#sorry chat

price who spreads them out on his tongue, your whines and moans filling the room while the lieutenant fishes out his cock to start jerking his fat fuckin' cock--

kyle and johnny who are too dumbfounded but simon breaks their stunned looks

"look alive, our cap's givin us a fuckin' show," simon huffs, stroking his dick to the sounds of your sloppy cunt and needy pleas.

"better fuckin' appreciate it or he won't do it again, lads."

you've never seen two men pull their pants down faster and wrap their hands on each others' cocks.

thinking about going and playing pool with him and the z-team after hours

he's good, like ridiculously good. it's gotta be an intelligence thing and less of a luck thing.

so when you go to make your shot - bent at the hips over the table, laser-focused down the end of your cue - and feel his body leaned down over yours, it catches you off guard for a moment. how could it not? even worse is when you can almost feel his snout brushing the shell of your ear.

"don't aim for that one, you'll miss." he speaks so matter-of-factly that it's annoying. you can't even protest or move from him before he's got you by your hips and moves you slightly to the left, lining you up to hit a straight shot into a corner pocket. "riiight.. there."

Explode me if too much for this site, amen sorry chat

Now for the the The thing I had in my brain for at least two months and only got into drawing now. Dialogue may be off, its not a thing I do often

Its out of my brain now. Amen.

Also in line for silly stupid headcanons;

Loop pulsates (so you can feel their heartbeat before you touch them but you have to be close enough) like a star and instead of hearing their heartbeat you just hear something like the sun sonification thing that nasa did a while ago.

It sounds a lot like a microwave but for everyone there it would sound so weird, at best. Scary at worst...

Loop can't hear it mostly for the same reasons we usually don't hear our body functioning; It just filters out. A panic attack or anything of that kind would be so extra terrifying, though

Dex-Starr who finally got justice for his owner's killer is no longer angry and no longer sustained by the red lantern ring. Danny taking the ghost kitty into his arms as he follows his gut through the Infinite Realms to find the kitty's owner. When he sees the little cottage he doesn't stay for the reunion knowing he will bawl his eyes out, but the next time Cujo drops by for a visit there is a cat with him and the cat helps reign in the excitable pup.

If we make it deadtired I think Dex-Starr could become a blue lantern because of Tim. He is hopeful he will be able to enjoy time with this new human. He is better able to protect him and when he meets with his previous owner he can tell her how good of a kitty he was. Tim is an animal whisperer so that's why Tim was specifically chosen for the blue lantern Dex-Starr route.

He’ll pull all the way out, so just the tip of his cock rests flush inside you, watching the way you flutter for him, knees shaking, before he sinks languorously deep, bottoming out until his heavy balls slap hard against your clit.

It’s so devious, how he revels in you struggling to hold yourself together, starstruck and dampened lashes pressed into your pillow. Rapturous, he toys with your arousal, tugs it this way and that between his fingers until you’re gasping, limp, silken with it and desperate for a release.

A master puppeteer. Devoted to his art.

Intermittently he stops, slides his twitching cock from the clutch of your pussy and spreads you wide from the back. He eats you out proudly there, damaged mouth curling against the swollen flesh, forearms locked around your thighs so you can’t squirm when he swipes his tongue across your tighter, puckered hole.

Only when you’re melting under his intensity does he stop. The grunts between your legs cease, his spit left pooling and wanton in the seams of your ass and cunt, so wet it would be shameful if you had any shame left to offer him.

A thick wrist makes its way around your waist, rough palm holding you up against him, the coarse, dark hair on his stomach pressing on your lower back as his slicked lips find the shell of your ear. You feel his cock hard and jutting against your clit, not nearly enough pressure, brushing it teasingly until you buck.

You grind against the heaviness of his shaft until he laughs, low and rasping in the thick of his throat.

“What is it you are wanting little one…? You tell us.”

“Need to come.” Gasping, you can’t reach that peak yourself, it’s entirely within his paws, the power entirely at his leisure to give you.

“Ahh but Solnishko…we are not finished yet.” Nikto’s breath is warm, his teeth making indents on the skin of your shoulders. “You are not enjoying it? Impatient, always wanting your finish, this is not a virtue we think?”

“Please Niki!”

He pauses, seemingly thinking it through. Then runs his free hand along the cleft of your ass, landing a sharp slap there that makes you whimper.