Blocking The View

February 21, 2024

happy yaoi day here's an edit no one cares about except me

fuckk im tryna hit oh my god my shit is throbbinggg this ain't no joke😭

i forget this yik yak from my former college isnt like a viral meme because i say it so fucking much. trying not to shidfart my panta

awsten's always so weird about his butthole and claims he'll never look at it so do you think you'd ever let otto (or anyone really) give him a rimjob?

yes. of course. awsten thinks about it a lot after he gives otto his own ("eat ass" is his middle name after all) and otto sees how squirmy awsten gets when he brings up returning the favor so otto doesn't push him too hard about it until awsten goes "...actually i might be interested"

but awsten has to Prepare ofc so he gets waxed and bleached and all that before the night otto eats him out.

it's weird at first, the way awsten feels almost nothing but hot breath down there but when otto goes at it, flicking his tongue inside him, tasting him like awsten's his last meal, and fucking him on his tongue awsten's pretty sure he'll come on the spot

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Battinson on Twitter Part 6: Make Lemonade

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To: Bruce Wayne | brucewayne@wayneenterprises.com

From: Michelle Baum | mbaum@gothampr.com

Subject: URGENT

Bruce,

Are you awake? I can't get a hold of you.

Call me back NOW. What is going on?!

I can't believe this.

-Michelle

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Bruce woke up with a sore leg. He'd seen Dick swinging around on a chandelier yesterday and had taken a flying leap to try to get to him before he fell. Dick hadn't fallen but Bruce had: The newly-waxed floor (that he'd had to clean himself because Alfred had been cross about Bruce spray painting it again) and his woolen socks hadn't been a good combination and he'd landed heavily on his hip.

It was dark outside. Bruce checked his phone and saw that Selina had sent him a long string of cat emojis. He responded with a single bat. He then deleted the notifications from Michelle and hauled himself out of bed with a groan.

"Why do I still hurt?" Bruce hissed when he saw Alfred approach the doorway.

"Welcome to your thirties, Bruce." Alfred tossed a file on the bed. "Sign these. You're funding a new library in the Narrows."

"Okay. Gotta check on Dick first."

"He's still playing his Robot game. He was hollering about getting eight thousand Robot Bucks or whatever they're called--"

Bruce sprinted out the door, skidded down the hall, and crashed into Dick's room. And there was Dick on his iPad, curled up in the corner and smirking at him like a little gremlin.

"Did you use my credit card again?" Bruce asked. "I'm taking your iPad away if you did."

"No." Dick clutched his iPad to his chest with one hand and sprung onto a nearby column, shimmying his way up to the ceiling.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing."

Bruce frowned. Fine. If Dick wanted to be stubborn, he could wait him out. Surely it wasn't anything too bad.

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I’m hoping Amy isn’t a damsel in distress in movie 4 but if they make her one this is the only way I want it

good riddance live