lil smutty drabble idea. thots, thots, thots!!! and who knows if i ever manage a full smut fic again so. we'll take what we get, right?
sooo yes! aquaman smut ahead. since broad, tattooed, long-haired men get me going, this is oral fem!receiving. have fun with it lmao. 18+ ofc please proceed with caution
The air feels heavy around you, weighing you down onto the bed as the silence of the room fills with your curses and cries and whimpers and begged sounds of "please" and his name. A sheen layer of sweat coats your chest, your stomach. Your hand digs hard into his hair, cramps into his curls, pulls him closer and closer and closer, even though that has to be impossible. He groans into you, with his tongue buried deep inside and his fingers circling your clit, setting your nerves alight, burning every inch of you.
You feel like you can't breathe. He's eating you out like a man starved, devouring you, feasting on you. He's dragging you towards your third orgasm of the night, just on his tongue, on his fingers, on his tongue and his fingers and his fingers and his tongue.
His palms are splayed firmly against your thighs, grabbing at them, grasping at them, holding them clasped around his head, not letting you move an inch away.
"Arthur", you whimper, catch your lip between your teeth as he hums in response, sends the vibration right through every part of you. You let slip a "fuck", even though you hadn't meant to. But you can hardly think. You can hardly do anything except lie there and take what he's giving you, let him take what he wants to give, give what he wants to take. Your mind is foggy and slow and can't catch up with your mouth, but it doesn't matter because you've already pushed the quintessence of it past your lips.
"Me", you add breathlessly - and just for good measure, you repeat: "Fuck me."
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I need someone, anyone, to draw the bad batch squad in matching hello kitty pj's. The tops can be whatever you want, just the bottoms are hello kitty printed.
My vision is strong but my skills are weak.
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Jason: Alright baby bro it's time for bed [throws 3 y.o Damian over his shoulder to the bed but in slow motion while making sounds like a plane is crashing]
Damian: [giggling]
Jason: [stops mid-throw] Wait wait, just to be safe [pulls out a toy grenade from his pocket] incase if there's any monsters down there [throws the grenade under the bed]
Tim: AAAAAHH WHAT THE FU- [frantically trying to crawl out]
Damian: [shrieks happly]
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