This Could Be Us

me on my way to my wedding, nothing less than this chat

We’re you the anon that sent those yummy asks? -a particularly smutty boy

don't remember sending any baby, but maybe soon...

The kind of high-pitched whimpers and moans where his voice cracks just for me 🥴🥴🥵🥵

you care enough about me to disrupt your schedule??? I will disrupt my life for you I love you??

it is actually really sweet when someone stays up late to talk to you

le money pigeeon

reblog the money pigeon for a financially stable future

You sit mere inches away, the flickering light mirroring my eyes, lashes fluttering to hide the emerging tears because you'll never look at me with the familiar glint in your eyes that is love. You'll never think about me in your bed at night, you'll never want to hold me in your arms or smile at a text.

Never.

And that tears me apart.

“I love you like a child looking at the stars without being able to touch them.”

— Unknown

This is cute, it's funny tho that Dick actually plays the GUITAR and is going to relearn piano for his baby brother and bat bonding time

I know it in my soul that whenever Damian has to play violin for school and needs an accompanist, he fucking drags Dick out of Blüdhaven and back to Gotham to play piano. Dick has not practiced piano since Aunt Harriet stopped bugging him to attend his lessons when he left the manor, and he doesn’t even like playing piano. But for Damian? Sigh F i n e, he’ll play the accompaniment.

He’ll drag out his dusty practice books to refresh himself on proper hand posture and what the fuck an F looks like on the staff. Yes, yes, he’ll look up whatever squiggly abomination is on his sheet music that music experts claim is “modern notation”.

Bruce, who knows how to play piano, or can otherwise contact professional piano accompanists, is like “son, please. leave your brother alone. he hasn’t even played in years.” And Damian’s like “NO. I will settle for nothing less than Grayson.”

“Son, that’s such a low bar.”

But Damian will have his way. He will perform with his brother, goddamnit.

Being talked down to as you get fucked. The faux sympathy, calling you a dumb puppy in a gentle voice, patronising you. They feel you tighten around them, knowing just how much you like it. “Aww is it too much?” “Does the stupid mutt like that?” “Shhh it’s okay, I know puppy likes it. Just let yourself feel good, stupid dogs don’t need to think.”

Real men cry when they cum 💕