#AAAAHHHH!

[fishisoepic]

god i am SO CRAZY OVER TODAYS EPISODE. WHATTHWYHTBDHRGJEHTNSHRH WHAT THE FUCK !!! AAHAHHAHAHAHAHGSJRHHAHRHRGRHHRGRG

[eggtimeiguess]

One thing about the idea of going on hormones that scares me is that a lot of transfemmes talk about getting much thicker thighs. Which is very cool I understand that I'm super happy for you girlies and hope you love it! but I've always had thick legs! I struggle getting into pretty much any skinny trousers already! I don't want to have to buy a bunch of special new tall extra thick thigh clothes! Plus I don't want to be notable like I don't want to draw attention to myself how can I do that with big noticeable feature! AAAAAAH really stupid thing to worry about since the chances of me even getting hold of hrt are super low even if I ever get brave enough to do it! Which also has very low chances! Ok ramble rant over!

[slower-pussycat-chill-chill]

Chill kitten! So cute!

~ Pink and Gray ~

[booksandcatslover]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH

Reblog if you need to scream

[davidtennan-t]

the first time there’s any sign of alien activity after fourteens retirement and he’s just sat on a lawn chair in the Nobles garden with a book and a drink, glancing up to see whatever the fucks going on through his prescription reading glasses and saying ‘not my problem’ and taking a little sip through his multicoloured straw

retired king behaviour

[rattlinbog]

so torn with making a new url decision.

little women related, the book thief related, or rattlin' bog related aaaahhhhh

[fishybehavior]

Iniko is my new favorite artist

[teddybeartoji]

toji with a younger s/o toji with a younger s/o what about toji with a s/o who's the same age as him???? not younger, not older – the same.

you get ready for work in the morning together, brushing your teeth side by side, groaning as you stretch your sore bodies. you return home almost at the exact same time and spend the first hour in comfortable silence as you shower together. both tired from your days, you rest your voices; scrubbing each others bodies and washing each other's hair – silent i love you's sinking into your your hands, your skin, your hearts.

then it's time to rant about your days – how neither of you are keeping up with the newest trends and whatever else the younger ones are currently talking about. but it's freeing – being able to laugh together at things like this, not having to surpress the subtle taste of bitterness of being old. but together it's not as scary, it's not as bad. it's fun.

you take turns of teasing one another whenever the other finds a gray hair, you get to choke out a laugh at the raised eyebrows and the glare, no matter which one of you is the joke of the moment. witty remarks about elderly homes are nothing new despite the fact that you are both more than far from any of that.

bedtime comes early – the clock hits ten and you both find yourselves back in your shared bedroom. finishing your skincare routine, you're always greeted with toji and his reading glasses scrolling on his phone as usual. he looks good. and he thinks you look good. he couldn't be happier to be your husband as you crawl under the sheets with him, your hand resting above his heart. he couldn't be happier to be with you. to be spending his 40's and his 50's and 60's and just his whole entire life with you. he couldn't be happier to be growing old with you.

[pineappical]

I object.

[xi-xi-chen]

[totallynotashieldagent]

Kinktober 2024 - Post Patrol Sex

Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Reader

You’d just gotten up for the bathroom. It was barely dawn when you heard the door open and close. 

“Babe? Is that you?” You called out and were met with just a grunt. You hummed an acknowledgement and came out, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Hey, how wa-” Bruce looked… off. Yeah, that would be the word. “You okay?” You asked slowly, standing frozen. 

He was breathing heavily, his knuckles were bloody and when he pulled back his cowl, you swallowed. His pretty blue eyes were black. You knew these mornings too well. This wasn’t your Bruce. This was still Batman. You didn’t want to make any sudden moves to rile him up further. 

There was still too much adrenaline in his veins and he was thrumming with need. That much was evident with how feral he looked. 

There was no noise in the room except that of your breathing and the clips unlocking as he took off the pieces of his kevlar. The utility belt fell to the floor in a loud thud and you flinched. It was definitely one of those mornings. 

“Bru-” You whispered and he cut you off. 

“Bed.” He said, leaving no room for argument. You nodded and started to peel off your clothes as you got to bed. 

You didn’t dislike these mornings. God no- The sex was always so phenomenal. But it was an issue when you’d be out of commission for the entirety of the next 24 hours. 

You sat in the middle of the massive bed, kneeling, naked, waiting. 

The more layers that came off Bruce, the more you felt yourself buzz with excitement. His body is marred with scars that he’s earned from his years as Batman and god help you, you love them all. Even on days when he was his scars. 

One thing you always loved was how unashamed he was of his body. Of his nakedness. 

When the last piece of his suit fell away, he stood in a plain white vest and black boxers. The boxers were tented, his cock threatening to pop out of the slit at any given stride. 

“Lie down. On your back.” He said, finally meeting your eyes as he pulled off his vest. You swallowed and did as told. Lying straight, your thighs twisted together, your hands over your chest. You weren’t shy but days like this made you feel like it was your first time with him all over again. You didn’t dare to look at him, staring at the ceiling. 

Bruce pulled off his boxers and his thick cock was painfully erect. 

“Colour?” He asked huskily as he crawled onto the bed. Looming over you, pulling your hands away from your tits, forcing your legs apart with his knee. 

“G-Green-” You swallowed, finally meeting his gaze. 

He nodded, his eyes stayed focused on you as his hand traced your body, moving down, down, down- “So wet, already, hm?” You gasped, his index bullying its way into your cunt.

“Y-Yes-” You mumbled and glared, “Sorry- Yes sir-” 

“You’ll be good for me, won’t you sweetheart?” He leaned down, his lips brushing against yours. Yours parted as you tried to reach up to kiss him. However, at the tiny movement, his other hand wrapped around your throat. A warning. “Answer.” You swallowed and rasped yes sir for him. “Good.” He smiled, his index curling slightly inside you, making your hips buck. “Ah- ah- No moving.” 

“Bruce- Please-” You begged, it was too much and not enough at all. 

“Always so needy-” He growled, forcing his middle finger to join the index. You gasped soft thank you, thank you- as he started to move his fingers, curling them just enough but not entirely so. “Dripping, hm? All for me?” His thumb brushed against your clit, making you moan for him.

You mewled another yes sir. That earned you a smirk. You didn’t see it but you knew it was there as he licked and nipped at your throat. Biting and sucking hard enough to leave a trail of marks. It wasn’t because he owned you. It was just to actually make his brain know that you were here, were real and were his. 

Gods above, you were his and he was going to take you.

You whined his name again and he pulled his hand away. You swallowed, frowning, your brows knitted together. Your needy pussy clenched at air, wanting more but he wasn’t willing. 

“Please-” You begged again. You needed more. He’d taken you to the edge and then pulled you back. His hand was still resting at your throat, not squeezing but there. A reminder that you needed to behave-

He moved back onto his haunches, removing himself from you. You were spread out like a buffet for him. Your pussy dripping onto the sheets. His dark eyes looked at every contour of your body as he pumped his cock a few times. 

“Hands and knees.” That’s all he said and you moved into position. “Headboard.” He said you nodded, holding onto the railing of the bedhead. You leaned down, your head against the pillows, your cunt still clenching for something, anything. 

Soon enough, his knees roughly parted your legs even more. Your hands held the railing until your knuckles turned white. You bit your lip to not make a noise but a gasp still escaped you as the head of his cock rubbed against your cunt. 

“So fucking beautiful.” He growled, one hand holding your waist tightly. 

Your back arched more, needing him inside you already but he was still just teasing. You knew he was aching for it as well but he also wanted to torture you. The tip kept rubbing against your clit, making shivers run up your spine. 

“Colour?” He asked again, his hand clenching at your waist. Fuck, that will leave a mark. But you really didn’t care. 

“Gree-” The wind was knocked out of you as he forced his cock into your tight hole. You gasped and bit down on the pillow as he stretched you to the brim. The burning pain slowly turned to divine pleasure as he started to move. 

However, the soft pleasure was very short-lived. Because as soon as he felt you open up for him, his slow pace turned into hard, heavy, deep thrusts. Each move slapped his cum-heavy balls to your clit, making you gasp, moan and cry out for him. Every snap of his hips echoed in the room with a slap. If he hadn’t been holding you by your waist, you wouldn’t have been able to stay in this position. 

“I’m- Please-” You cried out, your orgasm quickly approaching. The way his balls hit your clit with every harsh thrust was going to be your undoing and you knew it. “Bruce!” You gasped again, clenching involuntarily around his cock as you felt the coil snap in your low abdomen. 

You moaned out his name breathlessly, your knees giving away. But his forearm snaked around your waist to hold you up. 

“I’m not done, sweetheart.” He growled- sounding more animal than man.

“Bruce- Please- I-” You gasped for air but he wasn’t in the mood for listening currently as his pace grew from slow and hard to fast and brutal. 

His other hand wrapped around your neck, pulling you up, and making you arch your back almost painfully. He hunched over to kiss you messily. Teeth, tongue, spit and so aggressive as he pounded into you. You wanted to scream but he was swallowing every noise you made. Your neck was craned, your back was twisted and he was fucking you relentlessly. You were losing air, your head starting to get dizzy and he just grunted a chuckle. He pulled back and you slumped in his arms. 

“Fuck, fuck- Bruce- I-” You moaned desperately, you knew you would be too overstimulated after this, “Bruce, please-” You begged but didn’t say the safeword. 

“Almost, sweetheart- Almost-” He was feral at his point. The way his arm was squeezing your waist was making it hard to breathe, and the way he was fucking into you was making it hard to even think. Everything felt like it was on fire but god, you didn’t want it to stop. 

Your moans turned into desperate incoherent mumbles. 

“That’s it- Let go for me-” Bruce grunted, his adrenaline of the night finally seeping away. “So good for me, such a good girl- fuck- always such a perfect cunt- swallowing me whole- taking me so well- fuck, fuck - my pretty girl- mine-” He husked, moaning every other word. 

Tears were streaming down your face. You’d lost count of how many times you’d cum. All you knew was that his balls had abused your clit and he still hadn’t finished. You whined pleases but somehow begged for more too. You had no backbone or moral compass right now. Anything he would’ve asked, you would’ve done- you would’ve done- god- you would’ve- 

Bruce moaned your name like a prayer and you felt his hot cum fill you so much that you tasted him at the back of your throat. You felt your thighs become sticky as his cum leaked out of you. 

The dawn was gone and the sun was filtering through the curtains. He’d been at this for hours when he finally laid you down on the bed and pulled out of you. 

“Sleep, pretty girl. I’ll clean you up.” He said softly and you hummed, having no strength to say any more. 

Kinktober 2024.

[glitchedcosmos]

My ass can’t handle this -

[dianux-27]

First kiss💘

[ghostorbz]

My September

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[js-dragonart]

CHÖMP.

No, I don't know why I drew this. Probably a mix of Pinterest inspiration and the vibe I got from the forehead kiss scene. It was also late.

Sound on 🔈 (Careful if you're wearing headphones!)

[redspotted-deer]

WHEN HE GLOWS 🤰