#dirk deveraux

[joydoesathing]

when you forget to give your homies blankets at a sleepover

[small-sketch]

The Hanks could fix him I think

[blooz-berrys]

👓🩷Date Everything Chibis !🏠

[kaytub]

put way too much effort into this shitpost but I've wanted to draw this and dirk for awhile soooo

[mattsundaes]

♡ DATE EVERYTHING! — DIRK ♡

18+ — f!reader, masturbation, pillow humping, porn, fingering

your phone screen shines brightly amid the inky darkness of your bedroom, and you almost have half a mind to feel somewhat self-conscious about what you're doing—considering you're a little too aware of how much company you actually have in your house.

the key word being almost.

but right now, you can't bring yourself to care about what your captive audience of household objects might think about you firing up some porn on your phone with a big, plush pillow tucked between your thighs.

not when you've been feeling so pent up these past few days, you can hardly think straight.

whatever, it's not like you haven't been giving them free shows for years, apparently.

you sigh, pressing play on the video.

it starts off promising enough—it's a shot of a man from mid-chest down, sitting amongst a pile of blankets, jeans unzipped, hand palming his half-hard shaft.

he moans softly, quietly, and you reach out to increase the volume as your stomach flutters at his raspy tone.

then he reaches off-camera and procures a silky, black pair of panties. his dick visibly hardens, and he groans as he teases the tip of it with the material. you bite your bottom lip as you slowly rock your hips against the pillow between your legs.

now fully erect, the man's shaft is long and curved, requiring a decent stroke from dexterous-looking fingers that have your mouth watering the more you stare at them. precum leaks from his flushed tip.

it's a pretty cock.

one that you think you'd like to suck.

a whimper escapes your throat as you grind down against the pillow, the corner pressing just right into your swollen clit, and pleasure vibrates up your spine.

the man groans again, gravel-rough, and fuck—you think you could get off to the sound of his voice alone.

you tug your underwear up a little higher over your hips, tightening the pressure against your slick folds, sticky arousal soaking into the fabric.

and then he wraps the panties around his cock, fucking into the fabric, and you inhale sharply at the sight, at the way his hips stutter on the impact.

(like he's not just doing this for show. like he's getting off on this just as much as you are.)

you imagine the feeling of him rubbing his cock against your panties, dragging his shaft up and down your clothed slit until you're a gushing, sloppy mess. until he can't help but pull them aside and plunge inside of you—

he lets out a punched out, needy moan that has you humping your pillow so desperately, your entire bed frame creaks in protest as you tightly grip your sheets and keen.

and then he grabs another pair of panties suddenly, ones that are far less sexy looking. they're white with little daisies printed all over them, and they actually look like the pair you lost in the laundry bas—

the man accidentally hits the camera with his foot, just enough to show his face.

dirk deveraux drags a hand through his tousled, black hair before he throws his head back and gasps as he wraps your underwear around his leaking, throbbing cock.

and for whatever reason, the thought of dirk jerking off with your dirty underwear bypasses any and all mortifying confusion at this situation as you start moaning his name while you rub your pussy up and down on your pillow with frantic need.

"god, this is hot."

you'd probably be a little more startled by the very present sound of dirk's voice if you weren't a drooling, cock drunk mess at this point.

but as it were, you carry on, and this time, when you gasp his name, it's directed right to the man now kneeling beside you on your mattress.

"dirk, please."

dirk chuckles, voice low and syrupy, and your empty hole flutters around nothing as you continue thrusting.

in the video, dirk's pumping his cock so hard, the video footage becomes shaky.

dirk's breath is warm against the shell of your ear as he leans in, and you can feel his body heat folding over your own. "i like using the ones you leave all sticky and wet for me, you know."

you can feel him tug your panties aside, just enough to slide a finger into your tight, dripping hole. your cunt spasms in pleasure, and you buck backward into his touch, trembling and begging. dirk's quick to slide another finger in, like he knows how badly you need to be filled, and you choke out a sob.

with one hand grasping your hip, he guides you back into humping your pillow while he finger fucks you, and the dual sensation has you seeing stars, lips perpetually parted as you pant and whine and shake.

on your phone screen, the dirk in the video lets out a groan that boils over your insides like a flash flood, and pleasure floods your body from head to toe in a slick, gushing downpour as you watch his thick, hot, sticky load of cum shoot right through your panties and leak all over his fist.

dirk kisses the curve of your jaw as he fingers you through your own orgasm, his soft hair tickling your cheek as you leave a soaked mess all over his fingers, your panties, and the pillow.

the video ends, and your phone falls flat onto the mattress, enveloping the room in darkness.

a thick curtain of exhaustion settles over you suddenly as you collapse against your sheets in a pliant heap, and the last thing you hear before falling asleep is dirk's warm, raspy tone murmuring, "same time tomorrow night?"

[sammibeari]

HAPPY ANNIV, DATE EVERYTHING!!!!

Idk if I can tag all these characters there like forty or something of them

[diminand]

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[ashtrayinc]

# (=^▽^)σ dirty dirk .ᐟ

!! - mommy kink, restraints, degradation, i love twinks fuck

“fuuck— that’s how i like it mommy,” dirk drawls with a drunken spell on his voice as he rolls his hips up pathetically; “got me tied up and desperate like, what? like i’m your dirty boy?”

you smile at the reminder of your work, his wrists bound together with some laundry you had torn off his waist.

“that’s exactly what you are,” you purr at him, giving a swipe to one of his pink nipples with your thumb, and he whimpers, then whines, when you dig your nail in a little, “shameless too.”

“can’t, really help it,” he’s huffing when you start to rock your hips against him, “not when all my mommy does is fuck me up,” dirk’s got a sick little smile and matching blush when he stares up at you through his eyelashes.

it pisses you off, the way he says mommy, because you know he’s getting off playing so hard into it.

he’s just as shameless and attention-hungry in his moans, especially when you start bouncing.

“you’re a whore,” you smirk, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look at you, “say it,” loving the way he’s sticking his tongue out for you.

“i’m your whore,” he corrects first, snickering to himself when he catches the way eyes light up, until his mewls garble up and it melts into a wanton moan, “god, you fuck me right..” thick eyelashes flutter and his voice is distorted into nonsensical whimpering as he relinquishes his body to you.

his chest is flushed and he writhes beneath you prettily— really, the typical way his lithe body was veiled beneath layers of assorted pieces of laundry was such a shame. freckled shoulders, hips— a delicate happy trail and steep v-line that compliments his just barely toned torso.

“mommy knows your body well,” you play along, and dirks eyes shoot open— little smile turning delirious.

“and mommy’s gonna make you cum over, and over, and over again,” you fist his messy hair harshly, “you got that, pretty boy?”

“oh, yes, mommy,” dirk winces happily, hissing through his smile, “tear your dirty boy apart.”