#which is more difficult

[dr-lizortecho]

okay, but like how well does the whole stupid ass DC Rnm au work? Liz as Batman (obviously my girl is trauma and genius and ethics rolled into a strange little batsuit wearing, crazy ass impulsive choices weirdo) and Max as Wonder Woman- cause made from earth and lightning??? built and blessed into the perfect weapon (obviously changing a lot of reasonings and rolls within her lore) while Jones fulfills a mix of Ares and Ra’s Al Ghul??? the villian romantically linked to the leader of Themyscira and also responsible for creating the perfect genetic vessel to possess to replace his own damaged body from the long term use of the Lazarus pits for immortality, I could add in all sorts of rolls for everyone else but imagine Arturo as Alfred, like the wise one with his head in his shoulders but also actually he’s more insane and dangerous then his daughter after all- Liz built her company from the ground up after school, Rosa was caught up in one of the local mobs because she tried to deal in their streets- resulting in her death while Liz was in middle school, and she vowed to rid Gotham of its crime, by creating jobs and offering healthcare and benefits to almost anyone who needed them- founded scholarships and when all of that didn’t did the corporations profiting off of cruelty and mobs then she took to actively fighting, going for the mob bosses one at a time and getting steeped in a world of insanity until she couldn’t even recognize her own face- between who she was, the grief and hard work that never meant anything and the soft indents of the bat cowl still pressed into her cheeks, then this alien finds himself in Gotham, literally with a golden lasso of truth, declaring his full legal name as he fights against the corruption in her city, and she can’t even find a way to say her name while touching the lasso, is she Liz Ortecho anymore??? or a broken facsimile of her glued together with violence and blood???

[cheeriecherry]

For the 5-sentence prompt could you do one of viktor getting caught touching himself by the reader ans they end up willingly helping him Please?👉👈

NSFW ahead! MDNI

Viktor knew what he was getting into when he gave you a spare key, he really did. You were his best friend - loud, energetic, kind and smart, although a little tactless and blunt at times - and he knew how you loved to barge into his workplace unannounced, to tell him about ‘the weird little cat you found in the garbage can behind that dessert place by the edge of town’. He knew all this, and still he had foolishly assumed that your respect for his apartment would be different than that of the lab; assumed -stupidly- that you wouldn’t one day throw his door open to find him with his trousers around his thighs. But there you are, standing stock still in the middle of his doorway, staring with your mouth open like some kind of adorable fish, while he tries in vain to find something to cover himself.

And of all the things you could do in such a situation -leave, apologize, cover your eyes- you instead say, “Wow, I’ve never wanted to put someone’s cock in my mouth so badly.” Which of course flusters him, and leads to a somewhat heated argument about how ‘You shouldn’t just barge into people’s rooms!’ and ‘Well then you shouldn’t be tugging it while moaning your best friends’ name!’ and all somehow ends with you marching right over to Viktor’s bedside and dropping to your knees in front of him. He’s rightfully incredulous, annoyed that you’d play such a cruel prank on him; but then your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip and he sees the warm little sparkle in your eyes, and realizes you’re not joking.

He hesitantly uncovers himself while you sit there patiently, waiting for him to give you the go-ahead: and when he does? When you wrap your warm hand around him and coyly lower your head to take the tip of his cock in your mouth? His soul almost leaves his body, and you take his soft whine as permission to swallow more of him. He curses quietly, the more you work on him. He’d done this before in the past -had drunken little trysts with strangers from parties, and heated flings with the occasional classmate- but it had never felt like this. Never had he felt so entirely consumed by another person, by their touch or their words or their presence: but you had such a way about you, and Viktor was well and truly enamored. 

And you’re smitten with the way he bends to your will, the way he’s reduced to a trembling mess as you stroke him. Every touch seems to ignite a new reaction in him; every squeeze of your fist, every curl of your tongue, every pop of your lips wet against him. You had always wondered what he’d look like in the throes of pleasure, and now that you had him at your mercy, he was decidedly stunning: the crease between his brows, the wrecked moans falling from parted lips, the shake of his thighs and clench of his fingers in your hair. He gives almost no warning when he comes, and the strangled curse that escapes him suggests that it may have taken him by surprise as well: but it’s no matter. He rushes to find you something to spit into, but instead you part your lips to show him that you’ve swallowed. His eyes darken in a way that makes you whine, and he pulls you to your feet. “You,” he says sharply, grabbing you by the waist to pull you down on the bed with him, “are a vixen. Dangling such pleasure in front of me like a cat with a string.” He rolls on top of you, and pushes the hem of your shirt up to lay an open-mouthed kiss on your tummy, amber eyes peeking up at you through thick dark lashes. “Be assured, my sweet, since I have now had a taste of you; you will not be leaving this bed until I have had my fill, or until you are begging me to stop.”

[postersbykeith]