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the gaz drabble with reader and her daughter penelope was so so beautiful and sweet I loved it <3

thank you so so much omg 🥹🫶🏼

it’s just one of those days yk when you hear something so nostalgic you begin longing for something you’ve never had? projected it as much as i can to kyle and rambled and ended up falling in love w it :(

little pen and mama dancing in the rain. little pen (she’s two!) stumbling and laughing and chasing after her mom. little pen and mama matching raincoats and boots. little pen who lets rain water pool in her boots before jumping to make the loudest sploosh sound that makes her and mama giggle.

oh how precious she is 🥹

(kyle and little pen having matching boas and tiaras during her grand tea pary.

kyle and little pen drinking their teas with pinkies up. she shows mr. kyle what proper ‘pinky up’ is because mama said little pen is her smart duckling so she’s gots to teach mr. kyle so mr. kyle can impress mama.

kyle and little pen passing out in the living room in their exhaustion, and both waking up to the wafting aroma of hot chocolate.

kyle and little pen stumbling to the kitchen, both groggy, and drawing out their sleepy, “thank you” to mama who just giggles because her two treasures are so alike, even in drowsiness.

kyle and little pen being best friends because they both love mama and people who love mama should stick together.)

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𝕲𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖓 & 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓 🌲🤎

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having online friends who are busy is just like. I LOVE YOU. I miss you. YOU GOT THIS. I'm giving you space to work. I LOVE YOU.

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soap makes you peg him with a vibrating strap so he can turn up the intensity whenever he wants and feel your hips stutter and hear the noises you let out and how sweet you sound begging for him every time he does it

about this

YEAAAA oh god yea!!

they (because simon’s there, watching raptly) lull you to a false sense of being the dom only for johnny to flip the dynamic around, and have you pawing at him, shaking. begging.

and he says you sound so good. god, you sound so delicious.

“hen, look at ye, huh?” johnny croons. he’s flushed himself, breaths hitching at every shaky thrust from your strap, before he flashes his crinkled eyes at simon.

he gives his mate a nod. simon grins, wolfish, and finally fiddles with the dial that he’s been holding.

they both wait with bated breaths, their eyes glued to you, then—

a yell is ripped from your throat, your body spasming at the punching pleasure.

johnny laughs, twitching, his hand falling past your ass to swipe a finger along your slit and tug at the tail of a vibrator is shaking manically within you, surely pressing at your tender spots. he knows it really is because he had been all slack-jaw as he watched simon bully the little pink thing with fervent enthusiasm in your cunt, crooning how you’ll feel good soon.

he promised, after all. promised that you’ll enjoy johnny—he tries not to blush at the dismissive tone that simon used to describe him; like johnny’s just a body to fuck. promised that this will be a memorable night.

and lord, it is.

your strap fucks into him harder with every convulsing twitch from you, and his eyes roll to the back of his skull as the dildo digs at prostate.

christ.

johnny doesn’t know if he can ever get back to normal sex after this.

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(quietly) oh god thinking about kyle falling in love with his new neighbour.

How he was just going to crack open a window to let the breeze in only to stop at the sight of his neighbour and her daughter dancing in the rain, twin smiles tugging at their lips as they hop around in their front lawn, feet digging into the muddy parts of their grass garden, letting the water splash out.

Laughter trickles from the two, and it tickles Kyle’s ears, filling him up with such longing he can’t even put a proper name to it.

She is the single mother who moved from another country.

Why she settled in this little suburb, Kyle doesn’t know but he’s thankful of her because there are times when he forgets about many things—himself, for one; the touch of soft blankets and the feel of warm water, for another—but somehow he always finds himself snapping back to his body at seeing her.

At hearing her.

She is beautiful. She is beyond beautiful. She is—

God, how can anyone have that much fortitude and strength and love? How can anyone see the world so optimistically; so full of wonder?

“Oh, you,” she’d murmured, shy, when Kyle had told her of his thoughts, and he watched as her eyelashes brushed against her cheeks at her quiet chuckle.

Kyle’s throat had gone parched—he has never felt this type of yearning before; one that makes him full even when he’s yet to eat anything. One that lulls him to a quiet sleep like his mind and his body have finally found their centre of gravity; like they’re no longer unyielding nor unforgiving. But kind.

Filling. Wondrous.

“It’s because of my little duckling,” she continued, eyes crinkling in her delight. She turned to her snoozing daughter. “I would have been lost without my darling Pen.”

She looked at Kyle then, smiling like he wasn’t just a kind stranger. Like he wasn’t just a nobody.

Kyle stares at the them now, his lips quivering as he watches them dance and splash and giggle to each other. Their laughter sounds like chimes. Like twinkling bells. Like what home sounds.

Kyle stares at them now, wondering if he could ever be part of their family.

(He already is. Have been, for a while now.

Penelope adores Kyle. So much so that she would not stop asking you when could she play agIn with the kind man next door.

She tells you that Kyle is so patient—not in those words, but she tells you that Kyle always asks more about her stories, and asks her who are her friends and which of her collection of toys is her favourite.

And Pen is still too young to understand the word ‘patience’ but she tells you how Kyle is nothing but.

How he never once rejects her tea time invitation, even if the tea is just bottled sweet tea and grocery store cupcakes that you were able buy that week.

How he never once asks why she doesn’t know how to tie her shoelaces, and instead teaches her time and time again. That he never gets snappy even if she keeps forgetting.

She even recounts to you how excited she had been when Kyle showed up for the dad-daughter dance hosted at her school. He’d asked for your permission then, going shy as he stuttered out his, “But I don’t want to impose and you can say no, I swear, and we can just ignore this and—”

“Kyle,” you murmured, your eyes prickling with tears. “I’d be honoured if you were there for Pen.”

He said something to you then. It was a slip of his tongue, clearly something he didn’t want you to hear, and you honoured his wishes but when a man like Kyle—

No.

When Kyle says, “I wish I can be there f’r you too.” What is the natural reaction if not to let him know that he can?

That you want him too?)

(Penny likes Mr. Kyle.

He talks funny, like the many others in this new country.

Mama said it’s not nice to say that Mr. Kyle talks funny but Mr. Kyle is not angry. He just laughs with Penny, and says she should hear his best friend, Mr. Johnny, talk.

Penny is told Mr. Johnny sings more than he talks. Penny giggles at the idea of it.

Penny likes Mr. Kyle.

He is warm and he always has toffee in his pocket for Penny.

He also laughs loud, like the one from the belly, and she thinks that his laugh fills their house with how loud it is. Mama said that Mr. Kyle laughs loud so that the monsters under Penny’s bed would leave. Penny cried and said many thanks to Mr. Kyle after that.

Penny likes Mr. Kyle.

He…

He makes mama happy.

Not the way Penny makes mama happy. No one can make mama more happy than Penny could! But he buys her flowers and donuts and- and books! Adults are so weird.

Books are no fun.

Sometimes she wished Mr. Kyle can be her real dad.)

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idek how many times i’ve rewatched this trailer for batfam scraps 😭

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convo w ghost lol

he offers you his good mate soap. says the dude’s been going crazy since he found out you’re into pegging…

ext

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i cant wait for the era of hockey season where tumblr fans would make sad edits of their faves to heartwrenching song lyrics or poems, either about loss or victory or growth (i eat them all up!!)

exhibit one, two, three

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Hi lovely!!! Gives you a nice smooch, mwah mwah♡♡

hi little bug 🥹 smothers you with all my love <333

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I think so many writers here would be happier (and we’d have more quality works) if we went back to the days of OCs instead of Reader.

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listen this may be disgusting as all fucks but like imagine the 141 all shooting their cum into your mouth, just gather them all there, not swallowing it yet, just gather. like you wanna be their cum dump ? got it. so that's all thank you for listening, good day.

nah this aint disgusting enough cuz i’ll take this (w them) any day meoow!!

cw: all what anon said - being used as cum dump; d/s dynamics; no aftercare

thinking about how not all of their cum makes it in your mouth, spunk coating your face and dripping down your maw. hell, some of it even made it to your hair, making a matted mess, and at the end of it phones are pulled out to take a picture of you.

flashes upon flashes, their weighted taunts razing you. you feel so filthy, so used. your body is aching from their grips and their manhandling, your scalp still tender from the hair tugging.

you kneel there, before them, your head tipped up obediently as you take their posturing. their mean quips. their demands.

it is only after the flashing lights stop that john steps forward. of course it is him; it only makes sense that he gets the final call.

his callused palm cups your jaw. then, “go on, pretty bird. swallow f’me.”

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A collection of ones I didn't really feel were post-worthy but have them anyway

More batfam twitter shenanigans here

Taglist under the cut

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If you want to be added to/removed from the taglist let me know in the replies (easier to sort through than reblogs)

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blah blah john price witnessing his girlfriend discover something new about herself.

it happens at a birthday party, of all places. it’s for a friend of yours. he’s grateful when the cake comes out, gives him a reprieve from your friends grilling him about your new relationship. john’s handled worse, but even he can’t stand the sound of his own voice after a while.

you’re a sweet girl, helping wrangle the candles after they’re waved out. your smile only falters a little when the dripping wax of the candles drops a thick glob onto the back of your hand. one of your friends offers a napkin immediately, and checks to see if you’re okay.

and he ought to do the same, but he’s rooted to the spot, gripping his bottle tight. his eyes are glued to how your lip’s caught in your teeth. the subtle heave of your chest. if he didn’t know any better, a little shiver ran down your spine when the wax hit. he hears your friend ask if you’re alright, and you stammer out a quiet just a little warm.

he finishes his beer on the spot and swiftly pulls out his phone to shop. he has questions. experimentation is a must. he’ll have to bring you around to the idea. coax the words out of your mouth. whatever lets him see that glow in your eye again will be worth it.

his mind leaps ahead to your birthday. he wonders if he could work up up to that number in time.

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I drink to our ruined house 

To the evil of my life 

To our loneliness together 

And I drink to you— 

To the lying lips that have betrayed us, 

To the dead-cold eyes, 

To the fact that the world is brutal and coarse 

To the fact that God did not save us. Anna Akhmatova, “Last Toast”

An ENNEAD modern mafia au that’s been brewing in my mind

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Paints paints

omg!! i should try that out!!! gosh its so pretty :(

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