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MINORS DNI 18+

DICK GRAYSON loves finishing sex with a short blowie. It’s like a testament to a job well done. You sink to your knees, messy makeup smeared and running down your face, looking up at him through lashes weighed down by tears and sweat, plaint mouth open for him to shove inside. You suck him gratefully; you thank him in moans while you let him fuck your throat until he’s verging his finish again. Even the way he pants is hot, listening to him use your hole. “I’m close, baby, I’m close,” but you can already tell just from the way his heavy cock feels against your tongue, as swollen as it can possibly get, fit to burst. It shoots out, flooding your mouth with his warm and salty cum. His dick twitches as it empties, lurching against the pad of your tongue as he whimpers above you.

#bella fawns over dick grayson #dick grayson smut #hes so fine omggg

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me 'n ani teehee ♡

#i nreed this sooo bad #bella fawns over anakin skywalker

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Batboys as your sugar daddy

What’s the point of all this money if you don’t have someone to spend it on?

Pairings: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake x fem!reader

Contains: Sugar daddies. Possessive, controlling men. Power imbalances. They’re all a little toxic. These relationships are not aspirational babes. Oral sex (f!receiving) in Dick’s.

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked.

BRUCE WAYNE 💋

“Wear the diamonds,” Bruce rumbles from behind you, lips right next to the shell of your ear. Before you can answer, his warm hands are already on your throat, and cool platinum touches your skin. A hundred diamonds arranged in three dainty layers sparkle in the low light of Bruce’s bedroom, clinging tightly to your neck.

With the choker clasped in place, one of Bruce’s hands traces up and down your neck while the other rests heavily on your hip, holding you flush against his chest. His touch is hypnotic, pulling you in like a planet pulls a moon into orbit. Your whole world revolves around him—and that’s exactly how he likes it.

But like the moon, the subtle gravitational pull you have on him keeps him in place, keeps him stable, calms his most wicked of storms.

He bows his head. The way he looks at you through his eyelashes is almost reverent while he kisses your bare shoulder, skin interrupted only by your dress’s hair-thin silk strap.

“Beautiful,” he says, and you know he’s not talking about the necklace, the dress, or any of the other jewels and silks he’s drowned you in over the last year.

When your eyes meet in the mirror, one corner of his lips quirks up into a smirk, which he buries under a kiss to your jaw. 

There, with a quick, sharp nip of his teeth, he lays his claim. “And all mine.”

DICK GRAYSON 💋

Dick’s on his knees, head buried between your legs when you hear—feel—him say, “I need you to take a week off work.”

Well. What he really needs is for you to just quit your job already, but you got upset the last time he suggested it. Baby steps. For now.

“Why?” you gasp, blinking hard as you try to focus on the fact that he’s starting a conversation now when his tongue is making you smart and shake with pleasure.

“I want to go to the Maldives,” he says as if it’s the most inconsequential thing in the world, as if he’s saying he wants to go across town, not across the world.

His tongue flattens out and dips into your weeping hole, and your thighs tighten around his head in response. He groans, and you choke out, “A week for the Maldives?”

You feel his lips twist and curve around you, paired with a little graze of teeth; he’s smiling, and the sensation makes you dizzy. There it is, he wants to say. You want more. Finally, your expectations are starting to match his bank account.

But he decides to play the dumb, pretty boyfriend he likes to make people think he is. “You don’t think it’s enough time? Wanna take two weeks?”

“I don’t have the—” He kisses up to your clit and gives it a tentative little suck, which makes you fist his hair. “—vacation days.”

“Why don’t you just take them without pay?” he proposes as his tongue laves up your swollen sex. “It’ll be okay, just this once. You’ll feel so much better after some time off; I promise.”

JASON TODD 💋

Jason is currently scrutinizing the contents of your pantry, a box of macaroni and cheese in his hand. After seeing the scowl on his face, you’re not surprised when he starts to lecture you. “You eat this crap?”

You raise a brow because he’s one to judge. “I’ve seen you eat an entire party box of tacos.”

“I’m not you,” he fires back. His voice is still low, still calm, but you can sense an edge in his tone; this conversation is about a lot more than boxed macaroni and cheese.

In the beat of silence that follows, his heated gaze dulls to a smolder. “You don’t know how precious you are.”

You open your mouth to reply, but whatever retort you were going to argue back with is silenced when Jason’s big hands cup your face, tilting your head up so he can kiss your forehead. He lingers there, and you feel him tremble. His breath is ragged, rough—as if he’s afraid.

“I’m not you,” he repeats in a whisper. It’s like he’s talking to a child, like he knows you don’t know any better. Poor little you—you need him. “Just let me take care of you like always, okay? How about I sign you up for one of those meal prep kits? No more processed food; it’s not good for you.”

When he pulls you against his chest and strokes your hair, you feel yourself nod, unable to disagree. You know he’s right, after all; and isn’t it sweet that he treats you like a delicate angel even though he’s seen the worst of the world? That nothing without his stamp of approval is good enough for you?

TIM DRAKE 💋

“Oh, you’re all set,” your manicurist smiles at you as soon as you take out your wallet, nails freshly done. 

Caught off guard, all you can reply with is, “Huh?”

She just smiles a little brighter, and there’s a sparkle of something in her eyes. It looks a little wistful, but also a little vapid—is that jealousy? “Your boyfriend paid already,” she explains as her eyes not-so-subtly look around, trying to catch a glimpse of said boyfriend, but you’re just as surprised as she is.

“For the next year,” she adds in a dry tone. Slowly, you drop your wallet back into your purse. There’s only one man alive who could figure out where you get your nails done, what day and time you like your appointments, and call ahead to pay off your manicures for the next year without you ever finding out about it.

So when you get back to your car, you call him.

“Do anything fun today?” he asks over the phone, pretending to be way more innocent than he actually is.

“Tim—”

“Actually,” he cuts in, and you hear a bashful tremor in his voice. That tremor makes your stomach do flips, which beckons you to give in to whatever he wants. “I was just thinking about you. You’ve got the prettiest hands.”

“Tim—”

“Let’s go shopping later,” he rambles on, completely ignoring you. “I think you need some new jewelry. You’d like a new set of rings, wouldn’t you?”

🔖: @mrs-kurooo; @lovely-loren05

#bella fawns over dick grayson #just that time when i need me a rich man!! #bella's recs

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#me n vin!! #thats an ASS man

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good morning sleepyhead

#he needs head actually #bella fawns over anakin

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MINORS DNI 18+

MODERN!ANAKIN SKYWALKER who's got a bit of a situationship with you. It's not like him, he's very new to it all and its rules, which means some key details get lost in translation with him. For most, the "talking" stage consists of the ability to still see other people during, keeping your options open so to speak. For Anakin, he expects a sort of unspoken faithfulness he had no reason to define until now.

Now, as he stares at two words. "she's busy." A text he's been deliberating over for an inappropriate amount of time. What could possess another person to answer your texts for you? A glance to your contact name confirms it, just in case he was losing his mind. He kinda wishes he was. He taps your name, and calls you. Three rings. An answer on the other line, that is most certainly not you, invades his ears.

"Yo," the deep voice says and Anakin doesn't say a word as he hangs up. Without a second thought, he pulls up your Snap Map which you've stupidly left on. You do that a lot. Sometimes he checks on you only to see what you're up to. Some days he watches your little Bitmoji happy on it's map at that little cafe you like, and he calls you to see if you'll tell him the truth of where you are.

He gets in his car, and tracks you down.

His fingers drum against the steering wheel, just like his fist drums against the front door when he gets there. It shakes the whole fucking house. He takes a step back, resting his hands on his hips, and his tongue forms over his upper lip.

The door opens, and he comes face to face with the guy he presumes texted him, and answered the phone. This is his place. "Can I help you?" he questions with an attitude Anakin doesn't fucking care for at all.

"I don't wanna talk to you, I wanna talk to her." Blunt as ever, Anakin comes off as unstable to your companion, who obviously bucks up in your defense.

"The fuck? No. What do you think this is?" he responds, and the escalation of raising voices causes you to recognize who your friend is talking to. So you come downstairs, and see that familiar head of golden curly hair.

"Anakin?" you question in disbelief, slowing your descent down the stairs. At your arrival, Anakin's attention completely shifts onto you.

"Hey." He nods up. "We need to talk." His finger points to the space in front of him, as if calling you over like a dog. Oddly and subconsciously compelled, you make your way closer to him. Your friend's arm rests on the door frame, cutting in between you two. Apparently he didn’t want Anakin slipping inside. You only notice how much taller he is compared to your friend. If he wanted to, he’d put him on his ass with a well-placed one-handed push. You try not to think about that now as you approach, standing directly behind your friend’s elbow.

“What the hell are you doing here?” At the end of your sentence, Anakin’s massive hand snatches your upper arm, and your friend goes to separate the two of you with a commotion of “woah, woah!” You appease him, tell him it’s alright, that you’ve gotta take care of this, and allow yourself to be drawn away from the door step and closer to the street.

Once he has you where he wants you, he releases you, and you jostle from the loss of support. That hand wipes down his face, the most irritable you’ve ever seen him, and he gestures to you as he steps closer, “If you’re pulling this shit, let’s just call it.” he tells you, dismissing entirely the existence of the man who owns this house.

The crease in your brows deepen. “I don’t know what you’re talking about—“

“You do, and if I’m competing with other guys I don’t want any fucking part in it.” The towering figure before you stoops to get eye level with you, “Either get smart or fuck off, alright?” You hate to say that his low voice sends shivers down your spine.

His direct ultimatum makes you indignantly blink at him, taken aback at his sheer tenacity as you weigh out the options. He doesn’t give you enough time, scoffing at you, and turning his back on you. As if he could be so bold as to expect to be the only one you’re talking to, expect to treat you this way.

And yet, somehow, you end up back at his place. Impossibly fat cock driving into your insides as he picks you up by your hips into his thrusts. Knelt onto the bed, he rocks forward, while your cervix is getting bruised into submission. You squirm, arching your back off the bed with your pretty legs stuck straight into the air. “Who’s fucking pussy is this, huh? Who’s fucking pussy is this?” Skin smacks skin, harder than before. His tongue forms over his upper lip, brows pinched in focus as he fucks you like he means to beat you into the shape of his dick.

You don’t even hesitate. “Yours!” You whimper. “Yours, Ani, all yours.” You’re lifted almost entirely off the mattress, he straps his hands over your thighs to keep your ass pinned to his abs that sheen with sweat. Cunt stuffed to the brim as he relentlessly bullies it, creating an empty fucking vacuum that screams at you every time he pulls out. You really are fucking obsessed with this entitled behemoth of a man and what he can do to your body in a few strokes.

“That’s fucking right, baby, and don’t you forget it.”

#bella fawns over anakin #bella's recs

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#me n vin!!

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Hii!! Can i be 🩰anon? Also im eating your coriolanus fics the fuck up can i request? Please please PLEASE.

yess ofc babes welcome 🩰 anon <33

#bella's 🩰 anon

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bella !! love & admire u so incredibly much. muah. ᰔ

babes i love u so so much ur amazing mwahh

#bella loves kari <3

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lavender haze. | vinnie hacker x female reader.

synopsis. you reconnect with vinnie after some time apart, over shared smoke under the stars.

contains. marijuana use, fluff, cuddling, college workload, & stress relief through intimacy.

word count. 824

notes. getting high with vinnie is on my bucket list.

dt. @lyndys @heartsforvin @lowkeycasanova @slvthrs @spcncershasting ୨୧

you sighed contentedly as you curled further into vinnie's side, basking in his warmth on the chilly autumn evening. clad in a cozy yet casual outfit of your own — a long-sleeved black top with a low neckline, paired with soft gray sweatpants and pink uggs slippers — you felt relaxed yet put together for your reunion with vinnie. around your neck hung a delicate silver necklace bearing his initial, a gift from your first anniversary together.

his arm wrapped securely around your shoulders while your fingers traced nonsensical patterns on his chest through his black purgatory hoodie. the sun was setting over the hills in a spectacular orange glow, but you were perfectly happy just drinking in vinnie's company after too long apart.

“i missed this,” you murmured into his neck, savoring the familiar woodsy scent of his cologne. it had been over a month since your last proper date night/cuddle session due to midterms and assignments piling up at school. video calls simply weren't the same as feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your palm.

vinnie's lips pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, lingering more than usual in an unspoken “i missed this too.” his eyes drowned in affection when you peered up at him, thumb brushing your cheek softy. “i'm just glad my busy bee finally has a break. now we can catch up properly.”

you grinned, nudging his side playfully. “well, i think a certain someone promised me something to help with said catching up...” vinnie snorted, fishing in his pocket to produce a familiar plastic baggie and rolling papers.

“as my girl commands,” he teased, placing a quick peck on your lips before sitting up to prepare. the sun was dipping below the horizon now, casting everything in a rosy glow that highlighted his delicate features as he worked. you took a moment to admire how far you'd come - just over a year ago this perfect boy was an online face you watched from afar, never imagining the sweet bond you'd form.

your smile stretched with giddiness at the memory, distracting vinnie until he booped your nose with his finger playfully. “quit staring creep, help me out here will ya?” rolling your eyes fondly, you set to assisting in grinding the fluffy green buds and tucking them into a clean paper.

once the joint was prepared to perfection, vinnie glanced to the darkening sky and said softly, “we should light up soon before it gets too cold out.” it was then you realized the sharp night breeze had picked up, nipping at any exposed skin and causing you to shiver slightly.

your boyfriend peered at your reaction and clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “baby, why didn't you say you were cold? here...” he hesitated, before tugging the beanie off his head. “this should warm those ears right up.”

melting into a puddle at his thoughtfulness, you let him gently tug the knit hat down over your head, engulfing your senses in his warm cotton and woodsy scent. “babe, are you sure? now you'll be cold...”

he waved off your concern, draping an arm back around your waist to tug you firmly into his side once more. “nah, i run hot remember? 'sides, looks cuter on you anyway.” you giggled and burrowed into his chest, fingers fiddling with the soft fuzz of the beanie adoringly.

vinnie struck the lighter with an expert flick, watching the flame catch on rolling paper until it glowed faintly purple at the tip. taking a long pull, he held the smoke in his lungs for a beat before exhaling a billowing cloud towards the darkening sky. you followed suit, feeling tension instantly melt from your shoulders as a pleasant haze settled over your thoughts.

snuggling deeper into your boyfriend's embrace, you soaked in the lingering sunset glow and the earthy notes of high grass on your tongues. chilled air no longer bothered you wrapped in vinnie's steady warmth - inside and out. finally, after far too many days apart, you felt yourself relax fully for the first time in weeks.

he seemed to feel it too; his thumb resumed its idle caress along your arm as relaxed sighs puffed against your hair. neither said a word, too content just absorbing the presence and comfort of each other's company after the long separation. this was the calm and closeness you craved, needs now sated in each other's arms under dusk's rosy light.

the joint was long gone by the time twilight settled fully into muted indigo tones overhead. languid and fuzzy from smoke, you tilted your chin up with a soft hum, finding vinnie already peering down at you with hooded affection. his lips brushed yours tenderly, sweet, and slow like crawling into a cozy bed after being on your feet all day.

this was home - his embrace, his care, his love. you melted further into every ounce, heart fit to burst as his arms cradled you more securely in the chilly night. no amount of distance or time apart could diminish the perfection of moments like these, nurturing your bond back to full bloom once more. nothing in the world felt quite as calming or right as cuddling safely in vinnie's adoring hold.

#bella's recs #“as my girl commands #IM WET #bella loves kari <3

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under their noses | vinnie hacker blurb.

contains. smut [ MINORS DNI ], kissing, & fondling of breasts.

dt. @lyndys @spcncershasting @lowkeycasanova @slvthrs @heartsforvin ୨୧

vinnie pulled you into your bedroom, closing the door shut behind him. his lips crashed onto yours hungrily, hands roaming your curves as he backed you onto the bed. things were heating up quickly between you as his kisses traveled down your neck. your roommate's music thumped loudly from downstairs but vinnie didn't seem to care, focused only on the beautiful girl in his arms. as his fingers slipped under your top, you knew you should stop before things went too far with your friends just below. but with vinnie's touches setting your skin ablaze, self-control was slipping fast.

#bella's recs #i love this sm n i love YOU sm

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thinkin' about riding nightwings abs...

Dick adores brat taming.

He hates when you act up, he knows his girl is better than this and he expects better from his sweet girl but whenever he has the chance- he'll exploit it.

He'll have you bent over his knee, making you count up as his hand makes contact with the plush of your skin, watching you yelp and thrust forward on his knee. Helpless.

Sometimes he sits himself down to do some work and has you tucked under his desk with his dick in your mouth, stretching you out wide and watching tears prick up in the corners of your eyes due to his size and just refusing to move.

Making you warm his dick whilst he gets

But his favourite form of punishment, when he wants to be nicer, is when he makes you ride his abs.

Him just lying back with his hand behind his head, staring up at you, watching your tits bouncing whilst chasing your release so desperately to the point you look like a starved dog in heat.

His hands snake up to guide you now and again, pulling and pushing you, or even grabbing your tits eliciting a moan to bubble past your lips.

He watches intently, memorizing the way you move and when he notices you movements out of sync, speeding up, or your eyes dilating, blown wide- he knows your close.

And then he stops you.

Rough hand halting your movements and you whine and beg to continue, but he wont let you. Brushing you hair from your face, thumb rubbing against your lips brining you close to whisper in between a kiss , "Go on, make me proud."

And then continuing until Dick finally fells that you've learned your lesson, and the he finally fucks you against your bed.

#dick grayson x reader smut #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson smut #nightwing x reader #nightwing x reader smut #nightwing smut

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hi hi angel!! can i be 💌 anon? also you're blog is so pretty wtf? <3

ofc course lovely! n tysm ur so sweet :(

#bella's 💌 anon

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coryo would eat pussy like he’s starving cause he is IM SORRY LMAO

anon ur so funny icb 😭

he compensates for his lack of actually food with pussy!! how real of him

#bella's anons #bella fawns over coryo #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow smut

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holy shit in not even joking i need pussy drunk/pussy licker coryo RIGHT NOWW🙁🙁🙁

he's number on eater actually!!

Coryo is a passionate lover and most importantly, a needy one.

He enjoys pinning you down onto your mattress after a stressful day and just taking his time with you. Letting you cum over and over hearing the sound of your voice getting higher and higher to the point you've actually lost it.

He takes and takes from you like he does everyone else but god if it isn't worth it?

Some nights when he's just so mad at you for whatever reason, disobeying him, being bratty, it doesn't matter. The rational response in his mind is to get you tied up on your bed, spread open for him as he ravishes his girl but he never lets you cum that night.

You feel pathetic and disgusting but god does he make it up to you the following night letting you cum as many times as you can and then some.

He's never modrate.

Thats one word you could never use to describe Coriolanus.

He wont let you cum at all, or cum far to many times for your sanity.

He watches you write under him like a meek prey begging on their knees to be set free. His eyes starring daggers up at you, seeing the angelic scene of his girl all desperate and needy, head thrown back, hair a mess and tits heaving up and down to get more breaths in- and just for that Coryo lifts him self up and pins your neck down completely restricting your oxygen flow.

The fact that he has total control over you gives him and ego push he doesn't need. Coryo uses it as a way to taunt get you to do what he wants and god you love it.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow fluff #bella fawns over coryo #bella's anons

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he needs to let me suck his dick!

5 ⭐️ DICK !

dick grayson. you could probably use a million and ten different words to describe him, the first one undoubtedly being “hot”. it didn’t help that he was a pornstar, though he was hot without it, the image of him laying on his bed, legs spread, fist wrapped around his aching, leaking dick, the image of his head thrown back, that would never leave your head.

he was the kind of guy to have anyone and everyone wrapped around his finger, it was the way he acted. subtly seductive, he didn’t have to have a gimmick in his videos, his voice, his hands, his dick, it was more than enough to get people hooked. the way he chuckled at himself when he got too desperate, muttering out a little “fuck… that’s it” whenever it felt especially good.

and god, the man could dirty talk, there was never a time when he was getting himself off, and he wasn’t talking, praising the viewer, encouraging them. “good girl… fuck right there, mhm… gonna make me cum, is that what you want? want me to cum, don’t you?” he knew what worked, maybe that was what made him an ideal pornstar, because he was cocky, he knew he was unbelievably good at what he did, and it showed in the videos when he actually had a partner. those were the videos where his talent really did shine, when you could watch him please something, watching him bring a woman to the point of shaking, in tears. watching him be rough, hands around a woman’s neck, slaps, hair tugging, he didn’t hold back, maybe that was apart of the appeal.

#bella fawns over dick grayson #bella's recs #literally my rich bfie who pays 4 my lingerie!!