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Fallen.

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Really enjoyed working on this commission about Jason. Thanks to my amazing commissioner🙏

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the guy ever

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18+ minors dni

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sleepy morning sex with jason todd that starts with him gently grinding himself into your ass as he spoons you, so lightly he barely notices it. his arm is wrapped around your waist and his head is buried in your neck as he holds you against him, and by the time he’s fully hard, you’re both groggy but awake, and his hand has found your breasts under your baggy shirt.

he groans quietly into your skin as he pulls his boxers down just enough to free himself, slipping his cock between your soft thighs and thrusting slowly. you shudder against him as his length grazes the cotton of your panties with each movement, and his hand comes down from your breast to rub small circles on your clothed clit. there’s no urgency in his movements, and the room is quiet apart from the rustling sheets and your airy breathing.

before long, your wetness starts seeping through the thin fabric of your underwear, and jason takes that as his sign that you’re ready. he hooks his fingers into your waistband and pulls your panties down to just below your ass, only exposing you as much as he needs to. he slides his cock between your folds to collect your arousal, his tip soon prodding at your tight entrance. you instinctively reach for his hand, and he places a tender kiss on your temple before sinking into you slowly.

you gasp as he stretches you, and he squeezes you against him reassuringly. his strong body on yours, the angle of his hips, and the intimacy of the moment leaves both your sensitivities heightened; all it takes is a few gentle thrusts against your sensitive spot and some whispered affirmations—y’feel good, ma, so good—for your walls to start tightening around him as you whine. your orgasm brings jason to his, and his grip on your waist tightens suddenly as he releases into you, muffling a low moan into your neck. you turn your head to face him while he’s still sheathed inside you, a sleepy grin on your face.

“mornin’ ma,” he mumbles with a smile, his tired green eyes searching yours. “sleep well?”

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18+ MDNI - semi-public sex, fem!receiving oral

Blades of grass poke at your skin from beneath the dress. The thin, gauzy fabric no match for the bright green blades, sharp with pointy overgrown ends. The smell, fresh; the epitome of green, oddly sweet and mixing with the earthiness of the dirt beneath. If it weren’t for the man between your legs you’d have been long lost in the gift of nature. Instead, you were muffling your moans with your free hand, the other occupied with his hair.

His hands grasp the back of your thighs, forcing them open every time you start to close them around his head in an attempt to retain some semblance of modesty. “Retain,” as if there was any left. The straps of your dress hang loose around your shoulders, your tits teetering at the neckline, threatening to spill out at any given moment. Layers of chiffon are bunched up at your waist, your maxi dress suddenly turned mini at the hands of his unbridled horniness.

“Dick,” you gasp, hand falling from your mouth to your dress, unintentionally pulling it up even further to cope with the maddening amount of ecstasy flowing through your veins. “Dick Grayson, this is a public park.” It’s the first full sentence you’d managed to get out since he’d found his way beneath your dress; since he’d started putting his tongue to work in such an open space. And even then, it had come out strangled and barely above a whisper.

He ignores your words, tongue swirling around your sensitive clit and sending you into a fit of moans. His dark hair tickles your thighs as he buries himself deeper into your pussy, licking at your slit like a madman. “I’m serious,” You say breathlessly, chest constricting as your climax builds. “We could get caught.”

Your eyes survey the vast stretch of land, almost entirely empty save for some decorative shrubbery and a few people you heard but couldn’t see. You figure if they weren’t in your line of sight, then you probably weren’t in theirs either, and you take that opportunity to grind against his face a bit, adding friction into the mix and bringing yourself closer to the edge.

“Just make it quick,” you groan, brain in overdrive at the prospect of being caught getting eaten out in a public park. You had a reputation to uphold, and public indecency would so obviously taint that. At the sound of your pleas, he loosens his grip on one of your thighs and moves his hand lower. His fingers, thick and calloused, prod at your hole before plunging deep inside and curling into your sweet spot.

The sensation overwhelms you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you know your climax isn’t far away at all. You pray that it comes before someone catches you in the act, but you know somewhere in your mind that you have nothing to worry about. Dick’s never let you down like that, and he definitely wasn’t going to start now.

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My Hellaverse girl just being pretty. Fur…fur is hard 😵‍💫

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Just smth for my character in my friends homebrew campaign

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sit on me;

izuku x reader, university au

✎ synopsis — there were no more seats, so izuku offered you a seat. on his lap 🤞(only BORDERLINE suggestive)

✎ a/n — bnha fandom i am here again but for my manz izuku. he is just so.... arrggghhh i love older izu aus hes everything to me

"yn, the movies starting!!" ochako screamed. your uni flatmates decided to host a movie night, and with all the stress from finals... it was really something you appreciated.

"on my way! blame kirishima for wanting so many snacks!" you retort, scurrying to the living room where everyone else was.

what bad luck you had. normally the couch was able to hold the lot of you, but jirou had invited her boyfriend, kaminari, to the party. and for the first time, you had the courage to invite your literature classmate, and crush, izuku midoriya.

"theres no more seats..." you mumbled from the kitchen doorway. you werent sure what to do, since this was a problem that never came up. you didnt want to kick anyone off, or disturb anyone since everyone looked comfortable. you also felt a bit down as you missed your chance to sit next to izuku. you knew the others would take a hint, but you never told any of them about your feelings. in the midst of your overthinking, you hadnt noticed the slight turn of izukus head towards your direction. he watched you for a bit as you couldnt come to a solution.

"you can sit on me if you want."

the room fell into silence at izukus statement, jaws dropping in the process. you werent sure if you heard that correctly, nor did anyone else for that matter, as the boy never usually had that kind of confidence — that was something youd expect from kaminari, or bakugo with his girlfriend (a sight youd never expect to see).

"woah, izuku... who knew you were so manly!" kirishima broke the silence, smacking izukus back in the process.

"yeah... woah...!!" "okay puller!!" "sit on- ????"

said boy only blinked his eyes a few times before the realisation of what he really said washed through him. in just a few seconds, he found himself stuttering and waving his hands in the air, sweating profusely. "i-i meant on my lap! seriously! i mean!! she looked stressed!! i didnt mean anything bad i promise!"

you had nothing to say, except laugh. his rambling was sort of cute. but you knew izuku was just a friend, he was only being considerate — its in his nature. "come on guys, you know what midoriya meant."

despite being incredibly shy when it came to all things izuku, you didnt want to miss this chance. you walked over to him, sitting across his lap and resting your back on the arm rest. the edge of the armrest was hard, so izuku slipped his arm there before you even laid your back. his arm was eventually going to ache, you thought, but he still did it anyways. everyone else seemed to have gotten distracted or bored after seeing izukus reaction, and went onto their usual chit chatter before starting the movie.

"thank you midoriya. i didnt know what to do." you quietly admitted, a bit flustered as you were sitting on his lap, playing with your hands awkwardly.

"no worries. i know how it is to overthink. i just hope youre comfortable?" he asked with a sheepish smile, noticing how awkward you were. it took you aback — was he always this thoughtful?

"y-yeah. i am." you looked away, not being able to bare any more eye contact with him. you guys were only friends, and you hadnt been in a relationship in years... maybe thats why you felt the way you did.

the movie went on, entrancing everyone into it. you on the one hand couldnt focus on anything but the mere fact you were sitting on izukus lap, and you werent sure why you even did so. the urge just to melt into him was strong, but you prevailed since you convinced yourself you "didnt want to take advantage of his kindness", even though the boy fully invited you to get comfortable. your neck was currently in a bit of pain from craning it to the side, and you felt too shy to move incase you block his vision or invade his personal space. why did you sit in this position? were you dumb? you were literally frozen trying to not distract him from the movie — something you wish youd be enjoying too.

"your necks going to hurt if you keep on craning it that way. wanna face forward?" midoriya whispered in your ear as to not disturb the others. you felt how close he was in the midst of your overthinking, and it jolted you, oblivious to midoriya. it made him chuckle, but his breath against your skin lingered even when you jolted away. you wanted to chase that feeling again, but fought against it.

"if thats fine... with you i mean!" you exclaimed — you were so thankful it was dark. you didnt want him to see you flustered over his actions when he was just trying to be kind. you wouldnt have minded sitting on anyone elses lap at this moment of time, or even the floor. his actions didnt make you uncomfortable, but rather made you want to-

"of course yn. get as comfortable as you want! think of me as like... a chair!" he quietly joked. you couldnt find that funny in the way he did, but it definitely felt funny to you. it didnt help how you were already feeling. the butterflies in your stomach were running rampage, and below that... you just hoped he didnt feel anything on his thighs. he clearly didnt realise what he was saying... or maybe that was just you feeling otherwise. still, you shifted yourself and found yourself comfortable in his lap, your back now on his chest, faces just cms apart.

for the rest of the movie, you calmed yourself down and found comfort in your position. normally, your mind would be running miles over being this close, to the point where you could count every freckle, but something about him was warm, and his steady heartbeat lulled you to sleep.

when you awoke, you found the movie was already over. you shuffled around, trying to wake yourself up after a good rest. you couldnt see anyone else, so you figured everyone had left after the movie ended.

"awake?"

you jumped, not expecting anyone to be around. "midoriya?"

"you were asleep on my lap, remember?" he reminded, albeit sheepishly, "you fell asleep."

"oh my god yes! im so sorry. i mustve kept you there for-" you turned to check the time, "hours!! im so sorry midoriya!"

he waved one of his hands in response, putting his phone down in the process. "its okay - you looked so comfortable i didnt wanna wake you."

"ugh... i so owe you. thank you for everything tonight." you sighed. if it wasnt for midoriya, you mightve considered leaving movie night as a whole.

his eyes lingered on you, but so did yours.

"yn?" you looked at him, "could i..."

you could practically see the clogs in his head whirring. there was nothing he could possibly be thinking about, except getting sleep for a long day of lectures tomorrow. he was stuck overthinking as to what he should say or maybe how he should say it, and in that time you found yourself admiring his features. since you and izuku were just friends, you never got the chance to see him up close — how did you never notice how pretty he was?

he probably didnt want what you were hoping he would want. with a sigh, you got yourself ready to leave, wanting to wash all your inappropriate thoughts about midoriya away as to not make this awkward for yourself in the future. he was still your classmate after all. he noticed you shuffling, and that broke him out of his trance. he infact did want what you want. in the first place, he only asked out of kindness, but things changed over time, for example, when you were shuffling against him — he couldnt believe how stupidly oblivious he was. just as you were about to stand, you felt the hem of your shirt being grabbed, "come back."

you looked back, confused. did you get the wrong idea? "please." he asked. and that answered everything. you felt like a giddy highschooler.

in a trance, you found yourself back on his lap, lips on his, minds blank. one thing lead to another, and you began straddling his hips, and his hands found themselves under your shirt. good thing no one else was around.

for the first time in forever, the two of you couldnt even think.

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My friend @stars-struck-lover is gonna be starting up their campaign soon. I’ve drawn my character, Titanium (dark hair) and another players character Azarnya (red hair)

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MORE DUCKIES!! MOREEE

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Morning routine of local TV star

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Everyday Arguments - Rose-Tinted Comic

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Melancholy 💔

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source

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source & source

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“Stop wearing that tight shirt”

This Aizawa and Mic in there early/mid 20s, they haven’t hanged out or talken to each for years. Until Mic reached out and they started hanging out again and now Aizawa is flustered w Mic’s attire

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Dolly is just so fun to draw

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sitting jason down in y’all’s bed so that he faces a mirror. plastering yourself against his back and wrapping your arms around him. keeping him trapped there watching you jerk him off in the mirror while making him compliment himself. just desperate “i’m worthy”s and “i deserve peace, safety, love, etc.”s and a single whiny “i’m loved”. watching his reflection over his shoulder, getting to see how his hips twitch and buck, how his eyes grow lidded and start to roll back, how his limbs tremble with the occasional shiver.

keeping him there until it sinks in that he’s loved and cared for and so so good. making sure that he knows you love every aspect of him, the parts you know and don’t know, the imperfections and flaws that make him unique and yours