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you draw dick grayson so hansom mr tumblr user feyburner can you draw us another dick grayson please

[Gimli voice] She gave me three

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And to the one childhood friend i have on this godforsaken site who knew me as the innocent Mormon girl that couldn’t say the word fuck without crying afterwards… I think about you every time I post something thirsty af and wonder what tf goes through your mind. love you tho, F.

i live by delicate arch now. I promised you in middle school we’d see it together one day. I’m still game if you are.

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To my babies @hllokttyairhead and @princesscumdump444

May your asses always be fat and there always be yummy bread for you to eat

Such is the love I have for the two of you

psalms 69:69

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it was me. I was anon. This was just too good to not come out of hiding. I’m usually so shy about my feral horniness but you got me with this one so…. I’ll just be in a corner unapologetically obsessed with this.

currently OBSESSED with your blog. Everything you post is FIRE. HEAR ME OUT, ok, imagine being like hella subby/timid and Miguel LOVES it but is also trying to help you use your voice, say what you want, GET YOU TO TAKE CHARGE A LIL and your all shy and cute and it just makes him want to fuck you THAT MUCH HARDER

you're absolutely right anon, he'd love it and he'd also tease you RELENTLESSLY about it- taking advantage of the fact that you wouldn't speak up, so desperately trying to help you achieve the opposite- to be open with him and not feel the need to hide anything from him,

he'd always say shit like "R'you tired, baby? Already?" as if this wasn't the third time he was fucking you, and you'd just mewl in reply, turning your head to bury your face deeper in your pillow

one night you end up with your back against the mattress, moaning and whimpering at the way Miguel eats you out like a starved man- groaning into your pussy as he licks everything you have to offer, lapping quickly at your folds.

you can feel you're close as you arch your back, unconsciously moving further away from him- and he grabs your thighs to pull you closer, clicking his tongue, "Oh baby.. Can't handle what I give you?"

you huff, "I can." and he just chuckles, his chin glistening, "Really."

"Then tell me what you want- I'll stop if you don't." he's thrown that one phrase in a LOT, always 'threatening' to stop making you feel good in order for you to speak up more- but you'd never budged and he in turn wouldn't stop either, because he couldn't. This time, though, he actually keeps his promisewhen you don't reply to him, and you're baffled as you watch him walk out of the room, leaving you panting on the bed.

you were so close to cumming, and he just left you there. You get up quickly to follow him out the room, rolling your eyes when you see him casually sitting on the couch, legs spread and all, and you come to stand right in front of him, blocking his view of the tv. His eyes betray him as always, and you try not to squirm at the way he stares at your body, licking his lips as he eyes you up and down,

"Something you need, querida?"

you've never actually asked Miguel for anything- only replying with small 'yes's whenever he'd ask you if you wanted more- if you wanted him to do this or that.

"I want your mouth on my pussy," you ignore the way your voice trembles as you talk, stubbornly standing your ground. Miguel grins, tongue running over his fangs before he scoots over, "Lay back,"

"No."

"No?"

"You lay back. I wanna sit on your face." the way his eyebrows shoot up is almost comical, but then he's groaning, grabbing your thighs and pulling you towards him, and you gasp as you situate yourself in his lap clumsily. He kisses you hard- tongue rolling over your own, as you begin to grind your hips on him, loving the way his boxers feel against your bare pussy.

You run your hand up to rub at his pecs before you're pushing him down, and he chuckles breathlessly as he falls back, "Kitty finally got claws, huh?"

For some reason that pisses you off even more as you murmur, "Shut up," then you're suddenly climbing over his chest, hovering right above his mouth, and he can't keep his eyes off your pretty pussy- practically drooling at the sight,

after that it's like everything's changed- seeing miguel beg, hearing him whine for your pussy like you always do for his cock, changed how you viewed sex in general- and now you're the one asking to go for a second- third round, and he's the one laying down on the bed, sweat running down his temple as he pants hard, "Just give me a second baby, shit-" but you don't listen to him- too cockdrunk to do so- so you just straddle him again, taking his cock in your hands, loving the way he jumps from how overstimulated he is,

He grunts from underneath you, his hands squeezing your hips as he throws his head back in exasperation when you slip his cock back inside you, "h my Godddd, this pussy's too tight baby- I can't-"

and you pout at him, "What's the matter, baby? Can't handle what I give you?" and right at that moment, Miguel thinks he's created a monster

think this got way off topic, no? so sorry if it did

also thank you so much for your kind words 🥹 <3333

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Okay so I’m thinking that I kind of want to release the next few chapters of Meet Me at Midnight at once but save the last one cuz…. Would anyone be interested in live streaming the release of the final chapter? I’ve been playing a lot of DCUOnline and kinda want to play and livestream while people read the last chapter. What do y’all think?

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Alright. The bitch is back. The depression cloud has cleared. I will be writing again soon. Now. I actually have Meet Me at Midnight mostly finished and will be posting the next few chapters when it's totally done. I've also opened my request box for hc's and drabbles and such and I'm currently writing for Jason Todd, Miguel O'Hara, Dick Grayson, and Peter B. Parker.

SIDE NOTE: A big apology to my bb girls @hllokttyairhead and @princesscumdump444 for literally disappearing for SIX MONTHS. I love you guys, I'm back. I got a cat so basically depression cured, right? LMAO

Hit me up with reqs cuz it'll help me get back into the swing of writing.

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I'm losing it over the idea of Tim and Jason forming the tightest sibling bond out of all the batkids but it's a toss up whether they're at each other's throats, civil, or just making nothing but minecraft villager sounds at each other just because it pisses Bruce off because he KNOWS they're making fun of him going "hm" at everything

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Jason: Bruce made me care about stupid things

Dick: Like what?

Jason: Family. Humanity. My well being

Bruce, happily making cupcakes in the kitchen: Don't forget Tim!

Jason: And [Gags] Tim

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Bruce, picking up a stray: "He reminds me of me!" :333

Bruce, a couple of years later: "Why is he such a stubborn, self-destructive drama queen??" >((

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Jason: Actually, you stay out of it. I'll deal with Dent this time.

Bruce: What? No. Not a chance.

J: Why not? First of all, he likes me more than you at this point. he'll be more cooperative. Also he owes me like., 20 grand.

B: Why does Two-Face owe you $20,000??

J: Well, he may have two faces but it turns out neither of them are a poker face.

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Give me more tired boi Bruce Wayne!

His sleep schedule must be absolutely fucked. My mom worked nights for years and even now that she hasn't been for over four years, she's still basically nocturnal. So Bruce 'Running around as a bat at night' Wayne has no hope.

I want constantly tired Bruce. A tiredness that no coffee or stimulant will fix. A tiredness that comes with trying to solve every problem around you by yourself for years.

The family is eating breakfast? Bruce has his head down on the table asleep while everyone else is chatting. Cass covers his food for him to eat later.

At a board meeting? Everyone else thinks he's wearing shades indoors to be pretentious but Tim knows that it's to hide the fact that he's conked out.

There's a gala on? People wonder where Bruce Wayne has disappeared to, if he's taken some pretty girl (or guy) back to a room to show her a good time. In reality, Dick saw him nearly topple over while talking to someone so he swooped in and led Bruce to a back room for him to nap.

That's why Batman is rarely seen during the day. Not because he doesn't want to be but because he just cannot function whatsoever due to his exhaustion.

It makes him feel a bit bad cause he wants to spend more time with his kids outside of the cowl. He wants to go to more petting zoos with Damian, do more puzzles with Duke and have more cooking lessons with Jason.

He tries his best but all the batkids can tell he's genuinely exhausted. They cover him with blankets when they catch him napping in random places. They try and be a bit quieter when he's asleep. Y'know just make things a little easier.

And while some of them will deny it (read: Jason) their favourite activity to do with their Dad is all cuddling up and taking a nap together.

cough cough @bruciemilf

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Damian: Well, I suppose it's because I have an impressive body count.

Dick: *spits his drink out*

Jason: *drops his phone*

Tim: *head whipping around 180 degrees*

Dick: ...Oh.

Dick: Well. If you ever wanna talk about it, I'm...I'm here?

Dick [covering his ears with his hands]: Actually, I take that back. I'm not. Don't tell me. Don't even say that ever again. You shouldn't know what that means, you're literally a BABY, WHY DO YOU--

Jason: *wheezing*

Tim [doesn't know which meaning of the phrase is worse]: I...how many was it, Damian?

Damian: I've lost count?

Jason [throwing his head back]: HA!

Dick: *visibly upset*

Tim:

Tim: *sucks teeth*

Tim [turns back to his tablet]: Well, then.

Steph [walking in]: Gooood afternoon, mofos.

Steph: Why's Dick crying?

Damian: I was trying to explain that I could handle the Las Vegas mission on my own by virtue of my substantial body count.

Steph:

Steph [starting into the five stages of grief]:

Steph: Your substantial what.

Jason: *dying for the second time*

Damian: What in the world are you all going on about?

Dick: *lowers his hands*

Tim: *is confused*

Jason: *still laughing into his elbow*

Steph: Uh-huh. I really need you to explain yourself right now, bucko.

Damian: Oh, you too, Brown?

Damian: For your information, I can actually hold my own--

Jason [wheezing]: PLEASE--

Damian: --in the video game tournament in Las Vegas that I will be infiltrating this weekend. Actually, I have beaten Gordon on Call of Duty at long last, so that means I am actually OVERqualified for the mission.

Jason: *still cackling*

Tim: Well, congrats. But for YOUR information, body count has another meaning other than a shooting game. So maybe next time you announce that--

Damian: I know what it means, Drake.

Damian: I have another body count other than my top score.

Dick:

Damian: Because I've killed many people.

Steph:

Tim:

Jason:

Dick [throws his head back]: Oh thank GOD--

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More cuddles?

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I’ve been obsessed with those “What I would wear as your teacher” reels/TikToks so now I’m pushing my professor Jason agenda

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The thing is. I would eat the grapes. I would eat the pomegranate seeds. I would eat the Turkish delights. It doesn’t matter what the stakes are if you put a little plate of snacks out in front of me I’ll eat them.

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Kory: How old were you guys when you found out Santa wasn't real?

Roy, whispering to Jason: How old am I?

Jason: You’re twenty-five, Roy.

Roy, sadly: I was twenty-five.

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robin bonding time