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POV : you have been scrolling for the past hour and all you see is SMUT

Please...life is lot more than fucking🙏🏻

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meow quick panel redraws

+ some magma drawings i did

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URGENT HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD

Dear humanity,

Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment.

I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉

My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.

Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others

I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺

Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.

So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.

Please Donate now:👇.

https://gofund.me/2f20a398

Ddonate Via Paypal 👇.

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Megan Thee Stallion cosplays!

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Watched ova9

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an excuse to do a quick baggy suit study~

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Clingy Mornings

Bruce Wayne x Wife!reader, Batboys x Batmom

IN WHICH your clinginess towards your husband never fails to disgust your sons.

WC: 1.5k

“And where'd you think you're going?” The sudden sound of your voice, albeit muffled partly by your pillow and sleepiness, startled your husband from his sitting place at the edge of your shared bed. You could barely even see with the morning grogginess clouding your iris, yet Bruce’s defined back muscles somewhat managed to break through your view. 

Bringing a hand up to wipe at your eyes, you couldn’t help but relish in the sight of your husband’s fine muscles flexing as he turned to meet your eyes. The way his bicep laid there all deliciously as he tipped all of his body weight onto one arm, the other moving up to caress at your cheek lovingly. There was no denying the pure adoration that swam through his beautiful blue iris, they spoke for themselves. 

“Well one of us has to be downstairs before Alfred decides that we’ve had enough sleeping time and barges into our room.” he chuckled slightly, a rare instance for The Batman, yet he’d only show this side when he was Bruce Wayne alongside you. His beautiful wife and mother of his children, adopted or not, they were yours. He had to force himself and resist the urge to chuckle as he watched your expression morph into a pout, your delicate hand pulling at his arm as you tried to get him back under the sheets with you. 

“Cmon Bruce, just a few more minutes.” you pleaded, tiredness still evident in your voice but it progressively faded the more you stayed up begging your husband to fall asleep with you again. Your hopes spike as Bruce laid behind you for a second, but the fact that he was laying on his forearm and elbow immediately crushed all of your hopes. His warm palm never left your cheek once, making you snuggle deeper into the palm that was just as big as your face. 

“I’d love to, trust me. But are you sure that you don’t want to see those demons of yours before they leave?” Of course he’d do that, of course Bruce would use your beloved children as bait for you to accompany him downstairs and finally leave the bed. You grunted something along the lines of ‘well then you better carry me’ in the crook of his neck as you threw your arms around his shoulders. This time Bruce couldn’t resist chuckling as he grabbed you delicately by the hips, hosting you onto his lap as he stood up from the plush mattress. 

Bruce hadn’t complained once about your clinginess. Truth to be told you’d been like this since the night before because you had rarely seen your beloved Bruce for nearly a whole ass week. It wasn’t unusual that you both wouldn’t see each other, on days that you’d be busy with work and on nights that the city’s menaces just wouldn’t rest. But recently everything had just been too much, too many meetings, too many villains and yet not enough time.

You winced as his hands came to lay across the bruises that now decorated your hips, two huge hand marks engraved into your skin as a remnant of the previous night. Needless to say that the reunion sex had you reaching for the stars, and the faint ache between your legs was a constant reminder of just what Bruce’s perfect girth could do to you. 

Your husband moved his hands with expertise as he descended the stairs, having only one hand under your ass to support your weight as the other laid along your back. You weren’t even concerned about a potential fall, because your husband did happen to be Batman, and his strength was unmeasured to your body weight. No matter what it was. 

Dick had been the first to notice his father walk into the living room, not that it was hard to notice him considering the absolute unit of a man that your 6’4 husband was. Your eldest son was perched up on the sofa, a bowl full of cereal and milk as the TV played in the background. He froze at first, unable to see you from your buried position in Bruce’s chest. Dick was afraid that you’d walk in shortly after you dear husband and start ripping one off on your son for eating on your couch, because even as the grown ass man that he now was, Dick was the messiest eater that you’d ever seen.

Though luckily for him that never came because it seemed like you had better plans, which included being stuck all day to your husband. No exaggeration. He watched in amusement as Bruce sat down amongst his children on the sofa, Damian not even displaying an ounce of attention towards his father as his eyes strained on the TV. could tell that it was a lazy morning for the both of you, even if Bruce claimed that it wasn’t for him. He had been clearly too bothered to dress before going down, instead clad in nothing but a pair of black boxers that he’d quickly thrown on in the morning. His warm, bare skin brought warmth against your clothed one, making you cling to him even harder than you previously were. 

Dick couldn’t help the smile growing upon his lips as he noticed the way your hands were clamped tightly around Bruce’s neck alongside the way your legs caged his waist. Like a clingy koala, he thought. 

You’d not moved from your position upon arrival, and at first your children could’ve thought that you were sleeping, and that Bruce was the clingy one after having snatched you from the comfort of your bed to snuggle with you downstairs on the couch.

Although they quickly found their assumptions to be wrong as they watched Bruce hand move up to your lower back, rubbing it adoringly before he gently tapped you to move and cuddle his side so he could eat. The bowl of cereal that he’d quickly grabbed from Alfred sat on the table staring at him, and his stomach was yelling for it. 

You squeezed in between Bruce and Damian as you climbed off your husband's lap, offering him the limited space that he’d get for the rest of the week. By all means you were still cuddled up to his side, an arm wrapped around his bicep as you rested your head on his bulging muscles. 

In the back of your mind, you heard a little voice telling you that this morning was all too weird. Why? Because the living room was far too silent for it to harbour all four of your children at once in. Maybe If you’d both been a little more aware you would’ve caught the sight of Jason trying and desperately failing in his attempts of ‘secretly’ snapping a picture of you both since the moment you’d walked in. 

Bruce could be sure that in a few hours he’d get a ping from his phone and a bunch of notifications about some sort of instagram post that your son has posted about the seemingly intimidating Bruce Wayne cuddling up to his wife. The caption would read ‘Bruce Wayne has gone soft, nobody is safe from the softpocalypse anymore’, but you didn’t know that as of now. 

Maybe you’d catch sight of that devilish grin adorning your youngest’s face, yet again that was nothing new. Or maybe you would have been able to notice the way Tim would often part from his beloved cup of coffee to check if Jason got the right angle. Although Bruce would admit later on that there’s no shame in showing some well deserved love to your spouse, he’d most definitely ground them all for playing this little ‘prank’ on him. 

You slowly returned in Bruce’s embrace after watching whatever idiotic movie that Dick had put on for god knows how long. Bruce’s bowl now empty and sitting on the coffee table before you. You took it as a sign that you could retake your spot within his arms, and your brooding husband didn’t even complain once as you got comfortable. With your face now buried in the warmth of his neck once again, you couldn’t help yourself but to give him a chaste kiss here and there.

“In front of my coffee.” you paused your movements at the disgusted tone in Tim’s words, effectively getting your other son’s to turn towards you both. You relished in their disgusted disagreeing, carefree laughter escaping you while blocking whatever sound came from the TV. You watched as your boys all left the room one by one to go on with their days, claiming that they can’t stand you two being ‘too in love’ because it was far too disgusting.

A solid minute after the room regained its original silence, save for the soft sounds of the movie still playing, Bruce allowed himself to relax in your arms. He slid down the sofa in a lazy position, keeping you tightly trapped in his embrace as he rested his head above yours. Hands regaining their comforting motions above your back, a rare and cocky smile graced Bruce’s face. Now that the whole mansion knew that you both were up and going, all in your ‘disgusting’ clinginess, he could only guess when the next person who dared to walk upon you both would come and disturb you. 

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Hope my bruce girlies eat this shit up. also this is UNEDITED😔

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Terms and conditions.

Pairing: Fiancé!Bruce Wayne x (female) Reader x Batboys

SUMMARY: Your about to become the ninth member of the Wayne family, but first the boys have some terms and conditions.

TYPE: Fluff/Crack.

WARNINGS: mention of pregnancy.

When Bruce and you announced to the boys that you were engaged, they had some requirements…

“Eh-hem” Damien said as he stood in front of you and Bruce who were sitting on the couch. “First and foremost, congratulations Y/n.” He says to you, then looks at Bruce. “Father, I didn’t know you had it in you.” Next to him, his three older brothers stood.

“What the meaning of all this, Damien?” Bruce asks skeptically.

“Though we, oh-so-love, you and Y/n’s relationship, we have some conditions before you both say ‘I do’ at the alter.” Jason says as he hands you and your fiancé a paper.

“Is this a contract?” You say in disbelief.

“Utterly and completely legal one at that.” Tim confirms.

“How did you even do this? And who gave you permission to get a lawyer and-”

“Father, please. You have an assassin, a vigilante, a superhero and a nerd as sons. We can legalize a contract.” By the way Damien speaks, you know this was his idea.

“Am I the superhero?”

“No, Tim, your the nerd.”

Bruce stands up, “As cute as this is, me and Y/n are grown ups and can decide for ourselves our own boundaries in our marriage.”

Dick push’s Bruce back down to his spot on the couch next to you, “These aren’t boundaries for you two, it boundaries we have for you towards us.”

“Bruce let’s just hear them out, we don’t have to sign them right now or at all,” you wanted to know these boundaries because as the ‘new parent’ you needed to know where you stood with the boys.

“Thank you, Y/n. Finally some sense in this family.” Damien says. “First on the list…. We ask you both be two responsible grown beings when succumbing to your carnal desires and evidentially spending your nights together.”

You choke. “What?”

“Why did you say it in old English?” Jason asks Damien, “he means, please for the small remaining peace of this household, don’t get pregnant.”

Bruce throws the paper and abruptly stands, “OKAY, that’s enough of whatever this was.”

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[slaps roof of ASL] I can put so many different faces on these bad boys.

I fucking love drawing these whores in different situations

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for the man who has everything

Description: Dick doesn't know what to get Bruce for Christmas

Warnings: Allusions to sex

Word Count: 0.6k

Just days before Christmas, Dick Grayson had found a gift for everyone except Bruce Wayne. In all fairness, it's really hard shopping for a billionaire. Either Bruce already had the gift or it was something so minuscule that it didn't matter if Dick had gotten it or not.

"What did y'all get Bruce for Christmas?" Dick asked as he found his siblings wrapping presents in the den. Thomas was drawing his mother and father pictures while the twins simply played with bows in their playpen.

"Condoms," Jason spoke first. His tongue poked out of his pink lips with concentration as he focused on making sure that the edges of the box were wrapped to perfection.

"Listen, I love Thomas, Martha, and Alfred, but he doesn't need any more kids," Jason tried to justify himself as his siblings turned and stared at him.

"So as a Christmas present, you got him condoms," Stephanie reiterated carefully.

"Yep, a whole lifetime supply," Jason said proudly, holding up the now-wrapped box of condoms. Interestingly, enough his siblings agreed that maybe this was a good gift.

"Okay? Next," Dick said, slightly ignoring what Jason said. He didn't want to think about how Jason 'acquired' a lifetime supply of condoms because that doesn't seem possible.

"I finished his paperwork for the next three quarters," Tim slipped a manila folder into a Christmas bag with a bow and smiled. Sometimes Bruce was a little lazy with his paperwork but it's not like the board of directors would notice anyway.

"Sometimes I forget he's a CEO," Stephanie said while scratching her head. Honestly, he just gets referred to as Y/N Wayne's husband. It's totally not like she took his last name or anything. Sometimes he was grateful to not have all of the spotlight on him.

"I painted a portrait of mother and father," Damian adjusted the bow on his gift. He had painted a large oil painting of the two of them. His siblings were a bit surprised at how he had found the time to do this.

"Me and Cass got him an original copy of Zoro's poster," This gift was a bit more sentimental. Coming from Duke and Cass, it was perfect. Knowing Bruce he'd probably hang it in one of his offices. These were all exceptional gifts but Dick didn't have anything yet. The door opened to the den and everyone stopped what they were doing.

"Hey, ma. What did you get Bruce for Christmas?" Jason asked, after exhaling. The room was less tense at the realization that it was just Y/N. She had come to get the twins and check their diapers.

"I can't tell you," She said in a baby voice as she picked up Martha and Alfred from their playpen. The two babies gurgled at the sight of their mother.

"Gross," Tim spoke before realizing that he said it out loud. Dick snorted in response and Y/N jokingly glared at her son.

"Not like that, it's a surprise," She spoke with a baby on either side of her hips.

"Is it another baby? Because if it is Jason's gift is going to be hilarious," Duke asked, putting two and two together. The room tensed once again and everyone panned to Y/N waiting for a response. She felt like they were searing holes into her head.

"No, it's not another baby." Everyone collectively let out a sigh of relief. The thought of Bruce having any more children was a bit daunting. Isn't he old by now anyway?

"You'll find out at dinner tonight. Merry Christmas, kiddos," She said walking out of the den with her babies in tow.

"Merry Christmas, "The kids chorused back to her and Dick still didn't know what to get Bruce for Christmas.

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gay ass reaction

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you insist you can’t squirt. like no ones ever made you do it before so it must be a fact.

then satoru bets u 5 bucks that he can and proceeds to milk your G spot with his cock or fingers till the bed forms puddles n ur brain turns into mush 😔✊🏾

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cw: f! reader, first time squirt, dirty talk, praise, 18+

having your best friend gojo make you squirt for the first time— you keep telling him, you can‘t, not because you don’t want to—

but because no one‘s ever made you actually squirt before.

“i‘m s—serious,” you‘d stammer out— and he‘s just got you laid against his back, he’s got your legs spread open, and he‘s amused, a mere playful grin tugging on his lips as he starts slow— maneuvering soft circles against your silk panties before humming. “satoru, i can‘t squirt, it‘s impossible.”

“. . . silly girl, don‘t say thatttt,” he coos, and his touch was warm, his redolent husky cologne scent filling up your sense the more your back pressed against his clothed chest—

feeling his hardened toned pecs kiss against your skin. “tell you what, princess,”

gojo purrs— each sentence, his words lowered, pitched with such bass it makes you throb ten times more. “hm, i bet five bucks i can make you squirt twice with just my fingers. how‘s that sound, yeah—?”

immediately— you reply with a needy, “fine,” and gojo chuckles at how wanting you were— he was teasing, a big hand of his just inches away from being shoved deep inside you, he makes your legs spread wide— easily sliding the string of your panties aside, giving it a soft smack and you whined in pure pleasure—

so mean, your thighs shook a bit from the impact before feeling gojo shove two thick fingers inside slowly. already, you were covering his lengthy digits with your sweetened slick— filthy, gojo remains quiet while you‘re just whining—

legs dumbly spread open, and he knows exactly how to occupy his fingers inside your cunt— he licks his lips, feeling your head slump back against him.

“pretty pussy ‘s so fuckin’ soaked and neglected, no wonder no one‘s been able to make you squirt, oohhh,” he grunts— and his fingers were just so big, such length it‘s stretching and mending your walls out—

it’s already got your eyes flickering, already stupid from just a bit of stimulation— you found your right leg betraying you— bouncing and bouncing, gojo had the infamous bowling ball grip with both fingers— stuffed deep in your walls, not too fast, but not too slow either— just right, he makes sure your legs stay open for him for easy access—

keeping his eyes towards your pretty thighs, every few seconds he‘d give your folds mean, achy spanks that elicits such whiney incoherent babbles from your mouth, “s—satoru, told you to make me s-squirt, not spank my p—”

“. . . nah babyyy, this is my sloppy pussy now, i don‘t wanna hear it, heheh.”

he‘d reply with quickness, a slight rasp to his tone, it was undoubtedly sexy, annoying— cocky, using his entire wrist to play with you between your legs, he knew exactly what he was doing— the very tips of his fingers were so long—

they reached every corner and crevice of your walls, massaging them— even tickling that sweet pearly nub of yours between your clit to make your mind go blank, a small abrupt gasp leaving your glossy lips.

“good girl, quiet for me— let your filthy pussy do all the talkin—” he mumbles, his voice was smooth, like silk— still two fingers shoved in, before he pulls them out— then in— then out, a constant repetition, he has skill with his fingers, you‘re nothing but silent—

a vocal dumbfounded mess, and that‘s when you moan loudly— feeling yourself get off, you squirt once— and it hasn’t even been long. “damnn. there we go.” he slyly grins, bringing a kiss towards the back of your forehead. “so nasty for me, yeah,” he huffs out, in a breathy murmur—

your eyes were just rolling— his fingers were just so far deep, you were sure the tips of his digits were practically making contact against your g-spot— and he gives you more light spanks every few seconds— your hand trembles, grabbing onto his wrist and gojo chuckles. “clingy are we? awww. i know princess, one more. give it to me.”

“f—fuck,” you whimpered, and a smile goes against his pink lips once he feels your legs shake and jitter— he has to pry them open a bit with his free hand, cockily shaking his head and clicking his tongue— whispering to you, you’re doing so good, being so messy for him— his words go straight towards your cunt, and it‘s not long before you feel yourself reaching such state again. “f—fuckkk satoru—”

“keep those legs open, don‘t be shy now,” he says against your ear, slinging an arm around your waist, his touch was soft and gentle— opposite of his fingers— you’re so dumb— just from two single digits of his, long lengthy digits that reached anywhere and everywhere up your pussy.

you’re a mess— once he makes you squirt again, then comes another time, and another— until you’re just soaked— dumb, just stupefied, a plethora of thoughts race through your mind as your legs were still sprawled open— you’re panting, chasing your own breathing—

and gojo pulls out his fingers, watching your own glistening slick coat his two digits before he smears it against your cunt, letting off a, “shittt, you’re jus’ a messy girl . . huh,” and he chuckles— before giving your pussy one final spank before humming, making you turn towards him. “you owe me five dollars, princess, heheh.”

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me when the READER in the X READER has a name:

like babe the fic ate but i do NOT look like an Aurora🙁

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Footage emerged from Gazan journalist Nooh Al-Shagboni of the heroes of the Civil Defense rescuing a number of children, women, and youth from under the rubble of a home bombed by the IOF in Gaza.

A 37-day-old baby named Salam (peace), born during the first days of the war amidst the bombing, was rescued after a four-hour-long operation, reborn from under the rubble after all thought she had been martyred.

Salam was the firstborn child of her mother and father, who both ascended to martyrdom as a result of the bombing.