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I need some good- like good, GOOD Reed Richards fics. And not even Pedro Pascal’s Mister Fantastic (I love Pedro tho, don’t even) but maybe also Ioan Gruffudd or even Miles Teller Mister Fantastic. Hell, even the comic Reed. He’s just so, omg. I love him and I can’t wait for it to come out 😪

I’M ALSO SEEING SUPERMAN ON MY BIRTHDAY AHH 😋😋😋

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forehead kiss - Javier Peña

900 Followers Milestone Celebration - kissing prompts

bio : This story is part of the 900 Followers Milestone Celebration - kissing prompts.

person ordering: @picketniffler

warnings : fluff, married life, your husband dates when you're not home, some kissing and touching, sexual innuendos, praise kink

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When you got home you immediately smelled her sweet scent. Again. 

They must have spent a wonderful evening together. You took off your jacket and threw it on the couch. Then your attention was drawn to the blanket carelessly thrown over its back, the rumpled pillows.

Yes, Javier Peña had another successful evening when you went out with your friends. Your husband himself insisted that you do something for yourself.

“Meet them, hermosa,” he said when you were still hesitant. “Wear a nice dress, put on some lipstick. You’ll gossip about your husbands, and the men who look at you from afar will see that gold ring. They’ll know chica is out of their reach.”

So you did as he said and that evening passed really pleasantly. And now this. Again.

When you went to the kitchen to get a drink of water before going to bed, you saw the dishes in the sink. One of the glasses still had a smudge of red lipstick on it. You slowly sipped the cold water, looking at all the evidence that your husband had spent the evening without you.

Without even turning on the light, you headed down the hallway toward your bedroom. Pale light fell into the hallway from behind the ajar door. They should be there. Again.

You quietly opened the door and saw them sleeping in your bed. Javier's shirt was lifted slightly, revealing a happy trail straight into his boxers. One arm was behind his head and the other wrapped around her body.

Dark hair was splayed across your pillow. You could clearly see her slightly parted lips, the way her chest heaved with each steady breath. She lay cuddled up to him, completely unaware that you were standing right next to her.

You took a step and felt something under your bare feet. Her dress was lying haphazardly on the floor. You picked it up and carefully placed it on the chair. There was no point in waking them.

You quietly entered the bathroom and took off your dress, then started to wash off your makeup. The house was immersed in silence, and you finally had a moment to yourself. It was only when you pulled one of his shirts over your head, which served as your pajamas, that you noticed he was standing in the doorway. His hair was in a cute mess, his eyes slightly closed because the light irritated him a bit.

"Hi, baby." Javier's voice was hoarse, with remnants of sleep. "Did you have a good time?"

“Not as good as you.” You replied, walking up to him and kissing his soft lips. His mustache tickled you slightly. The shirt he was wearing smelled of her.

He wrapped his arms around you, his strong hands sliding down to your ass, kneading them lightly. The bulge in his boxers stirred.

"Don't tell me you still want sex." you chuckled as he kissed your neck gently.

"I always do. Always with you." he mumbled and you giggled.

"Then you'll have to get rid of her." you said and he sighed quietly.

You stood in the doorway and watched as Javier carefully took your almost four-year-old daughter into his arms. The girl instinctively snuggled into her father's arms, and he kissed her on the forehead, whispering something reassuring. He left the room, and after a moment you heard him quietly close the door to her room.

"I saw you had fun." you said lying down on your side of the bed and stretching.

"We'll clean it up in the morning." Javier replied, climbing onto the bed. His lips brushed your calf, then the place above your knee, your thigh, your hip. A warm hand slid under your shirt, stroking your slightly rounded belly where your second happiness was hidden. "The girls didn't ask why you weren't drinking?"

“I told them I was taking antibiotics. I didn’t want to tell them yet.” You whispered, holding back a sigh as Javier’s lips lightly sucked on the delicate skin of your neck.

"You'll have to do it soon, hermosa." He said quietly. "You'll be full of my baby again. So sexy."

"I know, but not yet." You pulled his face closer to yours and kissed him. "You really let her use my lipstick?"

"Of course! We had a date. She wanted to be as beautiful as mommy."

"She already is."

"Just like you." His hand moved higher and soon he was gently squeezing your breast, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Will you let me take care of you, mommy?"

You rolled your eyes. It was an old trick of Javier’s, he knew exactly which buttons to push to make you give in to him. “And you’ll be a good boy and do it right?”

"The best I can. You won't regret it."

He covered your mouth with his the moment he trapped you under his heated body. This evening was going to be really long.

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Sorry about being MIA, chat. I’m busy with high school and I’m also don’t know what to write about. 😔 ANYWAY, I’m sorry if I get this wrong, I have NEVER seen the comics. So.. correct me if I’m wrong. Thank you 🫶🏻

I just really would want to help little baby Jason after he gets out of the Lazarus Pit. Like, he just seems like he would be terrified, since he was obviously dead, but also because he has no idea where he is and that all this liquid or goo is burning him so bad.

Like, we could just hold him as he shakes, trying to get air into his lungs while also coughing up the Pit liquid. Bonus points extra if we used to be in the league of assassins and we’re going to help him escape.

But, other than that, I just want to hold and rock him. Whispering, telling him to breathe, that it’s okay, and that he’s safe. Reassuring him that this wasn’t his fault and that he never deserved this as we take him back to our room where we can get him some new clothes to put on.

After all, he is only just a kid.

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Oh, I have tears in my eyes 🙏

john price never expected much from retirement. peace and quiet, maybe a drink at the bar in the evening, and the occasional fishing trip to keep his hands busy. but what he didn’t expect was you.

he first saw you at the local café, where you’d waltz in wearing little sundresses, always with a book in your hands, always smiling at the staff. a sweet little thing—too young for him, too pretty, too full of life. but you had a habit of looking at him, big eyes lingering a little too long, lips curling when you caught him staring back.

it didn’t take long after that.

one drink turned into two, turned into his hand resting on your thigh, turned into him murmuring in your ear, low and rough—“let’s get out of here, love.”

you barely made it through the door of his place before he had you against the wall. his hands were big, rough from years of work, gripping your hips like he was holding himself back from something deeper, something darker. but when you whined, arching up against him, his restraint snapped.

price fucked you like he had something to prove.

like he needed you to feel him, needed you ruined and wrecked and too dumb to think of anything but him. he had you on your hands and knees, dragging out those sweet, needy sounds from your throat until you weren’t sure if you were moaning and mewling.

“you take it so well,” he grunted, palming your ass, watching the way you trembled under him. “little thing like you, stretched around my cock—”

your nails scraped the sheets as you whined, pushing back into him. “p—price—”

his hand tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp. "john, love. s’john to you now.”

and fuck, you liked that. you liked the way it sounded, the way it felt, warm and thick on your tongue as you gasped it over and over, sobbing it into the pillow when he pressed down on your back and fucked you deep.

when it was over, you should’ve left. should’ve gathered yourself, slipped out before he could say anything, made this nothing more than a memory.

but when he moved to get up, you made a soft, breathy noise and curled around him, clinging like he might disappear if you let go

"where you goin’?" you mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

john exhaled through his nose, looking down at you. his hand hesitated before settling on your hip, big and warm.

"nowhere, love," he murmured, giving you just enough to keep you holding on.

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I need a tall, nerdy man rn.

All I wanna do is just suck his dick till he’s moaning and whining… :(

Please please..

They’re so cute too, omgggg.

I’m in love.

Literally all he needs to do is start yapping about something he’s interested in and the panties are off.

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oh haha hey handsome.. leans on barbie car while wearing light up sketchers

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tw!! talk and show of pill addiction.

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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-A756u-0PdmBkb7qv8wzsCYWRKwdeICoUvSlrfOYzW4/edit

You stared at the bag of pills Anna’s friend had given you.

Nightmares had started to haunt you. Worse than before Arkham. Your evidence, having not seen it physically in years, suddenly filled your mind at every turn.

Nightly, you’d throw up into a pail that they had given you. Obviously, seeing a nurse wasn’t an option in Arkham, especially with the low staff count. And you wouldn’t even try to meet with your new physiatrist.

You realized that after more of the guards were fired, breakouts happened more often. Of course, they were more on the lower levels. Villains that had already escaped before.

You didn’t attempt to break out because one, you were not strong enough. Whether that was the point or not, Arkhams food didn’t supply you a great deal of protein.

Two, because you didn’t know where you’d go. You couldn’t leave Gotham, not if Jason came back. But you also knew Bruce would find you instantly, so it wasn’t an option.

Plus, with the fear has supposedly breaking out in places, you didn’t want to be in the streets of Gotham exactly.

Fuck, where were you? Right, the pills.

You think you’ve gotten addicted. You cant sleep without them, cant go through Arkhams day without them, and you classify that as maybe addiction.

You’d have to get off of them before Jason comes back. If he knew..

You didn’t want to disappoint him the moment he steps back into Gotham.

A loud bang of metal on metal makes you grab your baggie and shove them in your sweatsuit. Anna had slid your door open, grinning ear to ear.

“Me and Steph are gettin’ out.” She said, showing her baton she had stolen, waving it around. “You comin?”

You shook your head. You had gotten invitations like this all week.

“I’m waiting for someone.” You mumble. Anna scrunches her nose and points the baton at you.

“No man is worth stayin’ here, Reader.” She says. Noticing you staying on your bed, she sighs and lowers the baton. “Thanks for the baked goods, neighbor.”

She’s off down the hallway before you can even look.

An explosion sounding noise wakes you up.

The ground thumped under you. Your bare feet could feel the vibrations of many footsteps. Suddenly, your pills look more and more appetizing.

You walk to your window, before looking for something to stand on. You quickly grab the bottom of your night table and pull it over to the window with a grunt.

You step up onto the nightstand, and balancing on it, you peer over the stone bricks and look through the metal bars.

Prisoners left and right are practically rushing out of Arkham. You assume a large hole had been blown in, since you don’t remember an exit being there.

In the middle of the rushing crowd of patients, you notice red wearing men directing them. Most of the patients don’t listen, but some follow the orders.

That’s when you see him.

The iron man. The metal man. Robotic man? No, Knight man.

Fuck, these pills were making you crazy.

All you could think of is Anna telling you something about the new villain in Gotham.

You peer closer, trying to get a better view, but the metal bars stop you from looking out too much.

Whoever the man was, clearly held power over the red wearing men. He directed them angrily, and if you weren’t drugged out of your mind, you’d question why he’s at Arkham.

Until the man, without warning- looks up at your window, his mask staring directly at you.

“What the fu-“

Your ass hits the floor as you fall backwards, having lost your balance by the man’s contact.

You scramble to your feet and quickly try to move the nightstand back in the spot, before climbing onto it and looking out the window again.

The man’s gone- yet the red wearing men are still adamantly ordering around the patients.

You sigh of relief, telling yourself the man didn’t actually see you staring directly at him. You get off the nightstand, shivering when you feel your feet touch the cold floor. You grab a baguette to arm yourself, and walk over to the door, sliding it open.

It was left unlocked the day before, when Anna had broken out it seems.

You scrunch your nose and slide it back closed, trying to lock it, when a much stronger hand rips the door open.

You practically stumble back from the strength, your arm sore from being pulled along with the door. You take a couple steps back before remembering what you were holding and aiming it at the doorway.

“Don’t- don’t come in! I have a weapon.. and.. i’m not afraid to lose it!”

Jeez, did you slur that much yesterday?

You wince when loud, incredibly loud footsteps walk in, and you close your eyes, bracing for impact- or for something.

“Jesus-“ A click, and a hissing is heard. A loud slam of metal against your floor makes you flinch, your body jolting at the noise and vibration. You open your eyes, ready to threaten the stranger-

“Jason?”

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Whoops. Completely forgot about tumbler but…I have more. I think.

Husband!Jason Todd is so munch. Like, he might not want children but ima just say he does. For now. ANYWAY. He’ll literally be the hottest dad. Like, when he’s doing the ‘dad walk’ after you give birth and the biceps flex. AHHH IM FOLDING.

But also he’d literally do anything for you, he’d die again for you. I absolutely REFUSE to believe anyone that says he’ll be completely cut off from you whatever, whatever. NO. Yes, he might be a little distant or whatever but he’s in it for the long run, baby. He wants you. Total she fell first, he fell harder trope. Love.

I just love Jason. He’s my baby daddy omg.

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Sex with Jason has to be the most beautiful thing ever.

He’s so careful yet so harsh at the same time. Thrusting hard into you as he presses soft kisses to wherever his mouth can reach. AGHHH KILL ME.

His tip kissing your cervix with every thrust. Whimpering as he gets close to coming. Bros pull out game better be strong or you should probably be on birth control or using a condom because we just KNOW this man does not have enough self control to pull out while he’s coming. Plus why would you ever do that to him? He’s been so nice this whole time you’re fucking, he didn’t even give his full potential.

Maybe just let the poor baby moan and whimper as he comes deep in your cunt. Press a kiss to his neck as he cleans you up, because aftercare is always a must.

Come back Jason Todd, your twenty-eight children miss you 😢

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I FUCKING HATE DADDY KINKS

I don’t kink shame or whatever but daddy kinks…they boil my blood. They disgust me. I USED TO CALL MY FATHER THAT DAFUCK? Or, let’s be honest, anything that reminds me of my father sexually or not is an immediate turn off. ANYWAY back to the daddy kink. Every time I’m reading a really good smutty story and the thing above it says (daddy kink) I loose five years of my life.

Haters gonna hate, but I’m gonna shake.

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Crying bc I just want someone to mark my thighs up and hold me, kissing my forehead telling me it’s going to be okay while my play with my sopping wet pussy as overstimulated tears fall down my face, letting them pull another orgasm for me.

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You can NOT tell me that Dick Grayson wouldn’t con his brothers into getting them to spy on you.

He would literally get Jason to have watch you, waiting for his future wifey to be his. Having Jaybird to talk to you about things, books you’ve read (bc that’s really the only think Jason knows about you, well, besides the million other things Dick weirdly knows about you…). Obviously you both were in love, you just didn’t know it yet!

Timothy would definitely hack into your social media accounts, staking you, not much more than Dick already does, but just a little under. By the second day after Dick asked for help with this little crush, he already has half of your address down. Now if only Richard would give him the other half…

Damian would be slightly more hesitant. He mostly only helps just to see it blow up in Dicks face, then he’d have his laugh. Yet, Damian can be charming, maybe he’ll even befriend your little brother, which Dick definitely payed him off to do it.

And Dick definitely doesn’t have three different pairs of your panties stolen from your laundry basket, already covered in his cum, ready for the next pair and to swap it out when you finally, finally love him. Which actually doesn’t take long, strangely enough you thought he hated you. Hm?

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This is probably a really weird kink but pantie stealers. UGH it really gets the blood flowing. 😣 Literally makes me cream every time I read a pantie stealer fic, please please please, I need more. PLEASE! Or a kinda sfw kink is where the bf, gf, or partner gets a ring like at the beginning of the relationship bc they just KNOW they’re the one. Like, oh shit, where’d my pants go…? My panties pealed BBG!!!! Legs. Open.

Anyway, thank you so so sooo much for all the love about my Jason Todd whines short. I really didn’t think yall would love it that much! Also if you want, tell me who you want next for something, I’d be happy to do it! And I hope, for anyone who has it bc ik I do, that you do so so so well on your finals and have an amazing winter break or overall day! Love yall so much! Drink water, get rest, EAT!

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Batmom and her ‘lovely’ children.

You know, it’s got to take a very special person to run around with all of the batkids plus Bruce?! Now that’s just hell. Bruce is the most stubborn, dumb man ever. Poor baby just can’t take clues at all. Or much less listen to you.

Dick definitely messes with you whether it’s playing jokes on you, messing with his siblings (and you), or really just anything to get on your nerves. And if he just so happens to do something in this kitchen you already know he’s getting a towel thrown at him as well as a few words, that won’t be repeated.

Jason is your baby. Granted all of your kids follow you around but Jason AND Damian are at least a step in front of the rest of your children. When Jason was Robin he was such a quiet, shy kid but was so, so sweet. And even though you’d never admit it, he was definitely your favorite. After he died and came back though he did help in some of Dick’s pranks. Giggling as Dick is once again hit with another towel.

Timothy. How you always called him that just to see his face. At first he used to correct you, but you just kept calling him that and so he soon gave you (obviously you call him Tim but Timothy is just so much better to say!). Your smart little boy, always doing whatever he’s doing on that computer. You’ve soon stopped asking what it is he’s doing because half the words you didn’t even know what the hell he was saying.

Damian. Sweet, sweet Damian, or Dami baby, which he ABSOLUTELY HATES that nickname (which is why you call him that, just to see his cute scowl). When Dick, Jason, Tim, Bruce, and Alfred are gone he definitely snuggles up with you. Laying in your lap as he naps. Your youngest was so cute. He’s just your little boy.

Oh. And don’t even get me started on Bruce. That man is always attached to you in some way. Some less…appropriate than others.

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pov: you’re scrolling trying to find a cute little fluffy fanfic to read but everything you get is smut 

no smut hate, i just want to giggle :(

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Jason. Whines. You can’t convince me otherwise.

Like, when you’re sucking his cock, his hand would be on your head, guiding you into it. Moaning, groaning, WHINING. Goddamn. He’ll whine about how good you make him feel, how perfect your mouth feels wrapped around his cock. Just acting over all pathetic. His breathing would quicken as his back arches slightly. Moaning praises and unintelligible words. You hum around his cock getting an even more pathetic, pitiful whine.

And when you touch the underside of his balls, he’s instantly coming into your mouth.

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Bruce Wayne when you two were first dating.

I can see him as the type to let you stick stickers on his arms when her drives. You’re just humming to whatever’s in your head as you stick another sticker to his arms, face, whatever and he just takes it because there’s nothing he can do to stop you. Hell, the poor man can barely say no to you! But that all makes up at night, when he has your legs spread, licking at your cock/pussy, as you moan and whine. Telling him how good he is.

Bruce is such a munch, you can’t convince me otherwise.