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hoodie-buck · 14 days

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he’s a 10 but… pt. 7 | pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | pt.5 | pt.6

tagging squad below, just lmk if you wanna be added or removed <3

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#buddie #buddie edit #eddie diaz #evan 'buck' buckley #chimney han #hen wilson #maddie buckley #ravi panikkar #911 abc #he’s a 10 but #kel(s) edits #if i didn’t tag you it’s bc you changed your username #and i couldn’t find you #sorry!!

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dxckgrxsonx · 2 years

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thinking about verbally teasing Dick as much as he does to you.

Maybe while he is fucking you from behind you are whimpering and grabbing the sheets so he goes "You are such a baby, I'm going to stop because you can take it" thinking you are going to whine and fuck yourself on his cock when he stops, instead you look over your shoulder and go "When did you start?". my boy would sNAP.

anyways I love you writing

Pairing - Dick Grayson X (F) Reader Words - 1.4k Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Swearing - Degradation- Rough Sex - Choking - Multiple Orgasms - Hair Pulling - Begging - Mean!Dick - No plot, just porn. Notes - wHO gave you the right to say this to me?? How dare you put this image in my godawful brain. You’re so right, he would absolutely snap and make you regret saying it 😵‍💫 I’m about to explode hHhhh.

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You think you’re going to tear a hole through the bedsheets. Fingers white-knuckled around the fabric and aching. There’s something keening and desperate swirling through your veins–something hot and alive under your skin. All the muscles along your back are tight and flexing as you struggle to form a coherent thought. You think you’re going to snap in half.

The only words echoing around in your skull are, Dick, Dick, Dick.

It’s almost criminal how he manages to switch your head off, turn it to the soft static of a dead TV channel and wring every last drop of pleasure from your body simultaneously.

You think it’s a talent, maybe halfway to a goddamn curse.

Face down ass up on the bed you think you’re ready to touch the edge of time itself, vision blurring black at the edges when Dick smooths his rough hand down your trembling spine–along the pretty arc of your back–to settle at the nape of your neck.

Flexing his hips he forces the last few inches of his cock into your cunt, moaning under his breath when your walls clamp around him like a wet fist. With his free hand he grabs your waist, your hip, the delicious curve of your ass, rocks you back on his length until you’re flush to his hips.

Holding you down with one hand he almost pulls out, leaving just the fat, leaking head of his cock in your slick hole. You whine, long and low, hips pushing back to try and get him inside you again. Dick chuckles, if you close your eyes you can see the pretty line of his mouth, see the self-satisfied smirk tugging at his lips—it’s infuriating, you want to swing it back around on him, take the control he has over you and wield it like a weapon.

“Please.” You gasp, writhing under his firm grip. “Dick, please.” You’re leaking around his cock, wetness dripping slowly onto the sheets below. Your face is burning, he’s never done this before, made you wait. Your shoulders flex as you twist your fingers in the sheets, a frustrated moan tumbling from your mouth. “Stop being so mean.”

Curling his fingers around his cock, Dick strokes himself from base to almost tip, “You know, I’d take you more seriously if you weren’t this fucking wet. I mean, baby, you’re literally dripping. Maybe I should jerk off just like this and come in your leaky pussy without giving you anything else, huh?” He muses and you shake your head, thighs trembling.

“No please–oh god–just…Dick please s’not fair.” Shushing you gently–mockingly–he hooks his thumbs under the swell of your ass and spreads your cunt apart, watches your swollen clit twitch as your own slick dribbles over it.

Grabbing you by the waist he thrusts forwards, hard and fast and utterly perfect. The thick girth of him stretches you open, walks the fine line between pleasure and pain and you’re ready to cry from it.

Gasping wetly you choke out broken moans, each harsh thrust forcing a needy wail from between your lips. Dick keeps you spread apart so he can watch the way his cock sinks into you, can watch how each time he pulls out he’s wetter than before, length shiny and slick. The sight is almost enough to make him empty his balls then and there, makes him want to bury himself in your sweet cunt and come until it’s leaking out of you.

Trembling underneath his firm body your knees shake, every muscle tense and threatening to collapse underneath you. Dick notices of course, he’s always tuned in, even when he’s balls deep inside you. You don’t mind that he notices, hell, it makes you even wetter knowing that he’s so tuned into your body that he recognises each little tell it gives away. You do, however, hate that he uses it against you.

“You’re such a fucking baby.” He mutters, pulling all the way out and leaving your cunt clenching on nothing. “I’m going to have to stop fucking you because you just can’t take it.”

Your reaction is reflective, you wonder if he’s managed to switch off your verbal filter. Or more likely, you want to tease him as much as he does you, even though your pussy is weeping for his cock.

“When did you start?”

The Earth holds its breath and you feel the air around you crackle violently, in the back of your head, you wonder if he’s holding his escrima sticks. The crackle feels a lot like electricity, almost like being struck by lightning.

Grabbing a fistful of your hair Dick wrenches you upwards until your back is flush to his sweaty chest. Your hands fly to your head with a startled cry, shaking fingers trying to dislodge his grip but he’s too strong, too unyielding.

“Excuse me?” He hisses, low and dark and threatening in your ear. His other hand snakes up your chest, fingers resting over your throat, not squeezing, just resting there, waiting. “You wanna say that again?”

Your mouth quirks up at the edges, thrilled at the reaction. Opening your mouth to speak, Dick suddenly tightens his hand around your throat, cutting your words off into a garbled moan. All the blood in your body rushes to your head, you feel drunk, giddy, nervous and so turned on you feel like you could come just like this, with nothing more than his hand around your neck.

“You’re such an ungrateful slut. Here I am, fucking you nice and hard, making you so wet you’re drenching my sheets and you go and say something like that.” His voice makes you quake, there's something dangerous lingering between his words. He’s too calm, too controlled. Relaxing his fist you suck in a breath and the rush of oxygen has you shaking. “M’gonna make you regret saying that, baby.”

His tone is dark and suddenly, you want to apologise.

Pushing you face down on the bed Dick shoves the full length of his throbbing cock into your pussy, the slick slide of him giving you something to clamp down on. A gasp heaves up your throat when he pulls back only to push forwards again, setting a punishing pace that has you mewling and clawing at the sheets around you in desperation.

The fat head of his cock brushes over that soft, sensitive spot inside you and you can’t help it, you come.

“I can’t believe you.” Dick snarls, not once faltering as you clamp down around him and start sobbing. “Cumming on my cock like a greedy slut after what you said. You don’t even deserve to come, baby. Don’t even deserve to be fucked.”

“M’sorry,” You cry, “Please, I’m sorry.”

Grabbing you by the hair he drags you up, presses you against his chest and keeps going. The new angle has your eyes fluttering shut, slick running down the inside of your thighs. Reaching behind your head with one hand you try to touch Dick, try to tangle your fingers in his hair and pull.

But he doesn’t let you.

Keeping one hand in your hair he uses the other to wrench your wrist behind your back. Holding it firm, Dick pushes it up the middle of your back until the discomfort makes you whine, tears burning at the back of your eyes.

Huffing out a laugh he presses his mouth to the shell of your ear, “Don’t bother apologising now, baby, it’s not going to make a difference.” Untangling his hand from your hair he reaches around your hip and finds your clit. Circling it with his fingers he shoves your wrist higher up your back when you squirm and thrash against him, trying to flinch away. “Am I fucking you now? Or is this still not enough for you?”

“Dick…oh–fuck! M’sorry, please, it’s enough–I swear, it’s enough.”

“I don’t know, baby. M’not convinced.” Ripping a second orgasm from your trembling body he groans as you clamp and throb around him, clit twitching against the pads of his fingers.

“S’too much, I can’t.” You heave, breath coming out in fractured pants.

“Be quiet.” Dick grunts, continuing to play with your swollen, oversensitive clit. “You’ll take what I give you and be fucking thankful for it.”

You’ve decided it’s a curse. Definitely a curse.

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#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x reader smut #dick grayson smut drabble #nightwing x reader #nightwing x reader smut #nightwing smut #dick grayson smut #ending for this wasn't my best #sorry!!#anon I love you #asks #answered #ella writes

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pleuro · 21 days

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self portrait (but it’s the sims)

simself by: @literalite

#I’m just a sleepy girl #born to nap #forced to endure the horrors #seph is actually the best for this!!!#also this looks crusty on mobile #sorry!!#sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 edit #ts4 edit #m: edit #m

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all444miles · 10 months

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Hiii, I just saw that you were doing requests so I was wondering if you could do e-42 miles with black readers hair? Like helping her pick out different braiding and natural styles, maybe some wash day headcanons as well?

— TOUCH MY HAIR

— pairing: e-42 miles x fem!black!reader — genre: fluff — summary: just miles loving you and your hair ‹3 — a/n: tyyyy for this req, i am squealing rn + i alr had this idea in my prompt list but u gave me a reason to start it !! ‹3 my hcs always got miles saying sum outta pocket then the reader calls him out then he goes “my fault”, its a lil funny motif ima keep on adding 😭 also the n word is used a bit in this, js sayin!! enjoy ♡ ᖭི(ˊᗜˋ*)ᖫྀ

we all know n we've established this, miles is more than happy to pay for ur shit, esp if its your hair.

he wouldn't think twice before sending you the money for you to get your hair done. he wont listen or care if you say no, either.

"miles, bae, why u sendin me 200?" "what else? so you can get your hair done, mami." "baby, you know damn well that's too much." "buy yourself some other stuff too, if you wanna, but that money yours now, i ain't takin it back." "you.. you do too much." "mhm, make sure to show me a pic of when you get it done, you heard?"

he's always your hype man, for sure.

i got a feeling he a major fan of faux locs or boho/godess braids, so if you got that on? he'll fold.

"dayum ma, that shit looks good." "i cant even lie, Aaliyah did real good on this. she sure was tryna make me go broke though.." "worth every cent, cuz you look fine as hell with them faux locs." "miles." "im just saying, mami, your hair, like.. lord have mercy." "miles!" "my fault, i ain't lying though."

when your hair’s all natural, he loves to watching you style your hair for school, events, etc.

one time you let him style your hair, and you couldn’t even lie, it actually looked pretty good.

“these edges.. how do y'all do this shit every day?” “miles, baby, it ain’t that hard. look, lemme show you.”

you had to show him a quick tiktok tut on how to do edges, took him 2 videos before he got it 😭

“see that? like a c shape, and swoop it.” “..like this?” “yeah! you gotta do that like, 4 more times though.” “ay, dios mio. (oh my God). Mama, i ain’t doing allat.”

and wash day? his absolute favorite.

(short drabble ahead!)

Good Days by SZA played from Miles' speaker, blasting in the background, the gentle splashes of the warm water from the shower onto your curls.

You relaxed, your head leaning back further into the bathtub, your lover grabbing your scalp massager and rubbing it into your scalp carefully, shampoo mixed in, the rest of your products on the end corner of your bathtub.

"Ma, you know you really needed this wash. Your hair was tangled as shit, like a lion or sum.” he says, laughing halfway through his sentence. You scoff at him jokingly, "Miles, when you have hair as long and thick as mine, you can violate my hair."

Miles protested, adding the conditioner to your hair, setting your scalp massager aside. "Baby, my hair is basically almost as long as yours."

"Yeah, almost." you spoke, putting your fingers up to his face in pinching motion, the gems on your acrylics just an inch close to touching his nose, a grin on your face. He backed up, pushing your hands out of his face, continuing your wash routine. "Princesa, lemme finish washing yo hair without your hands all up in my face."

About 3 and a half hours later, your hair was washed and in overnight twists with your bonnet on. You laid with Miles in your bed, legs on top of each others, tired.

"Y'know, you actually good at dealin' wit my hair." you spoke, giving Miles a kiss on his forehead. “When you got a mama like mine, you pretty much have to.” Miles chuckled, shaking his head. “You should let me do it more often.” You smiled in response.

He buried his head into the crook of your neck, slowly dozing off by the way you'd play with the silk of his durag. "I love you Miles."

He mumbled words once again into your neck, half asleep, but you knew what he said.

"I love you more, mi vida."

likes, reblogs, comments and asks are always appreciated !

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hellsite-detective · 3 months

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This post has been printed out and taped onto a wall in my chemistry class, can you try finding the original?

ah, nothin' like helpin' out a chemistry class when it comes to findin' random posts on tumblr. findin' this one would be rather simple. see, i went to the address of the second blog in the chain and did some searchin' around while filterin' for "pusheen" and found the post instantly. i filed it away.

here you are! let your chemistry teacher know that if they ever need any more tumblr posts found, they can come to me! have a great day!

Post Case: Closed

#todays posts are being queued while your detective has a headache and feels off #so thats why the case files might not be the most in depth #sorry!!#ask #hellsite detective #post case closed

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gilsart · 1 year

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i originally planned this to be a short comic but i ended up thinking that roderich would 100% say something mean – and the original line was "is this what you ask girls after you take them out?" but i figured it was a little too harsh.

#my art #artists on tumblr #hetalia #hetalia fanart #aph prussia #aph austria #gilbert beilschmidt #roderich edelstein #hws prussia #hws austria #pruaus #auspru #prussia x austria #gilbert's head is a little too big. this was done without reference #sorry!!

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wishingeel · 10 months

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Another thing I’ve noticed while rewatching TOH: Belos’s original magical staff REALLY reminded me of something, but until now I couldn’t place it (and yes I know it resembles his mask with the antlers, I’m talking about something else). It may be a stretch to say this was intentional, but with how much detail is in TOH, I wouldn’t be surprised.

It’s not glowing here, but it’s clear in the scene that the glass bulb glows red (just like the later version). Now I’d like to remind you guys of this:

The torch and pitchfork are like, the staple of any mob, and definitely of the witchhunters of Gravesfield. And the staff that Belos, the witchhunter, uses kinda... looks like a combination of the two. Could it be a coincidence? Absolutely. But again, I wouldn’t put it past the creators to include something subtle like this.

#i mean... belos sure does like to... combine things...#sorry!!#toh #the owl house #belos #philip wittebane #sam says #hollow mind

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bluegiragi · 14 days

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I’m curious….what about witches and warlocks? Do they exist in this au?

so i'm not fully certain on the mechanics of witches enough to say for sure, but i think warlocks are magic-users who derive their power from like...gods and patron spirits or something, right? so...i'd say no, sorry :( i don't really like to confirm the existence of gods and stuff in the universe since then talk about religion gets a little messy!

#sorry!!#i just...dont want to have to confirm if sheogorath is canon to the monster au yknow...#sdlfkjdksl

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cinematicnomad · 13 days

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THE TERROR ▸ 1.09 the c, the c, the open c

#theterroredit #corneliushickeyedit #solomontozeredit #the terror #cornelius hickey #solomon tozer #cnomadedits #dailytvfilmgifs #tvedit #filmtv #userbbelcher #cinematv #dailyshowbiz #i fucked up i was supposed to post this set yesterday #sorry!!

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sillylittlegaymer · 5 months

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Oh yeah drew peppino

#pizza tower #peppino spaghetti #my art #im not back in PT #i just felt like drawing him #sorry!!

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hascious · 1 month

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Does Henry in cycle 360 possess Audrey's powers?

(also hiii i just wanted to say i love cycle 360!!!)

tysm i'm glad youre enjoying it!!

and to answer your question without spoiling my plans, no, not really, henry's power is going to be very different from audrey's banish. rise and fall is looking like it'll be super long so i'll likely be able to find an appropriate situation for him to figure out how it works.

and heres a henry doodle for the occasion

#bendy and the ink machine #batim #bendy and the ink machine fanart #bendy au #batim au #bendy and the dark revival #bendy and the dark revival fanart #batdr #batdr fanart #henry stein #cycle 360 au #i cant think of any hints i can give #without just flat out saying what his ability is #sorry!!

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comicbookhyperfixationtime · 3 months

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Your Honor, I love him!!

Also in the Excalibur #3. He put on a fisherman’s cap to move into a lighthouse.

#I do love it when he wears the little cosplays #He once put on an aviator’s hat and scarf just to pick up his girlfriend from a plane #he’s just a silly guy #comic books #marvel comics #Excalibur #Nightcrawler #Kurt Wagner #Posted this on the wrong blog at first #sorry!!

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total-drama-brainrot · 24 days

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Alenoah Hypnotic Hug Trigger AU: Alejandro Only Wants A Hug!

The Book-Loving Cynic relaxed as his eyes followed the swinging bull charm of the Charming Spainard's necklace. Alejandro placed a hand on Noah's face, to help him keep looking. Alejandro smirked, when Noah leaned into the charmer's hand. It seems that Noah subconsciously enjoys being around Alejandro. This will make planting the trigger easier. It won't take much to convince Noah.

"Do you like hugs, Noah?" Alejandro asked, his voice sweet as honey.

"Sometimes…" he replied, his voice barely a whisper.

Alejandro smiled gently, leaning closer to Noah. "Would you like a hug right now?"

Noah, still deeply entranced, paused for a moment before nodding and whispering, "Yes."

Alejandro grinned and pulled him closer, wrapping his strong arms around the smaller man. Noah lets out a soft sigh with a small peaceful smile, as he was enveloped in the warmth and security of the embrace.

The feeling of Alejandro's fingers through his hair, making him feel strangely more and more at ease. His heart beats slowly as he relaxed and leaned into the charmer, feeling the firm muscles of Alejandro's chest press against him.

"Uhh… isn't it a little weird to hug Noah, while he's hypnotized, Al?" Owen asked.

Alejandro forgot that Owen was here, to make sure that the charmer doesn't make Noah do anything super embarrassing while entranced.

"Actually Owen, Noah wants this. Hypnosis isn't like on TV. I can't make Noah do something that he doesn't want to do. So, a part of him wants to hug me. Look how happy he is." Alejandro explained, too amused seeing Noah's smile, to be annoyed by Owen.

"I guess, you're right…" Owen agreed, when he saw the grin on the currently mindless Noah's face.

Alejandro tilted the book-loving cynic's relaxed face to look at him. Intelligent chocolate eyes dulled by Alejandro's spell. They look at Alejandro fondly. "Noah… When you wake up, every time I open my arms for a hug, you will feel a strong urge to embrace me."

"Okay…" Noah whispered softly.

"Perfecto!~" Alejandro purred and he stepped away from Noah. "3, 2, 1 and you're back!"

Noah blinks as he wakes up from his trance.

Alejandro grins smugly and opens his arms.

Noah's eyes widen as he feels a strange, irresistible pull towards Alejandro. He tries to resist, but his body doesn't seem to want to listen to his conscious mind. With a sigh, he gives in, walking slowly, almost dreamily towards the charismatic Spaniard.

The warm hug is comforting, and the blushing Noah allows himself to enjoy it for a moment. He inhales deeply, savoring the familiar scent of Alejandro. However, Noah refuses to look at his seductive hypnotic teammate.

"Enjoying yourself?" Alejandro asked.

"…Shut up… I'll get you for this… You stupid eel…"

"You are welcome to try, mi amigo…" 💫