#mentions of kissing

[hansoeii]

1941

[nyerusnova]

yeah... things are pretty yikes right now in the current batfam storyline,

but at least Tim is rocking those thigh-high boots and I just wanted to appreciate that for a sec

[larkoneironaut]

Sometimes Magister Dorian Pavus also needs a break from his duties, during which he thinks about those who mean the most to him

[spacebubblehomebase]

📻🍎 I know Alastor's Shadow conveys his true feelings at times, but what if his random background music does too? XD Meanwhile, Luci's just there to give our deer friend a little smooch! 🥰💕✨️

Also I am proud to announce that I'm officially on break from school. Which means it's back to your regularly not scheduled programming of #HHStargazersAU content from me! Please look forward to it! Because I'm just as excited to share my Chaggie & Radioapple story to you all once again! =D -Bubbly💙

[thefrsers]

I'm not going anywhere.

[hinamie]

so just know, I'm healing / even though it don't feel like it

insp

[bazberkker]

This is what each “Makes History” or “First-ever” article feels like

[tsukk1]

[senfrogs band au] the sillies in merch ft. two pretty bestfriends ✌🏽⭐️

[tsukiyo-7]

I go off like a gun,

Like a loaded weapon,

Bang, bang, bang,

Grip me in your hands...

So here we go again,

It echoes in my head,

Bang, bang, bang,

Grip me in your hands...

So I can feel you here with me...

Soaked in sin,

Baptized by your kiss and now I'm born again.

[killakalx]

17+ content, ageless blogs dni

male manipulator 🤩, dumbification, brief choking, poorly proofread, author’s note at the end :)

fratboy!dick grayson, a man of many… talents. one of which, turning off that pretty head of yours. “you need a break,” he argues with a sly hand in your knee. “a detox, or a detour- whatever you wanna call it.” the charm is almost painful, yet it still scares you that this is what your girlfriends fall for; the guy that’s just looking out for you, regardless of how whorish he gets at those frat parties.

“I don’t need you to tell me that, grayson.” your hand swats and easily dismisses him, spiky because you’d rather die under your stress than succumb to the disease that is dick grayson. you’re absolutely positive you can see through the lousy attempts of looking at you as if he actually cares. he’s just another fratrat trying to get his dick wet, and your pride won’t allow it.

fratboy!dick grayson, who makes you lose your resolve with just a few favors and treats. interacting with every post, listening intently so he can get those notes you missed from tuesday, speaking in like a proper man whenever you pass by, all so he can fuck you like he’s doing you a favor.

fratboy!dick grayson goes so far he spoils you, pays for the more expensive take-out and pays for your nails every now and then, lets you catch rides so often that a few of his brothers call you his passenger princess- fucking hell, your pride’s out of the question at this point. at first, you decline and decline and decline, but in your slumps, you have to convince yourself it’s playing smart to pretend you’ve fallen victim.

fratboy!dick grayson, who’d catch you on a particularly rough spot in the semester. you’re stressed, snippy, and every type of frustrated, making his goal seem closer by the day. just a couple of well thought words and good points of how hard you work for yourself to sweet talk you into a hook up, and you hate yourself because it was fucking worth it. that mother fucker made you forget about all the assignments, the studying, the upcoming finales, everything except him and his cock twisting up your insides.

“you need this, don’t you?” he’d encourage out of an attempt to keep you from backing out, watching the way your eyes roll just from his hand down your panties. gentle circles around your clit make you gasp just before he delves deeper and he huffs, almost in disbelief at how wet you are. “you’re too pretty to be stressing as much as you do,” he’d mutter against warm skin, open mouthed kisses in place of hickeys he can’t litter across your collarbone until he’s got you too sex dazed to stop him from doing so.

fratboy!dick grayson, who still spoils you, spending generous time groping through your bra before sliding it off when you unclasp the back. knuckles deep inside of you and sucking at your tits as he massages the other, guiding your body closer to his while he murmurs through pleased hums at your sudden eagerness. because he’s doing this for you, remember? your pleasure is his, and he proves it by kissing between your tits and down your tummy until he reaches that sweet cunt he’d been so patient- no, so good to you for.

fratboy!dick grayson who guides your hands to a mess of black hair as he indulges himself, thumb replaced with his lips and tongue to slick up the bundle of nerves and sucking to elicit a startled moan. still deep inside of you, his fingers gain a certain intensity that has you bucking into his face and tugging on his hair until a little moan slips out against your heat.

“right there, yeah?” he checks in after a weak cry of his name falls from your lips, and he’s pleased to have finally abandoned the formality of grayson for the sliver of intimacy he gets from your breathy moans of oh my god- dick— so similar to the moans he’s drawn out of much easier women, but yours feels like a well earned award. “so fuckin’ wet already,” dick groans as he spreads you open, pussy lips already tainted with his saliva and he blows on your clit, just to make you flinch.

fratboy!dick grayson, who makes you cum on his fingers and tongue twice in quick succession before slipping them into his mouth, putting on a little show so you can really see the way his tongue worked those two blissful moments out of you. he gives a low suggestion that you should hav a taste, though the idea’s forgotten when the tip of his cock slots between your thighs.

“such a good girl, huh?” he taunts rather than praises, fucking you deep into the mattress with a firm but gentle hand around your neck to test the waters. your hand clings to his wrist as you whine, unintentionally communicating your need for a harder grip that he’s more than happy to apply. “smart girl just needed that pretty little head turned off for a bit- that’s all, isn’t it?” your legs tremble when you weakly nod, whining and babbling about how good he’s been to you.

“I know, baby,” he assures you when you cry for him again, lowering his head into the crook of your neck. “talk to me- what’s that empty head thinkin’ about now, huh?” dick asks, but coherent words have been lost between pathetic whimpers and loud keens as he sucks at your neck. if you were any ounce of sane right now, he’d have a black eye, but he’s doing you so much more than a favor. it’d be terribly rude to repay him in such a way.

fratboy!dick grayson’s had you cum on his cock at least once before he’s twisting body body around, seemingly forgetting to pull out as he lays you on your tummy and slinks your ass up into his pelvis. dick lingers at the sight- pretty arched back and two supple mounds of your flesh as your drool soils his pillows. by now, you’re so out of it that you feel he’s lingered a bit too long; instinctively, you sway and roll your hips back into him for stimulation. a long whistle follows a guttural groan before his hands fuck you back against his cock, rocking your ass up and down with lewd plaps of wet skin against his.

“feels good, dick-“ you slur into pillows like a used up slut, “‘s so good, fuckin’ me so deep- thank you, thank fuck…” sparkly nails—the same ones he’d bought you—claw at sheets as you go on, biting into your arm a little when he gets rougher.

“cum for me one more time, pretty thing,” he urges, ego dwelling from the pathetic and dumb babbling he’s fucked out of you. pulling your hair to force your arch impossibly deeper, he puts in more work for the last few thrusts, moaning with you as you clamp around his cock and scream into the sheets. “goddamn- can’t even hear me, can you?” distantly, you put together that he’s laughing at you as he fucks you through arguably the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, and your cries become silent from euphoria.

fratboy!dick grayson, who sprays his cum all over your ass with a long curse, cock resting between your asscheeks with a few lazy thrusts as white dribbles from tip and leaks to the dip in your back.

fratboy!dick grayson, who leaves you hanging on to your consciousness by a thread as he flips you back over, holding your jaw and squishing your rosy cheeks for that humiliatingly cute and fucked out face he’s plastered onto you. “you still with me, right?” he grins at the weak whines you manage, “or did I fuck your brains out already?”

fratboy!dick grayson, who sneaks his phone out for a quick flick, taking after his best friend just to keep himself a souvenir in case you decide he’ll never get this lucky again. ❧

a/n ;; first off, thank you for reading, i hope it’s up to parr. second off, thank you SO much for 1k hello,?:!,!? that is a crazy ass number compared to my last blog. you all are so engaging and i appreciate all the love so much, so I thought i’d write something that’s a bit new (and longer lmao) but still very much in my realm of writing. fratboy!dick grayson lingers in the back of my mind 24/7, yall dont understand. i’m ranting but anyway, thank you again <333333

[hiems-incaelo]

people saying that they enjoyed Nimona until the kissing scene, that it "made it gay" and that it "pushed the agenda" as if the movie wasn't queer from the START.

five minutes in, ambrosius told ballister he loved him. an hour in, he said it again! nearly every interaction they had was so blatantly romantic, I truly don't understand the people who think that the final kissing scene "made it canon", because to me, it was obvious in their very first scene.

ballister saying that nimona is his friend, and ambrosius responding "aren't I more than that?" ballister insisting throughout the movie that ambrosius will listen to him and be on his side, saying "you shouldn't NEED proof, you know i'm not a murderer." not to mention the fact that it's been canon since the comic came out.

I can't take anyone who says that final scene "made it gay" serious, because they obviously didn't watch the rest of the movie. and I find that quite sad, because they're missing out on a fantastic storyline.

[miss-conner3]

Context: As Ando begins to think about the repercussions of accepting a follower's request, the lamb prepares to receive his first client… hoping that his announcement has gone unnoticed.

“Kissing Booth of the Cult of the Two Sheep” Located in a common tent and managed by the lamb and his older brother, it offers kisses, hugs, and hand-holding. All for the modest price of 5,000 gold coins. Any species is welcome. But it is warned not to exceed the limits already mentioned unless one of the two sheep agrees.

Reblog and participate in this curious booth.

Don't miss it 6(Ou<)9

Edited: Finally Closed <(ouo)/

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your OCs like this

[steveharrirngton]

i know i know but look how ethereal he is

[akelafang]

Arthur and Merlin yelling at each other just off the training field. Lancelot: What's going on? Gwaine: Mum and Dad are fighting again. Lancelot: Who's winning? Gwaine: Who do you think? Lancelot: My money's on Merlin Leon: Back to training you two Gwaine: Oh come on Leon! Don't tell me you're not the least bit curious?! Leon: Whatever disagreements that arise between our king and his consort are none of our business. Gwaine: *pouting* You're no fun. Leon: Besides, everyone knows mu- I mean Merlin always wins

[redysetdare]

I think queer stories would be better if people stopped assuming that queer representation hinges on if two characters are romantically involved at all. Like the moment you accept characters as being queer without needing romance to prove said queerness then i think we'd find ourselves with a lot more unique, nuanced, and interesting queer stories. but by limiting queerness to only romance you are stifling queer stories.