#anon thank you for your service

[bratscave]

So, I had this thought that Bruce gives the best oral when he's angry or frustrated about something.

He'd had his face buried into your pussy, like mashed right into it. Your legs thrown over his shoulders haphazardly.

He's slurping and sucking with anger, like he's gonna get vengeance by eating out your pussy. Idk if that makes sense but he'd be sucking on your clit with all that anger on how he couldn't stop the Riddler or how Joker got away again or how some stupid merc had nearly caught him off guard.

He'd just unleash every anger into sucking on your pussy, making you squeal and yelp. You'd maybe even beg him to ease up on the intensity but he's too far gone to even listen.

You're certainly not complaining about the amazing (yet somehow punishing) head but it was pretty annoying to have a sore clit for three days after the session.

AAHHHH??? anon i'm so sorry this has been in my inbox for long over a month bc i simply felt like i couldn't even add anything myself? you said it so well i'm tweaking 😭😭😭

[valeriianz]

the tiny ask fic @gabessquishytum and i wrote that goes suspiciously well with this (and that anyone could and should pick up and write something more of) haha

here!

Can you draw Hob and Morpheus as Troye Sivan and Ross Lynch in "One of your girls" music video? That chair scene made me go completely insane.

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[spookyboywhump]

It’s the time of the year where I defend sharks as if my life depends on it while my family watches those stupid fucking shark shows where they villainize them

VALID!!! JUSTICE FOR SHARKS ALL MY HOMIES DEFEND SHARKS!!!!

I love sharks so fucking much and I wish they got the love they deserved instead of always being treated as scary monsters :(

[yandere--stuck]

AaaaaAAA I was so happy to see you already had a gore fic for Bill in the works! I have reread it like. 5 times. Your writing scratches my gore itch perfectly, and I just adore fics the intestinal stuff especially <33 and his mentions of your heart also… the romance!! I was inspired by what you wrote, I hope you enjoy it once again :D! (also im doing great, hope ur doing well too :D!!) - zagreus gore anon

Notes for anyone else: This contains gore!! So much gore!! Body horror— It’s Bill’s love language!! (intestinal trauma, mouth trauma, eye trauma…. Honestly ‘you’ here are violated in like every way possible.) No sexual content, but it’s suggestive to me. Bill Cipher is a Weirdo.

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You never quite get used to the pain. You wish you did.

In your memories, the sensation is dulled. You know it was painful, you know it was one of the most horrible sensations of your life, but the full extent of it… You can’t remember. Your brain must be protecting you from it. Every act of Bill’s love would constitute life-long trauma for anyone else, yet you live through another session of it day by day. No. Scratch that. They wouldn’t be alive to recall it. They wouldn’t make it half as far as you. For you, no such easy, simple fate can ever be attainable. The weirdness of his new world has conquered Death itself.

Bill had cradled his intestines in your arms, laughing as they helplessly twitched and writhed against his body, cooing at them as you howled in pain. “Aww, are you excited to see papa?” He’d said, and only the strangeness of it had kept you from repressing it. He talked to your guts as if they were puppies, as if blood smeared across his bricks were innocent licks against his skin instead. Another time, he’d wrapped your guts around his triangular body, and called it the ‘world’s most intimate hug’ as he whispered sweet nothings about how much he looooves you, and also the health of your gut bacteria. Somehow, he always outdoes himself.

Bill had dug even deeper, crumbling your ribs to smithereens in his hands, and held your still-beating heart in his palms as an object of reverence. “All mine, all mine…” He’d muttered to himself, his pupil momentarily expanding to a large, inky abyss. The pain had been so intense that you’d slipped into shock. A bad habit of yours, as Bill called it, would be your tendency to slip into memories of the past to escape the present. When you should be focusing on him.

That time, he’d jolted you back to reality by fire-hot pain slashing through your heart. All the time, it continued pumping, spurting blood in Bill’s direction with every pump. His powers were the only thing keeping you alive. When, once, blood sprayed right into his eye and he was forced to take a break, you smiled for just a moment. A lopsided, crooked grin. He’d used a mirror to show you his handiwork. In the outer flesh of your heart, he’d burned a little triangle. He’d already healed the skin. The lighter pink scarring stood out against the rest of your heart. Marked forever. Though he’s usually so talkative, at that moment, he’d been quiet for just a few seconds.

Then, he’d laughed, breaking all tension. “Wow, it sure smells like barbecue in here!”

On another occasion, he had hummed a little tune to himself, comically large saw in hand, as he cut off your limbs one by one. You could never forget the sound as the teeth sawed through your bones, bit by bit. Tearing through muscle. The clunk of your arm hitting the floor. Your leg. Rinse and repeat. You swore you could still feel your arms and legs, once you lost enough blood and your vision went hazy. Bill had hugged you against his smaller form. (He could change his body’s size, technically. But he always preferred appearing just as he was to you.)

“Without all those gangly, long limbs of yours, we can really cuddle now!” The next day, all of your limbs had regrown.

He’d cradled your face with one hand, and kept your mouth open with his other wrist. You could see nothing except for that giant eye of his as he pried your teeth out of your mouth, one by one. The taste of blood filled your mouth. He’d tug and tug and tug, not nearly using enough strength, and being entirely aware of it, until finally yanking it out once and for all. (Until it regrew, that is.) Under your gaze, he took your teeth one by one, drilled a little hole in them and strung them together on a necklace.

“Hmmmm,” he’d hummed to himself, a long, drawn-out noise. “I feel like it’s missing something. What do you think?” Before you could answer, not that you had any desire to, he snapped his fingers. “Oh! I know! For a sign of our undying love for each other, it’s a little plain with just teeth!”

In the next moment, Bill had taken out one of your eyes. You cannot comprehend how such a, relatively, small part of your face could hurt so unimaginably much. You wanted him to drape his guts all over himself again. You’re sure a point-blank gunshot to the head would’ve hurt less. Been less discomforting. His fingers had shrunk into paper-thin appendages and slipped past your eyeball, digging and cutting away at the nerves behind it. You cried tears of blood. If there was anything in your stomach, you might have thrown up.

Then, all at once, pain had blossomed into pure, mind-numbing pleasure. Compared to the pain, this is what you would like to forget the most. You’d gurgled out a moan through the spit gathered at the back of your throat. Your limbs had twitched helplessly against your restraints. When your optic nerve finally snapped, you’d whined as Bill took your eye out, exclaiming “Pop!” as he did so. For just a moment, he’d juggled your detached eyeballs in his hands, having left you panting.

“Yes, now this’ll make a good centerpiece!”

Pain had become just pain once again as soon as his touch left you. There is nothing good about a gaping, throbbing hole left in your face. You whine, sniffle softly, to get his attention. You hardly ever speak out loud anymore. Bill can read your every thought and is aware of your every idea. When speaking takes up more energy than it saves, why should you? In that moment, you had lacked the energy to think about it, your body desperately trying to recover itself.

Right now, you wonder why he’d make it feel good. Why, this one time. You don’t immediately get a response. Bill just laughs and laughs and laughs, running his fingers across the teeth of his necklace, poking the eyeball in the very middle. In your eye-socket, an exact replica of it has re-formed itself.

“You’re so funny! Why do you think I did anything at all? That was all you, baby!” His pupil transforms into a heart. It’s a blink-or-you-miss it transformation, and as soon as it happened, you think you’ve made it up. “I told you that you’d come around to it! Maybe we can even share in a little bit of pain next time, huh?”

You haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since, both his words and how mind-numbingly good it had felt. Maybe he’d simply lied to you, maybe it’d all been his doing. That would be the best outcome, right?… With time, you know Bill will ‘show you his love’ again— He always does. But this time, you await it with fear, largely fear, but with a little anticipation, too. There’s no need to tell him. He already knows.

ANON I AM BARKING LIKE A DOG!!!!!!!! BARKBARKBARKBARK THIS IS AMAZING!!!!! God, your descriptive voice is so good, it's so vivid!!!! Bill tricking reader into thinking they like it and them believing it...... Yummy yummy corruption in my tummy <3

Thank you so much for this, I can only hope what I write holds a candle to this!!! You never disappoint raaghh.

Bill draping your guts around as the world's most intimate hug. GOD. Also it's so fashionable! Gut scarf, teeth and eyeball necklace, literally wearing pants of your body to shoe his love and claim of you. Aaaa I'm kicking my feet!!

Thank you so much again holy smokes

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for being innocent of telepathic mass murder?

This past month has been kind of nuts. I was accused of being a mass murderer by a private investigator based on a few coincidental clues he had, one of which is my association to his second suspect. He arrested this suspect due to physical evidence, who also insists she's my girlfriend (she's not, by the way! She just showed up at my house once by stalking me online, I don't know what her deal is!)

I guess he was so persuasive I was his primary suspect/her leader that I desperately submitted myself into monitored confinement to prove that I wasn't telepathically killing people without realizing it. It was impossible for me to kill without access to information of the mass victims, but all it seemed to do was make the detective more suspicious of me! He even got my father to shove a fake gun in my face to test if he'd be killed telepathically in my defense (he wasn't, because I'm not a magic murderer!).

So now the detective has locked me and this weird girl inside his headquarters and won't let either of us outside until we can hunt down who is currently (has always been) doing all the mass murders. I thought this lockdown would definitively prove I'm at least innocent, but this guy fucking handcuffed himself to me and still insists I'm the murderer but I "most likely just don't remember it." The rest of his team don't know what to make of it either, but he's their boss, so...

AITA? I think I'd know if I killed hundreds of people, even if the "world's greatest detective" says I don't, so I'm really starting to feel like I'm being gaslit. ((P.S., if you caught me posting this, just because I know how to hack through your monitoring system in headquarters does not make me a murderer! If you comment, I swear to god I'll punch you in the nose a second time.))

[mychlapci]

Imagine Blitzwing in heat and he’s kinda loopy from getting his brains fucked out but he feels something nudging against his mouth and he just fucking bites it

His brain goes “ooh big spaghetti.” It turns out to be one of his partner’s spikes.

— Blitzfucker (I’m also the same one who suggested the gladiator fuck pits)

He's absolutely eaten a few spikes. Blitzwing can slurp them down before the other bot remembers to scream..

[me-sploh-rada-imas]

I need your full detail analysis on that JO alarm video and how NONE OF THAT WHAT THEY DID WAS NECESSARY 😭😭😭 they just misunderstood the prompt completely and went "me waking you up but loudly 😃". There are so many Jance details I'm choking on them like a 3yo kid on lego pieces 😫 help...

hello wonderful unhinged anon 💜

honestly they weren't even listening to the assignment, they just decided it was the perfect opportunity to grab each other and stare at each other lovingly... but yeah it's nice to know that nace can't say "dobro jutro" to jan without touching his hair 🤭 and jan knows what time nace goes to bed. they were insane for that one huh

[frownyalfred]

I'm going to be completely honest, I'm the anon that sent in the ask about not reading angst and then about 5 minutes later sent it both asks about Bruce changing his name to Bruce Pennyworth-Wayne. The idea just came to me and I can now see why people write angst, it is surprisingly very fun😅

You see the yelling your words evoke and get into it….obviously that’s never happened to me BUT 😂

[the-kingshound]

This is 'missing-my-siblings-hours' . So, here you go, Emyr's (Tried my best not to be ooc) (Which I think I am, and I'm sincerely sorry) if MC and Saraah really succeed in bringing him to Camelot:

When Emyr woke up, he didn't expected to have sliced cucumbers along his face, nor did he expect to seeing his older and younger brothers whisking some sort of a gooey mix, while excitedly muttering how much skin care they'd get to work on him after all these years.

And so, when Ghaven walked up to him and applying the mixture on him, Emyr did what others mostly seen on him. He doesn't move at all, too numb to fight back even within a dream that feels like long ago.

Until Saraah, with his own beauty mask still on, eyes stand out among the sliced cucumbers and awkward little braids that somehow reminds Emyr of the one MC used to do with his eyes, look at him with a blank expression, poked his daydreams.

"...Are you seriously thinking you're still just dreaming, my dearest brother who keeps him away from us?"

Saraah's always managed to poke on others nerves, and they're never been easy to get it away.

Instantly, Emyr crawls out his bed, pushing away both his brothers as he flings himself to the nearest window and opens it.

And that's when he knew there's no way back now.

Emyr looks down along the window. He watches as his oldest sister, Adrei, keeps tight hold of Mordred, the only young child he can think so living with the Queen, and there's Radel, his youngest brother, who seems to be in better and healthier states as before, given how he can heard the latter go out his way teaching flowers to their little nephew.

But what holds most is when he saw — the one and last of them all, the youngest one, his little sister who's been trying to get hold of him, who's still reach out despite his distance — appears among the garden.

Emyr always know she'd been beautiful. But nothing can't stop him from worrying back when Adrei's letters come through about her going on battlefields. He'd remember what's like back then for him, his mind goes through those eyes resembling of the purest pearl that always soothe him, when he's still young, and could get a firm hold of his little sibling in his arms.

Ghaven weren't surprised at all. When Emyr's stunned. They kept silence as Saraah sneaks back up to Emyr and offer painful but nonetheless comforting touches, "Yeah, yeah, I know too." His next words, though, ouch. "After all these times... Can't belive we're all together again, huh? Except for Osi—— OCEANA! I mean that boring kingdom in the old mermaid tale! OCEANA! Emyr, stop hitting me! Ah! Ouch!"

If isn't the fact Emyr's still too timid (they'd change it, given now where they are) to even commit a murder, Ghavem would've step in to stop them from a supposedly crime scene. Still, they moves up between both their brothers, and cast away Saraah who's now running off to join in the rest in garden.

He didn't spoke anything. Waiting patiently for Emyr.

"I... H-how did... Is the King——" How did I got here? Is the King aware of this? "W-What will... I can't... They'd got... Of me... S..." What will happen to them? What will happen to you and Saraah? I can't be here! They'd get me! You'd get killed because of me! Sent me back! "I... I... Ah——..."

Emyr crumbles at last. Luckily, Ghaven's there to make sure their knees wouldn't hurt much as they catch him as they gradually fall to the ground. Ah, Adrei'd lecture them on this, definitely. Being too harsh on the joke.

"To answer your questions." They pulls him up back to the bed and throws up every warm blankets from the one mother hen knight closed to their little one. "MC'd been plotting to get you here since the last time we all met. Ironically, your... former house, got some issues."

Emyr don't need to hear anymore to know what's been going around. So he decided to do the thing he's been good at. He closes his eyes, nodding off soundly in his found peace as Ghaven lights up a few candles.

Osia can screw off. Emyr thinks. She can't do no harm to him now that he's faraway than she'll ever think.

A-And... He'd like to hug everyone when he's awake.

(Sorry for grammatic mistakes =+

Aww omg that's so adorable... bestest of ways to start my day❤ Thank you so much for sending it, anon, I actually think Emyr was quite in character! Having all the siblings together is very nostalgic and makes me want to hurry and get them all to Camelot...

[bixels]

in the body reference post AJ's body type is exactly the same as mine down to the tan lines and body hair, and I gotta say it's real nice to feel represented!!

👍 Stocky, hairy women are the pillars of queer society.

[gwyns]

Dare I say Gwynriel coded 🙊

https://www.tumblr.com/ilovemitsuya/763112412237955072/a-man-who-grips-your-hands-like-this-hes-so

as a hand slut, i am losing my mind over these gifs MY GOD

after gwyn and az are happily mated, i need azriel to be handsy as fuck all the time

[st-alastors-confessional]

al, I overdosed on melatonin perc and xanax yesterday, I just wanted to take a nap. r drugs sins? I don’t feel sorry😒just wanted to ask

Drugs? A sin?

Oh-ho-ho, certainly not.

But safe practices are always paramount when consuming substances. I implore you to take care in future, my dear. I’d hate for anything to damage that wonderful soul of yours.

Your sins are forgiven.

St. Alastor

[moodymisty]

So, I’m the original Vulkan Size Kink anon AND Lion Primal anon, and I cannot fucking believe I didn’t think about Primal Vulkan.

So to that other anon, thank you so much for the food I will be completely normal about it

OH yeah we are all totally behaving normally about it, I totally don't have a WIP for that idea. Totally not.

[tadc-harlequin-au]

i would like to thank the anons here for cooking so hard that they make michelin star restraunts but never show their @ like they are the batmans of this world

NAH BECAUSE FR, THEY'RE SQUEEZING ANSWERS OUT OF ME LIKE A SLICED CITRUS FRUIT MAN AND I'M TRYING MY BEST TO BE VAGUE WITH SOME OF THESE LMFAO

[glass-noodle]

Mermaid Connor is so adorable. No wonder Hank fell for him 💕

who could resist this face

[ribbononline]

Quick dooble as celebration of catching back up with Pyroclasm by @aceofintuition go read etc etc!!!