Tiger Fact: Tigers love to swim and play in the water, similar to Guinea Pigs!
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He outstretches a long yawn, one that echoes throughout his home as he leaves the bedroom, looking a little tired, but feeling completely invigorated. He didn't know how long exactly he slept for, but it was definitely worth it, as he felt more rested than usual.
[{ 🦋 }] - "Maaaaan what a good sleep! I slept like the dead!." Rubbing his grey eyes, he takes his phone off the charger, unlocking it, his eyes widen a bit as he looks at the date on his phone:
Thursday January 18th 2024
It takes him a few minutes, but after he finally processes what exactly happened, it's not hard to tell what exactly had happened, and he couldn't even believe it, but after restarting his phone, he found that it indeed was the correct date. Putting the phone on his computer desk, he scratches the back of his head.
[{ 🦋 }] - "Wait! No way! Did I seriously sleep all the way past new year? Just how tired was I?" Confusion sets in, but it doesn't last very long, as it soon turns into a smile.
[{ 🦋 }} - "Phew, boy am I glad I booked the first three weeks of January off. Best sleep ever! Buuut I should probably make a post on twitter, before I become the next death hoax."
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love the idea of the Batfamily getting stopped and searched in the family car on the way back to the Manor and everyone’s tense expecting Jason to be the one packing like twelve guns but it’s Alfred? Alfred is absolutely unbelievably strapped up to high heaven? And he somehow manages to talk to the cops out of arresting him or even giving him a ticket?
Bruce is just standing on the side of the road pinching the bridge of his nose. Jason is grinning so widely his face is about to rip. Alfred’s guns are all sitting on the hood of the car and there’s at least three there that Bruce remembers taking away and destroying. Dick is taking pictures on his phone to send to Barbara and trying not to laugh. Tim has Kon on speaker narrating it…
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suguru’s so pretty like this, always orderly hair in his face and messy as his face crumbles in absolute pleasure; with the soft skin of his thighs covered in dark hickeys, legs spread while you take him deeper into your throat. whenever you’re between his knees, he always loses his composure and becomes deliciously vulnerable. you know what you’re doing to him, of course, and you don’t stop even after he cums down your throat.
no, you keep deepthroating him, shoving his cock down as far as possible, and sometimes suguru even shakes his head, letting out a soft plea.
“baby, it’s too much, i can’t cum again..”
suguru thinks you’ll listen, not keep trying to milk everything out of him. so, his lip can only tremble as he looks down at you with panic in his teary eyes; but he can’t close his legs, or find it in himself to push you away.
“i-it hurts, i can’t—”
but he weakly fights against the pain and pleasure before it all overwhelms him and he’s spilling down your throat again. it’s so much that he twists a hand through his soft tresses, tugging hard in hopes of grounding himself.
this always happens, whenever you suck his cock. you’re never able to stop, and despite what he says, he doesn’t want you to.
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tfw you’re now the ceaseless watcher, trapped and confined
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