• annabananaaxox
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    ୨୧ Anna / Anita . 8TEEN ౨ৎ She /They .ᐟ

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    ୨୧ whoIwritefor : Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Frank Castle (request whatevr DC/Marvel/Criminal minds chracter you want and I might write for them!) ୨୧

    ♡ requests r open!!

    ౨ৎ more info

    I also write essays and lit fic on substack

    this is a side blog, my main is @annabananaaxox

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  • sent by Anonymous

    Could you write some battinson fluff? 🥺 Maybe something about one of the rare nights you get him out of the cave and into bed with you. And even getting him to smile 🤭 which is a very rare occurrence but he can’t help it because he loves you so so much hehe

  • answered by annabananaaxox

    I love battinson but I can’t write him for the life of me 😭😭 so sorry diva

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  • annabananaaxox

  • I have Roy Harper and Dick Grayson smut on my drafts 🤭 diversifying my audience or whatever. (I also wanna write for clark but idk what to do for him so send me requests if you have any ideas!)

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  • urmumsfan

  • i hope u think of me when . .

    i hope u think of me every time u see anything astv / frat boy timothée chalamet related

    Keep reading

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  • annabananaaxox
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    College!Jason x Nerdy!Reader ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ mdni (18+)˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆

    Part 1

    Warnings: vaginal sex, fingering, unprotected sex.

    a/n: The anon who requested part one is a genius and the love of my life, love you all mwahhh

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    After your English project with Jason, the two of you got closer. You ended up making a deal: he would help you go out to parties more often and break out of your shell, in return for tutoring.

    Jason wasn’t dumb; he just got easily distracted in class and needed someone to push him. You needed to go out more and meet new people. It was an easy exchange; both of you won—technically, you won more than he did, since you’d watch him flex his arms above his head in concentration during study sessions. You’d watch his shirt ride up, revealing his toned abdomen when he stretched and groaned out of boredom. You’d feel him wrap an arm around you when you got too drunk at a party, carrying you back to your dorm.

    Day by day, the two of you got closer. You learned why he rolled his eyes during literature classes: he was passionate about it, albeit troublesome. You learned his hockey schedule and attended his practices, games, and parties. You hung out with his team and met his friends.

    Soon enough, you realized he was less broody and playboy-like than people had portrayed him. He was attractive and knew it, but he wasn’t arrogant about it, so the friendship bloomed quickly, and naturally, so did the benefits.

    Both of you liked each other, so it was really just a matter of time—how much you could take without folding. So, Jason took it upon himself to get you to hook up.

    The first time you thought it a kind of impulsive incident, something that should not—would not— happen again; the second time he fucked you so good you hoped it would happen again. It did, several times.

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    Jason had been grunting and huffing throughout your weekly hour of tutoring. He seemed more interested in making jokes and peeking down your blouse. He’d moved from his desk to his bed and so had you. You were beginning to lose your patience (and your resolve), so when he proposed that you take a break, you were quick to agree.

    So, there you were, perched in his lap, arms around his neck and skirt bunched over your thighs as you straddled him. Your blouse and bra had been discarded the second you’d given Jason the go and his lips were latched onto your chest, nipping, sucking and kissing everywhere he could reach. You knew there was going to be dark purple splotches all over your neck and chest when you left his room that evening, but at that moment you couldn’t bring yourself to mind.

    “Fuck—sweetheart,” He breathed out when you rolled your hips, his cock getting deeper inside you, hitting at that gummy spot that made you scream that much louder.

    His thighs were coated in your slick, a creamy white ring at the base of his cock. The sound of his hips hitting your ass and your soft moans and whines rang loudly in the tiny room. You were sure someone on his floor would complain about the noise.

    His grip on your hips tightened and he rolled you over onto your back, his hips never moving away from yours. He grabbed your leg and put it over his shoulder, allowing himself to hit that much deeper. Tears brimmed at your eyes as he filled you up. His movements didn’t falter when an orgasm came over you, your legs shaking, giving up beneath you. He just smirked, let out a breathy groan, and pounded you that much harder.

    “Jay, I—” You cut yourself off with a moan when his hand snaked down to your clit.

    “You what baby?”

    “’m close, Jay—” You furrowed your brows in concentration, hips bucking against him harshly.

    He knew you were close even before you told him, he’d felt you clench around him, tight and warm, unrelenting. His hand on your clit rubbed faster figure eights and your hips bucked against him. His pace unwavering, his teal eyes holding your dazed gaze when you tightened around him, spasming and moaning his name.

    You could hear the loud squelching noise you made, the skin slapping skin; you could feel the sweat and stickiness. His breathing quickened and his thrusts became messier, hurried, more like ruts than thrusts as he came inside you with a grunt.

    You fell limp against the bed and allowed him to clean the mess in between your shaky legs. He rubbed a damp cloth over your sensitive skin, pressing kisses in it’s wake. You could hear him muttering praise against your skin, but in your sex dazed state you couldn’t make out the half of what he was saying.

    He helped you get dressed in one of his hockey t-shirts and let you take a nap while he revised some notes. He’d let you quiz him later, and scold him for having sex with you instead of studying, because how could he know nothing of the entire unit? The exam was next friday!

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    @prettywritergirl2 edited this w me!! (my bae)

    requests are open!!

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  • prettywritergirl2

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    pairing: Greg House x F!reader (doctor)

    summary: You confront House about slacking off at work and end up in a position (lol) you didn't picture yourself in.

    warnings: smut! 18+ mdni, p in v, banter (they hate each other)

    a/n: Because Tumblr finally sees the vision with House, here's more for u (and for me, great minds think alike).

    @cinnamongrl2006 wrote this with me, go like her posts!

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    You walk into the hospital with a cup of coffee in your hand, immediately pausing in front of the full clinic. You walk up to the receptionist and set the cup down on the counter.

    "Where is House?" You try your best to keep your composure. You know it's not the receptionist's fault, but if you have to cover clinic duty for him again you're going to lose your mind.

    The receptionist looks up at you, shrugs, and shifts her focus back to the computer.

    "You should probably take care of that, though." She continues typing, either unaware of or ignoring the fact you're fuming.

    "Hey, you forgot your coffee!" She yells after you as you walk away. It's not her fault, but she isn't exactly helpful either.

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    You finally find House sitting in an empty exam room watching one of his soap operas.

    "What are you doing here?" You've known him a long time, but he still manages to leave you baffled. You walk in, locking the door behind you.

    "Masturbating." His face stays completely serious and you consider slapping him.

    "Get to the clinic right now Greg, I'm not joking." You cross your arms trying not to cry of frustration.

    "Or what? You're gonna snitch to Cuddy?"

    "Yes actually. And I heard your last conversation, you're going to get fired."

    "So obsessed with me you had to resort to spying? Listen. If you care so much about the damn clinic, go and take care of it yourself."

    "I'm so sick of covering for you. Can you please, just once, actually do your fucking job?" You're about to start ripping your hair out. If you have to see one more child with a cough you will seriously consider quitting.

    "As much as I like hearing you beg, I'm not doing that. You can either join me here, or go take care of the clinic yourself." You know how stubborn he is, so after a moment of consideration you decide to join him on the examination table.

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    "Move." You deadpan, and he shoves you further towards the edge.

    "I was here first. Feel free to leave if I'm bothering you."

    "You're always bothering me, House. Can anything be enjoyable with you?"

    "Sure it can." He says with innuendo.

    "I'd take you up on that offer." You smile at him.

    "You lock the door when you came in?"

    "Yeah."

    It doesn't take long for him to pin you down. Your white coat is off within seconds, and he nearly rips your top apart when he removes it.

    You're shocked at his eagerness, but you don't complain, immediately unbuttoning his shirt.

    He pulls your skirt down your legs to find you wearing a matching set, your curves accentuated by the pink lace.

    "Holy shit." He stares in amazement for a moment before pulling your panties to the side. He mumbles something about them being too pretty to take off, although your bra hardly recieves the same treatment.

    "No time for foreplay. I need you. Now." Your voice comes out as a desperate whine, and he laughs at you.

    "Been thinking about this for a long time, sweetheart?" His signature cocky tone is almost hot in this context, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of admitting that.

    "Ew, no." Your sarcasm is apparent, but he doesn't let you get away with it.

    "Alright then." He gets up to pick his clothes up off the floor, and you stand up with him.

    "Wait– stop. I was joking. Please, Greg, please." That's the first time you see him smile in the two years you've spent working together, but the sight is quickly replaced by medicine cabinets and drawers when he turns you around and bends you over the table.

    You barely process what had happened when you hear the sound of his zipper, and it's not long before his cock is inside you, and he's using the flimsy fabric of your panties to pull you onto it.

    You dig your fingernails into the paper covering the table, you weren't expecting him to be so big. You barely have time to adjust to his size when his hands find your hips and he starts to move, reaching a spot that made your legs shake.

    "C'mon, you wanted this, and you can't even stay still? Gonna cum already, huh?"

    "No." You stutter through a one syllable word and you're very glad he can't see your face.

    He mumbles something about you being pathetic, but your eyes are rolling back and you don't have enough brain power to think of a sassy response.

    "I can feel you squeezing around me, y'know? No point in lying is there, sweetheart?"

    "Shut up." He's completely right, though. You're so close you feel like you're going to explode.

    "You never learn, do you?" He reaches around your waist to rub your clit and you nearly scream. He wraps your hair around his fist to pull you up, letting go to cover your mouth.

    "Shut up, the clinic is full, remember?" He accentuates his point with a thrust, "And so are you."

    You laugh, quickly interrupted by a moan when he adjusts the angle of his hips, allowing him to go even deeper.

    Your legs shake harder, your moans get louder, and you find yourself back on the table searching for any last shred of composure. He doesn't stop rubbing your clit, groaning at the way your walls tighten around his cock.

    He cums soon after you did, staying buried inside you until you're full of his cum.

    He gives you a slap on the ass before pulling your panties back into their original position.

    "Told you I could make things enjoyable." He says while you both look for your clothes.

    "Uh uh, you sure did." Your knees are still weak when you leave the exam room to go deal with the clinic.

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  • cinnamongrl2006

  • Helped bestie write this one (her obsession with house has me in SHAMBLES)

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  • sent by Anonymous

    Bruce making it up to reader after a fight or apology headcanons? tysm!! ✨✨

  • answered by cinnamongrl2006

    ❀ Bale!Bruce Wayne making up after a fight headcanons ❀

    a/n: I’m not too good at writing headcanons, lol, especially about a topic like this, but I tried my best! English is not my first language, there’s no warnings for this apart from mentions of sex…enjoy!

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    • It isn’t unusual for Bruce and you to argue, he’s not the best at communicating his emotions, in fact he is kind of an avoidant guy.
    • At the begginning of your relationship any time you’d get mad at him— usually at his absences, at the many times he’d gotten late and left early when you went on dates, he’d distance himself for a couple weeks, but he’d send flowers to your workplace and a note as an apology the morning after. You understood it was his way of showing remorse, but you found it embarassing.
    • Once your relationship developed and your communication got better he began apologizing with acts of service, but he never really stopped buying you things when you got angry. He’d text you the link to a bag or a pair of shoes with: color? attached to it. No matter how many times you tell him to stop, if you’re angry he’ll buy you something; maybe not to apologize, but to alleviate the blow.
    • He told you he was Batman after a particularly bad argument when you opened up about doubting of his whereabouts every night, worried about the bruises he’d come home with. You’d thought he was cheating at first, then you saw the bruises, you felt the way he winced when you hugged him. He brushed away your tears and assured you he was not cheating, and when you questioned him about the injuries he took you to the cave.
    • After you found out he was Batman your arguments would usually revolve around his or your safety, screaming matches in which neither of you would win. Bruce didn’t like sleeping in a separate room, but he would steer away from you in the bed to not bother you.
    • As the time passes and you get comfortable he becomes used to words of affirmation and his apologies sound sincere, and his explanations no longer feel like excuses.
    • It’s all about priorities, he prioritizes your relationship so he begins to let you in, to apoogize sincerely, to relax around you.
    • You still argue after all that time, his avoidant nature and your personality clash, but he will always try to make up with you.
    • If you’ve got more of a fiery personality I think you’d have angry make up sex, but he’d feel bad for “fixing things” by sleeping with you, and he’d apologize about that.

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