#anon:🕷️

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! Imagine Gabi asking her Mama if she'll ever get big boobs like her lol Miguel is hiding behind his palm dying of stifled laughter. Mama is flustered and just explains the best "Maybe" she can lol

Im 💀 with this one jsksjksjs

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As curious as a certain cute little monkey she was, Gabriela couldn't help but stare at your chest as you finished feeding her brother to then put him on his crib.

"Mama?"

"Yes, baby?"

Miguel had arrived from work and kissed you both a hello.

"Will I have big boobs as well?"

Miguel rubbed his face to hide his mirthful mouth underneath. One thing he had noticed was Gabi making the most random questions at the most randoms of times, leaving you for little to no time for rebuttals.

You couldn't help but feel a bit self conscious at the size of your breast, a dumb feeling really. Gabi of course was growing, and the more questions she asked, the more she felt intrigued about many things, mostly were insightful questions that actually left you thinking.

"W-Well, uh... maybe."

"Why maybe?"

"It's complicated, honey. But... given our genetics it's probable."

"Will they hurt?"

You stared at Miguel, a subtle glance asking for help.

"Maybe."

Her face turned concerned.

"I'm not saying this to scare you, baby, but, having big boobs isn't always fun"

"They look pretty though."

"Very pretty" Miguel mumbled from the doorframe and you couldn't help but fluster even more.

"I know baby. But-"

"Are they heavy?"

"Y-Yeah. But you still have a lot of time before they come out. So don't worry, ok?"

"Can I have a bra?"

"Alriight, that was enough questions for mami. Wanna help me to cook, solecito?"

She nodded and went to the kitchen. You threw a pillow at Miguel

"Really?!" he chuckled and kissed you.

"I'll make your favorite as an apology, ok?"

"Just... Don't make it too spicy, please."

[killakalx]

— Master list ;;

notes ;; all headcanons/short answered asks for characters are under their respective tags (ex. dick grayson hcs are found under ‘kali ;; dg’), and all claimed anon emojis are listed in the tags of this master list. As of July 2024, All of these works are 18+//MDNI

— dick grayson

drunk in love

mirror sex

first time w/ bsf!dick

jealous!reader

just overstim

face fucking

bsf!dick makes you squirt

jealous bsf!dick

bsf!dick, sloppy seconds

fratboy!dick grayson/1k celebration

eating you out while otp

stoner!dick grayson

fucked before your flight

bsf!dick jerking off <3

— jason todd

nasty wall sex w/ ak!jason (cw: gunplay)

pheromone oil driving him insane

sleepy sex blurb

mean/rough sex

brat taming w/ ak!jason (cw:gunplay)

using his hands as restraints

rough choking w/ ak!jason

sneak peek at my wips

— misc.

triple threat (dick, jason & roy)

batcat x reader threesome

jealousy with jason & dick

breeding kinks w/ jason & dick

threesome hcs (dick, jay, bruce, roy, terry)

happy pride month to me :)

[princessbrunette]

Rafe interacting with babies would be so funny 😭 like he would absolutely have no clue how to handle himself -🕷️

and the thing is babies always looooove people who don’t gaf. esp cos he’s so tall and big they’d probably toddle over to him wanting to be lift up in order to feel safe and happy. he’d be all reluctant and pick the baby up holding it at arms length and calling it ‘sticky’ but then randomly having a really good instinct for how babies operate ?? 😭 the baby would get all upset and fussy and without skipping a beat he’d be like “shes hungry. that’s why she’s sticking her tongue out.” and everyone would just be like ??? and he’d be right ????

if you’re babysitting a baby together for a relative of yours or something he’d definitely be forming his own experiments to see how he feels about having a baby. he’d walk around the kitchen with the baby on his hip quietly talking and complaining about stuff out loud to her. as soon as you’re done babysitting he’d be like “alright, you wanna make of those things?”

[2tarbell]

happy birthday!! could i get vanilla birthday cake with crybaby!reader and “she’s so pretty, she still looks like an angel while i’m doing the most depraved and ungodly things to her”

- 🕷️ (if it’s available)

MEAN!RAFE + CRYBABY!READER ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

participate in my bday celebration!!!

“good girl, right there, yeah?”

the drooling sounds of crybaby’s cunt swallowing the length of her boyfriend filled her frilly room. the baby blue decor seemed to judge her — being ruined in a space that was so precious. she could feel the beady eyes of her stuffed animals watching them. it should’ve felt wrong, but nothing wrong could make her feel so good.

the sex was always great with rafe. she thought he was heaven sent, so good with that mouth and seemingly all knowing when it came to her body. he knew all the spots to drag out animalistic whines and pearly tears from her.

it was all nasty words and sobs that filled the space. rafe’s large hands guided her movements roughly, pushing her to ride him in a way he liked. the realization that she was being used for his pleasure made crybaby clench around him. he rewarded her with a buck of his hips.

she mewled at the feeling, the sensation of him nudging her cervix making the tears fall harder and faster. fingers scratched at his toned chest, searching for any kind of stability.

“daddy, i— i can’t—“

a sting to her tear-stained cheek caused a choked sob to fall from her kiss bitten lips. the slap wasn’t even that hard — rafe tutted and gripped her chin, pulling her face down to his. body pliable and melting into him, her head all muddy from the contact of his palm to her cheek.

“yeah? you done, baby? tell me to stop.” he whispered, almost a threat. like he was daring her to back out.

but he knew her too well; silence broken by her little sniffles was all the response he got. those wet eyes stared at him pleadingly and pitifully. she wouldn’t say it — even if she had a gun to her head. too cock drunk to even function.

a wicked smirk etched its way onto rafe’s handsome features, resuming dragging her back and forth on his cock with her jaw still tightly in his grasp. her lips parted in a silent whine, he kissed her open mouth hotly.

“s’what i thought. you need this shit, huh? don’t fuckin’ tell me you can’t—”

she was a mess above him. hips canting when his tip kissed that perfect little spot, beginning to black out as stars dotted her vision. or maybe that was just the tears and mascara coating her lashes.

the sight had rafe pulsing inside of her, eyes flickering over her whole face and trying to commit her expression of pure ecstasy to memory. so beautiful.

his breath was ragged, a gravel texture to his voice that gave crybaby goosebumps, “love you… like an angel while ‘m doing dirty shit t’you. fuckin’… depraved and ungodly shit.”

she was hiccuping and writhing, almost to the precipice of that little death. from the way his navel continuously bumped her puffy clit. the pressure just right, his gaze so intense, his hands so rough—

crybaby came with a sob, babbling dumbly through ‘thank you’s and ‘i love you’s. her body was shivering and trying to squirm away from the blond boy. rafe caught her, working her through the sensations patiently. he pushed her onto her back and settled back into her warmth, pussy eagerly accepting his hard length with a squelch.

“get your lamb, there you go, atta girl—“

a soft white stuffed lamb was thrusted into her arms, limbs like jelly but clinging to the familiar source of comfort. her tears soaked into the plush of the animal and she bit the ear to muffle the choked cries that involuntarily left her mouth.

her pathetic little head lolled to the side into his forearm, nose nuzzling the warm skin. listening to the muffled sounds of his grunts and praises. she could feel him in her stomach — hazy eyes floating down to where they’re connected. a creamy ring collecting around his base and creating even worse sounds.

but crybaby couldn’t find it in herself to care anymore. their gazes connected and she felt the pleasure build once more. one objective on her mind:

it can’t get more ungodly than letting him fill her to the brim.

[fcthots]

omg i missed u !?! im glad to see ur inbox open again ! even if its jst for a little bit lol i hope ur doing well ^_^

ur the only one who can satiate my jason brainrot so i present u: jason n belly bulges

i bet he loves it when he can see himself inside of u 🥸 like seeing ur stomach have a little bulge from where hes fucking you n he just loves to stare at it and watch as he fills u up 

-🕷️

EHJFGEJ SCALING MY WALLS

He's been edging you for almost 30 minutes. You're begging and whining, and of course he'll eventually deliver, but first he wants to make you need it. He wants to drive you mad with how badly you need him. Wants to see you lose your words.

But you're about there. You brain is failing you and you can't quite get your mouth to cooperate with what you wanted it to say. The only thing you can get out is pitiful little noises (and curse words) that make Jason smile.

He slowly, painfully slowly, drags his cock in and out of you again. You whine when he leaves it there with no way for you to get the friction you crave. He laughs at the noise you make and coos.

He grabs your hand and presses it over your stomach, hard enough for you to feel it everywhere. He groans. He holds your hand in place, dragging his cock in and out one more time, just as slowly as before. Your breath is shaky. "Aw. D'you feel that, baby? Yeah?" His smilingly grows wider went you can't get your body to cooperate enough to be able to respond. "Tell you what. You wanna cum, pretty baby?"

You let out a noise that vaguely sounds like "Ah. Yes. Fuck. Please."

"Then leave your hand there. Wanna make sure you can feel what I do to you. Make sure you know how far I am inside you. No one else can make you feel like that, huh?" His thrusts don't build up. They start off at a merciless pace and stay that way. "You like the way I fill you up, baby? The way I make you so full you can't think?" He laughs when you can't find the words. "Shh, pretty. Don't think. Just feel."

[schlattsdoll]

Can we pretty pretty please get some Poly!tedschlatt with free use hc??

Also can I be 🕷️ anon??

minors dni

fem! reader

it's v hard to act out free use when you're all in your respective living locations, but when one of them goes to visit the other (or chuckle week happens) they make damn sure to bring you along.

one of them (schlatt.) insists you wear only skirts and dresses for easy access. he's the same one who's the first to take advantage of his rule.

when they're just hanging out, lazily laying across their laps, one of them occupying your mouth while the other plays with you.

ted, surprisingly, takes advantage of this more than schlatt does, having you sit under his desk as he edits and take care of brand deals. "such a good girl for me sweetheart..." he'd smile and run his hand through your hair while you smile up at him.

schlatt walking in asking ted if he's seen you, and then you reveal your location, after ted shifts, making you gag on him.

"shit, gonna keep doll in new york and do that constantly now.."

[c3berus]

Kia ora! Are you able to write about 141 having tall!reader bf. What was their initial reaction when they first met Him? Besides, it’s quite hard to find someone when you’re too tall😔😔.

(I’m 6’5🥲. sorry if some of the words don’t make sense, had to just guess some the words, English ain’t my first language)

Can I be 🫀anon?

OF COURSE! WELCOME 🫀ANON. TALL PEOPLE UNITE!

they met you when you all had to work together to catch some terrorist. they all sat around the table, silently chatting with each other at a meeting waiting to meet you. and when you walked in lets say you were definitely a nice surprise. From the way you slightly had to tilt your head to enter the room to in johnnys words you walked like your dick hurt to carry.

they were immediately interested in you.

simon was particularly bothered by it but not mad at it. he liked how you looked down and titled your head at any words he spoke. or when you would brush your hands over his waist to get by him. it left him wanting you more.

kyle insisted you worked out with him so he could yander at your muscles. he’d ask if you could workout with him as an added weight which eventually would turn into you fucking him into the sparing mat, roughly pushing his head into the sparring mat with the sounds of your dick bullying into him.

johnny wasn’t even the tiniest bit ashamed of the way he’d feel you up and stare you down. he’d make comments on how you hand to be some type of giant, or how you shouldve went to wrestling. if you’re above him in rank, he’d come into your office and situate himself on your lap despite your series of ‘not now’s’ and ‘im busy’s’ and put your hand into his pants letting you feel how riled up and leaky he was for you and he whined into your ear about how he wanted you to have him.

and price, the ever so sweet price, he’d try to be respectful he’d greet you with coffee or tea, he’d cook you dinner on base and let you sit in his office as you worked on reports but nothing up above would help him when he trailed his eyes to your dick in the joined base showers. he didn’t even think he’d need any help the way you were fucking the pleas out of him like you were his god.

and let you have a particularly raspy and deep voice?? they’re squirming in their chairs.

if you harbored a bit of broken English?? they didn’t mind, in fact simon often teased you about it like the little shit show he was. you’d often bite back saying something about brits back.

BUT what really sealed the deal for them was how protected and secure you made them feel.

you remembered when ghost ordered a recruit to explain why he was late and the recruit gave some half assed excuse why, before marching off like a little shit and giggling with his lads about why he was actually late. you overheard it was because he was being a creep trying to hit on the female recruits. they didn’t notice that you had heard their entire conversation. until it was time to dismiss and you called him back, forcing him to push his body to the absolute limit. that soon earned him the call sign mute because everytime you were present he wouldn’t utter a single word.

[jinnie-ret]

silent cry

seo changbin x female!reader

genre: descriptive angst that turns into sickeningly sweet fluff at the end

content warnings: depressive tendencies implied, dependency

word count: 1.2k

summary: she hid her thoughts and struggles to not burden her boyfriend, but he catches her in tears

requested: 🕷️anon

this may have veered off slightly off of what the original request was but I hope you still enjoy! I loved writing this one, feel rly proud of it :)

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It was a hard thing to navigate sometimes, emotions. Often she felt as if something was wrong with her. Why couldn't she embrace and confront those sadder, darker feelings, when the love of her life was someone who championed every little thing she did?

Changbin was smart, intuitive, and incredibly aware of how those around him felt. His empathy, pureness and generosity was something many couldn't comprehend, so it was no surprise he had many idol friends. The level of extraordinary observation he carried only increased tenfold when he was with her.

But being without him, it was a different story. To be without him, cast a darkness over the sun that was coming out of hiding, and bringing warmth to her days. To be without him, was to snuggle up into bed, alone, and wrap herself tightly in crumpled blankets to try and imagine his arms encompassing her safely as she entered a dreamlike state. To be without him, was a nightmare that rattled her bones as cries wracked through her body in the early hours of the morning.

To be without him, was to live a life where she couldn't be.

Some may say it's dramatic. How could someone solely depend on another so much that they felt as if they had lost a part of them when they were not together? The answer wasn't simple. Anyone could have their own interpretation of the situation, but what really mattered was the way that their souls had intertwined and formed a love so strong and unbreakable.

That love would stretch a lot of the time. The distance that existed when she was apart from Changbin taunted her, tugging her heart towards where it belonged. Yes, maybe her heart didn't belong in a Stray Kids fanmeeting, or a tour around the world, but it was meant to be with him. Changbin knew it too. He just didn't know the extent of how bad things were getting because his partner had mastered the skill of presenting a facade through texts, video calls... you name it.

There were other things going on in her life, there always were, and he had helped her understand what was happening and how she could healthily support herself. She was struggling to wrap her brain around everything however, when she didn't have her lifeline next to her. Instead, she was holed up in their shared bedroom, aimlessly scrolling through her phone in attempt to divert and distract her mind. So much so, that when Changbin had arrived home early to surprise her, she didn't really believe it.

Perhaps it was a fever dream?

"Hey honey," Changbin cooed gently as he entered the dark room, weakly lit by the brightness of her phone and the dying bulb of the salt lamp they had. Damn, he needed to replace that soon. There were other things he needed to worry over first though.

She didn't respond. Her spiraling that had occured with his absence was clear to see. Curtains and blinds shut. Dirty dishes. Clothes strewn across the floor where, hey, at least she had been able to change into something different.

"Jagi?" Changbin whispered lightly, now crouched down next to her by the bed as he knelt on the floor, not quite touching her yet as he didn't want to overwhelm her. He was good like that, knowing exactly how she worked.

Again, no response. In truth, she felt that tug on her heart and knew he was there, but something within her, like a subconscious turning of cogs, fueled a robotic motion of continuing to fixate onto her phone.

"I'm here now," Changbin whispered, thick fingers delicately smoothing across her knee as he waited patiently for her to be ready.

And just like that, her phone was now beside her as she gazed ahead of her, no eye contact made yet but the twitches of her thumbs without nothing to hold, and the way her lips pursed together to stop anything from escaping her gave away some telltale signs to Changbin that she really had been going through it.

"That's it, I'm here," Changbin's deep, husky voice unleashed the floodgates as tears streamed down her face, chest stuttering with it's normal rhythm as she refused to let any sobs echo between the walls. His hands connected with hers, squeezing gently.

"I hate how much I miss you," she attempted to whisper, but with the lump in her throat rising the turmoil she had been facing revealed itself.

"Oh honey," Changbin felt himself tearing up but he calmed himself in order to remain stable for her. That's just what he was. A reliable pillar for her weight to rest against as he pulled her against him, joining her in bed and cradling her tenderly.

"I don't know why-" she cried, hands resting at his lower back and she desperately clutched onto him, squeezing the soft fabric of his black hoodie to tell herself he was here. She was safe. She was ok. And with him, all of the stress would alleviate and float away. With him, the fogginess that clouded her judgement would leave. With him, her silent cries that were cruelly locked away, could be unleashed and heard.

"I've got you, it's ok, I'm with you, and I'm here now, ok?" Changbin's lips pressed a kiss into her hairline, as he relished this moment of having her with him too.

"I wish I wasn't like this. I just... I need you. Always. Some days it's just harder," she sniffled, bravely shifting into his arms to climb over the walls she had built around her and finally stare into his eyes. The very ones that made her putty.

"Those days will get better. When you let go, when you can let everything out, it feels better, right?" Changbin rested his head against her, searching, scanning for anything she'd try to hide. He found comfort that there were no signs of caged thoughts being left unsaid.

"It does. You're right. You always are," she nodded ever so slightly, as not to break this close intimacy she was receiving, what she had craved for these past two weeks.

"Mm, aren't you lucky?" Changbin smirked but without any trace of joking or performative arrogance.

"I am, I'm so lucky. Sometimes it doesn't feel real that you're here with me, because I can't even comprehend that, like... That I'm with you," she said with utmost sincerity lacing her words.

"Aigoo, this is why I like to hear what's on your mind. My honey is so good with her words," Changbin chuckled, nuzzling his nose against hers, smiling brightly when he heard a giggle that came straight after his.

"I'm not," she protested, looking down.

"No, don't do that, I need your pretty eyes in my sights," he tilted her head up.

"Gonna cost you," she joked. There it was, the warmth was back. The light was back, despite the cave like lighting in the room. He could so easily bring out that side of her, and help her to forget about her struggles and simply exist around him, being her true authentic self. He helped her to be.

"Yah! I shouldn't have to pay!"

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[rubiehart]

was chewing my pen the other day and it exploded in my mouth, my friend told me l have an oral fixation cause I'm always chewing on things and that it always gets me into shit.

I denied it but now I think about it most of my stupid situations + 1 or 2 near death experiences have been due to me putting stupid shit in my mouth

which brings me to my question, what do you think jj is like with a reader who has an oral fixation?

-🕷️

oooo he’d love that i’m afraid.

he’s not like john b though he wouldn’t be taking it out of your mouth n correcting you but he’s definitely making jokes all the time like “y’wanna put somethin else in there?” infront of your friends n you just curl into him all embarrassed like omg shut up really. but low-key feel like he has one two cuz toothpick scene (even though that might’ve just been to make him look sexy, not complaining either way!!)

cant think of any others but there is definitely more examples of that for him. overall he’d love it though it’d turn him onnnnnn!

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! The wife having a rather...pleasant dream, and when she wakes up she finds a meaty treat all sprung up and ready to suck. Miguel's morning wood. She frees him and gets to work. Kissing his tip, rolling her tongue on his shaft. She practically inhales the thing.

Miguel wakes up and ooooh he sure loves what he sees. It reminds him of their younger days. When she was shameless and he was railing her whenever where ever. He pets her hair and lowers her head further down his cock. Praising her. Talking about how she makes him feel and such.

When he gets close to the finish he starts going off about how he's going to fuck her open for doing this to him. Maybe put another baby in her.

The wife is all excited, now she's reminded of how shameless Miguel was back then. She gets all embarrassed and keeps sucking and slurping until he finishes down her throat 🤭

It's Miguel's turn to get spoiled 🤭.

NSFW undercut

Dreams were something you didn't indulge talking about too much given the randomness of said events. You'd often dream about funny yet strange things that absolutely meant no sense.

Miguel only laughed when you told them about it. But this one in particular had your mind going and your body reacting in such delicious ways.

Hard nipples, soft pants and soaked panties. Your eyes fluttered open and the first thing coming into view was Miguel. Your husband. A sense of pride invaded you everytime you saw the golden band around your fingers.

He was yours and you were his. Sometimes you'd marvel at the fact that you had tamed this 6'9" man. You kissed his neck softly and smirked, sauntering your hands over his body. To your luck, his morning wood had rose, trapped in his pants, in dire need to be free.

Licking your lips, you slowly removed the sheets out of him, hunger made your hands tremble and mouth to water as you let his cock unleashed from it's confinements. The appendage stood tall and proud, fat eight and a half inches waiting for you to do something.

Miguel stirred and sighed, a hand rested on his eyes, preventing the direct light to hit him in the eyes. Your hands took a hold of him, pumping a few times before you kneeled in between his long and we'll worked thighs.

Plump lips kissed his tip, to then trail downwards his base. The feathery touches made his hand to clench and soft groans rasped in his throat. Low and needy.

Smirking, you licked his tip, savoring him, to then taking him in. A satisfied groan from you. One hand stimulated his base as the other one enticed him further by dragging nails softly on his hips and inner thighs. His mouth came gently ajar as you worked his cock.

Your tongue swirling definitely had woken him up. Sleepy and droopy eyes stared down at you to finally widen as you took him deeper. His chest heaved and his fist clenched ontop of his head. It was so mesmerizing to you how his body came out in natural poses worthy of a God, and of course you were all for the worship.

"Qué maravilla."

His breath hitched again as you focused on his tip, the squelching and sloshing noises your lips made his eyes close, relishing the moment. A genuine smile on his lips

"Wouldn't mind to be woken up like..." He choked and laughed softly, "Mierda... mi amor you're... you're so good."

"Hm?" Eyes fluttered at him, visual contact was one of his favorite things you'd learned through the years you've know him.

"Keep going, feels fucking good" He rasped as his hands rested ontop of your head, caressing softly your hair, but tensed as your mouth worked harder. Teeth grazed his skin, ever softly just enough to earn a shudder from him.

"A-Así. Justo así" (Just like that)

His hands took a hold of your hair, fisting it between his knuckles and guided your head at the pace you had picked up. Fingertips massaged your scalp as he continued bobbing your head. Your hands squeezed his hips.

"Por Dios, cariño..." He half laughed and half grunted as you took him deeper, throat muscles constricting around his moist cock. Eyes clenched for a second as his head was thrown back for a moment. His body in override.

"Show me what that mouth can do, mi amor."

His voice hoarse, full of that lust only you knew to spark in him.

Smirking you released him with a pop to immediately engulfing him again. The whole scenario reminded him the time you gave him a blowjob in his car, a couple of days after you had shared your first time together. You were so shameless and he was nervous that someone would catch you. That didn't stopped you from milking him and him teasing you afterwards.

"Yes..." He hissed while bucking his hips against your mouth, pushing a bit deeper into you. Jaw muscles relaxed, allowing him to have easier access to your throat. Your worship was slow but knew how to trigger his delicious reactions.

"Te voy a..." He choked at the last suck, "Te voy a coger bien bien, por andar jugando así conmigo" (I'll fuck you so damn good for toying with me like that)

Your ears perked up and you giggled, excitement growing as your bobbing and suckling turned sloppier and meaner. His shudering moans turned erratic as you guided him to his eventual peak

"Capaz y te hago otro chamaco de nuevo." (Might put a baby inside again)

His mouth gaped, his sharp cheeks flushed, chest heaved and muscles twitched. He groaned as you gagged him completely. Your name was hissed through gritted teeth as he came, he held your head in place; your nose nuzzled at his happy trail, making sure you'd take every drop of him.

He put a strand behind your ear, not letting that to stop you from kissing his tip again to then lick your lips clean while you swallowed with a satisfied smile.

"Yummy"

"Vente pa'ca" (C'mere)

You squealed as he pulled you towards him. Maybe it was time to go for the third O'Hara.

[taurder]

hi i'm the anon who asked abt spider-noir. anyways can i get him x male reader with praise/degradation & overstim? like noir is begging to be fucked and then he can't take it and reader is like "i thought this is what you wanted" 🤭if thats too much, feel free to ignore. thank u xx

top!dom!reader x bottom!sub!spider-noir.

contains: overtism, praise and degradation, anal (character receiving) and much grabbing at skin, established relationship between reader and spider-noir.

note: i really like overtism and i hope i delivered something you'll like, anon. feel free to ask for more with spider-noir!

you know peter has had a rough week when he doesn't want to talk at all the moment he gets home, and just demands for your undivided attention with several attacks of desperate kisses from his now uncovered mouth. his demands of course won't come at the form of words at first, instead his enthralling body will slowly get you in the mood he wants you to be. you were busy, actually helping him with a case and about to let him know about a dead end, but the thought is secondary now that he has you against a wall, his hips already grinding into you and he finally yanks off his mask all the way from his face.

"need you" his hair is a mess after the rapid take off of his mask, but his lips are inviting and you go along with his movements. he means what he just said and lets you know by taking off his trenchcoat, already undoing his belt and kicking his shoes off without your help. he doesn't care about just letting all his clothes fall onto the floor as long as you keep devouring his mouth into yours, pulling soft little moans from his throat. the only item he has seen to threat differently was his fedora, which you didn't notice at what point was thrown into the couch, landing perfectly there.

his hands are already hurring up to undo the buttons in his vest when you pull him by the waist, turning so you can press him down in the wall now. he gasps, content even if he gives you a scoff for the interruption of the kiss, and you make it up to him by getting your leg in-between his. he keens, legs parting to give you more space as he pulls you closer to him. "really really need you to fuck me" he adds, and the semi-hard he grinds into your thigh is enough confirmation. your hands undo his buttons, throwing the vest right on top of his coat. by this point he's putting a rhythm to the way he shamelessly grinds into your leg, but you don't mind while your hands go under his sweater and undershirt, feeling him up from the abs to his chest.

he gets more worked up, because you love touching him in a way that makes every part of his body heat up from your fingers caressing imaginary lines, or how you unexpectedly grab at his skin, putting pressure into his pectorals or abs, but what he likes more is when you pinch him. his whole body shivers when your thumb and middle finger grab at his nipple, hard. "fuck– can you..?" your other hand squeezes at his side, leaving his skin slightly red. his voice gets huskier and even more grave as the minutes pass and you can't even act surprised when he suddenly tenses up and moans high, pressing his own body into your hands as his clothed dick cums inside his boxers. you feel wetness against your thigh.

"did you just cummed by grinding into me like a dog?" he seems embarrassed, but not overly so to not look at you, a spark in his blown pupils. "well if you're done i guess we should.." "Nonono, no, I want more, please fuck me. I didn't thought I would cum just by– well" so it'll be one of those nights. you like a part of them, the part you get to hear him beg and moan, but you're not a fan of what it means. he needs to feel something right now, and he needs it to be pleasure more than pain. "you sure?" you ask, as you always do, and he nods and kisses you, his face growing warmer near yours.

and so you take him to the bedroom, taking time in preparing his hole before you rail him while he's watching you, pulling his spread legs wide for you, his hands jerking his own member as you avoid his prostate in every thrust. "look at you, leaking again even if you cummed already" he takes it as a challenge, and even if his expression shifts slightly to a frown he speeds up his movements. "fuck. yeah, make yourself messy for me twice" you try matching the way he's moving his hand up and down to the way you fuck him. you pull out just middle way, getting properly deep when his hand does a little circled motion in his tip to spread the pre into the rest of his member.

"more, agghh. i can take more, please" his usually deep voice is starting to crack into something higher, needy, and so you slide your hands up his sides, getting his turtle neck in the middle of his glistening torso. you grab his skin there, hard, your left one going slightly down to squeeze at his ass, making him whine and do the same to his own cock. "ah, ah, ah, mmgghh– harder! ah, more" his body goes up and down beautifully with each of your thrusts and in no time he's cumming again. his body tenses up and his eyes close tight for the hard sensation, you can see a fine line of tears running through his temples and into the bed as white ropes of semen paint his abdomen and black sweater, making a great contrast.

"twice already, being spider-man has his perks for a slut like you, huh?" you pat one of his legs that now is hanging in the bed, his eyes are still closed, mouth open to catch more air while he comes down from his orgasm. you get your hands again under his sweater, making it go higher enough for you to see all of his chest, and you grab in each hand his pectorals, hearing him whine. "what? thought you wanted more and more, right?" you push yourself deeper into him, so he can feel your still hard cock. sure enough he moans, but he's frowning and opening his eyes quickly when you grab at his hips now, sliding out of him to turn his body in the bed. he's face down and seems to think you'll let him rest a little, but you guide your cock back into his inviting hole. "that's it, you take me so well each time peter"

"wait– i'm too.. mmmggh" his complain dies when your second thrust goes straight to his prostate. he rests his head sideways and you can see the conflict in his expression. "too soon.. i'm really fucking sensitive i- i can't–" sure he can. you slap one of his ass cheeks and his lower back arches towards your dick, making you smile and hold into his hips. he moans out "stop, stop you'll break me or.."

"break you? you asked for this, love". you make a point by starting out slow, sliding your cock really deep into him and getting almost all the way out in each movement. "said you wanted more even if i was giving it to you, remember?" he doesn't talk back, but you see his hands grabbing the sheets beneath them. "this is what you wanted, am i mistaken?" another two hits into his prostate and his walls squeeze you. that's answer enough for you to go faster, harder. now you're reaching your orgasm, unaware that his sensitive dick grinding in the bed is getting hard from the abuse.

his skin feels hot from where you grab him hard, and if you look at his face you can see his eyes going up in pleasure even if more single tears are getting out. you love seeing his ass bounce in each thrust, the lewd sound it makes each time it makes contact with your skin and it only takes another squeeze from his part to make you cum deep into his hole. his body shivers and you hear him moan again, letting him rest some minutes before you slide out, watching your cum run into his inner thigh. you flip him again, less harshly to help him clean but you encounter the surprise of seeing a wet spot in the bed filled with more cum. peter smiles at you, his voice almost back at his grave nature.

"you made me come three times, you fucker". you laughed a little, getting up in the bed just to kiss him, letting him know you just give him what he wanted. "i know. love you" and the case laid in your table can wait a couple hours more, the crime he bravely fights and the people he shoots and punches can wait also, because you plan to make him feel just as loved as he is for more than three rounds of sex.

[princessbrunette]

ngl jj would straight up bite ur ass. like if u we’re laying on ur belly on the couch in ur little pyjamas he’d lean down n bite that shit. shamelessly like he’s not give a fuck and just bite. With teeth. Just.. yeah 🤷‍♀️ -🕷️

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🤍✧˚.🧁୨୧ ⋅˚₊

it’s the cuteness aggression, i’m telling you! he couldn’t help himself, strolling into the living room to see you laying on your front on the couch watching tv, your lips parted as you stare at the screen, socked feet mindlessly rubbing together where they dangle in the air behind you.

jj was coming in to tell you something funny, but instead settled into a softer mood upon first sight of you, manoeuvring smoothly around the table to reach you, sitting down next to you. you pay him no mind, blinking slowly and intensely at the screen as you listen to the complex storyline of the daytime television show that was occupying the screen. the blonde eyes you, spotting the way your pyjama shorts have ridden up, exposing the peachy globes of your ass.

without much thought, he folds in half to sink his teeth into one of the cheeks, slowly pressing them in until he’s sure there’d be a bite mark. you ignore him at first, blinking as your concentration is interrupted, before wincing, before arching off the couch trying to squirm away with a pained moan.

he pulls away at this, giving the now sore mark a kiss, and then a little slap, making sure to jiggle the meat of it before sitting up again. you turn and look over your shoulder with a confused and unamused pout.

“sorry babydoll i mean it was right there, and hey— it looked at me first okay, i was just fightin’ back.” he rambles as usual and you turn around pushing yourself up to face him. without a single word, you lean forward and latch your teeth to his bicep, satisfying your own urge.

even now, your bite felt softer and weaker compared to his and he chuckles, running a hand down the back of your head. “oh so you’re getting even now huh, lil piranha?”

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🤍✧˚.🧁୨୧ ⋅˚₊

[lifesteal-headcanons]

I recently rewatched rats videos on content smp where clown joined the smp, and the way clown killed a bunch of people was with poison that he was effected by, and I like to believe that he built up such a immunity to poison that he just drinks it when he is thirsty, for him it’s completely normal and it tastes really good but it freaks everyone else out.

When branzy saw him do it for the first time he almost had a panic attack because of it.

🕷️🌹 anon if not taken (also sorry if the punctuation is bad I’m super dyslexic)

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[fcthots]

thinking abt wearing jason's initial on a necklace but in a taylor swift kind of way

-🕷️

THIS THIS THIS CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT

I WANT TO WEAR HIS INITIAL ON A CHAIN ROUND MY NECK CHAIN ROUND MY NECK NOT BC HE OWNS ME BUT CAUSE HE REALLY KNOWS ME WHICH IS MORE THAN THEY CAN SAY-

ANYWAy

Here's the thing about the fucking press, since the moment they found out Jason was alive, they've never let him breathe. Your relationship went public against your will only two months after he was declared legally alive. Since then the opinion on your relationship had fluctuated. Sometimes there were fan accounts and other times you were sent death threats. Jason did what he could, but he couldn't stop everything.

The worst that happened was when you went with some friends. It was just dinner on a balcony at a nice restaurant. Jason had gone to some concert with one of his siblings. To be honest, you were too drunk to remember which. You were out with three friends two of you were drunk. The birthday boy doesn’t like to drink, but he gave the ok for everyone else. One other friend stayed sober and offered to be the designated driver.

You're solidly drunk. Drunk enough to actually be excited to take pictures. Drunk enough to be laughing the whole time. Drunk enough to try to call your cat on the phone.

Either way, you're singing happy birthday while your friends are taking pictures so you lean over to kiss the birthday boy's cheek and tell him "HappsyBirthay!" He laughs and thanks you. It's a good time. Your other drunk friend kisses him on the other cheek and takes a picture of it on his phone. It's cute. It's fun. But it is 11:30 pm and time to go home.

You're about to get in the designated driver's car when he asks for your address. You don’t invite people over much, what with Jason having to go on patrol and bloody bats dropping in. You're also drunk enough to not know your address. "That's a relly diffisult queshion. Do you know the answer?" You look over to the birthday boy; he's been to your apartment a few times to have lunch and feed the cat.

He looks over at the designated driver. "I don’t know the address, but I know to get there... Don't worry about it. I'll take her home."

"We goin home?"

He laughs. "Yeah."

"Holy shit! Is Jason gunna be there?" He puts his arm around your waist to guide you into his car so you don’t fall.

"I don’t know. You said he was going out tonight, but I don’t know if he's back yet." He laughs again and waves goodbye to your other friends before he buckles himself into the driver's seat.

The car ride home is mostly quiet. You're half asleep, and it's not long until your friend is pulling into the parking garage. He taps your shoulder and asks for your key. You don’t know where it is. He asks for your phone. You hand it over, and he asks Siri to call Jason.

Jason picks up after half a ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, man. It's me. We're in the parking garage and your wonderful girlfriend is too drunk to find her keys. Any chance you're home."

You hear Jason's voice ask something about articles, news, and pictures before you fall asleep again.

A few minutes pass and someone's calling your name and unbuckling your seatbelt. You look over and see Jason leaning over you.

"J'son!"

"Hey, sweetheart."

"I missd you." He grabs your bag off the floor.

"I missed you too. Hey can you give me your phone?"

You nod your head and hand him the phone.

"I'm gonna pick you up. Ready?"

"Yeah!" He lifts you up while you shout "Weeeee!"

He closes the car with his shoe and turns toward your friend. "Thanks, man. Happy Birthday. Sorry about everything."

"'s no problem. Take care of her. Bye."

You don’t remember much of the elevator ride up or getting in pajamas or getting in bed. But you remember waking up. That wasn't fun.

Jason makes you breakfast, and that in itself isn't out of the ordinary at all, but he's acting weird. Every time you ask for your phone he says "I'll give it to you in a minute."

You can't take it anymore. "Jay, just tell me what happened. You're killing me. Did I post anything dumb while drunk again?"

"No." He sighs and grabs your phone out his pocket before opening up an article. You take your phone from him and read the headline. You feel sick.

"Jason Todd and Girlfriend Broke Up! Finally She's Gone"

You take a bite of eggs off Jason's plate and keep reading.

"Here's the evidence:

"nobody's heard from the couple for months, not even so much as an instagram post from the once vocal couple

"Todd was seen last night at a concert singing his heart out to breakup songs, images below

"and most damning of all: the now would-be ex-girlfriend was spotted last night getting cozy and leaving with new man, exclusive photos below!"

You scroll and see zoomed in photos of you kissing your friend's cheek and getting into his car. You bang your forehead into the counter repeatedly. Jason puts his hand over the spot you're hitting your head against. You look to him and he looks apologetic.

"I'd prefer if you didn’t read the rest. I don’t think Vicki Vale likes you very much. I'm having Bruce sue the company right now."

You try to hit your head into the table again and he grabs your cheek to stop you. He leaves his hand there. This time, you look apologetic.

"I'm sorry. It just makes me upset when people think I don’t love you or that you don’t love me." You meet his eyes and he's smiling.

"I had an idea."

He pulls two small boxes from his pockets and you stop yourself from making a comment about the size of men's pockets. Before you have the time to freak out, questioning what's in the boxes, he opens them. They're necklaces with the initials of your first names. He takes the one with your initial and puts it around his neck. The chain on his is longer than the other one.

"Obviously you don’t have to, I just had a feeling you might want to. I'm not trying to put a brand on you-"

You cut him off with a kiss.

"I'm never taking it off."

[sxulcxtcher]

I wanna keep a pup under my work table so bad!!

Like imagine you're in your office, stuffing your pup's mouth full of your thick cock when a knock interrupts the peace.

Your subordinate just entered the room with a file in his hands. Your hips halted for a second, making the toy look up at you. Caressing his hair, your signal him to be quite, your cock still nestled warmly in his gummy and warm throat.

Something important was in the report but your pup couldn't care less. All he wants is to play with his master. Daringly, he scratches your cock slightly with his teeth. With a jerk, you coughed, hiding the hiss with a cough. You continue on with your conversation with the mam in front of you, but under the table you thrust deep in his mouth, making him gag.

Even if the man had asked what the noise was about, it was common knowledge to the office that the CEO kept his plaything with him in his office. Not wanting to see his boss's stuffed the poor pup's mouth, the man ignored the noise as if it were nothing. It was plenty polite of his boss to not just pull out the pup by his hair and fuck him on the table right then. The man left without prolonging the matter any further.

As soon as the door closed, you pushed back your chair, roughly grabbing your puppy's hair and fucking him. Your pup was crying. Tears streaked down his cheek non stop, he coughed and gagged and even tried to push your thoughts away to at least catch a breath but that wasn't happening anytime soon. If he's gonna play with fire, he too has to burn. Maybe it'll be a while till he could speak again <3

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yummeeeee

[boygirl-club]

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