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More dad Bruce comics hehe

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Wait kryptonian fangies…. Does that mean Clark also has fangies? And follow up because if so I feel he’d be more shy about them most of the time, does he do a kinda half smile to not flash them around to everyone?

Clark definitely has fangies. He's been very insecure about them for a long time so, yes, he tends to half smile to hide them. But with time, especially around the Justice League, he began to feel more confident and the other heroes can definitely see his kryptonian fangs when he laughs now.

Bruce definitely wishes he could have fangs too. Who can blame him? It fits his aesthetic.

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Continuation of this comic.

How about young version of your old master, Vader? 👀

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How I theorised ErzaVKaguraVMinerva would go cause I don’t like Second Origin

I was complaining about second origin and thought how would I change certain fights. I think Kagura’s unsheathed sword was such a well developed set piece I was shocked at how it wasn’t used. Erza provoking Minerva into close range and causing a cataclysmic strike with the limited magic she had would have been more satisfying than what we got. I think Kagura’s sword was hyped up more than Erza’s space armour which was more of a left field pull imo.

Due to Erza’s limited movement due to her foot being crushed I also think she could’ve pulled off Minervas switch move with her sword and Kagura’s. It’s in Erza’s wheelhouse because it’s weaponry.

I also think it introduces the idea that Erza can steal an enemies weapon and develop requip magic further.

Also they’re all hot, thank you for listening.

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Lucy Heartfilia ONE CHANCE PLEASE

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what if

what if lazarus heals jason way too quickly. that's why he's able to bounce back up after every injury so fast-

what if you hate how you can't mark him up like he marks you.

hickeys, bite marks, bruises like handprints. your body is always littered with his love and you- you're unable to leave anything at all.

the hickeys never stay and the nail marks are gone within the minute.

so the answer to this? writing on him.

"Be still, Jay-" You bite your lip, the marker gliding over his scarred skin

"Kinda hard when you're sitting pretty on me." He groans softly, his cock throbbing inside you

"Just a few more seconds." You clench your pussy just to tease him more.

Immediately he arches up a little and you feel him deeper than possible. Your hand moves across his face with a crack to chastise him for moving. He laughs and moans, its all mixed together.

"You can do better than that." He smirks, but you know its just the act of it that turns him on.

The fact that you're never to back down. That you show him who's boss. That you're always the one calling the shots and god how he loves to follow them.

Jason looks down his chest, amongst the glowy scars, there's black ink and small words and phrases everywhere.

Well trained. Good boy. Property of-

Then there's the fun ones. A circle around his nipple with the inscription bite here or the arrow that points to his dick with the words joy ride.

"Jesus-" He whimpers, his hands resting at your thighs, trying his best to not thrust up.

"And you're keeping these until I wash them off myself." You tell him, holding his jaw to meet his eyes

"Yes, ma'am." He smiles, "Can I move now?" He asks, trying to be nonchalant but you know he's desperate.

You've been teasing him for a while now and you know if you twisted your hips in a certain way, he'd cum in a few minutes.

"Please?" He begs, his fingers digging into your skin.

The moment you nod, it's all a blur. You're still on top but he's holding your weight completely and fucking up into you in such a merciless way, all the while blabbering jesus, god, thank you, thank you- fuck you feel so good- can i cum? please please, i need- fuck- let me cum- please? can - oh god-

Your nails dig into his pecs, you need nodding and moaning praises for him.

When he cums and stops- ruining his orgasm just to keep going. He cums and stops, cums and stops- again and again and again- You feel the warmth inside. The strings of ropes that cum again and again-

There's only a lewd sound in the room. Sticky skin slapping against sticky skin, mixed with moans of pleases, thank yous and good boy, yes just like that- so good for me-

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I'M WORKING LATE !

jason's too stressed, and too exhausted. luckily, you have a few ways of getting him to relax. rated 18+, mdni contains: jason todd x reader; grinding, handjob, blowjob, reader's hair is long enough 4 a ponytail

He hasn't looked up from his file in two hours.

Jason did this sometimes, got so engrossed in a case that everyone and everything else took a backseat. You learned early on that he doesn't like to be bothered when he gets in this headspace, getting used to tuning him out and going about your own tasks (aside from the occasional kiss atop his head or brush of your palm across his back, something he could never complain about), but you think if he stares at his papers any harder, he'll go cross-eyed.

He sat down to work two hours ago, around the same time you started making dinner. Not wanting to disturb him, the two of you worked around each other in a comfortable silence, him typing away at his laptop while sifting through papers, and you cutting vegetables and boiling noodles. In the one hour it took to prepare the meal and bring two steaming bowls of pasta to the table, he hadn't looked up once. You set his bowl in front of him, but you're not sure he even noticed.

In the hour following, you finished your meal, cleaned up the kitchen, took a shower, changed into pajamas, and packed up his untouched bowl of pasta for later, all before settling in on the couch to put on headphones and queue up your show on your computer.

Now, you watch him from your spot on the couch as he sits at the dining table, body tense and still as a statue, save for the occasional flick through the pages of his file, or a scribble of notes on his notepad. Seeing him ultra-focused was nothing new, but there's something about this night that has you concerned. The bags under his eyes are heavier than usual, his lips are chapped and raw from being chewed on, his reading glasses are askew on his face, and his hair is messy, odd ends sticking out from how often he drags his hand through it.

It's when his neck turns slightly to look at the notepad at his side and you hear the minute clicking noise followed by a quiet wince that you know you have to intervene.

From experience, you know this is something you have to go about subtly. At your harping, he's been getting better about prioritizing himself and his wellbeing over work, but he still shows some defensiveness when someone suggests he take a break. He won't admit it, but you know he feels guilty about taking time to relax when there are people who need his help.

You approach him slowly from behind, dragging your feet on the hardwood floor, a gentle alert to your nearing. Your fingers softly brush over his back, sliding up across his shoulder blades until your hands rest on his shoulders. He doesn't react.

You squeeze your hands lightly, feeling the tight knots in his muscles, and his shoulders relax a few centimeters. You repeat this motion, slowly massaging from his shoulders to his neck. He releases a heavy exhale when your thumbs press against the sides of his neck, making circular motions to ease the tension. You lean lower to brush light kisses over the spots you press into, and finally, his head lifts. He leans back, head falling over the neck of his chair to look up at you as his hands reach back to rest over your forearms. He wears a tired smile, and you drop your head to close the remaining space between you, brushing your lips over his. They feel rough from the consistent dragging against his teeth while he was deep in concentration, but nonetheless remain warm and inviting for you to press kisses to.

"Hi," Jason whispers against your lips, his voice scratchy from its hours unused.

"Hey," you breathe. Your lips travel up his face, kissing up his nose and to his forehead, each spot relaxing a little more as you kiss it.

Your fingers continue their pressure around his neck and he groans softly when you press into that perfect spot, finding the largest knot. You want to bottle the sound, save it to listen to on a loop for hours.

"Can you finish up for the night?" You whisper the words behind his ear, following up with another kiss brushed across the skin.

"I'm so close to the end, baby," he speaks softly, his breath warm on the side of your face. "I can feel it. I just need a little more time."

Your hands trail back down to his shoulders, pressing harder. "You've been stuck for forever. You need a break."

"Baby..." He sighs when your kisses move down his neck.

"Please?"

He leans forward, pushing away from your touch to look back at the work in front of him, but you persist, moving around to climb in his lap. Your legs straddle over his hips, arms circling around his neck. On instinct, his hands settle on your thighs, and squeeze.

"Please, Jay?" You whine, prodding your nose against his. "You're working so hard, honey." You drag your lips underneath his jaw. "You're so tense. Let me help you relax."

He sighs again, his hands sliding up to grip your waist, hips shifting forward to nudge against yours, and you know you've got him.

"I can't say no to you, can I?" Jason concedes, and you grin.

"No, you can't."

You kiss him eagerly, humming against his lips when he reciprocates. It starts off innocent, as slow and sweet kisses, before quickly devolving into something more harried, your heated breaths mingling through exchanged keens and moans. When Jason pulls back to remove his glasses and toss them on the table behind you, you mouth along his neck, sucking and biting and licking at the skin. At the same time, your hips rock against his, and his hold on your waist tightens. You muffle his moan when your mouth finds his again, hands sliding into his ruffled hair to grab ahold of the strands and pull. His mouth falls open slightly, and you take the opportunity to slip your tongue past his lips.

He's so lost in the feeling of your movement against him and your hands in his hair, Jason doesn't register the hand that slides down to his belt buckle until his jeans are unzipped and your hand has slipped inside to grip his half-hard cock through his boxers.

"Fuck," he groans, his head falling back as you palm him. With his throat on display, you latch onto the spot just below his Adam's apple. After a few moments, he pulls himself together enough to say, "Was this your plan?" He pushes his hips out to grind against your hand, his erection growing harder. "Seduce me into taking a break?"

Satisfied with the mark you've left on the column of his throat, you pull back to look at him. You tug at the band of his boxers, pulling them down marginally to slip your hand inside and pull his dick out. Your knuckles brush against his balls and his hips jump, releasing a small gasp from him. You tease him with slow, light strokes up and down his length. Your thumb brushes over the beads of precum on his tip, and a high-pitched moan falls from his open mouth. His gaze on you is something out of a renaissance painting, all rosy cheeks and devoted eyes.

"I don't know what you mean," you say, though the tail-end of your statement is cut off by Jason taking your face in his hand and bringing your lips back to his.

His other hand tries to creep under the waistband of your sleep shorts, but you stop him with a grab on his wrist. It elicits a needy whine from the back of his throat, both at your depriving him of touching you, and the loss of your touch on him.

"Sorry, baby." You push yourself off him, your heart skipping a beat at the broken noises he makes in protest. "But I said I'd help you relax."

You can see the change in his eyes when you drop to your knees in front of him, his enlarged pupils encroaching further on the teal of his irises until they're just thin rings of blue and green around black.

"Can I?" Your voice is hushed and timid, almost self-conscious at the submission you're offering.

He whispers your name, quiet and hungry as he looks down on you. You run your hands over his thighs and he moves to sit on the edge of his seat, spreading his legs further apart so you can fit comfortably between them. His hands, which grip the sides of his chair, are taken in yours and guided to your hair. One holds your hair back, and the other cups your jaw, his thumb brushing soothing strokes on your cheek as you take his cock in your hand once more. You stroke at the base while dipping your head down to wrap your mouth around his tip.

Jason is big, and no matter how many times you take him, there's always a moment needed to adjust. Slowly, your mouth works past the tip, each bob of your head taking a little more of him while your hand jerks him off where your mouth can't reach. His breathing grows heavier the deeper you take him, the muscles of his abdomen tensing and contracting with the effort it takes to not immediately cum at the sight of you sucking him off.

"Fuck, that's— baby, oh my— fuck!" His low, baritone moaning mixes with the sloppy sounds your mouth makes. His whole body squirms as he fights the urge to just stand up and roughly fuck your throat until he comes. "You're so fucking good to me," he groans.

The hand on your jaw brushes away the tears that form as you gag from taking him as deep as you can. The hand holding your hair tightens its grip, softly yanking the strands and you moan; Jason feels the vibration in his cock and whimpers, his own tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.

"Baby, I'm so—" He cuts himself off with a loud, animalistic moan when you swirl your tongue around the head of his dick, followed by a flick of your tongue against the tip before taking him in deep once again. Your tongue drags against the vein under his head and he comes in your mouth, the hot spurts gushing onto your tongue as he shallowly thrusts himself through his orgasm.

When he's done, hands fallen to his sides, slumped back in his seat and panting heavily, you slide your mouth off him and hold it open for him to see what he left.

"Swallow it." His voice is low and gravelly.

You listen.

"That's my girl," he breathes.

He helps you to your feet and wipes your wet cheeks with the back of his hand before pulling you in for a kiss.

"My girl," he whispers again. His eyes sweep over you with reverence, and it's your turn to cradle his cheeks in your palms and brush away the hints of moisture.

"Are you done working?" You ask quietly. Hopefully.

He leans his forehead against yours. "I still have to—"

You give him a long sigh, to which he playfully rolls his eyes.

"I guess I'll just go to bed! All alone!" You exclaim dramatically, stalking away from him with exaggerated steps.

"I'll be there in a minute," Jason laughs, calling after you.

"You better," you tease. When you know he's looking, you lift the hem of your shirt and pull it off, throwing it aside and turning away. It has barely left your hand when you hear his chair scraping against the floor and you break into a run towards your bedroom.

You don't get very far, however, before he catches you. You squeal when he grabs you by the waist and throws you over his shoulder, both of you full of giggles as he carries you to your room.

cause i'm a singer....

so this is my first time writing smut why am i highkey nervous abt it this was supposed to be under a thousand words but girl....i'm still classifying it a mini fic tho not a regular fic bc i FEEL LIKE IT & let it be known i am a jason crying during sex TRUTHER

and um why was i fighting for my life trying to describe their positions in the beginning when he was sitting in the chair and reader was standing behind him. i still fear it's not clear so i drew it. hope this helps

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Batboys Disney Princess edition

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prompt from twt!!<33

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Jayvik living their post-canon lives at a cottage by a stream with their 4 kids 🌼

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i just think about him a lot

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Skibidi die.

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FAIRY TAIL DATING DRABBLES

vol 2 | vol 1

modern au

various ft x gn!reader

sfw

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LAXUS

the biggest gentle giant ever

lots of gym dates

you know the line of big girls don’t cry?

‘yes you can hold my hand if you want to, ‘cause i wanna hold yours too’

that’s laxus’ love language in a nutshell

really loves listening to you talk

like, he’ll pull your legs into his lap and rub your feet while you rant about your day and he’s never been happier

loves seeing how close you and makarov are

will randomly buy things you talk about and just leave them around the house for you without a word

like, you’re low on shampoo? new bottle waiting on the sink when you get home

SUPER overprotective

doesn’t get jealous easily, but won’t hesitate to knock out someone coming onto you

JELLAL

very old school romantic

handwritten love letters, takes you out dancing, etc

don’t you dare try to open a door around him

his avoidant attachment style can cause problems but if you sit him down and talk through whatever the issue is he’ll do everything it takes to keep from hurting your feelings

very observant and learns your habits/schedule quickly so he can help out any way possible

like, if you have early mornings for work, he’ll make sure he preps the coffee pot the night before so there’s fresh coffee for you in the morning

love language is probably quality time

just having you there and knowing you aren’t going anywhere is more than enough for him

ultear and meredy bully him into being brave enough to ask you on your first date

STING (pls forgive me if i go overboard on this one i love this mf so much)

PDA !!

he HAS to be touching you or he will throw a tantrum

loves seeing you in his clothes

like, to the point that you don’t even have to ask, he just throws them at you gives them to you to wear

also extremely competitive, lots of nights spent going to war via video games at home

lector is you two’s child and he loves seeing how much you care for the lil kitten

matching earrings

the fact that he doesn’t have to fake his confidence in front of you is one reason why he’s so in love

prank wars

loves being the little spoon from time to time but he’ll never admit it

you convince him to watch some old dvd from your childhood that he fought so hard against watching, but you’ll hear him singing the soundtrack while he’s doing the dishes or something

this mf is SO chaotic

like you could look up from folding laundry and he’s doing a headstand for no reason ??? why are you like this ??

your biggest fan no matter what you’re pursuing, loves announcing to anyone who will listen how talented and amazing and smart you are

ROGUE

what he lacks in words, he makes up for in actions

takes him a long time to warm up to being in a relationship with you, since he’s very introverted.

but when he realizes you two can just

exist

in the same room without there having to be constant conversation or background noise, he busts his knees because of how hard he falls

cried the first time he came home to you and frosch snuggled up napping on the couch, made you swear to never speak of it

gets jealous very easily but hates to make it obvious

(but he’s terrible at hiding it)

like, he’s not big on pda. but if he notices someone staring at you, he’s immediately pulling you close or kissing your cheek/forehead.

of course, you notice this right away, just laughing as you give him a kiss

“im all yours, silly.”

really loves when you play with/braid his hair

he’s the type to get his s/o’s name tattooed

lots of napping dates

will watch you do your hair/makeup/skincare routine with SO much focus, asks so many questions and wants to do the routine with you next time

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What's this??? Yet another SWR modern au?

I need to stop making these haha.

(Modern Au where Kanan and Hera are Single Parents TM to Sabine and Ezra respectively and decide to move in together. Queue shenanigans)

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the sillies

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Cravings

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peace and love on planet earth