amara ୨୧

controversially young girlfriend of many. smut writer.

[arkhamslvts]

MARAS HOMEBASE. .

💋 amara. 19. she/her. blk. smut writer. mdni.

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✉️ hal jordan, kyle rayner, bruce wayne, jason todd, dick grayson, roy harper, frank castle, magneto, moon knight & more

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[ivysangel]

FRATBOYVERSE: MUNCH RANKINGS - ft. jason todd, dick grayson, wally west, and roy harper - 18+ MDNI

NOTE - have not abandoned ship guys i promise 😣 thank u for 2k! not proofread

coming in at #4 - ROY HARPER

do not mistake him being placed at four as him being bad at eating pussy. he knows how to lick that cat right. it's just not his preferred method of making you cum

he prefers receiving head over giving head. he can't help it!! however, if you really insist that he go down on you, like really really emphasize that it's only fair that he give you a little something after you gave him a little something...he will do it. reluctantly.

he comes up for air complaining that his jaw hurts but he'll still go back down because he'll be remiss if a woman leaves his room unsatisfied.

likes when you get bossy and tell him to shut the fuck up and just eat.

gets a boner and then ends up bargaining with you to stay a little longer so he can fuck you right

would definitely pull the blue balls card and tell you that you're evil for leaving him hanging

coming in at #3 - JASON TODD

a munch after my own heart. only ranked at #3 just because the other two are better

very nonchalant about eating the cat in the sense that he's not going to show you how badly he wants it, but just know he wants it BAD

prefers having his face sat on (actually probably the leader of the face sitting enthusiasts fan club), but he's not gonna turn his nose up kneeling down to eat you out or like eating it from the back ykwim?

big fan of the mouth + fingers combo. he knows he's got big hands and thick fingers so he likes to utilize them in addition to his tongue to really put you over the edge

does lowkey want a blowjob in return. won't outright say it, but will look at you, then look at his dick, then look at you again

coming it at #2 - DICK GRAYSON

ranked at #2 for his experience ALONE.

like we know by now that he gets around so if there's anyone that's gonna give you a guaranteed orgasm it's dick

downside (hardly) is that once he's on you, good luck getting him off

sadistic little fuck so he's gonna overstimulate you just because he can. enjoys making you squirm because it boosts his ego knowing he's got you writhing from his mouth alone

lowkey prefers eating it from the back because that means easy access to your ass either for eating or anal, but doesn't get to do it much because not enough girls on campus are freaked out like that 💔

bonus: will eat his cum out of you bc he's a #real eater

coming it at #1 - WALLY WEST

ranked #1 because not only his he good, but because he does this for the love of the game

eating you out turns him the fuck on. like rutting against the bed while he's going down on you because he's getting off on you getting off

won't ask for anything in return except maybe letting him eat you again at a later date...or even tonight...like...if you're down...totes no pressure tho

takes pride in surprising you with how fast he can make you come since he looks very unsuspecting. it's the fastest orgasm you'll ever have and by far one of the best too

will ruin oral for you. you will never find another pussy eater as good as him. unfortunately for you, he can't be locked down. there's just too much pussy out there for him to eat and he wants to try it all 😕

stroke game does...not...match his oral game...unfortunately

k! bye bye again for nowwww! - ro <3

[arkhamslvts]

jesus christ it’s been so long 😭😭😭 i forget how much i’ve missed you all

[arkhamslvts]

has it been a minute or what!!! hi my angels i’m smvsbk

[baihujun]

You make me more and more a villain every day

A rough Harvey Dent for @whipbogard 🌗

[dollwrites]

sʟᴏᴡ ʀɪᴅᴇ ! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ᴋʏʟᴇ ʀᴀʏɴᴇʀ

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!lantern!reader, reader is also an alien ( improper use of her tail ), kyle’s a little dorky, oral sex ( m!receiving ), kyle whimpers it’s canon bc i said so, praise kink, anal play ( him! ), slight overstimulation, cum swallowing, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 ∣ act two [ road head ]

Kyle was trying desperately not to bite down on the fleshy webbing between his thumb and forefinger— it was a childish reaction to the way you were making him feel, but the alternative was a sharp whimper that was already dribbling free. “Mn— fffuc—“ he can’t help it. he bites down on his palm, his other hand on the glowing, green steering wheel. it was all for show, of course. the construct Cadillac could drive itself, there was no need for him to navigate through the speckled, black sector of space that was nearly void of any intergalactic traffic. but there was a certain eroticism to this that he couldn’t help but sink into the fantasy. you were splayed across his lap from the passenger seat, your head bobbing at a wickedly slow pace. he would be lying if he said he didn’t consider resting his palm on the top of your head, instead, giving you a light and encouraging spur to suck him faster and harder. you were too skillful, and that was exactly the problem. the slower you moved, the more he could feel the undulations of your long, serpentine tongue as it wallowed against his throbbing length, and the fluttering of the split end as you flicked at his slit.

the way your face is angled, your sparkling eyes that seemed to go on for eons and eons stare up at him, it sparks a wild need for desire in his usually crystalline gaze. his pupils are blown out with lust. with one, fluid motion, you pull yourself back, his engorged tip slipping free from the confines of your warm, wet mouth with a sticky pop, and you purr, amused to see him so flustered. “You said you’ve fantasized about this, Green Lantern Kyle Rayner?”

Kyle sucked in a breath when he could no longer take the pressure of his own teeth against his skin, and pried his hand out from between them, nodding, but his shoulders knit up when he feels the tickle of your long, slender tail snaking up the inside of his thigh. “So many times… since I first got my driver’s license, heh…” he let out a nervous breath of a chuckle. his eyes flit to watch the way it writhes, before coiling where his cock meets his groin.

but you were still staring. with large, unblinking, questioning eyes. you almost looked as if you had no control over the naughty tendril, but he knew that you did. “What’s a driver’s license?” you repeat the term, foreign on your tongue, much unlike the taste of his precum that was now oozing in tight, little pearls from his slit. you wanted to taste it again, licking your lips as your gaze slowly lowers to watch, all the while, your tail wraps and wraps, entangling his shaft and sack in a warm, constricting bundle that had him whining and squirming in his seat, cursing under his breath.

he couldn’t take you staring at his throbbing, eager cock with your couplet parted and shiny, not when he knew the warmth— the nirvana that was just beyond that plushy threshold. the way your tail simultaneously milks his dick and toys with his balls only adds fuel to his already raging flame. “D-doesn’t matter,” he utters, gripping the steering wheel for dear life, until his knuckles ached. “ssshit, baby,” with his free hand coming down on the top of your head, fingers gliding between your tender antennae, he grips one and elicits a startled yelp from you, but he can’t think straight enough to apologize, yet. “Suck me again. Please.” he’s eager and wanton, pushing your head down, needing to feel the sensation of being enveloped in your perfect mouth once more, and you’re all too happy to oblige. you hollow your cheeks, creating a vacuum that sucks him in, and traps him there, and he bellows out a happy moan upon throwing his head back. “Fuck, yes…!” Kyle’s voice was trembling, his thumb rubbing the base of your thin, stalked antenna at the crown of your head, as if soothing the sting of him gripping it before. “Your mouth feels so good, uh…”

was he this desperate because he’d been lacking physical touch for months at a time, patrolling a lonely sector? or did you simply bring this out in him?

you supposed it didn’t matter, not really. pride swells in your chest, causes your heart to thump harder. you want to make him even needier. you wanted to see his face contort, watch his toned body writhe in torturous ecstasy against your ministrations.

the bulbous end of your tail begins to slither underneath his balls, where globs of your spit and his pre coats his taint. with the lightest touch, the very tip of the rounded muscle presses to it, smearing the slick further, worming between his ass cheeks and prodding his puckered hole.

the fleshy rope tightens its hold on his package, and you swirl your tongue in maddening circles around and around his tip, the thin and flicking points of it teasing his sensitive frenulum. he’s on the brink of pure euphoric insanity, pushing at your head with one hand, bracing his feet hard against the glowing floorboard, while his tense body bucks upwards, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into your obedient mouth. he didn’t even seem to notice that you were teasing his back door, prodding the tight ring until the knob on the end of your tail could stretch it open enough and slide in.

“Oh, fff—!”

the sound Kyle makes is shock, and awe at how good it feels. his head rolls on his shoulders as if not fully attached, and he warbles around, helplessly trapped in your barrage of pleasure. moans spill out of his open mouth, sweat beading and sticking his raven bangs to his tan foreskin as he combats the intensity. “I— I can’t, oh fuck, oh shit, baby, I—“ you take his inability to articulate a coherent sentence as both a compliment and encouragement, and your tail, slick with the cocktail your bodies create, pistons at a shallow, slow pace, punching against the peculiar knot of spongy nerves that you found within him. your hands slide up his thighs, over his abs, and up towards his chest. your destination was his nipples. you pinch and roll them between your svelte, soft fingers, but for only a moment before Kyle shudders, and both hands immediately flee to grab yours. “I’m gonna cum,” he pants, and presses his palms flush to yours, “gonna cum, gonna— cum—“ it’s as if that’s all he could say, because that’s all he could think about. his primal instinct, the base and all-too animalistic drive to release had overtaken his brain. his thick fingers interlace with yours as he holds your hands, his head dropping back and his chest heaving. if he hadn’t been gripping your hands so tightly, his hands might’ve even shook.

with what little control of his muscles he had left, he rocked upwards against your mouth, riding his orgasm until he couldn’t go any further, croaking your name amidst the ragged breath and fervent slick skin colliding. his cock twitches in your mouth, before he empties down your throat. your eyelashes flutter upon feeling and tasting his load filling your mouth for the first time, and you look up at him as rope after rope begins to swell your cheeks, and eventually dribbles out against the sides of his cock, bubbling and frosting what few inches were not stuffed in your mouth. a few splatters even mark the holo floorboard by his feet, and he pants, rolling his head around the head rest. “Mm…nnn…” pursing his lips together, the sound vibrates them.

finally, when you felt he’s had enough, your tail unplugs him, and releases him from the bondage, and you pull yourself up to sit on his thigh. his spunk was still drooling from your lips, but you’d swallowed what you were able to keep in your mouth. the rest, you didn’t mind so much discarded, as it soaked your front and left you painted a sticky, warm white that smelled of him.

“What other ‘fantasies’ have you had, Green Lantern Kyle Rayner?” you inquire, eager to see how much more fun there was to have with him.

[arkhamslvts]

I want Kyle Rayner to draw me while I'm laying naked on the sofa. That's it. That's the request lol.

oh like this is so real except its kyle.

he gets flustered whenever you shift slightly and he's almost nervous to stare for too long despite your insistence that its okay, he's seen you naked plenty of times but for him this is different, something about it makes him think youre much more vulnerable. and when it comes time for you both to take a break, he finds himself immediately reaching for you, his lips going to your neck as if they were meant to be there

[ivysangel]

ak!jason who needs to feel your pulse under his thumb to cum, needs to feel how fast your heart beats when he's leaving deep purple hand prints around your throat. he gets off on the mix of fear and pleasure on your face. the look of confusion about whether or not you should relish the feeling of his thick cock buried in your cunt, or question whether or not you'll survive the night.

[arkhamslvts]

PERV!KYLE RAYNER.

kyle was sweet, he was an artist for god's sake. he called drew you pretty pictures and called you his muse, how would you know about the pairs of panties that he took from your laundry or the pictures he took while you changed, you didn't need to. he bought you lunch and flowers to make up for it, roses because the night before he was pumping himself into your favorite pair of black lace panties, gasping and whining and wishing you were there. he watches you walk, he knows your schedule, and you found it all sweet. it just seemed like he cared, and then he finds himself watching you through a crack in your bedroom door, fingers buried in your cunt after another guy failed to do what he knew he could, he shouldn't be watching this... he should be filming it... his hand pumping himself through his jeans, he should make sure he can relive this, you wouldn't mind it much right? i mean, he was just so sweet to you, alterior motives didn't need to be known.

[arkhamslvts]

"he shouldnt be watching this, he should be filming it" UGHHHHH NEED THAT

[arkhamslvts]

i'm carrying the peoples need for kyle rayner on my back right now and let me just say that given the chance, he 100000% pulls out of you and laughs when you beg for him to put it back in. its not that he isn't a sweetheart because he is, he just has a slightly sadistic side that you seem to fuel more than anyone he's been with

[arkhamslvts]

I think that Jason and Roy both love overstimulation.

oh and it goes both ways.

roy has 100% fucked you, creampied you and had himself out of breath fucking it back into you just because he likes seeing you on the verge of passing out. he does it often too times when both of you would be panting, shaking and still going at it like rabbits because "you're not tapping out baby. not for a fucking second".

jason on the other hand, i think it takes more for him to get overstimulated. normally, he can finish in you more than once and keep going, its you that has to tap out shaking legs and teary eyes as he lifts your hips up and into him "c'mon angel.. be a good toy for me, yeah?"

[arkhamslvts]

so basically i’ve been stalking your page a little and read the ak!jason degredation post. and oh my god, when it said about reader licking the floor of he’d have cum on it i went feral

UGH sometimes i remember things i've written and I'm just always so stunned.

but he's right when he says it isn't he, he knows you better than you know yourself, he's trained you like a dog, collar and all. he knows that if the opportunity did come for him to tell you to clean up his mess and lick at the floor.

[cheshuiniza]

[arkhamslvts]

I want Bruce to fucking ruin me I need him he's so 😱

-🧣

absolutely like it’s serious.

i’m taking this opportunity to discuss battinson in particular. when you first me he’s nervous, he fumbles his way through intimacy and he prefers for you to take the lead. and you slowly introduce him to being a little more commanding, placing his hand on your neck when you ride him, asking for his fingers in your mouth. and one night, after a particularly rough patrol, he comes home and just snaps, bends you over the desk in the batcave and just ruts into, mumbling about how “you feel so good.. so tight”. he’s got a little guilt about being so rough so while he’s drilling your pussy he’s like “sorry baby.. so sorry just let me.. fuck, just lemme finish alright”. it becomes a regular thing after that.

[arkhamslvts]

i’m glad u liked my patrick drabble

hehehehe i loved it omg i was giggling the whole time

[hanasnx]

hip to be square.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: themes similar to the movie | allusions to violence and murder | sexual content | sexism | fiancée!reader | dumbification | degradation | rough sex | anal play references | anal fisting reference | drug references | allusions to asphyxiation.

“You’ve worked up quite a sweat.” PATRICK BATEMAN notes in thinly veiled repulsion. Those cruel hands on your hips restrain themselves, and you can feel that tension against you. Instead, he pours his ample strength into yanking you back on him, choked sounds emit from your gaping mouth. In a way, this is an obligation, he can't really enjoy the way your cunt squeezes him, or how his thumbs fit those perfect back dimples—not in the way he wants to. If it were up to him, he'd squeeze the life out of you while he screwed those lifeless brains to pieces. Finally a bitch like you would be put to good use, eyes rolling back as the lack of oxygen grows black dots in your vision. You'd claw at his grip around your neck, easing in to crushing your windpipe, the light would die as he watched, and he wouldn't even falter in his pace. Those hips would still be fucking you, like he is now.

Hard and rough, it hurts. Abusing your cervix as you're bent over the perfect white covers of his California King. You bounce on him like you want more, but in reality you're limp as he directs your body the way he wants it to move. An irrefutable force against you that you are powerless to soothe, unbeknownst to you your only line of defense to protect you from his wrath is the ring on your finger.

You're engaged to him.

In his eyes it was an unavoidable tragedy. All his friends are your friends, you live in his area, and you're a ten minute commute from work. If he's looking to blow off steam during lunch, he'll pop in for a visit and use you up with a pillow covering your head. You don't catch on to the fact he doesn't want to look at you while he ravages you, never question why he insists on hitting it from the back if he can help it. It aids that you've got a nice ass, plump and round and fits in his palms when he handles it. When you aren't being a priss, sometimes you'll let him slip a finger into your asshole. At one point he managed to convince you to let him fist you, but he'd slipped you one to many things that night, narrowly avoiding a messy emergency room visit. There was no way he was going to wait up for you in such a place so late at night. What would he have told everybody? That his fiancée was some junkie? Absolutely not.

Nails dig into your skin at the memory, the salt of sweat burning that raw that makes you mewl. He steels himself from demanding you shut up, instead assuaging the urge by smacking your hand away when you reach back to hold his in a petty attempt to get him to let up. Cruelly, he drills you. Those pathetic noises release in pain, you don't even sound human. "What are you to me?" he spits, looming over your little body as his every muscle contracts fucking into you at a reckless pace. You're sore from his weight, but you can't do a thing about it when being treated like shit never felt so good. A ring of cream foams at his base, taken from you as your cunt confuses punishment for desperation, your expression twisting so hard you'll get wrinkles early. He'll have to divorce you before that happens, otherwise people will think him vain. "Answer me, you idiot, you're supposed to answer me."

Somehow, you don't notice how he's talking to you. How it's different than the cold and distant nature you're accustomed to in public. "Nothing." you breathe out. "I'm nothing." You chase whatever you can get your hands on, scrambling for whatever stupid response you can muster in this state. Apparently, it pleases him, a sea of moans flowing out through his deep voice as he satiates himself using you like a sock with your name on it in his room.

[naileadevoras]