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prinxurie · 18 hours
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dnftopia · 14 hours
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dnf + guilty as sin lyric analysis (delusional version)
I was validated by 1 anon so Now i need to do this. Its very crazy (WARNING!)
My boredom's blown deep This cage was once just fine Am I allowed to cry?
this part is soooo pre-meetup dnf. "my boredom's blown deep / this cage was once just fine" reflects so much on both of them -- dream having to watch all his friends meet george from across the world while being stuck in his house for years, and george being bored in london while also barely leaving his flat.
their cage was "once just fine" because we know that before they realized that they wanted to live together and just wanted george to visit, they were fine being across an ocean. But once the visa application started they expressed pretty clearly how much it affected their mental health to be apart from each other -- hence "am i allowed to cry"
I dream of cracking locks Throwing my life to the Wolves or the ocean rocks Crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox I'm seeing visions, never mad or bad or wise
"i dream of cracking locks" might as well be a metaphor for the visa aka their lock to the door keeping them apart. and "throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks" is clearly a metaphor for controversy or the general public (the wolves). at the same time dnf are apart they're also becoming increasingly famous, dealing with newfound controversy and criticism.
"crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox" -- use of the word paradox makes me feel like there's some differing use in the meaning of the word "crashing". like the painful feeling of crashing against ocean rocks (controversy) versus crashing against him being comforting (dnf relying on each other for support and love). and "i'm seeing visions" -- wanting to be with each other sooo badly it encroaches on both their waking thoughts and their dreams
What if he's written mine on my upper thigh only in my mind One slip and falling back into the hedge maze Oh what a way to die
this is pretty clearly a "what if my feelings are unrequited" type thing to me. what if i'm his but he doesn't see me as his? one slip (i.e. a slip of the tongue revealing too much of their inner feelings) could ruin everything. Which like. in any friends to lovers relationship i feel that's a very real fear
I keep recalling things we never did Messy top lip kiss
do i have to say anyhting for this one WE KNOW DREAM THOUGHT ABOUT KISSING GEORGE. MULTIPLE TIMES
How I long for our tryst Without ever touching his skin How can I be guilty as sin?
yeahhh more pre-meetup dnf longing for their eventual meeting. without ever meeting each other, and without george ever seeing dream's face, somehow they still want each other
I keep thesе belongings locked In lower casе inside a vault Someone told me, "There's no such thing as bad fights, only your actions talk" These fatal fantasies given way to labored breath taking all of me
they keep their feelings locked up Ohh my dnfies. "there's no such thing as bad fights, only your actions talk" is like an actions matter more than words thing or alternatively could be flipping the saying "keep fighting the good fight" on its head a bit. again "fatal fantasies" of what could be post-meetup consume both of them so fully it's difficult to focus on anything else
We've already done it in my head If it's make believe Why does it feel like a vow? We'll fold apart somehow
THIS ONEEE. "we've already done it in my head ... / why does it feel like a vow?" Like come on. we know dnf have had many conversations about their future together and they're both fully committed to staying together as long as they can. the question for them is whether the other person feels that platonically or romantically
My bed sheets are a blaze I screamed his name Building up like waves crashing over my grave Without ever touching his skin How can I be guilty as sin?
Yeahh. dont need to go into detail on this one because we all get it. #DNFESEX!
What if I roll the stone away? They're gonna crucify me anyway
aside from the Dresus comparisons. "rolling the stone away" in the context of christianity symbolizes rebirth and an intrinsic change. To me it could be seen as a metaphor for coming out publicly . "they're gonna crucify me anyway" -- we literally saw this happen with dream in real time. he doesn't come out and he's accused of queerbaiting, he comes out and people invalidate him and call him names LIKE. This hurts me
What if the way you hold is actually what's holy? If long suffering propriety is what they want from me They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly I choose you and me, religiously
even if they face vitriol and public scrutiny DNF WILL ALWAYS CHOOSE EACH OTHER TO THE POINT OF RELIGION!
Thats it the end. Thanks for reading peace and love Please support me and my crazyisms
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glitchyconse · 3 hours
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So like I did something...
Also the image of that apple is from the wikipedia...
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https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Red_Apple.jpg
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little-pup-pip · 2 hours
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Can u plz make a Saki Tanma (PJSekai) themed moodboard with pajamas and soft stuff like plushies plz? Preferred fem-gendered with no paci plz!!
Definitely!!
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critter-of-habit · 6 months
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Ahsoka 🙌 Missing her already
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asthevermincrawls · 1 year
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mansand · 1 year
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WIND UP KNIGHT
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specshroom · 20 days
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Fantasy Short Kings <3
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Your typical brash Dwarf warrior. Who is only amused when you, the mage of the party, try and rile him up by poking fun at his height. He knows you're only acting like a brat so he'll go rough on you but he eventually gives in to your lewd fantasies.
"You know, I can probably find a spell to make you....bigger."
He grabs onto the belt hugging your hips and pulls you down to your knees in front of him.
"Are ya sure? Ye can't even handle me this size, Lass."
You can't help the pleased look on your face as you bite your lip and look up at him with love struck eyes from your place, kneeling on the floor. The dwarf scoffs at how satisfied you are with yourself and your "plan". He wastes no time lifting you over his broad shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carrying you towards his tent.
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Goblin boyfriend who is very horny for you and you alone. When others belittle his sexual abilities or make fun of his height he probably wasn't listening cus he was staring at your boobs. However, when he does manage to pay attention to the comments, his reaction is basically just: "Hoes mad."
He's obsessed with your legs, thighs specifically. He encourages you to wear shorts, skirts, dresses, tighter pants, anything to show off your gorgeous legs.
His goal is to make you feel even half as sexy as he thinks you are.... and he really likes your legs. His undeniable attraction and unrelenting hunger for you gets you off far more than any bigger man could.
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Werewolf who's the runt of his pack and definitely on the smaller side. Most of the pack laughs when he finally confesses that he got a mate. He's confided with you about his insecurities before and how the pack treats him so you already have the perfect game plan when you both get invited to a pack get-together. That's why you're bouncing on his cock in the backseat of his car moaning into his neck,
"You gonna mark me up, Baby? Show them who I belong to?"
Making him whine out, "Yeah, f-fuck yes." while gripping your hips and cumming inside your greedy hole.
The look on his pack mates faces was priceless when you walked in there basically reeking of each other with barely hidden bite marks. While the older adults just looked happy that the smallest cub got himself a loving mate, many of the younger adults were clearly struggling with the fact that the runt they bullied for so long actually fucks.
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daisynik7 · 5 months
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Men who are just too fucking tired. 
He comes home, shoulders hunched as he shuffles through the front door, eyes bloodshot and heavy from exhaustion. He sees you beaming at him, uplifting his spirit just enough to return a weak smile as he presses a kiss to your lips. It’s in the croak in his throat, the lack of spring in his step, the way he slumps into your embrace, in desperate need for a fucking break.
You’d do anything for your man, and right now, you don’t want him to think anymore. You want to empty his brains, clear his mind of stress, ease the worries out of his otherwise strong and sturdy body that’s been withered down mentally. He doesn’t say it explicitly, but you know he wants it. He needs it. 
So, you give it to him. You take control tonight, leading him into the bedroom, coaxing him to relax against the pillows while you do all the work. He could fall asleep this instant if it wasn’t for his pretty plaything performing a private striptease for him. It gives him life to see you naked at the foot of the bed, nipples peaked, eyes wide with lust, removing his own clothes now. You tease the erection growing in his boxers as you shimmy his pants off, palm brushing against the bulge. He sucks in a breath, heart racing with anticipation and excitement, lifting his arms to help you hoist his shirt off. He pulls you in for a kiss, languid and sloppy, letting you explore his mouth. And he doesn’t say it. He doesn’t have to it, especially when his fingers toy with your throbbing clit. He wants a taste of you. That’s what he craves the most when he’s tired like this. 
You straddle his face, lowering yourself slowly until your pussy meets his mouth, his tongue quick to swirl around your clit. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t need to. He likes savoring you like this. Doesn’t have to think about anything else, just his lips on this sweet cunt of yours. And when it begins to be too much for you, he can’t help but smile, finding the smallest boost of energy to squeeze your ass cheeks and bounce you on his face as you approach your orgasm. 
He watches you carefully as you slide down his body, sinking onto his hard cock. He moans, low and guttural, when you rock your hips back and forth on his lap, riding him. The tension in his body has faded, and all he can think about now is how fucking good you feel around him. With his eyes closed, getting lost in the pleasure, he whimpers, “Please.” 
He’s too cute, begging like this. And you don’t have the heart to tease him, something you might do if you were feeling particularly naughty. No, right now, you’re going to give him exactly what he wants, what he needs. You throw your ass back, swallowing his entire length with each stroke, waiting for that euphoric sensation of his cock pulsing inside you, shooting his hot load deep into your womb. 
He's completely drained now as he reaches his arms towards you, what little energy he has left reserved to cuddling you lovingly until he falls asleep, finally at peace. 
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Shouta Aizawa, Choso Kamo, Detective Tsukauchi, Kishibe, Levi Ackerman, Nanami Kento, Reiner Braun + your favorite tired man who needs a fucking break
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mrsaltieri-real · 6 months
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The Next Stop (Ethan Landry x AFAB!Reader)
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Warnings: slight langauge, AFAB!Reader, (no pronouns specified) vaginal fingering, clit rubbing, smut, public smut, slight dub-con, strangers, slight exhibitionist/voyeurism kink, shame kink, masturbation, (vibrator) mentions of Ethan being Ghostface and the killings.
A/N: I’ve been thinking about the gif below a LOT as of late, he looks so fucking hot and this just sprang to mind last night and I whacked it all together. It’s hot, I think. Getting fingered by Ethan on a train but you have no idea who the fuck he is??? Uhhh yeah, this plays into my exhibitionist kink nicely.
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The subway was oddly quiet, granted it was coming up to three in the morning, but still. You’d stayed at college late, cramming for your upcoming finals until you’d noticed just how late it really was and decided it was time to race home, get a few hours of nyquil induced sleep before having to relive the same day again tomorrow. You could say you were a bit of an overachiever. You texted your roommate quickly once you flopped down in a free seat, utterly exhausted, telling her you were on the way home but didn’t receive a response.
You sighed, leaning your head back against your seat and mindlessly played around on your phone, flipping from app to app absently when you suddenly felt the uneasy feeling that somebody was watching you.
The subway car only had about fourteen people inside, some were asleep, others were hunched over their own devices, working from a laptop or texting from their cell as you had been. Everyone except a tall, lean curly haired guy who stood with his hand gripping the pole beside him so tightly his knuckles were completely white, his dark brown eyes shamelessly staring at you with an endearingly intense glint shining in them.
You cleared your throat, tearing your eyes away from his fervid and observing gaze, focusing your consciousness back onto your phone. He was pretty, no doubt about that, the way he was staring at you made a dull flutter cascade through your core and inflame your stomach. The coach came to an abrupt stop, your hand flying out to catch yourself on the pole beside you to stop yourself falling out of the seat and the automated woman on the speaker announced that you were two stops away from your destination. Your phone buzzed in your hand and you glanced down, seeing your roommate text you back that she was heading to bed and for you to make sure you get home safe.
As you were about to respond, you were suddenly aware that someone had sat down carefully beside you. You glanced up for a moment, noticing the curly haired boy had settled in the seat next to you, eyes now set forward at the doors of the train. The smell of his cologne filled your nose, the scent subtle yet having an unprecedented effect on you, thighs tensing and your cunt clenching. You looked away quickly, sending a quick reply to your roommate and wishing her a good night before placing your phone into your jacket pocket, choosing to settle your gaze on the window, watching as New York passed you by, trying to ignore the boy sitting beside you.
His knee was touching yours, the rough material of his jeans rubbing against your bare skin at every jostle of the train. His hand resting on his thigh deftly dropped between the small gap separating the two of you, his bare fingers making contact with your soft skin casually. Your eyes instinctively darted down, watching as his fingertips began to faintly stroke your skin, grazing over the hem of your skirt.
You couldn’t help but steal a glance at his pretty face and noticed he looked almost bored, completely uninterested and still not looking at you at all. You felt his fingers glide over your thigh, stopping abruptly as he reached the middle, a soft tap of his fingers as if he was ordering you to open your legs for him.
You couldn’t do this, let some random fucking guy you’d never met start touching your pussy on the middle of the subway.
Just from the limited contact alone, you were already pathetically wet. It was like your body and mind had completely separated from one another as you lightly inched your legs apart, allowing him to slide his hand between them, his fingers grazing at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
You let out a small, shaky sigh as he dragged his fingers up, stopping just before he made direct contact for a few seconds, as if he were making a decision about how he wanted to touch you before the rough pads of his fingers brushed over your strained clit through your panties softly, the touch so faint it shouldn’t have even had that much of an effect on you, but alas, it did.
Your breathing hitched and from the corner of your eye, you could’ve sworn you’d seen his lips twitch up into a small smile but you didn’t bother to look, worried it would snap you out of whatever the fuck had gotten into you.
This wasn’t you, you weren’t even the kind of person to interact with a stranger unless it was entirely necessary, but here you were, at three o’clock in the morning with your legs open and dying to let this random guy touch your pussy in a public space, practically gagging for it.
He began carefully moving his middle and forefinger in a gentle circular motion, rubbing your clit teasingly through your damp panties before, without warning, they were pushed aside, the hot pads of his fingers finally making direct contact with your strained, aching clit.
Your hand wrapped around the cold pole next to you again, this time to stop yourself from moaning aloud, your eyes fluttering closed as he began to play with your clit, his fingers skillful as he rubbed in small circular motions, his eyes still fixed ahead of him as though he wasn’t doing anything, as though this was an completely normal interaction. Perhaps it was for him, but at that moment you couldn’t care less. You didn’t care that the subway car was littered with strangers that could very well be watching this guy touch you so intimately, making you push yourself against his fingers like a needy whore with your head tilted back, eyes screwed up as you focused on just how good he was making you feel.
His fingers moved from your clit, dragging down your slit and collecting your juices, briefly plunging them inside and curling upward, pressing firmly against the spongy tissue and making you let out a soft whimper, looking down to see this strangers fingers gently pumping in and out of your cunt. Your legs were so wide from him now, your knee was practically resting against his thigh.
He removed his fingers before moving his fingers back up, using your juices coating his fingers to carry on playing with your exposed clit. Your chest began to heave, your hips unconsciously bucking against his hand as he worked over you casually, still not looking at you. Soft moans and gasps escaped you and you sunk your teeth harshly into your bottom lip and bit the inside of your cheeks so hard you could almost taste blood, trying desperately to be as quiet as you could manage as you clenched around nothing, feeling the fire in your stomach build and burn hotter and hotter with each expert glide of his slick fingers, your legs opening wider and wider for him which seemed to please him judging by how fast his fingers began to work your clit.
The pressure was perfect, the speed of his strong fingers was making your impending orgasm loom dangerously close as your back arched from your seat, pushing yourself against his long fingers before your eyes flew open and you came with a soft gasp on this tips of this stranger's fingers, hand gripping the cold metal of the pole so hard it’s a wonder it didn’t bend. Your eyes flew open as you reached your peak, meeting a man’s shocked and wide eyed gaze as he stared at you, mouth agape as he watched you cum, body shivering and writhing as you pushed your hips down against the strangers fingers, feeling them slide from your clit and into your soaked hole with every movement of your body.
The train stopped as you felt the warmth of his fingers abandon you. He cleared his throat a little, still not looking at you as he stood up, grabbing his bag from the ground and walked toward the doors. You finally moved your gaze onto him, watching as he left the train car, walked onto the platform without even looking back and disappeared up the steps of the station and vanished out of sight.
You felt suddenly self-conscious as your eyes met an older woman’s, her expression nothing short of disgusted, and the man that had watched you cum, his eyes still as wide as dinner plates as he stumbled up from his seat and adjusted himself in his pants, leaving the train looking completely dazed, as though this was the highlight of his month. Maybe it was. You shifted in your seat, feeling your wetness covering your thighs and no doubt staining the seat beneath you as you quickly closed your legs, crossing one over the other and pulled at the hem of your skirt, eyes quickly moving away from the woman and back through the window, beginning to bite at your nails, feeling satisfied yet extremely vulnerable and disgusting.
Did that really just fucking happen?
Despite the disgust you felt in yourself, it only added to your satisfaction. It felt new, different and exciting. You couldn't lie, you absolutely loved the combination of the mixed feelings.
Needless to say you never saw him again, you’d never really expected to. You thought about him a lot though, pressing your vibrator against your clit while you were alone in your bedroom, imagining the scent of his cologne, the warmth of his fingers as they expertly touched you, and just how fucking pretty he was and how hard he’d made you cum and just how easy it was for him to touch you, as if it was completely normal.
That was, until a few weeks later. You were at home, working on your thesis for class when the news grabbed your attention.
“Ghostface killers finally come to a grisly end. The family of killers, Detective Wayne Bailey and his children and resident Blackmore University students Quinn Bailey and Ethan Bailey, formally known as Landry, all brutally murdered after targeting previous survivors of the 2022 Woodsboro massacre, Samantha and Tara Carpenter, Chad and Mindy Meeks, and celebrity Gale Weathers.”
Your eyes widened as soon as you saw “Ethan’s” picture lighting up your screen, recognition hitting immediately. That was him, the stranger from the subway you'd all too willingly opened your legs for. Then your blood ran cold when the realisation that you’d let a murderer get you off and make you cum on a fucking train hit you like a ton of bricks.
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suikamelony · 2 months
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Pyramid Bill
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stxrslut · 20 days
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just saw these posts about Rafe x reader who gets chronic migraines… as a chronic migraine haver I must add my own little dialogues cause this is cuteee <3
original posts by @diqldrunks & @iminlovebutimkeepinitlowkey
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“you have to actually swallow the pill for it to work baby.”
“but it hurts to swallow.” :(
“hurts more to sit there n’ do nothing.”
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“I can still see the sun.”
“no you cannot.”
“yes i can.”
“there are four blackout curtains. four. you can’t see shit.”
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“I want a sandwich.”
“baby… not right now.”
“why not?”
“wh- why not? cause you’re literally in the process of vomiting right now.”
“but I’m hungry!”
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“this ice pack is too cold!”
“do you want the heat pack again?”
“no. that was too hot.”
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wondersinwaynemanor · 2 months
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the Wayne kids would definitely wear something from their partners without them knowing. or they just forgot because they're so into it.
[a bit long as this is for each Wayne kid]
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Dick, enters the movie room at the Manor, announcing himself quite loudly: Who missed me????
his siblings exchange looks as they judge the The Flash joggers their eldest brother is wearing.
Bruce eyes fall to the clothing, a light smile on his lips.
Dick, plops himself beside Damian, ruffling his hair: I hope I didn't miss too much. I got caught up with something.
Jason: Did that something have anything to do with a specific speedster, Dickface?
Damian, huffs as Dick gives him a side hug: You've been frolicking quite often with West these days, Richard.
Jason, attempts to whisper but he obviously wanted everyone to hear him: I'm sure it's more than frolic.
Tim and Duke snicker at that.
Dick, steals Jason's bowl of popcorn: What you guys talking about? He's my best friend. If he needs something, I'll be there-
Cass pokes at Dick's knees and gives a knowing look at the joggers.
Dick, goes red as he continues to eat more popcorn: Um... My pants got dirty. Had to borrow. No big deal. Now..... What we watching????
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Dick, grins and bows down as he stands on the mat: Okay! Who's ready to spar with the Master?
Jason and Tim roll their eyes in sync as they do their own business at the Batcave.
Cass emerges outside the changing rooms, wearing her workout clothes with a purple headband that's totally not her brand, and waves a hand to Dick as if indicating "me".
from his place at the Batcomputer, Bruce smiles when he sees his daughter.
Dick, coos: Awww. That's a cute headband, Cass. Where'd you get it?
Damian, emerges from the changing rooms: It seems to be Brown's.
Cass pretends not to blush when she touches the headband on her head.
Dick: You look adorable, Cass.
Before Dick could tease her even more, Cass does a move that knocks Dick on the floor.
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Jason enters the dining room. he's the last one to join the rest of the family on the table.
his siblings exchange looks when they see the Star City shirt he's wearing, a shirt that's clearly tight for him.
Jason is minding his own business, stacking pancakes on his plate when Bruce starts the conversation.
Bruce, hides his smile behind the newspaper: Morning, Jaylad. I thought you were arriving later tonight.
Jason, shrugs: Business was cut off short.
Dick, grins from across the table: Just admit it, Little Wing. You miss us.
Jason, groans: It's too early, Dick. Please.
Duke: But not too early to wear a shirt that's clearly not from Gotham, right?
Damian: Must be some lousy business Todd got into.
Tim, snickers: Or an interesting one for Jason as it's clearly a Roy-related business.
Jason: What the fuck are you guys on about?
Cass, who is sitting beside him, tugs at his shirt.
Jason, pretends not to blush and continues to eat: 'nd your o' ucking 'iness
Alfred: Language, Master Jason. And you must not talk with your mouth full.
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Tim enters the dining room after a long day at work as CEO of Wayne Enterprises. he hopes he isn't too late for family dinner.
Tim, sits down: Sorry, I'm late. It's been a looong day.
his siblings exchange looks when they see Tim wearing a leather jacket, which clearly wasn't part of his suit and tie that he initially wore to the office.
Bruce has to bite his lower lip to refrain from smiling.
Steph, raises her brow: Was there a photoshoot or something?
Tim, who doesn't look up as he starts typing on his phone: Huh...
Damian: You just got here, Drake, but you're already distracted. How childish of you.
Duke, clears his throat beside Tim: Tim, sorry to break it to you, but you're wearing a leather jacket. It doesn't seem to be your style.
Tim, almost drops his phone: Sh- Oh, yes, it's Kon's. He dropped by to the office to report something. Some team stuffs that doesn't concern any of you. I was cold, so he let me borrow.
Steph: We already know Tim secretly wanted the jacket even though he wasn't cold.
Tim tries to aim a pea on Steph's face, but she just catches it with her mouth.
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Duke, enters the Batcave after morning patrol: Seriously, these rogues are coming out at morning too often these days.
his siblings, who were present at the cave, exchange looks when they see the cap with the letter R on his head.
Bruce pretends to cough to cover his chuckle.
Dick, grins: New getup, Little D?
Tim, smiles from beside Bruce by the Batcomputer: It looks good on you, Duke!
Duke, blushes: Wait, huh- Oh. It's Izzy's. She was nice enough to let me borrow.
Jason, pats Duke's shoulder as he makes his way to his motorcycle: You're one of the people I can say looks good with a cap, D.
Dick, shouts: Wait. Who's the other one, Little Wing? I don't wear a cap!!!
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Damian enters the vehicle.
the rest of his siblings exchange looks when they see the oversized hoodie their youngest brother is wearing.
Bruce, who is on the driver seat, doesn't even try to hide the smile he has on his face.
Jason: I didn't know that after a sleepover, you get to bring home your host's clothes.
Tim: Oh, shut up, Jay. As if you're any better.
Jason: No one asked you to open your mouth, Replacement.
Dick, cuts the conversation: Aww, you look really adorable with Jon's hoodie, Dami.
Cass, beside him, plants a soft kiss on Damian's cheek.
Damian, curses internally before pulling the sleeves of the hoodie to his wrists: Tt. How did you know this was Jon's?
Duke: Well, it couldn't be Clark's right? It would drown you.
Damian, huffs, definitely not blushing: Whatever. Let's just go.
and the Wayne kids would definitely not return the things they're wearing.
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Negotiations.
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xanaxspritz · 2 months
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a continuation of this post. cw: lactation kink, pregnant!reader, breastfeeding, nursing handjob, minors DNI.
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being pregnant for the most part wasn't fun. the first trimester consisted of constant headaches, nausea, and so much fatigue. now early in your second trimester you could feel your breasts grow more tender and even bigger, full with milk.
choso is a supportive partner during your pregnancy in more ways than one. he's overtaken all domestic duties in your apartment so you don't overexert yourself. he cooks and cleans, holds open every door for you. you weakly complain that you don't need the help, but choso insists. he knows you.
so when he sees you holding your breasts in pain, he knows he's needed.
"may i?" he asks.
"please" you sigh.
getting into position on the bed, you lay his head down on your breasts. you pull your tits out of your tank top, feeling the weight of your milk. you coax some out of one nipple, the pearly translucent white liquid slowly dripping. choso's breath hitches in anticipation.
slowly guiding his mouth to nipple, he sucks gently, mouth filling with the sweet taste of your milk.
"its so good baby" he moans into your nipple.
you feel instant relief.
choso licks around your areolas before going back to drink your sweet milk. "youre tits are so full of milk just for me" he moans again.
he sucks you dry before switching to the next one. you could see a tent growing in his pants. you reach down to take his cock out and stroke his length, surprised to already feel precum leaking out of his tip.
feeling some sort of weird mix of pain and pleasure, you can feel the wetness growing between your legs as he drinks more and more out of you. watching him nurse felt intimate, almost nurturing. and he's clearly enjoying himself, his eyes are closed in pure bliss, one hand holding on to your breast like its a bottle.
he fits both nipples into his mouth in one final suck before he let's go, cumming into your hand. he sighs happily as the last few remaining drops fall on his face
"so good" he repeats.
"would you be willing to make this a nightly thin? " you ask shyly, "they hurt when theyre full of milk"
"anything for you" and you know he means it with all his heart.
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cits-cookie-brainrot · 9 months
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I decided to redesign/reimagine the dragon cookies for the fun of it.
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