#just !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[nika-andersson]

[cartoondrawer]

CHARACTER CHARTS BUT WILD KRATT VILLAINS?!!

[grackleshells]

In the midst of all this amazing and highly anticipated Agatha hype; I feel it’s important to acknowledge another marvel character who also possessed intense homoerotic tension with her rival and neighbor,,, the og girl kisser herself,,, Dottie Underwood 💄

[pervydollfemme]

cockwarming...💞

sitting under his desk while he's working, a pile of comfy pillows & blankets underneath me and my mouth full of his cock. being used like his pretty doll, nothing but an idle toy; my hair up in a ponytail so he can grab it whenever he wants, moving me up and down on his cock, trying not to get distracted by the sound of me gagging around it. pressing and rubbing my thighs together needily, so turned on just by the feeling of him filling me up - resting my cheek against his thigh and looking up at him with teary eyes, a silent plea to let me touch myself. breathing a sigh of relief through my nose (my mouth obviously preoccupied by other things) when he nods down at me, immediately moving to play with my throbbing clit. bucking against my own hand and crying out loudly around his cock, the room filling with the sounds of my wet pussy and my choking as he pushes me down harder, so turned on by my noises that he can't help it. being pulled into his lap when he can tell i'm getting close, bouncing against his cock - still soaked with my spit - until i cum.

cuddling and watching tv together on the sofa; a blanket draped over us, our legs tangled together, his arms around my waist and my hands resting over them. a very cute & domestic scene...aside from my pussy spread open around his cock. his hips rocking slowly, gently pumping in and out of my soaked cunt, reaching down to rub idly at my clit. barely holding myself together while he fucks me softly, strings me out and uses me up. whining and begging the whole time, only for him to say something like "quiet, princess. you're missing everything." cumming so hard when i finally do, screaming and sobbing, eyes rolling back in my head.

so tired after a night of sex - an intense scene, maybe - that we end up falling asleep together with his cock still buried in me to the hilt. waking up every few hours to clench around him, sighing contently at the feeling of being filled up, of his arms wrapped around me. sore but fully satiated the next morning; especially when he wakes up and works me through another orgasm, fucking me slowly and rubbing my clit in gentle circles, making me cum so hard all i can do is repeat daddy and his name.

save me, cockwarming. save me. cockwarming, save me 🥹

[elodiewinchester]

Why mom why

[louisisalarrie]

thinking about which one of harry’s 37 two month relationships he so desperately wanted to cover ‘still the one’ for 😍

[weirdcat1213]

it bothers me that idk why. Why purify everything. Why do all of that. At first I thought the queen Mayne went over her head but I'm not even sure about that. I don't even want to justify the last hours of my week I just want to know why.

[haveihitanerve]

Headcanon that Bruce’s kids have all pulled the ‘you're not my father card’ at some point or the other and by the time steph rolled around he didn't even take it seriously

Of course, the first time dick said it, bruce cried himself to sleep. But by the eighteenth time, he was numb to it. “Dickie just eat your peas.” 

The first time jason did it Bruce pulled him aside and said “i know Im not, but that doesn't mean i don't care for you jason.” by the twenty fifth time he just held up the adoption papers

The first time Tim said it Bruce laughed. “Tim, you literally forced me to adopt you. Yes I am your father.” Tim didn't bother to say it from then on, maybe muttering ‘you're not my dad!’ under his breath at the computer, just for bruce to whisper ominously ‘yes i am.’ 

When Steph said it, full of anger and hate and sadness and fear, bruce just followed her and said “you're right. Im not your father. And i will never be your father. But, if you'll let me, id like to be better.” After that any time steph said ‘ur not my father’ bruce would just respond with ‘never will be’

Cass said “your are my father” and left no room for argument

Babs said “ur not my dad or my father or even close to being any of it, but you are my mom.” bruce just had to accept that

When damian said it bruce just stood there for a solid fifteen minutes rebooting. Dick and jason fell out of their chairs laughing. 

Duke specifically went “ur my dad! My dad! Boogie woogie woogie!’ and bruce was just like ‘bet aight.”

[loveindefinitely]

task force 141 with a controversially young civilian girlfriend.

-> mentions of large age-gaps, referenced sexual content, alcohol use. afab!fem!reader. minor dubcon (everyone's drunk.)

thinking that you're studying in uni. working on the side to try and afford rent and, if you're lucky, some noodles every other night. you don't really get seen compared to your friends, who go out clubbing and spend their spare time on dating apps.

one time, your friend drags you to a bar. not usually your scene, considering its clientele is more for tradies, and military-type men. not like the stuck-up blue collar boys at your uni.

cue you getting drunk off your ass, barely even standing, when you bump into one johhny mactavish.

he holds your elbows, your chest crashing into his. gentle with it, too -- kind and sweet and grounding.

"y'alright, lass?" he asks, a small smirk on his face, eyes darting across your frame greedily. he, in all fairness, looks nearly as drunk as you. he stumbles a little with your weight.

you giggle, tilting your head to look at him. say something stupid like, "you don't look like a student."

his brows raise, his dimples deepen. "aye, very smart, hen."

you preen with the compliment, a cheesy grin stuck to your face. you make no move to stand up and leave. you think your friend just left with a guy anyways.

johnny moves you, muscled arm around your waist as he takes you to a booth.

three other men sit in it, only one looking somewhere in a ten-year age bracket to you. they're all impossibly large, filling out the space with ease. your stomach swoops, but you easily blame the alcohol.

manoeuvring you so you sit in his lap, johnny's hand is a comforting weight on your waist. he huffs a laugh.

"didn't realise we were goin' for jailbait, soap," the youngest one chimes, dark features shining in the pub's dim light. his eyes trail your frame silkily.

you can't stop the roll of your eyes -- your inhibitions have made you senseless. "'m not, 'm completely," you drag out the syllables, "legal."

a hand on your thigh makes you jolt, and when you look over, a blonde man with a black medical mask raises an unimpressed brow. "got a problem, kid?"

you shoot him a weak glare. "not a kid. weirdo."

the arm around your waist tightens, as does the weirdo's hand encompassing your thigh.

"not scared of anythin', are you darl'?" the final man in the booth asks, hands folded together where they rest at the table. he looks at least double your age, and that simple fact along with his drawling words has your core tightening.

"what's there to be scared of?" you ask, stupidly. your head tilts to the side, unknowingly moving to rest on johnny's shoulder. he doesn't comment.

"miss bein' young and drunk," gaz sighs, hand softly gripping the gin sat on the table in front of him.

"you look young," your brows furrow, not understanding. how old could he really be, to act so nostalgic of your current predicament? "how old are you guys?"

it's an embarrassing question -- makes you feel like a child all over again. but your interest is quickly peaking, and your need for answers overpowers your need for decorum.

johnny's the one to answer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers.

"gaz, the pretty one over there, he's twenty-eight," he murmurs, heat stirring low in your gut as you nod mindlessly, meeting gaz's eyes.

johnny stokes his thumb over the skin of your hip, and you curl into him further -- stranger be damned.

"i'm thirty," he hums, and god, he sounds so fucking sensual you're about to melt into his arms. if you aren't already.

"the guy in the mask?" said man's hand tightens impossibly against your skin, fingers just shy of grazing your aching pussy, "he's thirty-seven. got a lot of experience, aye?"

you shudder.

"what about you?" you end up voicing, shyly meeting the last man's gaze. he takes a slow sip of his whiskey.

he leans back into the cushion, eyeing you carefully.

"forty-three."

your thighs squeeze together, and fuck, if that's not a turn-on. no matter how unsafe you should feel, surrounded by four military-grade, older men, it only manages to have you wet beyond belief.

all you can manage is one question.

"take me home?"

[frownyalfred]

thinking about how the Batkids must be SO tired of the Batman hero worship from the other Titans, JL members, sidekicks, etc. there's people literally falling over themselves to meet Batman in a Watchtower hallway, meanwhile they actually know Bruce, and Bruce just made them memorize backup codes to all of their major security systems in the Cave for three hours because Hal Jordan made an offhanded hacking joke at their League meeting earlier that day.

[hilsonamore]

this photo lives rent-free in my head

[regonold]

I kinda want danny who's been adopted by the wanyes to be schmoozing it up at a gala (because listen nothing is funnier than the image of Gotham elites being like oh whats this one's gimmick cus all the other's have something only for danny to just be a dude) only for like the giw to raid the place to get danny ( cus he's a ghost? Cus he's a Fenton? Who knows)

Only for danny to pick up a bottle chug it smash it and vault out a window shouting you'll never catch me alive

Now this increases his reputation with most Gothamites and rouges and absolutely worries the fuck out of the batfam why is the government chasing you danny and hiw are you so good at running

[bluebeesknees]

04:59

[oobbbear]

Best dynamic

[b0tster]

i fucking hate this country

[notdysfunk]