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"Babe, c'mon. Please." Oscar stared at the dice in front of him, "Why would I ever agree to let a die roll determine my dick size? For one: there's only six numbers. We would need at least two for it to be fair."

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“Woof, woof!” Percy whimpered and whined as he poked Max’s feet, crotch and face with his muzzle, desperately trying to rouse his owner from his post-training nap. “Arooo! Arooo!” He peppered Max’s face with kisses, desperately glancing at the bathroom door; Max had shut it after his shower, and Percy didn’t dare to stand on two feet to open it. “Bathroom. Please?”

"Who doesn't lock the door?!"

From : Wally West or Jason Todd (Whichever you prefer)

To: Dick Grayson

Dick's head shot up from where it had been resting on his pillow, immediately grasping his blanket and covering himself up. He'd gotten all hot and bothered while watching Jason in the training room and had to excuse himself. "I... I could have sworn I locked that," he murmured, cheeks a deep red in his embarrassment. He really had thought he locked the door, but he'd been pretty foggy with lust by the time he reached his room. @ranodo @ranodo-mobile-3

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"Good morning, handsome." Gole placed a cup of coffee on the bedside table, then straddled Brad's waist with a smile. "Hope you don't mind: I snuck out of bed early to clean the house. But I'm here now." As a golem, Gole's mind was a blank slate: Brad could implant any belief he wanted by scribbling commands on slips of paper and placing them into Gole's mouth. "Do you think it'd be okay if I put you inside of me?"

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“Arf, arf!” Keos’ bark echoed through the hallway as he crawled towards the front door to greet his handler. He wiggled his hips, showing off his ass in the way Brad liked, and nuzzled Brad’s legs as the man tried to remove his shoes. “Woof, woof, woof!” He barked, eagerly nosing at the plastic bag that Brad held in his hand, “Mine?”

@ranodo-mobile-3​ wanted to be accidentally turned to stone

“You were rock hard, dude. So hard.” Percy replied sheepishly as his petrification began to fade. “Just not in the way you wanted, I guess. Sorry about that. But, um, that’s why I try not to make eye contact during BJs.”