Isa Halle

chirp chirp third time‘s a charm?

[unicvnthlle]

Isabella halle she/her 8teen dr/jam

888, man&woman lover, geeked, jack abbot’s guilty pleasure, 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐄, fresher than u, clark kent’s kitty, everybody’s oomf, a literal unicorn, unapologetic freak

library. wattpad. requests: well yes. regulations.

[gothamorphosis]

𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞

Or: The one were you leave before your fwb wakes up

Includes: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Wally West, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent and John Constantine

Warnings: a tiny bit suggestive in a couple of them cause yk it's a fwb au, but nothing explicit

Morph's thoughts: Sorry everyone i forgot i had all these screenshots prepped and just never posted them lmao. As always any feedback is welcome!!

⋆. 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𐙚˚ || 𓄹 ⊹ . 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 . 𐐒𐐚₊⋆｡˚

Comments and reblogs are welcome and encouraged <3 Do not copy, repost, plagiarize, translate or feed any of my work into ai / © gothamorphosis 2026 all rights reserved

[kooriandr]

wally watched attentively how your lips pressed to the base of the stick and sucked on it just once before sliding your mouth all the way up with a loud “slurp” sound, gathering some spit around the edges on your way. your lips locked around the tip and then you sucked as much of its length as physically fit into your mouth, your cheeks hollowing once you pulled it back out.

he really wished he could switch places with that popsicle right now. 

he was sure eating ice cream never looked this erotic before, you probably didn’t even need to be doing all that. your lips were swollen, looking shiny, bright red from the direct contact to the cold and the artificial colouring of the popsicle. the image made his mind go to places that made his own cheeks colour red, hopefully you’d think it’s just the hot weather. 

“baby?” he called you in his best attempt to sound composed.

“hm?” you hummed in acknowledgement —your mouth already preoccupied to reply with words—, but wally was too distracted to go on, his gaze focused on the spot where your lips met the popsicle. they now sucked repeatedly on a same spot and he could picture your tongue swirling around the tip inside your mouth, which immediately stuck out to lick a long stripe from bottom to top. he swallowed hard. 

“what’s that look for?” your brows furrowed the moment you noticed his weird expression, how he stared directly at your ice cream. “i’m not sharing my popsicle with you, you literally devoured yours in a second.”

he finally glanced up to your eyes, but that strange look he was giving you persisted. “can i go next?”

[slytherclaw1978]

me and baby daddy!pope watching our kid play in the backyard like a real family

[romantic-insomniac]

missing my sweetie big dick fictional man right now and thinking about how pope cody would have no idea he’s good at sex.

like completely clueless.

he would be on his knees, eating you out until you’re clawing at the sheets, eyes brimming with tears, spine arching like it’s about to snap. pope doesn’t even really know what he’s doing. he just makes sure to repeat everything that makes you clench around his fingers and twitch on his tongue. and you’re so close when he curls his two thick digits and sucks you into his mouth. your legs lock up.. your belly feels tight with tingles.. pleasure starts to rise almost alllll the way to your ears and…

he pulls away with a gruff “d’ya like that?”. and it’s not a sexy taunt. his tone is questioning and he’s being completely, utterly serious. you whine in frustration “andrew!!” he looks genuinely confused. “w-what?” your hips buck towards his mouth involuntarily, body aching with the need to come. “i was so close!” popes dark brows furrow in confusion. “you were…” it takes him three slow blinks while staring at your squirming thighs and fluttering pussy to finally understand. his eyes widen “oh shit- m’ sorry sweetheart..” then dives back in. sucking you and scissoring his fingers until you cry out his name and come on his face about twenty seconds later.

or or or. he doesn’t really understand how huge his cock feels inside of you. he’s aware he’s well endowed. but he thinks you’re just being a good girlfriend when you moan so loud at his first push into your tight pussy. pope always forgets that you’re not just stroking his ego. not quite understanding that you’re loud whimpers that accompany his thick length are authentic. he’ll thrust in and out of you harsh at the start. you can barely speak through the painful stretch of his rapid plunges. your gasps are choked “a-andy! andy s-slow down!” and he does get a little lost in the sauce as he watches your tits bounce beneath him. you have to slap at his shoulder to snap him out of it. “fuck- sorry. feels s’good. i’ll- hhnng- i’ll go slow. promise.”

then he’ll roll over until you’re on top of him. hands bracing his chest and thighs nestled firmly at his hips. he lets you set the pace to make sure he won’t hurt you again. it’s sweet.. until he won’t move again at all unless you’re bouncing up and down fervently. begging him to thrust up into you. “p-please! andy it doesn’t hurt.. need you- please!” once he decides you’re in no pain at all, he’ll grip your hips and piston up into you until you can’t move on your own anymore. completely filled with him. drooling at the pleasure coiling in your lower stomach. and pope is more than confident that you’re not exaggerating when you collapse with a raspy moan as you orgasm on his thick cock <3

[romantic-insomniac]

brushing my teeth right now and thinking about how pope cody would be obsessed with your mouth.

but not in an inherently sexual way though.

in the way that has him follow you into the bathroom every morning and night and kiss you until you literally have to push him away so you can brush your teeth. and before you’ve even rinsed the extra toothpaste off your mouth he licks it up for you saying “you taste so good sweet girl. jus want to share with your pretty mouth.”

or or or. got one taste of a flavored chapstick you found randomly in your purse one time and went insane. now he buys you all different flavors that ‘he thinks you would like’ but it’s really just so he can kiss them off of you. you go through a new tube a week because he’s so fixated by your mouths flavor that he thinks enhances the already sweet taste of your lips.

and and and! he can’t go to sleep without your mouth pressed to him somewhere. whether it’s on his chest when he’s bear hugging you or on his neck when you lie on top of him. or his secret favorite when you’re the big spoon and your soft lips hum against his back all night. <3

[unhoelyplaces]

sammy bryant pulling you over because the light above your license plate is out except you didn’t know there was a light there to begin with you literally just drive the damn thing hello ???

“oh. there’s a light back there?” his gaze flicks to your fuzzy pink seat covers, spearmint gum and a tube of lipgloss spilling out of the purse thrown haphazardly in the passenger seat beside you. you’re blinking slowly at him through pretty lashes and something stirs low in his gut, catching a lip between his teeth as a grin threats to tug at the corners of his mouth.

“yeah, sweetheart, there’s a light back there.”

he lets you off with a warning and his personal contact information but who’s asking

[thisismeena]

a moment of gratitude for season 1 Pope

[ickology]

𓏵 ┊ all roads lead back to pope cody, he shows you another way to be held . 18+

ᥴω — pseudocest

andrew ‘pope’ cody who’s taught you a lot of things from when you two were both just adolescents, but you were always too trusting when it came to him. always assuming that he had more knowledge, and experience than you because he happened to be a few years older than you.

and it didn’t help the fact that you viewed him as somewhat of an older brother — your protector. the one who was constantly there for you, defending you in any situation he deemed necessary, and fighting anyone who has ever laid a finger on you. it was natural to look up to him, he made it safe for you to seek voyage within him.

so whenever you came storming to smurf’s house, barging into pope’s room like you owned the place to cry into his chest. and when his hands are cradling the back of your head almost instantly, pulling you closer against him whispering in against your temple in that gravely, unhurried voice of his.

“what’s the matter?” he tilts your head up to get a better look at you. the tears brimming in your red eyes and wet lashes sticking together, and you look like the angel he once knew. “hm? what’s the matter— was it someone?” he reiterates himself, pressing the matter as his voice grows deeper and you shake your head. “words.” he presses his forehead against yours.

“no it’s ju—” you utter before finishing off your words, “then why’re you running to me cryin’?” he asks, lips ghosting yours as his breath fan warm against your mouth. “ ‘cause… you’re the only one who knows how to cheer me up.” you reply with a soft voice and frown curled on your lips. “yeah?” pope inches his lips mouth closer, “need me to cheer you up?” he makes you repeat yourself as his lips graze against yours.

pope’s eyes are staring into yours as if he could see the depths of your soul before he’s pressing his lips into yours. his mouth on yours, his tongue pushing against your front teeth forcing for entry to indulge in your taste.

you can feel your body shift as he slowly directs you to his bed, treading you backwards before you’re falling onto the mattress and breaking the kiss with a gasp. “wait—”

“shhh…” he ducks down for another kiss to shush you, nipping at your bottom lip hard enough to draw a wince from you. his hands sliding underneath your shirt, trailing alongside your waist before he’s tugging the fabric off your body — raising your arms.

“i know another way to cheer you up— another way to hold you.” he rasps, dipping his head against the crook of your next. and though the dynamics between you and pope have been more than friends, but stranger than siblings, this was something quite new to you.

“another way to hold me?” you question, because if not to be cradled against someone’s chest and let out your emotions, what comes out of another way to hold someone?

pope nudges his face deeper into the side of your neck, taking in a long, deep inhale of your scent with a groan as you push your hand against his chest to halt his movements.

“what exactly do you mean?” you ask, feeling his arms wrap behind you — his hands fumbling at your bra strap. “we’re gonna do the things i made your barbies do as kids.” he murmurs, tilting his head to meet your eyes. “remember?” looks over your soft features, and tear stained face as you nod in response.

[nightpitt]

Can we circle back to that thought of teasing Titus while he's taking business calls real quick 🤲

we sure can, doll!

gif credit: @/soluksuret

MDNI - 18+

CONTENTS: titus danforth x f! reader, daddy kink, teasing

you’re dragging your heel across his chest, your panties practically soaked.

“y-yeah, i hear you,” titus huffed into the phone. “no, i’m not angry with you, just dealing with other shit at the moment.”

he grasped your ankle, halting your movements. you whimpered at his touch, how his hand clasped your ankle.

you took your free foot, your heel wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.

“no, i’m not accepting that deal!” he hissed at how your shoe dug into his flesh.

“daddy,” you drawled. “come and fuck me, please.”

“did you not hear me? i just said no!” his hold tightened around your leg.

your slick pooled in your panties, your hole hugging around nothing.

“i don’t care what my father agreed to, the answer is no!” he heaved, hanging up the phone.

he turned to you then, caging his arms around your tiny frame.

“m’sorry, baby,” he cooed as he kissed your stomach. “daddy’s here, you’ve got all of my attention now.”

[lostfallenangelsblog]

Virgin reader telling Andrew that she’s scared to have sex for the first time and him saying that he wants to help.

Andrew “helping” reader by simulating sex, rubbing his bare cock on her pussy.

(he cums before her but he still wants her to climax so he overstimulates himself to get her off, he’s definitely crying at the end😏)

And just maybe Andrew “accidentally” slips his cock into her, might as well have real sex now…right, I mean why else are we practicing this for.

[scrmqwn]

ANDRREWWWWWW BABY

[dirtygir1]

https://www.tumblr.com/dirtygir1/818900907673649152/robby-has-def-come-over-for-dinner-and-walked-by

this is frying the fuck out of me because i envision myself as abbots gf in this situation. just so shy and meek and the last person you’d ever think would be a freak ass hoe and now robby can’t look at me the same ❤️ EYE am using the strap on jack abbot thank you

Robby would be so in denial that he’d genuinely think Jack was cheating on you with a mommy dom or smt. because there’s just no way. no way his sweet, won’t even say hi most of the time, shy girlfriend is fucking his ass.

“brother i love you,” they’re in the living room while you prepare snacks, “you’re my best friend and what you do in your bed is none of my business. but are you cheating on your girlfriend..?” and Jack is visibly taken aback. “what??? where-why would you say that? where’d you get that idea?”

“i just…last few times i’ve came over i’ve seen some questionable things! and if you are, you should just break up with her she’s a sweet girl—” “dude, are you talking about the strap on thing right now?? “..yes, i am. and that’s fine, but if you’re seeing someone else you should tell her.”

Jack is genuinely on the verge of laughing in his face. because he understand why he thinks that. “Robby, my girlfriend is the one wielding the sword. she’s the only one pegging me.” a few chuckles slip out as he shakes his head, and like you’re summoned, you’re walking over with popcorn and other snacks.

“what’re you two laughin’ at?” you settle on his side, letting him wrap around you as you smile sweetly. “nothin, something that happened at work.” he shakes his head, giving you a kiss. Robby still doesn’t believe it, not until he catches looks of you caressing up his thighs, squeezing them in your grasp.

he runs his hands down his face. oh my god.

[titusdanforthslittlekitten]

Forcing Sammy to sit and watch you play with yourself. Legs spread wide open, your hand dipping into your already wet pussy. Just playing with yourself. Playing with him.

Forcing him to sit. Not letting him touch you. You moaning, tilting your head back as you move your fingers in and out of your cunt.

“f-fuck…” he whispers to himself, as he’s starting to touch his growing cock.

“why you gotta do this to me, pretty girl?” He’s whining and trying to obey your orders, he feels like he’s being tortured.

You shake your head.

“it’s too risky, baby… and I hate how condoms feel. I promise as soon as I’m not ovulating you can fuck me as much as you want.”

He nods, slightly pouting

“that’s my good boy.”

Now he’s got a small smile that tugging at the corners of his lips as he’s growing harder if that’s even possible.

[pawghter]

cries bc Dex should rly just let the tip of his fat cock just froth n tap all over ur swollen clit ugh ): idk

GODDDDDDDDDD ! ! ! ! ! !

૮꒰ྀི ›̥̥̥ ⸝⸝ ‹̥̥ ꒱ྀིა♡ it’z such an icky sight . lightin of the room dim n overcasted which has the muscles of his abdomen and arm of the hand that holds his long , steel hard cock — glossy wif remnants of ur past two orgasms — shadowed . he looks stronger tonight somehow . . Bigger .

he’z bitin over his bottom lip , gaze lowered to the view between ur legs which you hold back and wide opened with your arms hooked around the backs of your knees . . Plap plap plap! . . Sticky little strings of the mixed concoction of both your cum plays between the space of your clit and his tip each time they separate amidst each dick smack . it reminds you of webs of glue .

he starts to frot his shaft in between da chubby lips of ur pussie , usin the tendons in his underside to apply some satisfyin friction to that bead and your body twitches as if you’d been dunked in ice water . your hand shoots out to his lower abdomen . you push at it, “d-daddy, wait—“

“—no, no, no,” he murmurs, voice raspy, tone bored like he could honestly care less about what you’re saying when he swiftly swats your hand out of his way and pins it beside your head . “. . . . my f . . . god, you hear that? . . you hear that shit?”

sshlck, sschlck, sschlck.

the sound fills the entire space around you both . he shifts his weight — presses you deeper into the mattress as the springs groan beneath you . hiccuping , gasping and shaking , your hips squirm incessantly beneath his , overstimulation sparking at the ends of your nerves . however , there’s only so far you can get. he remains pushing his cock through the petals of your sopping pussie , gaze heavy lidded and dark as he flatly murmurs, “mm-mm. nope, you’re not going anywhere. stay.”

[sugartalkingwrites]

MDNI 18+

kinda icky kinda hot thought BUT imagine pope is pissy about you going out with your friends. he was annoyed about you going out in general but even more so when you told him he was forbidden from following you there and lurking in the club like the protective guard dog he is. any other night he would've disregarded your demand but he was particularly needy about wanting you to stay home. this was something you had planned weeks in advanced but he was being selfish, he wanted you and he wanted you home. that's all that mattered to him, he didn't give two flying fucks about your friends.

so he's watching you get yourself ready, all dolled up as you sit at your vanity doing your makeup. you're still in a robe but what you fail to notice over the sound of your music playing is the way he's been pumping his cock into his fist bitterly, chewing at his bottom lip holding back his moans. he's timed it just right. as your reaching over for the setting spray. he's appeared beside, grabbing the nape of your neck gently and tilting your head up to look at him. his lips are on yours before you can protest, he's gentle about it not wanting to ruin your makeup just yet. he pulls away before you can whine for more, there's that pout on your face as he looks down at you. there's a slight rustling.

"close your eyes."

"what-"

he's got his cock right in your line of sight now but the first spurt of his cum hitting your cheek causes your eyes to clench close. you try to pull away but he's got your hair in his fist right at the base of your neck. he's groaning as he paints your face white in his cum, droplets running down your cheek as he brings your face closer as smears his tip across your lips dragging it through the mess before smacking your cheek with his cock. he pulls back and turns your face to the mirror. your makeup is completely ruined and your lipstick is smudged onto your cheek too now.

"looks like you're gonna have to start over... maybe you should just stay home."

he's a brat, he always gets what he wants.

[unicvnthlle]

THIS IS NASTYYYY GUYS, I LOVE IT

[kittyorg]

shyly telling frank you peed your pants :(

"frank ? frankie ?" it's quiet, pitiful. your feet pointing inwards, still wearing your pj pants with little stars, the front marred by a wet stain that catches frank's attention a split second after your voice does.

he's pushing off the couch, rubbing residual sleep from his eyes. "what happened, lovebug, hmm ? nightmare ?"

you shake your head as he leads you back down the hall toward the bathroom where he makes quick work of your pj pants and undies. it's a careful routine, you know when to use his shoulders for balance, when to life a leg, where to keep your hands... "no. i dunno... just happened. woke up n it was all wet n 'm sorry."

"don't have to be sorry, thats why i keep that mattress protector under the sheets. we'll get a fresh set on that 'nd on you, problem solved. now, do we want to do a bath or a shower to get cleaned up ? i can't sit in here with ya either way."

[cameronsbabydoll]

plushie protocol ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

rafe cameron x bunny!reader

content warnings: suggestive tension, naive!reader, fluff, light teasing

authors note: divider by @cursed-carmine

you always forgot about the plushies.

it wasn’t until rafe was halfway through kissing down your neck, one heavy hand planted beside your head while the other rested warm against your waist, that your eyes would suddenly flutter open wide.

“wait.”

rafe freeze immediately, lifting his head just enough to squint down at you. his hair is messy from your fingers, his expression already edged with irritation.

“what now, bunny?”

your cheeks burn as you glanced over his shoulder toward the headboard.

all of them were sitting there.

your stuffed bunnies, your little bears, the pink strawberry plush your grandma got you when you were seven, all lined up neatly against your pillows with their stitched little smiles pointed directly at the bed.

you press your lips together, mortified.

“they can’t look.”

rafe stares at you for a second, dead silent.

then he’d let out a slow breath through his nose.

“you’re kidding.”

“i’m serious,” you whisper, squirming under him. “it’s embarrassing.”

his mouth twitched like he was trying not to laugh, but your already be nudging at his shoulder, wide eyes pleading.

“please?”

and because rafe could never say no when you looked at him like that, he pushes himself up with a groan.

“unbelievable.”

you sit up quickly, smoothing down your pink pajama top as you carefully turned each plushie around one by one, making sure none of them were facing the bed.

“there,” you murmur, satisfied. “now they won’t feel awkward.”

“they’re stuffed animals.”

you glance back at him with that little pout he secretly hated because it always made him cave.

“they have feelings.”

rafe dragged a hand down his face. “right. sure they do.”

sometimes, though, if he was already feeling impatient, he wouldn’t bother waiting.

he’d just grab a whole armful of them and toss them dramatically onto the floor.

that was always his mistake.

because the second the soft thumps hit the carpet, your whole face would crumple.

your glossy eyes would dart down to where they’d landed, horrified.

“rafe.”

the way you said his name would make his stomach drop instantly.

“oh, come on.”

you’d already be scrambling off the bed, dropping to your knees to gather them into your arms.

“mr. berry landed face down,” you’d whisper, sounding genuinely devastated. “he could’ve gotten squished.”

“bunny, it’s a damn pillow with a face stitched on it.”

you’d look up at him, lower lip trembling.

“help me pick them up.”

and just like that, he’d lose. every single time.

with a muttered curse, he’d climb off the bed and crouch beside you, helping collect every last plushie while you directed him on where they belonged.

“daisy goes by the lamp.”

“which one’s daisy?”

“the one with the bow.”

“they all got bows.”

you’d let out a tiny offended gasp, clutching mr. berry protectively to your chest.

“you don’t know them at all!”

“didn’t realize i was expected to memorize your stuffed animal roster.”

still, he’d put them back exactly where you wanted.

and once every plushie was safe and properly arranged, you’d crawl right into his lap, all soft and warm and smelling faintly like strawberries from the lotion you always used.

your arms would loop around his neck, and you’d press a sweet little kiss to his cheek.

“thank you,” you’d murmur. “they’re not upset anymore.”

rafe rolls his eyes, but his hands would settle on your waist, holding you there.

“good. was real worried about what the damn strawberry thought of me.”

you smile, completely missing the sarcasm, and nuzzle closer.

“i knew you’d help. you’re nicer than you pretend to be.”