#plumbers

[miryum]

☆ 18+ minors dni ☆

Landlord!Jason Todd wanted to do something with Bruce’s money. He had seen firsthand the sorrows of Gotham and even though he grew up under a billionaire's wing, poverty was never something one forgot

Landlord!Jason Todd did indeed have a dichotomy of morals from both his days on the street and as Batman’s protege, but one belief he took away from both was that the rich weren’t doing anything to help the majority

Landlord!Jason Todd took his remarks to Bruce. The billionaire was a philanthropist but urged his son to do the same. He gave Jason enough funds to buy a series of apartment buildings from corrupt landlords who were grossly overcharging their tenants

Landlord!Jason Todd entirely changed things. He lowered the rent and incorporated fixed prices. People came flocking in and soon he was making a steady profit. It also helped that he was skilled in handy things around the buildings and didn’t need to pay for plumbers or electricians unless truly out of his depth. (His childhood days stealing hubcaps and working with his hands were extremely useful. Who knew?)

Landlord!Jason Todd knew you as a name on a lease. You had moved into one of his apartments after graduating from Gotham University and needed a cheap place to live

Landlord!Jason Todd had met you once, when you first moved in. He gave you his number and you saved him in your phone as “Hot Landlord”

Landlord!Jason Todd showed up in jeans and a tight white t-shirt. From the moment you let him into your apartment, he could feel the heat. Your A/C was definitely not working. Controversy, you were in a tank-top and shorts. As he got to work, he wiped a sheen of sweat from his forehead. Meanwhile, you were all but gawking at your landlord. You knew a lot of pornos started this way, but holy shit, you didn’t understand the appeal until now. Not only was he hot, but it was like Jason’s presence in your apartment followed you. You tried to get some work done – dishes, emails, and whatnot, but you were acutely aware of him

Landlord!Jason Todd tried not to listen into your call when your phone rang, but what else was he supposed to do? The conversation didn’t get interesting until your voice dropped and you muttered into the phone, “babes, my hot landlord is here fixing my A/C. God, it’s like a fine snack just there in my living room.” You laughed and continued, “I almost wanna go in being like, ‘oh, no, I can’t pay my rent! However can I repay you?’” 

Landlord!Jason Todd was a gentleman and didn’t wanna capitalise on that, especially since he didn’t know if you were joking or not, but his pants definitely got tighter

Landlord!Jason Todd knew he was attractive – he had been hit on many times before, but he did let his mind wander as if to what might happen with you. He wasn’t blind, after all, and your tank-top didn’t leave much to the imagination

Landlord!Jason Todd fixed the A/C and left but was horribly distracted the rest of the day

Landlord!Jason Todd got another text from you three weeks later. There was apparently a problem with your fridge. Jason was in the middle of a Bat-family dinner and just stood up, his chair screeching out from under him. “Gotta go,” he said simply, ignoring everyone’s protests

Landlord!Jason Todd stepped into your apartment with ease. “No problem at all. What’s the issue?” You were in the middle of dinner yourself and making noodles. You showed him the problem and practically drooled over him as he rolled up his sleeves, kneeled down, and got to work

Landlord!Jason Todd made idle conversation with you, but it wasn’t long before his hands migrated to your legs and his kneeling position aided him greatly in eating you out on the kitchen counter. Your nails dug into his forearms as you gasped out at the sight before you and the sensations Jason was bringing you. One of his hands was spreading your legs apart and the other was anchored on your hip. Your noodles burned, but neither of you cared

Landlord!Jason Todd was a talker during sex. He liked missionary best as you soon learned, wanting to see you as you came apart. That didn’t stop him from driving you into the mattress however, the headboard slamming into the wall. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix the plaster if it breaks,” he reassured you in a gruff voice as sweat beaded on his forehead. “Been thinking about this ever since I fixed the A/C. Heard you on the phone, you know.” You could only let out a little noise as his hips pumped into yours, rocking your body back and forth

Landlord!Jason Todd made fuck-buddies-with-your-landlord a great experience for you. He could stop in whenever and was very good at playing out your fantasies. Suddenly, your appliances just started breaking all the time and so there was no other choice but for him to come over and fix them. Oh no, how horrible. He would refuse any type of payment other than you in bed, clothes stripped off

Landlord!Jason Todd really really liked eating you out. He was a proud eater and would grow out his stubble or shave it, depending on what he wanted to give you that day. His stubble had even turned a lighter colour from how much time he spent between your legs

Landlord!Jason Todd didn’t love quickies or phone sex. He would still do them, especially if you were begging him to, but liked to take his time with you and do multiple rounds

Landlord!Jason Todd was very good at aftercare. He would wrap you up in one of his sweaters he conveniently had brought with him and clean you up so gently. He loved to tuck an arm under your head and you loved to subsequently bite his bicep usually leading to round two

Landlord!Jason Todd who was a bit nervous to ask you out officially. He loved your little rendezvous and knew you did too (you frequently made comments on how perfect his body was and would run your hands through his hair after sex) but didn’t want to fuck it up. Think of how awkward that would make it all, especially because of the power dynamic. He would never even consider using his position as your landlord against you and he made sure to tell you that over the dinner he took you to and the bouquet of flowers he got you

Landlord!Jason Todd who was actually surprised when you laughed and said, “of course I want to go out with you!” He hadn't believed it at first, thinking you had just wanted a good fuck, but when he saw your smile, he knew you were serious

Landlord!Jason Todd was a bit quieter of a man until it came to sex. He would let you take the lead with most conversations and was very polite whenever meeting your friends or family (though you knew his sarcastic sense of humour would come out when he felt more comfortable around them). However, when he had you in bed it was like he had no filter. Every comment about how perfect your body was or how you felt around his cock escaped him. The obscene things he would tell you he was gonna do to you while already fucking you made you even more wet

Landlord!Jason Todd had more talents other than the sex, though. Because of his naturally quiet nature, he was an incredible listener that absorbed things like a sponge. He remembered so many little details about you and utilised them magnificently. He would randomly buy little gifts or send you pictures of your favourite colour out in nature with the caption, “thinking of you,” which he constantly was

Landlord!Jason Todd was an incredible cook as well (everyone, thank Alfred)

Landlord!Jason Todd who, on your one year anniversary, realised your contact name for him still hadn't changed

Landlord!Jason Todd got teased relentlessly by his family about how obsessed he was over you 

Landlord!Jason Todd knew he was gonna marry you when you slapped him over the head after mocking Damian at a Bat-family dinner

Landlord!Jason Todd let Bruce pay for the wedding, but Jason paid for the ring

Landlord!Jason Todd who proposed in your apartment after cooking you dinner. He was nervous as hell and stuttered over some words, but knew in his heart that you were it for him. He was so relieved when you said yes

[yesterdaysprint]

The Daily Graphic, New York, January 5, 1881

[keozrb]

The Manliest Man 2: Turn 10

| Turn Start | Previous Turn | Next Turn |

Chapter 10 – Uniforms of Fate

The game board shimmered before them — glowing slightly, almost humming. They will all happen to land on the final,

Stop Space.

Zack was the first to stop space.

His football pants and jersey vanished off his body in a shimmer of golden energy. In their place: a full navy-blue plumber's jumpsuit. It fit tightly around his bulkier frame — especially his chest and arms, where his new muscle had thickened — but what drew everyone's attention was the back.

“Oh, come on,” Zack groaned.

There was a cutout on the backside, right above his butt. His new plumber’s crack peeked out, completely exposed. No amount of pulling or adjusting helped. It just rode lower every time he tried.

A heavy leather utility belt with wrenches and pliers clanked around his waist, like he'd been on-call for years.

“You look like you’re about to crawl under a sink on national TV,” Ty chuckled.

“Shut up,” Zack muttered, blushing. “This isn’t funny.”

The next turn Ty landed on the stop space.

His gear melted away into black fabric — reforming into a full-on police patrol uniform: buttoned-up black shirt, cargo pants tucked into heavy boots, and a bulging gun holster with a badge gleaming on his chest.

The shirt was tight — barely containing his growing belly and broad chest. His arms looked massive, the sleeves fighting to stay closed over his thick biceps. His gut pushed out proudly over the belt, a real cop's power belly.

As if to complete the look, a fresh cigar appeared in his hand. He lit it like he’d been doing it every shift for years.

“Damn. I look good,” he said, admiring himself in the reflection of the TV screen.

“You look like you’ve written a few too many parking tickets,” Zack muttered.

“Yeah, and you look like you unclog drains with your ass crack.”

They both stared each other down — but Ty just blew a cloud of smoke and grinned.

The next to hit the stop space was Logan.

The change hit fast.

One second he was in football gear — the next, he was standing in nothing but a skin-tight blue and white speedo, school colors unmistakable. His lean swimmer’s body glistened with a faint sheen, as if he’d just stepped out of a pool. His chest was smooth, his abs fully exposed, and his arms rested easily at his sides.

A small team logo shimmered on the hip of the speedo — and he didn’t even flinch.

Instead, he stretched his arms up like he was about to dive off the blocks.

“Okay… this is weirdly comfortable,” he said, flexing slightly. “I feel faster just wearing this.”

Zack’s mouth opened to respond but stopped — eyes flicking briefly to Logan’s smooth waist and then to the confident gleam in his eye.

But Logan’s gaze wasn’t on Zack. It was on—

Alex was the last to land on the stop space.

His old clothes shimmered, peeled away, and were replaced by a blue and white wrestling singlet, hugging every inch of his thickened, powerful body. His chest pressed forward beneath the straps, and his broad shoulders stretched the material almost to tearing. His thighs looked carved from stone.

He looked… massive.

And confident.

The singlet sported a subtle school crest on the chest, and his white briefs peeked just slightly around his waist beneath the edges.

He caught Logan staring.

And stepped forward.

“Looks like I’m official now,” Alex said, grinning. “Ready to take on the whole damn division.”

Logan tried to reply, but his voice caught in his throat.

“Y-yeah. You… you look the part.”

Alex stood a little closer than necessary — not quite touching, but just near enough that Logan’s eyes drifted again, involuntarily, down and up.

Logan blushed. Again.

Four players. Four roles. Four uniforms.

The changes weren’t theoretical anymore — they were literal. Each of them had been dressed by the game, sealed into their new selves.

Zack: Bald, bearded, and humiliated in a plumber’s jumpsuit with his ass crack showing.

Ty: Thick and smug, chest puffed in his black cop uniform and a cigar hanging from his lips.

Logan: Toned and flushed, trapped in a swimmer’s body and mind, wrestling with feelings he didn’t understand.

Alex: Broad, bulky, and proud — standing tall in his singlet, no longer the kid brother, but a man in full.

The room fell silent for a beat.

Then the board pulsed again — lights dimming slightly.

The game wasn’t over.

Not yet.

| Next Turn |

[choppednightmareconnoisseur]

Team C Construction! We obviously know what C stands for... crack Kills, Butt crack, plumbers crack, and or say no to crack! It's any of the above! This foreman surely needs to learn what a belt is...

[yeahiwasintheshit]

[horny-athletes]

Payment by installments

He readily accepted the payment method I suggested for the repair work while he was working.

Following that method, I paid a considerable amount of semen into his rectum, but because my glans stimulated his prostate each time, semen also spurted from his gorgeous, hard cock every time, so the payment took hours.

Once I'd poured every last drop of semen I could afford into his anus, he said, "I'll be back next week to check on the repairs I just made, so please settle the remaining balance then," and left for his next repair job.

It looks like it'll be quite a while before this wonderful loan is paid off.

[floridaboiler]