Me Looking As Logan FINALLY Gets The Attention He Deserves From The Marvel Fandom:

the last one😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

LANDO NORRIS Spanish GP 2024

MDNI 18+

jason todd's controversially younger girlfriend ❤︎ ໋𓈒

—ㅤ꒰ྀིㅤ jason todd x reader ಿৎ

warnings: receiving (m), spitting, mentions of anal and cream pie, vaginal sex, age gap: reader in 20’s jason late 30’s

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you being jason todd’s younger girlfriend had its perks, like clinging onto his strong biceps whenever you went out, your perfectly manicured nails that jason paid for gently scratching his rough skin. your eyes would always light up when you caught him staring at them, “like ‘em jacey?” you beamed, showing the baby pink nails off. you always allowed jason to decide what colour to get. his personal favourite was a soft pink tone, as it always contrasted nicely with your outfits and looked even better when your hands were wrapped around his fat cock.

jason spoiled you rotten, whatever you wanted, you got. the two of you went on weekly shopping trips, you dragging him into every single damn shop whilst trying a significant amount of clothes at the same time. you would twirl in the little dresses and skirts that barely covered your ass, your cheeks slightly exposed at the slightest movement. though jason didn’t complain, he could fight and you looked great, so what’s the harm?

if there was something that jason loved the most it would be seeing you all dolled up like a princess in the prettiest skirts and dresses that he bought, your hair done nicely with your makeup on. best believe you got princess treatment everywhere, it ranged from the small bare minimum things like opening the door, cooking dinner, holding your hand, and the side walk rule. but he also made sure to show you his love and affection through words and actions, complimenting you regardless if you were dressed up or not, making your favourite coffee in the morning to save you time from waking up early, and gently washing your hair in the shower.

the one place where you didn’t get princess treatment, was the bedroom. jason had no shame in treating you like a slut and his own personal toy to fuck and fill with his cum. it ranges from him shoving your head down onto the pillow, your perky ass up whilst he fucked your cunt from behind, making you a whiny mess dribbling all over the pillowcase and chin. “you’re so good for letting me use you like this,” jason grunted as he gripped onto the soft flesh on your hip, kneading it. “m-mph! jacey!” you moaned into the pillow, though it came out rather muffled. jason would use you until he was satisfied, filling up both of your holes, your cunt and ass, making them leak and clench around nothing all swollen. occasionally, when eating you out he would spit on it, mixing his cum with yours and with his own saliva.

jason loved watching you suck his cock, the way your eyes went glassy with tears, your mascara running down your cheeks with your lipstick all smudged around the corners of your mouth, smearing onto his cock was enough to make him cum. occasionally, if you became too lost and dazed, where your movements became slower and more sloppy, your eyes zoning out, jason would pull you away from his cock, sliding his thumb into your swollen lips before spitting in it.

yeah guys i wanna make him my personal trampoline 💋💋

rafe leaves his car running, music still playing, when he comes to pick you up. he knocks on the door to your house twice, not even bothering to send you a message to come and get him since he knows you’re not on it—you’re probably applying the finishing touches to your makeup or spraying something over your styled hair. your mom gets the door, which is good—your dad isn’t always rafe’s biggest fan. he stays down there, engaging in polite small talk for a few minutes before going up the stairs to your bedroom. 

with his hand hovering above the doorknob, wondering how much time you still need and if the two of you are gonna miss your dinner reservations, he catches the sound of music blaring from your room. it’s not the usual stuff—the lana songs you play on repeat, claiming they’re rafe-coded or the oldies you listen to softly when you’re trying to relax. no, he can hear his music coming from your room, and more than that, he can hear you singing along. 

he stays like that, listening for a few more minutes, smiling to himself before turning the knob and stepping in. true to form, you’re applying another layer of shiny lip gloss, the sticky one that always makes a mess on his face and his dick.

“ak-forty to your livahhh- oh hi rafe!” you turn to great him, looking extra pleased as he comes over to your vanity and presses a kiss to your head while looking in the mirror with you.

“the hell are you listening to?” he laughs, but you can tell he’s holding back a laugh. “y’know i have the truck running, right?”

“smith and wesson…gang reppin-” you sing along again, before breaking into a fit of giggles. you finish applying your lip gloss and then set it down on the counter, adjusting your hair and humming along.

“am i a bad influence? is that what this is?” 

you turn to look up at him from your seat, pressing your hand against the collar of his polo and dragging him down into a kiss. he deepens it, wet and messy, swallowing your moan into his mouth and hand gripping the back of your neck, before he pulls you away. 

“you’re the worst influence. now my makeup is all messed up.” you turn back to the mirror, wiping the corners of your mouth and picking up your lip-liner.

“how long have you been recitin’ drake and 21?”

“you play it all the time!” you protest, half-heartedly. “it’s catchy. and it reminds me of you.” he smirks, taking a seat on your bed. 

“hurry it up or we’ll miss the reservation.” 

you roll your eyes.

“yes, dad.” you think he doesn’t notice, but he gets up from his seat and buries his head in your neck, gripping a tender piece of skin between his teeth and sucking hard. you feel it instantly, and uncomfortable wetness spreading in your panties and the familiar want tightening in your stomach. when rafe pulls away, there’s a bright, dark red mark on your neck

“rafe!” you whine, wiping the skin of his spit and observing in the mirror. your hand goes to grab the bottle of concealer already out, but he stops your wrist mid-movement. 

“nuh-uh, that’s what you get for talkin’ back.” he kisses your cheek. “now come on, i don’t wanna be late.” you comply immediately.

CHAPPELL ROAN via Instagram (September 19, 2024)

Still not over the fact that under all his clothes, kimi looks like that.

HELP LMAOOOOOO

not now babe i’m daydreaming about the arkham knight’s slutty waist and cunty mannerisms

me!!!!!!! my song foreves

everyone wants him that was my crime, the wrong place at the right time and I break down and he’s pulling me in, in a world full of boys he’s a gentleman

i’m weak this song man