#but alas this is as close as i could get it

[okwonyo]

TOO CLOSE ⠀⭑ 𝗂’𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐕 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖽𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌

𝟏𝟎𝟏𝟎𝒾──── enhypen 𝗑 f!rea ✿ fluff 𓂋 kissing skinship ❞ 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 ｡

rbs ！ ✶ 𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦

HEESEUNG cradles your face when you kiss, as if you are the most precious thing in existence. he knows, from the moment you put your hands above his, what is going to happen— he dislikes the sole idea of it. he wishes he could kiss you forever, never ever stop, the alarm in his head goes off when you try to pull away. he groans when your lips are not on his anymore, his eyes flutter open at the same time as yours. “are you okay, baby?” he questions the grimace on your face. you don’t answer, turning your head to the side before sneezing. he can’t help but laugh at the lovely sight, “you’re so fucking cute,” he says, diving back in.

JAY hates when it happens. he despises it. how he is so focused on your m outh, on pressing his lips against yours so eagerly yet gently. he doesn’t like when he feels so good, so free, so relieved kissing his beautiful girl. he loves to taste your fruit colored lipstick. his phone rings: one, two, three times. alas for whoever is calling, he doesn’t care— he wants to kiss you for as long as he can, until he can’t break anymore. “jay,” you say against his mouth, soon cut by another kiss from him, “jay—you—” he doesn’t even let you talk. it’s a miracle when you finally pull away, “you need to answer this, no?” too focused on your lips, he barely hears you. he leans in again, “they can wait.”

JAKE gets sad so easily, gets pouty so fast. he is always into it, into you— he drowns in the pleasure of your lips on his. his entire body shivers at the sole contact of your fingers in his hair, he stares when your mouths touch, he loves to kiss you. especially when your lips are so pretty. covered in your brand new lip combo. one kiss gets him in such a daze, he can’t stop but leans more and more. you smile despite the kiss when he follows your lips as you try to pull away. the whine that leaves his mouth makes your pulse rise up, “please.” when you open your eyes, his own are still closed, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouting. “you are ruining my makeup,” you laugh. jake groans, hiding his face in your neck.

SUNGHOON is a very passionate kisser. his mind goes completely blank when you lips touch. he forgets all his senses if it’s not touch or taste. he lets his instinct control his entire body, only thinking of you and your body pressed against his. more often than not, his body decides to make his deepest wishes come true— like making you climb on his lap or lifting you off the floor or, in this specific situation, biting your lower lip with his sharpened fangs. the funniest thing is that he is confused when you pull away, “sunghoon,” you laugh quietly. his eyes open and his lips are still puckered, “did you just bite me?” the tall man seems to regain consciousness at the exact moment, “uh,” a smirks creeps on his face, the tip of his tongue touch one of his fangs, “yeah, can i do it again?”

SUNOO knew that the movie wasn't going to be watched anyway. although, you both spent thirty minutes looking for one both of you would like. he knew that he would spend the first minutes doing nothing but thinking of the right time to kiss you. he knew that his only mission was to kiss you— he aimed for his goal and hit. in less than ten minutes you were sitting on his lap, kissing the soul out of him. everything was perfect; the movie long forgotten and the sound of your wet kisses filling his ears. perfect. until you decided that it’s a good idea to break the kiss. “hey,” his voice is hoarse, eyelids locked and lips swallowed, “come back here.” you only giggle and he guesses you are turning off the tv, that it won’t take long but he is already growing impatient. “so eager,” you whisper, leaning back in. he hums in your mouth as the kiss starts.

JUNGWON misses you all the time. even when he is the one who needs to go abroad, even when he isn’t gone yet; the fact that he is going to be far away from you breaks his heart. perhaps, it could be for a short period of tile, but it will feel like a lifetime. he wa supposed to leave over twenty minutes ago now, but he runs back to you the moment he was too close to the door for his own liking. you let him jail him with his embrace with a huge smile,on your face— if you could choose, you’ll never let him leave. but you have to, even if he is a very goo kisser and the way he lifts you up makes your entire body burn with need, he has to take his plane. “won,” you whisper his name between kisses. he hums, inviting you to continue, “you’ll miss your plane.” he kisses you even harder, as if he took your comment as a challenge: “i don’t care, i want you.”

RIKI gives the kind of kiss that makes your stomach flutter with a dozen butterflies. his lips makes your heart open full bloom, your entire body goes warm as if touched by the summer sun and your emotions are replaced with pure glee. riki does make you nervous, a lot. whether he is doing nothing or the most, he never fails to make you giggle shyly. and, for sure, especially when you are kissing. you starts giggling and he is contaminated by your sweet laugh. you end up being unable to kiss him more, as your cheeks hurt from how hard you are smiling. “i’m sorry,” you laugh, not sorry at all. riki doesn’t seem bothered. he lets you burry your laughing face in his chest.

분지 ܃ well i wrote this for whiny jake ☺️

taglist open 。

[chaoticwriting]

Old Friend 3

Part 2

As the bats arrive at the scene, they see goons laying down unconscious with bullet holes scattered everywhere. From their trained eyes, they could see that none of the men were harmed. Not even injured.

They stealthily snoop around looking for evidence or any clue of what's happening when they see an open door leading down the basement. Entering the door leads to a staircase down underground into what is presumed to be a secret lab.

Batman: Scarecrow's lab. Spoiler, Robin. Gather evidence while Black Bat and I investigate further.

Spoiler and Robin: Yes.

The further along they go, the more tubes of green liquids they see. If this amount of fear gas is released in Gotham, even neighboring cities might get affected. They prepare themselves for an ambush when suddenly, they see Scarecrow hanging upside down more bloodied than the goons outside.

They move closer and suddenly, a small light catches their eyes and when they turn, they see Danny sitting on the workbench with a cigarette in one hand and a tin of beer in another.

They prepare themselves for a fight when suddenly, Danny speaks.

Danny: Hey, you got a cure or something for the gas thingy? I don't really care but I would rather not see my family and friends dead and their voices screeching my name.

Startled, Batman takes out an antidote for the fear gas and throws it to Danny. Danny catches it and touches it before jabbing it on his arm.

Batman: What are you doing here?

Danny: Hello to you too Mr. Batman. I'm just here to spend some excess energy. You can take away the guy. No need to thank me.

-30 minutes ago-

As Danny walks down the alley, he can feel the emotions lingering in the city. Fear, despair, anger. If he is a hormonal teenager, these emotions would have influenced him heavily. Fortunately, he is now a full grown adult from a human standpoint and a kid by ghost standard.

However, he also doesn't like these lingering emotions in the air. Unlike Amity Park where the emotions are quite spread out, the emotions here are quite centered. Sensing the source, he sees a huge asylum that reeks of not only negative emotions but also dark magic and divinity.

Yeah, he is not touching that with a 10 foot pole. Suddenly, a burst of fear comes from a warehouse somewhere in the distance. Danny flies there to investigate when he sees the warehouse fully guarded by armed men.

Seeing that none of them looks like good guys plus the burst of fear, Danny lands in front of the building detransformed and takes out 2 batons from his long coat.

The goons start to shout as they see Danny coming close but when they see he doesn't bother with their warning, they start shooting. What they don't expect however is the guy to dodge all of their bullets and then knock them out right after.

When Danny enters the warehouse, all the goons turn to him. If he is in a good mood, he would have made a joke or two. Unfortunately for them, Danny is not really into jokes right now. So he rushes towards the nearest goon while they are still stunned.

It's not before Danny knocks down a few of the goons do they react and reach for their guns. After all, they fully expect the bats or the birds to attack them but not a random guy wearing a long coat with a pair of batons.

One by one, the goons fall as Danny ricochets from one to another. He moves so fast that at some point the goons start to just shoot randomly hoping to hit him.

But alas, for a highly trained assassin, all of these goons are easy work if he wants to kill them. When Danny stops, all that is left are bodies on the ground unconscious. Looking at his coat that is grazed, Danny frowns but continues towards a door that screams "the boss is here".

Entering it leads Danny down a staircase into a room full of tubes. Green liquids fill the tubes as they let out an ominous glow. Touching a drop that falls on the floor, Danny can feel the essence of fear coming from it.

Suddenly, one of the tubes starts to move and empty itself as green gas starts to fill the room. Danny accidentally catches a whiff of the gas and suddenly, his eyesight starts to blur and he can hear screaming all around him.

When it becomes clear again, all he sees is the dead bodies of his friends and families. Dad, mom, Jazz, Sam, Tucker, Vlad, Wes, Valerie and even Cass. All of them, laying on the ground with blood flowing from their bodies. Suddenly, all of them start to chant his name.

"All of this is your fault" One of them says.

"Why can't you save us?" Another one screams.

"You cause this!" All of them shout together.

However, throughout it all Danny barely flinches. His face blank and his body unmoving. He remembers when this was once his nightmare. Living everyday in fear for his loved ones to die.

But all of that has long change. Danny has experienced the nightmare so many times that he has become numb to it. Especially since he knows these are all illusions.

Since all of his five senses are not working, Danny releases a small burst of omnidirectional ectoplasm, which is a technique he learns from Pandora. He called it Ectolocation. When the ectoplasm bounces back, he can feel a figure slowly approaching him. When the figure enters his range, he quickly swings his baton knocking the guy unconscious.

Danny sets the guy upside down then finds a chair to rest. Taking out a can of beer and a pack of cigarettes, Danny waits as he wonders when the vigilantes or the polices are gonna arrive.

@tkiesai @phoenixdemonqueen

[darlingdaisyfarm]

Mullet stan with a caring reader

There. I said it.

Bringing him inside, making him meals through the day. Testing hair products on him as an excuse to run your hands through his hair, givung him gifts. Sharing hot beverages on cold nights. The sappy shit.

All these things, you do that with no expectantions of him to return the favor, but Stan doesn't feel the same way.

Stan thinks he needs to recompensate you. Needs to make sure that he's worth of your kindness. But alas, it's not like he have anything of value to offer you, right?

So he pays you in the only way he can when money is scarce. Sex.

But even there you're still thinking on him. It's almost like you're not even thinking about your pleasure at all. Kissing his body softly, whispering praises to his ear as you jerk him off. Learning what he likes by hearing how he whines (Fucking mewls) when you ride him. You even encourage him to moan louder goddamnit.

He really doesn't want to get attached, but the way you called him a good boy after he cummed all over his belly really wasn't helping him in the slightest.

Have a good day/night

can i eat this ask for breakfast and dinner pls? it’s so damn tasty i’m gonna start crying. mullet Stan is my roman empire. he makes me feel twelve different emotions per second and i would write for him forever with tears in my eyes. i love him so fucking much

also omg i’m so sorry i wrote this much ?? i don’t even know if this is what you meant but i just got so inspired bc this prompt is everything to me :(( forgive me for being possessed

nsfw

yes, exactly. it starts with you loving him the way no one ever did. Stanley is not used to it, the love. the little things. you feed him three times in one day and his eyes go all wide. you tuck his hair behind his ear when he’s too tired to answer, and he watches you like a stunned animal, expecting you to vanish but also ready to run before you can.

it's shocking. your love doesn’t barter. you brush out his tangles in the morning and warm his jacket on the radiator just because. you kiss his neck when he’s got a headache and tell him he’s doing so well, even if all he did that day was rotting in bed.

he’s not sure if he’s meant to speak it or kneel to it. and the fact that you do it with no expectations, nothing demanded in return, that’s worse for him, Stan can’t cope. he’s sweating under your kindness more than he ever did under interrogation lights.

you hand him a warm plate. put him in the chair and just. . . start rubbing shit into his hair. argan oil? cocoa butter? Stanley doesn’t even know what the hell it is, just that your hands are in his scalp. it feels so good he’s sinking like a corpse into soft earth. twitching sometimes. biting his lip. pretending not to like it.

and it makes him angry that he’s hard by the time you towel off the conditioner. because he felt safe. and he doesn’t know how to live with that. so he does the only thing he knows how to do, which is unzip his fly and try to fuck the guilt out of himself.

cuz that guilt builds and builds and he’s got no tools to fight it. no gold to give you and no skill he thinks matters, so his only option is to offer the one thing he knows he’s good at: getting you off. or. . . trying to. but of course, you won't even let him be a proper martyr for you, will you? you make it worse. because when Stan presses his face into your belly, groaning against your skin, trying to make you cum first so he doesn’t have to think about how selfish he feels for needing you, you just roll him over and smile, “shhh. i wanna take care of you today, baby.”

the look on Stan's face could only be described as genuine shock and something very close to tears. those big brown eyes wide with disbelief at what he just heard, thick brows lifted, lips parted slightly as a hoarse breath slipped out of him, still not over the way he’d just been thrusting into you so fast and so deep. because what the fuck do you mean by that? who taught you to say things like that to men who are worn out and out of gas and money. why are you still looking at him like he’s got worth?

“lemme make it up to you,” Stan says in shock. “c’mon, sweetheart, lemme take care of you for once!”

but you don’t let him as you press him down by the chest, mouth on his neck, earning a groan from him. “no, honey, you’re the one getting taken care of tonight.”

and fuck if that doesn’t make his legs go weak.

you ease him back onto the bed like you’re tucking him in. straddle his lap, kiss his temple, rub slow circles into his chest while he trembles under your weight. you pull his cock out soft and slow, make a pretty little nest for it in your palm. before he can protest, you’re stroking him off slowly, kissing along his jaw and whispering things, “go on. let me hear you, baby. i wanna know how much you like this”, “look how you throb in my hand. look at how pretty you are when you’re trying so hard not to beg” as you smile watching his needy face

you grin when finally a long moan escapes from his dry lips. he never knew he could sound like that, did he? never knew he had a voice that could get so needy. Stanley's crying, pink-eyed and ashamed, but you’re licking it off his flushed hot cheeks, telling your boy he’s so so so fucking beautiful. and it’s breaking him over and over again.

Stanley’s in a fog. in such a thick, impenetrable fog, it wraps around his whole body, slips inside and tickles his lungs. he can’t remember the last time he felt this good? and more importantly, this safe during sex? you’re asking him something, Stan hears you, you’re saying something about good boys and how they need to cum, but he can’t quite make out your words because all he’s doing is crying out loud every time your hand moves up to his leaking tip and squeezes, so tight, making it feel so impossibly narrow there. Stan’s drunk. for the first time, drunk not on booze or drugs, but on pleasure. so drunk he doesn’t even notice when you start kissing all over his body. taking your time. from jaw to collarbone to chest. you mouth over his throat, kiss the hollow of it, kiss every scar, and then stop at his nipples, god, his nipples, and stay there.

you tongue over one, suck gently, then nuzzle at it, just lingering, and he’s gasping, whining, all those pretty noises spilling out of him while your palm never stops working his cock. “you sound so good, honey,” you murmur against his chest, and he shivers. “gonna cum just from my voice, baby? from me telling you how good you are? my pretty boy hm?”

he mewls. he actually fucking mewls and he’s gonna cry. Stanley hides his face with one arm over his eyes and tries not to cum right then and there just from how sweet your voice sounds. it’s maddening for him, the idea that this isn’t for you, but for him. he’s panting under your hands, flushed pink all the way down his chest, whispering little breathless “ah—shhiiit—fuck”s because his lungs can’t keep up with the affection you’re pouring into him.

but this is the part that kills him, you let him come down from it. carefully, you kiss his belly, wipe him down with a towel from the heater, murmur little nothings like “that’s my good boy. . .you did so good for me” and he thinks “that’s it” although he dreams of drowning in this love of yours. but guess what, you're not done, sliding back onto him, guiding his softening, oversensitive dick back inside, and he gasps, tries to wriggle away because it’s too much, but you just coo at him cuz he’s your sweetest thing.

Stan's hands slap against your thighs as he sobs again and again. it probably hurts to be touched so sweetly. probably.

“you can take it, baby. you always do so good for me. gosh, your cock feels amazing Stanley, so big. . . my big boy yeah?” you don’t stop with the praise. “cmere, lemme hear you. don’t hide it, i wanna hear all of it. that voice is so fucking gorgeous. louder, Stan, louder, please.”

you feel like you’re about to cry yourself, looking at Stan’s tear-streaked face. he’s barely even moving, completely given up, letting you ride his overstimulated cock however you want. his forehead’s all sweaty, and his mullet, messy on a good day, is so thoroughly ruined you can’t even enjoy those beautiful puppy eyes of his. leaning in toward your boy, you kiss his forehead, brushing the hair out of his face, and Stanley, completely overwhelmed, no, lost in the mess of emotion and the pleasure curling all his fingers tight, grabs your waist like he’ll die if you ever stop fucking him like this. he starts sobbing about how good your pussy feels, begging you never to leave him. god. “oh fuck baby. baby please don’t stop! please stay, stay with me, fffuck, you feel so good, i can’t. i can’t even think. . . please don’t ever go, live with me, fuckin’ marry me, i’ll do anything. j-just don’t stop, don’t stop ridin’ me like that. i need youuu, i need you so bad, i’m nothin’ without you. . . feed me, please fuckin’ feed me and ride me and stay with me forever, i’ll be so good, i’ll be so good, i promise. please, i love you, baby i love you so bad it hurts, oh god im so close. don’t leave me, please don’t take this away from me. . . oh im cumming. . .oh god, oh god, don’t stop, don’t stop”

Stan's so deep in that puppy love he doesn’t even realize the way he’s talking anymore. if he had a tail, it’d be wagging so hard it’d knock over furniture. he keeps nuzzling into your chest then reaching for your lips because you’re the only safe place in the world. he's a mutt that’s finally been fed and thinks he’ll die if he loses you. Stan wants to be kept, owned, loved. Stan wants you to touch his hair and call him yours. he wants to be your good boy forever.

and later, when he’s trembling, flushed and panting beneath you, belly streaked in cum, hair mussed from your hands, tears dried against his temples, you lean down, kissing his neck and say thank you, watching him sleep.

Stan's never been treated like this in his life. and you’re making sure that the first time he feels worthy, it’s when he’s whimpering in your arms, bare and loved

[xxmcr05xx]

The Killing Moon | Bruce Wayne x f!Reader

Summary: Bruce Wayne needs to get his frustrations out, so he seeks his wife.

Warnings/Contains: Rough sex, multiple orgasms, spanking, overstimulation, cunnilingus, Bruce letting his frustrations out with sex!!

WC: 1,664

Originally Posted: 02/01/23 on AO3!

18+ MDNI!!!

Divider by @cursed-carmine

Bruce Wayne's vision went blurry.

The billionaire was not having a good night, he was close to saving a young girl from being murdered by a crime lord but alas, he didn't make it in time and she was already dead. Batman sped the car up in rage and screamed, furious and upset about how he could have saved that young girl, after all, she was only 15. After a long car ride, Bruce made it to the Batcave, he stormed out of the car and threw his suit and cowl.

Alfred looked at Bruce and frowned, "Are you alright Master Wayne?" the older man asked, picking up Bruce's outfit.

"NO! I'M NOT FUCKING ALRIGHT! I could have saved a young girl today.... she- she died because of me."

Bruce muttered, holding onto his shirt. "Mistress Wayne is in the kitchen if you need her," Alfred stated calmly, Bruce muttered a thank you as he made his way to the elevator.

Bruce made his way to the kitchen to see his wife finishing off a carbonara dish, the man made his way behind F/N and hugged her, resting his head on her shoulder. F/N jumped a little but held Bruce's hands, "You okay, my love?" F/N asked, rubbing his hands softly, "No... I got a 15-year-old girl killed," Bruce muttered. F/N turned to face Bruce, a mixture of anger and sadness emitted from his eyes, "Oh Bruce, why do you say that?" she asked, holding onto Bruce's hands as they sat down on the living room couch. "I... I was too slow and this girl was just dead, Falcone got to her before I could," Bruce sighed.

F/N hugged Bruce, "It wasn't your fault dear, you tried your hardest, the outcome was just unfortunate," F/N kissed Bruce's forehead and smiled, "Let's go eat and then we'll get ready for bed, okay?" she said, Bruce nodded.

The two silently ate dinner at the table, Bruce indulged in the warmness of the pasta that his wife made, it always reminded him of how his mother's cooking tasted.

"Can we shower?" Bruce asked quietly, F/N smiled and nodded as the two got up, F/N taking their plates and cutlery into the kitchen. The billionaire held his wife's hand as they made their way to the bathroom.

After 15 minutes of showering the pair got out of the shower: Bruce wore an Elliott Smith shirt and shorts while F/N wore a camisole and shorts. They then brushed their teeth in silence again and made their way to their shared bedroom. Bruce sighed loudly as he made his way under the sheets, looking over at his wife who made her way under the sheets too.

"You okay now, Bruce?" F/N asked, rubbing Bruce's scarred arms, he shook his head, the same spark of anger and sadness in his eye. "I... I need to..." Bruce muttered as he made his way on top of F/N.

"You'll let me do this, right?" Bruce muttered, stroking F/N hair out of her face, F/N kissed Bruce's lips softly and smiled, "That give you an answer?" Bruce's eyes widened as he started to attack F/N's lips with his own, making F/N jump.

The man grabbed his wife by the wrist and held her hands above her head, he moved one hand down her chest until it reached her hips, grabbing them harshly. F/N moaned softly as Bruce's knee moved in between her legs, he then moved his tongue into her mouth, caressing her mouth with his tongue. He then moved away from the kiss to look down at his panting and red-faced wife.

Bruce then grabbed her shorts and underwear and pulled them off, leaving F/N in just her camisole. "B-Bruce!" F/N squealed, the man moved F/N's legs apart and moved them so that they were resting on his shoulders.

"Thank you for my dessert, F/N," Bruce mumbled. He lifted F/N up a bit so that her camisole slid down to reveal her breasts, Bruce grabbed one with one hand, while his other hand was used to keep F/N up. Bruce moved his mouth onto F/N's labia as he took a long slow lick of it, F/N gasped at the feeling and moaned a little.

He then put his entire mouth on her entrance and started to lick deep with his tongue, enjoying the taste of his wife. F/N moaned out loudly as his thighs squished her husband's head, holding Bruce's hand that was on her breasts. Bruce sighed deeply at the taste and started to concentrate on the small bundle of nerves above F/N's pussy.

"Oh FUCK! Fuck Bruce, please!" F/N held onto the bedsheets tightly as Bruce concentrated on that one spot. The man took his hand away from her breasts and used it to finger F/N, slowly going from one finger to three. F/N gasped at the feeling and moaned out again, repeating Bruce's name over and over like a mantra.

Bruce was proud of himself as he felt F/N cum but instead of stopping, he continued to finger her, F/N looked down at Bruce, who looked back up at F/N.

"Oh G-God Bruce- it's too much..." F/N whined as she gripped the sheets harder, still overstimulated from her first orgasm.

"Bruce pleaseee... please Bruce!" F/N cried out as she tried wriggling away from Bruce. The billionaire frowned and moved away from F/N, who felt relief, "What makes you think you can just do that?" Bruce muttered angrily, F/N looked scared as Bruce took his shirt off, "You're such a naughty girl," Bruce whispered. He moved to the edge of the bed and positioned F/N so that she was laying on his lap.

Bruce frowned and smacked F/N's ass really hard, "Ow FUCK!" F/N hissed in pain, "Shut up, F/N," Bruce frowned. "You're gonna say sorry for every smack I give you, okay?" Bruce asked, rubbing F/N's ass which is slightly pink, F/N nodded and waited for impact.

Bruce spanked F/N's ass 50 times, really letting his frustration out, Bruce smiled softly at his work of art, F/N's ass was entirely red with multiple hand marks. "Good girl, F/N. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll be seeing stars," Bruce held F/N up and rubbed her face, kissing it softly, F/N smiled back and kissed him.

The man positioned his wife with her ass up in the air and bit his lips, he grabbed her ass and rubbed it slowly, "You're so beautiful, F/N," Bruce muttered, he took his pants and boxers off, revealing his slightly above-average erection. He held his cock and rubbed it slowly over F/N's slit, getting an unsatisfied whine from F/N.

Finally, Bruce entered inside of F/N, the two of them moaning at the feeling. Bruce held onto F/N's waist as he started to pound into F/N, her moans muffled by the pillow that her face was squashed into. Bruce smacked F/N's ass again as he went faster, letting out all of his frustrations with every thrust.

"God you're so fucking wet F/N, I miss this pussy," Bruce cried out as he leaned forward to kiss F/N's back. F/N looked over at Bruce with lustful eyes and smiled, her face loosened as Bruce hit her G-spot. "F-Fuck, oh fuck I'm gonna cum-" Bruce growled as he gripped F/N's waist harder, holding onto it as he released inside of her.

Bruce let out a sigh as he pulled out of F/N and flipped her so that her back was to the mattress, F/N's face looked breathless as she stared up at her husband, who moved one of her legs onto his shoulders, positioning himself at F/N's entrance.

He thrust back inside of her and continued to fuck hard inside her, "I'll fuck you so hard you'll be sure to be fucking pregnant," Bruce growled, he looked down at the woman under him, her hands gripping onto the sheets softly. Bruce kissed her leg as he leaned against it, admiring the softness of her leg, "I love you so much, F/N" Bruce muttered, "I love you more, Bruce," F/N replied.

He continued to fuck her, moving a hand to rub her clit, which really sparked her energy back, "Bruce! Oh fuck Bruce-" F/N cried out as her eyes widened at the feeling, jerking into Bruce's fingers. Bruce smiled proudly and continued to rub the soft nerve bundle which sent F/N into overdrive, cumming again on Bruce's cock.

"I lov- love you" F/N repeated a few times, making Bruce's heart melt at the sound of his name coming out of F/N's mouth. Bruce sighed and shut his eyes tight, concentrating on the feeling of F/N's pussy, "I'm so close F/N," he sighed, "D-Do it, please for me! Please cum in me!" F/N cried out, holding onto Bruce's arm.

With her permission, he came.

The two caught their breaths as Bruce pulled out, his cum dripping out of F/N's pussy and onto her thighs, "I'll clean that," Bruce muttered, getting up and heading to the ensuite. F/N moved onto her back as Bruce wiped the cum off her thighs, he then dressed F/N and them himself.

"You feel better now, my love?" F/N asked as Bruce hugged her, Bruce nodded as he closed his eye, enveloping F/N in a close hug. "Thank you... I'm sorry, I promise I'm not using you," Bruce whispered, kissing the top of F/N's head.

"I know you aren't darling, I'm just glad I could help. I enjoyed it a lot," F/N muttered, smiling softly as the pair fell asleep.

[tblsomedoodles]

The Preferable Alternative - Part 19

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[koipudding]

being with kaiser means having to dissect your own heart while stitching up his.

chewing on him jn the tags and etc. don’t mind me

he’d be pretty mean at first. he’s gauging your reactions; would you run if you saw everything that haunted him? how he haunts himself? Kaiser does nothing but spit and snarl at you, like a stray cat that’s only been kicked to the curb.

but you don’t leave him alone. not like every other one-night stand he’s had—no, you’ve made him breakfast—a traditional german faire—and brushed and put oil in his hair (his favorite scent too; you tell him it’s been your favorite for a few years. something in him softens).

It’s so domestic he almost vomits after that, but on his first night away from your apartment, he can’t sleep. Practice is shit and he’s not performing well, to the point where he initiates a facetime call (kaiser hates initiating. it feels like begging for your attention, when yours should be solely on him anyway.) and you pick up instantly.

the time difference makes something shatter in him. You’re just waking up… hair messy and eyes bleary. You can hardly speak or hold up the phone…

“Mihya…? You okay?” you’re slumped in bed, wearing his sweater. He might combust (when did Michael become so attached to you? He doesn’t know, but he whispers your name like a prayer, like you’re his guiding light).

“I’m better now, dear. Let me tell you what that idiot of a striker did at practice—“ he rambled on, and watches you nod along. You him and agree with him, and a weight falls off of his shoulders. Kaiser can love you. Perhaps he already does…

[starry-bi-sky]

i have been unmedicated for the entirety of spring break and thus have had little interest in writing this down, but i have been thinking about this for the entire week (as well as a dpdc clone danny au that resulted in it becoming its entirely separate batman au that includes a teenage vigilante bruce wayne, an ocarina, and me entirely incapable of making a batman au without making bruce dirt poor but we're not talking about that) and so i've finally went 'fuck it' and forcibly grabbed my laptop. I will get this done in one sitting even if it kills me.

BUT. This is about neither clone^2 danny nor about who i am calling Ocarina Batman. This is about my Danyal Al Ghul Au and more SPECIFICALLY it's me thinking about his relationship with Sam and Tucker specifically.

Tucker and Sam? Adore this asshole (affectionate) with every fiber of their being. And it is very much a reciprocated feeling, but Danny's thoughts will not be delved into much other than he would kill for them.

Tucker? The only person currently capable of getting a deep, loud, belly laugh out of Danny. Sam can get him to smile and to laugh, but it's the kind that's a chuckle-under-the-breath. The quiet, looks-down-while-huffing laughter. Snorts once with laughter and then grins stupidly.

But Tucker? Tucker can crack a slew of stupid jokes and Danny will be incapacitated for the next five minutes because he's laughing so hard that he can't breath. He lands one well-timed pun or quip and Danny will be close to tears. His laughter is their favorite sound in the whole world.

Sam is lowkey jealous of this ability, and she's gotten a belly laugh out of Danny a few times. But alas, it is Tucker who wields this power and has gotten it the most times out of the two of them.

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They're also both physically affectionate with Danny as much as possible. It started roughly around when they were 12-ish, a year since they befriended Danny, and they noticed that he sought after touch but never seemed to initiate (and was in some ways repulsed by it). They started slowly being more touchy with him. Hooking a finger around his to lead him somewhere, tapping his wrist, looping arms. Little touches, grabs, etc, to get him used to it, and once he started doing it back they started increasing it.

It's gotten to a point where he will now just. Lay on them. Like a lizard sunbathing on a rock. Leaning on their backs when they're sitting in class before the bell rings, his chin on their heads. He'll talk about anything with his arms looped around their shoulders.

If they're sitting on a couch at either of their houses, he'll lay his legs on theirs. Him and Tucker will press their feet against the other's and try and push against them (newsflash: Danny always wins, Tucker claims its the ghost strength but Danny's been winning since before his accident)

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Naturally, both Sam and Tucker know where Danny keeps his weapons on his person, and are allowed to grab them off of him if they need it. His only requirement is that they don't lose his weapons if they take it and forget to return it immediately.

They both understand how big of a thing this is from Danny, and so they do their best to treat his weapons with a lot of respect and care because they know its his way of saying he trusts them.

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Sam and Tucker are so fond of Danny it's insane. Like fr. That's their goddamn best friend, and they are so protective of him. Emotionally, physically, you name it. They will tear the head off a grown man if they need to, Danny's had scars since he arrived in Amity Park and Sam and Tucker both are going to find the person who put them there and make them pay for it.

One time, Tucker overheard a bunch of upperclass girls speaking nastily about Danny and about the rumors surrounding him, calling him names like 'freak', 'monster', etc. Danny was with him and heard it, and seemingly appeared unbothered by it, even telling Tucker that he was used to such rumors.

Tucker was so furious that hacked into the school system later that night and tanked those girls grades. They were kicked out of their clubs and had to go to mandatory tutoring for the rest of the year. He made sure to leave some way of letting them know it was him who did it.

And Sam doesn't like using her money for things, doesn't like abusing that wealth. So instead, whenever her parents talk bad about Danny, she causes a media incident that has her parents scrambling to deal with. She does something wild, outrageous by her parents' standards.

She heard some boys on the basketball team making fun of Danny once, similar to those girls had. She kicks up a fuss about something eco-unfriendly at school and forcibly holds a protest on the same day of the big home basketball game, forcing them to cancel the event and reschedule to a visiting school.

She anonymously donates money so that there's new uniforms for the team but oops! Looks like she "forgot" to donate enough money for them to get uniforms for all the team members, and strangely enough those boys in particular didn't get them! Looks like they'll have to wait until more money gets donated for the basketball team to get their new, nice uniforms. The old ones look so ratty in comparison, right?

And since the football team gets most of the sport money, that might just take awhile. And if (and when) they kick up a fuss? oops! Off the basketball team you go, :) such unsportsman-like behavior is unfit for the team.

(The only good thing about how corrupt the school system is is that she can use it to her advantage too.)

The both of them know that Danny suspects them for the sudden misfortune falling on these people, but he doesn't call them out on it. He's kinder than he used to be, but not kind enough to vouch for people who speak badly of him. Sometimes, he might just congratulate them on not getting caught.

Because Danny is their wonderful, hurt friend with a "slightly" Blue and Orange Moral code, and enough scars that people have been calling him a criminal (and worse) since he arrived in Amity Park when he was ten. And they'll be damned if he gets hurt anymore.

[rooolt]

have yet to stop thinking about the plane ride to Barcelona, aka the worlds most awkward plane ride in the world. Like who do we think sat together? Did Devon talk to any of them, like is she’s friends with any of the other teens? Did Eli and demetri drag other people into their drama, was demetri very obviously trying to avoid Eli, messing up the assumed plane seating arrangements? Was Robby brooding over his missing girlfriend and her dead mom the whole time? Were Daniel and Johnny still beefing or do we think they tried to save face for the kids? Is there any chance that Miguel and Sam were able to just have a nice time hanging out with each other on the flight or did they get dragged into everyone else’s drama? I’m so obsessed with the logistics of the Barcelona trip, not to mention the flight is like 11 hours long if it’s non-stop. it sounds like the trip from hell

[dear-ao3]

still slightly in shock over the race

[vaguely-concerned]

the relationship between the chantry and the mortalitasi in nevarra is SO fucking funny. the carefully politic and civil syncretism of it all. the ‘I’ll refrain from scratching your back to bloody shreds if you refrain from scratching mine :)’. left hand politely averting its eyes from whatever the fuck the right hand is doing merrily up to its elbow in entrails because it usually knows what it’s doing I guess. speak softly, and have an army of the restless dead ready to go banapants horrorshow bonkers if you don’t get to tend to them. We Receive: being able to keep doing our goth thing mostly unimpeded. You receive: us not raising the great majority to protest your unwelcome meddling. render unto the chantry what is the chantry's and unto the watchers what is theirs (or, with all possible courtesy you understand, else…)

[feather-bone]

Have you made any art of orcas? I can't seem to find any with Tumblr's broken tag search, so I figured I'd ask in case you haven't. Thank you, and I love all your art! It always puts a smile on my face when I see it. c: ❤️

I have! I was a couple years ago, I also can't find the original post. Broken website lol ;w; So here's a re-upload of The Whale because I am quite fond of this guy !!

[ID: a digital illustration of an orca facing to the right on a simple ocean background. Sunlight is filtering in from above, and there are small fish surrounding it. End.]

[sysig]

Sims 2 has played Clinical Trial, it all went by the exact same beats

[lycandrophile]

i typically don’t post “off topic” since this is a blog with a very specific focus, but i can’t just post on here business-as-usual as if i didn’t just spend a significant amount of my afternoon learning about and crying for the family of a palestinian girl who just learned that most of her loved ones are dead.

a common refrain on this blog has been “we are hurting, we are dying, please pay attention.” so i feel the need to stress now that if you’ve ever heard and listened to that sentiment coming from me about my community and the violence we’ve faced, i need you to hear it now and listen to it now when it comes a thousand times more desperately from the mouths of palestinians in the face of the atrocities that are taking their homes, communities, and lives away. i need to make it abundantly clear that if you see what i talk about here and agree and support it but you won’t extend that same solidarity to the palestinians who need it now, you’ve entirely missed the point.

i also want to stress that you cannot let yourself fall for the propaganda that tries to pit queer and trans people against palestinians. there are queer and trans palestinians and their lives are also being destroyed. they exist and they are part of this family and we need to show up for them and their families. so please keep in mind that every time someone says “if you were queer or trans in palestine you would be killed,” what you’re hearing is an attempt at distracting you from who’s actually killing the queer and trans people in palestine.

i’m one of many people who feel incredibly out of their depth thinking about all of this, and i know that even once i’m better educated, i’ll never stop feeling deeply unqualified to talk about it in depth. i get feeling like you don’t understand it, i get feeling like you can’t do anything about it.

but you don’t need to understand every nuance of the politics or know every bit of the history or feel like an expert in it to give a shit. you can and should(!!!!!!!) learn more and find ways that you can contribute, but in the meantime, the absolute least any of us can do is not look away from this. you don’t need to be an expert to see the tragedies unfolding in front of us and know that they are wrong.

i’ll never forget that girl’s family. i’ll never forget the beautiful babies in those pictures who never got to grow up, or the aunts and uncles and grandparents who were taken before their time. i never knew them, but i felt their loss and cried for them and i will never forget them. they and the countless others like them deserved so much better, and those who are still surviving deserve freedom.

so if you’ve ever fought for my community or any other community facing violence, i better fucking see you fighting for palestinians now.

[lemonlilactea]

Get a load of this guy

[lemon-russ]

So, I've been sick for a bit on and off with various issues and yet to be determined illness. I've been trying to write and stuff but it's rough.

Just a small warning that probably am not going to write a ton or read a ton for a bit. If you sent requests, I'm sorry :,) I will eventually get to them but like, probably going to be a minute.

This is just an update about my lack of activity, and a warning that I'll probably be less active for a bit still. I do love your fics and stuff, and I want to update mine, I just can't fight through the adhd/ dyslexia while also struggling with my stuff.

Prob will still do some art bc that's meditative for me and I can draw laying in bed at least.

Ok ramble over ✨

[girderednerve]

it is a hilarious title for a movie but we all know that 2 fast 2 furious is called that because they were not legally allowed to call the sequel to the fast and the furious (2001) "the fast and the furious 2" because there was a movie called the fast and the furious (1954), and when the producers of the 2001 movie licensed the older title they did not get the rights to use it in a sequel title. right. like we knew that already & we're just doing jokes for fun. also to be clear i think 2 fast 2 furious is the most underrated movie in the franchise. everybody wants to stick up for lucas black's accent in tokyo drift for some reason but where are the people showing up for devon aoki's bedazzled pink chaps??? lesbophobia is so real