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blkkizzat · 1 year ago

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JJK Men x Black!Reader Bonnet Headcanons - fluff, 18+ only

Nanami is thoughtful. He would make sure his sweet girl would never have to worry about protecting her hair.

Once you explain to him why you wear a bonnet to bed Nanami is the type to surprise you by sewing (of course Mr. Domestic can sew!) silk into the lining all your hats, caps and beanies. He makes sure the sheets and pillowcases are silk as well.

Nanami also starts lounging in silk PJs (that hang low on his hips showing off his deep cut v-line) because he also knows how much you like laying your head in his lap when the two of you relax in front of the TV just in case you don't actually feel like putting your bonnet on just yet.

Choso is an insomniac so when he can't sleep he watches over you.

Like a protector, if he notices you shifting and a braid, lock, coil or curl escapes your bonnet he will reach over to gently tuck it back in before giving you a chaste kiss on your forehead or nose. In fact, if he can manage without waking you up, Choso will even tighten or re-tie your bonnet as well.

And if your hair is straightened, on hot nights when you start to sweat he will turn on the fan, turning off oscillation in favor of directing it all to cool you instead. Choso knows you hate sweating out your new silk press.

You don’t know any of this though, you just know ever since you started sleeping over at Choso's you’ve never woken up with your bonnet off or your hair sweat-out.

Suguru is practical about it. He is the type that once you explain why you wear your bonnet and how it keeps your hair healthy and protected he starts wearing bonnets too so his long locks can stay smooth.

Not only does he wear bonnets with you he buys matching ones for you for the both of you to wear to bed. You never worry about forgetting your bonnet now when packing an overnight bag to stay at Suguru's because he always has dozens of them for you to chose from.

Suguru even has dedicated an entire drawer for you in his closet for all your collective bonnets. In fact, best to just leave yours at home because he will pout hella bad if y'all ain’t going to bed matching.

Toji is a bit of an asshole. If you’re mad and ignoring him he will definitely snatch your bonnet off when you brush past him just to get your attention. Toji would much rather have you cussing at him than the silent treatment.

You could try to take it back from him but n!gga is big as fuck and if he plays 'keep away' you know you ain’t getting that shit back until he's ready. You sigh relenting and stand on your tippy toes to give him a kiss, the silent treatment finally broken.

Satisfied, Toji immediately returns your bonnet. He places it back on your head and adjusts it to as it was before. He kisses you again and apologizes for upsetting his 'sexy mamas'.

You would have made him work for it a bit more before giving into him so easily, snatched bonnet or not but you don’t trust him alone with your bonnets. You once walked in the bedroom to find him jack!ng off into your favorite bonnet because 'all your panties were in the dryer'.

Gojo is over the top about it. He goes out of his way to order you designer bonnets. Fendi doesn't make actual bonnets? Well they do the fuck now.

Money is absolutely no object and only the best quality silk goes on his baby girl's head. Gojo once even flew you to Paris so Chanel could take your actual head measurements in their showroom (which he shutdown just for you ❤︎).

All of this is fine and all but you do still love your trusty $2 beauty supply store bonnets. Gojo know's this and tbh he loves them on you just as much too. You know he does because once in a while you will come back home and instead of his blindfold he will be wearing one of your beauty supply bonnets pulled down over his eyes.

Gojo whines that he missed you all day and this helped him feel closer to you.

Sukuna appears indifferent to your bonnet. In fact you might even be a bit self conscious at first that he doesn’t like when you wear one.

However, all those worries dissipate when you start to notice how attentive he is to the fact of making sure you actually do wear one. You binging your fav Netflix drama and decide to lay down on the sofa without putting on your bonnet first? Nah.

Your vision will be blocked when Sukuna drops a fresh bonnet on your face. A simple order to 'put it on brat' is given before he leaves the room. He does this often. If you question him why he does this? Sukuna will grumble and say he wont want you bitching or taking longer to get ready later because you forgot to wear your bonnet and now your hair is too messed up.

Although Sukuna truly couldn't give a fuck if you didn't do your hair and just wore your bonnet when you both do go out. You look fucking hot to him either way. One time Sukuna even laid a n!gga out flat on his back in the streets. Some random dude made a comment about you being 'ratchet' under his breath for wearing your bonnet outside the house and learned to mind their fucking business that day. Safe to say Sukuna is very much pro-bonnet.

a/n: I said I would write drabbles but these headcanons popped into my mind and I had to share. Hope y'all enjoyed!

*runs back to the fifty-leven fics i am currently procrastinating on*

Reblog (because tumblr isnt showing this for some reason 😭) and let me know which one was your fav but likes and comments are just as appreciated!

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cafeacademia · 2 years ago

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𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐲

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐲!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 || 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jason comes back from his patrol and finds you desperate for him, only he's just as desperate to find himself after a hard night of being Red Hood and the best way for him to do that is with his favourite girl.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Smut, oral (fem rec), rope bondage, suit kink - Jay wears his domino mask under his helmet, overstimulation, about 3 billion terms of endearment, some?? size kink if you squint, some roughness, dom/sub dynamic - Jason is a soft dom in this, Reader uses a vibrator at the beginning, sex at the end. I think that's everything but lmk if I missed anything!

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: Approx 2.5k

𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 | 𝐓��𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: This is my first ever Jason fic!! I'm?? Very nervous? I hope this is good? Honestly I'm releasing this into the void and then running away. Please enjoy I had a lot of fun writing this 😌 thank you my lovely friend @that-sokovian-bastard for the encouragement and for reading all of the snippets I sent you.

He touched you with fingertips that had gripped the edges of death. His skin, marred, tortured, tattooed; brushed against yours. He touched you with the hands that had delivered the veil of death, and yet he was so gentle. His gaze, while intense, difficult to read, was soft on your eyes. Jason was a dichotomy. He breathed vigilantism, he bathed in the shadow of his brother, he made himself the fear of the vile. A man of justice defined by sin.

He never pretended to be perfect. At night he was the Red Hood. Protector, ally to the good, with his edge of sarcasm and pit of anger against the depravity that festered in the alleys and underworlds of Gotham. And the rest of the time, he was just Jason.

Just Jason, who loved you, who helped you with everything, who made you feel loved. Just Jason, who fucked you deep into the mattress, barely out of his Red Hood suit, helmet discarded, gloved hand pressed around your throat as he grunted your name to you like a prayer, a promise, a devotion.

He’d found you that night up late waiting for him, spread out on the bed, heat clinging to you as you cried and tried, tried so hard to reach your euphoria. He’d watched you for a moment, tears in your eyes as you edged yourself with your vibrator, but the only thing your toy was doing was making you sensitive, bringing a burning ache to your clit. You needed more, and more was delivered, his low husky voice gracing your ears.

“You poor little thing,” His voice deep, warning, an edge of sweetness. “Jay-.” So breathy, so desperate as you clung to the sheets, the grip of your delicate fingers around your vibrator so hard he could see how tense you were. “How long have you been like this for, baby? An hour? Two?” He asked, voice almost sympathetic as he leaned against the doorframe, helmet in his hands as he eyed you, domino mask still framing his gaze. “Since- since you… Left.” You could barely get the words out, gasping as your vibrator struggled to bring you even close to the edge. “My poor baby, you can’t let go without me, can you?” His voice was teasing, almost mean but the way he spoke down to you almost made you more desperate. He approached you, slowly stalking closer to the bed, placing his helmet on the nightstand. He saw the glistening tears in the corner of your eye, pout wobbling as you edged yourself torturously and all you wanted was to orgasm, but you couldn’t. “Are you crying, sweetheart? Let me take care of you.”

Jason, who forced you to stay still with the vibrator still on your clit as he tied you up. Jason, who had no patience and yet he was slow, meticulous with the knots that he decorated and adorned your skin with.

“You want this, baby? Want me to make you forget everything? You know what it means, don’t you?” He asked, voice deceptively soft. You nodded, but it wasn’t enough for him. Jason needed words, needed your spoken promise, breathy and soft on your lips. “Words, baby.” His words brushed against your sensitive clit, a whine escaping you as you ached, throbbed for his attention. “I know… what it means.” You nodded, voice barely above a whisper, confirmation that you knew he wouldn’t stop once he started. Your pleasure was his pleasure and he basked in it.

“Good girl.” He spoke the words in a grunt as he indulged himself in you, tortured you with his tongue, sucking your poor abused clit between his lips. The overstimulation was almost unbearable, but in the best way. His gloves pressed against your hips, holding you down, your legs tied to perfectly expose your soaking, desperate pussy to him. Precious whines, whispers of his name passed your lips as he bathed your clit in unrivalled attention. Jason loved the way you pulsed against his tongue, so overworked, so desperate that you could barely take the rugged strokes and flicks he gave you.

“Let me have it, baby.” His voice was harsh as he spoke, desperate for more. He needed to feel your release on his tongue again, again, again. Jason needed to hear his name on your lips, needed to watch you squirm as you took the pleasure. He brought you closer and closer, tongue stroking you with need. He felt you tense beneath him, your breath hitching as you reached the edge, the way your fingers gripped at nothing as your orgasm tipped over the edge. You cried out, gasping, moaning as he worked you through your high, bringing you back down with the gentle caress of his tongue.

“There you go, little one.” He spoke deep and soft as he used his thumb to gently soothe over your pulsing clit, the bud aching with pleasure, thrumming with intense overstimulation and it felt so good. You think he’s done, his chin and lips covered in your glistening release. He keeps his gaze on yours, eyes dark and heavy lidded as he brings his gloved hand up to his lips, teeth biting into the leather and pulling his hand out. Throwing his glove to the side, his fingers gently tease at your entrance and you let a soft gasp out as he gently pushes his fingers into you, tongue meeting with your overworked clit and he hums with satisfaction when he hears you let out a strangled moan at the intense feeling.

“You can take it, can’t you, sweetheart?” He asked gently, breath teasing your poor, swollen clit. “I can, I can take it Jay.” You nod. You’re a good girl, you can take it like a good girl, you know you can and you whine as you’re consumed by the pleasurable haze. It’s too much, but not enough all at the same time. It’s so sensitive, but so addictive, you can’t let him stop. You don’t want him to stop as he takes you between his lips again, fingers fucking deep into your cunt, calloused fingertips brushing your spot, stroking you closer and closer with each pass.

You had spent hours fighting for a release, but now the tension built and receded with each orgasm, with each stroke of his tongue on your clit. Jason worked you relentlessly, stopping to gently capture your sensitive bud between his lips and suck, hard. It almost hurt, it almost felt unbearable, but the beautiful noises it roused from deep within your chest only encouraged him as you fought against your bonds for purchase more than release. “That’s a good girl, taking everything I give you.” He groaned, pausing the torture only to continue, his eyes meeting yours, domino mask framing his eyes beautifully, hair messy from being freed from his helmet.

He traps you there, the rope biting deliciously into your skin as you jolt with every pass of his tongue, fingers fucking you relentlessly. Your senses are overwhelmed with Jason. His scent, his touch, his voice, he’s everywhere, he clouds your mind, the haze overtaking you, sending you into a blissful myriad of stars, only half aware, your attention only on the way he pulls you closer to another orgasm, coaxing you gently until you reach it, so so desperate.

Jason swipes over your soft bud, fingers pumping so hard you’re barely seeing straight and with a moan-turned-scream, you find another release. Your breath is hot, it’s ragged as he laps at you gently, letting out a satisfied hum, but it’s not enough. “One more.” Jason gently thumbs your poor abused clit, body trembling as the overstimulation washes through you again. “I can’t.” You gasp. But you can. “You’re doing so good, little one, take one more for me and then I’ll fuck you, I promise.” Jason speaks lowly, the lower octave sending a thrill down your spine. There was something so sinful about Jason looking up at you from between your thighs, lips glistening with your release, eyes dark behind his domino mask, his Red Hood suit still on him as he tormented you. It was his voice, the way he spoke to you in such a sweet way as he ruined you, words falling from his lips, warm and smooth like honey, like ambrosia.

“One more, baby?” He prompted. “One more.” You nodded obediently, lost completely in the euphoria he had blessed you with, voice shaky and closer to a moan than words. “That’s my girl.” Jason hummed, pleased that you, like usual, were his good girl and you did everything he asked you to.

He soothed his gloved thumb over your pretty, aching little bud as he fucked you with his bare fingers. Jason might have made you promise to have one more orgasm, but he never promised he’d give it to you as quickly as the previous ones. The leather of his glove rubbed excruciatingly slowly over your hypersensitive skin and Jason revelled in the gasps and the way you trembled and jolted with each slight touch. “You poor thing, neglected for hours and now look at you, you’re taking it so well.” He was rambling, he was high on your pleasure and you knew he’d be reluctant to let you orgasm so soon. He’d keep you right where he wanted you until he was ready to lead you, tumbling into your meridian high.

Jason edged you slowly, languid movements seized you with pleasure and you thanked the heavy constraint of the ropes around you, holding you down, giving you purchase. The rope hugged you, enveloped your body, mimicked and extended the strength, protection and warmth Jason poured into the way he embraced you. You were trapped in your haze, bathed in ecstasy as you felt him circle your clit over and over, fucking into your slit, fingers hooked and stroking you closer and closer, back arching at the pleasure, breath ragged and uneven as you slipped further into your haze.

“Please, Jay.” The pleading had tumbled from your lips and you were barely aware that you’d even spoken the words in your daze. “Please what, baby?” He asked softly, voice teasingly sweet, almost mean as he coaxed you closer but not close enough. “Please, wanna cum.” You begged, breathy and barely discernible between your gasps and sweet, soft moans. “You asked so nicely, sweetheart. Been so good.” He spoke, gentle words contrasting his voice, rough and deep, tone rugged and steeped in lust. “Stay still and I’ll let you.”

With his words you obeyed, submitting to his promise and you sank into the embrace of your rope bindings as his tongue met your throbbing bud. He didn’t even need to give you long, quick flicks, the barest touch bringing you to the edge as he lightly soothed your aching clit with the tip of his tongue. You came with a gasp, the orgasm surging through you like flames, licking at your insides, flushing you hot with desire, relief, euphoria.

“There you go,” He hummed against you, gently helping you down from your high, craving more but knowing he had to keep his promise. Another night he would hold you here and satisfy the soft, pretty bud between your thighs for hours, but tonight he’d promised to fuck you and he would give you everything you asked for tenfold. “So pretty when you let go.”

“Relax for me, gonna give you everything you want, baby.” He was the perfect contrast, a man of duality. He could be possessive, rough and give it to you with aggressive thrusts and a grip that could bruise, but Jason could also be sweet and gentle and he could do both all at the same time. He knew you loved to be told what to do, you loved being his good girl and Jason loved that you were so willing to do everything he told you to do.

“Please, Jay.” You begged, voice soft, sweet, innocent and Jason groaned at the sound of you. “M’right here, my needy girl.” His voice raspy, dangerous even as he freed his cock from his suit. “Look at me, need you to look at me.” He told you and you obeyed easily, eyes meeting his as he slowly pushed into your soaked pussy. The gasp turned moan that left your lips was music to his ears and he grunted with relief as he allowed himself to sink into you until he filled you completely.

“Look at you, taking me so well.” His words came out in a grunt as he struggled not to lose composure. He held back his need to be rough, to let out the adrenaline of the night, but the way you moaned as he released the rope around you, pulling the cord from your skin, its roughness a contrast in of itself, soft in its caress as it brushed your skin, allowing you to finally touch him. You pulled him in, clawed at him, a silent plea for more and Jason couldn’t resist.

“Jay, please.” Your voice was soft, sweet and it was all he needed to convince himself to lean into his desires and give you what you wanted. His features, hardened and bold, were washed with pleasure and warmth as he took you. Reaching up as he thrust into you, rising breathy, pretty moans from you, you pulled his domino mask off him, looking into his eyes as he claimed you. “Wanted to see me?” He asked, voice gruff and heavy, backed with the sound of skin on skin. You nodded, a soft pout on your lips. “Needed to see you.”

His gaze connected with yours, warm and loving as you moved in tandem, his fingers dipping against the skin of your thighs, holding you perfectly. Jason Todd was many things, but your hidden facet of him, deep beneath everything else, he showed you his genuine kindness, his unfiltered love, vulnerability, his affection beyond the flirting and possessive touches.

Jason’s desperate movements became more controlled, more intentional and he made love to you, taking you as his, giving himself to you. After a night of patrolling, of playing as Gotham’s protector, a shadow bathed in red and black, Jason sank into you, clutching at the need to be himself with you, to be Jason, the man who’d stolen your heart with his lopsided grins and grumpy bad boy attitude. And as your highs peaked and your moans filled his ears with a blissful ring, he came closer to his high.

With each stroke, his demeanour softened as he left Red Hood behind and became Jason, your Jason. “Love you, baby, love you so much.” He was rambling as the pleasure took hold of him, as the pleasure of your orgasm sent him into a blissful haze, chasing his own release, he spoke with a voice imbued with his love for you.

As he found his release, your pretty moans complimenting his groans, you whispered to him the words that soothed him entirely. “I love you too, Jay.” And he was complete.

Jason was a contradiction, he had broken pieces, he had scars that had shaped him, and yet this man that scoured Gotham for its evil lay bare, perfectly faceted and scarred and wonderfully real. For you.

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kteezy997 · 7 months ago

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Hello I’m sorry to bother you I saw your bio says your requests are open and I was wanting to request a smut with Lee from bones and all. My request is Lee taking his girlfriend and fellow eaters virginity he is soft and dominant with her saying she is his girl. If that’s out of your comfort zone or you don’t want to do it that’s fine! :)

His Girl//Lee (Bones and All)

Warnings: mention of murder, mention of cannibalism, Lee and reader are eaters, blood, smut, female receiving oral sex, reader’s first time

•Unedited at this time•

He had killed for you. What else was love? You didn't think there were many people in the world that could say that about their partner, that they would kill for you.

Lee was a great boyfriend and the best protector you could have ever asked for. And now that he you had shared someone together, your relationship felt more serious than ever. You felt so safe and secure with him. It is quite an intimate thing for an eater to share their food. So it was clear now that you had a strong bond and a mutual trust between you.

The two of you were able to return back to your motel room undetected. You were both cover in splotches of blood from the mouth down.

"C'mon baby, let's get cleaned up." Lee said, a silly grin on his face. The blood spatters on his cheeks were like a gory five o'clock shadow.

You weren't nervous, everything felt natural as you went into the bathroom and saw him getting undressed as you started to do the same.

Lee turned the water on and took your hand to lead you into the shower.

He was the first person to make you feel seen and loved. He was your family now. Your parents had abandoned you, not that you could really blame them. They could no longer endure the trauma you had brought into their lives. They could not go on hiding what you were.

But what you had now with Lee was even more special, because there was no obligation. He chose you and you chose him.

The water washed over your bodies. You welcomed the warmth and it felt so relieving to get the blood off of you. You watched as Lee's pinkish brown hair was drenched. He looked so handsome, as always, as the blood was rinsed from his jawline.

Lee pulled you into his chest, kissing you and letting the water fall onto your head, soaking your hair. You picked up the washcloth and got it wet under the water and massaged the bar of soap onto it. You then started to lather his arms and chest with the cloth.

You looked down at your feet, seeing the blood mix with the water and the white suds of the soap, looking like a melted strawberry milkshake under your feet.

Lee took the washcloth from your hands, and gently ran it over your back.

You looked into his green eyes, and that was all he had to do to warm you from the inside out.

"I love you, y/n." he whispered.

You smiled, “I love you too.”

He matched your smile and kissed you again.

……

You got out of the shower and onto the bed together with Lee crawling on top of you. He spread your legs instantly, dipping his head between them. He flattened his eager tongue onto your clit, swiping up upward, slowly, over and over, savoring your taste.

“Mmm.” he moaned against your clit, the vibrations making your toes curl.

“Oh, Lee.” you panted, put your hand in his hair as his tongue danced up and down your slit. “Fuck.” you cried, letting your head fall back. You grabbed the sheets a moment later as he wiggled his tongue, agitating your clit. You held your mouth closed to muffle your moans.

“No, baby.” You heard your boyfriend’s voice. “Don’t hold back. Open your mouth, I want to hear you.”

You looked down at him, he held your thighs in his rough, tattooed hands. His eyes watched you as he returned his tongue to you your folds. “Mm, fuck.” you whimpered.

“Yes, my sweet girl. You’re so good.” he praised, squeezing your thighs in his palms. As he massaged your clit with his lips, he rubbed your outer thighs.

Your arched your back, feeling euphoria take over your body. You moaned without shame. You no longer cared if your motel neighbors heard you. Lee gave you permission to be loud, and that was all that mattered.

He wiggled his tongue, darting it into your pleasure points over and over. “Come for me.” he panted softly from between your legs.

And you did. Your body shook from orgasm. You shuddered, accidentally squeezing Lee’s head with your thighs.

Lee raised up into his knees, holding your legs apart. “Are you ready?” he asked, looking at you so tenderly.

“Yes, I want you, Lee.” you replied instantly.

His lip turned up into a smirk, he tugged slightly on your legs, thrusting his hips forward. “This will hurt at first.” he warned, “But I will stop if you tell me to.”

There was an intense pressure as he pushed the head of his cock inside of you. You held your breath, wincing. You gripped the sheets again. You could feel his cock tearing your pussy walls with each centimeter of his length.

“Are you good?” Lee asked, putting his hand in your hair.

You nodded, clinging to him.

“I need you to use your words. Nodding is not good enough right now.” he said firmly.

“Yes, it hurts. But I don’t want to stop.”

“Okay, I’m just going to go all the way in, like ripping off a bandage, yeah.”

You nodded, “Yeah.”

He slid his cock in, sheathing himself entirely. His chest touched your breasts, and his face was just inches above you. He groaned, wincing and clenching his jaw. “You’re so tight, baby. But it feels good.” He held himself up with his flat on the mattress, and slowly bobbed his hips into you.

“Mm.” you muttered as the pressure inside you lessened. You were really wet, so his big cock slid nicely in and out. It started to feel good.

“How do you feel, my girl?” he huffed out, going a little faster.

You locked eyes with him. His red tipped curls hung in his eyes, making him look so cute. “Feels amazing, I love you, Lee.”

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ittybittyemmyy · 3 months ago

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35 Humiliating Questions for Adult Babies from @enby-foxx W/ 35 humiliating answers from @ittybittyemmyy

Q. 1. How often should you be diapered?

A. 1 24/7 I'm a stress and urge incontinent bed wetting babie if not diapered beds and pants get wet.

Q. 2. Do you want your underwear cut up?

A. 2..No ! I need some to pretend I'm a big girl and put over my pullups at workies !

(My Daddy should please cut up my panties and put me in my place. Babies=no panties)

Q. 3. Do people in diapers get to decide when they cum?

A. 3. Um... I'm not supposed to... Daddy says that's a choice only adults make for dumb babies but if that's the case maybe he shouldn't leave Mr. Buzzy in the baby's reach and should lock him up in a box to keep him safe

Q. 4. Should anyone in diapers be looked at in a sexual manner?

A. 4.I fink so! Adult Babies by their Daddies or mommies yeah! We sexy in diapees right? Especially stinky ones ! *giggles*

Q. 5. Should you be allowed to use the toilet?

A. 5. At workies I get too but when home I'm not allowed unless under a thick diapee

Q. 6. Do you drool on yourself?

A. 6 Hmpf... No.! ( Sometimes )

Q. 7. Do you rub your diaper when no one is looking?

A. 7 ..... it just feels so soft and squishy! How am I not supposed to touch it?!

Q. 8. Do you like to waddle in your diapers?

A. 8 I love wearing big thick diapers and being forced to crawl only toddlers get to waddle.... I'm a babie and babies crawl....

Q. 9. Do you want everyone to know you wear diapers?

A. 9 It Is a dream for everyone I meet and know to know about it and accept me, and treat me as such and I'm pretty open about being a little but don't force it upon no one

Q. 10. Is potty training too hard for you, stupid?

A. 10 Hush.... I just never got it's okay!

Q. 11. Should you be allowed on the furniture?

A. 11 Um yeah if Daddys checking my diapee while I'm up there so I don't leaks on da couch!

Q. 12. Do you like being a smelly baby?

A. 12I wuv being a smelly babie my stinky diapees make my headspace stronger 🤭

Q. 13. Does your house smell like piss?

A. 13 Nope I carpet clean if I leaks on da floor and change sheets and the mattress protector every time I has an accident! Abdls don't have to = being gross and unhygienic

Q. 14. Do you prefer dry diapers or full diapers?

A. 14 Full diapees are more fun to squish!

Q. 15. Do you like to wear plastic panties?

A. 15 They are cute but all pairs I have tried have been so big on me they go up to my Chest

Q. 16. Do you need your diaper checked?

A. 16 All day every day atleast 2 changies a day

Q. 17. Do you make humpies in your diaper?

A. 17 If no one's looking...maybe.... it FEELS GOOD

Q. 18. Do you like messy diapers?

A. 18 Messy diapers are so warm and are the best to make humpies in..... ask my stuffie doug..

Q. 19. How thick do you like your diapers?

A. 19 To the point I can't walk and have to only crawl around like the dumb infant I am

Q. 20. Are you diapered right now?

A. 20 I'm 24/7 so yes !

Q. 21. Who should be allowed to check your diaper?

A. 21 Only my Daddy and other grown ups Daddy trusts to do so as well

Q. 22. When’s the last time you leaked?

A. 22 Um the other day I leaked through my diapee and leggings at the store..

Q. 23. Should you be allowed to change your diaper whenever you want?

A. 23 No babies don't get to choose when they need a diaper change. It teaches obedience

Q. 24. Do you like to bounce on your diapered bottom?

A. 24. I wuv being bounced on my Daddys knee in my diapees! It is so fun!!

Q. 25. Do you like diapers more than sex?

A. 25 Um maybe.... idk diaper sex is cool. Best of both worlds.

Q. 26. Did you make pushies today?

A. 26 Nope ! Daddy said If I don't soon he's gonna gimme a suppositumory I dunno what dat means but no stinkies for Emmy!

Q. 27. Why do you wear diapers?

A. 27 I have wore diapees all my life I never took to potty training at night and I have kidney damage due to trauma that made me lose control of my bladder at 16 it just makes me more calm and just makes sense for me to be diapered rather than laughing and peeing my pants in public

Q. 28. Do you want to be a bedwetter?

A. 28 I am one and have been all my life

Q 29. Do you use a bottle?

A. 29 when I can I don't like big cups I spill when trying to drink from them!

Q. 30. What embarrassing things do you like to be called?

A. 30 Daddy calls me stinky, princess, his pee baby, Pee butt, potty pants, his soggy girl ect and I wuv dem all they make me blushy and giggle he's so siwwy

Q. 31. Do you enjoy being restrained?

A. 31 It Is a fun time I just got a pair of segufix locking booties but, I want a @straitjacketshopcom jacket and booties, I'm also a rope bunny....

Q. 32. Do you enjoy doing as your told?

A. 32 Not really but if it makes Daddy happy I will

Q. 33. How much would you love to be humiliated daily for being an adult baby

A.33 Every day of my life I wanna know I'm less than every other grown up and that I didn't mature like them. I'm just a babie

Q. 34. What’s the longest you’re willing to go being diapered 24/7?

A.34 Well I've been 24/7 my whole life so far so the rest of it too?

Q. 35. What’s more humiliating than being an adult baby?

A. 35 Ummm I honestly don't know really but fitting toddler pullups cause I'm so small probably takes the cake...

#ab/dl community #adult toddler #diaper dependent #incontinent #ab/dl diaper #bed wetter #daddys little one #pottypants #adult diaper lover #diaper pee

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tinkerbelle05 · 2 years ago

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How would Battinson react to his kids, his babies, dating, and growing up?

The first was Dick. He saw the growing embers of something more than friendship between him and Wally. The longing stares when one thought no one was looking, the longer than necessary touching, the blushes. It seemed like everyone could see but those two, and it was cute.

It stopped being cute when Dick entered his office one afternoon. Bruce hadn’t known what personal space was since Dick got comfortable with him. Dick would frequently invade it by jumping on Bruce’s back for an impromptu piggyback ride, though those were things of the past the older and bigger Dick got, or just giving him a bear hug.

But this was different. The way he actually walked rather than ran, the way his demeanor was more closed off and hesitant rather than open and relaxed like it usually was.

He walked to meet Dick halfway, abandoning his work. He gently held his shoulders.

“What’s wrong, Chum?”

Dick took a deep breath, in and out. “I have a boyfriend! It's Wally.” He blurted out and looked at Bruce.

Bruce saw fleeting hope of acceptance, of love in Dick’s eyes. But he also saw uncertainty of rejection in them too.

“That’s great, chum. Who confessed first?” Bruce was happy for Dick, he deserved happiness, especially in their line of work. But a small part of him felt bitter about it.

Not Wally himself, he knew the kid for years and he was a good one. But of what he represented, his birds were growing up and leaving the nest. Leaving him. Now, Bruce was happy to see his children growing into themselves. However, he feels like he isn’t needed anymore.

Why would they need a protector, who isn’t even that good at it anyway, when they showed again and again that they can provide for themselves?

The announcement reminded him of Jaime and Jason, he liked him and Damian certainly did, but his kids’ were leaving. Like, today Jason and Damian canceled dinner to be with Jamie and his family for dinner.

But this wasn’t about how Bruce feels. So even if it was bittersweet he listened to Dick rave about Wally.

Giving Bruce so much detail, he wasn't sure if this even was the same person, but he guessed being childhood best friends are different from being boyfriend.

“Alfred, have you seen Tim? He is not in the Cave or his room.” They were working on a hard and gruesome case, and just when Tim was healing from that nasty cut he got last night. Bruce knows how Tim gets when they have cases like these. He would work from day to night until he gets an answer, and that is if he doesn't fall asleep first. Even if he was recovering, and that missing spleen of his didn’t make things better.

It was one of the many things he neglected to teach Tim when he was first Robin, to have a good work-life balance, not that Bruce could talk but still, too filled with grief to see. But he is making a change, and that is starting with getting Tim to bed.

“No, I haven't, Master Bruce,” the butler answers, “but I’ll be on the lookout for him.”

Bruce gave a nod and continued to search the Manor looking for his son. He’d done this before, hiding from Bruce, because he knew what will happen. It’s childish and oftentimes annoying but a tiny part likes taking care of Tim. Tucking him into bed, kissing him on the forehead, and closing the door slowly.

Eventually, he does find Tim, he’s in Bruce’s room. His black hair, which was in that middle stage of looking long while short, looked like a bird’s nest and his eyes were dazed like he had taken a nap. His disheveled sheets and blankets were evidence of that.

“Good afternoon, Timmy.” Bruce greets him with a small smile.

Tim blinked at him like an owl and he came to his senses slowly. He looked like a misbehaving child who got caught red-handed with contraband cookies.

“Shit!”

“Language” Bruce corrected automatically. Raising kids for years will do that to you, especially Jason and Duke.

“Sh– shot! Sorry B I'll go.”

Bruce leaped forward to stop Tim’s frantic movements. “Tim, you don't have to leave or anything. I'm fine with you staying in my bed. I was just looking for you all over to take a break. But I see you’re already doing that..”

Red paints over Tim’s ears and neck and attempts to look away from them. “Well duh, I'm not a kid anymore B.”

His last all-nighter was 2 days ago. Duke found him in the dining chair.

Tim looks him straight in the eyes, “I heard you talking to Alfred. I was worrying you with my bad self-care habits and I decided to grow up. Besides, I can't live how I used to, especially without my spleen.”

Now it was Bruce’s turn to look surprised. He thought he would never see the day. But why are tears threatening to spill out then? Why was there a hole forming in his heart then? He should be happy, his children are growing into fine young men and women. So why....?

“Woah, woah, Bruce!” Tim’s alert voice yelled for him, breaking Bruce from his thoughts to see that tears were actually forming.

“Oh, don't mind me,” he shrugged Tim off and blinked the tears away. “I have some work that needs to get done, so you go rest up.” Bruce pushed Tim into the bed and tucked him into the covers, kissing him on the forehead, and closing the door slowly. A routine he’s done multiple times with multiple children, and his mind wonders when they’ll ask him to stop doing that.

He ignored Tim’s shouts to come back and closed the door. He walks aimlessly through the quiet and empty manor. It’s been ages since the building was filled with sound and laughter, now it sits in silence. So quiet Bruce can hear his footsteps echoing throughout the halls when 2 months ago he couldn’t even hear what Duke was saying while Tim and Damien engaged in their weekly arguments about everything and anything.

Oh, Duke. Gotham’s daytime vigilante, one of her many victims. He came to Bruce unsure in everything he was doing but nowadays he’s grown sure in his actions. On the last patrol, Tim had gotten hurt badly and the only way out was for Duke to drive. He didn't need Bruce or Babara to guide him.

His kids were growing up, and soon, they wouldn't need him anymore.

#soft bruce wayne #battinson #duke thomas #dick grayson #wally west #birdflash #tim drake #bruce wayne #insecure bruce wayne #jason todd #jamie reyes #damian wayne #batfamily angst #batfam #batdad

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brainddeadd · 4 months ago

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Sooo I know you wanted more Joseph Woll requests.. hear me out 97, 99, 109 from the smut prompts list where the reader is dominating him for the first time together. You can decide if it’s rough or soft dom.

In Control

Warnings: smut, handjob, kisses, soft dom reader, fluff

97. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure about something.”

99. “That— I didn’t know I could make those noises.”

109. “I don’t— I don’t think I can last any longer, fuck, please—”

anon.. you've killed me..

not this breaking me out of my smut writing slump

Joseph's bright eyes flick between yours, wide and glassy, as he lies sprawled beneath you on the bed. His chest rises and falls with slow, ragged breaths. You’ve never seen him this undone—his usual calm replaced with something vulnerable, needy, and achingly sweet.

You lean in, brushing your fingers through his soft, messy hair. His lips part as you trail your nails lightly down his jawline, watching goosebumps ripple along his skin. He shivers, and you smile, kissing the corner of his mouth so gently that it’s almost teasing.

“Are you sure about this?” you whisper, your voice low but soft with care. The weight of his trust in you hums between the words.

Joseph’s breath catches, his hands squeezing the sheets beneath him. His voice is quiet but certain. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure about something.”

His honesty makes your heart clench in the best way. You kiss him again, this time deeper, savoring the little sound he makes—a mix between a sigh and a moan, like he’s not used to letting go like this. He’s always been the steady one, the protector. But right now, he’s yours to guide, to care for—and you can see how much he craves that.

“Just relax,” you murmur as your hands explore his bare skin, moving down from his chest to his sides. Your touch is firm but gentle, grounding him with every stroke. You can feel him tense beneath your fingers, anticipation radiating from him like heat.

You look into his eyes, watching as they darken with need. “You’re doing so good,” you whisper, and he exhales sharply as you lean in, your lips trailing kisses along his throat. He tilts his head back against the pillow, and a soft whimper escapes him, one that ignites a fire deep in your core.

He makes a sound—soft and breathy, almost like a whimper—and then freezes, cheeks flushing pink. His embarrassment makes you grin.

“That—I didn’t know I could make those noises,” he admits, a hint of a laugh in his voice.

“Yeah?” you tease, your fingers dancing lower, brushing along the waistband of his sweatpants. “I like it. I want to hear more.”

His mouth falls open, gasping for air as your fingers playfully dance above the fabric, enticing him. He writhes beneath your touch, yearning and uncertain, and you can't help but grin at how easily he surrenders to you.

“You feel good, baby?” you ask gently, your fingers now teasingly tugging at the waistband.

His voice is shaky, the slightest tremor in it. “Yeah, so good. But… I need… I need more.”

You bite your lip, looking down at him. He’s practically begging, his eyes glazed with lust. You can see the heat pooling in his abdomen, every nerve ending alive with want.

“Okay, but you have to tell me what you want,” you say softly, taking your time as you slowly pull down the band of his pants, teasingly exposing his hips. He squirms in anticipation, desperate for your touch but unable to reach it yet.

“Please,” he breathes, desperation lacing his voice. “Just touch me.”

With a slow, deliberate motion, you run your fingers over his skin, tracing the defined lines of his abs before grasping his throbbing cock. A deep groan rumbles through him both as you stroke him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your bodies.

“God, yes,” he gasps, his back arching slightly as you begin to move your hand up and down. The pleasure coursing through him is palpable, and you can’t help but lean down, capturing his mouth with yours, swallowing every sound he makes.

As your hand continues its steady rhythm, you feel the warmth of his skin and the tightness of his muscles beneath your touch. He starts to buck into your grip, his body betraying his desperate desire for more friction. His cheeks are flushed with arousal, and his breaths come in quick gasps as he shifts and squirms beneath you. It only makes you want to tease him more.

As your lips meet Joseph's, you can feel the heat radiating from his body. He responds eagerly, his hands tangled in your hair as he pulls you closer. With a low moan, you break away to murmur against his lips, watching his face twist with pleasure.

"You're so beautiful like this," you say, your voice thick with desire.

His eyes snap open, dark and smoldering. The way he looks at you sends a thrill through your entire body. "I-I don't think I can last much longer," he stutters out, his words laced with urgency. "Fuck- please-"

Your heart races as you pick up the pace, your fingers gripping him just a little tighter. His breath catches in his throat and you can see him teetering on the edge of release, ready to break apart in your hands.

"Let go for me, baby," you whisper, your lips brushing over his as you speak. "I want to feel you." You can see the desperation in his eyes as he finally gives in to your plea and surrenders himself completely to the pleasure coursing through his body.

His whole body tenses beneath you, and the sound he makes—low, needy, and so beautifully broken—sends warmth flooding through you. You kiss him deeply, swallowing every noise as you guide him through the release he didn’t know he needed.

“Please,” he begs, voice trembling, eyes pleading. “I can’t—”

“Then don’t hold back,” you command softly, your voice dripping with encouragement. “I’ve got you. Just let it happen.”

His body arches off the bed, and with a few more strokes, he’s falling apart, gasping your name as waves of pleasure crash over him. The sheer intensity of it all sends a jolt of satisfaction through you, knowing you brought him to this point of bliss.

When it’s over, he’s limp and boneless beneath you, chest heaving with every shallow breath. His cheeks are flushed, and he looks at you with hazy, grateful eyes, like you’ve given him the world.

You press a soft kiss to his forehead, brushing the damp strands of hair from his face. “You okay?”

He nods weakly, a small, breathless laugh escaping him. “Better than okay.”

You smile, curling into his side and letting him pull you close. His arms wrap around you, holding on like you’re his anchor.

“Thank you,” he whispers, voice raw with emotion.

You kiss his shoulder, fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. “Always, Joe. Always.”

And as he drifts off, safe and content in your arms, you know you’ll treasure this moment—the first time you were able to give him what he needed, and the first time he trusted you enough to let you.

me @ the anon who sent this:

#joseph woll x reader #joseph woll imagines #joseph woll fanfic #° braindead writes

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