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littlelovelore · 19 hours
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holy moly that one handed grip
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stealthneko · 8 months
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alyakthedorklord · 9 months
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Batman the Playboy
Justice League, not quite early days but before proper identity reveals, though everyone knows Batman knows theirs, bc he has Opinions™ and Constructive Criticisms™ on their secret-keeping.
The issue is brought up on random occasions. The most notable incident- the Justice League, including Batman, being Drunk for Bonding, and Batman, in a fit of paranoid good intentions because he CARES about these idiots, damnit, why must they be so careless, starts insulting them.
Batman, leaning heavily on the table: “GL, you’re a mess, I don’t even know where to start with you. And Arrow! Your goatee is so distinctive, it’s a wonder no one has called you out on it-“
Green Arrow, also drunk: “Alright, there’s no need to insult my awesome facial hair-”
Batman, in despair: “It’s so ugly.”
Green Arrow: (offended noises)
Green Lantern: “Okay, the only reason you know our secret identities is because you’re a rude nosy bastard who needs to know everything about us like a creepy stalker who needs an ego boost! We’re not stupid, Spooky, we’re just polite. We could figure you out easily if we wanted to. Superman can see right through your mask!”
Usually, Batman would have a good response to that. Something smart and reasonable like “villains won’t care for your privacy, I’m testing you,” or something cutting like “I don’t care enough about you to go digging, I set your secret identity as a training exercise for Robin.”
However, Batman is Drunk, because for some reason imbibing drugs that dampen higher brain function is socially acceptable and often, for some reason, expected, because it’s “team bonding” and “come on just loosen up a bit.” (Also for him, drunk=Brucie)
So what Batman ends up saying is: “I could kiss you full on the lips in my secret identity and you wouldn’t know a thing.”
Superman, plucking the glass from Batman’s hand: “Aaaand that is enough alcohol for you!”
Batman nods. Thank God. He wants to go home and sleep. But first: “Superman, yours is so stupid it’s almost impressive-”
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Of course, Green Lantern has smelled a challenge. And Green Lantern must annoy Batman. It’s his true superpower. So, the next time they meet (sober) he brings up the issue again.
GL: “So about what you said at the party… the part where you could kiss us full on the lips without us knowing. You still confident in that without liquid courage, Spooky? Bet you your real name you can’t do it.”
Batman, regretting the fact that alcohol has ever passed his lips: “I could do it, but I will not.”
Flash, curious: “Why’s that?”
Batman: “Informed Consent. I will not risk making any of you feel violated, or manipulated, for the sake of a stupid bet and my ego.”
GA, still offended by the goatee comment, trying to back Batman into a corner: “So if we give consent, we’re fair game? Try me, Batman. Even you can’t pull this off. Anyone else game?”
Some of the Justice League laughs, raising their hands.
Flash: “Come get me, hot stuff! I’ll call you out!”
Wonder Woman: “It could be amusing.”
Martian Manhunter: “I would be far too difficult a target.”
Green Arrow: “Not just you. C’mon, Spooky, flirting well enough to get a kiss from me? I’m a classy lady.”
Black Canary: “D-class, maybe.”
Superman, wants a kiss in on the fun: 🙋🏻‍♂️
“So that’s it then!” Green Lantern says smugly. “Batman, if you can kiss… how many people raised their hands? Ah yes- HALF THE JUSTICE LEAGUE, without anyone realizing it’s you, then you win.”
Batman scoffs and walks out, leaving the Justice League in stitches at their joke. Because- Batman? Being good enough at flirting to land a kiss on half the league, without it being forced or awkward, without them recognizing his body language, his voice, his build? How ridiculous!
The Batman is Autistic. The Batman does not understand jokes, especially not ones that are half truths. The Batman has consent, and something to prove.
And Bruce Wayne, billionaire, playboy, and sexy DILF, has targets.
(Please tell me how you think he gets each League member.)
Edit: there have been a bunch of awesome additions in the notes! My own take here.
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chubbychiquita · 5 months
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subspaceemo · 1 month
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"bad boy, did I give you permission to play with my toy?" my doms eyes blink open and they catch my hand, pulling it away from my needy cock and pinning it over my head in a swift movement. I blink rapidly, surprised they're awake, that they've caught me jerking off next to them. "I asked you a question," they say dangerously, pinning my other wrist above my head and arching an eyebrow. "n-no." I gasp, rolling my hips, desperate for friction, I was so close to cumming. "are you going to ask?" they smile and track their hand through the hair on my stomach, grazing through my pubes towards my hard cock and dripping cunt. "please can you play with your toy?" I ask breathlessly. "Of course, I can," they tut sliding three fingers into my hole and grinding their palm against my cock, "but you can't," I groan and moan, fuck it feels so good to be full, the friction curling pleasure tight inside me, "thank you thank you thank you," I chant as I get closer with every pump of their fingers. "in fact, to teach you a lesson, for a week you aren't allowed to play with my toy at all, not even if you beg." The meaning doesn't sink in, I pant and whimper, "please can I cum? Please can I cum? Please, please can I cum?" they pull their fingers out and push them deep into my mouth so I taste my desperation, "no, you've been a bad boy and I'm going to teach you to be good again. We'll edge you every day so you remember how lucky you are to ever have my permission." I whine, tears springing to my eyes as I writhe and groan in frustration, "please, I'm sorry, please." They shake their head, "that's not what good boys say, what do good boys say?" I grit my teeth, try to focus on their flinty gaze instead of my throbbing, pulsing cock, "thank you." it's going to be a long week.
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rhodophoria · 2 months
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LET'S BEGIN... 🦌📻
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yotume · 5 months
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yesloulou · 1 month
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Drive to Survive Season 6, Episode 9
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munivrse · 6 months
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Takeout (on me)
tall sexy dancer gf! bada lee
cw: pussy whipped bada lee taking you in several different positions. cannot get enough of the noises you make and how good she makes you feel. good god.
a/n: i am so sorry for the filth that follows. free claim for a place in heaven!
your back arched as bada's hands ran down your sides, stopping to squeeze at your waist.
"please bada."
both her hands continue their journey down your body, spreading your legs to make room for her. she stands above you at the edge of the bed, hands massaging at your thighs, just shy of where you really want them.
"you look so pretty like this baby."
she wraps your legs around her waist and leans down to you, one hand by your head, the other rubbing up and down your thigh. she presses her lips against yours. it starts out so sweet. her lips ghosting against yours, kissing you and pulling back when you move in for more. but something switches in her when you moan into her mouth. the hand on your thigh moves up to squeeze your waist, the hand by your head grasps your hair and pulls. she bites your bottom lip, waiting for you to open your mouth. she licks her tongue against yours, groaning as she grinds against you.
"so fucking good for me." bada presses kisses in between each word. her brows furrow as she grinds harder against you, deepening the kiss by gripping your hair. you gasp, hands grabbing onto her shoulders,
"feels so good baby." your hips grind up into hers.
bada stops kissing you in favor of watching you move. you're so fucking hot. she loves the way your eyes flutter each time you meet her in the middle. your nails feel so good through the fabric of her flannel. she wants to take more from you. make you moan louder.
"fuck. fuck baby, stop." she draws out, hand letting go of your hair. she sits back up, taking a look at how flustered you looked. she's sure she looked nearly the same,
"tell me what you want, baby." bada's free hand, that was previously gripping your hair, dances down your stomach and cups your cunt. she lets you grind against her hand for a bit, enjoying the small gasps you were letting out.
"c'mon baby. tell bada what you need."
you open your eyes and bada's are peering down at you. the breath leaves your lungs as her fingers dance around your clit.
"want you to fill me up- please."
bada's eyes close. she needed to make you feel good. needed to see you fall apart against her.
"so polite," she bends down to leave a short kiss on your lips, "whatever you want, angel."
bada grabs her strap and watches as your eyes sparkle. she chuckles a bit. she's made a habit of wearing a harness underneath her pants as you've just been so needy lately. your hands reach out to help her, but she swats at you. she makes you watch as she puts it on. your head spins as you take in her appearance. she's got a loose flannel on, grey cargos unzipped just enough to account for the cock strapped to her, and a messy bun to complete her look. her bangs are starting to stick to her forehead and she's nearly panting.
she makes her way between your legs.
bada leans down and kisses you again. its so much sloppier this time. teeth and tongues clashing and when bada comes up for air, theres a line of spit between the two of you,
"open your mouth."
you comply, mouth opening almost immediately at the command. bada sticks her thumb inside and you instinctively close your mouth around it. bada kisses her way down your neck. she stops just above your collarbones and mouths over the area. she feels you take a deep breath as she sucks a mark into you. she bites at the skin first, makes her mark, and then tongues around the area, pulling away to lightly blow cool air. she loves to watch the goosebumps on your skin.
once she's done enough damage to your neck, she switches her attention to your chest. she takes a nipple into her mouth and groans. she fucking loved your tits. she pulls away with a pop,
"so good for me hmm?" she smirks against your skin when you whine against her thumb. she removes her digit from your mouth.
"'m good for you- your good girl- fuck." you moan out as she grinds her strap against your core. you try and pull her closer and she pulls away from you,
"say please." she teases, one hand takes the silicone cock and fucks just the head of it into your pussy. your back arches,
"please. please fuck me."
bada grins again, wordlessly sliding into you in one swift thrust. she revels in your gasp. she pulls almost all of the way out and grinds back into you. her hips are like water as the fluidly go back and forth. her hips stutter when she hears a particularly loud moan, making sure to grind up into that spot.
she wraps a hand around your neck and lightly squeezes, "you like it baby? you like when i take you like this?"
you respond by pulling her back down to your lips, she meets you in a messy liplock.
"deeper- please baby go deeper." you whine, hands grabbing at bada's back. she pulls out until only the head of her strap was left and pushes back into you. you inch up the bed at how hard she was fucking you. her hand comes to cradle the top of your head, making sure you never hit the headboard.
"what happened to my sweet y/n? huh?" she pulls out and slams back into you, "when you could barely ask me to kiss you, now you're begging for me to go harder, deeper." her eyes bore into yours, "you're just a needy little thing, arent you? "
your eyes water. she was fucking you too good. one hand cradled your head and the other was grasping onto the sheets to steady herself. you could feel her in your stomach and it made you lightheaded. fuzzy. you wanted her to crawl into your skin and stay there.
she taps your cheek, bringing you back to reality, "am i fucking you too good baby? mmh? or does my pretty girl need more?"
you whimper, murmering out a quiet "please" and bada takes this as an enthusiastic yes.
she leans back, the hand covering your head smoothes down your stomach and she leans back onto her feet, one hand going behind her for support. she fucks up into you, and in this position, she hits your g spot perfectly with each thrust. you also get a view of your girlfriend getting lost in your sounds. she's got one hand pressing on your lower stomach, her hips roll into yours. her bun coming nearly undone, stray hairs falling into her face. and- oh- she just put her shirt in her fucking mouth. her brows are furrowed, forehead creasing at how much she's focused on making you feel good.
your body lights up, eyes rolling to the back of your head. your hands grip the sheets behind you and bada's groaning out with each thrust as if she's fucking her own cock into you. she thinks she could cum like this. fucking into you, watching and hearing you getting mindfucked into oblivion. she fucks you like she wants you to only know her and the way she languidly rolls her hips into your own.
you were so upset earlier about how she acted in front of her class today. she put on a show for them, showed them something only you were supposed to witness; to feel.
what she doesn't tell you is that she imagined you under her the entire time.
so now she's imitating exactly what she was doing to that floor, this time, with a partner.
she knows you're about to cum when your eyes become hazy and unfocused. she cant help but be selfish in the moment. she wants to feel you cum. she wants to be the one making you feel this good. she wants to feel you clench around her, grip at her hair, shove her closer to your aching cunt. so she does what any sane person does and pulls out.
you don't even have the time to process being empty, bada yanks you by your legs to the edge of the bed and gets on her knees.
"wanted to feel you cum," she grabs the back of your thighs so that your knees are against your chest, a certain anklet dangling dangerously by her ears. she spits on your pussy and dives right in. she licks a stripe up between your lips, a stuttered moan leaving her mouth. she presses soft kisses to your sensitive clit, one hand coming down to rub at your opening.
your knees knock together, trapping bada in between your thighs,
she flicks her eyes up, "spread your legs."
you relax them a bit.
"gonna make you cum in my mouth. wanna feel you."
she inserts two fingers into you, scissoring you open. you're so wet that she can hear squelching sounds as she pushes them in, pulls them out.
she wraps her mouth around your clit and sucks. that does it for you. your back arches and the only thing keeping bada's head getting squished between your legs is her arm holding your knees to your chest. a hand flies to her head, grasping her hair. your toes curl and you feel your stomach coil up in expectation. bada's fingers fuck you through it. her mouth not leaving where you've needed it most.
bada's eyes roll to the back of her head. she could barely fucking breathe and if she were to go out, theres no better place than between your legs.
as you come down from your high, you had to physically push bada from your weeping cunt. when she lets up, her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are glazed over. she crawls on top of you and forces your mouth open by pushing on your jaw. she spits in your mouth and leans down to swap your own wetness between each other.
you both pant as bada releases you, smoothing your hair down and chuckling,
"you still wanna switch places with the floor?"
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onebug · 1 year
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omg i'm so sorry ah man gotta pick all these up now yikes
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shnoiz · 1 year
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gael-garcia · 2 months
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(2003) Gael García Bernal for Another Man magazine, shot by Juergen Teller
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chlorenw · 6 months
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Be careful not to get caught by
aaawawaawawa himhim design by @particle-e !
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lousysharkbutt · 6 months
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Transcript:
Your devotion is evident, sinner, but it is imperfect.
You are doubtful. That is why... It's inevitable that you would falter.
And God gave me the duty to catch your fall.
Sinner, let my light cleanse you.
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lousolversons · 10 days
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Hiroyuki Sanada as Lord Yoshii Toranaga in Shōgun (2024)
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