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Make Me Choose,Favorite Comic Wanda Maximoff Look

Make Me Choose,Favorite Comic Wanda Maximoff Look
Make Me Choose,Favorite Comic Wanda Maximoff Look
Make Me Choose,Favorite Comic Wanda Maximoff Look
Make Me Choose,Favorite Comic Wanda Maximoff Look
Make Me Choose,Favorite Comic Wanda Maximoff Look
Make Me Choose,Favorite Comic Wanda Maximoff Look
Make Me Choose,Favorite Comic Wanda Maximoff Look
Make Me Choose,Favorite Comic Wanda Maximoff Look
Make Me Choose,Favorite Comic Wanda Maximoff Look
Make Me Choose,Favorite Comic Wanda Maximoff Look

Make me choose,Favorite Comic Wanda Maximoff look

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More Posts from Starstruckwinnerpeanutscissors

since today is jason’s birthday, could we have a soft scruffy!verse drabble abt reader getting him a small meaningful gift (maybe something in relation to their childhood??) and giving him a kiss on the cheek? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

"Hey Y/N," Dick yelled, "Are you coming? "

"Yeah just a second!" You half turn and dig through your bag, hoping the package is still intact.

It had been a long day, what with being kidnapped and all on what was supposed to be a quick trip home.

And when you looked up, having found it intact, tucked safely in the pocket where you'd tucked it that morning you smile before holding it out to Jason insistently.

"I said I didn't want-"

"And I ignored you. Now stop being a baby and open it," you order, mock glaring at him.

"Y/N-"

"Come on, you chicken. I promise it's not that interesting."

"It doesn't look big enough to be something that bites," he allowed, taking it and looking away. Cheeks heating. He really wished his family OF DETECTIVES could be more discreet about watching the goings on. But out of the corner of his eye, Steph and Cass are practically vibrating with glee. Over your right shoulder Tim looks like he's watching an experiment. And just slightly up the steps he knows Bruce and Alfred are probably trying to plan an engagement party. And you don't even like him like that.

It's a little humiliating if he's honest. But he can't tell you 'no'. Not when you look at him like that. All wide eyed and grinning at him. So he ripped the brown paper off carefully and for just a moment. His heart stuttered.

"You would remember that," he said smiling a little, as he looked down at the copy of The Once and Future King. It's a discarded library copy, and out of curiosity he paused. Flipping to the slot where a paper card would be, only for his heart to ache.

This wasn't just a copy you'd picked up at a library fundraiser. This was THE copy. The one he borrowed so many times that he knew every creased page like he knew the scars on his knees.

His untidy little kid handwriting- like finding a message in a bottle. And at the bottom- his mom's handwriting. He'd almost forgotten what it looked like. But as he traced his finger over it all he can do it blink at you for a second.

What fuckery you'd pulled to find it, he didn't know. But he doesn't know what to say.

And he's even more at a loss for words when you stand on his toes to kiss his cheek, "Happy Birthday, Jaybird."

As he stands there with his cheeks burning and his chest aching, feeling like an idiot for not saying anything all he can do is tuck the book into his jacket pocket, and try not to regret not kissing you stupid.


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okay hear me out again.

needy and angry tate langdon. quick fucking in a corner of the house.

"Tate...wait.. my dad is in the next roo-....gh.." you try to articulate as tate speed up his wild thrusts, his warm breath on your neck and his shaky whimpers caressing your ears. "I'm sorry... i'm sorry i need...i need it...". you put a hand on your mouth, squeezed between the wall under the stairs and tates aroused body. he was so good. he was so fucking good. you loved it so much when tate was angry. he totally let himself go and always count on you to help him. he pulls his head back slightly to press his forehead against yours, moaning in pleasure as quietly as possible. "your dad...he told me i was afraid...of rejection..." he whispers between two moans, his hands squeezing your waist. "I think he's right..." you answer, panting, your lips sticked to his. He raises his head, his dark eyes half hidden by his fluffy blond hair, staring at you as he pound you more and more. "you'll never... reject me, right ?" you grabbed his hair and kissed him wildly, stifling one of his moans. "if i dare to do it one day... i allow you to kill me" you whisper weakly against his lips, his eyes locked on yours, feeling the orgasm coming for you two. tate let out a groan as he cums with you, his seed filling your shivering body. "...then...you are warned." he says finally, breathless, holding you tightly as he catches his breath while you come back to your senses, his lips caressing your right ear with simple words . "never leave me. ever."


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“Not all men are like that!”

You’re right.

Gomez Addams would fucking never.

Not All Men Are Like That!

CRYBABY

unoriginal ass title i knowww but read ahead sweety, its hot.

CRYBABY

this was meant to be posted a long time ago my apologies lmao

warnings: SMUTTT, sub tate, dom reader, mommy kink, kinda, pegging, blindfolding, handcuffing, kinda overstimulation, slapping, sex toy usage (nipple clamps etc) punishments, idk just lazy smut, just tate being a crybaby bottom

Despite the fact that Tate resembled to be your protector, you deep down knew you were his. The way he would always rather be little spoon, the way he would pout when you disagreed on something, how he folded his hands above every platform, how he'd cry if you threatened to leave, even if it were to be in a joking manner. But mainly how he'd get turned on by the slightest bit of dominance you'd reveal to him.

"Constance, again?" you question Tate, who's balled up on your bed with heavy teary eyes, he'd do this ever so often he felt upset. "Sometimes I just fucking hate her Y/N, i r-really do." he'd hesitate to admit. You'd usually cuddle up with him when he'd be this sensitive, but you've had enough of it.

"Oh come on Tate, fuck her. Let's watch a movie or something, hm?" you asked attempting to get his mind off of his monsterous mother, who'd only make him feel more worthless than he already did, to later apologizing with little pathetic treats and compliments about how he'd be her only "normal child."

Now trading the sight of his pale hands to your eyes forming intensive eye contact, Tate smiled. An adorable smile, which only melted your heart delightfully as he now sat up on your bed opening his arms in hopes of recieving a warm hug from you. "Aw.. need a hug, baby?" you babied causing the water droplets he had been holding back to escape their cage as you held him tightly in your arms, almost carrying him. "I know, I know, baby boy." you continue, provoking Tate's shiny eyes to close tightly as he slightly moaned under his breath taking you by surprise.

"What was that?" you question shockingly.

"I-Im sorry, Mo- ..Y/N!" Tate stuttered under you, uncourageously keeping his eyes tightly shut, pulling you in closer to him, almost as if he wanted to just crawl into your skin. His submissiveness exposing him more than usual.

"Were you gonna call me mommy, babe?" you rhetorically asked the question you well knew the answer to, producing another slight moan to escape his lips, unable of admitting the urge he felt of wanting to call you mommy.

"Call me mommy, Tate." you demanded, softly lifting his chin up to face yours. "I-I cant.." Tate replied, knowing damn well the motherfucker wanted to from the slight tent that appeared in his baggy jeans.

"You can't?"

"No.. I-I can't." said Tate, now burying his face onto your clothed breasts, covering his blush-filled angelic face as the tears began to rush in once again. "Its okay baby boy you don't hav-" "I need you m-mommy." Tate interrupted, wiping his now smudged tears off of his face whilst sitting up beside you.

Brushing off your excitement to his comment you stop and glared at him, silently asking for consent. For him to only nod desperately attempting to take off his jeans sprintly, in which you pause him by holding his hands above his head, pushing him onto the bed softly. Tate only whimpered softly under his breath before endeavoring your grip onto his shaky hands, producing a slap across his cheek.

"Stay still." you demand the panting man laying infront of you, connecting his hands with the bed board as you handcuffed him quickly with a belt you had laying around. Tate only groaned and pulled on the board causing a satisfying friction onto his wrists. "I told you to stay still." you warn him once again, slapping the opposite side of his sweaty face. "Fuck~" Langdon let out a long moan, to your surprise a wet creamy puddle begun forming on his jeans, realizing the man had came on himself from a couple of slaps across the face.

Tate did nothing but apologize constantly whilst pressing his legs together to reduce the slight pain his enlarging boner had been giving him from lack of friction. "Did I say you can cum?" you question now producing a slight jump from Tate who's already given up his need of showing dominance. "N-no.." he responded now liberating his needy facial expression.

"Then why did you?" you asked yet another rhetorical question unbuttoning his damp jeans, as you carefully straddled his clothed member. Allowing the heavy jeans to fall across the floor you begin rubbing yourself on him, gripping onto his wide shoulders for support. Tate only moaned, nearly screaming from the sensation, shifting aggressively.

"Shh, baby. Mommy will make it better." you whisper onto his ear, earning a low "yes. yes. yes." from Tate's pleading self, as you got off of him in search of a pair of nipple clamps which you were more than eager to use on him.

Tate's eyes widened to the view of your now naked body along some nipple clamps, nearing his chest more and more. "Stay still." you warn once again, now lifting his sweaty sweater just right above his nose leaning towards his eyes, covering them softly.

"Make me." he teased, fully aware what he was getting himself into.

"Wanna bet?" you reply, now attaching the nipple clamps onto his hardening nipples aggressively, recieving an unexpectedly loud bawl. With Tate's knuckles now turning white from his harsh grip onto the bed frame, you begin humping him once again earning nothing but lustfilled whimpers. "Y/N! ple-please!" screamed Tate whilst now grinding his hips onto your own making you yelp from the new sensation. Still, although you fucking enjoyed the feeling you weren't up for the fact he bluntly disobeyed you, yet once again.

"Did I ask you to do that, pet?" you interrogate as your lips aparted a few inches away from his, inhaling his sweet watermelon gum breath against yours. "Im so~ oh fuck~" moaned the man in between struggles to your index finger pushing past his entrance through his moistened boxers, a hole being ripped harshly on them.

You pegged Tate unsensely, leaning in to bite his lower lip forming nothing but beautiful tiny bruises. Him choking on his own moans, trying to ask politely for his sweater-blindfold to be taken off, you accept the request.

Taking the blindfold off of his pretty face you pause to acknowledge the sight you had infront of you, which was in fact phenomenally intriguing. Langdon's face was many shades redder, tears smudged all over, and of course the sweat that accumulated onto his hair, boosting his appearance by god knows how much. Your stare producing a slight smirk onto Tate's bruised lips adoring your appearance as well, which you brush off by attaching your lips onto his. This creating an immediate makeout, whilst your fingers still played around with his aching entrance.

"Im so fucking close, please d-don't stop." confessed Tate, tightly shutting his eyes allowing his warm liquids to fall onto your dripping cunt.

"Did I say you can cum?"

"Fuck."

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Don't Make Me Say It Again. (x.t)

Don't Make Me Say It Again. (x.t)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Addams!Reader

Summary: blurb! xavier is close to snapping when you don't realize what he has been hinting.

Warnings: mutual pining, fluff

a/n: okay, another one before i go torture myself in actually reading my textbook that i haven't picked up in weeks.

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Don't Make Me Say It Again. (x.t)

“Shouldn’t you be with your sister?” Xavier questioned as you tied on your apron.

“No, she wanted to work at pilgrim world for some odd reason. I would rather die than dress up as a colonist,” you informed the boy.

“That doesn’t surprise me.”

“Hey, Y/N! Need a hand?” Tyler called out from behind the counter as you and Xavier cleaned the tables.

“Already got one,” you replied back pointing to Thing wiping the table.

“I thought I told you and your sister that he was bad news,” Xavier whispered to you as he reached over to grab a mug on your side of the table.

“Twice actually, but I couldn’t care less about him. Wait. Enlighten me,” you turned to face him.

That was when you noticed how close you two actually were. Though you were standing around a foot away from each other, it was concerning how he seemed to step closer to talk.

“It happened last Outreach Day. I was working on a mural for the town then he and his friends come up and start attacking me. They destroyed the mural and left me with bruised ribs. People like him don’t like people like us,” he explained.

“Hm.”

“It’s not like you would care anyways, right?” Xavier scoffed walking off to the next table.

“It seems like he’s changed, quiter softer now, which is disappointing,” you admitted as you followed Xavier. “Why do you care so much if I talk to him though?”

“You’re kidding.”

“Why would I kid?” you blanked.

“Open your eyes, Y/N! I have been here on your side this entire time, and you still don’t get it?” Xavier snapped banging the table with the tub full of plates and mugs taking a step closer to you. “Sometimes it’s unbelievable how little empathy you have for others.”

“Xavier,” you breathed out taking a step back.

“I like you, Y/n. What do I have to do for you to see that?” he followed in taking a step closer.

“You know I don’t actually like Tyler, right? You might be an imbecile and infuriating but-” you hinted.

“Really know how to make a guy blush,” he let out a small laugh.

“It’s the attributes I like about you though,” you muttered under your breath.

“What was that?” he mocked.

“Don’t make me say it again,” you deadpanned looking down on the floor avoiding his gaze.

“No, I don’t think I heard you the first time,” he joked he lifted your chin with his hand. “What did you say?”

“I’m not saying it again.”

“You gonna let me kiss you?”

“Depends,” you answered.

He moved his hand from your chin to the back of your neck pulling you into a kiss. You found yourself kissing him back wrapping your arms around his neck. You could feel him smile into the kiss. You didn’t kow how long you to stayed there for until you heard a cough behind you.

“Seems like you’ve had fun working,” Wednesday said unimpressed as she pulled you away from Xavier. In which he just laughed as you tried to get your arm out of Wednesday’s grip.

"Wednesday, why do you always have to grab the same arm," you whined as she dragged you out.


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