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chocolatte-and-despair · 2 years

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XOXO Blood Droplets - Yandere Headcanons

Everett Gray

* Everett is an aggressive yandere. The littliest thing can set him off. You looking at someone else? You talking to someone else? You trying to meet with someone else? He hates the fact that you aren't only paying attention to him and he is going to do absolutely everything in his power to have you. * If you would reject Everett, he would end up probably killing you. I mean, you are someone that he loves, but if you don't love him, then what is your purpose in life?

Nate Lawson

* Nate is a controlling yandere. Nate is a huge control freak. From the way you talk to the way you study to the things you do in your everyday life, Nate will control everything and will get violent with you if you dare reject him or his advances. * If you would reject Nate, he would end up hurting you very badly, without a second thought. To him, you are his, so the thought of you daring to reject him is an insane thought for him.

* JB is a self indulgent yandere. Your existence is to please her. She is selfish and will do absolutely everything in her power to try and keep you to herself, while also putting you in harms way if that means that she will get what she wants at the end of the day. * JB would not believe that you are rejecting her. But if you would keep doing that, she would most likely end up hurting you just to try and get you to love her.

Officer Gercy

* Gercy is a manipulative yandere. She is the type that would want to always have you in her eye sight, making sure you are not doing something that would embarrass her or give people the idea that you are open to dating someone. * If you would reject Gercy, she would end up strangling you without a second thought. She will not allow you to slip away from her.

Bae Pyoun

* Bae is a manipulative yandere. He would do everything to make you think everything is alright, maybe even make you fall in love, before ending up doing something drastic to lock you away and always keep you with himself. * If you reject Bae, he would simply murder you. He adores you and would rather have you in a ghost form, than not have you at all.

Jeremy King

* Jeremy is a controlling yandere. Jeremy will try to have control over everything in your life. He adores you but he also hates the fact that you are around other people that he deems as dirty. If you keep being around them, he will start thinking you are dirty too. * If you dare to try and leave him, he will be so enraged that he will kill you. You seem to have already been dirtied. He can't save you anymore, it looks.

Lynn

* Lynn is a sadistic yandere. He might try not to hurt you but he uses for his own entertainment and often, he bullies you just so he would bully someone. You probably haven't even realized that he loves you because of how he treats you. Lynn hides his love for you very well. * Lynn wouldn't be shocked that you rejected him. You probably think he is teasing you and is about to make fun of you. Looks like he will need to isolate you so you can't help but love him.

Waldo Wilson

* Waldo is a bizarre yandere. He is your absolute best friend and has been the one to try and keep you from the freaks around you, but he never realized how much he fell in love with you as he would spend more and more time with you. You're one of the greatest people that he knows, and he doesn't want to let you leave his side. * If you would reject Waldo, he would return to acting like a friend, but now, he is more jealous and a ticking bomb before he snaps and does something horrible.

Rex Eld

* Rex is a bizarre yandere. Rex adores you but he gets in trouble over the stupidest things for you. He knows that you are someone who people love and he wants to love you so much that he is willing to kill someone for your affection and attention. * If you would reject Rex, he would probably get so sad and think that you like someone else. He would challenge that someone else for your love, most likely ending up the one who dies.

Chand Gerges

* Chand is a harmless yandere. Or well, he is very much in love and obsessed with you, but because he saw what you have to deal with the other maniacs that like you, Chand doesn't want to scare you away and become like them. He is willing to try and become better for you, while his dark thoughts are deep in his mind, waiting to break out and cause trouble. * If you would reject Chand, he would be absolutely heartbroken. That would be probably one of the possible reasons how or why his dark side would come to the surface.

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helahades · 3 years

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PETER P. + PILLOW HUMPING

CONTENT: 18+. gender neutral reader. Peter is 20. desperate. pillow humping. sexually frustrated, fantasizing, hella horny peter. lusty boy stupidity. peter with a crush.

NOTES: inspo from this gifset. here’s an audio of peter moaning, and heres a porn rec of a guy thats vaguely like him in my opinion xoxo

WORD COUNT: ~1.4k

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After a day with you (his favorite trainer) has thoroughly kicked his ass, Peter is many things, but most of all, he's worked up. He needs his brain scrubbed clean of your encouragement and light laughter. Your fiery eyes raking over him, your soft taunts still ripple over his skin in waves. As it has been since the arrival of his powers, his physical condition is quite...changeable. Reactive. It’s most obvious on days like today, when his physical responses are heightened, and every hint of you gets him overexcited.

Today, he was taken down. A hot blooded, magic-infused unstoppable superhero boy was stopped by the skillful strikes and energy redirection of a knowing—and very human trainer, and hours later, he's still hot about it. As he arrives back to his room in the tower, he peels off a shirt thick with your scent, and jumps directly into a burning shower that is a welcome balm to his fiery heart.

Muscles flex as he scrubs at sweat, at hairs that stand on end, and nerves that make him aware of each droplet impact that clings and falls. Dialed to 11, he once said of his senses, and he regards that fact with an exasperated sigh as one hand pushes suds through his hair...the other down to squeeze his cock, half hard and ignored for hours.

It was just training. He tries to keep his thoughts innocent. Tries to reason he’s just rubbing himself clean despite slowly fucking a loose fist, and images of you in your dry fit tank and workout pants only flash by because he is processing the day. Remembering...that move...to be prepared for the next time...your thighs around him...

He opens eyes he doesn't remember closing as his hips jerk into his fisted hand, clasping the free hand over his mouth when he cries out. The soft white lights of his bathroom seem to glow like the sky and just as he considers them, they fade to a pale clementine… as programmed by Mr. Stark to indicate that he has been using up hot water for far too long.

In the next moment, he taps the water control off and is surrounded by steam and silence as he towels off under the glow of the room, watching it lighten to normal. Once in his bedroom, he inhales lungfuls of cool air, groans soft as he squeezes his cock through the towel around his waist. Bouncing where he stands, he finds himself again in the moment when he’d hit the floor, trapped by the heat where your thighs spread over him.

C’mon. Don’t be a creep, Peter

…And yet, his temperature climbs again as images of sweaty skin push around in his mind… he thinks about being pinned down on a mat in the gym where the fans turn icy air over warm bodies. He thinks about pushing his pants down right under his ass in all the excitement, just enough to let himself out so you could ride him--use him from the top.

Some lotion and a lounge outfit later, a pressure deep down makes it harder to deny his lust… he lasts about fifteen seconds into a Rubik’s cube--an attempted distraction--before flinging himself into bed, pushing a large hand under his pants to grip himself where he's desperate. He thinks about the smell of your skin, the way it turns sweeter when you start sweating...the way he wants to witness that flip of your pheromones in bed, where there would be no interruptions from the input of other smells or racking clang of weights.

No...only your grunts, whimpers as you push yourself down on his length, hands all over. He imagines you on top, using him to get off, riding hard, leaving him breathless. One of his own hands is tight around his cock while the other rubs over his skin...chest, stomach, down to his balls. Pumping himself hard, he feels good. It’s so good. It’s...not enough.

The pleasure churning within him is low burning, but nothing is quite enough to get him right to the edge, or match the intensity of the energy that has his legs near shaking, needing to be released. Flashes of your heaving chest, huffed out breaths...

He tries porn. He ignores the fact that he finds some sort of sexual wrestling, and ends up on some role play of a yoga teacher getting fucked...or that he finds himself annoyed that the instructor does not look similar enough to you for him to pretend it's satisfying. Phone in hand, the high and sharp sounds of fake pleasure and skin slapping ring in his brain--it’s all repetitive and none of it is enough.

Tossing his phone to the side, he pulls his pants back up, rolls face down, ends up squeezing the pillow there between his thighs. The light pressure seems to corral small bursts within him, at the base of his cock, and pull it into something broader--a pleasure that wraps around his lower half. It's… new. Shifting languidly into a lazy plank, his arms support his upper half while he pulls the pillow further between muscular thighs and rucks the weight of him right up against it through his hips.

In the deep parts of him, he feels the pleasure of his past efforts, feels his cock full and hard and hot under soft fabric. Shifting his hips back to a better angle on the fluffed mound, the thickness of the sweats run silky over where the boxers have stretched to the form of his hard length and he gasps at the sudden sensitivity, hips bucking in an instinctive response.

He continues these curved strokes, panting as the drags catch onto each possible angle, pressure pushing onto him just right. He’s seeing stars, it's never been like this before. Heart in his throat as he shivers with the pleasure, he adjusts his angle slightly, flinching in reaction to the pressure on his sensitive head.

His brain is already hazy, lulling lazy as a cloud, yet flashing quick in high color images of you. From where he holds himself up, hips curving in full strokes, he imagines you under him, the sound of his hips smacking your ass as he gives it to you just the way you need. He remembers you musing to a friend about a hookup, eyes light in recollection of how they’d taken you rough. He could be the same. He could do you better.

Smoothing deliciously over the underside of his shaft, the pillow begins to sink shapeless under the quick rhythm he sets with the force of his hips, and large hands splay over it, pulling it into him, reactivating the mind blurring friction. He is practically fucking it, holding it down tight, and he imagines handfuls of you… imagines squeezing the flesh of your ass before slapping it. Hard.

You would squeal an innocent little thing. You are far from inexperienced. In fact, he has never seen you anything but sure. Sure of where to strike, sure of what to say, you are well versed and never caught off guard. He just wants to be the one to surprise you, just once.

Wants to make you feel good. Wants you to make him feel...whatever that was before. When the head of his cock drags with a smooth friction, his hips stutter at the thought of your pretty lips rounding the shape of breathy moans and high praises. Your hands on him, playing with the holes in his foresight and his back hitting the mat. The thick squeeze of your strong thighs around him.

Your lips. Your pretty, pretty lips. He thinks about them sealing a bruise on his collar, hot and hard, and that does him in. A couple drags backward, and his whole body is warm, desperate grunts fading into moans that sound something like your name. His hips begin to stutter as he whimpers, built up heat rushing through him, but he squeezes the pillow with his thighs one last time before pulling it back under him with the thick muscles.

Body exhausted and overstimulated with new pleasures and pressures, he only lasts a few more strokes before he falls into the mattress, practically shaking with his eyes squeezed shut as his hips move on their own before his release shoots out of him, making a mess in his pants, also slightly smeared on his stomach where the tip peaks out of his waistband. His face flushes even more--if possible, as he realizes he has never cum so hard… or so much in his life.

Just then he gets a text.

Hottest Avenger: Hey! You did so well today. Hope training didn’t take too much out of you!

You have no idea.

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littleredwing89 · 2 years

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FIRE MEET GASOLINE

Dick Grayson x Reader

Summary: “Nightwing?”, you joked softly. Dick growled. Hearing you say that name. Fuck. The heat roared and he closed in on you, caging you against the kitchen counter. His breaths were ragged as he looked down at you. Heart pounding rapidly. The lust pulsed behind his eyes.

Warnings – Language. Smut. NSFW. Sex Pollen.

Word Count: 4,063

A/N: — This is the last of my entries for @pricetagofficial‘s writing challenge!! Hope you all love it xoxo

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The steam curled in the air, twisting and turning slowly as you stepped out of the bathroom; towel wrapped tightly around your naked body. Your damp hair hung loose around your shoulders, tiny droplets of water from the ends tracing down into the towel.

The apartment was quiet. Peaceful. You had the place to yourself tonight. Dick was out on patrol, and wouldn’t be back till at least 4am. You padded through to the kitchen, planning to make yourself a hot chocolate to snuggle up in bed with as you finished the last chapter of your book. Perfect.

You bustled around the kitchen, humming to yourself softly, as the kettle began to boil. You jumped and gasped when you heard a loud clatter from the living room. The fear shivered down your spine and made your skin prickle. Your eyes darted around, looking for a weapon. Something to defend yourself with.

The flood of panic throbbed through your veins as you heard more banging and then uneven footsteps, coming towards the kitchen. You tried to reach for the knife drawer but stopped when you heard the voice.

“S-sweetheart?”.

Dick. It was Dick. Your Dick. Relief washed over you and allowed yourself to smile. When he appeared in the doorway, he was still clad in his Nightwing outfit but he looked dishevelled. His dark hair was damp and matted against his forehead, sweat curling it wildly. The skin you could see looked flushed and sticky.

“Dick? Are you ok?”, you started to worry. Was he getting sick? Is that why he was home so early?

“Did something happen?”.

Dick’s domino mask covered his usual ocean blue eyes, replacing them with a cyber white distortion. He felt the heat clawing through him, desperate to burst into flame and consume him. He swallowed, looking over your body. Wrapped up in a fluffy white towel. Bare. He could see the curve of your breasts, the dip of your waist and the full length of your legs. A strangled sound formed in his chest, the blood rushing south.

“Nightwing?”, you joked softly.

Dick growled. Hearing you say that name. Fuck. The heat roared and he closed in on you, caging you against the kitchen counter. His breaths were ragged as he looked down at you. Heart pounding rapidly. The lust pulsed behind his eyes.

“Say that again”, he demanded, his voice clipped with desire.

You shivered against him. The feel of his suit grinding into your body. Looking up in the whites of the mask, you pressed your palm to the centre of his chest, the middle of his symbol.

You had no idea what had gotten into Dick, but you were happy to oblige him.

“Nightwing”, you purred.

Dick crashed his lips to yours feverishly, kissing you with a burning passion. You coiled your arms around his neck, your fingers carding into the back of his hair, tugging hard. He growled and rutted his hips into yours desperately, letting you feel his hard cock.

His tongue stroked along your lips, begging for entrance. You opened the kiss and moaned into his mouth, letting him swallow up the sounds.

Dick whined, feeding off your perfect little sounds. His gloved hands travelled the full expanse of your body over the towel. The sensation of the suit material made you shiver. The fresh scent of your body wash invaded his senses, making his cock twitch painfully against his suit. Fuck. You’d used his favourite. The coconut one. His hips thrust forward again. Fuck, he needed you badly.

His lips dragged across your cheek and down your neck, nipping and sucking on your exposed flesh. Clever fingers found the tie on the front of your towel and he ripped it off in one fluid motion, leaving you completely bare.

“Fuck-sweetheart”, his voice cracked, the neediness seeping through and coating you, “Fuck…please…please let me”, he begged.

He licked over your collar bone before sinking his teeth into the junction of your neck. Fuck. Dick wanted to be careful but he couldn’t control himself, the pollen heightening his arousal. His gloved hands moved up from your waist and palmed your breasts, pinching your nipples. They pebbled instantly. Your head tipped back as you mewled in pleasure. The coarse material of his gloves felt amazing.

“Baby”, he pleaded, “L-let me make you feel good”, he choked out, fingers dipping back down your stomach, dancing just above your pussy, “Please sweetheart…fuck- I need-”.

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653 notes • Posted 2021-11-05 10:00:53 GMT

THE ALPHA

Alpha!Jason Todd x Omega!Reader

Summary: The Omega's scent, which was tantalizing in the hallway, like a fine perfume, rushed out of the open door in a thick fog. Jason breathed deep, tasting your spice on his tongue, feeling his knot swell.

Warnings – Language. Smut. ABO Dynamics.

Word Count: 1,638

A/N: Shout out to the best wife ever @internalsealpanic - hope you had an amazing birthday. Wuv you. xoxo

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Soft moans and high pitched whines filled the dingy hallway he crept down, and the enticing blend of sweat, frustration, and Omega slick filled Jason's nose, blood racing through his body to his cock in a dizzying rush. Following your scent had been easy, once he got the text about an unmated Omega disturbing the local pride of werecats with your stench.

To Jason, as he breathed deep again, feeling his entire body swell, his own Alpha pheromones a cool counterpoint to your spicy heated ones, the scent was ambrosia. His body hummed with anticipation. As he neared the door from which the scents and frustrated whimpers came, Jason was supremely pleased to not smell signs of any other males of their kind. He'd be your first.

His hand rested on the metal doorknob, feeling the flimsy wood of the door underneath, and when you didn't answer his rattling knock, only letting out a frustrated whimper, Jason jerked hard on the door, feeling the lock shatter as the door popped open.

The Omega's scent, which was tantalizing in the hallway, like a fine perfume, rushed out of the open door in a thick fog. Jason breathed deep, tasting your spice on his tongue, feeling his knot swell. An amazing feat considering it usually required vigorous fucking to grow.

Gaze sweeping the small efficiency apartment, Jason took in the dirty dishes in the sink to the left, the smell of bad food just starting to turn, permeating the air, a tiny TV, and beat up lounge chair. And finally, the small, twin sized bed upon which you laid, your curls matted with sweat, groaning on a mass of tangled bedding. Jason stood transfixed, fingers digging into and cracking the flimsy, particle board door as he watched you slam yourself down onto a black glitter plastic cock.

He growled at the sight. No Omega should be without an Alpha cock. And now that he found you, he would not fail you. The growl reverberated in the room, and your rhythm faltered, dilated eyes flying open. Startled eyes met his, the iris almost swallowed by your desire. Your slim neck bobbed in a swallow, and a low voice rasped as your hips kicked up their movement.

“Please…please!”.

Jason shut the door with a snap, flipping the damaged lock so hard it wedged the door shut. He was across the floor in three steps, hands tugging off his shirt and toeing off his boots as his knees hit the bed.

Your eyes went wide, movement slowing as he slowly crouched over you. Jason growled and your eyes went wide again, the scent of fresh slick filling the room.

He fell on top of you without warning, caging your body under him as he shimmied out of his jeans, his swollen cock springing free, bobbing painfully against his abs. His hand grasped the end of the warm, slick dildo, pulling it out slowly while you moaned, hips thrusting in complaint. A gush of slick coated his hand. Jason's mouth watered and his tongue lapped your essence from his fingers without his permission.

Addictive.

Spicy, sweet honey covered his tongue, sending so much blood to his painfully hard cock he was dizzy.

He had to have you. Now. And judging from the writhing limbs trying to draw him in and needy moans, you, the Omega was just as desperate.

His hips surged forward without a thought, urgency and instincts driving his movements. The heat and tight grip of your soaked flesh made him moan into your neck. Sensation sparked from his cock all the way up his spine, lighting his nerves like fireworks. He thrust again, burrowing deeper.

You were tight, but the substitute cock you’d been using and the need that gripped you negated the need for foreplay. Later, once your heat faded to levels that allowed you to feel something other than the overwhelming desire to be filled and knotted, he would feast on you, showing you pleasure in other ways.

But now, as your little nails pierced his skin, heels digging into his ass, he gave you what you needed, strong, powerful thrusts until he was bottoming out inside you, hips snapping like a piston.

You clenched, your pussy gripping him so tight he thought he'd lose all feeling in his cock, and then rippled in a sensual massage as you came, crying out with a broken sob.

Still you moaned for more, scratching and snarling until he shook the bed with his thrusts, his cock swelling uncomfortably large, the tingling in the base of the shaft telling him it was time to knot you, his female.

Jason worried you were still too tight, too small to handle a knot, and tried to keep his strokes shallow, gritting his teeth against his instincts. You snarled, hooking your feet around his waist, and drove him deep, your hips driving him home. Your pelvises ground together and you came again, writhing against him.

He huffed, amused. If you wanted it that way, fine, he'd tried to spare you. The least he could do was battle the coming pain with pleasure. Bracing himself on one hand, the other slipped between your sweaty bodies, down soft skin to where you were joined. He drove into you harder, faster, knowing he would need speed and force to keep his knot moving once it started swelling. If he didn't drive it up behind your pelvic bone to the clump of nerves back that would give you both pleasure as he rocked his knot inside you, it would be an uncomfortable and unsatisfying joining for both of you.

And the last thing any Alpha wanted was to be knotted to a pissed off and dissatisfied Omega.

His fingers found your clit with ease, circling the little nub until it stiffened. Jason felt your entire body clench, stars dancing behind his eyes at the sensation as he manipulated your nerve endings and felt your internal muscles grip him.

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669 notes • Posted 2021-07-28 21:00:52 GMT

CAR WASH

Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: You looked at the dent on the bonnet and ran your nails over it before grabbing the nozzle of the hose off the floor, preparing to start cleaning the car, “You really hit him hard babe”. “I always go in hard”, Jason smirked cheekily and slapped your ass, enjoying the little shocked gasp that left your plump lips. You turned towards him, aiming the hose, threatening him with it, “Behave!”.

Warnings – Language. NSFW. Smut. Fluff. Pre-established relationship.

Word Count: 2,827

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The sweet scent of fresh strawberry lemonade wafted around the kitchen as you poured out two large glasses. The ice crackled as the liquid hit it. It was the perfect drink for a hot summer's day, not to mention it was Jason’s favourite. You looked out of the window, the crystal clear blue sky was dazzling.

“Princess?”, his deep Bowery accent made you turn around.

“Yeah?”, you grabbed both glasses, handing him one, taking a small sip of your own. The sweet tang lighting up your taste buds.

He gave you a grateful smile before taking a large swig of the lemonade. He groaned softly and wiped the moisture from the top of his lip, “I swear this just tastes better every time”.

Giggling, you rolled your eyes, “Charmer — I assume you’re after something?”.

“No…maybe…”, he smirked, “Ok, yes— do you think you could help me clean the car? I got it a bit dirty last night and…”, he saw your face grimacing, “Please princess, I’ll owe you one…and think of it this way…we’ll be spending quality time together!”.

You took another sip of your drink, the fresh strawberries bobbing against the ice cubes. Jason rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish.

“Come on…it’s a beautiful day outside, when we’re done we can have a BBQ”, he bartered, hoping to lure you into the chore.

“Fine, fine!”, you grinned and put your glass down on the kitchen counter, “But you better make that delicious steak burger you did last time”.

“Deal!”.

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Staring at the red convertible you couldn’t hide the look of shock from your features. His normally pristine car looked horrific. Claw marks ran down both sides marring the shiny paintwork. You were certain there was a dent in the bonnet as well.

“Jason, baby…your car looks like you ran over Killer Croc”, you leaned forward looking at the strange looking gunk smeared over one of the headlights, it dripped onto the cobbled driveway.

Jason winced, “Ok I didn't run him over…he kind of was just in front of my car and Dick said to-”.

“Jason!!”, you scolded, making a mental note to also tackle Dick when you next saw him.

“What? It was either him or me!”, Jason defended, then looked at his precious car, sighing at the damage.

You looked at the dent on the bonnet and ran your nails over it before grabbing the nozzle of the hose off the floor, preparing to start cleaning the car, “You really hit him hard babe”.

“I always go in hard”, Jason smirked cheekily and slapped your ass, enjoying the little shocked gasp that left your plump lips.

You turned towards him, aiming the hose, threatening him with it, “Behave!”.

He grinned, giving you a confident wink, “You don’t usually complain, princess”.

Spraying him with the cold water, you laughed and rolled your eyes, “Stop being insufferable, Gladys might be able to hear you”.

Shaking his black locks out of his dazzling blue eyes, Jason barked out a loud laugh, “I'm sure she's heard worse things at night”. He winked salaciously at you, edging closer.

You noticed his damp white T-shirt was clinging to every muscle on his body, highlighting his exceptional frame. Licking your lips, you tried to ignore the heat buzzing through your veins. You switched the pressure of the nozzle and sprayed him again, catching him directly in the face. You squealed with laughter.

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694 notes • Posted 2021-10-06 10:54:14 GMT

🎀 Special Event Masterlist 🎀

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My Masterlist of Blurbs from the Special Event - 2021. Please be warned, those marked with a star (**) are NSFW, 18+.

Thanks to everyone who sent in a request and all the love I received ❤❤ xoxo

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JASON TODD

Jason Todd x You - ** Special Wake Up

Jason Todd x You - Slasher Film

Jason Todd x You - First Date

Jason Todd x You - ** Shotgun

Jason Todd x You - ** Sub!Jason x Dom!Reader

Jason Todd x You - Nightmares

Arkham Knight x You - ** Jealous Sex

Jason Todd x You - Training

Jason Todd x You - ** Rough Sex

Jason Todd x You - ** Hayride

Jason Todd x You - S'mores

Arkham Knight x You - Illness

Jason Todd x You - ** Prince Of Gotham

Jason Todd x You - The One

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1159 notes • Posted 2021-04-23 11:42:39 GMT

Powder

POWDER

Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: Jason twisted away from her touch, hurling his large body up trying to free his ankle, “Look, it’s nothing personal Pam, you just can’t operate these kinds of opioids in Gotham”. “Oh Hood, you say that like you can stop me”. “Oh trust me, I-”, Jason’s sentence fell short as Ivy blew a soft pink powder into his face.

Warnings – Language. NSFW. Smut. Sex Pollen. Liberal use of the word ‘Princess’.

Word Count: 5,763

A/N: I was ‘encouraged’ lovingly to write Jason Todd sex pollen @internalsealpanic. Nearly 6k words of pure smut. Enjoy. xoxo

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Glass shards shattered around his head as Jason narrowly avoided one of Ivy’s poisonous vines. He rolled forward and ducked under a wooden table, gripping onto one of his guns aiming for the root of the plant. He’d managed to track the recent batch of drugs back to the Botanical Gardens, after ‘convincing’ one of the dealers to spill the information.

“You shouldn’t have come here Hood”, Ivy’s honey coated voice carried through the air. Jason could still hear it loosely laced with venom.

“Sorry, I just can't let the people of Gotham get tangled up in this kind of thing”, he sniggered under his breath at the terrible pun. He was getting as bad as Dick.

Ivy scoffed and sent several more vines towards Jason, trying to knock the pistol out of his hands, “Oh Hood, leave the clowning around to Harley”.

Jason smirked and slid forward on his stomach, slashing at the vines with a knife he had in the top of his combat boots. There was a sharp screech from Ivy as he did, “Sweetheart, I would if she was any good at it”.

Hearing the sarcastic comment, Ivy huffed with irritation, “You bats are all the same!”.

She stepped forward from the wide open Venus fly trap and snapped her fingers. Roots sprouted from the floor and caught Jason’s foot unsuspectingly turning him upside down. He growled as the gun slipped from his fingers.

“Such an arrogant specimen of the male species”, Ivy hummed as she circled Jason, tracing her hand down the front of his jacket and over his face. His breathing stuttered for a second as Ivy clicked the side of his helmet, revealing his domino covered face.

“Look-”.

Ivy glared and cut him off pressed her finger to his lips, “I told you to stay out of my way”.

Jason twisted away from her touch, hurling his large body up trying to free his ankle, “Look, it’s nothing personal Pam, you just can’t operate these kinds of opioids in Gotham”.

“Oh Hood, you say that like you can stop me”.

“Oh trust me, I-”, Jason’s sentence fell short as Ivy blew a soft pink powder into his face. The substance invaded his nostrils and soaked into the pores of his skin. A scorching heat ripped through his body causing him to cry out.

Ivy smirked, pressing a light kiss to his sweaty cheek, “I’ll see you around Hood”.

She moved backwards as one of the vines dragged him out of the botanical gardens dumping him on one of the nearby roofs.

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You could hear the clattering in the kitchen. Jason had to be back but it was a little earlier than normal for him you thought. Getting out of bed you padded through to the kitchen and smiled when you saw his large frame hunched over the sink. His fist clenched dangerously around a glass of water.

“Hey”, you murmured softly, “I didn’t think you’d be back yet”.

When Jason turned round his usual icy blue eyes were blown jet black. His forehead was damp causing his dark locks to matt to his skin. His face was twisted with lust and agony as he bit his bottom lip, almost toying with his next action.

“Jason?”.

Within seconds he’d crossed the kitchen and pinned you to the wall roughly, his body caging you.

“Need you”, he managed to choke out before his lips burnt kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking your flushing skin.

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So. I recently played XOXO Droplets and XOXO Blood Droplets with a friend of mine. We accidentally played XOXOBD before the other one, and you can only IMAGINE our confised screaming. Yesterday, we found out you're the voice actor of Pran(bestboy). Good job dude, but... what the FUCK is that game and why do I love it to death

its bizarre and i love it

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XOXO Droplets Avatar!AU headcanons?

it has some spoilers.

Jb: You’d think that just because she’s the mc I’d make her the avatar, right? Hah! wrong. She’d be a firebender. Jb’s confidence and high spirit would be perfect to enlighten her inner flame.

She’d be one of the people that learned her bending at an early age, often training to improve those abilities. And showing off wink wink. During Aang's era she wouldn’t be involved for a long period, minding her own business in her village as to not attract firebenders to find out about her different views. At best she wouldn’t mind training the avatar to firebend if Zuko wasn’t available. Or help in battle if the situation ever occurred.

In the period of Korra she’d be raised in the fire nation and move out to republic city once she’s convinced her parents to live on her own. She’d discover the pro bending sports which quickly infatuated her making Jb strut her pretty legs to insist on the poor team that happens to lack a firebender teamplayer.

And if you think this gal won’t flirt with sappy fire puns then it’s a shame that we’d have to disagree while respectfully viewing each others opinion, reader.

Everett: This poor guy’s the only one who ends up bender-less in all timelines. He’d hope for something cool like firebending or earthbending since they have cool sub-skills like lighting generation and lava bending. Someone would want to tell him that the alterations in waterbending has double the alterations compared to either of them.

And you know what? He doesn’t care. He’s not interested in bending with body movements that “matches the motion of the waves”. Plus.. in his mind blood bending is kinda freaky. So fire or earth would be perfect fits in his mind! An element doesn’t need a lot of sub-skills to be cool after all.

Sucks that he didn’t end up with either in the end though. His mom as well as Lynn would reassure him that it could take some time for him to discover his powers since people are different. Nate would also be supportive but more in a “just because you have no bending powers doesn’t mean you get to slack off. Now stop feeling sorry for yourself and get yourself together.” way. But in the end of the day through all of his frustration,struggle and insecurity I believe that he’ll be able to show off what his charmingly lame self is made of without any of that.

Nate: He’s a firebender. No one is really surprised but people tend to be wary of his bending and rage coming through at the same time. In a way the use of fire would be the way for Nate to release his inner turmoils. Problem is that down the line rage isn’t the most progressive method to fuel your strength.

Nate will eventually have to learn to redirect his energy once he’s older since eventually his power is going to be weakened due to stronger emotional control. Sadly, as much as I don’t want to leave it like this I can’t imagine the outcome of that scenario. Though, I bet he’s more content with himself in the end.

Shiloh: Who knows?

No but for real, Shiloh would probably be that one person that you wouldn’t be able to directly tell which nation he belongs to based on clothing and such. It’ll be a tougher time for any poor fellow who’d want to guess if he lived in Republic city too. Shya will always be known as that guy who people think have this power until something contradicts their theory. No one will know the answer. A true shame.

Bae: It’ll take a long while before Bae takes initiative to become a bender. In some cases he might not be one at all. That scenario would depend on leap of fate. Let’s say for example that Bae was traveling to the Northern Water Tribe. In that moment he’d be fascinated by the water benders ability to redirect energy from a body to heal a wound at an accelerating rate. He’d ask to be taught this technique much to the surprise of the female benders. Waterbending would be the most preferable one in his eyes. It’s kind of nice if you don’t fight with it and take your time mastering the soothing tai chi based moves after all.

Jeremy: Much to his dismay Jeremy is an earthbender. He discovered it that one time when he got fussy during an argument with someone. He kicked the ground in frustration and the earth rose up, traveling in a sporadic line as response. Jeremy didn’t expect this revelation. Both of his parents where non benders so he wouldn’t be able to pinpoint where he got it from.

Anyway, he’d rather forget all of it. There’s no point in learning earthbending in his mind, it’s better not to bother. Or at least that’s what he thought his plan was. Unfortunately someone discovered Jeremy’s newfound bending powers. They’d insist on making the push over train to enchanted his abilities.

Unfortunately for them Jeremy was much more of an effortless wimp than they initially thought. Jeremy would give an expected mopey line at the persons defeat. Until it hits them; the Kings runs a hobby shop, Jeremy is the handy one, he can metal bend! He’d then be insisted to find a mentor to teach him metal bending.

Of course He’d appear indifferent, but secretly Jeremy would be intrigued. However, he wouldn’t use his abilities in greater use. Instead his mental bending would be a tool for his crafting.

Pran: At first he wouldn’t bother to figure out which type of bending he could do. He’d sit somewhere alone from the others until someone pestered him about showing off what he can do since Pran seems like a tough guy based on his physical form. If he lived during the era that Aang lived he’d remain a non-bender being content in solely using his bare body strength to fight during the war.

But if was at the time when Korra’s the avatar he’d discover that he was one of the people that gained the ability of airbending. There would be jokes that someone like Pran isn’t suited for the “twinkle toe” type.

But despite the comments and his own stubbornness to detach himself from his new ability he’ll come to find that the air helps to channel his own energy. Pran’s fighting style is quick and aggressive, much like a fire bender.

But what airbending does that fire bending can’t is the ability to let his core strength out. He’d be pleasantly pleased with how far he’s reached. I doubt he’d be willing to be within the temples to become an air nomad because of the Kings. But when that conflict is resolved he ultimately decides to stay there for a couple of months until he’s decided where to go from here.

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what could be as lonely as love?

[part two of it’s a slow cinnamon summer. read part 1]

(a/n: Y’ALL. I JUST DELETED THE ORIGINAL POST. I’m so mad at myself... if you liked this or reblogged it sometime yesterday or today...feel free to do it again. The feedback i’ve gotten has honestly been the best. You guys are amazing. I will try to get part 3 up tomorrow. xoxo Content T+)

In the weeks following the secret lake party, Josie decided to throw a small get together at her house for their group of friends. Although Anne did not necessarily consider herself a friend of Josie’s, Ruby had begged and pleaded in the wake of Diana’s absence, especially since Moody was going to be there, and the two had been spending an awful lot of time together. Ruby was convinced that it would only be a matter of days before they officially began courting. Anne could find it within herself to be grateful that Ruby had given up her lifelong pining of Gilbert, however, the reasons why were still not entirely clear to her.

But she knew it had something to do with that night at the lake, where she was beginning to see him as potentially more than a friend. And it frightened her.

Josie spared no expense in ensuring her friends had plates of food and many glasses of punch to help them enjoy the midsummer evening. After one glass, Ruby was giggling uncontrollably at a joke Moody had made and by glass two she was sobbing hysterically at a song he was strumming on his banjo.

This was when she understood exactly just what kind of beverage this punch had in it, and she took it upon herself to drink enough until the movements of her body felt looser and her mind was a little less sad. Marilla trusted her judgement and Anne had grown far wiser when it came to drinking alcohol since the day when Diana and her consumed a whole bottle of raspberry cordial. She smiled reminiscently at the memory as she swirled the orange liquid in her glass and finished the rest with a silent toast to her bosom friend, hoping that she was savoring her time in France.

Deciding she had enough of the girls’ dramatics, Anne slipped outside of the house into the clear, July evening that she was fixed on enjoying properly.

She found herself trailing delightedly through the Pye’s enormous garden, the scent of blooming roses wafting through the twilight air and encompassing her slightly buzzed senses. Giggling lowly, she closed her eyes and attempted to follow the direction of that glorious smell with solely the use of her nose. She reached her arms out to feel for the delicate texture of a petal as she continued further into the maze of tall bushes.

“Where, oh where, are you my lovely friends?” she called out joyfully into the nature surrounding her. For the most part, she was doing well to avoid running into the walls of bushes, but occasionally she walked headlong into one and had to use her vision by slightly squinting open one eye to redirect her path. The several glasses of punch she drank with her classmates seemed to be helping her discover the world in a new light tonight and she could not resist feeling grateful for it.

Eventually, her fingers found the source of her elation, and she knew she had made her discovery when she felt not only the feather-soft, smoothness of rose petals, but also the prickly thorns that accompanied them. Gasping from the slight ache on her pointer finger from the unexpected sharpness, Anne let her eyes drift open fully to appreciate the hundreds of red blooms that lay before her.

“Ah, there you are,” she grinned cheerily, sticking her finger in her mouth to stop the small drop of blood that had formed. “You are especially marvelous tonight with your velvety red petals and deliciously smelling perfume.” She dropped her hand to glide along the tops of the flowers and revelled in their feel.

“Anne?”

The girl heard her name, yet her jubilant ministrations on the rose bushes continued.

“Anne is that you?”

Pausing this time, she turned slowly to face the owner of the curious, low voice. Before her sat Gilbert Blythe, glass of punch in his hand, resting comfortably on an elegant wired bench that was almost humorously too petite for his large, broad form. At this realization, Anne let out an amused laugh, her mind still rather loose from the alcohol she had consumed.

Gilbert’s eyebrow raised in perplexity, his eyes looking bright and content in the dimming evening air. The side of his mouth quirked upwards, revealing half of a smile, as Anne’s laughter began to grow louder and harder until she was clutching her side in a desperate attempt to keep herself from toppling onto the green ground.

“Oh Gilbert,” Anne choked, tears streaming down her cheeks as she choked for air. “I--you--” she attempted again, pushing the falling tendrils of coppery hair back from her face. “That bench you’re sitting on--it looks as it could nearly topple in half at any moment.” If only her brain would have allowed her to consider the words coming out of her mouth…

“Anne Shirely-Cuthbert,” Gilbert chuckled, quite entertained at this girl before him. “Are you calling me fat?” His face broke into a wide, dimpled smile that Anne could not help but saunter toward slightly, her feet moving on their own accord.

“I would never,” she playfully gasped, stopping directly in front of him so that she could get a better look at his dapper features. This was the happiest she had seen him look in a long time, and she wondered if it had anything to do with the drink in his hand. It had certainly aided in lowering her inhibitions. “I am positive that your big ego could do that all on it’s own.”

His face twisted into a mock expression of hurt and Anne’s laughter returned, a melodious tune ringing in his ears. “My ego may never return to the size it once was after a remark like that, Anne,” he grinned, his eyes staring fondly into hers. He brought his glass up to his lips for another sip of his drink.

Anne watched as his lips curled around the rim of the glass, an unwelcome heat forming in the pit of her stomach. These were not details about him she would usually notice and she tried her best to redirect her line of thinking onto something less romantical.

“Do you know what I’ve always wanted to do, Gil? Touch your hair,” she gingerly stated. Great, Anne. That was just the perfectly normal comment to say to someone who was definitely not your romantic partner.

She watched his shoulders tense and the lighthearted expression on his face faltered enough for her to notice. “Anne,” he replied in a tone that denied everything his body had already told her. “How many drinks have you had tonight?”

Anne crossed her arms, irritation building in her chest. For him to think that she needed to be drunk to say something like she wanted to touch his hair. The nerve. “Why is it of your concern? I’ll have you know that I am entirely in control of my thoughts and actions, thank you very much,” came her terse response.

He glanced away from her, not buying into what she had told him, however, he would not dare tell her that for he was a bit tipsy himself.

Anne waited crossly until he finished the drink in his hand, which he was gulping down this time. No longer caring that she would later regret a majority of the choices she was going to make from this point forward, the freckled girl stared boldly at him gulp down his drink, his adam’s apple bobbing, wanting nothing more than to prove him wrong.

The heat in the pit of her stomach had returned, and was growing until she could feel it everywhere. Her whole body was hot and it was all because of him. The handsome boy in front of her with his deep, warm eyes that constantly brought reassurance in her moments of doubt, the spotted beauty marks on his face that she wished to count and connect to form new constellations, and that hair. His dark, wild head of curls that folded in every direction, and had been tempting her to reach out and run her fingers through for weeks now. The jealousy she had felt all because of those water droplets that had clung to it that night.

When he turned his head back toward her, he seemed to pick up on the newfound intensity in her sparkling blue eyes. He rivaled her dark scrutiny with a matching expression of his own.

“So may I?” she asked once again, her chin tilting up to signal that she was not going to relinquish this quest.

“Fine.” His retort was clipped and unfeeling, which left Anne further annoyed that he was acting childish about simply granting her this one wish.

Normally, she was not the selfish type. She was always ready to leave her work at the drop of a hat and run off to help someone in need. But not today. No, in this secluded section of Josie Pye’s garden, filled up on a little too much spiked punch, Anne Shirley-Cuthbert was bound and determined to get her way.

She sealed the distance between them, inching forward until her knees brushed against his. Despite the fabric separating them, her skin burned hot enough that she almost stumbled backward. Quickly steadying herself, she reached out a tentative hand that ghosted along the side of his head. Anne was trying her hardest not to look at Gilbert for she had a sinking suspicion that she would know exactly what she would see if she looked into his eyes. Her hand trembled as she moved her fingertips ever so slowly along the tips of his hair.

Then she brought her fingers into his curly locks and he let out a small gasp of pent up air that she feared had come from her mouth instead because as she touched his hair lightly with one hand, her heart nearly exploded out of her chest cavity in trepidation. His silky strands were everything that she imagined and more. It was as if she were running her hands along the tall wildflowers that grew in the fields near Green Gables. She began to lightly twist a finger around a strand and she watched as it coiled gracefully to her request and then bounce back to its original form. However, one hand coursing through his luscious, sleek hair was not enough for her, and Anne raised her other hand to continue her analysis. As that hand landed on his head, Gilbert’s hands were suddenly grabbing ahold of her waist.

Anne immediately froze, her tender exploration coming to a halt as she inhaled sharply at the contact. She looked straight ahead at the green shrubbery before her and her fuzzy brain wondered if he was going to let go. He did not. Yet she would be a liar if she tried to deny that she didn’t enjoy the slight pressure his large hands were currently presenting on her waist. Reluctantly removing her hands from his hair, she brought them down to hover on top of his hands instead, still not meeting his gaze.

That’s when she heard a whisper, barely loud enough for her ears to register, and quite desperate, “Anne.”

And for the second time that evening, the copper-haired girl was selfish and finally gave in to what she wanted, no matter how insane the desire was, her blood pumping furiously throughout her body with courage. Closing her eyes, she swiftly pressed her lips against his, sunbursts of light exploding behind her eyelids. A noise of shock bubbled out of Gilbert’s throat at first, then he was pulling her closer to him and her body was wedged between his legs quite scandalously, but when had she ever been one to care about what society deemed as proper?

Here she was, heatedly kissing the most beautiful boy she had ever met, and he was returning her advances with all of the passion and fervor she had ever dreamed of. His lips were slightly chapped, however they felt nearly as soft as his hair that her fingers had returned to, and when she pulled at it, a low moan reverberated in the back of his throat, and Anne Shirley-Cuthbert was confident that Gilbert Blythe was going to be the reason for her undoing.

Finally pulling back, Gilbert leaned his forehead against hers and looked at her with heavy-lidded eyes. “Anne-girl,” he murmured breathlessly, a hand coming up from her waist and caressing the freckles on her cheek with his knuckles. Anne’s heart soared from hearing his affectionate nickname spoken from his lips in such a delicate manner. “I think you’ve made your point,” he added with a quirk of his lips.

“Hmm...I’m not sure I have,” she teased lightheartedly, tugging again at the dark strands, which prompted Gilbert to go in for another stolen kiss. She ended it quickly though by pulling away from his embrace from where he sat on the bench and taking a distancing set away from him. “We should be getting back to the house. It’s getting late.” Her mind felt like it was becoming clearer. Anne would have tried to walk back by herself, but the game she had made up to find the roses had ultimately left her lost in this garden.

Gilbert could not help hiding the look of disappointment that crossed his face at her abrupt request after the moment they had shared. He rose and offered her his arm, which she accepted graciously with a placid smile, and they started in the direction from which they initially came in silence, neither seeming to know quite what to say.

“If I behaved immodestly--” she blurted out anxiously, keeping her eyes directed toward the ground. Now that the alcohol was wearing off, rational Anne, who knew how to behave in the presence of a boy, a friend, was returning.

The boy walking beside her let out an incredulous huff. “You didn’t Anne and if I did anything to lead you---”

“Absolutely not Gil,” Anne broke in vigorously, lifting her eyes to meet his with a calm assurance. As much as it pained her to say it, she added, “I think I just need some time to think and process some of the events that conspired tonight.”

Gilbert’s voice sounded tight as he hollowly agreed, “Yes, of course.” This did not do much to aid the guilt she felt in the pit of her stomach during the rest of the walk to the house.

He did not say a word and neither did she.

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The journey back to Green Gables with him by her side was just as quiet and tense, which was very unlike them. Usually they talked far beyond their arrival at the front gate of her home, to the point where Marilla was calling for Anne to come inside the house. Tonight, Gilbert gave her a brief ‘Goodnight’ and turned in the opposite direction toward the Blythe Farm. Anne stood at the gate, watching him go until she could no longer see his broad outline, her throat feeling exceptionally dry. Not like when his lips had been dragging along hers only hours prior. She briefly considered shouting out to him and working to talk this whole situation out. Explain that she had wanted it to happen so badly. Yet he had shut himself off to her because she had hurt him by not saying more.

Here it was, the regret. She was a foolish girl, Marilla was right.

Sighing loudly, Anne opened the gate and made her way into Green Gables. She had assured Matthew and Marilla that she would be alright without them waiting up for her tonight so they were fast asleep in their beds.

When she got to her room, she shut the door quietly and flopped down on her bed, biting down on her bottom lip, hard, in an effort to keep the tears welling up in her eyes from spilling. It was no use. All she could picture was Gilbert, Gilbert, Gilbert. The way his mouth tasted, how he made every nerve in her body act on their own accord, the noises he made because of her.

She knew sleep would be futile tonight.

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