#dc comics#batman#bruce wayne#dc#dick grayson#dc universe#tim drake#batfamily#batfam#dc fanart
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Martinique
seen from Peru
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Argentina
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from Argentina
seen from United States
seen from United States
HUGO WANTS TO STUFF U FULL..! cw: nsfw & breeding
୨ৎ wc; 324
Hugo was huge, really really huge. Not just in height, but his build in general, his broad shoulders, his biceps, his thighs, he’s too much for you to handle, too heavy.
And you were feeling all of that weight in your pussy. Hugo had you in a mating press, he’s been going on about wanting to stuff you full of his cum, over and over again, until it takes.
𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !
yes, it was painfully obvious that your boyfriend, hugo, was huge. it wasn’t just his height that made him stand out, but the sheer size of his build. his broad shoulders, thick arms, and solid frame made it impossible to ignore just how much bigger he was compared to most people around him.
every part of him carried that strong, bulky physique, from the way his muscles stretched beneath his clothes to the natural heaviness of his body whenever he was close to you. there was no denying it—hugo was built like a wall, and honestly, who were you to complain?
not when you was put into a headlock with his thick arms.
and you loved every second of being manhandled. it wasn't just that he was big—it was that he knew exactly how to use that size to completely overwhelm you.
with his massive forearm locked securely against your throat, your head was tipped back, leaving your mouth open and your eyes rolling. you were trapped, effectively pinned between his insanely thick thighs and the mattress, completely at his mercy.
the pressure on your throat was firm—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who was in control. your breath came out in shallow little hitches, your pulse hammering against his forearm. he could feel every beat, every desperate flutter of your heart beneath his skin.
and he loved it.
his hips kept that relentless, heavy rhythm, each thrust sinking impossibly deep.
"fuck..." the word escaped him, guttural and raw, echoing off the headboard he was currently destroying. the metal creaked with every shove of his hips. he looked down at you—this pretty little thing beneath him, neck flushed red from his grip, thighs pinned wide open, barely able to breathe let alone speak. the contrast was almost comical.
you whimpered, and it snapped something in him. his forearm tightened just slightly against your throat as his grip on your waist crushed into the soft flesh. "can't even form words right now, can you?" he rasped, leaning down so his lips brushed your ear. his voice was dark and satisfied. "good girl."
your brain turned to mush instantly. and that praise.. deep and rumbling against your ear, combined with the suffocating restriction of his arm around your throat had you floating. you couldn't speak, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but take exactly what he was giving you.
"needy little thing," he mocked softly, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to your racing pulse point. your back arched violently, thighs trembling uncontrollably, nails digging uselessly into his massive forearm. he kept fucking you through it, hitting that spot with relentless, heavy precision that dragged your climax out endlessly.
his jaw clenched tightly, a deep growl rumbling in his chest as he finally came undone. his hips slammed forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go as he filled you with his release. his fingers tightened around your throat, holding you in place as he emptied himself inside you.
the feeling of him pulsing and throbbing so deep inside you made you shiver again, a small aftershock rippling through your oversensitive body. he stayed buried inside you for several long moments, his large frame pressing you into the mattress, his breathing rough and heavy against your ear.
Midnight escape ☾ . *. ⋆
Yandere Gaang x GN! Reader.
(unless ive messed up somwhere T_T)
WARNINGS: Obsessive characters, threatening, slight physical abuse/assault, Yandere characters, slightly dark themes
Summary: Reader tries escaping from the gang but Toph catches them (This is an event that happens in my other gaang x reader story)
BTW, if i make any drabbles of the gaang x reader story should i add in the tag list for that main story in the drabbles?
》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《
WESTERN AIR TEMPLE
You kept tossing and turning, feeling restless while sleeping on the ground surrounded by them. On one side Katara on the other Sokka, You had to keep shoving Sokka’s flimsy arm off of you whenever he started hugging you in his sleepy daze. You had to squirm a bit before wriggling yourself out of the sleeping bag.
You gently inched away from the camp site, tiptoeing towards a fountain- careful not to make sound that would wake the group. You placed your hands on rim of the fountain, leaning forward, feeling the roughness of the once pristine quartz rub against the softness of your palm. A deep sigh escaped your lips, your eyes meeting your counterfeit’s gaze staring back at you from the within the water. It had been along while of your travelling with the group, you had almost grown accustomed to their possessive and obsessive nature.
Except now you were becoming sick of it, sick of the eyes that burned holes through you, even in sleep, sick of the hands that lingered too long on your skin, sick of the bodies pushing more and more into your personal space. The suffocation of their actions wrapped around your neck like a noose tugging you back to them.
You pushed yourself off the fountain, breaking out of the trance your reflection held you in. Tonight you were going to be cured from the clingy shadows plaguing you. The silver chariot in the night sky casted a soft blue glow across you figure as it creeped towards Appa. Your hand cautiously reached towards the pile of luggage, wrapping around a worn out bag. You hoist it over your shoulder like a burglar and walked towards the edge of the temple you currently stood on, before you could move a single limb the ground beneath your feet tightly wrapped around your ankles.
Your breathing stilled, you chest frozen in place, limbs turning cold. You thought you had been careful enough, you hadn’t made any noise, you had only stepped meters away from the campsite yet still the earth grounding you had turned traitorous. It had surrendered you to the blind bandit.
“You going for a midnight stroll without me? Im heartbroken”, a slightly high-pitched voice cheerfully mocked. A shaky breath escaped your mouth even as you tried to seal it shut. Heavy steps cut through your silence as the tiny figure approached your motionless body.
She placed a heavy hand your shoulder, leaning her body closer to yours, “Trying to escape when I’m here? Dumb choice”. Her grip tightened on your shoulder along with the earth that further crushed your ankles. You let out a whine of pain. “I may be blind, but I am not weak. I can track your every move so the next time you even think of doing something so stupid think again”, she hissed, her face inches away from yours yet the weight of her presence seemed to consume your very being.
The ground beneath your feet gave out. Literally. Toph release the ground holding you captive causing you to tumble to the ground under her glare.
“Go to bed and stay there”, Toph barked, turning her back to you as she headed towards camp in a pace slow enough to urge you to follow behind her. Your body shivered not only from the cold breeze diving past you but also from the uneasiness circulating through your blood.
As the celestial orb shot silver rays on you trailing behind Toph it’s light also blanketed a scared face. He was leaned against a large pillar, eavesdropping on the entire escape plot. His hand clenched the sword on his side as his ember eyes bored into the ground yet his mind seemed to fixate on something else entirely.
He’d have to start taking more drastic measures if you pull more stunts like this.
》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《
647 WORDS
WRITER'S NOTE:
Yall im ill, injured my ankle, have 4-5 exams almost every week.... I NEED MENTAL HELPP
Made some Larry emotes for my Twitch channel ! I love them, he's so cute hehe !! 🥹
That's all ! Just wanted to share ☺️ byyyeeeee
Steve wears one of Eddie’s guitar picks as a necklace 24/7. No matter what. Even if it doesn’t go with his outfit, even if he’s going to a funeral. The orange pick will always be round his neck. Eddie fiddles with it when they’re laying together in the evening. It’s like a little promise ring for him.
more of Oscar bcoz why not?
more under the cut ^_^
Mainly just wanted to use an Awakened ancient sprite. But Shadow Milk was the first to figure out that Pure Vanilla is the creation between First Cream and First Vanilla. It's kept a big secret for a long time in my au, even First Vanilla keeps quiet when she awakes because First Cream doesn't remember yet. Though a certain someone will definitely use this to her advantage.
