#tw thot

[rakones]

brother got beef with elf on the shelf ☠️

might color this tomorrow POSSIBLY no promises sorry pookies 🤧

[darlinimamess]

feel free to elaborate if you’re comfy with it

[reginalusus]

Guards! Take these men away! They terrorize my head more than they do Bruce's!

I haven't done an actual detailed, purely black and white sketch in a while. When I'm animating I have to really simplify the designs and details obviously, so yeah...

[l3viat8an]

ROO HEAR ME OUT

Mephisto choking MC while they’re going at it in his office because he heard someone coming down the hall and doesn’t want to get caught -👁️ 

Nsfw!

I mean- it is kinda hard to be quiet when you’ve got a demon fucking you like an animal- jsksjksjs

And it’s especially hard to keep quiet when you’re laid across Mephisto’s desk, leg spreed for him and moaning his name as your fingernails dig into the edge of the desk trying desperately to ground yourself, while It’s creaking and shaking underneath you as he thrusts into you, harder this time causing another, louder, “ahh- fuck~” to fall from your lips.

Loud…Mephisto finally realizes you’re being too loud, way too loud actually. Any other time he would love to hear you moaning for him and even screaming his name-

But right now you’re trying not to get caught and if he ever wants to do this again… later down the line Mephisto needs to figure out a way to keep you quiet, and fast.

Panic is mixing with his pleasure now, the idea of fucking in his office had sounded wonderful just ten minutes ago- the halls had been empty and everyone was in the dinning hall or library but after the bell sounded and the hallways start filling up with students again…. now that he can hear the muffled sound of foot steps in the hall, all those people passing the newspaper club room and heading to their next class just on the other side of the door.

Now he realized how poorly this was planned. Just another reason never to listen to a horny human, when will he learn? You’re nothing but trouble!! Trouble with the best pussy he’s ever had the pleasure to fuck- but still trouble!

Yet, here he is still balls deep in your pussy, not slowing down or even letting you catch your breath. Tentatively…as if testing the waters, one of his gloved hands moves from your hip to wrap around your throat, slightly squeezing as a warning. His other hand stayed on your hip keeping you in place, keeping you still.

“Quite. Human. We absolutely can’t let anyone find us here.” he hisses out. He can feel your breathing stutter as you clenched around his cock even tighter then before, you even have the nerve to grin up at him, “Then do it harder, keep me quiet.” you gasp out, tilting your head back a bit so he can keep his hand there until you’re done…

[fcthots]

Can I request 27. "I'm going to carry you, okay?" with an angsty dash of 5. "You don't have anything to be sorry for." please?

You shouldn't have been out.

You should have never left your apartment, especially not in the middle of the night, especially when Jason didn't know you left, but you just wanted to go on a short walk, but one wrong turn turned your short walk into a very long one.

You could hear a few things: the beating of your heart, the sound of your feet hitting the ground as you ran, the sound of their feet running after you, shouting from behind you.

"Get your ass back here or I swear to God, we're gonna fucking kill you!"

Fuck. You just had to go on a walk to clear your head. You just had to get lost. You just had to forget your phone. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You were running so hard you could barely breathe. You were faster than them, but not by much, and you couldn't keep it up. You were terrified, shaking, slightly crying. You tried screaming, but no one came. You were lost, alone, scared, and being chased. You wished more than anything that you never left your apartment. You wished you just called Jason to calm down, but you didn’t want to bother him. Regret. Regret. Regret.

You've basically run in one big circle, trying to get anywhere near your apartment, but you were so lost. That street sign, though was familiar, but more than that you had passed it before; something else.

Oh.

Oh no.

You knew the name on that street sign because Jason was telling you about it earlier

...in reference to a trafficking case.

Your heart sank. Their footfalls match the erratic beating of your heart. You were tired. You couldn't keep this up forever and they knew the territory. It seemed you were at every disadvantage.

You turned a corner. You had this one chance to lose them. You use all of your remaining energy to run into the gap between the closed down corner store and apartment complex,

and promptly trip on the uneven concrete. Yeah, you pulled something.

And with your absolutely stellar luck, you picked the one alley that was a dead end.

"Fucking finally. Nowhere to run now. I think we should take our time with this one. She made us waste all that time chasing her, what's a little more?"

You open your mouth to beg for your life, but the words won't come out. You try to get up but you collapse again. You use your good leg to move yourself against the wall.

The three men laugh as they slowly approach you, taunting you. They smile and joke at the tears you didn’t notice were falling. You try to think of any possible escape route, but come up empty. One pulls out a gun and you try not to look at it.

"You really thought you could just run away, huh?"

"You can scream as loud as you want. No one is coming."

The third man laughs. "Don't say that. The screaming is fucking annoying."

They get closer to you and you feel the sweat trickle from your hairline.

Everyone's heads turn when there's a loud thud outside the alley.

You aren't exactly focused on it, but it makes them temporarily stop, so you're thankful for it.

"Marcus, go check it out."

"Fuck you. Why do I have to it?"

"Be louder, why don’t you? Quit being a bitch and go."

'Marcus' leaves with a string of curses. The attention is turned back to you again, with impatient smiles and twisted laughter, but not for long.

They make it about two more steps before Marcus yells and there's a crunch and thud.

The two men stop dead in their tracks. Communicating as if with eye contact, one nods, and the other begins to walk slowly along the wall of the alley with his gun raised until he turns the corner. While the first man tries to split his attention between you and his friend, his friend screams.

The last man turns towards you. He rushes forward in an attempt to grab your arm, presumably to drag you, but he never gets that chance.

There is a loud thunk to the back of the man's head before he's on the floor. You look up and see a red helmet.

You don���t think you've ever been happier to see that shiny red.

"Hey, it's ok. It's just me. I wasn't gonna let anything happen to you, I promise. You're safe now."

You try to say his name as he rushes over to you but it comes out as more of a pathetic and terrified whimper.

"Are you hurt?"

You nod your head and watch him freeze.

"Where?"

You drag your leg out from underneath you. He sighs in relief. His shoulders hunch forward, his forehead knocking against yours. He lands a helmet kiss there.

"C'mon. Let's get you home. I'm going to carry you, okay?"

Before you could even think about attempting to reply, he has you scooped up in his arms. He takes a deep breath in and out and locks eyes with you.

"You ok?"

"no fatal injuries"

He hums in acknowledgement. The walk is quiet. Too quiet. You don’t remember most of the walk. The adrenaline wearing off was making you tired, but Jason's silence concerned you. You shouldn't have gone out alone, it was dumb, but you couldn't handle a fight with Jason right now. That's probably why he was being quiet, he’s mad at you, but knows you don’t wanna fight. He was being so sweet, but to be honest all you wanted was comfort. You can't take him being distant right now.

Fuck it. You can't take it anymore.

"I'm sorry."

He stops on the outside of you apartment complex's elevator, moving to look at you.

You open your mouth to speak again but he cuts you off. "You don't have anything to be sorry for."

"Aren't you mad?"

"I could never be mad at you."

"But you're being all silent."

"I thought you'd want space. Do you not?"

"...no... I want comfort..."

"Alright. And I'm not mad at you. Never mad at you. That wasn't your fault, ok? I was brooding just now because I was scared at the thought of losing you. I love you. So much."

"I love you too."

[suguwu]

gojo overstimulates you because he wants to give you everything he can, including overwhelming pleasure

getou overstimulates you because he's a little bit mean and likes to see you struggle

[urhoneycombwitch]

+18 mdni (cw: Eddie and R are high)

having an oral fixation whenever u get high… and Eddie loves it.

watching in awe as you suck his finger pass your pretty lips, suckling at it, nibbling at his fingertips then letting the length of it slide to the back of your tongue.

he’s hard as a rock, shirtless and sprawled out on the living room carpet beside you. you’ve got a leg hitched over his hips, the pressure anchoring him to the floor.

Eddie moans softly in response to the feeling of your wet warmth, squirming when you start kissing and biting your way down his arm.

“ah- fuck, sweetheart- you thinkin’ anymore about- hah- dinner?”

his breath hitches when you sink your teeth into his neck, then again as you scrape against the soft spot behind his ear.

“D’ya mean?” your voice a low, demure purr, foot teasing coy over the bulge in his sweats. “I’m havin’ my dinner right now.”

[onsunnyside]

So I stumbled over this and I just... Can you imagine cam daddy!Ari and shy!reader, coaxing her to do a stream with him, just so he can show off those big hands? Reader would be doing him such a big favour, her face won't be in it, he'll just touch her a little, "That's fine, right, bunny? Can you do this favour for me, I promise I'll be gentle..." (he adds "at first" quietly to himself because MMMPH he'd go wild for her eventually)

this is going in the fic 😵‍💫 what if I just… post the masterlist so all the asks are easy to find 🌚 totally not bc the fic is coming soon

it's the first time you're on camera, but you aren't showing your face. Just dressed in a cozy sweater and fuzzy socks, biting on the hem of your sweater to hold it up and "show everyone your pretty cunt, baby." You watch yourself through the screen, you can't read the comments without your glasses so Ari does it for you: "they're talking about how cute you sound, how small you are compared to me... someone asked if I have to force myself into your little hole."

"H-He does..." You manage, whining when he pushes away your hand to rub your swollen nub, his fingers slowly thrusting into you, "he sometimes goes slow, but I-I like it when it hurts."

"She cries when it's just the tip—it's 'cause I tease her." His beard brushes your cheek, his lips pressing soft kisses along your tear-stained skin, "she's just my little baby, my sweet dummy. Crying when daddy won't fuck you, rubbing your face all over my cock when you're needy," he laughs at a comment, "yeah, yeah, she gets real dumb. Can't even remember her own name."

He curls his fingers and hits that spot, and you cry out, your sweater dropping from your mouth. You almost fall over right there, but his other arm keeps you up and pinned against his bare chest.

"No, you won't see her like that tonight. This is just a test run, seeing if she likes it." He talks as if you aren't there, trembling on his fingers and making the most pathetic sounds. He lifts your sweater and places it between your teeth again, giving the viewers that filthy view of your drippy pussy, "and you like it, baby? You like all these people watching you cum all over daddy's fingers?"

[konigsblog]

brain rotted with yandere/kidnapper-simon who forces you and johnny to make out whilst he jerks off, smoking a cigarette while getting off to the sight. :(

any thots? :3

[chelseasdagger]

frank and his hairstyles over the years

reblog and write in the tags your favorite style + why!!

[bummys]

listen listen

tw; incest, getting caught

satoru that accidentally walks in on yuta fucking his sister in a computer room at your shared college, your back is to satoru, but he knows it you. yuta is carrying you, pulling you onto his cock repeatedly with your legs dangling over his forearms. your panties, obviously stamped with a pink 'yuta's pussy', hang from your ankle.

yuta just stares at satoru, slamming into you harder to make your stifled moans louder. you keep calling out for your big/little brother, telling him he's being too rough, that someone will hear and that this really isn't something you should be doing because it's really wrong. but he makes you feel so good.

yuta wins the staring contest with satoru who hurriedly leaves, each time he blinks he sees that hollow stare along with your shivering body. you perk up at the sound of the door closing, freaking out and trying to struggle free of yuta's hold, but he just buries himself deep. his dick hits your womb as he cums, his head falling back while you take your brother's load.

[starsinmylatte]

I need that old man to pin me down and eat me out so ravenously that his beard leaves friction marks on my poor pussy

[thorniest-rose]

The first time Eddie calls Steve "Mommy" it's a complete accident. He's been thinking about it in private for weeks, in his bedroom, hunched over on his bed and fucking his fist as he fantasises about calling Steve that. About the breathy sounds Steve would make, pulling Eddie in deeper with his long legs locked around his waist, saying, "come on, baby, fuck Mommy harder than that." It's a full-blown obsession, and Eddie's stripped his dick raw thinking about it, has jerked off so many times he's almost sprained his wrist, but he's usually able to tune it out and ignore it when he's around Steve.

Then in the kitchen one afternoon Eddie's helping Steve bring groceries in from the car, full of fruits and vegetables, fresh pasta, milk and bread, and things he's going to make for the kids' lunches. He's wearing the high-waisted jeans that make his ass look so fat and has a scrunchie in his hair because it's getting longer now and there's nail polish on his fingernails from where El and Max wanted to paint them, and he's so absorbed in what he's doing he starts casually ordering Eddie around, saying, "put these away," and, "no, that doesn't go there, it goes in the fridge" and, "you can stay for dinner if you're good and don't start talking about Lord of the Rings" and he's being so assertive, bossing Eddie around while half-ignoring him, that Eddie starts getting hard. He tries to hide it as best he can, trying not to look turned on, hoping his face hasn't gone too red or that his boner's obvious, but then Steve gives him a bitchy little look over his shoulder and says, "go get the last bag from the backseat," and Eddie's head goes white with static, his dick goes rock hard and he blurts, "Whatever you want, Mommy"

[fcthots]

“I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.” with protective upset and slightly unhinged jason would be so so good oh my god. like if something bad happens to reader and he has to get violent to defend her… yeah.

-🧸

You were on you way home, out later than you should have been, but your friend needed moral support after a breakup and you lost track of time.

Unfortunately while both you & Jason's apartment and your friend's were just off the edge of crime alley, your friend's apartment was on the opposite end of you and Jason. All of this is to say, unless you wanted to be out after midnight, you had to pass through crime alley after dark. It was just a five minute walk there, when daylight spared you of most of the dangers of Gotham, but it was pitch black now. You should have driven, but at the time it didn’t seem necessary.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

You walked as fast as possible.

You didn’t even have a purse on you. Your phone was in the leather jacket Jason had bought you as a present and you had 20 dollars stuffed somewhere in your pant pockets.

Were you supposed to turn left here? Yeah, you recognize that streetlamp.

You would call Jason, but your phone is fucking dead and it's not like you were gonna ask your crying friend for a charger. And you didn’t realize how late it had gotten until you stepped outside with no way to get back into your friends apartment.

You were in the home stretch, just in the outskirts of crime alley. Almost freedom.

Never let it be said that you were lucky. All of your luck was used getting your hot ass boyfriend. Luck gone.

The man had a knife and was screaming for your wallet. Your wallet that you did not bring with you.

"Give me the wallet or I'm gonna spill your guts on the fucking ground!"

Just because your boyfriend was scary looking, did not mean you were used to scary men, especially ones that yelled at you. Your hands shook and you weren't sure what to do.

"I don’t have it. All I have is 20 dollars, please."

"That's a fucking lie. I see your jacket. I know that shit is expensive. Lie to me again and I'll slit your throat."

Fuck. If you had to guess, it would be Jason that would find your body. You didn’t want it to be Jason. He wouldn't be able to handle seeing your lifeless eyes. You know what it's like to look into your soulmates lifeless eyes and realize they're gone forever; you were hoping Jason would never have to experience that.

"It's-"

"Tough luck... I guess I could accept other forms of payment."

He bares his teeth in a grin as he sees the look on your face.

"Unless you'd prefer that no one ever finds your body?"

You're really glad you told Jason you loved him before he left for patrol.

The man starts getting closer to you. You can't talk, can't scream, can't think. You were gonna die alone.

You think you mumble out a 'please' before your back hits the wall. His knife was to your throat, but all you could think about was Jason.

There was a bang that you didn’t fully register. Before you could think twice about it, your mugger was on the ground. You didn’t move. You stayed, frozen, silent tears running down your cheeks.

"Shh, it's ok. You're ok. It's me."

You finally focused your eyes and saw the white lenses staring at you, his arms in the air.

You babbled nonsense. You couldn't breathe.

You tried to back away from the man on the floor, but you almost fell. You swore your legs were going to give out. Jason was at your side in less than a second. He lifted you over the bleeding body on the ground, supported your weight as your knees buckled.

He tucked your face into the crook of his neck and you choked on air.

"I've got you. Match my breaths, ok? Good. You're doing great. You're ok, I promise."

All you could manage to get out was his name.

"'M right here. Just breathe. Focus on that for me." His hand cradled the base of your neck.

Eventually you stopped crying. Eventually you could breathe again. Eventually Jason led your face away from his neck to look at you. Your whole body shook. You watched as he drew his hand up to his helmet and heard this hiss and click and he took it off. He took your jaw in one of his hands.

He wiped the splattered blood and tears off your cheeks with a gloved hand, traced the trail of fresh blood and broken skin on your neck from where the knife was pressed against you. “I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”

You looked into his eyes as they flashed an inhuman green, and you believed him.

Bonus:

"Wait, Jay. Did you just happen to stumble across me?"

"There...may or may not be a tracker in the jacket I bought you... You were in one place for too long."

"I hate that that makes me feel safer."

He smiles apologetically. "I love you."

"I love you too."

[urhoneycombwitch]

using Eddie’s tactics against himself. give that flirt a taste of his own medicine.

you’re both cozy on the couch one night. sleepy and silly from weed but settled on opposite sides of the couch. a situation that needs to be remedied

but YOU don’t wanna be the one who has to move from her own comfy spot. so you sit up and put a hand over your eye, making a little wounded noise, and Eddie’s head snaps to you- “what? what is it?” and moves across the cushions to you

and he gently pries your hands from your face and holds your cheeks between his palms and assess you. and you’re both like 👁️👁️ 👁️👁️ at each other. you with a grin and Eddie with a concerned pinch between his brow.

until it clicks and Eddie gasps… “did you do this… for attention? like when I pull the I Hurt My Lips And Only You Can Kiss It Better operation??”

and he pretends to be sooooo offended. but then coddles you and wraps you up in his arms like “pretty baby doesn’t know they don’t need to ever ask for my attention 🥺. can always just have it ☺️”

[sugarcoated-lame]

KRICKET PLEASE GOD GOD GOD—

especially the, “are you going to come again for me?” and “you can take more.” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

hhhhhhhh seb 💗 right tho I feel like it’s giving soft dom!Joel vibes 🫠🫠

and YEAH… Joel Miller + “good girl” makes me absolutely WEAK in the fucking knees 😵‍💫😵‍💫🫠🫠

You know he’d be the sweetest, softest dom, always checking in with you to make sure you’re okay and comfortable and feeling good.

smut under the cut* ❤️

You’re sat in Joel’s lap, instantly left feeling empty and whimpering at the loss of him as he gently lifts you off of his cock. Your thighs like jello from pushing yourself up and down his length while you rode him, practically melting against him after he’s just pulled your third orgasm out of you—your arms around his shoulders and face buried in his neck.

“Doin’ so good for me, darlin’,” he praises, and you can’t help but mewl against him as the tip of his still-hard cock bumps against your swollen, sensitive clit. “How’s my good girl?”

“Think ya got one more in you?” You nod against him, and one of Joel’s large hands moves to the crown of your hair to gently pull your head from the crook of his neck so that you can look him in the eye.

“Use your words, baby.” His stern tone eliciting another gush of wetness between your thighs. “You gonna come again for me?”

“Yes, daddy… want more”

And once he gets that confirmation, Joel’s right back to absolutely ruining you. Pulling your tired form in closer for a brief, but firm kiss before flipping the two of you over on the mattress so that he’s hovering over you. Lining the tip of his cock back up with your entrance and filling you with one swift thrust of his hips, harsh in comparison to the featherlight kisses he trails along your jaw before whispering into your skin,

“You can take more.”

Whewwww I need to lie down 🫠🫠🫠❤️❤️