#someone pls do this to me

[ddyswhore]

me and a friend decided to explore an abandoned place so we tried to ge in through a hole in the wall but when I went first and tried to squeeze myself through, I got stuck in the wall by my hips. I told my friend to push my ass so I could get through, and at first, he was pushing me, but then I felt him slapping and squeezing my asscheeks. "What are you doing? Stop it!" I exclaimed shocked, but he just laughed and put my skirt up and pulled my panties down. "Stop pretending, whore. I know you want this, just look how wet you are" I denied his claims, of course I don't want this! But when his fingers touched my folds I could hear how slippery his fingers bacame and when he grazed my clit I couldn't stop the moan escaping me. He laughed again and slided his finger in my pussy, fingering me slowly at first but then thrusting violently after adding more fingers. His thumb was massaging my clit and I felt my impending orgasm coming while I moaned and gasped. I didn't want to cum like this but I couldn't help but liking his touches. My legs were trembling and cried his name when my orgasm washed over me and it never felt so good before. Drunken from my climax, I didn't hear my friend taking off his belt and pants. "W-what are you do-" I asked breathless when I felt something at my entrance though before I could finish my question he pushed his cock into my pussy with a groan. He pumped into me with such a force that I couldn't speak anymore, just moans and whimpers escaped. I felt my second orgasm coming and tried to squeeze him out but he only groaned at how tight my pussy became. His thrust became erratic and seconds later I felt his warm load coating my pussy, making me cum and milking his cock even more. He pulled out when we heard some voices came closer, and I told him to quickly get me out, I was too embarrassed to be seen by strangers like this, not knowing they were his friends. He chuckled. "You think this is over, whore? It's their turn now." I begged them to stop, but my body couldn't be more happy when his friends thrusted their loads into me

[creepiebeebie]

i need to see pedro pascal reading thirst tweets

[sensitivegoblin]

Ohh those gifs you reblogged when you said that you want your tough guy act taken out like that

I imagine that with that bondage setup, the act would start to crumble even before any touching. "I haven't even tickled you and you're not looking as tough like a few minutes ago. Are you still feeling tough?"

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[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[sapsolace]

obsessed w these boneheads as of late :]

[stellarspecter]

Jon Matteson and Joey Richter in Nerdy Prudes Must Die (2023) / The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals (2018)

[oldmanffucker]

[lulqefik6s]

4 5 1 7 8 9 2 6 3 0

[its-kinda-snowy]

Guys help my doctor is serving fatal cunt what should I do?

[hyakunana]

I hate the sewers . jpg

[wasabi-gumdrop]

oh

i am. unwell.

[evilkaeya]

skk au where they actually develop telepathy but it happens after Dazai leaves and during the four years they don't see each other. Chuuya is washing dishes one night and Dazai's voice pops up in his head. "I wonder what the slug is doing right now? Judging by the time maybe he's washing dishes." Chuuya goes still, mouth hung open and goes "yeah I am mackerel." He hears a "what the fuck" ten seconds later.

[helpimstuckposting]

If Stranger Things happened in modern times I feel like Eddie, Steve, and Robin would never stop making “assigned FBI agent” jokes, like “I bet my FBI agent is howling at my search history rn” or “I never leave the house even my assigned FBI agent is getting worried” etc and everyone would obviously assume they’re joking but they are not. They’re not joking.

[verawhisk]

mommy astarion inspired by the cute awesome @fire-shadow-dragon-god :’)

[flayyr]

mmm divorcespark. i post whatever the fuck i want

[napping-sapphic]

Sometimes i wish flirting was as easy as taking a girls face in my hands and telling her i have time for her, that i’ve got time for all her hopes and worries and rants and goals and wants and needs