp of air, Callum cried their names out, and for the first time since their night begun, he found he was able to move his body freely, just when he sat up, covered in sweat, realising where he has been the entire time.

Startled by his cry, Claudia and Rayla woke up as well, both ready to defend their camp. It took Callum a moment to assure them he was just having a dream, and that he would be fine, he just had to sit in quiet for a while. Only when both women have gone back to sleep, he was ready to lie down again, hoping neither of them has noticed the sudden bulge in his pants. A wave of all-too-familiar guilt swept over him, and in his mind, he kept repeating himself that they are his friends, he shouldn't be having such fantasies about them at all!

But those thoughts returned when he tried turning to his side: on his right, Claudia slept facing him, the cleavage in her dress leaving very little to imagine about her bosom, and when turned to his left one, the grey material covering Rayla's ass reflected enough light that she might as well be mooning him.

The young adult rolled to his back, and sighed, simultaneously cursing and praising the difficult age he's been going through, hoping to revisit his dream.

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From: nsfz

To: notshort-verticallychallenged

Message: Here’s Creek in Stick of Truth! Thanks for giving me the chance to draw this~ I hope you like it!

[heisenbutch]

Can somebody here fucking explain to me what makes a picture of two women together during Pride 'sensitive' content??

[sofarsogoodsowhat]

Nsfz not safe for zestan

NOT SAFE FOR ZESTAN

[intearsaboutrobots]

A cmjf body horror au :)))))))) maybe Max finds a puzzle box and is offered a world of twisted pleasures by Punk-cenobite in Hellraiser style :))))))

send me an AU and i’ll give five headcanons for it

this is going to be less organised than actual headcanons i think but i am definitely vibrating abt this

max is absolutely the type to be a dumbass like frank who opens the box bc hes like "wow theres going to be hot people in the other dimension to have sex w" and hes not going to actually think thru meaning of like. hell/heaven dimension of pain and pleasure indivisible. babygirl some of that pain's gonna be yours!!!

punk totally got knockoff-cenobite-ed by raven 😳😳😳

i want to add that maybe ravens fucked up body horror design would include SOME kind of fleshy gory wings?? either whatever han.nibal episode one had going on or like, some kind of flaying thing. yk how it si

im envisioning... i don't think cenobites are like, in general, big on personality on a human scale bc they've so pushed themselves past the brink of experience. so maybe punk should still be early/ier in the process of becoming a cenobite - definitely pushing his look towards the extreme body modifications we've seen but he still has his personality. bunch of piercings hfsldfhs i don't have a more interesting idea yet but i think its neat if hes still In Process. also i think that means if he doesn't have full powers or whatever this has to be more of an extended "seduction" where he has to actually get max to agree

i literally dont remember if i got this idea from hellbound? or if i just dreamed it? but i feel like there was an implication of like, a moment of kirsty aligning with sadism and that like, also aligning her w the cenobites/being a win for them bc like, their domain is sadomasochism (an alternate title of the film was "sadomasochists from beyond the grave!")! that's a long way to say that i think punk is an incorrigible masochistic freak and max should get to use that a bit. give him a fun new piercing or smth <333

[elareine]

I'm so excited to see you taking prompts again! Can we please get #51 for JayDick? 🙏

Of course! 💙

“This isn’t about Bruce.”

“Of course it is!” Dick snaps. “It always is with you.”

No, it’s fucking not. It hasn’t been for years now. If Bruce was all that tied Jason to Gotham—if he was the one whose approval Jason seeks, whose love he wants, whose pain he wants to bear—Jason would’ve left years ago.

“Right, so I’m supposed to just be happy when you go undercover for two weeks and don’t even bother leaving a note?”

Dick crosses his arms. Normally, Jason would tell him not to do that ’cause it’s gonna rip open the glue currently holding his shoulder together. “Okay, that wasn’t a great move, but you don’t have to lose your shit over it!”

“So I’m not allowed to be angry at all anymore?” Jason is not that person anymore. He’s not. He thought Dick knew that. “Which do you want, Dick, a boyfriend or lapdog?”  

“That’s not what I said! Stop twisting my words.” Dick throws his hands up. It would be amusing if Jason weren’t so tired.

“I think I’m going to leave.”

Dick looks thrown for the first time in this conversation. Good. “Leave, like—”

“Just for the day,” he says and doesn’t know if he’s lying. There’s plenty of people he can hide out with. Or, honestly, any of his safehouses will do. Dick doesn’t actually know all of them even if he thinks he does.

Dick nods. “Fine.” And yeah, it’s bitter enough to suggest that Dick doesn’t actually want him to leave, but that’s not enough anymore.

Jason wants Dick to choose him. Even when it’s difficult. Even when it sucks. Because Jason chose Dick, chose him so fucking long ago.

Maybe it’s time to stop.

Even so, he can’t not hesitate. Has to give Dick a few more seconds to object. To sit down with him and actually listen, not just argue.

Dick stares at him, dare written in his eyes as clear as day.

Yeah. Jason is real tired.

He turns, grabs his jacket, doesn’t take his keys from the board. His uniform is downstairs—no need to bring that. Or clothes for that matter. He’s got plenty of spares stashed around the city.

One step. The door’s open, the air outside fresh and cold. Just what he needs.

Another step. Jason’s almost gone. He’s so ready to be gone.

A hand fastens around his elbow, gripping tight enough to bruise. “Please. Wait.”

[radioluminous]

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won’t it satisfy your hunger >:T

not if he’s not here, hun

[satanswolfcut]

I just drew myself with anime titties....

[nautiscarader]

Claudia’s potion 

Callum x Claudia, E, very E, definitely E, 0.5k,  NSFZ (not safe for Zim)

(Ao3)

A quick drabble inspired by El_heffe’s comments on my previous fic. As usual, characters are adult, in an established relationship, blah, blah, blah.

Also hi new people who will find me and my “works” through this post. You can find everything on Ao3 and here. You will need holy water.

Claudia's sing-song voice would usually calm Callum down, but as her lips and mouth vibrated around him, the now-adult prince found it more and more difficult to keep his desires at bay. His girlfriend had the same problem; she'd love to continue her oral caresses, perhaps just to test how long can she tease him until he'd give in and ram his cock into her mouth, and spill himself into her belly. As the years went by, she indulged more and more in one her favourite fetish, but sadly, today she knew she will have to end it prematurely.

His trembling knees and legs, as well as his quickened breathing gave her the signal to end the first phase of their date night. She looked up at him, their eyes met, and the divine sight of Claudia in her revealing lingerie, sitting between his legs in the most submissive of poses pushed him over the edge, but she was already prepared for it. In a split of a second, she let go of him and substituted her mouth with a vial, at the same moment when Callum cried her name, emptying his lungs, as well as his balls.

Claudia couldn't help but marvel at the voluminous streams of thick, white liquid hitting the bottom of the glass and mixing with the rest of the ingredients. With her hand on his manhood, she made sure that she milked him of all of young, virile cum. Not because the contraceptive potion needed it - just one drop of one's lover would have sufficed - but ever since the two crossed the borders of intimacy Claudia seemed to have develop a peculiar appetite for his younger boyfriend's seed, which improved the potion's taste magnificently.

She capped the bottle with her thumb, shook it a few times, watching as the liquid inside mixes, and she proceeded to give Callum one last, and the most erotic part of their foreplay. She stuck her tongue out and tilted the vile, letting the gooey, thick mixture drip into her mouth. The same moans that a moment ago drove Callum to his edge now escaped her throat again, this time joined with unmistakable, guttural murmurs of satisfaction when Callum's familiar taste and smell reached her palate.

When the very last drop of the mixture landed on her tongue, Claudia leaned and showed her lover the liquid collected in her mouth, swished her tongue back and fourth a few times, and in one go gulped down the salty, musky and potent drink, which ironically would ensure he would be able to spill as much of himself inside her without any consequences. Claudia hopped onto the bed, and was not surprised to see that her magic worked again, and Callum was ready to give her a taste of his.

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Hello, I’m @derpyhanie, here’s the submission for my giftee @nsfz, have a good day.

[intearsaboutrobots]

a medical professional told me hed "never heard anything like this" during my intake today <3

[radioluminous]

☕️ size matters (to put this in the most sfw way djdkfkfkfk)

Are we talking about dicks? Cause it really doesn’t fucking matter as long as you can find a clit lol#nsfw #nsfz