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thealexanderfiles · 6 months

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DCU from a Marvel fans limited perspective

recently i've accidently been sucked into the DCU universe, mostly Bat family, if i'm being honest, and although i've never watched a single movie/episode, this is what i have gathered from purely reading the occasional fanfiction/lots of tumblr posts

SPOILERS i guess

There are A LOT of batkids

Bruce Wayne adopts these motherfuckers like they're some kind of limited edition pokemon set

no one is actually sure how many there are but if you have black hair and blue eyes and live in gotham, Batman doesn't care if you've got parents or not. you're coming home with him

There appears to be five Robins and Batman goes though these children like a chainsmoker with a pack of cigarettes

people die a lot

Thats okay though because people come back to life a concerning amount as well

Jason Todd died and came back to life by being dumped in a pit of magical water

Damien Wayne is the only biological child of Bruce and he mentions this a lot

Dick Greyson was the first Robin and the first adoption and i think he and Bruce got in a fight and he left to become Nightwing

Jason Todd stole the Batmobile's wheels and became the second Robin. after he came back to life he became Red Hood

Tim Drake was not an orphan, he just fit Bruce's target demographic and was conveniently close (I mean come on, it's like express shipping) He is also some kind of super-genius. He was the third Robin but became Red Robin/Drake

Stephanie brown(?) was the fourth robin(?), not sure for how long. People get upset when other people forget. I think she's called Spoiler or something

Damien Wayne is the final Robin. Hes this assassins son and im pretty sure Talia dropped him off at the Wayne Manor and said, "I had him through the terrible twos, you get the teen years'

Not entirely sure if Tim runs Wayne enterprises

Brucie wayne is the funniest fucking thing i swear

He's so stupid

not sure is Tim, Dick and Jason follow Bruce's lead and become absolute airheads as well

Alfred is a butler

Alfred has guns

There's someone called Duke and Cass knocking around

The Justice League think Batman works alone

someone in the JL is allergic to the colour yellow

there is a concerning amount of Danny Phantom x DC crossover fics

sames goes for Miraculous

Tim Drake is Bi and for some reason people don't like that

internet is divided on whether of not Batman is a bad dad

#OnlyInGotham is a thing?

Gotham is like an australian NYC

the Riddler is a not funny, less aggressive version of the Joker

apparently Alcatraz and Arkham are different prisons but thats on me

there's a whole group of superheroes out there, each have strong powers and they decide to leave the most dangerous city to the member that has no powers and dresses up as an anthropomorphic bat and runs around the city causing copious amounts of property damage with his children

there is a girl called barbra? Gordon

there is a criminally small amount of content for the girls

for some reason people ship the bat kids together, ike, anytime you have to remind yourself 'its TECHNICALLY not incest is Not Good'

Clark Kent is running round acting as if his reading glasses are the only thing standing between a normal life and CHAOS and the worst thing is that he is right

i am a MCU fan and i was SO sure that Deadpool was MCU but now i'm not so sure

Fandom likes to have this troupe that Bruce wayne doesn't believe batman exists when obviously the superior troupe is that Gotham is pretty sure they are exes

teen titans and young justice are a thing but i cant figure out which robin is who.

Damien Wayne has enough animals to open a zoo

who tf in the batfam are metas?????

Batman has definetely used the Tired Dad voice on villains and the Brucie Wayne voice on the JL

Bruce Wayne has contingency plans if someone discovers his contingency plans

THERES A PLACE CALLED THE FUCKING BAT BURGER???????

it took 2 robins until batman realized that a small child running around in a vest top and speedos was not the greatest idea

Someone needs to tell me, like right now what's going on, where to start and what to read. bc rn im LIVING on chaotic fics

#bruce wayne #brucie wayne #batman #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #dc robin #dc comics #dc universe #someone pls tell me what DC means im actually loosing my mind here #batfam

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gabessquishytum · 4 months

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Hob and Dream are neighbors; Hob likes an all over tan, so he sun bathes in the nude.

It's unclear if old Mrs. Grossman ever saw (watched) "that nice Robert young man" sunning his taint during the summer as she was pretty up there in age when Hob bought the house next to hers; she really wasn't going up and down stairs like that anymore. That was one of the reasons the her house was put on the market - it was too much house for an old lady. Mrs. G moved in with her kids/to a warmer climate.

It was winter when Dream bought and started renovating his new house; he didn't moved into the house until the late spring. No one mentioned anything interesting about the house or his closest neighbor when Dream bought the place. Dream was finally out of his divorce funk and he needed a space with good light for his art and room for when he has Orpheus.

Then the summer sun came out and Dream realized he chose well when he picked a room to be his work space - it gets good all day sun & he can see far around the neighborhood. He didn't realize that he could see quite so much of his neighbor's backyard, but that shouldn't be a problem. Dream will finally introduce himself and tell his neighbor that he has some sight lines into his backyard.

However, unfortunately?!?, before Dream can say hey to his neighbor, on what can only be considered a random Tuesday, Dream looks out his second story studio window and gets a face full of dick! Dream is in no way disparaging the lovely (and it is quite nice) penis, but it was,,,,unexpected. And the fact that it is also attached to what looks like a pretty man, who proceeds to then flip over and sun what looks like a lovely ass. 😳🫣 Dream isn't sure what to do, does he go over now that he knows what his hot neighbor looks like naked and just say hi?!! Dream knows Hot!Neighbor has a tattoo on his inter-thigh!!!

Dream will wait (until he's not soooo hot under the collar) embarrassed to go over and introduce himself.......and then 2 days later, hot neighbor is again out sunning himself in direct view of Dream's art studio room.

SKREEEE NAKED HOB

In fairness, he had no idea that anyone could see him. Hob has been nude sunbathing in his garden for years, and no one has ever said anything so he assumed he was safe! He loves keeping his tan at full glow and it's honestly his favourite way to relax. If he sometimes has a little "me time" too... well, he thought no one could see!

And then his hot new neighbour stops by and Hob nearly dies of embarrassment. The guy has seen him! The crown jewels and all! But he doesn't actually say that he thinks Hob should stop? He simply mentions that his young son is with him for half the week, so if Hob could abstain (or wear a speedo) on those days he'd be so grateful. The rest of the week, well, he seems pretty keen for Hob to carry on!

And Hob wouldn't want to disappoint the hot dilf next door, would he? He carefully marks his calendar with the days which are safe for nudity, and he carries on as he was. Except maybe he angles his lounger for Dream to get a better view. And maybe sometimes there's a big silver plug in his arse, glittering in the summer sun.

Dream has now painted Hob at least 40 times. He doesn't think he can stop. Especially now that he's seen Hob take himself in hand and idly stroke his gorgeous cock to hardness. Dream thinks he might die if he doesn't get to touch that fantastic hairy body some time soon.

...maybe he'll head over with some SPF sometime. Hob would probably be only too grateful if Dream got him back for him......

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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girlwiththeobsessions · 4 months

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love sick c. f.

this book has also been published on wattpad. same username as the one on here. i update faster on there.

you and conrad had a secret relationship two summers ago, when you were 15 and he was 16. you broke up with him because your younger sister, belly had liked him, and you were afraid of hurting her. now, flash forward, you were 17, and you thought you had gotten over him, but maybe you haven’t

you are adopted in this! y/n's parents were close with the fishers and conklins but died in a car accident, so laurel adopts y/n

part 2

i. the drive

ME AND MY FAMILY have been coming to cousins since i was a baby, since before i was born.

the tradition was, me and my mom would go to the summer beach house in cousins, along with my moms friends, laurel park and susannah fisher, and laurel's daughter and son, and susannah's two sons.

the beach house felt magical, every summer, i couldn't wait to return each summer.

most of the time, me and belly would tag along with the moms, mostly just my mom.

my mom would take us shopping a lot, and get us frozen yogurt after, then we'd go swimming.

laurel and susannah didn't really like to swim with us. that's what made my mom so special. until both of my parents died. when i was seven. in a car crash.

my parents were my whole world. i miss them everyday.

after that happened, i had to move from north carolina to pennsylvania with the conklin's.

from what i remember, i was pretty shut down for the next two years, and sad all the time, but eventually i got better.

laurel had taken me in with her, john, steven, and belly, and i had my last name changed to l/n-conklin.

i had found hobbies to cope with my parents death. in sixth grade, i had taken up soccer. in eighth grade, i started volleyball. now, as a junior, i was on my schools soccer and volleyball team.

i was pretty smart too, academically. with my grades averaging with a's and b's since freshman year. i wanted to go to college, my dream school was university of southern california, usc.

today though, was the day i returned to cousins for the summer, of course, i was excited. i was in belly's room, packing, with taylor jewel, me and belly were both close friends with her.

"drew's bummed you're missing the beach match with the boys team next weekend." taylor told belly, laying down on the bed, on her phone.

belly turned around. "uh, make sure tell sophie to square up for the block." belly tells taylor, ignoring what she said.

"drew martinez is texting me about you, and you're talking about volleyball?" taylor said with a surprised expression.

"drew doesn't care if i'm there or not, he wants an excuse to text you." belly denied, not really acknowledging the fact that she had a glow up basically. "and you better take this game seriously, i mean, team pride is on the line, taylor."

"please, you know me better than that." taylor looked up. "i would never let a boy beat me at anything."

belly and i laughed. "i thought you came here to help us pack." belly smiled.

"fine.." taylor got up. "i'll help. here's a tip, don't bring that speedo. it doesn't do a thing for your new boobs." taylor said with a a laugh, sitting on belly's bed, flipping through a magazine.

"it's not a speedo." belly defended with a frown looking down at the swimsuit.

"yes it is." i intervene, looking at my phone.

"we're just saying babes, like you need to pack cute things." taylor says flipping a page in the magazine she's reading.

"well, i always buy a new suit when i get there." belly tells us with a smile.

"okay, well, buy one that doesn't look like you're trying out for the swim team." i pressed.

"are you serious y/n?" belly giggled, flopping onto the bed and launching herself onto me.

"girls! were leaving in the next 10 minutes!" laurel shouted from downstairs.

"we got to go." belly said with a frown.

"no, we don't, we still have 10 minutes!" i told the two of them with a smirk.

we started laughing again, but once it stopped, we sat on the bed, belly on the floor, taylor switching to a more serious tone.

"okay, before i let you both go you both have to tell me your summer wishes. like the one thing that you guys want to happen this summer."

"i don't know." belly took a deep sigh.

"you little liar, yes you do." taylor giggled at belly.

"you want a hot make out sesh with conrad fisher, you want his tongue in your mouth, you dirty little slut!" taylor joked.

i shifted uncomfortably, trying to plaster a laugh. "taylor! ew."

"i'm just saying, i mean, you've been in love with him since we were twelve." taylor reminded her as belly got up.

"it doesn't matter what i do, he doesn't see me that way." belly frowned.

"oh, he'll see you." i looked at belly up and down. "whether he wants to or not. you look a lot different than last summer, belly."

taylor laughed, then turned to me. "what about you, y/n?"

i looked away. "what about me?"

"your summer wish." taylor reminded me.

"i don't know yet." i sighed. "i guess go to a lot of parties, and make more friends."

"no boyfriend? no fling?" taylor asked, a little confused. "come on y/n, a whole summer on the beach? no nothing?"

"oh wow, big deal, a seventeen year old that doesn't care about a boyfriend." i sighed again. "i guess i've never really been that interested in getting a boyfriend." i shrugged. "i have other priorities."

i did. i applied for a job as a lifeguard at the country club, to get some money for college. i wanted to apply to ucla, it was my dream school.

i always try to keep myself busy, keep myself doing something productive, and i think the job would help.

"girls, we're leaving now!"

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during the drive, belly got shotgun, steven was driving, and i sat in the backseat with mom, which i didn't really mind.

the song 'can't do better' by kim petras was blasting, while belly sung along from the top of her lungs.

i unbuckled my seatbelt and spread my legs across the backseat.

"uh, can you guys turn it down a little?" laurel asked. "and, y/n, sit right."

i sighed and sat straight, buckling my seatbelt. "i want you guys to be better about helping out this summer." laurel told us.

"don't just leave your dishes, load them into the dishwasher. and, not just your dish either, steven. i want you to be good houseguests." she continued.

"mom, susannah has people who clean, doesn't she?" steven asked, curiously.

laurel flicked steven on the head. "steven!"

"owww!" steven complained. "alright, alright. sorry."

mom is weird about money, the fact that susannah has money, and we don't.

"just.. be considerate, and act like i raised you right. steven, y/n, that means don't stay out too late."

"mommmm!" we both complained.

"i'm too old for a curfew." i frowned.

"wait, what about me? i don't have a curfew either, right?" belly asked from the front seat.

steven started to laugh. "what do you need a curfew for? you don't go anywhere."

"steven!" i threw my phone charger at him. "don't be a jackass."

"what?" steven continued laughing.

"we'll talk about it when it comes up." laurel told belly.

"oh, and y/n, don't forget, you promised you'd take me driving." belly reminded me.

"belly, i told you i'd take you." laurel intervened.

"yeah, but.. you're too judgy." belly quietly said.

me and steven started laughing. "excuse me?" laurel asked.

"yeah, sorry." belly laughed too.

we parked in front of the gas station me, belly, and mom going in.

belly got some cheetos and sour patches. she opened the bag of cheetos and ate a few.

"belly!" i whisper-yelled.

"what!?"

"at least pay for it first."

me and belly looked over at the register, to see a guy staring at us.

"hey." he nodded his head.

i smiled and waved, while belly grabbed a coke, and we brought our snacks up to the register.

"what's up with you, y/n?" jumper said with a smile.

"jumper? i didn't know you work here now." i said in surprise.

he turned to belly. "who's this? are you new this summer?"

belly looked behind her, then back at jumper. "uh, me? no.."

"really?" he smirked, and scanned the snacks. "thought i knew every pretty girl in cousins."

"ew, don't flirt with my little sister, idiot." i warned him.

to be honest, i wasn't really fond with jumper. the way he sort of treated girls like they were objects just wasn't too appealing to me.

he rolled his eyes. "whatever. you both coming to the bonfire tonight? first of the season."

"uh.. maybe." i responded.

"come!" he encouraged us, then turned to belly again with a smile. "i'll introduce you to some of my friends."

"maybe i will." belly smiled back

i gave belly a quick side eye. "maybe she won't." i look back to jumper, trying to protect belly.

laurel walked up to us. "after i get settled in, you wanna go to whale of a tale with me, so i can presign stock for the signing tonight?" she asked belly.

"uh..."

"remember.. when you used to sit on my lap when i used to sign there?" laurel continued

"no, i don't.. remember that." belly chuckled.

"i'll make you a deal." laurel said, as we walked out. "i'll let you pick out tonight's desert if you come in and keep me company."

"see you later." jumped smirked at belly.

"what's later?" laurel asked, curiously.

"nothing." belly responded, a little too quickly.

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END OF CHAPTER

#conradfisherxreader #conradfisher #conrad fisher #conrad fisher x reader #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #thesummeriturnedpretty

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roseaesynstylae · 11 months

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I like to think of One Piece boys trying to be allies to women and LGBTQIA+ people.

Sanji: Likes to see women smiling, in that he wants to make them smile and doesn't ask them to. Is trying to unlearn his beliefs about women.

Zoro: "I do not care if you are a women. I do not care if you are trans or gay. I will fight you."

Usopp: Has made it a point to never interrupt a woman or not take her seriously. Makes an exception for the first in life-threatening situations, though.

Brook: Has stopped asking for to see women's panties. Has instead started asking their opinions on music.

Jinbei: If you catcall, slut-shame, or victim-blame, he will politely ask if the woman/women in question want to handle it herself/themselves. If they don't, he will teach the person in question a lesson in respect.

Franky: If he can run around in a speedo and receive little to no sexual comments, women should be able to do the same. He is trying to spread this view.

Luffy: Has little to no idea why people treat women and LQBTQIA+ people differently. Will happily beat up anyone if they start being weird.

Law: "I treat everyone equally. That is to say, I have no qualms dismembering, snarking at, or killing them. I don't discriminate."

Kid: Equal-opportunity murderer.

Killer: If a man gropes a woman is front of him, he gropes the man and sees how he likes it. Then he beats the guy's ass (often fatally). He may be homicidal, but he has standards.

Bege: "If Pez is gay, or figures out that he's actually a girl, that's fine. I'll be happy with a son-in-law or a daughter."

Ace: Is happy to be eye-candy. Thinks that it's only fair.

Kaido: Doesn't misgender people. He has a son, thank you very much, and as badly as he treats Yamato, he will hurt anyone who uses the wrong pronouns.

Izou: "Misgender my sister and I'll fucking kill you."

Katakuri: Put down his sisters and die. Misgender his siblings and die. Imply that there's anything wrong with their orientation and die.

Rocinante: Firmly believes that virginity is a social construct and that women being identified by their relationship to men is the stupidest thing imaginable. (I headcanon him as being just an ally [or, to put it more accurately, a guy who has basic decency] in general.)

#one piece #sanji #roronoa zoro #usopp #brook #jinbei #franky #monkey d luffy #trafalgar law #eustass kid #killer one piece #capone bege #portgas d ace #kaido #one piece izou #charlotte katakuri #donquixote rosinante

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pietropudge · 4 months

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Dad!Brenton!Dick Grayson always asks you to rub sunblock on his ginormous ass at the beach.

He's that super hot dad everyone lusts over. He'll send you pictures of him trying on new pants asking do these make my butt look big.

a/n — tried to combine both, so sorry if its a little awkward! (let me know if you want more of this, too! I'd love to get more dirty with this tbh)

summary — basically both the asks above combined!

warnings — incest! no real smut, just teasing

words — 2k (a little short)

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Most people would consider the walk back to the car to be the worst one after a day at the beach—maybe the walk from the car to the shower to be even worse. It comes after baking in the sun all day, having—and feeling—sand in places that you didn’t even know existed, and lugging the equally dirty beach apparel back with weak arms and a sunburn from the tips of your fingers to your shoulders.

Well, your walk from the parking lot to the beach itself was always the most embarrassing. Everybody was staring, but not at you. They were all staring at your dad, who had nothing but a thin speedo that was two sizes too small and a pair of sunglasses on as he strutted down the beach. He carried his beach chair on his side to make sure that everyone could see his front and back sides—the thin black line going over his ass disappeared between his cheeks seconds after you got out of the car, and his front side was one wrong angle away from flashing someone. You walked behind him, staring at his figure, dreading what would come next. He walked with a certain obliviousness to his step, as if he couldn’t see himself from the next down. Perfectly sculpted, he worked on his figure for moments like these.

There was an alcove of branches forming some shade that you left behind for the harsh sun in order to catch up to your dad. He was already scoping out the few spots left on the beach that would be big enough for the two of you to set up an umbrella, some towels, and most importantly, have some personal space from the other beachgoers. When he found a spot, he flagged you towards it—as if you could miss a sight like him—and you noticed that his hair was already tousled from the breeze, swooping down over his forehead. His hair went all over the place while you were trying to set it up, your dad handling the umbrella and taking his sweet time to be bent over, twisting its base deep into the sand. He retrieved the unbloomed umbrella and its pole and assembled the two, fixing them up to cast shade rather quickly. You laid down the two towels and set the cooler off to the side of them so that it was within reach.

Obviously, the more exposed skin one has when lying out in the open sun, the more sun cream one has to apply. Sometimes, your father wouldn’t even try to hide it when he wanted to be excessive. He drizzled the thick white cream along his chest like it was the perfect dressing to pair with a snack like him. Then he’d stand there, rubbing it in for minutes on end as a few of the people set up around you find any excuse to ogle him. Though he only did the front upper half of his body, the rest was on you to cover as he handed you the lotion.

“Get my back for me, babe.” He said, making sure that everyone in the vicinity knew that he was taken by his own son. He laid down on one of the towels pushed together, making himself comfortable with a book he dug out from the bottom of your wheeler used to bring everything down to the beach.

Dick was the one driving, so he only saw it as a fair way for you to thank him for the beach day. He sat in the driver seat, so you sat with a leg on either side of his lower thighs. He intentionally avoided the spray-on sunscreen to get you to where you are now, a pile of white cream in your hand and an almost full bottle in the other. Between them, your dad’s body waiting for the slick protection. He always had you start with his back, specifically his neck first then moving to his great shoulder blades and all the way down to the small of his back. That part was easy to lather up, the surface being so giving yet firm to your touch. The only issue—if you could even call it that—was how much there was to cover. It prevented you from getting to the one thing that everyone wanted, yet only you could get your hands on.

You had to get his ass, to play with it like it was one of your misadventures in the kitchen. You could pinch it like dough, glowing in the sun and just as soft and pillowy as bread ready to rise. The fat and muscle slipped through your hands, hard to grip on to thanks to the slick sunscreen you rubbed into his cheeks. You would have eaten it if sunblock wasn’t as bitter as the days when you ate out his unwashed ass after a long day at the gym, so you stuck to groping it with your oily hands until you felt that he wouldn’t get his ass burned in the sun. You had to get all of his legs, too. Lifting each one up because he refused to move and lathering them up by encircling your hands around his meaty thighs and calves and shins. He moaned at the way it stretched him. Then, you got to his feet and had to cover them entirely. Sometimes, he’d wiggle his toes to make it take just a little longer.

When all of it was said and done, you looked down on your hard work, the efforts of which had disappeared as all of his soaked into his skin seamlessly with your help.

The empty spot next to him looked inviting, so you laid down next to him after applying sunscreen to yourself the best you could. You got on your stomach next to him, propping yourself up with your elbows next to him in the same way that he was. For hours, you listened to him talk about the book he was reading and all the theories he had about the killer. It was a mystery novel—something he would often read and talk about with you when you were cockwarming with him or pinned under his ass. He needed something to talk about with you, and you could listen to him for hours about anything. Some other things came up between read-aloud passages from the book and theories about what would come after each chapter, like this recent sale you saw on men’s clothes at Dick’s favorite store, or how a bakery opened up in the town over that you wanted to go to. Neither of you ever got in the water, just enjoying each other’s company in swimsuits and speedos that went unregarded.

The walk back to the car was bad, but at least the ride home was entertaining. He had put on his floral button-down that he ditched upon arriving at the beach so that you weren’t too distracted while helping him with the directions to get back home, but it didn’t work because you could still see his ass conforming to the leather seats of the car. You got to see his legs shift between the gas and brake pedal, thighs flexing. The sun was still high and beating down on both of you, even in the air-conditioned car. It meant that when you pulled into the driveway and watched him get out, the leather seats of the car had a line of sweat left on his seat. You almost wanted to lean over a clean it with your tongue. Almost.

The looks didn’t go away when you left the beach, though. Nosy neighbors peeked through their drawn curtains and some were bold enough to check the mail well after the mail truck had swept the street. That hasty movement in your step might have been the worst, because you watched your dad walk up to the door, taking his time to undo the lock and head inside. When he vanished into the house, all eyes went to you, then immediately disappeared when they realized that your dad was the one with all of the blessed genetics they should be caring about, something that you only had a fraction of.

By the time you carried all of the dirty, sand-stricken stuff inside like the towels, dismantled umbrella, and the folded-up wheeler, your dad was already dressed in much less revealing clothes than what you had just seen him in moments earlier.

“Heading somewhere?” You asked as he went for his keys in the pale yellow dish resting on the table near the front door. There was no real point in having one when it was just your car and his, but he would lose them if they weren’t kept in a designated spot.

“We got ahead of ourselves earlier. That sale you told me about ends today, so I’ll be back in a little.” He swung the keys around on his pointer finger before catching them with his hand.

You watched him leave through the same door, his outfit making him less of a show than he was before. His dad-like outfit—which consisted of khakis that curved to his ass nicely, a pink polo, and some shoes you couldn’t really catch the detail of as he walked out—fit the tone of matching with other dads his age, but his physique molded the clothes into a waiting beast. Something like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, an imposter among the typical, expected beer-bellies and receding hairlines. It was good he had you so early into his adulthood so that you could enjoy him now.

But to enjoy his return from the store you told him about earlier—a clothing outlet if you remembered correctly—you decided to freshen up for him. You stripped off your beach clothes and started up a shower that was appropriate for the weather outside, nice and cold. Next to the shower was a hamper and the residing small trash can next to it, both were filled with clothes. You assumed that the trash can contained a pair of your dad’s pants, given that you had seen him wear them not too long ago around the house. They rested on top of the other trash, and looked to have a hole in the backside of them, as if his ass ripped through the fabric. Maybe that’s why he was so determined to hit the beach and the store.

The thoughts washed away with the rest of the sand and sunscreen still ruminating on your skin and down the drain. You thought about relieving yourself, but you hoped that your dad wouldn’t be too long on his little adventure out into the world. You would rather save your load for his ass if he would let you fuck it than let it be wasted on the floor of the shower. Though, the image of your dad filling the shower with you—or even by himself, since he was big enough to have his ass pressed against the glass door at times—was enough to make you pop an unintentional hard-on.

Just until he gets back… you kept repeating. Images and the feeling of his ass in your hands flashed through your head every time you closed your eyes to lean back and rinse the products in your hair out. You finished off the shower without a bang, keeping to your promise that you would wait for your dad.

You dried yourself off and went back to your room to grab some clothes. On the dresser, your phone vibrated loudly. It was a text from your dad—a picture of him shirtless, arm angled over his shoulder so he was capturing the mirror behind him. In it, his bare back funneled down into tight dress pants, hugging his ass in a new way that the khakis he left couldn’t dream of doing. He sent a follow-up text immediately after, surely seeing that you had ‘read’ it just as it was sent, notified by his phone. Do these make my butt look big? It said, and you immediately caved. You sent back a quick, yes, and save the photo to your phone’s camera roll. This would be an awkward walk back to the bathroom after seeing that image…

#nightwing #nightwing x male reader #nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x male reader #dick grayson x you #dick Grayson x son!reader #dad!dick Grayson x male reader #titans x reader #titans x male reader

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mrwavellswaps · 1 year

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A Life He Never Had - Part 2 (Father’s POV)

➡️ Son’s POV ⬅️

Oh god I can’t help but moan, these nipple are so damn sensitive. I know he can hear me as well with my door wide open. It might be a little cruel of me to keep teasing him like this but I just can’t help myself. You know I originally had my doubts but fuck am I glad I decided to steal my Son’s body!

When I’d first bought that switching potion I honestly wasn’t sure if it’d work or not. I would’ve tested it first but apparently it was only good for one use. However I was so fucking desperate to have another chance at the life I never got that I decided to throw all my chips in and risk it.

Next thing you know I’m drugging my own Son after having our weekly meal together and lugging his barely conscious body up to my bedroom. I don’t think think he was fully out but it didn’t make a difference in the end. I was able to get him to drink some of the potion before downing the rest myself. After that I laid down next to him and prayed this stuff was legit.

I wasn’t sure exactly what I was expecting to be honest. One second I was awake and the next I was out cold with my soul being forced out of my body. I could see my old body lying unconscious on the bed next to my Son while his soul was floating next to mine. Only, unlike me, his soul seemed dormant. I knew what I had to do. I used my ghostly hands to grab my Son’s soul before stuffing it inside my 51 year old body and watching as it sealed itself inside forever. Once that was done I turned my attention back to his young sleeping body. With a lick of my lips I dove down with a hunger for the youth that body was about to grant me.

Waking up that next morning had to have been the greatest moment of my life. The second I returned to consciousness my eyes shot wide open, eager to inspect my new form. Looking down I certainly wasn’t disappointed. I was so lean, muscular and hairless that it seemed unreal. And when I looked to the side to see none other than my fat old body, that’s when I knew this for real.

The first thing I did was throw off my Son’s clothes and get a good look at his, or should I say my, naked body and I have to say I was more than impressed with what I saw. Not only did he have some very well sculpted muscle from years of hard work but he had a cock on him like a horse! It had to be at least twice the size of my old one so there’s no way he got it from me. Same with this ass! I remember turning in the mirror and being genuinely shocked at how well shaped my Son’s big bubble ass was compared to my relatively flat one. Whatever the case they belonged to me now and I was gonna use them however I goddamn pleased.

Truth be told I’d actually done a little preparation before hand in the hopes that the swap would be a success. I’d done a little shopping for my new body in the form of some fun new clothes to try on. Mainly underwear. I grabbed them from my secret little stash and started trying them on one by one. Jock straps, speedos and just a bunch of saucy underwear. And let me tell you I looked fucking incredible. The way they all stretched over my ass and bulge was nothing short of breath taking. With a body like this I couldn’t have been more certain I’d be able to bag a guy to fuck my brains out.

I eventually decided to head downstairs and make myself a coffee, still wearing a kinky pair of white briefs at the time, when I heard a scream come from upstairs. I shook my head knowing that he’d finally woken up so I grabbed my cup and made my way back up to him. When I got there he nothing short of was hysterical. Especially when he saw me in these briefs. Yelling and screaming about what the hell was going on but I just couldn’t help smiling and teasing him. I think I even gave my ass a smack just to see what he would do. I thought he’d try to punch me honestly but he must’ve been in too much shock I suppose.

Ever since then my life has felt like a living a dream. One of the very first things I did was break up with my son’s girlfriend. I might have his body but I still don’t care much for chicks at all. Dick is all I wanted. All I needed. And I was now more certain than ever that I was gonna get it.

Almost as soon as I could I was heading out to all sorts of gay clubs and signing up to hook-up apps and let me tell you it wasn’t long before I had stud after stud in my bed. Guys I would never have had a chance with before now drooling over me as much as I was over them. It was a little… painful at first I’ve gotta say. Considering my Son was straight before I took his body it only made sense that his hole was as tight as could be but I was working on loosening it up. With every fat cock I took up there it got easier and easier. Some might consider me a man whore now but can you really blame an old man for wanting to catch up on all that he missed out on.

Originally when I’d first gotten this body I was partly considering keeping up my Son’s ritual of shaving his body and facial hair to stay smooth. After all I’d been so hairy for so long that it was kinda nice to be so smooth for once. But after quite a few of the guys that fucked me suggested growing out some fur again I decided to do just that. I prefer a more masculine look anyway. And so over the coming month I simply let my body grow its natural hair again and allowed a short beard to form which I’ve gotta say seems to have gained me some extra attention.

I’ve gotta say though I’ve really enjoyed teasing my Son since the swap. Does that make me a bad person? Probably. Am I gonna keep doing it? Absolutely! It’s just too much fun to walk around the house with barely any clothes on just so I can not only flaunt what he used to have but also show him how much of a slut I’d made his body now. I made sure to reinforce that even further whenever I brought a guy home by moaning as loud as possible to make sure he heard. Just to make sure he knew I was getting his former straight guy hole filled to brim with cum. And just for good measure I made sure to tell him all about it afterwards.

You know before all this I thought I was a total bottom. That is until I slept with a much more versatile dude. He was a pretty big bear of a man and made sure to fuck me good first. But after he’d pumped his load inside me, he started to compliment me a lot on the size of my cock. I was flattered of course but when he asked if I’d ever used it I said I hadn’t ever really considered topping before. Well wouldn’t you know it the next minute he’s bent over and displaying his furry ass for me. I was a little apprehensive at first but once I shoved myself inside and started pumping, I gotta say it wasn’t bad. I’ll probably still bottom most of the time but maybe topping here and there could be fun after all with my Son’s huge fat cock under my control.

Speaking of cock this thing just doesn’t stop! For over ten years I’d been struggling to get my old dick fully hard but this one does it all the time! Even just the slightest glance at a hot guy, especially when there was nobody else around, and boom! Massive erection! It’s fucking amazing! I’m jerking off all the time and squirting my young new seed on everything I own when I’m not just having straight up sex. I forgot how endless the sex drive is for guys in their early twenties… though I’m certain I was never this horny when I was originally this age.

And that brings me back to present, sat in my new bedroom tweaking my nipples and groaning as loudly as possible. My young cock beginning to strain against this new jockstrap I bought myself. You should see the way it frames my ass. I’m sure the guy that I’m having over tonight will appreciate it.

Speaking of, I’ve had this guy around a few times now and honestly I’m really starting to like him. Maybe after he’s filled my ass again I’ll ask him out for dinner. Wouldn’t that be something. My first ever date with a man. I hope he says yes!

Until then I’ll just keep enjoying my new body and all it has to offer while shoving it in the face of its former owner. I couldn’t be more happy that this swap is irreversible…

#magic #male body swap #male body theft #permanent #identity theft #father and son #jock #dad #hairy #straight to gay

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fascinatingmale · 17 days

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April 6 - pink

6, 16, 26 "in the PINK"

Tom Daley, born 1994 - OBE (Order of the British Empire)

Tom is a British diver and television personality. Specializing in multiple events, he is an Olympic gold medallist in the men’s synchronized ten-meter platform event at the 2020 Olympics and double world champion in the FINA ten-meter platform event, winning in 2009 at the age of fifteen, and again in 2017. He is an Olympic bronze medallist in the 2012 platform event, the 2016 synchronized event, and the 2020 platform event, making him the first British diver to win four Olympic medals. Daley also competes in team events, winning the inaugural mixed team World title in 2015. He is a 5-time European champion and a 4-time Commonwealth champion.

On 2 December 2013, Daley released a YouTube video announcing that he had been in a relationship with a man since early that year. Daley said speaking out about his private life had been a tough decision. Still, he had never felt love, which happened quickly when he met his husband, American film screenwriter, director and producer Dustin Lance Black.

#sons-from-adam #Tom Daley #Olympic medal Tokyo #male speedo style #OBE #British diver #hunky guy #Dustin Lance Black

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boatdriinks · 6 months

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@starlightduo

Invites to these things were basically useless to Kerry. Or, they had been. That invite from Hansen to go perform at his stupid ass party at the Black Sapphire had been very quickly thrown into his fire pit. Fuck that son of a bitch. But, when he'd ended up with a yacht party invite from a fellow MSM contracted artist, Kerry thought... y'know, why the fuck not?

Wasn't being forced to perform. Didn't seem like it was to send some stupid ass message 'r anything. He could just get drunk and enjoy himself. No blowin' up this one, this time.

On the date of the party, Kerry decided to keep things relatively simple. A small pair of trunks rather than a speedo, a tasteful overshirt that he'd be able to take off while tanning. And, of course, a pair of sunglasses to keep people from noticing a few glances (or Kerry likely passing out in his chair).

"Mr. Eurodyne, welcome," the security greeted, earning them a short nod of approval as he was allowed past the threshold and onto the yacht.

#v; i promise you i'm not broken #starlightduo #you're no solo act { kerry interactions }

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scotianostra · 3 months

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January 26th marks Australia Day.

Scots played many key parts in the story of Australia, we were convicts, soldiers and governors; orphans, free settlers and gold hunters; bushrangers, merchants and immigrants.

Although it is sometimes said of nineteenth-century Sydney that it was an English city, in contrast with the more Scottish city of Melbourne, people of Scottish origin have played important roles in the development and life of Sydney. They have been there from the very beginning.

For hundreds of years Scots have packed up their families and their belongings and sailed to Australia to start a new life.

When Australia needed workers between 1832 and 1850 about 16,000 Scots became ‘assisted immigrants’. They boarded chartered ships, like the 50-ton ship Stirling Castle, chartered from Alan Kerr and Company, Greenock, alongside skilled stonemasons, engineers, carpenters, blacksmiths and even professors. In the same period more than 20,000 Scots travelled to Australia as unassisted immigrants.

The majority of Scottish emigrants were from the Lowlands but around 10,000 Highlanders boarded chartered ships to Australia between 1837 and 1852.

The 20th century continued to see Scots migrate to Australia. In the 1920s Scots stonemasons helped to build the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Scots miners from Lanarkshire, Fife and Ayrshire worked in coal mines in New South Wales in the '20s and '30s. In 1929 Alexander MacRae, originally from Loch Kishorn in the Highlands, first produced the famous Australian swimming ‘cossie’ - Speedos.

In 1930 MacRobertson Chocolates created Freddo Frog. Macpherson Robertson, the founder of ‘Mac Robertson Steam Confectionery Works’ that later became simply MacRobertson Chocolates, was the son of a Scottish carpenter. He spent many of his early years in Leith and became an apprentice at a confectionery company. When his family moved back to Melbourne he started making sweets in his mother’s bathroom.

Robertson became a great philanthropist as well as a hugely successful chocolate maker. He sponsored the MacRobertson Air Race from London to Melbourne, and financed a combined British, Australian and New Zealand expedition to the Antarctic. A part of the Antarctic was named ‘Mac Robertson Land’ in his honour.

Today Freddo Frog is the most popular children’s chocolate in Australia.

After the Second World War thousands of Britons set sail for Australia. Between 1947 and 1981 more than a million Britons took advantage of an assisted passage scheme introduced by the Australian Government. Around 170,000 Scots left the country of their birth to become ‘Ten Pound Poms’ and start a new life Down Under.

During the past 24 hours there have been protests in Australia as part of a campaign to move Australia day to a date more fitting to the indigenous people of the country, names they give to January 26th include Survival Day, Invasion Day, Day of Mourning.

Gammeya Dharawal man, Jacob Morris, said there isn’t one emotion that fully captures the day.

"It's a day of teaching. It's a day of celebrating as well. We're not up there celebrating the Union Jack, we're celebrating us," he says.

But the day also reminds Jacob of the treatment of First Nations people throughout history.

"Anger … that is still what is felt today and that comes from the sadness, trauma and the hurt," he said.

#Australia #scotland #scottish #history

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ariesbilly · 5 months

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Inspired by a dream I had during my nap lmfao + a little bit of the she will be loved music video with a twist but like

Billy in his 20s hooking up with mr harrington who’s a rich divorcee kinda going through a midlife crisis, hence becoming a sugar daddy to a guy his sons age. At first Steve loathes billy, always hanging around his house, lounging by the pool in the skimpiest speedos (if he bothers wearing anything at all), wearing his dads clothes, sometimes wearing Steve’s clothes, eating all his food. It’s annoying

And it’s not a real relationship (small blessings) but the whole thing still skeeves Steve out, and initially he puts most of the blame on Billy

Until one night billy comes over for a date, but mr Harrington has a business emergency he’s gotta run out for, “shouldn’t take too long, just stay put and hang out with Steve”

Steve does NOT want to do that, is planning to hide in his room or something but, it’s his house, he’s not gonna make himself a prisoner in it.

So anyway after some initial awkwardness they slowly start talking to each other, easing into it. Eventually Steve can’t hold his tongue anymore tho and he’s gotta ask why the hell billy is with his dad, cuz like, it’s obviously not love or anything real, right?

And billy confesses it’s definitely not love (big shocker there), but it’s security. Talks about how shitty his dad was growing up and with mr h it’s nice having someone take care of him, financially, sexually…(Steve gags)

And after that Steve sees Billy for what he is; just a poor sad kid trying to get by in the world, find some belonging.

Things change between them after that. They get friendly, hang out whenever Steve’s dad isn’t around and billys waiting. It’s nice.

Steve’s…maybe developing feelings. A dangerous thing given everyone’s relationships but honestly it’s just making him mad knowing he could give billy something real if given the opportunity while his dad is just… passing time. Doing something to get him through his sad miserable life.

It all comes to a head when one night while billys over, gone off to the bathroom or something, Steve and his dad get into a huge fight over Steve’s life having no direction and Steve once again confronting his father about how fucked up this whole thing with billy is.

Low blows are exchanged. Mr Harrington threatens to cut Steve off. Steve storms out of the room, running on pure rage and spite. Runs into Billy as he’s coming out of the bathroom and just…kisses him. Shoves him back into the bathroom and locks the door and doesn’t give him time to speak before he’s ripping billys shirt off.

And billy this entire time has been harboring his own developing crush so while he’s confused what brought this all on…he’s not exactly complaining.

Steve ends up bending billy over the counter, Billy lets him have his way. Their eyes lock in the mirror…everything changes.

So from then on billy is still seeing mr h but hooking up with Steve on the side. Under the same roof. (He’s such a whore god bless him)

And Mr Harrington is no dummy. He sees their relationship changing. Notices the flirty touches and banter when they think they’re alone. He’s not happy about it.

And a certain point billys emotionally checked out of his thing with mr h but like he still needs the money.

And Steve’s not happy about this but…it’s not like he can offer much better

Mr Harrington of course does not like to be made to feel like he’s having the wool pulled over his eyes.

If he gets angry at billy one night and is grabbing him and shoving him and Steve runs in between them to protect Billy… what then

So anyway billy chooses Steve and Steve chooses Billy over his dad’s money (which like…he still had his mom so it’s not a total loss…) and they run off into the sunset together the end :)

#harringrove

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fishfission-dc · 1 year

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i’ve decided to personally believe that they didn’t retcon pants onto dick and jason, this is just their winter uniform. i choose to believe that bruce would not let his sons out in the new jersey winters in a speedo, and forced them to wear pants in the winter months

#no obviously this is not canon compliant #i just want the little speedo to be canon i think it’s funny #batman #dc robin #dick grayson #jason todd #incorrect dc quotes

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gabessquishytum · 3 months

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Resort AU AU -- with Hob and Dream closer in age.

Instead of being an older creep, Hob is at the resort with his parents - so he's a young creep. He's still smacking Dream's ass, in his short shorts, but it is written off as douche rich dudebro behavior.

Hob has always had a crush on Dream and he might have worked on his parents to go to a fancy Endless resort for the family vacation knowing that this is the year that Dream has to choose one to work at (Dream doesn't like the cold, so there were only a few resorts he could possibly choose; and for all the ways that Hob is a rich boy dick, he's actually just as smart as Dream. Aaaaand he may know more about Dream's likes & dislikes,,,,what with the stalking deep attention paying. (They would match up sooner, if Hob got out of his own way.)

Hob gets to show of his hot young body and try to entice Dream back to his room (that he doesn't share with his parents). And because they are both babies, when they get together there is more sneaking around, late night kisses on the beach and (fumbly) learning how to have sex with each other/another person sex.

AHHH horny douche fuckboy Hob trying to seduce poor long-suffering Dream!! Hob is so cocky (and he's borderline harassing Dream at this point, it's only the fact that Dream likes the attention that excuses him). Dream is a proper little ice prince. The secret is that they're both horny virgins and it takes them about 45 seconds to cum, but they're enjoying themselves.

Hob’s parents are quite glad to be rid of him, to be honest - they can relax while their adorable dumbass son flexes his muscles and follows Dream around. Dream, meanwhile, has been secretly putting himself on the rota as a poolboy for 2 weeks in a row so he can mix drinks and hang out in a tiny black speedo, oogling Hob as he shows off in the water.

Hob even sweet talks his parents into hiring a car for him, so he can drive Dream around (and fuck him in the backseat). At one point Dream gets given some weed by one of the other young staff members, and they get absolutely stoned on the beach and have terrible sandy sex. By this point Hob is a lot less douchey and a lot more golden retriever boyfriend-y and Dream is totally whipped for him, although there's still a lot of public groping going on. Fortunately Hob is still his parents' little darling, so he can easily persuade them to extend the holiday for a couple more weeks.

He's definitely not leaving until Dream promises to be his forever, not just as a summer fling. For all his secret heart of gold, Hob is still possessive, and he's not letting some other rich dickhead get their hands on what's his!

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw drugs

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