Angel 🪽

18|MDNI| I like men…🥹

[vivshamylover]

Welcome everyone this is my first blog page I’m angel

I will not post much but I do repost a lot of shit

Mostly of , creepy pasta , Percy Jackson, DC , JJK , class 09, and more

Smut

Fluff

Against

And more

DNI: pedophile Trump supporters

age players

pro shippers

and literally anything that is problematic, which I will make another post about

Okay byeee

[my-love-all-mine]

✯ Sleepy Girl

Koriand’r x fem!reader

summary: Kori comes back from a mission and isn’t patient enough to wake you up in the morning :(

warnings: fluff!!! Kinda bad cause I wrote this in a rush!!!

The bedroom door slid open as Kori peeked her head inside the warm dark room, eyes scanning the shadows for a familiar figure.

She quickly spotted the long lump under the covers, not being able to hide the big smile forming in her lips. She squealed and moved forward towards the bed, throwing herself on top of you just to suffocate you with her muscular arms.

“Love! I’m back!” Kori slowly pulled the covers down your head, revealing your face that was now scrunched up from the sudden intrusion on your sleep. You tiredly blinked your eyes open. “Kori…?”

She nodded her head, smiling wide at you as she pressed her nose in the crook of your neck, breathing your scent in. “I missed you so much.”

You let her bask in your presence, one arm lazily reaching behind her to comb through her fiery hair. “Missed you too babe…”

Your girlfriend was finally home from her month-long mission, you were obviously happy. But right now, all you wanted was to go back to sleep. The sudden calmness in her demeanour gave you hope that she had tired herself out, meaning you will probably make up for lost time tommorow in the form of a date.

You felt yourself drift off to sleep before you were suddenly yanked up over her shoulder. “Kori!” You gasped.

She drifted off to the living room with you hanging off her broad shoulder, “Please don’t fall alseep yet sweetheart, I wanted to show you what I got you!”

You figured there was no way out now.

“Fine.”

She squealed and threw you on the couch, then hovered over to her bag to get something and sat down right next to you.

The sparkly stones in her hands clanked against each other as she brought them up to your face. “Look! I got them as I was frequenting space!”

You were entranced by the intricate patterns of the rocks, each different than the other and beautiful in its own way.

“They’re really pretty Kori.” You smiled and she giggled.

Kori started to ramble on about her adventures on the mission enthusiastically while you layed your head onto her shoulder. Her voice blended into the background as you felt your eyes shutter closed once again, body slumping against her side.

“Love?” She only stopped her rambling when she noticed you weren’t responding to her question. Her face softened when she saw your slumbering state.

Oh. Right. You were tired. And she dragged you out of the bed in the middle of the night to show you some rocks.

Kori pouted and cursed herself mentally as she bended over the couch to pick you back up, doing her best not to wake you up again.

“I’m so sorry love.” She whispered, placing a kiss on top of your head. “Go back to sleep.”

Her loving touch soothed you as you unconsciously buried your face further into her neck.

Kori silently flew back to the bedroom, keeping your body in a tight embrace even while she stumbled onto the white sheets with you.

“My sleepy girl…” her gentle words echoes off of the bedroom walls, a warm feeling filling both of your hearts.

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a/n: this is sooo rushed im so sorry 😓

[1nsignia]

requested 18+ mdni, bruce wayne

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bruce wayne??? morning sex??? slow???? sign me the fuck up

imagine it right now— you two in bed, lying on your sides and facing each other. his large hand would hold your leg up to his hip, holding your chin up with the other so he could see your face as he fucks you

“that’s it sweetheart” bruce whispered, a smile on his lips as he drags his cock with another lazy yet deeeep thrust in you. “doin’ such a good job for me, hm?” his morning voice made your walls flutter around his cock  all you could do was dumbly nod despite your gaping lips, eyes not leaving his. the way his cock was lazily dragging in and out of you, the way his eyes examined every feature of your lewd expression, the way bruce wasn’t even trying and you were already on the verge of an orgasm

the thing with bruce was that his cock was so big that the size alone sufficed for the lack of speed— even though it was early in the morning. no matter how many times you took him, the sensation of his fat tip nudging deep in your cervix was a buzz in your body you’d never get over “bruce” you let out a breathless gasp from another thrust sent to you, feeling your orgasm already build up. “c-can’t hold it—" “dont” bruce murmured, already inches away from your lips. “let go for me, love” there, he claimed your lips in a slow yet possessive manner, trailing his hand from your chin down to your boob and fondling it before rolling his hips onto yours with another thrust

he swallowed your moans and whimpers, tugging your bottom lip and hearing your sounds grow more into his mouth as you came, his cock clamped by your pussy and your orgasm making his thrusts sound lewd and wet. 

and that didn’t stop bruce from whispering and cooing praises to you before making it his turn to orgasm, white cum painting your insides and filling up your sensitive cunt

yes, at seven in the morning

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[dontyouworrydaddy]

NEED!!!

[sinounluheart]

Hiii! I binged, like, all of your Tim stuff and it’s all AMAZING

Y’know how in your headcanons for Tim’s kinks you mentioned he likes the idea of free use? I was wondering if I could possibly request a Tim x reader who’s into somno and free use?

SHh..."(っ- ‸ - ς)ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Warnings: AMAB no pronouned reader, blowjob(ish...?), somnophilia, established relationship. No use of y/n.

Note: EDIT: IF YOU SAW THE OTHER MESSAGE HERE FIRST, IGNORE IT SORRRYYY I COPY-PASTE MY FORMATS....AND THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I love hearing about your guys' opinions on them!!

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Your boyfriend is a busy, moody, and all-around prickly guy. His love for you is great, but his time and patience are spread thin. Unfortunetly his dedication never wavers, even in the face of his needy lover: you.

Okay, sue you if you were a little pent up. A little blue balled. A little...well, yeah, needy. You can only use your hand, toys, and old pictures so many times before you start feeling emotionally neglected too.

"Just do what you want." Huh? You blink, really craining your neck to make sure you hear him right. He's hunched over on the floor, typing away at his trusty laptop with some papers and notebooks scattered about. Sure, you were whining, but you didn't think he'd actually humor your plight. "I don't care, it's not like I'd feel anything if I were sleeping, right?"

...right.

That's what you try to reasure yourself as you hover over his still body. Seeing Tim sleep so peacefully is a rare sight in itself; you almost feel bad for wanting to disturb it. That is until you remember the petty argument you had last week, and the fact that he never properly apologized for those things he had said to you. Yeah, whatever you decide to do with him, he definitely deserves it.

You start slow, careful. He isn't the deepest sleeper, but he also isn't the easiest to rouse. Go figure for a guy who never rests. Gently, you knock his knees apart. Tim's go-to pajamas are some random worn-out T-shirt comboed with just his boxers. Like any good partner, you think he's sexy as ever in just that.

At the sight alone, you feel yourself getting worked up. Slowly, Tim's lips part a smidge. Your face burns at the mental image your brain conjures. How hot would it be to slide your cock in there? Ah...but he might bite you. Then again, he'd do that awake too. His ass or his mouth? Decisions, decisions.

You opt to try his upper lips first, and if all goes well, his bottom ones will receive the same treatment shortly. It's a little awkward settling into a proper position without choking him outright, but you manage. Then, holding your breath, you tip Tim's head back and slide in.

It's definitely hot, but without the suction of intention, it's a little unsatisfying. That doesn't matter much, though, not when the scenario itself is dizzying enough. You're careful not to go too deep, only the tip.

Ah...

Mostly, you finish by jerking yourself off over his face, but with his own spit unknowingly lubing the meat of your cock. You have to bite your lip to hold in the groan that threatens to seep out with your load.

A facial, huh? Maybe you'll snap a picture for good luck.

[bked0n-amoxacillin]

Guys I just remembered old Roblox memes are a thing and I’m fucking cackling. These are my favorite things ever.

[rumwik]

It's the Care Bones! ⭐🌈

[waltzingphantoms]

what good is happiness to me if i've to wield it carefully? damian wayne is utterly in love with you but he’s terrified of letting you in playing | jackie down the line- fontaines dc

The chill of the early fall mornings made you rush through the streets on the way to the first courses of university. The sun was beginning to rise, and along with it, the volume of the music playing faintly in your headphones.

The big buildings got in sight, and the tunes slowed down as you breathed deeply after climbing all the stairs up to the second floor. Your average Wednesday in third year, an 8 am lecture to start the day fresh and awake, even if you wish you didn’t. The doors to the hall were already opened, a murmuring clatter coming from inside that let you know your classmates were waiting for the professor to arrive.

From the doorway, you looked for a place through lines and lines of desk rows, and you spotted near the front a very familiar green sweater waiting for you. As an easy smile spread through your face, you made your way over there as you waved hi to your other friends in class, greeting and talking briefly with them.

Finally reaching the row where Damian sat, he looked over at you and beckoned you forward with a gentle movement of his face, indicating that the desk beside his with a cup on top was for you. “Hi, Damian, thank you so much for saving me a spot, you know how much I hate sitting in the back in this class, you’re the absolute best” you thanked him as you set down your belongings in the space, speaking softly.

“Hmm. That’s for you, be careful in case it falls off or you burn yourself” he replied as he turned back to his own desk, looking at his laptop as if it was the most interesting thing ever and it hid the answer key to the final. Catching your breath after all the way to class, you realised that there was, in fact, a cup in front of you from your usual hanging out café, sweet and hot steam spilling over as the hints of vanilla and black tea woke you up for the class.

You blame the early morning and the lack of energy for your nonchalant reaction, because you just turned towards him as he side eyed your reaction and smiled at him so brightly that Damian swore he saw one of the stars from the observatory supernova right in front of him. Humming in return, he looked away just as quick as he stared at you before, muttering a simple “You’re welcome” as you tasted the drink, closing your eyes in recognition of the familiar flavours.

Tragically, your professor entered at that moment, so any chance at expressing how grateful you felt went down the drain, but the action didn’t fall on deaf ears.

You were aware that that isn’t a very Damian-like thing to do, but he did always seem to have a soft spot for you ever since you met on freshman year. After all, not everyday you find another meticulous enthusiast about your same passions: he found quite relatable how specifically you cared about everything you valued, finding an easy friendship blooming ever since which evolved into something more that the two of you didn’t acknowledge.

His soft spot for you was a bit of a joke between you and your friendgroup, as they witnessed first hand how fondly he looked at you while you existed, completely unaware of it. However, the others could very much comment and joke about it, making you two the designated parents of the friend group, a caring ode to the nature of both your relationship with the group and the one between the both of you.

Class went by smoothly, and after, you two parted ways to go do your own thing for the rest of the day, messages sent when something happened that you thought the other would enjoy.

The next time you hanged out was outside of class, just going for a casual coffee like you did countless time in the last three years, meeting outside your usual café. Nothing out of the ordinary, just your normal catching up, gossiping about your classmates on campus while peoplewatching, and talking about your hiperfixations; completely normal for the both of you.

When you finished your coffees, you realised it was still early and you didn’t have anything interesting to do, so a walk around a nearby park was the perfect plan. Damian, ever the gentleman and sweetheart he was, insisted on opening the doors for you and walking in the outer edge of the street, gently guiding you with his hands while subconsciously shielding you from nearby traffic.

His gesture seemed so natural for him, like he didn’t even bat an eye at his caring acts, so you just had to stand there looking the other way to try to cover your slightly flushed face while blaming the wind for your reddened cheeks and nose. Thankfully, he was completely unaware of this fact, looking completely focused on making sure you’re okay on the way to the park.

The open fence to the green space welcomed you in, and treading through its door, you walked aimlessly and slowly, enjoying the most out of the others presence while sharing interesting conversations and comfortable silences. When a sudden breeze left you shivering, cool air forcing its way through your winter coat, he looked physically distraught for a second before covering it up with false nonchalance, and he pulled you closer to his side, wrapping your arm around your waist loosely, giving you time to move away from his touch if you wanted.

Relishing in his warmth, you tried not to pay close attention to it, going with the flow of it and not making a big deal out of it, fully aware that if you dared make any comment or acknowledge it, he’d likely never do it again. So, his hand stayed spread on your waist, keeping you close to him, until something at the end of the pathway caught your attention.

A small orange kitten stood beside a flowery bush, licking his paws clean happily. Both of you, being the animal lovers you were, froze when you saw the tiny animal, whispering hushed tips and trick to get closer and pet it. Damian nudged you gently with his hand on the small of your back, and taking the initiative, you went slowly, ridiculously slow, along the path. Once you were at a prudent distance where he could smell you and examine you, you crouched and pushed your hand forward under the direction of the man behind you, and left it in the air to let the kitten make the first move.

Smelling your fingertips, the small animal pushed his head into your palm, beginning to purr instantly as you cooed at the kitten. Damian started getting closer to him too, mimicking your moves, until he crouched down right beside you and began petting him and scratching gently behind his tiny ears, not making any sudden moves.

And there you two stood a long while, just whispering facts about cats and tips to the other as you kept showing your love for said animal to the kitten. Something changed in the air then, as you two kept glancing at each other while smiling wide, finding it impossible to move away from the other.

You two had to leave at some point, but not after making sure he had some food from a nearby colony and he was safe, and you stood up, continuing along the way in the park. You didn’t miss the soft brush of Damian’s hand beside yours, feeling it inch towards yours, but deciding on giving up halfway. A bit disappointed by the action, you kept the easy flow going like before, blushing a bit under the intense gaze that focused on you when you looked away at the flowers nearby.

Damian, for some reason, left in a hurry shortly after, spouting some excuse about having forgotten to complete an assignment and accompanying you to your apartment, which left you at the door a bit confused and disappointed, like maybe you had imagined everything or you had gotten things mixed up.

Things changed after that day, his usual texts became dryer, and he even tried ditching your cinema Thursdays, leaving you completely heartbroken and on edge for the whole weekend, when you were also supposed to hang out. He barely even glanced at you in person, just focusing on his work 90% of the time even if he didn’t have any (information you knew because he confirmed it a few days before the incident), and the last remaining 10% was spent with awkward silence.

Completely fed up and on the verge of having a crisis because you really didn’t want to lose your closest friend, you cornered him after your 8 am Wednesday lecture. This week he didn’t bring you your drink like he usually did, and he even tensed up when you quietly sat alongside him, shoulders squaring up as if you were an outsider.

Trying really hard no to let a stray tear fall, you composed yourself and whispered to Damian to stay behind after the lecture while the professor had their back to you. Inhaling deeply, he nodded beside you, being the only form of response he was willing to give you at that moment. Class dismissed, people scurried away through the corridors, unaware of the messes both of your hearts were.

“Damian” you muttered in a spot away from foreign eyes, feeling the knot on your throat tighten a bit at his half assed “Hmm” he gave in reply.

“Why are you pulling away?”

“I’m not” he answered while looking anywhere else but into your eyes as he usually did. Something broke inside you a bit, making you grow a backbone all of a sudden.

“Cut the bullshit, what is going on?”

“Nothing, I don’t know where you get that from”

“Oh, so I must’ve imagined the past two weeks when you barely acknowledged me after that one day in the park? Was hanging out with me that horrible? I mean, you should’ve said something, it’s not like you to act like this, just speak with me. Did I make you uncomfortable or something when I leaned towards you? I’m sorry for that, I didn’t think it would annoy you that much” you explained while crossing your arms defensively.

“No, tch, it’s not that”

“Then what is it, Damian? Communicate like the adult you are”

“I got scared, okay?!” he finally turned at you while confessing, eyes wide open and looking a bit out of breath and dishevelled “How could you even think that I am uncomfortable with having you at my side? Do you even know how it felt having you in between my hands? How I was sure my heart was going to explode?” he spoke into the wind.

“Well then if you say you liked it then why did you pull away? Was the smallest hint of something between us that embarrassing that you just began to cut contact with me?”

Damian looked almost out of it as he stared at you, puzzled and hurt expression as he said “Embarrassed...? I’m the one that pulled away because I didn’t want you to get dragged into my shit show of a life, I couldn’t live with it! Do you even know-“ he breathed in, closing his eyes to muster the courage. He had been getting closer while he talked, now standing right in front of you, brows furrowed in complete disbelief as he continued “Do you even know how you make me feel?

I felt something that day, something that could be very real, thinking what it could be like to belong with each other, being with my actual soulmate; the possibility completely overwhelmed me.

But then I thought how messed up my life and I can be: I can hurt you when I pull away because I don’t know how to act when I’m with you, I can be selfish and jealous because I want to be with you a ridiculous amount of time, I am a lot to deal with, and that is precisely why I pulled away. I want to see you overwhelmed by happiness, and if that means that I must sacrifice mine, then so be it.”

Damian was confessing his heart out to you in a corner and all you could think about is how much you wanted to thread your fingers through his hair and get lost in his gentle affection.

“Damian… have you stopped to think that maybe I want you too? That the past two years I’ve dreamed about this moment just for you to come here saying all this nonsense? Do you think I don’t know you? Do you think I’m not smart enough to make my own decisions about who I want?”

“No” he replied instantly, eyes fully out of it as he focused on each and everyone of your words.

“Then don’t self-sabotage and ask me out on a date”

“Will you go on a date with me?” he exhaled while focusing on your eyes, hands itching by his sides to pull you closer in between his arms.

“Yes, Damian. I’d love to go on a date with you.”

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look at babian sleeping so soundly for his mommy <3

[thetulgey-wood]

Bugs when they're snug in a rug

[fancy-possum]

CLINGY IN THE DARK , Damian Wayne

Damian Wayne is the clingiest sleepy boyfriend imaginable. though, he'd never admit that. every night he is practically your body guard.

The manor was quiet in the way only deep nights could be — the kind of silence that made every creak of the old floorboards feel louder than it should. You woke up slowly, blinking against the darkness, your throat dry and your mind fuzzy from a half-remembered dream. The clock on the nightstand read 3:42am. You’d only been asleep for a few hours, but your body was already demanding water.

You tried to slip out of bed quietly, careful not to wake Damian. He was curled up beside you, one arm draped possessively over your waist even in sleep, his breathing deep and even. His dark hair was messy against the pillow, his face relaxed in a way it rarely was during the day. You smiled softly, brushing a stray strand from his forehead before easing out from under his arm.

The second your feet touched the floor, he stirred.

“Mm… where are you going?” His voice was thick with sleep, rough and low, but his hand reached out immediately, fingers brushing your wrist.

“Just getting water,” you whispered, squeezing his hand. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be right back.”

He made a small, discontented sound, but his eyes stayed closed. You padded to the bathroom, the cool tile under your feet a relief. You filled a glass from the sink, sipping slowly, listening to the quiet drip of the faucet. When you turned to leave, Damian was standing in the doorway, hair even messier, eyes half-open, wearing his sleeping shorts and an old t-shirt.

You nearly jumped. “Damian? What are you doing up?”

He shrugged, stepping closer. “Making sure you don’t hurt yourself." fall in the toilet.”

You stared at him, trying not to laugh. “I’m not going to hurt myself getting water. I’m a grown woman.”

He crossed his arms, looking adorably stubborn even half-asleep. “The floor is slippery at night. And you’re tired. I’m just… being cautious.”

You smiled, setting the glass down and stepping into his space. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world. His chin rested on your head, warm and solid.

“You’re clingy when you’re sleepy,” you teased softly, fingers tracing patterns on his back.

“I am not clingy,” he muttered, but his arms tightened around you. “I’m… protective. There’s a difference.”

You laughed quietly, nuzzling into his neck. “Sure. Protective of me falling into the toilet or something at 3am.”

He huffed, but didn’t let go. Instead, he walked you back to the bed, still holding you close, and pulled you down with him. You ended up curled against his chest, his arm draped over your waist, leg tangled with yours. He pressed a soft kiss to your hair, already drifting back to sleep.

“Stay,” he mumbled. “Please.”

You smiled against his skin. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He made a small, contented sound and held you tighter.

The next night, it happened again.

You woke up around 2am, needing the bathroom. The second your feet hit the floor, once again; Damian stirred beside you. This time he didn’t even pretend to be asleep. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, hair sticking up in every direction.

“I’ll come with you,” he said, voice gravelly.

You turned, smiling in the dark. “Damian, I can go to the bathroom by myself. I’ve been doing it for years.”

He frowned, already swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “The hallway is dark. And cold. You might trip.”

You laughed softly, but let him follow you anyway. He walked beside you the whole way, one hand on your lower back like he was ready to catch you if you stumbled. When you reached the bathroom door, he waited outside, leaning against the wall until you came out. Then he took your hand, leading you back to bed without a word.

Once you were both under the covers, he pulled you against his chest again, arms wrapping around you like a shield. His chin rested on your head, breath warm against your hair.

“I'll say it again. you're clingy,” you whispered, smiling.

“I am not,” he muttered, but his hold tightened. “I’m… ensuring your safety. That’s all.”

You kissed his collarbone. “Well I love your version of safety.”

He made a small, pleased sound and fell back asleep almost immediately, holding you like you might vanish if he let go.

It became a pattern.

Every night, no matter how deeply he slept, the second you moved, Damian was awake. If you got up for water, he followed, standing in the doorway like a silent guardian. If you had a nightmare and sat up gasping, he was there instantly, pulling you into his arms, murmuring soft reassurances in Arabic until you calmed down. If you simply rolled over, he’d reach out, hand finding yours under the covers, lacing your fingers together like he needed the connection to stay asleep.

During the day, he was the same reserved, slightly arrogant Damian Wayne the world knew — blunt, focused, keeping everyone at arm’s length. But at night, in the quiet dark of your shared room, he was soft. Clingy. Needy in a way he’d never admit.

One particularly cold night, you woke up shivering. Before you could even reach for the extra blanket, Damian was already moving. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms and legs around you like a human blanket, his body heat seeping into yours. His face pressed against your neck, breath warm and steady.

“Cold?” he mumbled, half-asleep.

“A little,” you whispered, smiling as you snuggled into him. “You’re warm though.”

He made a small, contented sound, nuzzling closer. “Stay close then. I’ve got you.”

You fell back asleep like that — wrapped up in Damian Wayne, his arms around you, his leg thrown over yours, like he couldn’t bear even an inch of space between you.

In the morning, he’d wake up first, as always. He’d slip out of bed quietly, pretending the clingy boy from the night before had never existed. He’d make coffee, set out your favourite mug, and act like nothing had changed. But you’d catch him watching you with that soft look when he thought you weren’t looking. And when you’d smile at him across the table, he’d blush faintly and look away, ears pink.

But at night, he’d reach for you again. Every single time.

Because no matter how much he denied it during the day, Damian Wayne was the clingiest sleepy boyfriend in the world. And you wouldn’t have him any other way.

A/N: lil guy so cute I love him sm. sorry for constantly disappearing im lowkey setting up a queue rn

[miss-soph-star]

CW: Breast Play, Inspection Kink, Plug Training

Wearing just your oversized shirt to bed or around the house. You can reach under it; grope my tits, inspect my cunt or spank my ass when you please.

Use me in all the ways you want; we both know I love it… “Do you mind if I just check honey?” You ask before running your hands over my ass and between my thighs. “Okay, mommy.”

You hum gently feeling the slick drip… “Oh poor baby, you’re soaked.” Your faux sympathy showing as you bring your slick covered fingers to my mouth… “Open up baby. Clean this for me.”

You coo as you push your fingers into my mouth, thumb brushing over my jaw as I take them in, tongue swirling around them. I gag, spit dripping down my chin, “mommy, harder please.” I beg desperate for you to be rough with me.

“Oh you’re so pathetic when you beg, my angel.” You croon as you pull you fingers from my mouth, before picking me up shoving me onto the kitchen island, the cool marble countertop a stark contrast to my skin as you pull my top up revealing my breasts before shoving the fabric in my mouth. “Legs up, I want you spread.”

I fumble and hesitate slightly, much to your dismay, “don’t make me get the spreader bar.” You chide, fire rising in your eyes as I squirm relentlessly, “Yes mommy. Sorry mommy.” I plead pulling my legs up, spreading them for you.

“You are mine. My submissive, my baby and mine to use. Now listen, I’m going to make sure everything about my toy is perfect, just the way I left it,” you explain calmly, before winking tauntingly. Even the idea and the abject humiliation of your eyes raking over every scar, every freckle, every curve of my body has me mercilessly dripping, and that’s when I slip completely.

I can’t help but let my hips jolt when you drag your fingers through the length of my folds. You pinch at my clit, spank me slightly, before running your tongue in broad strokes over my pussy. I’m pleading for you at this point, begging for something, anything you’ll give me. “Please, please I’ll do anything for you. I just need you.”

You pinch my clit hard again and I yelp in surprise, but soon I’m soothed as your fingers slowly push into my entrance, the stretch fading gradually as they thrust inside, my walls pulsating and trembling around them. “Good girl. You talk me so well, you’ve been so patient today.”

…or…

Rolling me over onto my stomach in the morning as I rise from my slumber; I’m bleary eyed, my voice soft and quiet as you do. “Time to get dressed for the day, baby.”

I shuffle closer to you needing your skin to skin contact. “Closer, please.” You chuckle at my clinginess, though you love it, and you pull me closer your breasts in my face… “Can I, please mommy?” You nod gently and I latch on, sucking softly as I hold the other in my palm, doe eyes looking up at you.

Your fingers work down my spine, as a shiver wracks through my frame. You soon sooth over my ass, your lubed up finger slowly stretching the muscle. You start off with one at first, gently massaging before pushing in, before working in a second.

“Are you ready baby. Let mommy put your daily plug in, okay?” I snuggle impossibly closer to you as you prepare the plug, lubing it up before sliding it between my cheeks as it pushes into place with a pop.

“Good girl, baby. Time to pick an outfit.” I hold on, hands still running over your soft flesh, your breast in my mouth… “Just five more minutes, mommy please?” I ask in desperation. “Okay baby. Just this once. But let me show you how I want you.” I look up in slight confusion but then it clicks, so I question.

“Mommy, are you going to teach me how to play with your breasts?” My eyes start to feel heavy; hazy and as I look through my lashes at you your pupils blown out at my innocence. “Yes baby, mommy’s going to show you how to be her good girl.” You coo so softly taking in my innocence and holding me there so vulnerable.

You take my hands in yours guiding them under your right breast, “use your nails baby, gently.” I take stock of my nerves as I trace gently over the previous area leaving red scratch’s watching your taught muscles pulse. “Your doing well baby. Keep going.” You order with a pleased smile as I leave little red lines and crescent indents under your breasts.

“Is- umm is this okay?” I ask, flushed by the inexperience. “Yes, now let me guide you a little further, baby.” With that you take my hand once more rolling it over your nipples, placing them both atop letting me feel them harden under my palms. My pupils are wide at the sensation and the elicit of a soft moan from your throat. “Can I - ummm. Can I touch them, please?”

You nod encouragingly, “gently, follow mommy’s exact words.” And I do, as I gently pinch and roll your sensitive buds between my fingers. You’re so in control, though I hear the hitch in your breath as the sensitivity intensifies. I’m lost in my own world for a moment, mesmerised by this new play, but you anchor me back to you fast.

“Where did you go just there baby?” You question, a check in, ever attentive to my tells. I smile at you “I was just thinking…” I stop before I continue but you affirm I’m okay to, “tell me what you’re thinking in that pretty little head baby.”

“Umm do you, want me to use the clamps? I know you sometimes like them?” You nod encouragingly as you smile wildly. “Are you comfortable with that baby? They’re in the bedside cabinet.”

“Yes please, I want to but please tell me if I hurt you, I’m nervous.” I fret slightly as always over your well-being, but you bring me back as always with a reassurance, “we’re exploring baby, I’m helping you read my body.”

So I get up quickly to grab the pretty pink clamps the chain between them silver and cold. I bring them to you, an offering but you instead let me. “You’re okay baby, just like always.” You reassure my hands shake, though I manage to pinch and roll your left nipple before taking it into my mouth sucking it as it peaks.

“Can I?” I ask and you nod as I clip the first clamp to you. You moan lowly, your hand running over your chest at the sensation, “you’re doing so well baby.” With your praise I repeat again rolling, pinching and sucking your other nipple watching it rise before attaching the other clamp. “Colour mommy.” I ask knowing you always do the same for me.

“Green baby.” I think you know it’s more for my reassurance and you oblige the conversation knowing it eases my anxiety. “Can you give it a little tug, for me.” As you command I do, though incredibly softly at first, “you can do better than that baby.” So I try again pulling a little harder each time you encourage.

“That’s my perfect girl. I’m so proud of you.” You coo gently easing the worry from my being until I’m completely relaxed. You sit up from your position in bed, clamps dangling as you pull me to your chest once more. “Now come here and play with these clamps while I play with your cunt. Your going to tease mommy until you come, then your going to put that little mouth of yours to use while I ride your face.”

With that I do as I’m told, “Yes mommy.” You grin as your fingers find my clit gently circling in a figure of eight. I clench around nothing but the plug pressed in my ass, as I leak onto the sheets from the build up. Soon you press between my checks making sure the plug is still nestled between them, “oh fuck, mommy - feels so good.”

[kamorbitz]

'•.¸♡ pervy best friend!choso pt2

pervy best friend!choso who thinks you're his lucky charm and wants you to sit in his lap while he plays video games. while you're perched on his thighs with his arms on either side of you, he kisses your neck and nibbles on your ear as his fingers fiddle with his controller. when he wins a game he'll turn your face towards him and give you a peck on the lips, calling it a 'celebratory kiss'.

pervy bestfriend!choso who insists on coming with you whenever you want to buy lingerie - a second opinion is always useful right? he'll pick out a set in your favourite colour and wait for you outside the dressing room. once you're out, you give him a quick twirl bending down and shaking your ass a little. he'll come up behind you to help you 'adjust your bra strap', but really it's to feel your plush ass against his dick. you know exactly what he's doing and push back against him, grinding softly against his growing erection. when he coughs out a groan, you feign innocence, asking him sweetly if he's okay.

pervy bestfriend!choso who takes advantage of the fact that you become extremely affectionate when you're sleepy. whenever you go over to his place and end up sleeping over, you cuddle him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck and throwing one of your legs over his own. choso feels his cock strain against the fabric of his boxers as you wiggle against him in an atempt to get comfortable, feeling your tits pressed against his arm and the warmth of your pussy against his thigh.

pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe his luck when he looks over too see that the strap of your tank top has fallen all the way down and exposed your bare breasts. He stares as your tits rise and fall as you breathe, basically inviting him to suck on them. He leans down to watch your nipples harden and his mouth is on them in seconds. I mean, how could he possibly resist? Choso's eyes are half-lidded as he swirls his tongue around your bud, his spit coating every inch of your nipple.

pervy bestfriend!choso who is too focused on your chest to notice that you've been awake the whole time, watching him groan as he sucks your nipple passionately. Choso only realises you're awake when your hand travels to his hair and you start running your fingers through his thick strands.

pervy bestfriend!choso whose face is flushed in embarassment as he tries to explain why he was latched to your nipple just seconds ago but immediately shuts up when he feels your hand start to caress his bulge.

pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe he might actually get to fuck you.

[duplexbiscuit]

what is justice?

Redraw of these two panels

[bernthralized]

let me hold your hand when i tell you husband!bruce wayne 100% subs for reader one time and then is absolutely addicted to it.

(NSFW AHEAD, mdni)

as much as bruce loves having control of all situations presented to him, it never hurt to let go just a little bit. sometimes, having to topple a whole company and a secret identity only a select group knows was extremely stressful, so what better way to out the pressure and pass time than to let his gorgeous spouse lead the way for once?

face hovering above your thigh, he licks a stripe down the dip connecting your pelvis and leg, lapping at the sweet taste of untouched skin. you run a hand through the perfect mess of your husband’s hair, blinking lazily at his display. the sight was explicit —- a ceo on his knees, pressing the desperate bulge in his pants against your shoe, humping the damned thing as if it could relieve any real tension between his legs.

eyes half-lidded and teary, he slides a hand along the length of your leg, hesitantly pushing your thighs further apart. he’s breathing it in, the scent alone driving him crazy, throat bobbing when your nails dig into his scalp. he could die a happy man.

“please?” he rasps, nudging his nose against the sensitive bud between your folds, saliva pooling at his bottom lip. almost at a pout, bruce glances up to plead for some type of mercy, thumb tracing circles into your inner thigh. perhaps pity took over when you nodded, immediately followed by relieved sighs and a pair of lips sloppily latching to your clit.

you gasp, head thrown back as he sobs incoherently into your cunt. grinding his crotch against the side of your leg, there’s a pressure at the back of his head that pushes down, a silent guide by your hand to keep him busy. and, as it wasn’t already obvious, a man couldn’t help but aim to please.

“sweetheart,” he groans, “you’re suffocating me.” if he weren’t so pent up from the night, it’d be easier to avoid creaming his pants whilst begging. a smile teases your features, quickly sucked in with a moan when his stubble prickles your thigh, tongue teasing its way inside your slit.

your thighs press against the sides of bruce’s head, forming the perfect earmuffs for him to focus on. “fuckfuckfuck— bruce! —- oh my god.” for your husband, nothing was better than being between your legs on a monday morning before work.

[renviary]

scarred lovers (!!!somewhat suggestive content!!!)

[asterair]

countdown trio!!

[ckalaveram]

Recent drawings heh