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clark kent˚｡⋆

riding clark’s bicep 18+

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jason todd˚｡⋆

jason gets jealous

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dick grayson˚｡⋆

dick wants you to be quiet 18+

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bruce wayne˚｡⋆

older! bruce taunting you 18+

arranged husband! bruce needs you 18+

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dc universe˚｡⋆

✮- angst | ✪- fluff | ☆- smut

bruce wayne

⋆ nothing yet

clark kent

⋆ nothing yet

dick grayson

⋆ nothing yet

jason todd

⋆ knight! jason todd x princess! reader ✮ + ☆

⋆ more characters will be added later ⋆

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updating my masterlist, ignore my next few post!

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Clark Kent save me😞

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Manifesting Manifesting Manifesting

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jason todd x reader

a/n: superman is mentioned!

“you can’t be serious.” jason narrows his eyes at you, coffee mug in hand as he leans against your kitchen counter. “take that off, now.”

“what?” you look down at your clothes, there’s nothing wrong with them, just a pair of loose black shorts rolled up that may or may not belong to jason and a superman shirt.

“take the shirt off, now.”

“why?! i love superman. he’s hot-“

he gives you a bewildering look, as if you grown two heads. “what?” he sets the coffee mug down, feeling truly offended. “say that again.” you raise one eyebrow up, confused. it’s too early for this. “i love superman?”

“no, not that.”

“oh, he’s hot?” jason nods, crossing his arms over his chest, his biceps bulging as he watches you move to the coffee maker, ready to pour yourself a mug of coffee. “yeah. i stand by that.”

“babe,” jason grumbles, his eyes still watching your every move. he couldn’t help but feel a tiny twinge of jealousy. now wanting his own brand of merchandise so he could force you to wear that instead of the stupid shirt you got on now. “you know he’s happily married, right?” he steps closer to you, giving you a pointed look as he wraps his big arms around your waist.

“so?” you shrug, taking a sip of your coffee as jason nose digs into the crook of your neck. his next words all mumbled. “again, the man is married.”

“a girl can dream.” you can’t help but tease, over exaggerating a long sigh. but jason doesn’t find you or your teasing funny, he huffs as his fingers pinch your hip. “not funny.” he lifts his head from your neck, kissing the side of your head.

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clark kent x reader | a/n at the bottom!

tw: smut | MDNI 18+

“come on, baby, ride it.”

“clark, you can’t be serious.” you raise your eyebrows up, shocked. looking at your boyfriend lying on your bed in front of you, shirtless with a few cuts bearing his chest. “you’re hurt.”

“what i just asked will cure me.” crossing your arms, you give him an unimpressed look. he’s eating it up, you can tell by the little grin on his face. clark asked you to ride his bicep, while he was injured. he was insane.

crossing his arms over his chest, he flexes his biceps. not flinching or squirming over his cuts. you couldn’t help but stare. you’ve always had a thing for arms, especially clark’s. he was just so big and muscular.

apprehensive and hesitant to move, you stand in front of clark. you’re still worried about his injuries. which was silly. but you couldn’t help but worry about clark. with an eye roll, clark sighs. “i’ll let you inspect them after, deal?”

you’re happy with that, it makes you feel a bit better. clark always kept his word. stepping out of your shoes, you unzip your jeans and quickly yank them off.

“good girl, come here.” he praises with a soft smile, his dimples popping out. you instantly melt and walk over to clark. carefully adjusting yourself onto clark’s bicep.

looking down at clark, your body feels warm as you start to move your hips slowly. with a swift nod, clark encourages you to move faster.

“doing such a good job, sweet girl.” clark approves, his voice hoarse and eyes glazed as he stares up at you. “you’re so pretty, baby.” you move your hips faster with his encouragement. you’re heart is swelling from his sweet words.

“good job, you enjoying this?” he tilts his head sideways, looking up at you. his smile now cocky. causing you to squirm “yeah, you definitely are.” he laughs. flexing his bicep harder. god, it felt so good. god bless clark kent, and his strong arms.

“keep going, i’ll reward you with something later.”

a/n: first time writing for clark! i watched superman a few days ago and he’s allll i’ve been thinking about. hope i did my man justice.

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new obsession = new theme

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In a world of AO3 warriors, I'm forever a Tumblr Trooper...

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andrew garfield’s spider-man is the best spider-man and his movies are actually really good and i will not take criticism

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real.

oh David Corenswet 🫠

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OH HELLLLOOOOO!

yesss gm chat

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OMG??? 2k notes??? thank you!

older! bruce wayne x reader | a/n at the bottom!

tw: smut | MNDI 18+

“who’s an old man now?” bruce grits out, pounding into you as he pushes your head further into the couch. his thrust mean and spiteful. “are you going to to answer me?” sinking into the leather couch, your mind is hazy and empty. his questions go unanswered. “what, already brained out?” bruce teases, wearing his smug smile as he continues fucking you. “already fucked you dumb and we barely even started.”

barely. even. started. you’ve already came three times. but you started this, it’s what you wanted. it’s what you get for teasing bruce for being older than you. for calling him an old man, teasing him that he couldn’t keep up with you or men your age. it was dumb, he was clearly proving you wrong now. his large hand wraps around your messy braid and yanks you up. you’re nude back flushed against his naked chest. “so pretty,” he murmurs lowly, turning his head to look at you. “always squeezing my cock so tight.”

he pulls out causing a small noise of complaint out of you, “hold on, you fucking crybaby.” he mumbles, quickly thrusting hard into you. “what were you saying earlier? i couldn’t keep up with you?” bruce mocks, asking his rhetorical question’s. he lets out a humorless laugh. “now look at ya, crying over my cock.”

“i’m sorry.”

“oh, i’m sure you are.” yanking your braid again, bruce laughs, loving how you squirm and complain. “i take care of you and this greedy cunt of yours and you think you have the right to mock me?” you shake your head, murmuring the word ‘no’ over and over again. bruce hums in acknowledgment, but stays silent. clearly still angry. he pushes you back down onto the couch, continuing his harsh pace.

“no man your age can even keep up with you, or your greedy needs. you know that right? you’re fucking spoiled.” bruce whispers into your ear, his chest leaning against your back. “no one can take care of you like i can, sweetheart.” you feel hot, his words causing butterflies to form in your stomach. closing your eyes, you nod your head, croaking out, “i know, i’m sorry.”

“i know, i’m going to pull another one outta ya, then we can be done, yeah?” he whispers, his hand squeezing your hip, it’s a nice soft squeeze. his anger gone. “yeah.” you mumble, your head too empty to think of anything else to say.

a/n: first time writing for bruce wayne! i’m slowly breaking into the dc fandom.

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just saw fanart of my man ... with his bitch #dayruined