#those god forsaken pants

[faceeeeee]

I forgot to post this rendered piece of frye- It's a continuation of my other rendered drawing of shiver that I only posted on Instagram because I forget my Tumblr account even exists.

[wing-hero]

*gives him floofy wings*

[baurbiediv]

silk press

rafe cameron x black!gf

content warning: smut (wrap b4 u tap) use of “mama” like twice, go read the rest, i don���t wanna spoil it pookie

authors update: yooo, this shit is NOT proofread, if you see any mistakes mind your businesssss!!! 😭😭 mdni!!

the sound of drake’s ‘cameras/good ones do interlude’ could be heard over the sounds of heavy panting, the smell of weed filling the air along with your soft whimpering, “r-rafe.. s-stop you’re gonna mess up my h-hair-“ you breathed out, hand faintly tapping on his lower stomach. but before another word could escape your lips, rafe grabbed your chin, shutting you up.

“move your hand away from my stomach or i’ll stop.” you quickly moved your hand as you gripped onto his arm for dear life. so now here you were, getting your shit pounded in cause someone couldn’t control himself, it amazed you how this man had you folded in half like a pretzel, your legs were almost pressed into your chest, knees shy of being able to touch your chest thanks to rafe’s big hands, his nails digging into the skin on your thighs. rafe pushed your dress further up your stomach, wanting nothing more than to be closer to you.

but what what more could this man have possibly wanted? he was balls deep inside of his beautiful girlfriend, watching her eyes threaten to roll to the back of her head, the small necklace he bought you with his initial ‘r’ studded in diamonds, placed perfectly on your chest, just the sight of that had his dick growing hard inside of you. rafe’s hand snakes down and pressed down onto your stomach, causing a loud moan to rip from your lips, rafe’s arm just seemingly wasn’t enough for you, he was quite literally fucking you dumb. his hips ramming into the plush of your ass. “you feel me right there?” he asked as he grabbed your hand, pressing your hand down on the bulge. thank god for this empty lot covered in trees or this would’ve been a real nasty sight to see. rafe’s blacked out jeep with the passenger door open, your feet sitting pretty on his shoulders, his hand holding the nape of your neck, a mix your cum and his from previous orgasm spilling out of you and creating a sticky white ring around the base of his dick.

rafe kept an arm extended around the nape of your neck, keeping your head upright. he loved when he had you like this, melting under his touch. “hey,” he said, snapping his fingers in front of your face. your eyes were threatening to close on him as you felt the tip of your orgasm on your tongue, “i need you to keep those pretty brown eyes on me mama, you hear me?” you nodded, as you did your best to keep your eyes open just like he asked you to, but of course he made that impossible, because you felt the calloused fingertips of his ring and middle finger rubbing on your swollen clit. your mouth fell open as he caught notice of this “shhh, i got you, i got you.” he whispered as he leaned in closer to you, opening your legs wider, allowing him to shove his dick deeper into you. his fingers sped up on the swollen bud, not letting up.

your moans progressively getting louder and louder, the only way of shutting you up was rafe lightly squeezing your neck, his lips ghosting yours, “if you make one loud fucking noise, you risk getting us caught, you don’t want that do you?” he asked, you shook your head almost instantly, you really did try your hardest to pay attention to what he was telling you, but you couldn’t. he looked so good, sweat covering his forehead, neck and chest. his gold chain resting nicely on his chest as it shined under the dim light of the car, along with that god forsaken black tank top, but you nodded along to his words not thinking anything of it, your legs started shaking, your stomach feeling funny.

rafe’s dick was hitting all the right places, he had your your toes curling, “s-shit rafe s-low downn!!” you squeaked out, his movements never halting, “i-i’m gonna c-cum!!” you arched your back off the seat, rafe smirking, “i got you, come on.” he said, rubbing your clit faster, applying more pressure. your hand flew to his stomach as your juices splurted over his fingers, his abs and lower stomach and dick. your body fell back against the seat, your thighs feeling sticky, “hey that was cute and all but i’m still not done.” rafe mutters before pulling out of you, you whine from the lost contact, and before you know it he’s pulling your legs further out of the car and flipping you over onto your stomach, “r-rafe baby there’s no room-“, you were cut off before rafe’s pushing his dick back into your sensitive pussy, his left hand pushed down on your back to deepen your arch as much as he could while his right hand made its way back to your hair, “i don’t care,” he moaned loudly pushing your head further down into the seat, the sound of your ass clapping against his stomach has rafe’s head going crazy.

you poorly attempted to cover your mouth, whines slipping out occasionally, this all he wanted. you placed your hand on the console for support. this was all he ever wanted, he was able to fuck his pretty girl, y/n, and he in fact he believed she was prettiest girl on kildare and he knew he wanted you the minute he spotted you at the country club with your family. and what happened? he got exactly what he wanted, he was a smooth talker and he talked his way right a relationship with you, and this was the outcome.

your hand of course made its way back to his stomach, this time removing his hand from your head and pinning your wrist down onto your back, your whimpers grew louder, “rafe, it’s t-too muchhhhh” you whined, “that’s okay, you can do it, i-i’m close..” he groaned loudly, hearing him panting behind you, his hips hitting harder and deeper, you felt the familiar feeling of your pussy squeezing around him. “where do you want me?” he breathed, squeezing the skin of your hips, your overstimulation pushing both you and rafe to the edge. “inside p-please,” you whimpered out feeling hot spurts of his cum shoot inside your pussy. rafe pulled out of you, your hips jerked and your legs shook a little. he pulled his boxers and nike sweats back up as he presses a kiss against your lips before smiling. he closed your car door before making his way to the passenger side. you slowly closed your legs as you sat up looking for your black thong, “first you fuck up my silk press then you steal my thong??” you huff.

“‘m sorry baby, i’ll pay for you to get your hair done again and who cares about that stupid thong, i’ll buy you 10 more, how does that sound?” he looked over at you, as he sat back in his seat. your arms were crossed but you couldn’t help the smile that was evident on your face.

he leaned over the console, “gimmie a kiss.”

he said, you obliged and leaned over and kissed his lips.

“i love you y/n.” “i love you more rafey.”

did you guys miss me?? 😏

[sstan-hoe]

𝑷𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒊

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — actor!aemond targaryen × fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — life with aemond is always risky...but not just because of his status in society. No, more because he likes doing risky activities...

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — smut, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, getting caught, public sex

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — well, what more can I say besides the fact, that the new trailers awaked something in me? Team black forever, I'll just take aemond as a prisoner

A happy sigh left your mouth as you leaned your back against Aemond while his fingertips graced along your arms.

He had found a cinema with the opportunity to watch a movie while laying comfortably in your seat and god was it amazing.

And another plus point, the cinema was rather outside the city and as a result not as crowded, meaning no paparazzi or fans were around.

You and Aemond were in the last row, giving your man enough privacy to trail his hand from your arm down to your sweats. “Aemond!” You whisper-shouted trying to slap his hand away but instead he gripped your wrist with his free hand, caging you in between his arms.

“Come on love, live a little…” He chuckled, his lips lightly gazing your cheek.

You rolled your eyes at his words, Aemond lived for those risky sex moments. While you did enjoy them, you often come too close to getting caught.

“Aemond, we almost got caught last time!” You complained as his finger slipped into your panties, and that gods forsaken pussy of your betrayed you once again by getting wet just from his voice.

“Quite a tone you have there...you are really serious huh?” He asked with amusement dripping from his voice.

“You’re soaked for me, my little whore is turned on by getting caught,” Aemond drags his fingers through your folds, rubbing your clit gently. A whimper left your lips as he put pressure into his movements.

Suddenly a white light filled the cinema and it surly wasn’t the movie.

Aemond looked around, his eye scanned his right side and locked with the ones of a paparazzi. The actors face was filled with rage, he pulled his hand away from you and gently pushed you to the side.

“What the actual fuck man? How much of a perv do you have to be, taking a photo of my girl and I? You better get your ass out of here before you don't feel your face anymore, sick fuck!” He yelled at the paparazzi who scrambled out of the theatre.

“Come on, we’re leaving and tomorrow we will go to the police, and I will call my agent.” Aemond promised you softly, taking your hand to help you stand up.

Tears threatened to leave your eyes as you walked out of the cinema. A crowd of paparazzi were waiting outside, all of them making photos of Aemond and you. “Shut those fucking cameras off!” the blonde snapped at one of them who held the camera close to your face.

You could hear them ask questions, but you didn’t know what they said, too focused on getting out of there.

When you were finally inside the car you took a deep breath, though your exhaling was shaky. Aemind grabbed your hand giving it a gently squeeze before starting the engine, “we will be home any second love, I promise,” he whispered while stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

You nodded at him to let him know that you were listening. He always wanted to here you say that you were with him in situations like this, however at the moment was all you could offer him.

The car came to a stop in front of your apartment, Aemond walked over to your side and opened the door for you helping you out of the car. “I’m gonna make you a hot chocolate, how does that sound?”

His thumb graced over your cheekbone as he smiled at you. You didn’t answer his question, instead you slowly realized what happened. “They saw us…that man took a photo of us, while you had you hand in my pants…oh god they caught us! What are we going to do?”

“Tomorrow I will go to the police, make an indication, call my agent and we will sue them yeah?”

“But what if they use it against us? I don’t believe it's allowed to do that,” your eyes were filled with fright as your mind imagined all the possibilities, on how this could be used against you.

“Maybe, but what that man did was far worse than our little adventure and even if they use it against us do you know how many people are on our side? Aegon, Rhaenyra, Daemon, Haelena and those were only a few!” He tried to reassure. You wanted to believe him so bad but a voice in your head told you the oppisite.

“And they won’t think I’m a…slut?” “Oh, god my love no! You are not a slut, it was my fault we got caught, okay? I made you do this, it's all my fault.”

His large rough, but gentle hands cupped your cheeks as the tears you tried to hold back streamed down your face. Aemond lead you to the couch and brought a tissue up to your cheeks, drying your tears.

“It's you and me against the world, yeah? We did that and it was okay, you are not a slut, and that man is a sick perv who will get at least liberty punishment and with our lawyer he will end up in prison.”

The tears slowly stopped, your vision was still blurry, but you could make out how Aemond looked at you, with so much love and care. “I love you and I’m sorry we got caught my beautiful girl,” he whispered against your lips.

“I love you too,” you replied sealing your lips in a soft, slow kiss that was filled with passion.

“I’m going to make sure that paparazzi gets what he deserves,” Aemond promised you as he carefully pulled away from your soft lips, giving you one last kiss before he stood up.

“Hot chocolate?” “With marsh-“ “Marshmallows I know,” he gave you a cute smile before vanishing in the kitchen.

He knew that by tomorrow the whole internet would be flooded with the picture, but with you by his side he knew that he could go through hell and back, with smile as if you just told him, you loved him.

[covetyou]

first steps

ao3 ⋆ main masterlist ⋆ series masterlist part one ⋆ part two ⋆ part three

pairing: cuck!Joel x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: cuckolding, daddy kink, unprotected PIV, creampie, cuddle!fucking!, kinda premature ejaculation, praise kink, pet names, reader gets a brief foot rub, mention of male OC, ddlg vibes, established relationship. word count: 3.6k summary: You can't get thoughts of him out of your head, and Joel does nothing (or everything?) to help matters.

A/N: this takes place at the start of cuck!Joel's adventures in being cucked. they're on a journey of self discovery here folks. I daresay this is almost sweet and soft. look at me go. I'm growing as a person. follow @covetedfics and turn notifications on for updates on future work

You're in bed already; teeth brushed, washed up, and those god forsaken shoes off of your aching feet, waiting for Joel and his promised foot rub. It had been a long day, and an even longer evening, made longer still by the ache cramping your toes.

You huff to yourself - patience not being your strong suit when it came to Joel - and throw yourself back into the pillows. You were quite happily getting handsy downstairs, palming his erection through his dress pants when his phone had rang. At 11pm on a Friday. You'd rolled your eyes at him, pulling away as he swatted at your ass. It was a work call he said. He had to take it.

"I'll be up as soon as I can, baby," he called after you, and you had stuck out your tongue at him before disappearing up the stairs, shoes in hand.

It was okay, you figured. You'd spent the best part of the night mildly tormented. A few more minutes wouldn't hurt. From the moment you'd got to Joel's house that evening, he'd been touching you, whispering praise, telling you how beautiful you looked and how he wanted to just take you right there and then but sorry baby, we gotta get goin'. That hadn't stopped him sliding a hand up your thigh and dancing his fingertips across the front of your panties for the entire ride to the venue. By the time you got there, you were dripping and ready to come, but he had simply extracted his hand and got out of the car, leaving you hot and bothered and alone in the passenger seat.

And it hadn't got much better from there. Joel was making his way around the room, introducing you with a look in his eye that made you weak at the knees. You'd never known someone to be so proud to know you, so keen to show you off, before you'd met Joel. His hand would slide protectively up your back, drawing goosebumps across your flesh, or lightly ghost over your ass, whispering promises of later in your ear. He pressed endless kisses to your temple, and more than once you had to fight the supernova in your chest from exploding outward, flinging yourself at him with the force of it, and begging him to take you home as you wept into his mouth.

But then he'd introduced you to him. A contractor who he'd picked up on their latest job. He was shorter than Joel, and well dressed with dark hair and pristine shoes. You remember the shoes well - you'd focused on them for a long time, unable to keep looking at his face for fear of the heat that would spread to yours.

"This is my girl. Told you about her," Joel introduced you, shouting loud over the noise booming from the speakers. He kissed you on the side of the face then, watching you like a hawk as you looked up and smiled sweetly at the beautiful man before you - Andrew, from what you heard Joel say over the music - and choked out a small hello.

Joel took that moment to excuse himself.

"Gonna go get our friend here another drink."

You turned to kissed him square on the mouth before he could stride off, leaving you alone with Andrew, nipples puckering almost painfully beneath the thin material of your dress.

Small talk had been awkward all evening, mostly because you hadn't really wanted to be there, but with Andrew it was anything but. He spoke to you like it was the easiest thing in the world, laughing and joking together like you'd known each other for longer than a few minutes. You were transfixed, talking animatedly as you rested a hand on his arm, making a comment that made him laugh, a deep contagious thing that made your core drip with want. All the while, dark eyes from across a room stare at you, and you don't realize for a second that it's taken much longer than a few minutes to grab a drink.

Joel had known, you were sure of it. Maybe it was your wide eyes, or your shuffling feet played off as just the ache in your toes, but talking to Andrew did something to you, and Joel knew. Finding out he was here alone and would be going home to an empty apartment too was more of a thrill than it should have been. Not that you would be. You'd be going home with Joel, but that made the thought of him all the sweeter.

It's a thought that still lingers with you as you lie here in Joel's bed hours later. You sigh, trailing your fingertips softly up your body, willing Joel to hurry up and finish his phonecall so he can relieve the ache from more than just your feet.

And that's just how he finds you a few minutes later. Caressing your own soft flesh beneath crisp sheets, caught in a fantasy of a shapeshifting man.

"Sorry baby, was Tommy. Security called him in for a late delivery, ruined his date." You open your eyes, not realizing you'd even closed them, and look up at him with a soft smile. The shapeshift man is clear as day now, no longer shifting between the men that could be, but staying firmly as one that is right in front of you. Fuck, do you want him.

His back is to you tugging his shirt from his arms, revealing broad shoulders and his soft belly as he turns. He spots your hands moving beneath the sheets you'd tucked yourself into, unable to keep them still even now that he's here.

"Gettin' started without me?" he asks, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"You were taking too long," you say, dragging your fingertips across the swell of your breasts and up your neck into a lazy stretch.

Reaching for your outstretched leg, he pulls your foot from its confines, making you yelp and giggle as he tugs you down the bed. He did promise you a foot rub. Strong thumbs push into your arch, rubbing there, making your foot flex, the ache in your sole abating just a little with each slow rotation. You groan, lost in the relief his hands bring, before he's switching to the other foot and doing the same all over again.

You're Jell-o by the time he's finished, kissing all over your calves, knees, thighs, as he crawls up your body.

He nuzzles into the soft front of your panties, still damp or newly damp, you're not quite sure, and breathes you in. He mouths at you over the thin fabric, and you're so desperate for more friction on your clit after hours of waiting that you wiggle, trying to grind yourself against his face.

"I know what you want when you get all wiggly, baby," he says, a knowing smile pulling at his lips. He tickles his fingers across your damp crotch, making you wiggle even more. "You want your daddy, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," you say eagerly, reaching down to scratch at the scruff on his face, trying to tug him up to you for a kiss. "I've been a good girl."

He presses a long kiss to your palm, nudging your hand away with his head so he can burrow his face into your mound again. "Mm. You have. Know you didn't wanna stay that long, but you did so good for me." It comes out as nothing more than a mumble, the deep vibrations of his voice shooting straight to your pussy.

The truth was you hadn't expected to like anything about this evening that didn't involve Joel. But you had, and that had made sticking around far more tolerable than it should have been, even with the consistent trickle of want through your core.

"Think we should get these panties off o' you and see what mess we're dealing with. Been worked up all night, huh?" he asks, as if he hadn't been responsible for it.

He peels your underwear from you, tugging them down your legs and throwing them behind him without a care for where they land, before he spreads you open and takes a leisurely lick through your folds. He can never resist, the sight of you so worked up for him from so little always such a temptation. He licks again, looking up at you with a smirk as you melt further into his sheets. The slippery muscle of his tongue pushes into your slick hole and fucks you gently, tasting every drop of desire you'd had for him - and Andrew.

A final peck to your clit and he's groaning, shifting up the bed to slotting in beside you with a heavy sigh, curving his broader frame against yours. You find his mouth, needing to have him close to you in every way you can, and kiss him, holding his head in your hands as his own finds its way between your legs. Large fingers stroke delicately across your pussy. His own spit makes the soft drag of his fingers effortless as he finds your clit with practiced ease, and swipes gently at the swollen nub.

Your own hands roam, drifting from his face, slyly tracing down his body until you're tucking your fingers into his pants. Only, it's not sly at all, and he's holding back his amusement when he whispers into your mouth, unzipping his pants and pulling them down before settling beside you once more. "S'alright, I got you."

Your hand immediately flies to his cock, stroking across his smooth length, wasting no time in working him back up after it had softened since your antics downstairs. When he's stiffened in your palm, standing up and knocking rigidly against his belly when you let go, you trail your fingers down to his balls. You lightly squeeze, massaging them in your palm, rolling your thumb over the soft flesh.

He groans, closing his eyes as he grabs his own dick in his massive fist, long lashes tickling his cheek. "That's it, stroke Daddy's balls. Gotta get ready to go in that pretty pussy of yours baby."

You lightly drag your nails across his sack as his slowly jerks himself, stiffening further the more you play with him. You revel in the shaky breath your nails draw from him, nuzzling into his chest. The velvety scent of his cologne is faint now, but you breathe deep regardless - the smell of his bare skin and a subtle hint of his sweat was better than any bottled fragrance anyway.

He pulls his hand from between your legs to reach over to his bedside table, pulling out a bottle of lube. Both of you know you're slick enough to take him without it, but the slip of his lubed up dick gliding so easily in and out of you without stretching you with his fingers first was too much to resist.

A sound you love to hear, a soft gasp, leaves his lips when he drizzles some of the cold liquid onto the head his engorged cock, letting you spread it over him with your own fist before nudging you onto your side, forcing you to release your grip.

He is everywhere, surrounding you in every sense. A broad arm tucks under your waist, hugging you tight to his chest with a palm pressed flat between your breasts. His lips are on your cheek, tracing wet biting kisses down your neck. You turn to moan into his pillow just as his other hand snakes its way back between your thighs, pushing the plush flesh aside to rub broad circles over your soaked pussy.

"Gonna take me in now baby, open up for me." Arching your back, you expose your cunt to him from behind as his length ruts against you, lube spreading across your thighs. He fucks between the meat of them, grazing your pussy and nudging into your clit and his own palm with each thrust.

"Don't tease, Daddy," you whine, already so far gone you're ready to plead with him to just fuck you already.

"No teasin' baby, you've been so good for me. Gonna give it straight to you. Here it comes," and he feeds the tip of his cock into you, gently fucking you with his thick head. You push your hips back, slipping more of him into your wet heat, delighting in the feeling the stretch in your cunt and his ragged breath on the back of your neck. Slick dribbles out of you, coating him as he pushes in to the hilt.

"Ohhh, f- mm."

He holds you tighter when you moan, his front flush with your back. You're totally cocooned in his arms as he begins sliding his cock in and out of you with minute thrusts of his hips.

Being cuddled and fucked like this was your favorite. His hands could roam freely, stroking your belly, tugging at your nipples, sticking a finger in your mouth for you to suck on, all whilst his hips gently rocked into you, your pussy coating him, dripping wet slick all over him and making a mess between the two of you the longer it went on. And it could go on. Sometimes he would make you lie here for what felt like hours, talking and watching a movie as he painfully slowly fucked you, keeping himself hard for so long you feared it'd do damage. When he eventually came, it'd be an easy thing, a few quicker thrusts pulling him over the edge and spilling his cum inside you, painting you, filling you so full it'd leak out of you where he had you plugged. You loved those days.

This was not one of those days.

He starts snapping his hips quicker, thrusts still shallow as his fingers start to rub deliberate circles over your clit once again. Remembering your manners you stutter out a quick thank you Daddy when his fingers pick up the pace.

"Can't get enough of your daddy's cock, can you? It's all you want."

You make a noise, somewhere between a groan and a negative. After today you couldn't say it was. You'd seen the way he had looked at you, and the way that Joel had looked at you because of it. Whatever that was, you wanted it, and you were pretty sure Joel did too.

"No? You want other dicks in this pussy?"

Biting into the pillow, you nod, stifling another whine. You'd almost be ashamed that you'd been so obvious with it, flirting too brazenly in front of too many people, but you're too far gone to care.

"Fuck yeah, you do. My baby wants to be filled with so many cocks, don't she? Have 'em fuck you and then you come crawling back to me to kiss it better."

And that's it, that's the thing that sends you over.

"Oh fu-Daddy, D-Daddy, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come."

His cock slips further into you, stretching you out and dragging against every part of you as his fingers pull an orgasm from your twitching clit.

"That's it. You come thinking about all those cocks that are going to ruin this pretty little hole."

You do. The arms wrapped around you are Joel's, but you imagine the cock buried in you is anyone but. Faceless strangers, acquaintances, colleagues. You want it so badly that when your orgasm finally wanes, you let out a feeble sob, burying your face into the pillow once more.

He holds you tightly to him, grinding into you slow and deep, your pussy sloshing wetly around him with your release.

"It's okay," he coos as you shudder, crowding over you now to nuzzle into your cheek. "Don't hide from me. You're allowed to have a greedy little pussy baby. Daddy doesn't mind."

He cradles you to him, letting his cock rest inside of you as he strokes you all over, coaxing you down from your orgasm. When you come to, unfurling from the ball you'd tucked yourself into, dried streaks from a few unnoticed errant tears on your face, he starts to rock again, peppering your face with kisses. You let out a small laugh, feeling silly now that his words, those words, could make you come that quickly and that hard. But then he blindsides you with an offer you weren't expecting.

"How 'bout we find you someone to play with when Daddy's not around?"

You'd almost approached it before, the two of you dancing around the idea of there being someone else, another body, shared with you or taken separately. Joel had joked about other men fucking you, watching you suck their cocks, but you never knew if he was serious.

"How 'bout Andrew, huh? Bet you'd like his mouth here," he touches your neck, trailing two rough fingers down your torso, stopping at your breasts to tease and pinch your nipples. "And here."

His hands move lower and you close your eyes, imagining Andrew's mouth. You can practically fucking feel it - whisps of well groomed facial hair scratching at your delicate skin. Andrew had been so handsome - suave, funny, interested. You'd noticed how his eyes had been drawn to you, subtle flicks down your body, taking you in, as he tried to maintain an air of politeness, of respect for his boss and his girl. You wish he respected Joel a little less.

Joel's fingers finally meet your clit and you moan. "Here too."

"I'm- f- I'm so close again daddy," you whine, not ready for another one so soon.

"You gonna come on your daddy's cock thinkin' about Andrew filling you up?" You nod frantically, unable to hold back anything any more as your cunt pulses around his stiff length. "You are? Oh fuck, you are."

He's cuddling you again, holding you tight as he snaps his hips into yours. He's breathless when he next speaks to you, whispering filth into your ear.

"You'd look so pretty creamin' around his cock baby, just like you do for Daddy." The moan that leaves your mouth is something next to a cry, ready to sob at the idea of how good it'd feel to have Andrew touch you, to come back and tell Joel all about it, to snuggle into his arms, safe and warm and used.

You're lost in the daydream as Joel fucks you, talking you through it, pulling you deeper into the fantasy. You can't stop it any more, your entire body convulsing as you come yet again, the imagined flick of Andrew's tongue on your over sensitive clit being the thing that finally sends you flying.

"Uhh-A-Andrew."

"Fuck yeah that's it, say his name."

"Andrew, f-yes. Please, Andrew, please."

Joel tenses behind you, gripping you harder around the middle as he can't hold back, barely moving his hips at all. The thought alone had pushed him so close to the edge he's tumbling over it without warning, spurting heavily into your dripping pussy, coating your walls with his cum. "Oh fuck, shit, fuck I'm coming, ohhh fuck."

He holds you tighter for a long while, his cock throbbing and heavy inside you, breathing deeply as his thumbs gently stroke over your skin, soothing you now that your second orgasm had abated.

"Mm, I'm sorry baby. Looks like Daddy made a mess of you quicker than he expected, huh? You're just such a good girl for me." You preen at his praise. Even now you were his good girl, and you loved how wanting another man to fuck you could make him lose control so easily. It's all a dream, it's got to be.

Your vision is still blurred when he turns your head to face him, brushing his nose softly against yours. "Just love how greedy your pussy is, baby. How much you want her filled up."

"I want it, Daddy," you whine pathetically into his mouth. "Want to be filled up." By Andrew.

You didn't need to say the silent part out loud for Joel to know what you wanted. After all, if you wanted something, it was a sure fire bet that Joel Miller already wanted it too.

"I can ask him. If that's what you want," he says it softly, almost a whisper as he caresses the side of your face. His softening cock slips from you, cum gushing out with the release of pressure, flooding your thighs with a wet mix of lube and Joel's cum and your own release as you think of him again.

Him. Joel would ask him for you - the fantasy could become a reality.

"Are you... are you okay with that?" You search his eyes, trying to find any trace of uncertainty there. There's none, just burning hot fire, a need, that courses straight from him into you and back again.

"Wouldn't be offerin' if I weren't, darlin'. Besides," he grins at you. "Good girls get to go on playdates."

"Joel!"

"What?!"

"A playdate? Really?"

"Well, if you don't want it.."

You hit him, hand slapping playfully against his chest and he's suddenly rolling on top of you, growling as he scratches his beard against your neck. It tickles, and your feeble attempts to fight him off are made even weaker by the laugh bubbling in your belly.

Your face hurts from smiling and holding back laughter when he pulls back from the onslaught on your neck. He's marked you, of that you're sure, and of another thing too.

"I want it."

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[dairy-farmer]

Is me~ back to haunt you Ask Box o/ because I just had A Thought(tm)

What if~? The OPPOSITE of my Magic Sex Toy idea? Uno Reverse?

But how would that even work? You say. Tim would very obviously notice!

Oh ho ho~ ye of little Faith! *slaps my "join the Church of Civilian Tim" poster I obviously made myself* CONSIDER! Not a cape! Semi-stable schedules!

We open our scene with stalking. As ya do. Tim would prefer you call it "bird watching" or "observing the night life" but... let's be real here. Stalking. He's getting them NICE Premium Pics for his Definitely-Not-A-Stalker-Shrine. There's a newbie on the scene. A gaudy robe wearing mofo.

3 guess what HIS shtick is. First two don't count.

But! Thing is? Tim is no long a wee baby faced pre-teen. He is a Man(tm). Legally, twice over. And well... you find a LOT if Neat Late Night Shops running after the bats. He may have been persuaded by CERTAIN libidos that maybe he should check them out. Who can say? You can't prove ANYTHING. These bags are groceries and no you can't check..

Where was he? Ah, right, Pics of the Nightwing booty. *click*

Tim forgets Rule Number 1.5: ALWAYS keep an eye on what the villian is doing.

By the way... what that bright light? Oh, just a SPELL BOLT. Fuckin DODGE, MAN!

He fails to dodge.

🥺 H-His camera... Night-booty... Also why does he feel? Tingly? He doesn't stick around to figure it out. Grabs his TRAGICLY dead camera and bolts. Not getting caught at the scene of the stalking TODAY, no sir! Batmans definitely gonna check the area and he SHANT be there! Early night it is!

He gets back to his apartment. Still feels tingly... but less? Maybe those charms he looked up how to make protected him after all. Still, shouldn't push his luck, you know? He settles in for the night. Gets a warm shower.

Comes out and eyes the bags he dropped by the bed... and... well...

He DID wrap up early~ Maybe treat for Timmy time. He digs them out.

Weird.

They? We're already pretty life like (it's why he bought them) but... when he TOUCHES one? He swears it gets MORE life like? He really should look this up or something... suspect toys in Gotham and all... but on the other hand? Horny. And the boxes WERE closed. It's fiiiiine.

But which one? It's kinda been a while. And he doesn't want to be sore tomorrow. This one!

So Tim lays back. Let's himself enjoy working himself open. Then works the fake(?) Cock inside himself. And oh~ it's WARM. Twitchs. He let's himself enjoy a slow, lazy session. Get really sloppy and relaxed before finally finding juuust the right angle aaaand~

Across the city, the current Robin, Damian Wayne, is shaking APPART on a roof top. Sweat pouring down his temple, thighs trembling as he tries ro stop himself from rutting up into empty air. It won't help. Won't make the damnable TEASING go any faster. Wet and tight and PERFECT around him.

Came out of NOWHERE. One second he was patrolling, the next barely catching himself from falling. Stumbling into an alchove on some god forsaken roof. Hands fumbling to turn off his comms. Absolutely not. They could NOT hear him like this.

Panting into hands pressed tight over his own mouth to stiffle the sound he wants to make. Beg and demand that magnificent heat go FASTER. Plunge him DEEPER. But he CANT. Because there's no one there. Just him and the slowly increasing pressure in his balls, begging for relief.

Then, like prayers answered, it DOES. He could WEEP. Can't stop the aborted jerks of his hips as he chases his relief. Soon is trembling like the virgin he ISNT anymore as he spills into... into SOMEONE.

They take it so well. So perfectly.

He's RUINED. His hand will never be enough after this. And Tim has no idea.

Sure, he's not stupid. He didn't buy toys the fake cum. (So to be safe plan B it is) But? In the cold like of day? Prooooobably magic sex toys. Eh. It's Gotham. Not the weirdest thing to happen. Tim's keeping them.

And using them.

Thus begins the "phantom lover" incident, as Bruce will insist on calling it. Because "we were haunted by random fuckings" sounds... unprofessional. And he's a Dramatic Bitch at heart.

Damian, obviously, told NO ONE. Patrol? Utterly normal. Mind you business. But Bruce? Uncomfortable conversations for EVERYBODY~☆

See, Tim has a long day. His new camera isn't gonna be in for a WEEK. There is no point in going out. So his evening stretchs long and empty before him. Which... SPEAKING of things both long and things empty... >.>

He remembers. There was an absolute UNIT that he bought. It also has that base... which mean he could put it on the sex pillow. Try riding it... oh he's GOTTA, now.

Lucky for Bruce, he's not even in the cave when it hits. Unluckily, it is a cock teasing hell. Nothing to hold. No body to press close. No skin to run his hands across or ears to whisper filthy praise. So TIGHT. Fluttering and fighting to take him. Sinking little by little. Can't even HEAR him praising them. He can't even distract them, rub their clit and sooth them as muscles relax.

Can't hold them by the hips and work them up and down. They way he knows will work best. At angles that will make them SOB. Just nothing, nothing, nothing. Trembling and eager around him but so SLOW. Pausing again and again to adjust. Can't thrust in, can't pull out, only TAKE it. Let himself be teased.

But OH. When they finally, FINALLY get a rythme? He knows they can hear a word he says. Not yet. But the FILTH he growls. The audacity of what they're doing. He's GOING to find them. Going to pin them done and-

Tim spend the next day sore, but happy. Definitely not an "every day" sort of toy, but holy shit the orgasm. He hasn't slept this well in a WHILE. Though... when he wakes up? The Bats are acting weird. Violent, hyper-focused, seemly shaking down leads with a single minded enthusiasm. Weird.

Speaking OFF. Now he's wondering... does the possibly fake cum... TASTE like real cum?

One way to find out.

And... look. Dick may have been warned, but it's one thing to hypothetically get your bits milked dry and another to be doubled over seeing the face of god. He would gladly kill a man for the ability to grab hold of whoever is doing this and ram home. The mouth on him is a thing of wonder and it keeps TEASING the tip. They keep running soft, pampered, little hands up and down his length. God he wants them to feel him in their GUT. Fuck their face and their ass and any OTHER holes they have til everything is sloppy and wet and-

Yep! From the tast flooding Tim's mouth, that's real cum. Good his he got his shot. But it begs the question... whoms't exactly is he fucking? Tim's not sure he's comfortable with random hook ups. What if, Gods forbid, it linked him to the JOKER or something!? He'd have to blow up the city and everyone in it.

He considers this as he resumes his sta- he means, BIRD watching. Newly be-camera-d. Weirdly enough, now Nightwing is acting off too. What is going ON? Also... he could of SWORN he saw the Red Hood a second ago. Did he leave? Aaw D:>

.....what's that sound?

*boss music starts playing* That would be the Red Hood. Owner of the mythical Common Sense gene. HE immediately phoned a friend! And by THAT we mean he beamed up to The Watchtower to get poked at by magic users until he had a scanner.

Beep beep, mother fucker. You have explaining to do.

OR, counter argument.... Tim makes a run for it. Doesn't GET far. But he Sure Did Try! Jason is unamused. Consent is sexy, kids. And he has the gun to explain that. But! TIM has the panic babbling to explain his horny stupidity and innocence.

Fair enough. He's confiscating them though. If you get horny, just fucking ask.

Wait.... really? Does Jason really mean that?

And... two things. Cute Horny Idiot knows his identity. And.... he never said HE wasn't also apparently a horny idiot. Sure, why the fuck not.

He confiscate the magic contraband... then bends that twink in HALF. Comms off, back into it. Tim can barely breathe, pressed down so tightly to the bed as his guts get re-arranged, callused hands holding his legs spread, his childhood hero rumbling FILTH into his ear as hips snap against his, again and again and AGAIN. The world is hot and fuzzy around the edges and... AND-!

Jason's pretty damn smug that HES not only the one who found mystery twink, but them fucked him incoherent. He seriously considers just... not saying anything. Whoops! Nothing to find here folks. To bad the Watchtower is a fuckin snitch.

So obviously Bruce finds out. And wants to "talk to him". Which inevitably ends with Tim, pressed close to his front, held still as he "fucks him properly". Which as far a Tim is concerned is a god damned excuse to EMPALE him on his monster of a cock. Work it deeper and deeper, all while holding him like a lover, as he absolutely DESTROYS Tim's poor puss. Makes him lose count of how many times he's gotten off. Until everything is too bright and hyper sensitive. Til it's nearly hurting but not quite there and all Tim can think about, as he whimpers and drools, is SLEEP.

Oh... and THEN he wants to talk about how Tim knows their secret identies. Ask him in the morning or Tim WILL cry at you.

He wakes up in Wayne Manor. He did not go to sleep in Wayne Manor. He can't move his lower body with out pain. Bruce is clearly pretending he planned that. Liar.

Then? Karma. His horny chickens come home to roost. Has Bruce introduced you to his sons? This is Dick and Damian. They remember you. And would like a "word".

(The word is sex and they would like it as soon as possible)

👀👀👀!!!!!!!!!!!! a reverse magic sex toy!!!!!!!!!!!!! where tim tortures the other bats by fucking his little pussy with their cocks while they're forced to just suffer and endure it until he's finished. more than once they almost scream from frustration because tim finishes before they do and he pulls them out of his warm, slick little hole. 👀👀👀👀

[geometricgiovanni]

YOU ARE NOW A PRETTY PRINCESS! ✨

This blog contains references to threats and violence. You have been warned.

(hey guys cool sexy man here to tell you first half is in-character, second half under cut is out-of-character)

HELLO! I MADE THIS ACCOUNT OUT OF SPITE OF THAT DISGUSTING THING THAT PLAGUES THIS GOD-FORSAKEN SITE!

NO, DON'T ASK ME ABOUT IT. IF YOU DO, I WILL CRUSH YOU! LETHALLY. You will feel pain. also he blocked me on all 8 of my accounts so um, y'know........

ASK ME THINGS! ASK ME TO DESCRIBE IN EXCRUCIATING DETAIL ASPECTS OF MY LIFE! ASK ME TO DO OBSCURE ACTIVIES THAT WOULD SEVER MY LIMBS IF I HAD ANY!

So here's some info in a similar format to my other blog, some things, such as boundaries, will be copied and pasted:

Blog Information✨

This is an ask/rp blog for Jeremy from regretevator, specifically the Jeremy referenced in @displ3azant. I might use this blog to more freely talk about my specific headcanons about characters from the perspective of an outsider, so that account is likely the only specific one referenced on this blog.

Jeremy in this blog uses he/any!

MAIN TAGS:

#geometric asks - Asks

#geometric posts - Non-ask related posts/reblogs

#ooc - Out-of-character post

BLOG OWNER 🔥

Hello! I am Hex! Yes, you will see me talking to myself! No, do not comment on it. Please refer to me using he/him or it/its pronouns.

I'll try to respond to most asks with a drawing of some variety, and if it's something I can use to reveal little ass-shit and bull-dumps about my version of Jeremy.

Please note, however, I am not just one singular guy but also a senior who should really be spending his free time studying, so sometimes I will just give a text response.

Also to note: I am 17 years old, therefore a minor! Even if I was not a minor, I am still not comfortable with weird shit! Keep it in your fucking pants, asshole! Apologies if I sound rude, but holy shit the only blog gets SO many weird asks! I will just be blocking and ignoring any freaky anons, apologies if you are my friend trying to mess with me, but I genuinely cannot take any more risks.

Boundaries ✨

Shipping content: Shipping content I guess is okay. Please don't push anything, I guess, and nothing that promotes proshipping or any kind of literally illegal pairing. If you want to play into running jokes involving such material, then please make sure you remember it is entirely satirical, keep it SFW and don't keep on pushing it.

NSFW content: NSFW CONTENT IS NOT ALLOWED. I am a minor. Thx. Also, "suggestive" jokes are very selectively okay. Basically, if it makes me uncomfortable or is literally disgusting, it will be ignored and likely deleted, and we will probably make fun of you.

Roleplaying: I am totally okay with roleplaying and sending/responding to asks in character!

(ps: i'm also happy to rp with other regretevator ocs too, i think those r super duper cool)

That's all, really.

your mortal enemy,

-Hex

[mncxbe]

I'm in my party dress. He says "You're such a mess"♡

𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut♡/ unethical

<a little quick thingy I wrote a few weeks ago since I'm running out of drafts.>

Your head spun as you downed another shot. It was if you were stuck in a never-ending rollercoaster, looping somewhere on cloud nine. The bittersweet drink burned its way into your core, blooming heat in every cell of your body.

Sliding off the slick black bar stool you stumbled to the plush couch where Fukuchi was seated, a glass filled with golden liquid hanging idly between the tips of his fingers; staring mindlessly at the crowd of blaring people.

"Hey captain, you having fun?" you asked, disrupting his train of thought. His head snapped in your direction and he raised his brows.

"What'd you say?"

Placing a hand on the back of the couch for support you leaned closer to him and spoke loud enough to cover the roaring music of the club "I asked if you're having fun"

He simply shrugged in response, holding your gaze "It could be worse"

Fukuchi had to admit he didn't really like clubs with their loud music, overly expensive drinks and technicolor; but it was Teruko's turn to pick that month's mandatory teambuilding activity so he had no say in it.

As you plopped yourself next to him, his gaze followed the line of your collarbone down to your chest, skimming over the edges of your dress. How you could go out of the house wearing that thing was beyond comprehension; in the flashing lights of the club the satin seemed to stick to you by some sort of electricity, shfting colours like the surface of a lake in moonglow.

For a brief moment, Fukuchi found himself reaching a hand to touch you but he soon regained his composure. Setting his glass down on the arm of the couch he sighed, leaning his head back.

"Aren't you gonna finish that?" you slurred, voice laced with mischief and he shook his head in reponse.

"Nah. You can have it if you want to"

The alcohol was already starting to cloud his mind, a familiar pressure building in his skull. He knew it wasn't smart to drink around you, you were too tempting.

Fukuchi wasn't a stupid man. He noticed the subtle glances during meetings, how you always offered to bring in the reports for the whole team on Friday evenings, when there was no one but him left at the headquarters. He was fully aware of your intentions, yet laying amidst the blaring crowd in this god forsaken club, he didn't seem to care about your closeness.

Your chest was pressed against his side as you leaned over him and reached for the glass. His arm instinctively slid around your waist, keeping you from stumbling over as you drank the last sips of alcohol from his glass before setting it back down.

"Woah that's strong" you whined and he couldn't help but smile.

You shifted slightly; pretty dress hiking up as you crossed your legs. "Say, sir..." you began, tracing your fingertips along his clothed thigh. "How about we have another drink? My treat"

"I think you've had enough for tonight, Y/N" he smile, trying to ignore the bulge in his pants. Fuck, you were such a tease. Your hand trailed higher up, teasingly hooking a finger under his belt and he seized your wrist.

"Careful now, Y/N" he hissed, cold gaze meeting your own. "This ain't the best place"

A small chuckled rolled past your lips. Fukuchi felt his heart sink when you looked up at him with those big doe eyes, so vivid despite the alcohol you've consumed- pleading him. "Then take me somewhere else"

And how could he say no to you?

Half an hour later, your head was pressed against the cold pillows on his bed, muffled groans and mewls rolling past your lips as he rammed himself inside you from behind.

"You're doing well, sweet thing" he cooed, nails digging into the plush of your hips.

The whole thing felt surreal, like a hazy dream; it was all so wrong it felt right. Your mind spun from the alcohol, unable to fully comprehend the situation you were in. But it's not like you cared about anything except how good he felt inside you right now. He reached all your sweet spots with each thrust, way better than anyone did before and you swore you could see starts; pearly tears pooling at your lashline.

"God fuck it's so good" you mewled, fingers digging into the pillow underneath in a futile attempt to keep yourself grounded. He only hummed in response and tightened the grip on your hair.

"Told ya I'd treat you well princess"

With a swift movement he flipped you on your back, sharp eyes tracing the outline of your body; hair a tangled mess, makeup smeared on your cheeks and pillowcase, one strap of your white lacey bra off your shoulder. Your chest rose and fell with each ragged breath you took, lashes fluttering shut as you tried to keep your gaze focused on him.

"God, you're such a mess" he chuckled, thumb coming to circle your puffy clit, making you shudder.

"Now, now. Be nice pretty. I'm not done with you yet"

With that he slid inside you again, earning a low moan from you as he bottomed out and resumed his brutal pace. He fucked you nice and deep, just how you liked it- a familiar tingle pooling in your core.

Your nails dug desperately into his back, reaching for something to hold on to- you stomach twisting with guilt as you came, staining the bedsheets with your slick. Your walls clamped around him, coaxing his orgasm and he came with a loud groan.

"Sweet thing you're gonna milk me dry if you keep squeezing me like that" he uttered in a shaky voice, breathing heavily; but you felt too drained to say anything in reponse.

Instead, your eyes closed shut; but you could still make out the sound of his voice calling out your name, the cool air that seeped into the room through the open window against your heated skin, his gentle- surprisingly tender touch as he moved a strand of hair from your face.

And then you were out cold, forced into a deep slumber by your exhaustion.

The next morning you woke up to the faint sound of the rush hour traffic. You could taste the alcohol on your tongue- bittersweet, and you took in a deep breath. That moment your eyes snapped open; this wasn't your bed.

Memories from the previous night came flooding back in bits and pieces, like an old picture show, crackling with static and you sighed, rubbing your eyes.

"Thought you'd never wake up" echoed a voice from the other side of the room and you tilted your head to the side to see Fukuchi leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.

"How'd you sleep?"

A small groan rolled past your lips as you pulled the covers over your head in attempt to hide the blush that rose to your face.

Fukuchi couldn't help but chuckle upon seeing you. Frankly, the shift of attitude amused him. He walked to the edge of the bed and sat down next to you. You felt the mattress slowly sink under his weight and you tightened the grip on the covers.

"Come on now Y/N. No need to be shy." he chuckled, pulling the duvet off of your head only to meet your defeated gaze.

"Captain I apologise for the way I acted last night it was totally inappropriate and-" you began, but he quickly cut you off, raising a hand.

"Do you think I'm mad about it?" he asked and you shook your head in response, earning a smile from him.

"Exactly. So don't apologise"

A deep silence fell between the two of you and you simply looked down at the covers. You were painfully aware of the bare skin beneath them, of how much of a mess you were right now; head pounding like you hadn't slept in days. Shame flooded your every thought and, carried through your bloodstream, reached every cell of your body.

A faint aroma of coffee reached your nose; as if on cue he rose from the bed, threading a hand through his silvery hair.

"Look, how about I let you get cleaned up and dressed and then you join me for a cup of coffee?"

You nodded in response and gave him a faint smile.

"Alright. The bathroom's there" He pointed at one of the adjoining rooms before making his way towards the door. Just as he was about to step out he turned around, flashing you his signature smile.

"I gotta say Y/N dear, this was one hell of a teambuilding" he said with a wink and you sighed, finding shelter beneath the cold covers once again.

You closed your eyes again and took a deep breath in, relishing the comfort of his bed. Yes, the situation wasn't ideal. You needed to get out of this room, face your boss and talk the whole thing out; and what's worse you knew that neither of you was willing to put an end to this ordeal.

You wanted to push these thoughts in the back of your hazy mind, drown them in whatever liquour was left in your system, but you knew you couldn't. You shouldn't. So five more minutes under the blankets and a cold shower will have to do.

[theresattrpgforthat]

Hi! Do you know any one session ttrpgs? Preferably space/sci-fi themed but that’s not strictly necessary.

What’s important to me is that it’s creative, that it has fun mechanics and that you really have to work together (it’s for a birthday party). Also I should probably mention all participants are beginners but I’d definitely set aside some time to get into understanding the mechanics beforehand.

Thank you for running this blog and thanks in advance for answering! :D

THEME: Collaborative Space One-Shots

Hello friend, I think I have a really neat mix of games here for you to check out. I think most of these will naturally lead to creative, collaborative solutions from your players!

This Ship Is No Mother, by New Madras.

This Ship Is No Mother is a game about people in space, working jobs that are probably going to get them killed. It's 50+ pages, fully illustrated with art by Justin Nichol.

Inspired by movies like Alien and games like Mothership and Dread, this is for fans of tension, creepy-crawlies, and general horror. Mechanically, it's a card-based Forged in the Dark game, first in the series of games currently called the Cardsharp Sonata.

In this game, players start with a full deck of cards and as you play, that deck will run down. When the deck ends, there is a climactic moment of panic as one of the characters is going to do something stupid and get themselves (and maybe everyone else) killed.

A space horror game, this is a great game option for folks who love Alien. It’s designed to play within a very specific time frame, because the game ends when you use the last cards from a 52-card deck. It’s a game meant for horror and suspense, and was designed to run with Mothership game modules, so I’d recommend looking up some Mothership modules on Itch!

24XX Unlikely Heroes - Space Questing, by FutureFriend.

All you wanted was a steady paycheck, a quiet life among the stars, and maybe a comfy closet to nap in. Action and adventure? "Mmm, no thanks. I’m good." The universe, however, isn’t taking "no" for an answer…

Time to grab some tools, buddies, and your brown space pants. Out here heroism may be less “epic deeds and grand destinies” and more “frantically pressing the right button before it all explodes!”

24XX Unlikely Heroes - Space Questing is a rules-lite sci-fi RPG that is distilled into just 4 pages that fit snugly on two sides of a sheet of paper. It is a hack of the awesome 2400 system, by Jason Tocci.

24XX is a pretty light system and is great for dungeon crawls. As with most games in this family, the rules and GM advice fit on one page, so they should be pretty easy to teach. This game is pretty goofy, as you are regular space-folk who find themselves pushed into a dramatic scenario. If you are running a game for the first time, I’d definitely recommend running this game with the help of a dungeon, such as Space Frogdom, a light dungeon with space frogs and a countdown towards the hatching of a dragon egg.

Holdfast Station, by Lampblack & Brimstone.

The rim of the known universe. A place so god-forsaken, so hostile and alien to life itself that only the mad go there—and only the desperate stay.

That’s you.

Holdfast Station is about asteroid miners surviving and holding their community together in the grim desolation of space. Regular folks in a rough spot, who hold to each other and their own. A place where survival means you trust each other, you fight like hell, and you hope for the best. A place where food and water and even air is scarce. Where the crushing emptiness and massive force of the void are only feet away. Where you live so close you know everyone by smell. Where one accident could spell everyone’s destruction.

It’s about the people who step up when disaster strikes. They aren’t heroes, just regular people—people with no choice but to risk it all for their home and those they love.

Holdfast Station is a "pick up and play" RPG—After you gather players, some dice, and the provided record sheets (physical or online), the book guides you through play, one step at a time. One player, called the Navigator, takes on the role of storyteller, narrating events, encouraging players to contribute, and moving the story along. Each of the other players takes on the role of a worker on the station, striving to survive at the edge of known space.

This game advertises itself as a “no prep” game, although if you are a first-time GM, it might still be good to read through the entire thing first, just to familiarize yourself with all of the pieces of the game. Holdfast Station is all about a terrible event threatening the station, so it naturally encourages the players to work together to try and solve the problem before time runs out. The game might run a bit long if the players need a bit of help putting characters together, but I enjoy the guidance and tools present in the game that help you stay on task.

Survivors, by Alexander Schneider.

Survivors is a science-fiction role-playing game designed as a one-shot cosmic horror scenario where players are faced with survival questions while also encountering an unknown alien force which threatens their very lives. Together they may find ways to survive (or at least hope to) but they will hardly escape the psychic horror they pose themselves. Is it the desperate situation or something else which drives them mad to a point of no return to their former selves?

If you want a horror one-shot, you might be interested in Survivors. It has a very specific opening premise, and each event that the players encounter gives them roleplaying prompts that encourage them to replicate paranoia, fear, and a deterioration of emotional stability.

This is definitely a game you have to clear with the group beforehand, as the way the game has a lot of representations of different forms of mental illness, most of them inflicted upon the players the further they delve into the adventure.

Koboldly Go!, by CoffeeSnake Studios.

Calling all Kobolds! 

Gather your crew, assemble your ship, and take to the depths of space on a mission to discover strange new worlds. To seek out life and new civilizations. 

To Koboldly Go where no lizard has gone before!

This game is exceptionally humorous and lighthearted, and works really well for groups who have some appreciation for the inherent goofiness of early Star Trek. You create your kobolds by rolling for your job, colour, and your stats. You also spend time designing your ship by drawing from a regular pack of playing cards. The biggest downside for this game is that it doesn’t come with an adventure - you’ll have to create one yourself. I’d recommend drawing from Star Trek to create a planet or star system that has an anomaly that directly affects the ship, since you spend a lot of time creating it.

Greenhorns Quickstart, by Spicy Tuna RPG.

In Greenhorns your crew will create planets and fill the cosmos with new incredible life. Survive anomalies that spawn from these worlds and stabilize the planets for long term life. Define the planets’ histories and futures through the loot you retrieve and return home to a heroes welcome. You are Kruxian. You are chosen.

The full game of Greenhorns is good for a multi-session experience, but the Quickstart is suited to one-shots and is also free! Player abilities are mostly focused on combat, with each character class contains skills that guarantee success - but can only be used so many times. This is a game that depends on players coming up with creative solutions to problems, so I think collaboration will come pretty naturally.

The setting is kind of gonzo, with a mix of space fiction and fantasy tropes. If you want a unique setting that might inspire more games in the future, I recommend Greenhorns.

ATMA, by Meromorph Games.

Welcome to a world near our own. The volcanic mineral atma empowers the living and entwines the dying, while artificial intelligence and alien titans join humanity in this daunting new century. Yet in the Restless Zones, beyond society and law, trouble lurks. Gather your fellow adventurers and prepare to test yourself against the world’s most dangerous frontiers. The sky’s getting darker…

ATMA is a complete roleplaying game system in a tiny package. It's portable, quick to set up and teach, and plays in just 2 hours — perfect for game nights or pop-up sessions! A Game Master and 1-4 players use illustrated tarot cards to fuel RPG gameplay focused on creativity and quick thinking. ATMA excels as a tutorial for first-time GMs who've always wanted to run an RPG, while allowing limitless creativity for roleplaying pros.

This is probably the closest to what you’re looking for, I heavily recommend that you check ATMA out. It’s self-contained and super-fun to pull out and show off the the group. I don’t know if you have enough time to order the physical version, but there is an online version of the game and free print-and-play downloads if you just want a quick test of the game! I love the art and abilities presented in ATMA, and I think it’s definitely very beginner-friendly. It feels part-way between a boardgame and a roleplaying game, so if your friends are familiar with board games, this is a good bridge.

I’d also recommend…

Mothership has really quick and easy-to-understand character creation, and the game is designed to run small adventures that work as space dungeon crawls. This content is great for GMs because it gives them a location with a bunch of information to present to your players, which means that you have a lot to work with if you haven’t done something like this before. I’d recommend checking out There is A Goblin on Icarus Station if you want a Mothership adventure that has something for horror fans and comedy lovers.

[christronomy]

i soooo would love to sneak seungmin into a closet or bathroom somewhere backstage right before he goes on and give him the best head of his life. call it a stress reliever, if you will, but also because i wouldn't mind cock warming him with my mouth for a little while just to tease him, pressing quick, soft kisses onto his red, leaking tip. that soft pressure makes him throb so hard. can you imagine the soft moans and pants he'd let out as he grips your hair tightly in attempt to help himself keep quiet? also cause he loves pushing your head down, forcing you to take him all the way to the back of your throat so he can hear the soft gagging sounds that escape you every time he does so. if that doesn't make him cum fast as fuck, he doesn't know what else would, aside from the way you look up at him with those god forsaken puppy dog eyes that he hates loves so much and can't get enough of, while your mouth is stuffed full of his cock and his cum cause you take it like a fucking champ.

[sillygooseassociation]

Death by Gray Sweats

Brainstorm w/ @tedllasso: you need to write something where ted walks around the house in sweatpants and making reader extremely thirsty and she just can't thinking about anything else but to take all of THAT in her mouth.

Description: You just can't resist Ted in his gray sweats, but can anyone really?

Warning : oral (m receiving)

Pairing: Ted Lasso x reader

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: shout out to Lilli for inspiring this fic and then making the sexy gifs used above.

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You sit on the couch, scrolling through your phone when you hear the click of the front door lock, looking up with a smile as your husband enters the house, “Welcome home, Teddy.” Ted meets your eyes, a bright smile on his face when he sees you, “Well hey there, honey! Did ya have a good day?” Nodding, you put your phone away and curl up under your blanket, “It was good! Pretty busy though so I was thinking that we have a chill night? I have the takeout menus and television remote ready to go. What do you think?” 

Ted comes up behind you, leaning down to place a kiss on your head, “Sounds perfect, darling, just let me go get in my comfy clothes.” As Ted walks to your shared room, you cue up Netflix on the tv, going to the rom-com section so you to can make a decision for the night. You look at the takeout menus for a couple of minutes, choosing some options from different places so you are prepared no matter what restaurant Ted chooses. 

Hearing Ted’s footsteps approach, you place the menus down on your lap and turn to give him a smile, your breath hitching when you see him. That stupid evil man. With his hair loose and a tendril falling in front of his face, Ted joins you on the couch dressed in a University of Kansas tee and his gray sweatpants. Those fucking sweatpants.

Even after three years together, those sweats still had an effect on you, an effect that Ted knew and was either choosing to ignore in order to torture you or he hadn’t thought about it when changing. ‘Well beautiful, I’m feeling Chinese tonight, what’d you think about that?” You just nod in response, still staring at Ted who gives you a confused look before picking the menus up from his lap and pulling out his phone.

The first time you slept over after getting together, he wore his blue and green flannel pajama pants, and, of course, you loved them. If someone didn’t love them, you would swear they had no eyes. The flannel bottoms were great and you requested he wears them every Christmas. The first time he slept at your place though? He brought over those god-forsaken sweatpants. Having already slept together, you knew how, ahem, gifted he was, yet it felt like those sweats accentuated his size even more.

As Ted calls up the restaurant, you can’t help but let your eyes lock in on Ted’s bulge. You’re thankful that Ted knows your normal order for this place because you don’t know if you have it in you to talk right now, more important things are at hand. Things like the way Ted’s pants showed both the impressive girth and length of his member or how the sweats sat just perfectly on his hips that when he stretched his arms up while letting out a yawn, you saw his tummy that you love so much. Turning to throw a wink your way as he finishes up the order, Ted is incredibly confused when he notices you staring off into space. Yet somehow, the man doesn’t notice the place at which you are staring.

Hanging up the phone, Ted sets the menus on the shelf by your television before making his way over to you. He stands in front of you, putting his crotch right in front of your face, god, is he stupid or just plain evil? He places a finger under your chin and makes you look at him “What’s going on with you, honey? You haven’t said anything in almost 10 minutes. Cat got your tongue?” You practically whimper at his choice of words, a cat had not gotten your tongue but you surely wish your tongue was somewhere else right now.

You shake your head, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to relieve some pressure, “N-no, I’m fine Teddy. Just distracted.” Ted nows slowly, sitting down next to you, and places an arm around you, pulling you into his side as he begins to trace circles into your covered hip. “Ah, what’s got you all distracted now?” You love Ted, you love this man with all your heart, you have a ring on your finger to prove that, yet you still didn’t know how he couldn’t understand how much he turns you on just by existing. “Well, did you happen to think about the consequences of your decisions when you chose what pants to put on?”

Ted looks down, letting out a small chuckle as he realizes what you are referring to, “No, I didn’t think about my consequences because yes, I know you like these, but they surely aren’t enough to have you all in a fizzy like this.” You take a deep breath, trying to figure out how to portray to Ted the effect his gray sweatpants have on you. You turn to him, holding direct eye contact with him, “Ted, the minute you walked out in those, I wanted to be on your cock while you fuck my mouth.”

The soft circles on your hips slow to a stop, Ted’s eyes widening as his mouth opens slightly and his cheeks redden, “R-really?” You nod enthusiastically, “Teddy, I can see your tip through your pants and all I want is to lick it until you cum down my throat.” Ted clears his throat, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall, “The delivery person will be here in twenty minutes.” 

Smiling wickedly, you lean forward to share a steamy kiss before tossing your leg over Ted’s lap, now straddling him. You return to kissing him as you grind down on his lap, pleased to feel that he was already semi-hard though not completely surprised, that man never failed to tell you how hot he found his wife. Ted whines as you pull back from the kiss, sliding off his legs and down onto the ground in front of him. Kneeling in between his legs, you reach up to untie the strings of his sweats with one hand as you palm him with your other hand. Tossing his head back, Ted lets out a low groan as he claws at the blanket next to him, then hissing when you pull down his pants just enough for his cock to spring up, his sensitive tip being exposed to the crisp air. 

You lean forward and lick a thick stripe up the side of his erect member, eliciting a guttural moan from deep in Ted’s soul, “O-oh god, Y/N.” You loved giving Ted a blow job, any kind of sex with him was amazing but he just completely let himself go when you went down on him. It was like you were seeing a part of your husband that he kept hidden, he would let his walls down when he was in your mouth. You lick up from the base of his cock to his tip, pulling it into your mouth and sucking strongly before releasing him and licking down the other side of his member to the base. 

Moving your head down a little, you nose his cock to the side in order to gain access to his balls, covering them in kitten licks as Ted thrusts his hips up. Giggling at his eagerness, you pull away from his balls, instead taking him in your mouth and going all the way until his tip hits the back of your throat. Ted moans, thrusting into your mouth to create movement before stopping himself. He always does this, no matter how many times he’s in your mouth, he hesitates to create the pace, not wanting to go too fast for you.

You take his hand and place it on the back of your head, looking up at him through your eyelashes to tell him that it's okay. The sight of him in your mouth as you look at him with doe eyes absolutely breaks him, causing him to pull your hair into his grip and begin to pull your head back and forth. You open your jaw as much as you can and relax your body, letting Ted truly dictate your pace as your body is just along for the ride. You hollow your cheeks as much as you can before moving your hand to fondle his balls, rolling each one back and forth in his hand as the other grips his clothed thigh tightly. 

“Oh honey, I-I’m gonna…” Trailing off before he can finish his sentence, Ted moans loudly as you tighten your lips around his cock, leading to him unleashing ropes of cum down your throat. You pull yourself off of him as his member softens, wiping away a drop of cum that landed on the corner of your mouth with your thumb before putting the digit in your mouth, whining at the taste. Ted pants loudly as he stares at you, pulling you onto his lap and then kissing you deeply, holding your face in between his hands. He moves his attention down, sucking a mark into the base of your neck, his mind set on repaying the favor, “Golly darlin’, I really should wear these more often.”

[judasofsuburbia]

11 + 22 with steddie? please emily god of smut that rips my heart to shreds and carefully puts it back together again <3

hehehe hi lou!! thank u for ur request<3 hope u enjoy these silly lil men

11. Louder. Let me hear you.

22. Show me how much you need me.

cw: phone sex. word count: 1096. pairing: steve and eddie.

“Hello?” Steve answers the phone groggily. 

“Fuck, did I wake you?” Eddie winces.

Steve hums, rubbing his eyes and sitting up more in bed. “S’okay, baby. Went to bed early tonight.”

“Now I feel like even more of an asshole,” Eddie laughs pitifully.

“Don’t. Wanna talk to you,” Steve answers. 

“You sure?”

“Mhm. What’s on your mind?”

Eddie exhales. “Uh, quite a lot.”

“Tell me.”

“I don’t think you’re awake enough for this conversation.”

Steve’s eyes truly open at those words. “W-what? What’s going on?”

Eddie chokes and scrambles over his next sentence. “God, no, nothing bad, darling, I’m sorry, I just‒it’s funny really, it’s so unimportant and now you’re even more awake because I scared you when I’m literally just calling because I’m so hard I can barely think straight.”

Steve’s gut tightens at his words. They’ve never done this before. Eddie is on tour with his band, a small contract to a few neighboring states. If it goes well, they could add on more dates. Steve’s really proud of him and wished he could go but there’s no way he could ask for that much time off of work.

Steve did miss him though. Badly. 

“Oh?” Steve teases, clearing his throat. “Can’t even think straight?”

Eddie makes a desperate noise that shoots down Steve’s spine. “No. I’m going crazy over here.”

“Needed my voice to get off?”

“Please.”

“Okay,” Steve adjusts himself on the bed, spreading his legs because now Eddie’s got him interested as well. “Were you thinking about me?”

Eddie sighs, petulant. “Yes, of course, I was.”

“Didn’t want to assume,” Steve retorts.

“Darling.”

“Right,” Steve says. “Thinking about anything in particular? Any memories stashed away?”

He can hear Eddie swallow. 

“I kept thinking about…this is embarrassing, Jesus Christ, um. The summer you lifeguarded at the pool? You…saved Gareth from drowning one day. Do you even remember that?”

Steve racks his brain. His eyebrows shoot up and he lets out a small laugh. “You got hard over me and Gareth?”

Eddie groans. “No, not that. Never, ever repeat this to him. I was thinking about the red trunks you were wearing. How the sun made your muscles all…shiny as you carried him out. Please feel free to stop me at any time.”

“I didn’t realize I had fans,” Steve teases. 

“Please, you had everyone’s tongues hanging out of their mouth that summer.”

“Did you wish it was you?” Steve asks.

“What?”

Steve's voice is husky as he says, “Did you wish it was you being saved? How I would’ve dived into the water, pulled you to my chest, and scooped you right up? Lay you out on the emergency board and hover over you? Put my hands on your chest and blow into your mouth?”

He hears Eddie’s breath hitch and a zipper being undone.

“Touching yourself?” Steve asks.

Eddie huffs. “Y-yeah. Fuck, yeah. Wish it was me.”

“Would you have kissed me back then?” 

“I sure would have tried,” Eddie laughs weakly.

Steve smiles and slips his hand into his boxers. He’s slow with getting himself off, wanting to make this last until Eddie was done. He didn’t realize how hot it would be to hear his boyfriend panting over the phone, crackly but just as desperate.

“Those shorts were tight, huh?” Steve ponders. 

Eddie whines. “You have no idea how good you looked in them. I have never been to the pool more times in my life than that god-forsaken summer.”

“Wish I’d known you back then,” Steve sighs dreamily. “I could have taken you to the infirmary room and locked the door.”

“S-Steve,” Eddie pants.

“Stroked your hair until you felt better. Checked your body for injuries. Maybe ask you to lower your trunks. You would’ve loved that, wouldn’t you, baby?”

Eddie moans quietly and huffs out a “Yes.”

“You would’ve been hard for me already from my hands all over you. I’d look up at you from the floor and lean my head forward. Taken your tip into my mouth, run my tongue all around‒” Steve cuts himself off with a moan as his hand squeezes his cock. 

“Would you have told me to be quiet?” Eddie whimpers.

“Oh, absolutely. Can’t have us getting interrupted now, can we? For right now though…louder. Let me hear you.”

Eddie groans loud and deeply. Steve’s hips buck up into his fist at the sound. 

“You’d just be squirming under me, yeah? Clutching the bed and biting your cute pink lips until they bled. I’d taken you deeper and deeper, making sure you feel cared for. Serving mankind or whatever the lifeguard’s oath says.”

Eddie laughs at Steve’s stupid joke but it slowly turns into a moan. “Miss your mouth.”

“I’m sure you do,” Steve grunts. “I miss your cock, baby.”

Eddie lets out a strangled noise that vibrates Steve’s skin. He can almost hear the slick sounds of Eddie’s hand stroking his cock. How he wishes he could watch it happen. 

“Getting close?”

“Mhm. Keep talking.”

“Being the first cock I’ve ever sucked, I definitely would’ve taken you too deep. Choked on you. Gagged around you. You’d be so scared for me but I would just keep going. Sucking you down, down, down.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Eddie moans.

“Put your hands in my hair, make you grab onto me, guide me to whatever pace you needed.”

“Steve,” Eddie pleas. 

“You need me bad, huh?” Steve smirks.

“So bad. Always need you.”

“Show me how much you need me. Come for me.”

Eddie does, speeding up his motions until he releases, groaning Steve’s name all the while. Steve bucks his head back into the pillows and comes with a long moan himself. There are no words over the line for a long while. Just the boyfriends' labored breathing as they came down from their highs. 

“Feel free to wake me up for that any time,” Steve jokes breathlessly.

Eddie chuckles with a long sigh. “That was so hot. Why haven’t we been doing this the whole time?”

“We can certainly start,” Steve grins. “Especially if you got some treasure chest of Steve memories you want to cycle through.”

“I’m not gonna live this one down, am I?”

“Wonder if I have those trunks somewhere.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“You love me.”

“Crime of passion.”

“Me in my little shorts. Saving lives with the sun‒what did you say‒shining off my muscles.” Steve can practically hear the eye roll from the other side. 

“I miss you,” Eddie whispers after a few moments. 

“I miss you so much,” Steve whispers back. “Only a couple more weeks.”

“Stay on the phone with me while I sleep?”

Steve’s heart aches. “Of course, baby.”

come request a smutty prompt to silence the horrors for a minute&lt;3

[cherrycola27]

Hi, it's me. It's your tumblr bestie, it's me 🖤

Sorry, couldn't help myself with the lil T. Swift jingle.

I'm here to request a Dagger Deities blurb for Mr. Jake Seresin as Ares. This combo really says angsty smut to me (hate fuck, maybe?!), but totes up you—maybe you turn it on its head for a fluffy lil blurb about the god of war. Work your magic, babe—put us on that rollercoaster!

Jay! You know me and my weaknesses so well! I hope you enjoy:

smut below the cut

Battle Plans:

You rubbed your temples with your fingers to try and fend off the headache that you could feel coming on. If you had to listen to Rear Admiral Seresin drone on about the strike plan he had come up with one more time, you were going to lose it.

You were the strategic analyst. You were the one who knew the data. Hell, you were the one who had spent nights and nights in his office with him drawing up these plans.

But yet, here he was, taking credit for it. God, you couldn't stand him. His blonde hair slightly graying at the temples, his strong jaw line, the way he always had a stupid fucking toothpick in his mouth.

What a cocky son of a bitch he was.

He is the youngest officer ever promoted to admiral status, and he didn't let anyone forget it.

He was barely ten years your senior, yet he still treated you like a child when it came to working with you.

You let out a groan that you thought was quiet enough to where he wouldn't hear it, but as if on cue, his head snapped towards you. You made eye contact with him as he narrowed his eyes and flipped that God forsaken toothpick around with his tongue.

"Do you have something to add Commander Grotto?" He asked you with a smirk.

You sat up and rolled back your shoulders. "Actually, Admiral Seresin, I do. I think that the angle at which you've estimated the trajectory of the explosives is off a few degrees. I believe I informed you of that a few days ago." You smirked back at him.

There were a few snickers from the group. You saw Jake's jaw tick. "Well, how about we dismiss for the day, and you and I can go over the plans once more in my office, Commander Grotto." Jake said as he narrowed his eyes at you.

You held eye contact with him as the rest of the people in the room left. You filed out at the end and stormed down the hallway to Jake's office. Being the low admiral on the totem pole, his office was in a far tucked away corner off the main hallway, away from everyone else.

You huffed as your boots made contact with the linoleum tiles. You could hear Jake calling your name, but you didn't wait for him.

He finally caught up to you at his office door. He unlocked it while you tapped your foot impatiently.

The moment it was unlocked, he pushed it open and hauled you in by your elbow.

He pushed you up against the door and crashed his lips to yours. Your hands tangled in his hair as he reached behind you to draw the curtain closed and lock the bolt. He pushed a chair in front of the door for good measure, all while your lips explored every inch of his neck and jaw line.

"You like embarrassing me in front of everyone, don't you? Like showing off how smart you are? I bet you're so fucking wet from showing off. If I put my hand in those lacy little panties of yours, I would find them absolutely soaked, wouldn't I?" He groans against your lips.

You moan in response. "I love it when you show off. My smart girl, gets me so fucking hard." He pants as he pulls you away from the door.

"Nothing to say? I haven't even touched you yet, and I've already got you stupid for me." He snickers as he lifts you to carry you to his desk. With one swipe of his hand, the dark oak surface is cleared.

He drops you down on the surface and you squeak. Sometimes, you forget how strong he his.

He kisses you again before he pulls back to look at you. He's right, you're already a fucked out mess and he has barely put his hands on you.

You open your mouth to say something, but before you can, he pulls your hips to the edge of his desk and pops the button of your uniform pants. He sinks to his knees and taps your hips.

You lift them, and Jake pulls them and your panties down in one swoop.

"Just like I thought, soaked for me." Jake says when he is eye level with your dripping cunt.

He wastes no time surging forward and wrapping his lips around your clit. Your hands fly forward and grip his hair as a wanton moan leaves your mouth.

Jake pops up from between your legs and delivers a slap to your pussy.

"You'd better keep it down Sledge, would hate for your uncle to hear what an absolute slut his niece is for me." He chuckles.

You huff and roll your eyes. Jake loved to needle you about the fact that you were Admiral Cain's niece.

"Just shut the fuck up and do something useful with your mouth for once." You tell him.

Jake cocks his head a looks at you.

"Now, Commander Grotto, is that any way to talk to your superior officer?" Jake teases you.

"I thought you liked our verbal sparing? I mean, you did always say the God of War liked a challenge. Didn't you Ares? Or are you still hung up on me calling you Hangman?" You shoot back.

Jake groans at the sound of his real name, leaving your lips. You were the only one who knew his little secret, and it made the whole interaction between the two of you even hotter.

"Or, would you prefer it if I called you Daddy?" You smirked.

"Fuck, darlin. Say it again." He groaned.

"C'mon, Daddy. Put that smart mouth of yours to work." You say.

Jake surges forward and laps at your center like a starved man. He sinks two thick fingers deep into you and curls them. You can feel the band of his Naval Academy ring against your walls as scissors you open.

Lewd, wet sounds fill the air as he eats you like a starved man.

"Fuck, fuck, Jake, Ares—Daddy! Just like that!" You cry out as your thighs cage in his head. You grind your center against his mouth and arch your back as you cum.

Jake works you through your high before pulling off of you with a wet pop.

He gives you no time to collect yourself before he is flipping you around and bending you over his desk. One of his large hands pushes you flat against the cool wood while the other undoes his belt and fly. He pushes his pants and boxers down just enough to free himself before sinking into you without warning.

He gives you no time to adjust to his size before he is pistoning his hips into you.

Breathless pants and pitiful cries of his name leave your parted lips.

"Love how you sound when you take my cock." He praises you.

"You want everyone to hear how much of a whore you are for your Admiral don't you Sledge? Want everyone to know how good your Admiral fucks you?" He asks you.

You don't respond. That earns you a harsh smack to your ass.

"I asked you a question!" He demands.

"Yes! Yes! Want everyone to know how good you make me feel, Daddy." You wail.

Jake chuckles and digs his fingers into the flesh at your sides. You clench around him.

"Fuck, you were fucking made for me. You're so fucking tight for me kid. You weren't meant to take my cock. Weren't you?" He groans.

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck. My pussy was made for you Admiral Seresin." You babble out.

Jake growls as you start to rock back to meet his thrusts.

He leans forward and grabs a fist full of your hair, pulling it out of its neatly styled bun. Jake pulls you flush against him and wraps a hand around your throat.

He sees your roll back in your head. He lets go of your hair and starts furiously rubbing circles on your clit before tightening his grip on your airway and fucking up into you. He may be forty-two years old, but Jake never missed a beat.

You're overwhelmed by the pleasure, and your mouth hangs open in a silent scream.

While Jake enjoys fucking you stupid, he loves hearing you even more.

He slaps your clit and you clench around him harder.

"Can feel how close you are, baby. Can feel how bad my pussy wants to cum. I wanna hear you beg for it. Wanna hear you tell everyone one this base who you belong too." He whispers hotly against your ear.

"I belonged to you, Daddy! Please let me cum" You whine.

"No." He states.

"It's your pussy Admiral Seresin. All yours." You preen as he drives you close and closer to the edge.

"Still wrong." He says as he ruts into you.

"Ares—fuck—please—pleasepleaseplease!" you plead with him.

"That's it, that's my girl. Now cum for me." He commands.

You heed his words and cum hard for him. He pushes into you impossibly deeper as you spasm around him.

The fluttering of your walls sends Jake into his own release, and he spills into you.

He slumps forward and presses both of you into his desk as he continues to rock his hips in and out of you.

He pulls up and looks down at where your bodies join. He admires the creamy white ring of your mixed release that has gathered at the base of his cock.

He pulls out, and you groan at the loss of contact. Jake steps back to admire how you look. Your core is on display for him, and he loves watching his cum drip out of you and onto his desk.

He grabs a few tissues from the box that was discarded on the floor and cleans you up before sliding your panties and pants back into place.

You help him get his desk back in order before wrangling your hair back into a bun.

He moves the chair from in front of the door, and you slump down into it.

"So, Mr. War God, did you purposely get the angles wrong during your presentation?" You ask him.

"You tell me, Commander Grotto." He teases you as he leans back and kicks his feet up on his desk. You're about to get up and sit in his lap when there is a knock at his office door.

You both jump up. Jake grabs some files to make it look like the two of you were working as you go to the door.

"Admiral Cain!" You exclaim. "What are you doing here, Uncle Chester?" You ask him as your face flushes.

"I came to see if Admiral Seresin was finished with the reports the two of you were working on." He says to you.

"Yes, sir. I have them right here." Jake says as he slides behind you.

"Wonderful. Thank you, son." Your uncle says. He turns to leave, but before he does he looks back at Jake.

"We are having a cookout at my sister's house this weekend. She and her husband are hosting. There will be lots of other officers there. You should stop by Seresin. I'm sure Sledge would be more than happy to give you the details." Your uncle tells him before walking away.

As soon as he is gone, you close the door and sigh.

"A cookout at your parents' house? Now that sounds like fun." Jake smirks.

"We'd have to be on our absolute best behavior. No funny business." You tell him. He rolls his eyes.

"I'll text you the details." You say.

"And I'll start figuring out how I can fuck you in your childhood bedroom while half the Navy is thirty feet away." He grins before you slip out the door.

[princelylove]

Your Highness,

I hope you’re well! This has been festering in my mind for a week so may I ask what you think of both Bruno and Prosciutto having an interest in the same darling? I know this might be a very deadly combination but that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to take.

-peachy anon

Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea. I don’t think you’d last more than a week or so with these two. 

They don’t get along in general- Prosciutto has little to no empathy, and has left men behind countless times. Bruno’s very loving. He’s slow to make decisions because he needs to figure out the best option for everyone- Prosciutto makes judgements quickly and based on gut feelings.  

Prosciutto has a lot of internalized sexism, but they differ from Bruno’s because, you know, Prosciutto is not a kind man. I think Bruno’s sexism is more “This is what a man must do for people” and Prosciutto’s is more gender-conforming. If you gender swapped them, Bruno would still want to be the provider of the house, while Prosciutto would expect you to give her your wallet for every little thing she wants (which is a lot, she’s happiest as a spoiled girl- sorry, miss pro, I mean as a spoiled lady). 

Listen. Would you rather spend your free time with Bruno’s family, doing an outdoor activity of some sort, or sit next to Prosciutto and watch him lose ‘family’ game night for the sixth week in a row? (He’s not a good gambler.)

Prosciutto acts like he already owns you, he’ll drape his arm around your shoulders and have the audacity to ask what you think you’re doing when you try to pull away. Bruno’s not much better, but he’d like to think you have a choice in the matter. Sure, he guides your hands when you’re actually the expert, but he means very well. As long as you stay close by, within arms reach. You actually can walk away from Prosciutto, but not Bruno. Go ahead, go get a drink or go to the bathroom, you’ll be back. While Bruno would search for you after five minutes of not knowing where you are, Prosciutto waits in the same spot, tapping his fingers until you come back with a good reason.

Prosciutto may take care of the others, but he loves you. He’s fond of Pesci and Ghiaccio, sure, used to be fond of Sorbet & Gelato too, but he loves you. He’d choose you over them and probably would force you to live in his old apartment over Risotto’s if he had the proper choice- not like he chooses to stay in that god forsaken apartment with five other men. If there’s an issue, he’d drop them for you in a heartbeat.

Bruno views you as part of his family, and will make no such choice. If his family doesn’t like you, or vice versa, give it time. He’ll find some way to settle it. He won’t stand for either of his sons bullying you, but you’re going to get along eventually and behave. 

But Bruno and Prosciutto don’t need to like each other. In fact, they never will. Prosciutto’s too rough with you, it’s like he doesn’t know what marriage is for! Bruno’s too much of a hardass to enjoy a little fun. They fight the most about how Prosciutto hits his darling, and how Bruno treats you too delicately. 

Gender swapped Bruno and Prosciutto are soooo funny at the same time. Pro’s pretty catty. They have similar fashion sense- mature, feminine, allergic to pants, lots of cleavage, love luxury heels… Have fun with a wallet if you date fem pro. Bruno loves tights, Prosciutto hates them. Bruno would never ask you to buy her anything, she’s still the provider, but Prosciutto? She’ll hit you for asking her to pay for dinner. 

Fem Bruno would baby trap you. Prosciutto? Fuck you, you’re not ruining her figure for some family bullshit. Take care of those little shits in her apartment if you want a baby so badly. 

What a bad combination. Their lifestyles look similar, but they’re just nowhere close.

[ramu-ego]

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Fingers dipping between your soaked folds just to pay the closest attention to detail as your finger pads grazed over your swollen clit. Legs splayed a little more than they had been when you started. One to ease yourself into a more comfortable position. And two, so no one saw the top of your head during Jinpachi's little video chat.

Each time he talked not even a fraction of what was really happening seemed to make it to his tone. While your tongue circled his leaking slit so none of his precum would dry and ruin his black slacks. Sucking him off was as much for you as it was for him. Your ever throbbing clit being abused by your fingers just as you hummed happily the second he clicked off the pesky conference call.

One grand sigh left him. Allowing Jinpachi to sink into his chair and letting his legs spreading to a more comfortable position as well. He looked down to admire the sight of your slick lips coated in what was a wonderful mixture of his precum and your own saliva. Messy, just like he loved it.

"Took you long enough," You murmured, only slightly irritated, with lips still pressed to the underside of his cock giving him little kisses down his shaft. The little vibration of your lips made him hum contentedly to steep in the pleasure of your lips enveloping his cock.

"Can't go without feeding the pigs my dear," Jinpachi reached down, fingertips dancing along your temple as he took in a sharp breath the second your lips swallowed him up again without warning. The warm sensation of your throat clenching automatically around his aching cock head and tongue massaging the underside of his swollen cock. Paired with the sight of your fingers between your own legs. Knowing they were as wet as your lips were around his length. This was finer than any wine those money hungry fools could give him.

Knowing his weak spots were simply too easy. When you couldn't keep your lips of him and a man who indulged in all that was self serving. The two of you were equal parts horrible and wonderful together.

Tongue busy with the way his cock throbbed and twitched inside your mouth. His thighs weren't the most ticklish thing you could grope. And after rubbing them quietly throughout the entire video call you wanted something with a little more of a reaction. Hands slipping up his thighs to yank down his slacks a little more. Perfectly pulled down you were able to cup and gently rub your thumb over his balls as your mouth did the bulk of the work.

One hand fondling him as Jinpachi leaned back even more. Now nearly sliding out of his own office chair as you had him drowning in pleasure. And your other hand rubbing circles around your clit. Stopping only sporadically the closer you got to an orgasm. You had to ease off your own throbbing bundle of nerves a few times before Jinpachi was white knuckle gripping the chair with his chest heaving in tiny labored breathes. Cock leaking over your tongue even worse than before. The inevitable was closer than naught.

Jaw tense he opened his eyes only a little to look down at you working him with such easy. His words almost like a hiss when he spoke, "Close-"

"Me too-" You lavished your tongue over his cock and cast your own gaze up on him, "Wanna cum on my clit?"

"Don't even fucking tease me with that." Jinpachi growled, "Get up here."

Already ahead of him. You pushed your pants and tangled panties down further. Allowing you to straddle his lap and lower yourself down. Puffy, pretty pussy lips glistening with juices after how long that god forsaken call took. Jinpachi made his first move since you planted yourself between his legs almost an hour ago. His long fingers wrapping around the base of his cock. Just to press his tip into your cunt lips when you were close enough.

Juices from all your solo fun on the ground as well as drinking up his precum for the last hour as he worked. Meant his cock slipped in with utter ease. Sensitive tip grinding against your hard clit in a second. Another content sigh leaving him as all Jinpachi had to do was hold his cock against your clit and you'd simply do the rest.

First just lathering him with all your juices was only something the two of you could stand for a few minutes. Having edged the both of you for as long as you had during the video call. Meant it was a race to see which of you were greedy enough to cum first.

Jinpachi with utter ecstasy criss-crossed his face. Pushed his cock harder against your clit. Getting the warmth of your fat cunt lips around half of his shaft. But seeking the pleasure of your fingers as you sullied them and rubbed your clit and by extension his cock head as you rushed along your own orgasm selfishly. He would not be left out of it though as his ego demanded he be the first to cum above all else.

Your fingers grinding against his tip as you feverishly rubbed yourself closer and closer. Until your thighs began to quake and stomach tightened. Jinpachi did what he had to do to stay ahead. Fingers half ass curled around his base. The lean man stroked himself only a half a dozen times before his quiet groan filled the office space. A beautiful subtle noise that rushed you towards your end. Jinpachi's cum warmer than even your own juices as he painted your clit and your spready pussy lips with thick ropes of cum. Milking himself for selfish reasons and tapping his cum covered tip against your clit just as your orgasm took over.

Shuddering over the man in the office chair. Cumming much longer than he did. Something he would never stop being jealous of. Jinpachi watched you cum on your cum soaked fingers as you rubbed the last little bit of pleasure from your clit. Only stirring up the mess between your legs when he lazily took his slightly dirty hand and wiped it up your inner thigh before proudly putting both his hands behind his head and reclining back. Taking in the sight of your cum soaked slit and his cock covered in your juices and remnants of his own cum.

You, with your slick fingers, didn't wipe it all off as you lifted your finger and presented the leftovers of your juices on your fingers, "Your turn."

Sighing he leaned forward just as he grabbed your wrist. Holding it steady his tongue ravaged the pungent slime from your fingers. Making nothing short of a show as he locked eyes with you and sucked the last gooey drop from your fingers.

"I got a meeting at five." Jinpachi kissed the palm of your hand as he finished with clean up but didn't let you go.

"Good." You, with your pants still down around your kneels and straddling his lap in the chair, leaned over to push his bangs off his forehead with your clean hand and laid a ginger kiss between his browless forehead, "I need something inside me at five."

[dairy-farmer]

Okay but consider? Has Tim ever seen Ra's post-Critical Injury Lazurus Dip? Like not "oooh, I am back to my sexy Dilf-y glory~" but FULL ON "I have been Hard Reset back to the Prime Of My Life(tm), which statistically is early 20s, and am now a Young and Hot prowling bad boy. With no Grey in my hair and a SLIGHLTY higher voice, meaning while I sound familiar, you can't instantly place it like you usually could."

THAT sort of Hard Reset.

Bet he hasn't.

Bet he'd have an even HARDER time recognizing Ra's in a Masquerade mask. If Ra's had a smooth, freshly shaven, face. I mean... it's not like Ra's an assassin cult leader or anything. Him? Knowing how to DISGUISE himself? When in his centuries of life would he have had time to learn THAT?

So there Ra's is. Looking rich, dangerous, and slutty. As one does. Tight black pants, loose poet shirt, gold and gems dripping like honey down his skin. The very PICTURE of a WEALTHY young trouble maker. Blending in with all these wealthy fools, up too no good, some of them far more then others.

That's why the Bats are here.

For Intel.

But of COURSE, Brucie Wayne has aged out of this sort of scene. Tut tut. And his waste of a grandson is just a touch too young. A shame. So it's the Detective and a few others, leading the charge. But... ah, SUCH a big building! And can the Wayne's afford to be seen at such a disreputable event?

Of course not.

So they're in disguise. Layers upon layers, Detective. Masks upon masks. Delightful~

Ra's gets to watch Tim work the room. Prowl in magnificent heels. Dodge covetous hands so casually it seems by accident. Extract information people have DIED to protect. Blonde, tonight. He looks better with hair like the night.

Ra's smiles like a wolf.

And begins to hunt his prey though a sea of masks.

Which is how Tim meets a VERY rougish, tall, and delightfully muscled heir too...something. It's kinda obvious, given all the jewelry. Swordsmen too, from what he can feel of those INTERESTING and calloused hands. Tim knows he should focus... but...

Mystery Hot Guy is REALLY forward. Clearly in to him. And it's not like he's gotta marry the guy.

Did he mention the DELIGHTFUL rumble? His voice has a low rumbling quality to it, when he leans in close so he can be heard over the music. His hands are hot and gripping in that "just a bit too tight but not TOO too tight" sorta way? So yeah... he's gonna... uuuuh, go... "question so informants" real quick. Get back to you guys later!

Don't wait up!

And Ra's? Knows the chance of this working more then once is close to zero. So it has to be LEGENDARY. Life changing. Dick so good it ruins the Detective's LIFE. He's got to make sure the next time they meet, the Detective wants to kill him AND fuck him in equal measure.

After all, the Bats have a "no kill rule". Oh dear, Detective. Really only leaves you one option, then, doesn't it?

So Ra's goes to absolute TOWN on Tim. Sinks down to his knees and eats him out til his legs won't hold him. Carries him to the bed to the guestroom they're about to absolutely DEFILE, too use far too clever fingers, to stoke that burning NEED back up. Too stretch and tease, as his mouth worships that chest. That neck. That clever, clever mouth.

Runs his free hand along magnificent skin, wishes he could grip hair like the finest ink as he savors Timothy's mouth. It all feels decadent. Ra's is patient. Aaaand, there, Tim rocking against his hand has turned for lazy pleasure (savoring the glow of a good orgasm) to demanding.

His hands, his kisses, are growing hungrier. Commanding Ra's to give him what he needs. Spoil him like a pampered little prince. Either worship and adore him, or he will find someone else who SHALL. How can Ra's refuse? He'd be a fool too.

A fool not to suck and bite branding little marks upon that magnificent skin. A fool not to hike up those powerful hips a grind and tease with his length, until Timothy's sharp little nails dig into his flesh in warning. A gods forsaken incompetent, to NOT sink into that magnificent heat, pressed so close he can hear that breath taking little gasp of pleasure, as the thickness of himself presses wider and deeper then any BOY the Detective as ever taken.

Ra's AL Ghul is no fool.

But he IS a VERY giving lover.

Especially when he has something to gain from it. And oh, how it is a struggle not show the victory on his face. It would not do, to give the game away at the last moment. He knows better. So he moves his hips just so. Rolling at just the right angle. To grind with in as he thrusts, to grind against as he moves, his body angled just right to tease the Detective's clit.

Strong, calloused hands teasing what feels like EVERYWHERE. That deep rumbling voice monologing a god damned speech on how good Tim's body feels, how perfect he is, how sexy. That cock hitting everything over an over in a way marksmen would WEEP with jealousy at. Tim is pretty sure his brain is melting. Hook up too good, fuck why he came here actually. The others can handle it.

Will he later admit he fucked up? Probably. But that's when he gets the ability to reason again. Right NOW all he can think is a series of frantic porno noises and variations of the word "More". Turns out fumbling around with your teammates is NOT actually a good frame of reference for "what is Sex and how good does it feel?".

Tim doesn't even notice, two position changes and several orgasms later, when he loses his wig. His face is buried in Mystery Hook Up's shoulder, drooling and clinging, as he's worked up and down that mind melting cock like a toy. All that HE registers is that it feels nice to have that stuffy thing off and fingers running through his hair.

His family, though? Freaking out. Tim left with an "informant" (their ASS) and never showed back up. They've all HAD the traumatizing Honeypot Talk from Bruce. They KNOW Femme Fatales are a thing. Homme Fatales are a thing! Did someone send a sexy assassin after Tim!?

Soooooorta.

Dick, powered by the sheer force of Brotherly Murder-Panic and 👌close to showing the world why he and FUCKING DEATHSTROKE have a weird decade long "Thing(tm)" going, kicks down the door to waaaay too many random hook ups... until he eventually find the RIGHT hook up.

Where Timmy ain't got no bones. He be truely, magnificently, well fucked and boneless. A cooked noodle. Orgasm machine ran dry and he can see the shrimp color, Captain. He's cuddling a sex god and actively plotting to tattoo his phone number somewhere on this guy's body. Who CARES where he lives. Tim will MAKE it work. How you feel about breakfast?

Ra's is the exact flavour of Lounging Smug Bastard you imagine.

It's not even smirking "pleased with himself" territory anymore. It's full on "if a tiger were turned into a human, got revenge on the bastard who did it, and was lounging around feeling pleased with itself covered in blood" grinning. Because NOW, he has won.

Dick is, of course, going to break every bone in this Mystery Bastard's body. Jason. Hold him.

Which... just as Tim is about to throw a lamp in defense of his new Sex... something, Robin kicks the window open because "fuck it, I'm helping. Timothy may be an idiot. But he's OUR idiot and you've clearly seduced him with some sort of evil demonic sex magic, you fiend, time to fight." Etc etc.

Only then Hot Hook Up takes of his mask.

He.... He looks a LOT like Damian. A concerning amount. Like... if you were to say, take away the Wayne traits, he'd be almost identical.

Tim is ALSO not a fool.

That grin is very familiar. Those EYES are a shade he knows INCREDIBLY damn well. And oh sweet fuck on a stick he boned Ra's AL Ghul.

And it was amazing.

DAMN IT!!!

Does Tim absolutely HATE that Ra's was right? That Tim SHOULD consider sleeping with him? Yes. Is Tim going to do it again? According to the flashcard forcefully handed to him by his Father, ahem, "No. We do not sleep with Supervillians. We have self control." So... noooooooo, of course not. He would NEVER. Don't be absurd.

(Yes.)

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tim knows he shouldnt but also knows bruce has no moral highground to say 'dont sleep with supervillains 😭