don't perceive me.

🏳️‍⚧️mid 20's, he/him

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see you next year gay people it's back to normal month #normal

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[crackshipsandregret]

Curious pebble (4/5)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 // Part 5

Short little addition to the comic before the final upload (its gonna be a long one)

[beatricetonguedi]

This is inspired by post and post by @/mwphisto. It has been rotting in my drafts since the dawn of time. It also happens to be the first fanwork I've ever published. (Please be gentle.) I'll post Caleb's version next week.

~460 words • AO3 • 18+ MDNI

“Why do you have a waxing appointment on your calendar today?”

Until now, Zayne has said nothing to you about his love for your pubic hair. He said nothing when you trim it close to the skin. He said nothing when you shaved the edges of your bikini line before going to the beach that summer. He said nothing when you complained about maintaining it a few weeks ago. Nothing, until now. In all honesty, he probably wouldn’t have allowed the sharp words to escape his lips had he not been so alarmed upon seeing the appointment in your shared calendar.

You see, he’s more than a little obsessed with your pubic hair.

The first time he saw how your slick saturates your pubic hair, his jaw slackened. Zayne had never seen anything more enticing. The way it glistens and clings to the strands as he pulls your slit apart with his thumbs mesmerises him every time.

If he’s not careful, Zayne will kneel before you and nuzzle into your mons for long periods, holding your hips while breathing in your scent. To prolong the moment, he’ll work two fingers into you while he presses heavy kisses to your curls. He loves the feeling of your downy soft hair against his skin. He craves the smell of your arousal, needs it to overwhelm his senses. The simple act melts away his stress.

It’s no accident how messy he is. Zayne likes you messy. He finds there's something addictive about it, about being the one to make you that way. While you lie spent in his bed, he’ll often kneel between your legs and thumb your clit while his cum leaks out of you, spreading your combined orgasms through your curls. He’s gently marking you as his in one of the few ways he will allow himself.

Zayne knows all too well the increased sensation pubic hair can bring during sex, and you would be forgiven if you assumed he’s only using that knowledge to his advantage when he grinds his pelvis into your pubic bone as he fucks you. Every movement creates delicious friction that makes your legs quiver and your breath stutter. You play into it too, grinding down onto him like he inadvertently taught you, never noticing that it makes him come faster.

All of this flies mostly under the radar for you. So when he calls you, speaking with a sharpness born from panic, you’re not expecting it at all. If you tell him unequivocally that waxing away your hair is what you want, he’ll apologize and never bring it up again. When you realize what is upsetting Zayne, you easily agree to cancel the appointment. You don’t have to understand it. If he likes it that much, you’re keeping it.

[beatricetonguedi]

This is inspired by post and post by @/mwphisto. I wrote this at the same time as my first drabble, a version of this for Zayne.

~1k words • AO3 • 18+ MDNI

You are well aware of Caleb’s fixation on your bush. He gives it nearly as much attention as he does your pussy, and you’re sure it’s overwhelmingly for his pleasure rather than your own. At first, you would squirm away from him, blushing at his attention, but now you’re resigned to it, if not turned on by his curious fixation.

When Caleb has a bad day, he’ll immediately go to cuddle you on the couch upon returning home. He lifts your shirt and bra just enough to latch on to your breast, then he’ll shove his hand down your panties to card his fingers through your bush. All you can do is cradle him to your chest as he takes his comfort from you, letting out little grumbles as he settles into your body. You stay like this until he feels your wetness and he moans in earnest, slipping his index and middle fingers into your grudging arousal while his thumb strokes through your bush, intent on slowly working you to a climax.

You’ve woken up in the middle of the night to find your panties down to your knees and a half-asleep Caleb rubbing the pads of his fingers against your soft bush. When he’s like this, worrying his hand against your mons and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, you almost feel like a perverted plushie. Caleb never had such a cherished toy or blanket, did he? When you ask him, he’s confused. “I didn’t need one. You were always my greatest comfort.” You desperately want to ask where your bush comes into play in his comfort, but you decide to let it go. Some things are best left unknown.

When Caleb’s not chasing comfort from your bush, he’s chasing his arousal. He makes a point to spread your arousal through your bush whenever he’s fingering you or eating you out. This sometimes leads him to grinding his cock into your slick mons until he comes. More often, he can’t help but fuck you, but even then, he enjoys pulling out and coming on your mons. It’s his favorite place to come, aside from coming inside you. He smirks as he swirls his finger in the mess, mixing his come with your arousal and rubs it into your hair and skin. Every time you move to clean up, he whines, “Please, pips, just let it dry, then we can go out for dinner. Please?”  On the rare occasion you give in, he is stuck to you like velcro, whispering in your ear while pressing his bulge into the small of your back as you wait for a table at the restaurant. It was all indecent. Why did he even want to go out if this was how he’d act? You both knew his cooking was better than what you could get at a restaurant. Besides, if he wanted to fuck you again so badly, why leave the house at all?

Caleb even grooms your bush. In the shower, he lathers the soap and massages it onto your mons, attending to it with as much gentle care as he does your scalp. When he’s pulling up your panties after fucking you in his office, he uses his fingers to tenderly brush down your bush. You find it strange, if not surprising, when in the middle of fucking you stupid, Caleb sweetly asks to trim your bush. Not shave it. Trim it. You ask him why, the question coming out as a high-pitched squeal as he fucks into you, pushing you up the bed inch by inch. You feel embarrassed, shy, and so full. It’s distracting. “I wanna take care of you,” he coos. Whatever that implies. Later, when he’s cuddling you close, you try to press him. Caleb, as usual, doesn’t have a satisfying answer for you. You can’t come up with a good reason why he shouldn’t, so you say yes and feel immediate regret upon his answering grin.

You almost forget about your promise until Caleb approaches you on your next visit to Skyhaven, eager and with his grooming kit in hand. You soon find yourself sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter, legs spread as he kneels in front of you. You cover your face with your hands, peeking at him out of morbid curiosity. From what you can feel, he mostly runs his fingers through your mons and spreads your labia, spending little time doing what he said he would do. His movements are slow and deliberate as he stares at your core for what feels like an age. Without warning, he drops his tools and buries his face in your pussy. You can barely hear him when he speaks. “Keep your legs spread for me. That’s it. Good girl.” He eats you out with the same passion as he did the first time. That night, you stare in his floor-length mirror at your imperceptibly shorter bush and wonder what it was all for.

Over time, Caleb’s fascination with your bush has made you hyperaware of it and led you to begin taking special care of it. You tried grooming it into a heart shape, which he hated compared to your natural state, but he kindly tried not to show it. Conversely, the oil you started applying at night was a big hit for him. It provided him with an opportunity to apply it himself, as though he ever needed an excuse before. Sometimes you’ll send him a goodnight video of you applying the oil, slowly rubbing it into your bush with little motions like you’re rubbing your clit. As soon as he sees it, he calls you. You can hear him masturbating to the video as he begs you to talk to him through it, to touch yourself, to come to Skyhaven right now.

Caleb never adequately reveals why he’s so enamored with your bush, and you learn to accept it. It’s just another dirty quirk of Caleb’s that you indulge but would never have anticipated while growing up with the golden boy.

[mwphisto]

YES Zayne would love brushing his nose against your bush. Nuzzle his face into it like that face doesn’t greet patients daily. Caleb’s the freak that swirls the pubes with his index lazily when he’s half-asleep.

I laughed out loud because yes Caleb absolutely would lay in bed with you, eyes shut and breathing even, with one hand shoved down the front of your panties. Not even in a sexual manner, just out of comfort LMFAOOO.

You hated it at first, mortified by what he was doing, but you resisted the urge to shave yourself clean and just let the man be the freak he is… you know you do the same thing when you’re bored anyways 🙄

Zayne is genuinely obsessed with it. Again, something that initially mortified you, but you learned to get over it pretty fast because hair is absolutely normal.

You’ve also come to see the appeal in hair on the pubic region, yelling at Zayne one night when he got out of the shower and your beloved happy trail was gone. Luckily, he didn’t shave everything in his nether region off, something you discovered after ripping the towel clean off his body. Zayne couldn’t help but laugh at the reaction you had…

…that is until you threatened to get rid of the beloved bush.

[humanjarvis]

like a glove

“you’re so— you’re so tight. i’m not going to fit, pipsqueak. it’s okay. we can try again another—”

in one ear, out the other. paying caleb's pleading voice no mind, you sink down on him inch by inch, relishing the stretch but quickly growing impatient. beneath you, he throws his head back into the pillows, overwhelmed by the sheer warmth of you.

“please. please. you’re squeezin’ the life outta me.” as if to prove his point, he starts to slur his words. “i dunno if i can take it.”

“you can.” you dig your nails into his hip bones. “you will. how much time did we waste, dancing around our instincts? we’ve both wanted this for so long—it’s only right that we take everything the other has to give.” 

“then…can we take a break, at least? what if you hurt yourself? it can’t— it can’t be easy.” his mouth falls open, a whimper escaping as you swivel your hips trying to work your way to his base. “you’re so small. too damn small.”

“maybe you're too big. i like it, though. and once i fit you all the way in, i’ll love it.” 

the rapid swell of his length isn’t making this any easier. every time you make progress trying to take him, he only grows even larger inside you.

“you’re the one who begged for this earlier. i want it, too. but you have to help me—i can’t do it on my own, caleb. you've always helped me, haven't you? always been there to look out for me. can’t you do it again?” 

swallowing thickly, he admires you through half-lidded eyes. when you push your lips into a pout, he nods slowly. giving in like he always does.

nerves alight, he wills his hips to drive three feeble thrusts into your heat. it’s a rare show of weakness from him, but even his lacking efforts make you slide farther down. 

of course, your mixed arousal dribbling down his length does most of the heavy lifting.

“more,” you urge. “more. we’re almost there.” 

“i can’t.” he’s almost delirious now. “so, so tight. feel like i can’t breathe.” 

“do it. you don’t want to disappoint me, do you? if you do, you might not get the chance to make it up to me.”

“no…no.” ardent as it is, his refusal is soft. he’s crashing quickly, devoting his waning energy to blinking the tears out of his eyes rather than projecting his voice. “never.” tensing for a moment, he gathers all his strength and rolls his hips, slow and deep, into your center. you accept him greedily, hissing through the dull sting until the rest of your weight falls on his throbbing length. once you’re fully seated, the scandalous slap of skin on skin echoes through the room. his desperate moans and a string of curses follow. 

finally, finally, you feel so incredibly whole. 

you moan, lewd and lascivious, and lean down to kiss the center of his chest. 

“was i good?” he asks, rapid pants fanning the crown of your head. “you feel so good. is this good?”

when you raise your head, he sits up on his elbows, eager to kiss your lips in grateful reciprocity.

it doesn’t take much to dodge him. grinning, you splay your hand across his now flushed chest and push him back down, earning a whiny, defeated groan. sinking impossibly deeper, you give his nose a conciliatory peck. 

“shhh. just stay like this. you don’t have to do anything,” you murmur into his skin. “that break you wanted earlier? we can take it now. i want to get used to this feeling. don’t you?”

[depsidase]

[depsidase]

[persianmom]

I am chronically online but not in a way that keeps me informed #mybubble

[wolfythewitch]

Doodles

[mwphisto]

18+ I just know Sylus is low key mean during sex when he's frustrated. Now, I know that sounds redundant, like of course he'd be mean if he's already in a bad mood. But like, not the mean you're probably imagining.

He's condescending.

He’s holding you down on the bed with his evol so his hands are completely free. He’s purposely spreading you open nice and wide, exposing you almost embarrassingly. Watching you squirm as he blows on your exposed clit.

“Aww, too sensitive? My poor baby.” You want to argue back, you want to squeeze your thighs closed. But something about this feels so good, too good.

“She’s so pretty all spread like this. Just for me.” Your head tilts back, eyes squeezed shut as heat floods your face. He’s studying you too intensely, for some reason it feels more intimate than his mouth being on you.

“Y-you’re so mean…!” But it’s weak, you’re barely able to take yourself seriously as Sylus chuckles. “Oh I know, I’m so mean. Sitting here complimenting your pretty cunt…”

We’re slowly returning to our regularly scheduled program y’all… I miss my man… but I am a hyperfixater at heart so plz bear with me with the Valko content I assure you it should die down once he debuts. Because I really do miss Sylus </3 - Soul

[killed-by-overthinking]

[image-sourcerer]

Rough Sea 4. Liguria, Italy. Photo by Giovanni Allievi

[jewfrogs]

falling asleep during the day: slipping away on a clouds so easy

falling asleep at night: I heard an ant gasp downstairs

[my-love-all-mine]

Taking your makeup off when you’re too tired to ⋆˚࿔

Wally West x reader

⋆˚࿔ drabble

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, reader wears makeup + has hair, reader has sensitive skin, swearing, Wally lowkey manhandles us, ummm yea

The door clicked shut as you stood in the dark apartment hallway with your bags on the floor. You had just finished your long day of work and were ready to sink into your bed and fall asleep.

Wally must have already gone to bed, you presumed. So you stumbled over to the kitchen to get a glass of water. But with every step you took, your body seemed heavier and heavier. Your sleepiness taking over as you tripped over a pile of clothes.

Your tired brain not comprehending why there was a flash of light around you all of a sudden and why you were now laying on your couch.

The familiar smell of your boyfriend greeted you and you immediately recognised Wally’s red curls in the dark apartment.

“Walls?” You tiredly drawled out.

“Hi baby.” He kneeled down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You have to be more careful, could’ve hurt yourself.” Wally said, pushing a couple of strands of hair out of your face.

“Hm.” You answered, sleepiness catching up to you as you made yourself more comfortable on the couch and tucked yourself into the cushions.

“Hey”, he whispered “you can’t sleep here.”

You grumbled as Wally picked you up and carried you onto your shared mattress, before walking over to your closet and picking out some pyjamas.

He slowly helped you undress, not wanting to use his super speed right now as to not startle you.

Once you were in your night clothes, you thought you were finally free, crawling up towards your pillow.

Suddenly, you felt two hands wrap around your ankles and pull you back towards the edge of the bed.

You groaned in frustration as he turned you around and hovered above you.

“Babe, you’re wearing a full face of makeup.” Wally sighed.

You tried squirming away from him before he softly pinned your arms to the mattress.

“So what?” You rolled your eyes.

“I know your skin gets irritated easily, and I know that mascara isn’t gonna do anything except give you an eye infection tommorow.” He gave you a soft smile, “Do I have to remind you of that time Dick invited us to a gala and you forgot to take your makeup off later? And we had to go to the eye doctor the next day cause you couldn’t open your eyes-”

“Jesus fine.” You groaned again, standing up before once more tripping over your own feet, Wally’s eyes widening again as he slipped his hands under your waist and picked you up bridal-style.

He had a cheeky grin on his face, one that you wanted to smack away at that moment.

“Stop looking at me like that and help me you loser.”

“Sure, angel.” Wally let out a soft laugh as he started carrying you towards the bathroom, setting you down on the white counter.

He let go of you for a second to find cotton pads and some micellar water, leaning down to ruffle through some drawers.

When he found them, Wally carefully took the cotton pad, sprinkling the micellar water on it, before bringing it up to your face.

He stood there, gliding the pad over your skin, your makeup dissolving and the colours of your eyeshadow blending into one.

“It’s really nice.” He muttered

You slowly lifted your head. “Hm?”

He continued wiping away your eye makeup.

“Your makeup. You always make it look so good.”

Despite at how annoyed you were at him at the time, your eyes managed to soften at his comment and your mouth tugged up into a sleepy grin. “Thanks, Walls.”

He chuckled as he wiped away the remaining smudges on your skin and threw the cotton pads away.

Finally, thinking you were done, you wrapped your hands around his neck and tried burying your face into the crook of his neck.

Not long before he grabbed your hands and once again left you to look for something in the bathroom cabinets.

You whined at the loss of contact.

“Seriously Wally?”

He pulled out your moisturiser.

“Can’t have my pretty baby going to bed with dry skin.” The readhead said while opening the lid.

You glared at him, “I swear you’re doing this on purpose.”

Still, you closed your eyes when his fingers gently massaged the cream against your skin, letting yourself relax into his touch.

The second he put the lid back on, you immediately wrapped yourself around him, burying yourself in his arms.

He quietly led both of you towards your bed and plopped you down. Not long after he also made himself comfortable next to you under the covers.

You turned and engulfed him in a big hug, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek.

“Night, Walls.” You yawned.

He reciprocated your kiss by placing a small one on your shoulder.

All that was left now is the soft buzz of the apartment and your guys’ silent breathing.

After a beat, he whispered, “You haven’t brushed your teeth yet, y’kno-“

“Wally. I love you. But shut the fuck up.”

Ty for reading! Hope u enjoyed<3

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[kumasakka]

𝝑𝑒 ⏜ ︵ from me to you , dick grayson 𓈒

　　Dick picks up the scent of flowers the moment you step through the entrance door. He perks up from his seat and makes his way to you — his shoulders sagging slightly.

Glad that you were home, anxious about the flowers.

"Welcome home." he hums, hands finding their way to your jacket and bag to take it off.

"Hi, Dickie." you murmur, holding a bouquet of flowers within your arms.

"Flowers."

"Yes, flowers."

It's unusual — for Dick Grayson to be so quiet, you notice.

"Can I ask from whom?"

His eyes are fixated on the expressive colours, a gleam of intensity and unknown hiding behind the blue hues — as if he is trying to find something. A message, or a tag that would reveal the person behind them.

"Are they pretty?"

"Beautiful. Not as beautiful as you of course." he answers carefully and sets your things aside before turning back to you.

"That's good."

"From whom?" he asks again.

"Me." you push the flowers into his arms, forcing him to accept them so they wouldn't drop. "From me to you."

He masks his surprise well, blinking slowly while trying to process your words. "You're giving me flowers? Did I miss something? Any occasions?" he feels an inner tumult of fear within his stomach.

"No, no. You're worrying too much, baby." you chuckle and wrap your arms around his waist, pressing soft kisses against his collarbone. "Just had a bad day."

"That's why you are giving me flowers?" his hand with the bouquet drops to the side so it wouldn't get crushed between your bodies, free hand snaking behind your back. "You're wasting your money on me."

"I'm not wasting anything." you tut, "I had a bad day, so I consider that at least one of us should have a good day."

You can almost hear his heart fluttering at your words, warmth spreading quickly in his chest.

"I love you." Dick bites his inner cheek, snuggling his face deeper into your neck, "I love you so much."

"Hey—Hey, I love you too—get off..! We are falling! Dick, I'm so serious right now—!"

In all honesty, he had a bad day as well.

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