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[weirdenbyferret]

Day 13, walrus

ignore how its the fourteenth and how the og prompt was seal and how I havent done day 12

Anyway, Walrus Eclipse!!!

Ok bye im eepy

[filmbyjy]

lord have mercy🧎🏻‍♀️

I just fell to my knees

I shall quote what (name) in MineStream said “I’m about to cum.”👍🏻 I meant cry

[peach-m1lk]

Me when Choso:

choso stans will need to be sedated when he’s animated with his hair down

[humming-fly]

I love how Gerald was trying to keep Shadow from spoiling anything about the future meanwhile literally everything Shadow says and does around Maria is the biggest death flag ever

[captainsaltypear]

IS ANYONE ELSE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS OR

[000bun]

[heyitsphoenixx]

no one talk to me ever again I have died one hundred times over

[lobsterenthusiastt]

this has got to be my favorite c&h comic of all time. he just turns evil for no reason at all

[tojisun]

fuck me but oral fixation is through the goddamn roof again

thinking about how, when simon fucks you in missionary, he slips his thumb in your mouth and cups your jaw just like that. you lap at his finger, curling your tongue on the underside of it the way you do with his cock, and it makes him groan, twitching from where he is nestled so far in the gummy press of your walls.

"y'love havin' yer mouth stuffed, don't you, pretty?" simon croons, breathless himself because seeing you like this — all teary eyed and swollen lips and so, so needy for him — is such a turn on. it makes him just as desperate. just as clingy.

you give his thumb a hummed suck in reply and christ. how did that actually make him harder, cock surely leaking and filling up the condom snug around his girth.

he should fuck you soon; reward you for being good to him but—

simon doesn't slip his finger out, choosing instead to press down on your tongue to watch the way your spit pools, turning your voice into weakened gargles—

you look so undeniably helpless like this, and simon is addicted.

enthralled.

goddamn enchanted.

yeah, he thinks, letting up at his weight and allowing you to circle your plush lips around his thumb again. what a fucking beautiful sweetheart you are.

[doodledrawsthings]

foaming at the mouf... more painter and seb.. please.... /nf

when he finally settles down and chills out i need him to start making the weirdest most experimental cope music you've ever heard

[hinamie]

i'm exactly as normal about him as I thought I'd be

[medusaesque]

Kim Kitsuragi, Kid Master General

[iamlostandinneedofcoffee]

Jason is just making fun of Phantom over the phone outside of a JL meeting in the watch tower. He keeps calling him out and taking the piss, saying Phantom won’t do shit cause the JL are there.

The entire League are just staring at each other and Batman silently and awkwardly and they hear Red Hood mock someone saying “shove that in your grave, oh wait you didn’t get one” and losing it.

Eventually Red Hood comes back in still crying from laughter under his hood after that 40 minute call. Just as the JL are about to restart they just hear a banging from the space window(?!)

Everyone turns to see a feral looking 14-15 years cussing up a storm so bad even Constantine flinches(how can they hear someone talking when they are in space how are they just there?!?).

Only to hear Red Hood go “Oh Shit” and dead sprint out the room as the teen phases through the window and chases after him saying something about a Creep Bat (Flash asks if he missed another Bat Kid, Batman refuses.)

[eela]

days like today

[o-sunny-day]

Cause You and I will always be back then.

Thats Why…

You and I will always be best friends.

[niccolites]

friends with benefits!price except that is not how he views the situation

calling you both friends is a bit of a stretch, really you're his cute neighbour who always seems to need a pipe tightened under your sink, or your washing machine is always making a strange noise, if he could have a look?

and listen. you're a little lonely. inherited your parents house and the only neighbour that talks to you is the handsome older man next door who is barely there because of his work

you think you're being a bit forward when you bake him some muffins as a thank you the next time he's home. embarrassed at how earnest it is. his pupils blow wide at the sight of you standing in his doorway, bashful smile that quivers a little in the shadow of him

a tentative friendship, the barrier of neighbour just a hurdle as price views it

things come to a head when you cook him dinner and nervously gulp down glass after glass of wine. he nurses one and watches you. eyes like headlights and you have the quivering legs of a deer

bashful, shy, neighbour, acquaintance. these are weak-willed boundaries that you try to put in place, but price is always intent. driven. places a hand on your knee and accounts for the way you jump, the flex of flesh that absorbs your reactions. all catalogued, used against you

john just need you a little more loose, to understand things from his perspective. still so skittish, even with his head between your thighs, but his arm is a band around your middle, holding you firm until you finally get it

he lifts his head, your slick in his moustache and you're still so bashful even as your legs tremble

he bends you over the table with your home-cooked meal at your eye-line. feeds you his cock, smooths a hand down your spine until you melt into his praises

the next morning, beard burn on your inner thighs and cum leaking out of you from where he had turned you over and pushing your knees to your ears, 'until it took' he had said. you had been pretty out of it at that time. you sneak out. he lets you, eyes on you even as you think he is still asleep. you don't get it yet. that's fine, he'll get it through that surprisingly stubborn head of yours

every time he's back, he's at yours, lapping at your clit like its soothing him after a stressful time away. or you're at his, hands braced on the wall as he grunts behind you with each thrust.

its the most bizarre fwb situation you think anyone has been in, no time to talk about what is going on before he is dragging your mouth to his, thumb hard on your chin like he can stop the words before the curl on your tongue. fills your mouth with his spit then his cock to drown it out

you finally manage to slur out a joke about him being your fwb. your fucked out, draped out over his barrel chest, smoothing your hand through the hair there. he makes a disagreeing noise and you lift your head

he has your left hand in his, thumb on your ring finger. intent. driven. you're not getting it yet. living in that house, all on your own. lonely. he hears what you're trying to say sweetheart, that you're just too shy to articulate yet. i think we're well past friends, don't you think?

headlights. dear. the blank space before the crack of the crash. you let him tighten his hand around your ring finger.