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[luffystaro]

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Harley Quinn and pink based Genderfluid moodboard~ For an anon!! Hope you like the look~

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[hispipsqueak]

Brother Ushijima and little sis NSFW?

ajkajfkhdsfjkldsfh I LOVE.

I have spent all morning writing this because holy shit this is a delicious idea. Thank you for the big brain request, anon <3 - Pip

TW: DARK CONTENT - OBVIOUSLY INCEST (don't come for me, i'm warning you rn), big bro ushi, lil sis reader, afab reader, unprotected sex, jealousy, dubcon, Oikawa makes an appearance, public-ish sex, a lot of "big brother" talk.

Also they are wearing matching jerseys bc that to me is *chefs kiss*

Everyone is over 18+ DARK CONTENT UNDER THE CUT

You know what you’re doing.

At least, that’s what Wakatoshi tells himself as he glances at you cheering for him in the stands, your cropped jersey that matches his riding up on you as you bounce around screaming his name. 

He’d like to make you scream his name for another reason.

God, he knew it was fucked up. He shouldn’t have these feelings for you. But who could blame him when you paraded around him in your tight shorts and crop tops, hands massaging his sore muscles after a long day at practice? He wasn’t as oblivious as people perceived him to be, knew that his teammates looked forward to you coming to his practice to ogle your ass when you innocently picked up volleyballs or watch your chest bounce as you hopped up and down clapping for them.

Still, no one dared to try anything on you, resorting to jacking off to the thought of you, Wakatoshi’s hot little sister. 

And he liked it that way.

Until, Tooru Oikawa.

Wakatoshi had always held a respect for Oikawa. He was a strategic athlete, a fierce competitor on the court that he enjoyed rivalring. But when he saw him walk over to you, you giggling over something Oikawa said, him cocking his head to the side as he flirted with you, causing you to bite your lip flustered…well, Wakatoshi was pissed.

He slammed his hand onto the ball, sending it barrelling to the floor on the opposite side of the net. He shot a glance to you, glad to see your attention was back to the game and your big brother, your eyes wide. Good.

The rest of the game was uneventful and Wakatoshi wiped sweat from his brow as he walked off the court, heading to the locker room. The crowd hadn’t completely dispersed, and it took a moment before he could find you, something he rarely had to do since you were usually one of the first onto the court.

Of course, you were chatting with Oikawa, giddily handing him your phone as he typed something into it. His hand was on your shoulder as he handed you the phone back and he must have felt the burning flames from Wakatoshi’s glare because he looked up at him, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.

Wakatoshi hadn’t even been aware he was walking towards you until his hand gripped your arm. Flustered and embarrassed, you looked up at him.

“ ‘Toshi, I – “ Your sentence was cut off as he dragged you away, back towards the locker room. The rest of the team had already finished packing up, and the few stragglers that remained hurried out after seeing the murderous look in his eyes. He glared down at you and your stomach dropped. It was silent for a moment, and he towered over you. You felt the cold metal lockers digging into your back.

Then his hands were on your body, cupping your breasts roughly as he kissed your lips, your lipgloss smearing across your cheek as your hands pressed up against his broad chest. You opened your mouth to protest, and he took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. It was heavy and wet and messy and this was wrong, so wrong in so many fucking ways, but why were you aroused? He was your big brother, your protector, but you couldn’t lie to yourself. You had seen the girls who clamored around him, had heard him in his room, soft grunts and panting when he thought everyone was asleep and now you wondered if he was thinking of you those nights when his hand was gripping his cock, the cock that you could feel pressed up against your thigh right now. Was it your name that ghosted his lips as his hot cum splattered against his sheets? Did you want it to be?

He pulled away, and your head was swimming with confusion, the what the fuck did I just do rattling in your brain and yet the other voice, the voice that begged you to keep going, to see how far this rabbit hole could take you, whispered in your skull. It wasn’t until you looked at your hands that had gone to fists of protest to gripping his jersey, the same jersey that you wore now,  that you realized you didn’t want to stop.

Wakatoshi looked down at you, your lips swollen and bruised from his roughness and your chest rising and falling with every breath. But you wanted this, your eyes were heavy lidded and he could see you squirm. You wanted to be his.

“You belong to me.”

Your voice was shaky but sure. “I belong to you…big brother.”

Fuck, he didn’t know how he didn’t cum right there. The reminder of just how wrong it was, or maybe it wasn’t, it shouldn’t feel this good if this was wrong, right? He could think about it later. All he knew was he had to have more of you, lay claim to your body, the body that belonged to him and only him. After all, you carried his name, you had to be his.

His mouth was on yours, hands shoving down your shorts and finding your panties soaked. He could feel the thin fabric drenched in your arousal, and he could feel the tiny bows that decorated the front. Another reminder that you were his because he knew these panties, had seen them in your laundry at home and wanted to rip them off your body, keep them for himself and smell your excitement over him, over your big brother. He wanted to taste them, rub them around his cock while he jacked off to this memory. Though maybe now, he wouldn’t have to hide his desire for you at home. It would be easy to slip into your room at night, fuck you against your four poster bed, trying to stay quiet as you took his fat cock deep inside your cunt.

His thick fingers slid inside you and you gasped as he finger fucked you. His other hand pressed against your mouth to keep you quiet, though he wanted to let them hear you, hear you crying over him. He sucked bruises on your neck, tasting your skin and he could smell your perfume, intoxicating him. He wanted more of you, he needed more of you. His thumb ran over your clit. You cried into his hand as he circled your tight bundle of nerves, fingers fucking into deeper and deeper, stretching you out to prepare you for his length. His hand left your mouth as he pushed up your top and his mouth was on your chest, lapping and sucking at your tits as you moaned his name, your hands tugging at his dark hair.

You could feel your cunt clench around his fingers, your thighs shake as you approached your high. Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes closed as he whispered into your skin.

“Cum for me, Y/N. Cum for me, baby.” 

That was all the encouragement you needed and you exploded onto his hand, stars dancing in your eyes. His fingers were drenched, your slick dripping down his wrist and he had to have you. You hadn’t even come down from your orgasm before he was positioning himself against your hole, his cock thick and veiny and if you were of any saner mind, you would have protested at how big it was, how it would never fit.

He slid into you, your tight walls squeezing him in and tears flooded your eyes as your body stretched to accommodate his entire length. The head of his cock pressed against the deepest parts of you, so tightly it almost hurt and you breathed sharply, attempting to relax. Slowly, he slid out, leaving the tip inside before rocking back inside you. His pace was steady and you felt adoration for how slow he was going, letting you ease into this though you could tell by the flush of his face that he wanted more of you, wanted to fuck you harder.

You rocked your hips, allowing more of him in, silently pushing him to go faster and he fucked into you. You saw fireworks every time his cock kissed your cervix and the gummy walls squeezed around him tightly. 

“Fuck, ‘Toshi!” your voice was music to his ears as you panted his name, your arms wrapped around his shoulders. “So good!”

“Mine. You – belong – to – me.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust of his hips and you nodded, your eyes opening to meet his. You looked drunk on him, your pupils blown and your lips puffy. 

“I belong to you. Only you, big brother.” Your breathing was heavy and he could feel your body clamp down on him even tighter. He knew you were close and he pounded into your sweet cunt, trying to force himself impossibly deeper inside. He wanted to paint your insides with his cum, claim your body as his own, mark you in ways you could never forget.

“I love you, ‘Toshi.” Your lips found his and he fucked mercilessly into you, feeling his cock throb with his orgasm as you moaned into his mouth. He growled as he spilled inside you, your pussy milking him for every drop as he pushed himself deep inside you, desperate to fill you with every last bit of him.

The locker room was quiet, save for the sound of both your heavy breathing and maybe he imagined it, but he felt that he could see the slight bulge of cum in your belly from him, and his hand rubbed your skin gently, calloused fingers against your soft tummy.

He took the look of you in, disheveled hair, smeared makeup, your jersey and shorts haphazardly thrown back on in an attempt to cover yourself and he swelled with pride. 

You were his. And now everyone would know it.

[satoshy12]

Green Arrow had a new child scientist villain. Who needs glasses?

Danny was already with the many Blob Ghosts working for him (think of them as Minions of Despicable Me). This new place is a super funny vacation place! He should think ghostwriter about it. True, his eyes were hurt by the portal, but that would be gone in a few years. But who cares about it? With just his genius and no powers as a human, he can show he is a genius! That was how Danny, without knowing it, became a wonderful child who was just having chaotic fun in the new world. It's like a game for him; it's not like he would have problems.

Batman has the Joker.

Superman has Lex Luthor.

Wonder Woman has the cheetah.

But Green Arrow! Green Arrow has a child scientist! with a tragic childhood who does musicals to explain his evil plans.

Just for the poor comedy and Oliver trying to hide it from the other heroes out of embarrassment. Of being defeated by a child and not being able to capture him. ++ Danny looked at Oliver Queen without his green Arrow mask. "An ordinary civilian with a goat?" Oliver saw as he put on his hood. Danny:"An ordinary civilian dressed up as a Green Arrow?" Oliver puts on the mask. Danny: "Ah! Green ARROW! " Green Arrow gave a tired sigh. Black Canary:" When we finally are able to capture him, The first thing we will do is send him to an ophthalmologist." Danny:" Since you are here, I wil tell you about my trash-inator!" Oliver:" So It creates trash." Danny:" NO! Man, are you evil? It collects all the trash in the whole city and teleports it away." Black Canary:" That is a pretty good indicator. You could do much goo..." Danny:" Yes, then into the Bat Cave all the trash of the Star city will go. I was paid by Red Hood to do that." Oliver:" NOO!!"

++ So because Oliver covered it up until now, Danny has now become a world-wide problem. Oliver really didn't want to say he lost a child or explain it. Danny with his Shrink Ray:" Tonight we steal the Legion of Doom HQ/The Hall of Justice!" All the Blob Ghost:" YAYY!"

And yes, Danny stole the Legion of Doom HQ/The Hall of Justice as both Heroes and Villian fought each other in a great battle.

That was the moment Oliver had to explain the problem that he had covered up.

[erzva]

his favorite ways to make you cum

a/n: ok i’ve realized that you can actually just insert any character of your liking while reading this bc it’s not specific to the character i had in mind..

eating you out

his favorite sexual activity for sure. not only does he love giving you head and seeing you feel good because of him but it’s relaxing to him. when he’s tired or sad he’ll always crawl in between your legs and start kissing and licking and nibbling on your stomach around your bellybutton and your thighs, coating them in love bites.

it’s also extremely arousing to him. he loves hearing all the noises you make, and them getting louder and messier and more embarrassing (as you claim) the closer you get to your orgasm. he can’t help but grind his hips into the mattress, moaning into your pussy, the added vibrations making you groan.

he is always so focused on the task and gets lost in your big pussy lips lapping and sucking at them and your puffy clit as if it’s his favorite hobby (it is). his arms are usually always both snaked around your lower half to keep you in place and so he has easier access and can shove his tongue as deep into your cunt as possible. except for if he’s fingering you additionally to licking your clit ofc. then his right hand will be buried deep in your pussy, desperately grazing your g-spot while sucking on your clit until you start rutting your hips against his face and your grip on his hair becomes tighter. oh how he loves it when you tug on his hair while you’re chanting his name when you’re cumming..

handjobs

he likes them almost as much as you do. he especially loves how you go about asking for one though. he loves it when you sit in his lap, crossing your legs behind his back and hugging him tight for a few minutes, with your head buried in his neck, kissing it and sucking light bruises into his skin before your kisses and sucks move up to his ear and earlobe. and then his jawline. until your kisses finally reach his lips and he’s too impatient to wait for you any longer so he just immediately licks into your mouth making both of you moan at the feeling of each others soft tongues. you keep moaning and trying to keep up with his aggressive licks but your mind wasn’t ready for it yet so you had to pull back. he chuckled. he knew what question was about to escape your lips. you stayed close to him and started kissing your way back to his neck and ear, nuzzling into him. “can you give me a handjob?” you’d ask sucking on the skin below his ear. you couldn’t see but he was smirking. he chuckled lightly. as if he could ever deny you that.

he picked you up in one swift motion and walked to the bedroom with you throwing you on the bed as soon as you reached it. oh how he loved the look on your face every time he does this. you looked about ready to jump him.

“pants off, pretty.” he would demand before positioning himself behind you and starting to kiss your neck and jawline. he would start slow and grope you aggressively while sucking bruises into your skin. the foreplay was part of why you loved handjobs so much. you just couldn’t get enough of his hands on your body.

by the time he would finally bring his hand down to your clit, after whining and silently begging him to touch you already, you were already wet from the foddling and kissing.

and all the praise and dirty talk that was possible in this position was heavenly. his lips were practically sealed to your ear constantly praising you and grunting and moaning in your ear because he knows how much you love it and how much it gets you off.

he loved holding you down with his other arm whenever you’d start chanting his name and wiggling, indicating that you were close.

mating press

missionary is the basic sex position for a reason. it was just so easy to handle someone this way. the look on your face and the sounds you made every time he’d put your legs up on his shoulder and start drilling into you was so arousing to him.

he didn’t care about how “messy and chaotic and embarrassing” you thought you sounded. that’s part of what was so arousing. the fact that he’s making you feel so good you don’t know what to say or what sound to make and don’t even try to tame yourself and instead just let the sounds escape your lips was so hot to him, he wants to cum right then and there.

dickriding

oh how he loved making you cum when you were the one on top. he loved bottoming or subbing and seeing you take control of him and the situation. but he also likes messing with you and he would do anything to hear all the messy embarrassing sounds you make when he drills up into you from below.

the way your eyes would roll back and your moans would become more animalistic at the sudden fast pace was one of his favorite sights to see.

and when it became too much for you and you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore so you’d collapse on top of him and put your arms around him, he would smirk to himself. being able to hold you tight while ramming up into you as fast as possible to make both of you cum while hearing you moan and breathe into his ear was too arousing.

this was originally supposed to be about jason todd (no one’s surprised) but i can also see: hal jordan, dick grayson, roy harper, wally west, toji, nanami, gojo, sae, aiku, karasu, otoya, katakuri, sanji, zoro, shanks, semi eita, atsumu, iwaizumi, tartaglia/childe, itto, laxus dreyar, sting eucliffe, gray, jellal, gajeel, natsu

…

[daddyissuesmademe]

men who look at you like you are their whole world.

men who notice your abnormal silence only to realize you are overthinking and quickly interrupt with a soft "hey, i love you"

men who take pride in being your safe space.

men who would want to give you the moon but realistically can't, so instead they make it a point to send you pretty moon pics every day.

men who understand how much their presence calms you down and they actively seek you out when you feel anxious.

men who put you first. always. Not because you expect them to, but the truly want to.

men who give space and are patient with you, who console you, comfort you, reassure you

men who love you just because. It comes to them as easy and naturally as breathing.

men who provide, because they want to, not because they think less of you and your independent choices, but because they think you are above such mundane tasks that might bring you even a percent of stress.

men who maintain their tones throughout the conversation, because not only they understand the impact of loud harsh word but also why you feel the panic need to raise yours in an unbalanced situation.

men who understand why in a movie, the male lead finally found and chose to stay with their tortured/ kidnapped partner instead of running behind the bad guy.

men who hold onto you, so tightly, burying themselves into you, because they truly believe, your embrace is the problem to all their solutions.

men who are in love with you, truly, madly, foolishly, completely, proudly, unabashedly, timelessly.

[sabruxou]

Knight Terrors: Catwoman #1 wirten by Tini Howard.

[acaiyatree]

curious : how did yall get into reading dc comics?

[rowanmeierotto]

More of my Harley sketches because yous guys seem to like her 🖤❤️

[jokerous]

Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League (2024) Official Harley Quinn Trailer

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Harlivy’s true love’s kiss written by Nicole Maines art by Mindy Lee

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Harley Quinn from DC based Bi/Gay moodboard~ ^^ For an anon~ Hope you like the look!

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GBHHER;S SO GVUTEEEEEEE

[poisonousquinzel]

she's my everything

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Yara Flor ⁕ Wonder Girl (2021)