#my brain is mush

[hiroyildiz]

Fanfic idea:

When Jason inexplicably gets out of his grave and starts wandering the streets of Gotham it's not Talia who finds him, it's John Constantine.

Jason: *Zombying*

Constantine: Ah! A zombie!

Jason: *Holds his hand*

Constantine: Ah! Attachment!

Tim: What'cha got'cha there mr. Magic User who isn't supposed to be in Gotham?

Constantine: *Holding a dangerous artifact he stole from Tim's house*

Constantine: *Shoves Jason forward* The old Robin.

Tim: Holy overreaction, magic man.

Featuring tired-single-mom-of-two Constantine™, magical side of Jason, Tim's house full of cursed artifacts, League of Assassins in distress and bat-kids making Bruce re-evaluate his life choices by getting involved with sorcery.

[gothghostiie]

5am and I'm thinking about getting finger fucked by price, sweating, drooling and crying in overstimulation, thick fingers curling inside your pussy against that sweet spot over and over again while his other hand is splayed across your abdomen, squeezing the flesh gently while pressing down harshly :(

"just one more, bird" he murmurs, eyes fixated on your pussy, beard already giving the soft skin of your thigh rugburn. youre shaking your head frantically, this is the third 'just one more' he's coaxing out of you. you can't even push him off or close your legs, his bulky frame is between your thighs and your hands are holding the sheets in a death grip to keep at least a little sanity. he smiles when you sob out with another trembling orgasm, his fingers only briefly slowing down before going at it again to get another 'just one more' out of you

[bazpango]

Screencap redraw, NHL style :)

[for-those-who-wait]

Can you draw Hunter and Dadrius 💜💜💜

I've never drawn Darius before but look at this suave man giving positive reinforcement and his son absolutely b e a m i n g at the slightest bit of praise

[rocketbirdie]

i lobve you cloud steifw

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

Too accurate.

[spicykellybear]

Hello! Could I rq serirei kissing while cuddling post sexo

here u go, anon <3

[scarlettriot]

Alright. I simply cannot get the idea of getting hot and heavy in the back of some limo with Ei and a little sprinkle of sneaking around too. I don’t know where this came from or anything so here. I’m leaving it. And that’s all.

It’s sorta smutty so no minors or ageless. They’re aged up, in case that wasn’t self explanatory. Reader gets a little jealous. Other than that it’s basically just fluff with fucking.

I did not proof this what so ever. Sorry. I’m tired. I don’t even have a rough word count for you but it’s pretty short.

The two of you leaving together after some big award show after he finally breaks into the top 10. Only you’re most certainly not the woman his agencies PR team has been setting him up on dates with. The super model who’s been all over him, the face of his active wear line, the woman they want to see him with.

He’s been putting on a good show for them. Even dipped her in front of all the camera the red carpet was lined with and kissed her as a hundred flashes went off.

But, gods, she’s just not you. The cute little waitstaff always serving drinks at these events. The black skirt they make you wear hugs your curves so tightly and he can see every dip of your plush hips and he remembers what it was like the first time he got to feel you.

He was stiff in his perfectly tailored pants before the hors d’oeuvres came around. 

The first chance he got, he’d slipped away. Thankfully, his accomplishments were already recognized. He’d done his part, stood up, waved, went on stage, he didn’t give a damn about anything or anyone else. He just needed to find you again.

“I— oh fuck— I’m gonna have to get back before someone realizes I’m— I’m— right there, right there, yes please—!” It was too hard to think when his fingers were buried deep within your cunt.

He had you propped up on the back of his limo. Making you cum with your skirt all bunched up. “Don’t think you gotta go anywhere yet, pretty,” he chuckles and licks off his fingers.

“I do though, I do,” you tried forming a sentence, “I could get fired,”

He pulled your legs around him and carried you around to the door to slip inside with you. “Told you I’d get you a job at my agency, then you wouldn’t have to worry about this job.”

You sucked on his neck as he undid his belt, “don’t know how your girlfriend would feel about me working with you daily… having this happen far more often?” Because you’re not stupid, you knew if you took him up on that offer you’d be on his dick every chance the two of you had.

“She’s not my girlfriend and you know it.” He made that abundantly clear the first time he made a move on you months ago and you questioned him.

He’d just barely slipped his cock free before you were sinking down on it with a groan that would reply in his head for a lifetime. “I don’t think she knows that.”

He chuckles and it makes you clench around him. “You’re real cute when you’re jealous,” hands grip hard on your hips and he pushes you down as he grits out, “and if she does know it, that’s—not— my— problem—” rocking his hips to watch your eyes roll back.

“You’ve said it yourself though, she’s what your PR team wants. I’m nothing like her.”

He huffed before his arms wound under your legs so he could hold you up and fuck up into you as he damn well pleased. “Also told you that I don’t care what they want. You say the word and it’ll be you on my arm at these events, not her.”

You laughed before he made it into a blissed out moan.

“What? Don’t believe me?”

The windows were fogging up, anyone walking by would damn well know what was happening here. And he didn’t care at all. He’d bullied himself into you over and over again, tearing at your little outfit, unable to help himself.

Of course, you didn’t seem to mind with the way you were babbling now, tits bouncing with your head tossed back, pleasure coursing through you. “What’s the matter, pretty? Can’t do anything more than moan for me now? Should I stop and letcha think?”

His pace slowed and you cried out, “noooo!”

“Then answer me, baby, you believe me, don’t you?” Gods, for a man railing you within an inch of your life, his tone was soft and sickeningly sweet. “Promise if ya let me I’ll do this to you all night long.” Not that these quickies weren’t fun but just once he wants to see you splayed out in his bed. “I’ll make you cum over and over, as much as you want.”

He took your chin and made sure you were looking at him as he added. “I want you. For more than just a fast fuck at a party. Lemme take care of you, in every possibly way there is.”

With his cock filling you up so completely, and his eyes carrying so much hope, how could you ever deny him?

[kingkatsuki]

Men that stroke their cocks to your most innocent selfies.

[hyperfixiation-station]

I swear I'm working on my fics, but I just had an idea while reading this post by @dante-mightdie. Also inspired by @a-b-riddle poly!141.

So like its poly!141 and reader, and the 141 has been ignoring reader and is just not good for them, and so when they go out without you, again, you decide to just...leave.

You live with them, of course, they wouldnt have it any other way, (you weren’t 'safe' alone) so you can't just text them and say the relationships over. There's no where for you to run, no way to hide once you do. So you instead you pack your bags and go, no note.

Now this is the 141, you know them, know how good they are. You know that one of them will check the camera when the motion detector goes off, you know that they'll come rushing hime when they see you leaving. You know that you've got maybe 1 hour from the moment you leave before they start looking for you.

So you pack your bag, leave your electronics at home, and head to the nearest Walmart. There, you cut your hair in the bathroom, change clothes, get a new bag, get glasses, and pull out as much cash as the ATM will allow you. You change your gait, walking with a limp so that they can't identify you that way.

Next you book a hotel with your card, the last purchase you make with it before throwing it away. Hoping to buy yourself more time.

You take your cash to another Walmart, spreadong out amongst Visa gift cards. You purchase a burner phone, call your sister and, one tearful conversation later, get the okay to stay with her, and book a flight to America.

You only breathe when you're part TSA. There's a hole in your heart, the weight of your emotions so heavy you can feel it. You feel guilty for just up and leaving, but by the time you start ahving second thoughts, it's too late to go back. Your plane has already left the ground.

This doesn't makes sense, I'm sorry, but I wanted to get it out XD.

[chaeul]

I'm having big big feelings about the fact that Cir's room in his mom's house was even darker and colder than his condo, but then Phu calls and Cir sits down in the only warm source of lighting from outside, on the bed. The symbolism!!! *balls fists and screams* Phu's literally the light and warmth in his life. Reaching him even here and staying with him (peep the couch being completely in the dark in the beginning but then the sunlight reaches it when Cir sits on it while still talking to Phu) Just- haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Hhhhhh and they did such a good job making him seem so small when he gets back into his room, where his mom wants him to be. That room is huge and everything in it is so oversized that he literally seems so small and lost in it gahhhhhhhh What a tragically beautiful way to show how he feels

[elswif]

WAIT WAIT

Okay okay everyone has seen this picture:

Here, everything else is under the cut to make this a tiny bit shorter:

It's adorable and all how she's in Aiden's hoodie (don't even say we think she is, because my girl doesn't wear smiley faces), and how she's gripping that spider man plushie. Well, you know how my guy Aiden thinks he's spider man?

Let me repeat, he thinks he's SPIDER MAN. AHEM. SPIDER MAN. Well my girl ASHLYN over here is cuddling a SPIDER MAN plushie. Just saying. (sorry my brain is melted after taking care of 2nd graders at camp for 5 days straight)

[bisexual-froggie]

I know I just made a post about Sunday being a little "yandere" but ugh I'm thinking about soft moments with him...

When you're in public, he always has a hand on the small of your back, or you hold on to his arm. He always insists on this so you don't get lost, especially in large crowds.

The cute nicknames you have for each other. His for you being beloved, dearest, and darling. You call him "your angel".

Preening his wings. He's hesitant at first because they are very sensitive. But once he allows it he relaxes into your touch, softly humming. Once you're done, you give him a quick kiss to the top of his head.

Doing your nightly routines together before bed. When there are days either of you are exhausted, the other will help them. There have been several nights where Sunday will help your exhausted body out of your clothes and into comfortable pajamas. As well there have been several nights where you gently wash Sunday's hair and massage his tense muscles in the bath.

Sleepless nights where he reads to you while you lay your head on his chest. Where you talk all night about whatever comes into your minds.

The way he almost always asks for permission before kissing you. And they way that he holds you in his arms like you're the whole world as he does so.

[devilat-thedoor]

thoughts? questions? concerns? anybody?

[nelly289]

I did it I took pictures of myself

wait fuck that's not the only step I would have to post those

:((

[scaredforboomboom]

just absolutely angelic