#anon universe

[ditzydoe444]

big!jason when he’s fucking you and he notices a bulge in ur tummy

can i be 🐾 anon? if that’s not taken yet

MDNI 18+

a/n: you've been added as 🐾 anon!

there was nothing more that turned jason on more than seeing the bulge in your stomach when he was balls deep in your cunt. there was just something about watching himself move and how he was just so god damn deep in your stomach.

“you see that sweetheart?” he grunted, his chest covered with sweat. “that’s how deep i’m in you, so god damn deep hm? bet im hitting all of your sweet spots.” he didn’t even need a response, the way you whined and moan was enough of an answer.

“bet you love seeing this bulge, knowing how stuffed you are.” jason loved the way your tiny cunt filled him in, how your tight walls stretched to accomodate him. he loved touching the bulge, watching it move with his thrusts, the bulge was just another representation of the size difference between you two.

jason had a habit of pushing you to your breaking point, his rough calloused hands would rub around the side of your waist, squeezing it, or he would apply pressure to the small bulge just to hear you whine. “j-jay,” you quivered from his touch as he pressed down on the bulge. jason knew what he was doing to you, god he could feel your walls connecting around him.

“love this cunt, and it loves me back,” he panted with a cocky grin on his face. jason loved how dumb you got when you fucked him, something that always boosted his masculinity. “gonna come,” you whined, in your current position you couldn’t even move. jason harsh thrusts making you bounce on the mattress whilst he fucked you dumb.

“then come sweetheart, with this dick you’re gonna be doin’ it a lot.”

[pinkmatchalatte777]

the universe is honestly my fav store, it literally has everything. i can shop for a new body, i can shop for a new face, i can shop for talents, i can shop for a boyfriend, i can shop for friends. i just have to do a mental online order and that's it. i don't have to pay, i don't have to do anything. it's mine. like how fun is that??? i feel like i'm in a barbie movie ⋆｡༄⋆˚⊹

[shouyuus]

okay…okay TRULY SORRY (am not) for adding onto shirtless sleeper hc once again buuut roommate!Vi waking up hours after the encounter to an empty apartment and a lightbulb-bright idea — it’s been sooo long since she’s made you blush this hard and worried she’s been losing the knack of it, but now it’s like you’ve given her a whole new arsenal of ideas to turn you pretty pink

cue to you running into a various degrees of undressed vi in your apartment in the upcoming weeks (all instances paired with grinning, half-assed excused like ‘i just got out of the shower, i running was hot, i just got a new tattoo, i needed to check my form etc etc)

(pls everyone put ur hands together for our lord and savior the shirtless sleeper anon -- they're single-handedly feeding us all)

18+, mdni, college roommate!vi cinematic universe

college roommate!vi who walks out of the bathroom, steam billowing out behind her, a tiny pink-stained towel wrapped around her waist (it's so low it's seconds from falling off), oh so casually bumping into you in the hallway, her hair still damp and trickling water down her neck and the tattoo snaking up her shoulder, her skin gleaming with steam --

"oops, sorry princess -- forgot to bring a shirt into the shower --"

but makes no move to cover her tits. you jerk your eyes up to her face, your own cheeks burning.

"n-no sorry i -- uh, i came back from study group a bit earlier than i thought it would uhm -- i should've texted or something --"

"no biggie, princess. so, did study group go well? you were complaining about some asshole last week who --"

but you really can't focus bc did she change her nipple piercings out? those don't look like the same ones from --

"hello? earth to pretty girl?"

"uhhhhh -- sorry?"

vi has the audacity to smirk as you blink rapidly, swallowing hard, finally looking back up at her.

"i just asked you a question, sweetness. gonna answer me or...?" her eyes flicker down to her own tits.

you feel the inexplicable urge to slam your face into the hallway wall.

"sorry uhm i just remembered i've got -- an assignment that i -- sorry --" you push passed her, shouldering into your room and slamming the door, pressing your back to it the moment it's closed and sliding down to the floor. faintly, you hear the sound of vi's little chuckle as she walks into her own room, but you never hear the door close. a second later, loud rock music starts blasting and you let out a long breath.

barely three days later, you find college roommate!vi lounging on the living room sofa with a vape and what looks like fresh black boxers, the white waistband accentuating the muscles of her abs, her eyes a little hazy as you walk in and nearly drop your books at the sight.

"hey sweets -- can you do me a favor and grab that charger cord?"

you stare for a few seconds before glancing at the white usb-c cord not even a foot away on the dining table. gingerly, you reach over and hand it to her, trying very hard not to look down at her chest, at the way her nipple rings catch the dim light when she breathes in and out.

she lets a puff of smoke wreathe out from her lips, sucking in through her nose.

"mm -- thanks cupcake. this thing was getting low."

"r-right..." you press your thumbs into your workbook, the plastic cover crinkling beneath your touch; you glance up at the cracked window before letting your eyes wander back to vi, still sitting half-naked on the couch, "uh... is the fan broken? or..."

"huh? nah -- i just always run hot. y'don't mind, do you, sweets?"

you chew on your lower lip for a second before shaking your head and making your way across the room.

"it's -- it's fine. just -- uhm -- just close the window after you're done, okay?"

vi catches you eye and winks, letting out another thin stream of smoke from between her lips. and, not for the first time, you wonder how they'd taste, if they'd be soft enough to kiss.

and then not even a week after that, you catch college roommate!vi working out in her room, but at least she's got a sports bra on this time, the only thing is, she leaves her door wide opened, whereas before, she'd at least close it enough to only leave a sliver.

you catch yourself pausing at the sight, at the flex of her forearms as she curls a set of bright pink weights, at the thick tug muscle in her shoulders and back as she puffs out a breath, sweat slicking down the long expanse of her back tattoo.

you swallow.

"might wanna take a picture. heard they last longer."

you squeak, jumping back only for your back to hit the tv stand behind you, nearly knocking it sideways. you reach out to steady it, turning around to find vi watching you with a smirk the size of texas slung across her lips.

"i -- i was just --" you flounder for something to say -- you'd wanted to ask her something, what was it? "a few friends and i are going out tonight -- uhm... i was wondering if -- if you wanted to come with us?"

vi finishes her last rep, setting down the weights. you feel yourself hiss out a breath you hadn't even remembered holding. your head feels light as she makes her way over to you, leaning up against the doorframe with an easy grin.

"sure. but on one condition."

you frown, blinking up at her storm-gray eyes. but in the halfway light of your shared apartment, you could swear that just sometimes, they look like the palest shade of blue.

"what... condition?"

she cocks her head, making no move to hide the way her eyes flick from your eyes to your lips and back up again.

"don't let anyone else make you blush like that tonight, hm?"

[kidovna]

college byclair ❤️🤲🏽💛

[thinkinonsense]

hiii! just logan idea <3 so he makes reader squirt for the first time and then just like. loses it. could for for hours making reader squirt over and over and over. this man does NOT care about the mess, he prob likes it let’s be so fr.

-🍋

anything logan and squirting related has me 😵‍💫

- soaked.

x trilogy!logan howlett x fem!reader

it's a normal friday night in the mansion. everyone is outside enjoying the movie that scott and jean put on for the students. meanwhile, inside the mansion logan's finally managed to get you all to himself.

he's got you with your back flat against his mattress, lips red and pouty in an attempt to keep up with his, and your nails digging into his bicep with every grind of his hips.

this thing that you've got going on between the two of you is fairly new. barely making it pass heated makeout sessions before getting interrupted by a mission or a meeting. tonight though, you both were determined.

"is this alright?" logan asks, slipping his hand under your black skirt.

you nod eagerly, kissing along his jaw.

"need to hear ya'." he states sternly, teasing you against the thin cotton.

"y-yes, it's alright." you whine, wiggling your hips. logan was more than pleased to be greeted with your leaky arousal.

"what's got ya' so wet, sweetheart?" his breath ghosts along your ear.

"you."

one simple word unleashed the animal in him. slowly teasing your folds, rubbing your button a couple times before sinking two fingers inside of you. logan distracts you from the slightly painful stretch with a tender kiss.

"fuck, you're so tight." he groans against your lips as his fingers start to pump in and out of you.

one by one, pretty moans spill from your lips only making logan harder. he begins to kiss down the valley of your breasts, leave little hickeys along the way. logan's speed doesn't let up as he moves south, until he finds that special spot.

"that's the spot, huh?" he smirks, kissing the inside of your thigh. your fingers clutch onto his little kitten tuffs as a string of curses and moan follow.

suddenly, there's an sort of pressure building up inside of you. almost like you needed to release something...

"w-wait, lo! fuck!"

but it was too late.

a warm gush of slick covers logan's arm, chest, and a little on his face, completely soaking him as your orgasm washes over you. barely able to catch your breath, you fail to notice that he removed his fingers and stared at you in awe. neither of you thought this was possible.

"l-look, logan i'm so sorry–"

cut off by the broken sob escaping you, logan found himself glued to your messy cunt. lazily licking up your arousal for his own pleasure now. softly humping the mattress as his tongue fucks it's way inside of you.

"uh, shit! p-please, don't stop." you cry, wrapping your legs around logan's head like if you two were training downstairs.

too lost in between your legs to even hear your praise. logan was determined to get you there again, to make you squirt on his face again. eyes closed, focused on your every move. he was going to get you there.

"c'mon, honey..." he barely lifts up to say, fingering you at a much faster pace now. "need ya' to do that one more time. can ya' do that for me, princess?"

as fucked out as you were, you managed to give him a weak nod before pushing him back against your cunt. happily, logan continued until he's got you grinding on his face and making lewd sounds.

"l-lo, i'm gonna..." you try to warm him but he already knew it was coming.

the taste of you couldn't be compared to any dessert. logan's never tasted anything this sweet.

"atta fuckin' girl." he grunts in between licking up your mess from your thighs to your cunt. "knew you could do it, honey."

[prlssprfctn]

About your post in which Jason loses his brain mouth filter and rambles all his train of thoughts, imagine if one (or more) of his friends appeared/were mentioned in the middle of this.

People would get a whiplash between all the childhood trauma bomb drop, the depressing thoughts, the cheesy sweet things he thinks about his friends but rarely says (only between them), the adult teen-adult trauma bomb drop, and the random ass thoughts must be the origin of his humor sense.

He would go from casually recalling that time he went days without eating anything but a piece of bread until poison ivy accidentally tripped with him because she hadn't seen him and paid him in apples to not snitch in which way she went to "at least I wasn't hungry when I was dead" to calling one of his friends amazing bc of [hyper specific treat they have] to "ughh that was so embarrasing. Why couldn't that batarang cut down my vocal chords too?" to some ridiculous knee-jerk response when someone asks about that.

oh. THIS.

just generally, Jason is so attentive to people he loves, i think he would also spur some little details about his friends and family that they themselves never noticed.

and the pipeline between random traumatic experiences and this? absolutely devastating. because deep inside, he is still the same second Robin they knew so well.

just imagine Dick trying to soothe him by playing with his hair, when Jason randomly goes in a whole rant like:

"i always hated people touching my hair... reminds me of times when i was earning some cash on streets, if you know what i mean... also i am pretty sure joker rip out a clump of my hair, but that might be wrong... memories are shit like that... reminds me of Roy. Roy is so fricking good with breading hair, Lian adores it. i seriously need to take a few lessons from him before visiting her again..."

or someone trying to distract him by suggesting to help Alfred in a garden, and Jason goes like:

"fuck, not the garden, ew, ew, ew. if i feel the dirt on myself again, i am going to shoot myself in the temple — again. i still can feel worms down my throat, fuck. god. urgh, abort it, abort it, abort it! anyway, right, i need to make it up to Kori for missing branch with her. flowers would do... not red roses, though, she thinks they are too basic... fuck, i wasn't supposed to mention it in front of Dick, he likes buying them to her and she will feel bad if he will— OH MY GOD, dad can you slit my throat again?"

...and that's how the whole family finds out about the batarang incident.

[dreamweave01]

SHADOW LIVES LET'S GOOO!

The boys are very happy about it, yes.

[xoxochb]

breaking no nut November with percy but doing it in secret because he can't lose the bet he made with his buddies but he also can't leave his girlfriend alone for a month so he sneaks around to love her 😙

anon… I’m tenderly kissing your lips for this

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

you can’t fucking function properly like this. surely not with the way your legs are practically on fire, begging you to let them give out and collapse onto the sheets. and your eyes, your poor eyes, with your mascara all smudged from tears, you’re basically going blind at this point— stars clouding your entire vision. you attempt to form a coherent sentence, or at least just a few words that could be put like a puzzle into a new sentence but it’s only disorganized words that have no significant meaning to the current situation before you. percy holds a firm grim on your thighs to keep them parted as he ruthlessly takes in your sweet nectar

between guttural moans you manage, “perce, I thought- ah- what about- mhm- your bet?”

you feel him laugh from inside you, sending a shiver down (or more so up) your spine. you knew he didn’t care about the bet he made with his friends, he claimed “a month is far too long without fucking you” and you’re not apart of the bet so who were you to say no to him? but again— you couldn’t help but feel worried your november trysts would be magically discovered by one of his idiot friends and he would lose the bet and be all disappointed. this doesn’t mean you’d stop him

his soft tongue thrusts in and out of you smoothly, swirling over your folds as his fingers dig deeper into your skin. he’s like a madman, truly, acting like he hasn’t seen you in weeks— which is the biggest lie ever, currently before this, he had seen you only two hours ago. your back arches off the bed as you determinedly continues to hungrily suck your clit. you’re not even sure how you’ve survived this long, you can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t move at this point, everything feels utterly numb. and it’s all because a fucking bet. with one last swirl of his tongue over you, he pulls his head out from between your thighs to look at your disoriented self: messy hair sprawled along the pillows, sweat beads streaming down your skin, teary eyes, flushed cheeks, and the rapid rise and fall of your bare chest as you try to regain composure

“a month,” he scoffs “who do they think I am?”

[chiangyorange]

my guy !! my specialest boy who says Dont Put Me In A Situation and then i do !!!!

an intro post for Age, his design for both in gear and out + his relationship to everyone in the chain as basic as i can get it

V additional thoughts under the cut V

i knew before anything else when i started The First Comic that i NEEDED a more visually distinct design for Age compared to Wild because

he needed to look distinct from Wild for obvious reasons. i didnt wanna just stick Age in the champions tunic, people are going to get even more confused than they already are

aoc puts Age in the soldiers set the majority of the game Anyway so his design just marries 3 different sets with the soldier's set (pauldrons (im not drawing the engravings man i barely do it for wars) chestplate), the champion's tunic (champion blues), and the royal guard set (the fabric cut specifically-- like middle cut of the gambeson reaching above the belt, white gloves, the incorporation of darker blues and reds)

regardless of the aftermath of what happened to Age after the events of aoc, whether he stayed as a knight or not doesnt really matter and im (AS OF RIGHT NOW) uninterested in exploring that. what really matters rn is that he needed what is basically a court outfit, especially with an audience of 8 heroes of myth. gotta make that good impression n all that.

it also means that some elements (especially the white gambeson and white gloves) are inherently impractical when theyre actually put to use. Age has a very difficult time keeping his gloves as pristine as they are. hes being dressed up by Not his own hands is what im saying

[jayswhorex]

imagine jason putting handcuffs on the reader because he's trying to eat her out and she keeps moving

-🪶

anon this exactly smth jason would do because 100% owns handcuffs solely for this reason. he's definitely not the kind of guy to ever want to put handcuffs on anybody due to his personal hate of the police but using them on his partner, he's for sure into that. jason likes having power in the bedroom and i think he especially has a thing for restring/binding his partner.

jason had you on your back, two fingers gently pumping in and out of you. soft moans & fervent grunts filled the room. your rough grip on his shoulders, while your nails dug into him. "jason please don't stop" you couldn't help but squirm from your embarrassment but also from just how good his fingers felt inside you. you couldn't help but find it difficult to not shift or dig into him. "princess, i've barely even touched you" he said with a chuckle, he knew you were sensitive but he couldn't help but laugh just a bit. he kisses the inside of your thighs in hopes of relaxing you, but that only causes you to more even more "baby please hold still" jason pleads with you, his hands gripping your thighs trying to hold you in place. you could feel your boyfriend getting more and more impatient as he hasn't even gotten the chance to taste you yet. "jay i can’t- you just feel too good"

for a brief second, he looks at you trying to figure out what he can do to make this easier for the both of you. and he quickly forms with an idea. "i'll be right back princess" you whine as he removes his fingers from you, but he only shushes you. you watch him look around your bedroom, going through a couple of drawers but finding nothing. you watch him go through the back of your closet and come out with something in his hands. "these should do" your eyes follow him in a daze, as you're still coming down from a high. you curiously watch as he lifts your hands up to the headboard & then a swift click. you look and realize he's got your hands handcuffed to the goddamn headboard.

he grips your thighs and spreads them open, he gently flicks his tongue against your tongue watching as you failed to move. "perfect, now just relax for me baby" he circles your clit with his tongue, earning those soft moans you always gave him. his tongue sunk into your folds, eliciting a gasp from your lips. jason could feel your shallow breaths becoming more heavy and that only encouraged him to quicken his pace. you feel that habitual urge to grip his hair like usual but you clearly couldn't this time. jason rough hands held onto your thighs for his dear life as his tongue thrusted in and out of you at such an eager pace. "jay please im so so so close-" and less than a second later you made quite the slick mess on his tongue. after a couple of moments of silence and heavy breaths slowing down, you finally spoke again "so can we take these things off now jay?"

"take them off? but we're just getting started baby"

[ditzydoe444]

omg jason todd teaching the reader how to ride him

- 🦖

MDNI 18+

jason todd x reader

“bouncing like that will get you all tired doll,” jason groaned as you bounced on him eagerly, like a bunny in heat.

“need you to slow down and get a rhythm, make sure to use your hips.”

slowly, your hips rocked as he guided you to find a rhythm, his hands squeezing your hips when you sped up too much.

a small smack landed on your ass, “slower,” he said sternly.

“b-but jay it feels so good,” you pouted as you slowed your pace.

“need you to keep the energy, don’t want you stoppin’ do we?”

obediently your pace slowed down, your hips slowly rocking.

“just like that doll,” jason cooed as his hands gently gripped your hips, guiding you as you bounced on his cock. “doin’ so well.”

jason was always one to take charge during sex, usually pinning you down whilst he drilled deep into your cunt, but this time you wanted to take charge. you had asked him to help you ride him, and he was more than glad to help.

“roll your hips slowly sweetheart,” he instructed as he kept his hands on your hips, slowly guiding you.

“keep a rhythm.”

you were never the best student, always eager to please which meant that you got ahead of yourself. the moment you straddled him, you didn’t hesitate to start bouncing only to find yourself in an awkward position.

but jason was more than happy to help, slowly guiding you to find the best rhythm and words of encouragement to put your mind away from the aching burn on your thighs.

“just tell me if you are tired and we can stop,” he groaned as your walls clenched around him.

he always loved being in charge, being the one fucking into your cunt, but there was just something about watching you bounce on his cock that felt so much better.

you were a god damn view.

the way your breasts moved with your bounces, how your hips rocked so sensually whilst your face was slightly flushed was one of the best sights he has ever seen.

“s-so good jacey,” you whined as you held onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“yeah doll? keep bouncing just like that.”

jason didn’t hesitate to guide you, his large calloused hands roaming around your figure and occasionally giving your ass a small smack.

“m-mph!” you whined as you got close to your orgasm, your bounces starting to increase in speed.

“careful doll, don’t want you to wear yourself out before you come,” jason’s hands slowly gripping your hips to slow you down, before his thrusted into you giving you something to get off from.

“last thing i want is you pathetically bouncing on my cock all worn out with no orgasms.”

[technically-human]

Can you draw something with Doom Patrol!Edwin and Netflix!Edwin?

Maybe something about Dp!Edwin talking about his feelings for Charles with N!Edwin?

It's just something I've been thinking of, make it a little angsty?<3

Glad you asked

ko-fi

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

deeply obsessed with the idea of milf!wanda cooing and consoling hockey!player!reader after losing a match, she would be so gentle and motherly especially if reader is hurt

-🐍

Omg yes we love supportive gf Wanda in this household

"Darling, why the fuck would you slam into that player so hard?"

You shrug, wincing as she places an ice pack on your bruised shoulder. Her touch is gentle, her brows furrowed in concern, and you immediately forget all of your annoyance in her coddling.

"She was being a bitc-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence." Wanda says, sighing before gently pressing on your sternum to get you to lie down. She positions the pillows behind your head and runs her hand down your cheek. "You need to be more careful."

Her voice is soft, and you feel bad almost instantly. It's not like you were trying to get hurt. You'd tried to explain the rules and ways to play to Wanda multiple times before, but she only ever saw you getting hurt or slammed into. She always cheered when you made a goal though, so you didn't mind.

"I will, I promise," you say, holding up your pinky and wiggling your eyebrows at her.

Wanda rolls her eyes, but she interlocks her pinky with yours and kisses you softly. "Good," she murmurs. "If you get hurt at your next match, I'm not letting you cum for a week."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh yes I would, now lie down and let me take care of you. Matter of fact, I heard that an orgasm is the best way to feel better after an injury... want to test that theory out?"

Your eyes widen, your face flushing. "Oh, um. Yes!"

"Good," Wanda smirks at you. "Fingers or mouth, darling?"

"Both."

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um i had to stop writing before i got carried away with this one hehehe i hope u like :3

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

the way you draw LWJ's hair piece makes him look like an applin (the pokemon)

Oi, what's 'Applin over here?

[cheatsylu]

Hey, just wanted to say your art is beautiful and also if you’re still looking at requests could you maybe do warriors and time (and wind if you want)?

Sometimes pettiness overcomes heroism - the fish

[ozzgin]

Post-use meaning it was cuddled with and JUST cuddled with... Right ?

~ 🧍🏻‍♀️

One neat thing about doing both SFW and NSFW content is that you always have this dichotomy of anons messaging you.