#🐞 anon

[craxkbaby]

(Platonic) Can I request Jason with a kid that's quiet and just shadows him and copies his movements, but even when nights off at one of his safe houses, the kid is just looking at him through the window beat up and bleeding and just smiles and waves and just says a random fact like; this "Mister Hood Did you know that cacti can live up to 200 years...Okay bye" and just leaves

(basically just letting Jason know there okay and alive and it becomes a normal thing and they leave random things like shiny rocks and wilted flowers they like and find pretty, I just wanted to share do with this as you will)

-🐞Anon

hello 🐞!! I apologize for taking a while to answer this! This is lovely, I love it! I can totally imagine Jason with a kid, who isn’t even his kid. I read a fic that had 9 parts to it ABOUT Jason Todd adopting! It was the sweetest lowkey made me tear up! LMAO

Jason Todd, not expecting a kid to follow him everywhere, copy his movements, act just like him. Why would he want a kid to stick around anyways?

Let’s assume Kid!M!Reader came from a bad spot, being bruised, getting into fights at some times. Of course, Jason could relate to that, making him somewhat see himself in you.

Yes.. let’s just say you can be a PROFESSIONAL YAPPER! You’re a kid, able to talk anyone’s ear off with ease. As first, it annoyed Jason. Got annoyed hearing facts that he thought would be useless to know.

“Did you know cacti can live up to 200 years?” “Did you know, that I don’t care.”

(TYPE SHIT LMFAOO OMG)

Though, the longer you stick around, the more Jason starts to care for you. Stopped trying to get you to shut up with your facts, stopped trying to push you away.

The more you came to him when you were bloody and bruised, the more he let you stay at his safe house. Too worried for you to go out and just come back bruised again!

Then you started bringing him things like rocks, rocks that caught your eye. Rocks that you thought Jason would take interest in.

Bringing rocks that shined like crystals in the sun or under some light. Obviously this peaked Jason’s interest, cause how are you finding rocks that look so lovely?

“Where are you finding these?” Jason asked as you sat next to him, showing him all the rocks you picked up on the way here. You simply shrugged shoving more rocks his way.

He secretly keeps the rocks, somewhere in his drawer or on the top of his closet shelf. Totally acts like he doesn’t care for them, but as soon as you say your goodbyes, he scoops them all up and organizing them into a drawer.

(HE LOVES THEM!)

Then your next phase starts, with the flowers. Wilted flowers, even though they don’t look like you just bought them. Jason thinks they are somewhat prettier wilted, the more flowers you bring him. He gets a vase for them!

Keeping them in a corner of a room on a dresser. He appreciates the small gifts, though still!! He acts like he isn’t interested in them at all!

Though, when you don’t show up at your usual time for a few nights in a row. He had to admit, he felt worried. How could he not?

It’s Gotham, anything could happen to you. So when you weren’t showing up, Jason stayed awake. “Kids probably just late,” he told himself.

Though one night, when you knocked on his window. Startling Jason, though the sight of you quickly easing away his anxiety. Of course, you were bruised.

You leaned on the window sill as Jason opened the window to hear what you have to say, “Hey, did you know hummingbirds are the only birds who can fly backwards?”

You said with a ridiculous smug look on your face. Jason looked at you with the plainest and irritated look on his face. Goodness! You went missing for a few days, and just to come back to tell him another one of your silly stupid facts.

You left a small rock on the window sill, before waving goodbye. Jason let out a relief sigh as he picked up the rock examining it before glancing back at you as you walked away. “Little shit..”

I did not reread this! Please ignore any typos ❤︎︎

Please don’t steal my work!! :3

[ddejavvu]

okayyy !!!!! spencer girlie till the day i die

spencer is absolutely... ABSOLUTELY.... very very touchy in relationships. he cannot keep his hands off of u !! not even in a sexual way (though ofc in a sexual way too) he just always has to be touching you. hugs, kisses, cuddles..... hand holding, thigh touching, massages. he just needs his hands on you at all times 🥹

- 🐞

send me your headcanons!

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SOBBING AND WEEPING AND CRYING 'CAUSE YEAHHH :( maybe it's cause he's touch starved, or maybe it's just because he loves you That Much, but something about it just magnetizes him to you. especially if you work together, he's more than eager to bump shoes with you under the round table or sit by your side on the jet :') kisses in the SUV before going into the field Just In Case

[poppy-metal]

need your thots on ex!jordan (or toxic!ballet au after the tribbing incident) calling ur name when going at it with a diff person. living rent free in their (my) mind frr.

- 🐞

i feel very good about it, we SHOULD be haunting their every waking thought and ruining every potential relationship or hookup they try to have. it takes jordan out of the moment too, when the fog fades and the girl - or guy - under them rematerializes and they remember its not you. they're quick to call them an uber and get them out, irritated and the buzz of a good orgasm ruined by your image seared into their head. they spend the rest of the night stalking your socials, gritting their teeth when they see you looking happy and smiley, arm looped around some dudebros shoulder - and they wonder if he fucks you as good as they did - knows he doesn't but is still pissed he's been inside you at all.

god, i love ex!jordan. even more when they're the one trying to move on - but they fucking cant. and you dont make it easy, because you cant let them go either. and knowing jordan has a soft spot for you, will always be there for you when it really truly matters, is something you cling to like a lifeline. something you abuse sometimes, on nights when being alone is too hard.

eventually jordan tries to move on with a mutual friend, and you get even more ammo when she comes to you in tears - angry - "why can't you just let them go." and you blink, startled, wondering what she means. she clears it up with, "they said your name. while we were - god. you both are so fucked up."

and it fills you with jealousy and euphoria all at once. you hate the idea of jordan being with anyone, much less someone you both know, but god, it makes you giddy to know they're thinking of you - that they have to think of you - to cum.

you think it might be time to call them. you know they'll answer.

[fangswbenefits]

Miguel trying to keep it together when one of the other male spiders decides to overstep sweet girl's boundaries.

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"Hey, Miguel?"

Miguel tears his eyes away from the screens and looks down to see her standing below the platform. He steps off, already feeling uneasy that she's not smiling like she usually is.

"Hey," he greets softly. "What is it?"

She struggles to put her thoughts into words, then finally takes a breath before asking, "Could... Could you maybe not partner me with James in the lab anymore? He's too touchy for my liking, and I want to make sure I can do my work without someone constantly trying to touch me. Also, the comments that he makes are a bit inappropriate for work."

Sweet girl continues to talk, but Miguel can barely think past the bubbling rage in his body. His hands clench into tight fists, and he feels his claws threatening to protrude.

Someone had touched her and made her uncomfortable. Some asshole is the reason she's not smiling right now, and the mere thought of it made him want to rip something in half.

Rip HIM in half.

"I'm so sorry," he says to her once he snaps out of it. "Thank you for telling me. He won't be returning to the lab."

Sweet girl's shoulders slightly slump in relief. "Where will he be working then?"

"Not here. I did not build this place for people like him."

She still looks tense, so Miguel takes a small step closer to her, his voice lowering to a soft level. "I promise," he says, "he won't even get near you again, let alone touch you again. I'll take care of it while you and Jess handle your mission. You already did enough by telling me. I'll take it from here."

Finally, she gives a gentle and relieved smile. "Thank you, Miguel."

"No problem. Go get some rest, okay? If you need me, just use your watch to get a hold of me."

She nods, gives him a departing wave, and leaves. He waits until she's fully out before heading back up to the platform, furiously typing on his screen and bringing up James' profile.

He won't be returning to HQ.

He'll be lucky if he even returns back to his home universe alive.

- 🐞

HELP! That James dude is D E A D. Literally. Dust.

Miguel would fling him to the damn sun

[neverchecking]

OOOOHHHH hear me out ok do with this what you will:

Warriors has to have like the BIGGEST praise kink yk? Reader tells him he looks pretty? He melts. Reader says he’s doing so good? He’ll do better. Just to hear any praise come from reader’s lips.

But when someone else compliments READER? It’s like a switch is flicked inside Warrior’s head. Someone at the bar a little to fond of reader’s smile? Reader’s laugh? Hoooo boy only hylia herself can save that person now. Warriors would have to drag reader somewhere and pound it into REMIND reader that compliments come from his lips only. If anyone says otherwise? Well, he’ll do what he must.

-🐞

🐞 anon. Your brain is so wrinkled. Every part of this is just *Chef's kiss* I'm hearing you out. He so unused to praise bc his higher ups just told him everything he did was wrong, so to hear he was doing something good from you?

He would take great care in absolutely destroying you for everyone else, the only name on your lips should be HIS and HIS alone Reminding you who you belong to :)

Smut so MDNI!

Smut CW: Possessive (Delusional) Wars. Praise kinks galore

・❥・Wars FOR SURE has the biggest fucking praise kink

・❥・Because let's face it, people tend to hate him. He practically brought upon the war of the Eras (Or that's what they tell him at least) and he's used to people just putting him down constantly.

・❥・And since Cia was attracted more to the power of his soul, she cared very little for who he was as a person. Just would he could provide her.

・❥・And the Captains before him treated him like shit, especially when he was a rookie.

・❥・But you? You had taken up role as a makeshift nurse when the chain had gotten hurt, the only one who braved treating him when he was angry and hurt. And when you did? You had nothing but gentle touches and kind words towards him.

・❥・It wasn't uncommon for you to look at him with starry eyes as you wrapped a gash, fawning over his dexterity on the field and how you had seen him with a sword.

・❥・You would distract him from his pain with honeyed words and praises.

・❥・It was no wonder he fell for you as fast as he did.

・❥・It was like you knew what he needed, exactly when he needed it.

・❥・And when you evolved past just praising his skills on the battlefield and into complimenting the way he had done his hair that day or the way his smile seemed to light up his features or the way you noticed how his eyes showed every one of his emotions?

・❥・He's down bad. Because he's the only one you do this with. So obviously he was the only one you wanted, right?

・❥・This was your way of telling him you like him, right? You were just too shy to come outright with it! That was obviously the case.

・❥・You ignite such a fire beneath him. He aches to impress you. You need someone who can protect you. Who can provide and give you the live you deserve to live.

・❥・He can do that. When he's fighting he's putting a million percent into it, ensuring not even a keese gets near you. When your in a market and he sees your eyes linger on something, he's handing over the rupees without so much as a second thought. He has the money and it's no issue. Not even when you bashfully attempt to wave off his act of affection.

・❥・Just let him take care of you. It would be easier for everyone.

・❥・He realizes, however, that as much as he would like it to be the case, you aren't in a bubble for his eyes only.

・❥・Other, unworthy pests can see you. And some have even dared to talk to you.

・❥・They sing their own compliments about your form or your jewelry, never the things he knows you really care about. They have no clue about your heart, that he fears is too big for this cruel world, or your brain, which works in such incredible ways.

・❥・Which cannot stand.

・❥・He's been dragged out of more than a few bars by Time or Twilight before he can launch himself at the disgraceful traitor that dares to impose on your sanctity.

・❥・That doesn't stop him from tracking this disgrace down and giving him a quick, and much too merciful, death. Anything longer would be delaying the time spent with you and he could already feel his skin itching without your presence.

・❥・ When he gets back, he's already formulating a plan to brand you as his. Because that's what you were.

・❥・You were his and his alone.

・❥・He had no issues dirtying his hands when it came to other parasites trying to impose on his territory, no, the problem came with you.

・❥・Not with anything you did, but you still needed to understand that the only praises you should listen to, come from his lips and his alone.

・❥・He would just have to remind you.

<><><><>

Your chest heaved as War's hands caged your own against the wall. The mirror in front of you fogged quickly as your hot breaths painted it with a misty sheen. You could barely see his blond hair as he gripped your hips, hips crashing with yours over and over again.

You couldn't exactly pinpoint what had gotten him so riled up, but he could.

He had taken you to a darling little bakery hidden away in some alleyway and the baker there seemed a little too friendly with you. He had kept offering you other goodies than what you had decided on, on the house he had declared, reaching for and catching your hand when you went to grab the paper bag full of treats. He was insistent on letting you know just how radiant your smile was and how he wouldn't mind seeing it more often.

Drove him absolutely fucking mad.

Wars knew he was...possessive. It was both maddening because he knew what it was like to be chained and locked down by someone too obsessive to be healthy and liberating because you were his. You had chosen to give yourself to him. You had chosen him.

And he would make sure everyone knew it.

The knights that would eye you every time you came to visit, the council members that would gawk at you every time he brought you with him to visit Artemis, the servants that would hesitate when it came to leaving your bathroom, and that fucking baker who didn't understand you were taken. That you were his.

But he'd make sure they knew. He would make sure they all knew that he had sunk his talons deep into your psyche. You were his. There was no changing this.

Maybe you could use a nice, big, shiny rock to show everyone you were his.

[coryosmin]

I feel as if Finnick is into skin on skin contact even if it isn't inherently sexual. He'll grab reader when they are halfway through changing and just cuddle them because he likes the warmth of their skin on his! He also loves scar worshipping.

-🐞

oh definitely!! he just likes the feeling of warmth. it provides a comfort and allows himself to know that he is grounded and not alone.

[saotoru]

the most recent ask from 🐯 anon got me thinking thoughts... what about all of those at the same time? :P

leon coming home from work while you're sitting lazily on the couch, so he comes and sits between your thighs. at first hes watching your show with you, however when you rest your head on his shoulder you realize that hes so squirmy ..? in the end he tells you that was just soo pent up all day at work today but was too embarrassed to tell you!! how cute!!

so, like any good partner would do, of course you tease him saying how hes so naughty thinking of you all day while trying to do his job? wooow what a whore <3. but of course he's your whore, so he ends up with his pants + boxers off shirt unbuttoned hands ALL over his chest. soon enough you're jerking him off without even moving from your original seat (bc leon :( i'm just so tired from waiting for you all night D: OHHHH LAWWWDDD SEDATE ME)

does this even make sense? idk its my late night ramblings again... - 🐞

(loved the brittany broski reference from the last ask btw LOL she's literally the spokeswoman of being insane over fictional men)

OH GOOD GOD YOU ALWAYS KILL ME!!!

wahhh sitting on the couch w him resting against your chest after a long day :( hes so needy but doesn’t know how to say it. fidgets in your arms, nuzzles his cheek against yours until you finally ask why he’s moving so much. he’s still shy to admit it but then he feels your hands slide beneath his shirt and up his waist and soon you’re playing with his nipples :( you definitely won’t get a straight answer out of him now, the only noise he can make is a sharp inhale through gritted teeth while you pinch and thumb them. he’s nearly forgotten all about his day or what even happened before being in your lap like this—that is, until your hands fall away from his chest. suddenly he can talk again, but only to beg; i couldn’t—i couldn’t stop thinking about you today. please, just wanna feel good. want you to make me feel good, please please please.

soon you’re lifting his shirt overhead and slipping off his pants and now he’s fucking naked. the feeling of your clothes on his back only serves as a reminder of just how embarrassing this is and leon’s secretly grateful he’s not facing you otherwise you’d see just how hot his face feels. it only grows worse when you’re whispering in his ear, asking him to show you what he was fantasizing about all day. that’s when he’ll guide your hand down to his cock, lets you feel how it’s leaking and throbbing and aches so damn much. ‘s been like this all day he whines. thought about you sitting on my face and it wouldn’t go away. he’s so impatient too, humping himself in your palm, hand holding yours as he guides you to jerk him off :( and who would you be to not start pumping him slowly, licking his neck, and telling him what a pretty slut he is for being horny all day :( he can’t help but whimper at that but he can’t even complain because this exactly what he wanted! all he can do is clutch your wrist sooo tight as you jerk him off. he won’t stop squirming and cums so fucking much when you wrap an hand around his neck and squeeze <33 he just wants to be your boytoy </3

[desires-of-chain]

Ok ok, it’s 3am but LISTEN THO HEAR ME OUT. This might already have been done but may I present: THIGH RIDING WITH FIERCE??? I mean…have you seen this man’s THIGHS in all the official art??? This brain rot won’t leave me alone so I leave you with this:

He can’t help but growl has he feels you clamp your legs around his thigh. His hands on your hips, your slick making the glide easy as he pulls and pushes you back and forth.

“Relax, my moon,” he rumbles, pressing his lips to your temple as you shudder and hold his shoulders in a clawed grip. When you don’t listen (either because of overstimulation or hesitation) he abandons your hips and instead pushes your knees apart, gripping them like a drowning man would a lifeline, and using them as leverage to grind you against his thigh.

“Good girl~” he murmurs as he feels your pussy twitch against him, more slick spilling out of you as you come for who knows how many times (I mean, who’s keeping count?). He catches your lips in a languid kiss, relishing in how you gasp and pant against him.

“Now, how many more do you have for me, my moon?”

—🐞anon if it hasn’t been taken

ommggggggggggg PLEASE I JUST WANNA RIDE THIS DEITY THIGH! He's gon have reader sore and mindfucked by the time he's done.

[plutodexay]

i wanna cuddle with sapnap and give him a lot of kisses like all over his face mwah mwah mwah he deserves it sm

🐞

He does deserve it.

After a long stream he would come lay next to you exhausted head on your shoulder as you scrolled through tiktok. Soon you would place your phone down, grabbing his hand that was laying across your stomach and bringing it to your lips, pressing small kisses into his knuckles causing the dopey smile to appear on his face.

He would be slightly confused but happy none the less. Turning to see your face as you kept kissing his hand, but once he moved your attention would move onto his newly available face. Taking your hands and grabbing his head to keep it still before pressing soft kisses against his nose and lips, pulling a giggle out of him egging you on.

Hearing the giggles would make you turn the kisses from sweet to silly, instead of soft and light you would start kissing him hard and sloppy on his cheeks moving all around his face with a smile. His hands would lay on yours against his head while his grin only grew, pretending to try and wipe the spit off of him while half ass attempts of the word stop would come through the midst of laughter.

[princessbrunette]

hiiiii princess!! i’ve been a little m.i.a recently but i just wanted to pop in and ask how you’re doing!!

-🐞

that’s ok ladybug !! i’ve been good, doing lots of writing, going abt my usual business. hope you’re doing good too 🩰

[thorniest-rose]

I’m being completely honest when I say this: I actually think that Prism has changed my life. I don’t want this to turn into a trauma dumping session so I’ll try to keep it short. In 2020-2022 I was in an incredibly abusive relationship, both mentally and physically. My ex manipulated and gaslit me, and made me isolate myself from all of my friends. As I’ve never really had a family, I was completely alone apart from him. Our relationship ended in December last year, when my best friend found out I was still living with my abuser (I had lied, and said I was living with an aunt), and came and helped me get all my things so that I could move into her studio apartment with her. She also gave me the courage and support to finally make a report. The trial was last wednesday, and the verdict came today. Since he admitted to everything, and the evidence was so plentiful, he’s going to prison for almost a year.

I’m telling you this, because I need you to know just how important Prism has been for me. When I first read the warning chapter, I thought I wouldn’t even make it halfway through the first chapter, but your portrayal of abuse is so amazingly accurate that I found myself captivated.

Instead of it being triggering for me, as I was initially scared it would be, Prism has been a story that I’ve been able to see myself in. I’ve found myself audibly reacting to lines about how Steve believes Billy’s abuse will cease if he just gets everything right, if he’s not a burden. It hit hard, like a punch to the gut, but settled into a warm feeling not entirely unlike a post workout ache. I want to thank you for your naked and raw portrayal of abuse, and how victims of abuse often believe themselves deserving of the violence. I read, and I see Steve, but I also see myself at nineteen years old, scared, alone and hurt. Knowing that what’s being done to me is wrong, but still believing it to be deserved. Thank you for giving me this opportunity to process and heal my own traumas through an unconventional (but highly effective (and even endorsed by my therapist!)) way. I look forward to reading future chapters and seeing where Steve ends up, if he gets out similarly to how I did.

Perhaps worth mentioning, as I’m writing this I haven’t yet read the newest chapter, as I wanted to save it for after the trial was completely over to treat myself. Judging from some of your asks talking about a certain bathroom scene, chances are I’ll be giggling and kicking my feet before this night is over, dreaming about my own Prism Eddie sweeping me away (kidding… unless..?)).

THANK YOU again!! Love you💞

— 🐞

Hello darling, first of all I want to apologise and say how sorry I am for taking a few days to answer this, I was on a really busy work trip last week. I got back over the weekend and wanted time to devote some time to answering it, but I want you to know that I read this the moment you sent it in and I cried in my hotel room.

When Az and I started Prism, we joked with each other that only five people would read it because of how different and provocative it is, how painful and unpleasant. And it's far exceeded our expectations, but we said if that was the case and only a handful of people read it, it would be okay because the people who'd read it would love it, and if we could touch just one person with our writing, then it would all be worth it.

So reading everything you put in your ask has deeply touched me, it means so much more than fandom popularity, than writing a fic that everyone is talking about, or writing something flashy and superficial that appeals to a mass audience. Knowing Prism has meant so much to you, and has helped you during such a hard time in your life, will have always made the creation of this fic worth it. And all I can say is thank you. Thank you so much for telling me because I feel like this is the dream of any writer. To know their writing has made a difference in someone's life. It's a blessing to write Prism and for you to have found it, my love.

Secondly, I want you to know how incredibly brave I think you are. Abusive relationships are so consuming and they break you down completely, pulling you into their orbit and destroying everything good in your life. It's probably no surprise that Az and I have imbued elements of abusive relationships we've had in the past into Prism, so I can empathise. Honestly, reading what you've been through pulls at my heart. I'm so, so sorry that you went through all of that, for so long, and that you were hurt and manipulated by the one person who should have looked after you. But for you to have the bravery after all that to leave him? And to make a report? To have the courage to stand up to him and see him put behind bars? God, I'm crying writing this now. I'm just so happy and hopeful for you in this next stage of your life without him, and I might not know who you are but I'm thinking about you, and I think you're incredible. You're beautiful and strong and so completely amazing.

There was part of me that wanted to keep this in my inbox for longer and protect it because it's so special, but I knew you deserved an answer. I hope you see this. If you do please let me know.

Thank you for your ask. Thank you, thank you. You, and people like you, have turned the creation of Prism into such a beautiful and life-changing experience <333

[nouearth]

your blog is my absolute favorite! not only do you capture the character's personality well, but you write amazingly!

im also a lover of both angst and fluff, and wow you just write that so beautifully! i think you can remove the "a poorly written male reader blog" in your pinned post because this is by far some of the best written male reader content i've come across ever. genuinely - a bug-loving anon

aw, thank you, thank you! i love getting support messages like these, because it's so incredibly motivating. i'm so glad that you mentioned angst and fluff because i love writing those genres as well. it kind of sucks that not everyone seems to be into them as smut (which i get, LOL) but i appreciate that so much. i've been losing a bit of motivation recently, but this little message raised my spirits quite a bit! <3

haha, you're the second person to tell me that. fine, fine. i will! but in case i have a bad day of writing, don't blame me, ok! i warned you guys!

and i'll gonna call you buggy, anon. you're my buggy from now on. 🤩

[poppy-metal]

you just gave me a place to talk step sibling jordan- i'm not okay.. i can see them using their fem form as an excuse to do things that wouldn't usually pass under the radar like sleeping together, trying on clothes in the same changing stall EVEN SHOWERING TOGETHER OMG

- 🐞

100% on the sharing a bed together - nd the shower.... oof. they come in quick under the guise of needing a quick shower because they have practice early and you always take long ass showers. just sliding the door open and stepping in, rolling their eyes at your shocked squeak and the way your arms come up to cover your wet tits. "oh, chill the fuck out out. we've got the same bits - scootch over i need the water."

and you're so flustered, stepping back at their command on instinct just open mouthed. jordan in fem!form is.... beautiful to say the least. her tits are perfect, firm and full, settled on her chest. nipples soft due to the steam in the room, pale skin like porcelain - they turn to let the water run over their hair and now you're looking at their ass. the muscles in the backs of their taught tighs, broad shoulders with sharp shoulder blades. you feel funny.

"you could have knocked..." you grumble, reaching for your favorite strawberry scented body wash, looking away from their body.

jordan turns to face you again, rubbing shampoo through their hair and now you're aware of their eyes on your body. "you're a hot water hog. I'm not about to freeze my tits off because you aren't used to sharing, princess."

you lather the body wash in your hands, hesitating because their eyes are still on you. you feel them on your breasts, sliding down your navel, to the space between your thighs. your face heats hands coming to cup over your pussy.

"you're bare?" they say is so bluntly, eyes trained down even though you're hiding it now.

"dont look!" you hiss, squirming. "it - it feels better this way." you try not to glance down at their own cunt, but you cant help it - a thick thatch of hair rests between their legs. you swallow and look away, dont know why your inner walls clench. "can you just hurry up. this is weird."

they do. the encounter leaves you confused and flustered. and jordan.... well. they have no material to jerk off to. the sight of your bare pussy - your pretty little tits. the shy way you cowered against the shower wall. and they dont bother to keep quiet either. room right next to yours, you could easily overhear if you pressed your ear to your wall, the sounds of their grunts and the slick glide of their hand over their cock. tight curses hissed through teeth, and if you really listen you might even hear your name said.

[fangswbenefits]

reader texting miguel while he's at work "hey there's a spider on the living room wall :)" and bam! it's a photo of their baby in a spider suit onesie smiling while using their sticky fingers to climb the wall. the joke is so ridiculous that miguel absolutely cannot stop himself from laughing. peter and jess are confused but happy to see that he's laughing.

-🐞

Please………. this……. SOMEONE GIVE THAT MAN A BABY

[grace122]

currently wanting to give dream head, like anything for you daddy

-🐞

thinking about giving him head while he edits a youtube video, he’d make little grunts and moans as he tries to focus but it always ends in him abandoning the project and leaning back to watch you suck him off “just like that, yeah there you go take it all” 🫠🫠

[webslingingslasher]

Okayy so this is the first time I write to you, but I’ve been lurking for quite awhile haha. But i have been thinking about this for the last few days, and I feel like I needed to share lol

So I’m autistic, and I deal quite a bit with sensory overload, in connection to sèx. Sometimes after sèx that was like particularly good, my brain’s only way to regulate all the sensory stuff, is crying. And I’ve had a few bad experiences with that. Because obviously crying right after sèx is pretty concerning to the other person lmao.

Idk if this makes sense lol, but I just feel it in my bONES that frat!peter would handle Trouble crying bc sensory overload during sèx so well. Like he would be so sweet and caring. But at the same time, he would be so smug(!) about being so good in bed, that he made trouble cry lmaoooo

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no wait ur so right.

'i know my dick is good but i didn't know it was tear worthy.'

'my brain is melting and fuzzy. help.'

'cuddles? water? snack? shower? bath? tv? asmr? what aftercare do you require, my princess?'