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The latest Marvel earrings are in! All four of the Fantastic Four are now available! Shop is here.

Mr. Fantastic, The Invisible Woman, The Thing, and The Human Torch are ready to go!

I've also added Yelena and Bucky in their Thunderbolts looks! Let me know what other Thunderbolts characters you'd like to see in the shop! Because I'm happy to add more characters if there's an interest!

UPDATE: BOB IS HERE

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Ever since I was a little girl I knew there was something deeply fucked up about me that only homoerotic cannibalism could fix

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my favorite hannibal bit is when will says some weird shit and everyone stares at him

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Bob Reynolds x top male reader

Gn reader but I wrote it thinking of a guy. Bottom Bob, top reader, trans Bob, fisting, tdick mentions, front hole referred as ‘cunt, pussy, hole’, mentions of T-dick as ‘dick’, overstimulation, god forbid a man likes manpussy right, not proofread

“Oh, Oh my God!” Bob nearly screeched, head hanging off the other side of the bed. Your fist was buried inside him, swallowed by his cunt until your wrist was rubbing against his twitching dick.

“too much?” You asked lazily, only strangled gasps escaping the man. Bob was draped across your shared double bed, blankets pulled off to leave only the navy bottom sheet. His head dipped off his side of the bed, leaving his face a red and his eyes constantly rolling back. One hand grasped at a pillow, the other grabbing the bed frame.

His hole was sucking you in, squelching filthily as his back arched with a drawn out whine. It started off soft, gentle fingering. But it was like a pressure lock when you got a knuckle in, and you kept working his pretty pussy till it was twitching and gaped.

“Oh, oh, oh, agh, shiit. Oh my god, it’s too much.” You shushed him as he squealed, his thighs twitching and shaking as arched his back to an almost breakable position. You kept your hand in place, letting him pull himself away until your knuckles were visible, before pushing right back in with a squelch worthy of a porn scene. “Too much, oh my god. Can’t,, can’t,,” Bob legs clenched around your forearm, eyes rolling back as his head twitched between lolling back and trying to hold itself up. He still understood how to be good; you could tell by the way he fought to keep his hands up and away.

You reckon he’s cumming, by the way his dick starts twitching and his hole clenched around your fingers. You give a little movement, and his thighs clenched harder, whines escaping him as his head fell back. He gasped for breath, wheezing with overstimulation as you pulled for hand out, sniffing at the liquid that covered it.

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Okay jokes over where’s my male reader x will graham posts ☹️

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Fashion zine

Jayce is thoroughly enjoying it.

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Bob Reynolds x gn!reader smut

Come home baby my bed misses you

yes this is a repost shh,,,,

Blurting, gn!reader, top!reader, dom!reader, sub!bob, bottom!bob, handjob, handjob through clothes, overstimulation, clothed orgasm, shaming if you squint, more buildup then anything

Touching up Bob in one of the many living rooms of the tower. Not the main one, no. Bob preferred to hide off in the ones with the curtains that dimmed the bright lights, that he could fill the shelves with his old cd cases.

Innocent touches at first, caresses to his thighs and biceps. Little comments on how impressive he was. Pretending not to notice his squirming and face growing red as he tried to watch his movie.

Crawling your fingers under the elastic waistband of his sweatpants- momentarily thanking whatever god pushed him to wear clothing you could get under- and above his boxers, squeezing at his length.

Listening to a god stifle a moan and grab at the couch cushions like they owed him something, feet planting into the carpet while you lazily draped yourself across the couch. Whispering in his ear about how dirty you both were being, just to listen to him whimper.

Squeezing and rubbing at his still boxer-covered cock, cooing at how big he was and rubbing your thumb against his tip oh-so-softly, until he was rutting his hips up against your hand and grabbing at his burning red face.

Kissing at his neck and burying your face into those lovely soft curls, taking soft breaths where you knew it tickled. Listening to Bob whine until—

“It’s too early,” He’d whine, scrambling to grab your hand, finally letting you see those pretty teary eyes. You’d only grin in response, keeping up with your movements. “Hhh, can’t…” Bob would hiss through gritted teeth, before every muscle stiffened and his eyes scrunched shut, toes curling. You felt his dick twitch in your grip, boxers slowly becoming familiarly wet against your hand as you slowly dragged yourself back out his pants. Bob sat silently, head hung in shame— and the aftershocks of an orgasm, you supposed. After a few long seconds, teary puppy eyes looked up at you, before nervously at the door. He whispered some half-hearted excuse and shuffled out the room, hands clutching to pull his ratty old sweater past the crotch of his sweatpants.

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trying to read through #top male reader and then getting jumpscared by my own post like ew get out!!

Bob Reynolds x reader nsfw

God strike me down for the things I would do to this man

trans Bob, words such as ‘core’, ‘cunt’, ‘hole’, ‘pussy’. ‘Dick’ and ‘clit’ used to describe t-dick, oral (char receiving), ‘baby’ used once, gender neutral reader technically but written from a guy, blurting w no proofreading because god forbid a man enjoy being evil once in a while

“Shit… god…” Bob whined, muscular thighs staying clenched, keeping him hovered above your face, knees bent at that pretty 45 degree angle that drained him quicker. Sure, you have told him to sit down, but the sight of a pretty clenching pink hole and his hard little dick sitting up brought no complaints.

“Bob..” You hum, although it comes out more like a tease, arms hooking around his thighs to try pull him down, pinching at the inner flesh to get those little sounds out of him.

The first time the idea of him sitting on your face came to you after eating him out in bed. Something about him squirming on your tongue while grabbing fistfuls of the bedframe turned you on beyond comparison. That, and watching him snap the bedframe in half tickled a part of your brain.

“I know, I know. I just, don’t want to squash you.” He responded nervously. Poor baby, thinking you want anything less then to be squashed between those pretty thighs with your nose buried in a jungle. The only audible sound that comes from you is a disagreeable huff and another squeeze to his legs. He seems to catch on, and finally drops down.

Heaven. That’s what it is. Being hit with a face full of pussy and a nose full of musk. Little brown curls tickle at your nose and cheeks, your lips brushing against his wet throbbing core, T-dick pulsing. If the flavour wasn’t already setting in, you’d think about using your finger and thumb to jack him off until he was sobbing.

His sounds started up the second you dove in; little huffs, noises far too aware of Walkers room across the hall for your liking. His first choked up moan came when you took his dick in his mouth and sucked like it was the source of eternal life; although to you, it truly was. Bob nearly screamed, hands scrambling to find stability, one landing on the on the bed frame in an iron grip, the other grabbing at the sheets just beside your head. If the man wasn’t so nervous, he’d grab for your hair, but you knew he was a people pleaser.

You rotated between sucking at his throbbing dick and licking at his pretty, delicate folds, swapping when he grew oh-so slightly used to the feeling. His back was stiff and arched, thighs shaking as he struggled between sitting down and moving to get up and escape the overstimulation. Not that the arms around his thighs would let him get far, no.

His pretty cunt was always too sensitive; the way his face scrunched up and mouth froze in a silent moan as he came proved that. The folds pulsated, hole clenching around air for relief. You worked him through it, until his eyes finally snapped open and he looked down at your fucked-out expression and soaked mouth.

“Can I stay down here forever, baby?” You murmured into his pubes, only receiving a tired chuckle as he moved to climb off your face; arms stopping him. He looked back down at your glinting eyes as you gave another cautious lick to his core.

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my beautiful princess with a disorder 🥀

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Bob Reynolds x reader nsfw

God strike me down for the things I would do to this man

trans Bob, words such as ‘core’, ‘cunt’, ‘hole’, ‘pussy’. ‘Dick’ and ‘clit’ used to describe t-dick, oral (char receiving), ‘baby’ used once, gender neutral reader technically but written from a guy, blurting w no proofreading because god forbid a man enjoy being evil once in a while

“Shit… god…” Bob whined, muscular thighs staying clenched, keeping him hovered above your face, knees bent at that pretty 45 degree angle that drained him quicker. Sure, you have told him to sit down, but the sight of a pretty clenching pink hole and his hard little dick sitting up brought no complaints.

“Bob..” You hum, although it comes out more like a tease, arms hooking around his thighs to try pull him down, pinching at the inner flesh to get those little sounds out of him.

The first time the idea of him sitting on your face came to you after eating him out in bed. Something about him squirming on your tongue while grabbing fistfuls of the bedframe turned you on beyond comparison. That, and watching him snap the bedframe in half tickled a part of your brain.

“I know, I know. I just, don’t want to squash you.” He responded nervously. Poor baby, thinking you want anything less then to be squashed between those pretty thighs with your nose buried in a jungle. The only audible sound that comes from you is a disagreeable huff and another squeeze to his legs. He seems to catch on, and finally drops down.

Heaven. That’s what it is. Being hit with a face full of pussy and a nose full of musk. Little brown curls tickle at your nose and cheeks, your lips brushing against his wet throbbing core, T-dick pulsing. If the flavour wasn’t already setting in, you’d think about using your finger and thumb to jack him off until he was sobbing.

His sounds started up the second you dove in; little huffs, noises far too aware of Walkers room across the hall for your liking. His first choked up moan came when you took his dick in his mouth and sucked like it was the source of eternal life; although to you, it truly was. Bob nearly screamed, hands scrambling to find stability, one landing on the on the bed frame in an iron grip, the other grabbing at the sheets just beside your head. If the man wasn’t so nervous, he’d grab for your hair, but you knew he was a people pleaser.

You rotated between sucking at his throbbing dick and licking at his pretty, delicate folds, swapping when he grew oh-so slightly used to the feeling. His back was stiff and arched, thighs shaking as he struggled between sitting down and moving to get up and escape the overstimulation. Not that the arms around his thighs would let him get far, no.

His pretty cunt was always too sensitive; the way his face scrunched up and mouth froze in a silent moan as he came proved that. The folds pulsated, hole clenching around air for relief. You worked him through it, until his eyes finally snapped open and he looked down at your fucked-out expression and soaked mouth.

“Can I stay down here forever, baby?” You murmured into his pubes, only receiving a tired chuckle as he moved to climb off your face; arms stopping him. He looked back down at your glinting eyes as you gave another cautious lick to his core.

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Dateing Viktor from arcane headcanons (fem! Reader)

He leaves you for a man

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Trans Viktor headcanons nsfw

Absolute filth, nothing pure about this. Trans Viktor coming from a Trans writer, Talks of top surgery and bottom growth, very short blurt, first post lowkey nervous

Trans Viktor who keeps it unshaved, forming a messy brown-curled jungle between his legs. He hasn’t cut it in weeks, too focused on work to maintain his pubes.

Trans Viktor with solid bottom growth, and the most sensitive Tdick, who has to wear boxers to avoid the fabric grinding up against him. Faint scrapes of fabric leave him sweaty and hard, soaking through his pristine whites while he pushes a hand over his mouth.

Trans Viktor who never finds the time to jack off, and gets extremely pent up. Who ever since starting Testosterone finds himself getting suddenly horny with no cause.

Trans Viktor who squirms when he touches himself, one hand clamped over his mouth, the other palming at his dick lazily, pubes soaked in his slick, dick twitching with the feeling. Movements slow and sloppy as he knots his eyebrows and rolls his hips.

Trans Viktor, whose top surgery scars healed well. Who got keyhole surgery, as his malnourishment left him with a small chest to begin with.

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