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I used a reference pose to match the character personality

Female version of Billy Lenz ,am very proud how the design turns out for the female version of bill

Between Ghostface and Billy Lenz, who would be more likely to listen to 100 Gecs? Very serious and important question.

i cant help but imagine my daddy and mommy raping me... my older siblings joining in on the fun. having to be naked at home because of how much they all rape me. an entire dirty family...

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Pants Party!

Bat family x toddler!reader

DC Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Batman obeys no one, except for his toddler of course

Warnings: mentions of child abandonment, but overall this is just fluff, swearing

WC: 1.3k

Minors DNI

A crash followed by a giggle interrupted Bruce’s research. “Get back here!” “Jason what the hell!” “Shut it and help me catch the fucking demon!” “Don’t swear around the baby!” “Fuck off replacement.” The crack of a fist meeting a jaw sparked another round of shouting.

Bruce sighed and stood, his joints creaking. “I’m getting too old for this shit.” He muttered, trekking into the main house, following the trail of destruction that his children usually left behind. He grimaced, seeing one of Alfred’s favourite vases shattered on the ground.

He found his protégés in the movie room. Jason was throttling Tim as Dick tried to pull them off of each other, Damian was sitting on the large couch, smirking, little Y/N perched on his lap, laughing at her brothers. Bruce scooped the youngest up, making her squeal in delight at the sight of her father. Her small hands slapped against his scruffy cheeks, making him smile.

Y/N had been a surprise addition to the family. Damian had found her out on patrol one night. She had been barely a few days old, crying horsley in the empty apartment, obviously having been alone for a while. The young Robin had no hesitation in bringing her home and insisting that his father adopt her. Bruce smiled at the memory of his little boy, still in his suit yelling, “THIS IS MY NEW BABY SISTER! HER NAME IS Y/N AND IF YOU DON’T ADOPT HER I’M MOVING IN WITH GRAYSON!” It was wonderful to see how far he had come since first arriving at the manor.

“Boys, what’s going on?” They paused, Jason’s fist cocked back, Dick’s hand wrapped around his elbow, trying to stop him, as Tim had aimed his foot towards his older brother’s crotch. “Nothing.” They answered at once. Bruce raised one graying eyebrow. “I was trying to dress the baby, but she’s a slippery fucker so I was chasing her then these assholes tried to stop me.” Jason huffed.

Bruce looked down, and sure enough, his little girl was almost completely naked, save for the cloth nappy Damian insisted they buy her. She gave him a gummy smile, wiggling in his grasp slightly. “Stop swearing around the baby!” And the fighting started again. “Come on, let’s go get you dressed little lady.” Batman slipped out of the room, his little girl perched on his hip, trying to get a look at her bickering older brothers.

Y/N’s room was perfectly situated to be evenly spaced from each of the boy’s rooms but she almost never slept in it. Bruce had a bad habit of taking her from her bed when he got home from patrol and tucking her into his own, keeping her on his chest as they slept. Alfred had told him off for it so many times that he could recite the older man’s speech from memory.

Sure enough, there was a cute outfit laid out on her bed. The shirt made Bruce chuckle. It was an exact replica of Jason’s red hood uniform and he had chosen to pair it with some leggings covered in Wonder Woman’s symbols. “Alright, time to get some clothes on.” He laid her on the pink sheets, handing her the platypus plushie that was her absolute favourite in order to distract his daughter as he dressed her.

The shirt went on first, her little head poking through the top. Y/N made a face at her father and in retaliation, he lifted her shirt slightly and gave her a raspberry. “Daddy!” She squealed, slapping the top of his head. “Such a silly girl.” A smiled fondly, “A silly girl with a messy face.” He turned to get a wet wipe to clean the smear of chocolate off her cheek. He really needed to talk to Damian and Tim about feeding her so many sweets.

A small thump made him turn back around just in time to see a little foot disappear around the corner. Then a few seconds later, “There she goes again!” The one fucking day Alfred took off and everything went to shit. Bruce gathered up the rest of her clothes and staked after his daughter, her giggles carrying through the halls.

Y/N was running waddling as fast as her little legs would carry her, reminding her father of a baby penguin running across the snow. The boys scrambled over each other trying to catch her, much to Y/N’s delight.

They had finally cornered her in the library, still holding her platypus tightly, her chubby legs shaking with the exercise of having five vigilantes chasing her through the massive house. Bruce came forward first, holding out the pants. “Put your pants on.”

“No!” Tim was next. “Pants time!” Her head shook widely. “Noo!” “Come on baby bat! We’ll have a pants party!” Dick’s smile made her hide her face in her stuffed animal’s soft fur. “Nooo!” Jason shoved him out of the way. “You need pants.” He used his Red Hood voice but was met with another “Nooooo!” Damian sighed. “Put your pants on.” Her arms crossed over her chest as best she could while still holding the animal. “No!”

Simultaneously, the men buried their faces in their hands, frustrated by the girl. She took the opportunity to run through their legs and back out of the room. “Mother fucker!” Jason took off after her. “Come on!” Dick followed closely behind.

“Oh hello there young lady. What are you up to?” Y/N skidded to a halt in front of her grandfather, immediately dropping the toy and lifting her arms so he could pick her up. She babbled in his ear, making Alfred nod along as he walked back into the kitchen to continue making a cup of tea for himself. He set her down in her high chair and placed a cup of juice in front of her, interrupting her “talking” as she took big gulps of the delicious drink.

Crashes soon followed and Dick burst into the kitchen. “Master Dick, how many times have I told you not to run in the house.” Alfred scolded. “We were just looking for- oh there she is!” He rolled his eyes at his eldest grandson. Nightwing tried to lift Y/N from the chair but her little hands slapped away his larger ones, going back to her drink. “And why were you chasing this little princess?” “Princess? She’s a slippery little troll who doesn’t want to put on pants.”

Jason came up from behind and rubbed her head affectionately, which was met with a glare very similar to Batman's from the little girl. “Is that right?” Alfred raised his eyebrow, “You all are trained heroes who’ve taken down some of the most evil people in the world yet you can’t get a toddler to put on pants.”

The men hung their heads in shame and Alfred took the leggings from his son’s hands. “Y/N can you put on your pants for me and then we’ll make some cookies,” She opened her mouth, obviously trying to argue, “You can only have cookies if you put on your pants.” She babbled and only the word ‘daddy’ was articulate. Alfred nodded like he understood. “Yes, we can give the cookies to your daddy and brothers.” The toddler raised her arms up, Jason quickly lowered her to the floor.

She took the leggings from her grandfather, and clumsily stuck her legs into the holes, having Tim help her pull them up all the way. “Ta da!” She spread her arms, displaying her state of dress to her family before running at Alfred shouting. “Cook! Cook!” To which he gladly picked her up and set about gathering the ingredients for his famous chocolate chip cookies while the rest of the family sat and watched their baby bat try her best to talk and bake at the same time.

After that day, Bruce always kept a photo of them all together, Y/N completely covered in flour while smiling ear to ear, on his desk in the bat cave and Wayne Enterprises. None of his sons would admit that they always carried that same photo round wherever they went.

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@im-a-slut-for-fluff

Man…fictional male character with nice titties makes me want to suck on it

Batsis as Craig

Bruce: why can’t you behave

Batsis: idk

Bruce: better behave if you don’t no cookie for you

Batsis:…

Batsis: 🖕

Batfam: 0o0

Bruce:

BIRTHDAY DINNER FEATURING JASON TODD

DESCRIPTION: there’s only one thing that jason wants for his birthday, and you can’t deny him any longer.

WORD COUNT: 2727

CONTENTS: oral (female receiving), shy reader, fem reader, cocky jason todd, pet names, slight exhibitionism (yall get nasty and loud in jason’s old room at the manor), no piv, squirting, spitting, manhandling, jason REALLY like eating you out, oral fixation <33, jason is a pleasure dom so true, praise, YALL R IN LUV !!!!!, so self indulgent shush, belt bondage, batfam antics at the end bc i said so, aftercare 

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE OF MY LIFE YOU GUYS LITERALLY DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS MAN HE MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME THERE'S NO ONE MORE IMPORTANT THAN HIM I WANNA MAKE HIM HAPPY SO BAD HE DESERVES THE WORLD! also sorry this is a day late </3

jason stares at you across the dinner table wolfishly, his eyes sparkling with something akin to mischief. his mouth curls up in a smirk as he continues chewing his food. you recognized that look, it was the one he had whenever he was planning to do something reckless… or scandalous. 

you force yourself to break eye contact with him, redirecting your gaze back to the lovely dinner that alfred had made.

jason had been invited to spend his birthday back at the manor, and with enough pestering from everyone (mainly dick), he had obliged. he made sure to bring you along as well, because he “doesn’t think he can stand being around them that long without wanting to die again” and he needed you to “keep him sane”. you had chuckled when he announced it to you, throwing himself dramatically on your sofa. 

you now regret agreeing to come along, because there’s a gnawing feeling inside you that tells you that jason was going to cause trouble. you squirm in your seat, hoping that you were just being paranoid, or at the very least that jason wasn’t going to do something that would embarrass you too much. 

dinner was over before you realized- you were too lost in your own thoughts, too busy trying to ignore the burning stare that jason was still giving you- to notice the time that had passed.

you stood up, politely tucking in your chair and reached for the emptied plates around you, wanting to help the others clean up. alfred quickly stopped you, telling you that he and the others have got it covered, and that he’s sure jason wants to spend some time with you. the butler also winked at you, and you fluster at what he could be implying. 

you looked back to where jason was near the end of the table, the mischievous grin still plastered across his face. he held out his hand for you, which you took. his palm was warm, and you find yourself once again pleasantly surprised by how hot jason’s body ran.

jason began leading you back to his old room, mumbling something about it being too late for him to want to take the drive back. the mansion is bigger than you had originally thought, you realized. with long, winding hallways and towering walls, it was easy to get lost. 

you absent-mindedly followed him, your focus and gaze occupied with lingering on the many paintings and portraits adorning the walls. 

his room is much simpler than you had imagined. the only things decorating the huge space besides the king sized bed was a red guitar and a bookshelf. 

you walk further in to examine the large window embedded into the wall, the view of the garden in the moonlight fascinating you as you gazed out of the glass.

jason walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and lowering his head into the crook of your neck. he nuzzles into the skin there, planting soft kisses that have you giggling and squirming in his hold. 

“do you like the view?” he whispers cheekily.

you spin in his arms, your own coming up to wrap around his shoulders, your hands intertwining at the back of his neck. 

“i like this one more.” you smile back. 

jason leans down to peck at your lips, his slightly chapped lips brushing sweetly against your soft ones. he tugs you closer, arms wrapping tighter around you.

“did you have a good birthday?” you ask him. the sight of your radiant smile makes his adoration for you grow, a grin of his own breaking out on his face.

he pretends to ponder a bit before answering. “i did. spending time with those losers wasn’t as bad as i thought it was going to be.” 

you reel back to hit his shoulder lightly, muttering out a ‘don’t be mean, jason’, which makes him laugh before he pulls you into him again.

he continues. “dinner was nice. so were the gifts. i didn’t get what i want, though.”

“oh? and what did you want, mr. todd? because i remember you being very happy with the new motorcycle bruce got you.” your tone is laced with a light-hearted sarcasm, but you’re genuinely confused at what jason hinted at. 

“did you know you looked stunning tonight?” jason quickly changes the conversation, leaving you in a further state of puzzlement. 

you were wearing a relatively simple dress. nothing too revealing or fancy. you just wanted to look nice for the family dinner, but not overdress. 

before you could respond, jason’s lips were on yours again. the kiss is more fervent, rushed. his mouth sporadically slotting against yours. 

in the haze of passion you can barely feel yourself moving backwards, but you are. his body is pressing against yours and guiding you to the bed, your feet trying hard not to stumble in the meanwhile. 

you feel your calves hit the frame of the bed before jason’s hands force you down, your back hitting the mattress with a soft thud.

he towers above you, his frame casting a shadow over yours. he peers down at you hungrily, like how a predator does its prey.

“do you want to know what i was thinking about during dinner?” another out-of-the-blue question from him. it was hard trying to decipher him, his mind always seemed to work too quickly for you to keep up. 

he pauses for a beat of silence, then “at first i was thinking about how delicious and juicy my steak was. then i thought about how delicious and juicy you would be.”

you feel your face burn with embarrassment, heat taking its place on your cheeks. 

you recount all the times throughout your relationship when jason had tried to eat you out, which always ended in you rejecting his offers. you just always felt too embarrassed. none of the people you had been with in the past ever did it, and it became something you stigmatized. 

you subconsciously press your legs together, making jason frown. 

“come on, princess. you’re not going to deny the birthday boy, right?” 

he leans down, hovering over you on the bed to pepper kisses on your face, trying to convince you to give. 

“jason, you don’t have to, you know.” 

“i know. i want to though, really bad.” he pants it out against the sensitive skin of your neck. his tone has taken on a husky tone, almost sounding like a beg. 

you weighed it out. you’d certainly feel bad if you refused him again since it seemed like he was genuine. furthermore, you were weak whenever his tone took on a deeper pitch, the raspiness of it going straight between your legs.

pushing all anxieties to the back of your mind, you shyly nod your head. 

a large smile breaks onto jason’s face. he outwardly rejoiced, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheeks before reeling back.

his large arms tuck themselves under your knees and behind your back, before he lifts you up and throws you further up the bed. 

you gasp as you hit the bed again, his show of strength igniting the heat in your core.

the mattress sinks as he climbs on too, positioning himself on his knees beneath you. his hands linger at the hem of your dress, waiting for a signal from you. at your nod, he bunches the fabric up to your waist, exposing to him your panties. 

he whistles, an action that he's prone to doing whenever he’s around you it seems- whether it's seeing you in a new dress or in a bikini at the beach. it’s his go-to for letting you know just how divine he thinks you are. 

his hands pull at the cotton too, tugging them down and off your legs. 

“how did i ever get so lucky?” he muses once he’s able to see your glistening folds. 

“i’m the lucky one,” you whisper above him. 

“mm, i disagree, princess.” 

he repositions himself to lay on his stomach, his elbows supporting his weight. his hands wrap around your thighs to pull you closer, with him nestling into the space between your legs. 

he leans down to place a kiss on your sensitive clit, making your legs jolt reflexively. 

“relax,” he murmurs. “i’ll make you feel good.” 

one of his arms lays itself across your waist, acting as an anchor to keep you still. his other hand drifts down to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles on the bud.

your body twitches, goosebumps erupting over your skin at the contact. you can feel small sparks start to settle in your veins, your arousal growing by the second. 

jason then pulls back the hood of your clit, granting him access to your full cunt. he dips down, flattening his tongue and running it up your sex. when he reaches the top he suckles your clit, making you erupt in a languid moan. 

you quickly slap a hand over your mouth, realizing how loud you were being. everyone was still in the house, and even though the manor was gigantic, you didn’t want to risk someone hearing you. 

“awh, what’s the fun in that, babe?” jason teases, his trademark smirk back on his face.

you can’t answer him because his thumb is back to work on your clit, rubbing fervently to draw random shapes on it. if you were to try to speak you knew you would just be cut off with more lewd sounds. 

you don’t understand how jason’s not worried before you conclude that he simply doesn’t have an ounce of shame left in his body.

he fake pouts when all you offer him is a shake of your head. “i don’t see what’s so bad about everyone knowing how good i treat you, pretty girl, so how about you let me hear those sounds? it’s my birthday after all.”

when you refuse to budge he stands up again, taking off his belt with quick fingers. before you can process it, he reaches to gather both your hands, tightening the leather around it and attaching it to the bed frame. you’re left defenseless, unable to break the tie. 

jason settles back in his previous position, now with a goal in mind to get you to be as loud as possible. 

he throws both your thighs over his shoulders, pressing himself as close to your pussy as possible. his nose nudges against your clit as he slurps at honeyed folds. his tongue curls and lathers your slick onto his taste buds, and he hums at the taste of you.

“i can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me.” he grunts. 

he dives back in and begins to eat you out like a man starved because, in a way, he is one. 

“you’re so fucking good for me. tastes so fucking good.”

you’re a mess under him, writhing against the covers of the bed. heavy pants and slurred swears fall from your lips. they join the symphony of wet smacks emanating from jason to paint the air with obscenity. 

you truly tasted like heaven, making jason constantly moan and hum against your sex. the vibrations do little to help you keep your dignity, your whines only growing louder at the presence of them. 

there’s a rapidly coiling spring in your stomach, burning with the need to release. 

jason’s actions grow more and more sporadic. he switches from sucking at your clit, to dragging his tongue along your folds, to flicking his tongue in and out of you seemingly without any rhyme. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck please jason!” you call out his name in a broken cry. your mind feels as though it’s turned to mush, the onslaught of pleasure drowning out all of your sensibilities. 

he only works faster, lapping at your sex with all the ferocity that he could muster. your essence coated his mouth and chin, the way he was eating you out also made it spread along your inner thighs and splatter against the bedsheets. 

you can feel the slight stubble that jason is sporting, relishing in the way it scratches against your sensitive skin. you wish your hands were freed so that you could tug at jason’s raven locks. 

one of jason’s hands leaves its position from locking your legs on his shoulder to pull at the hood of your clit, exposing the bud to him once again. he reels back, collecting the salivation in his mouth and gathering it on his tongue before he spits onto your cunt. 

the saliva mixes with your wetness, soaking and dirtying your cunt even more. 

“so messy for me,” he huffs out proudly. his tongue lapped at his lips, collecting the sweetness that clung there.

he immediately goes back to devouring you, mouth hot against your sex. 

you’ve given up on being quiet long ago, your wanton noises filling up the room, bouncing off the walls and leaking into the hallways.

babbles and yelps, moans and cries and whines escape from out your throat, falling off the tip of your tongue and filling jason’s ears. 

you’re close to becoming undone, you can just feel it. your head feels thick- like there’s nothing but syrup flowing through it. there’s a static in your veins, overtaking your body and making you feel hot and fuzzy. your toes curl, your thighs closing in as best as they could in jason’s heavy grasp. 

“jay, jason” you mewl. “gon- m’close. mess!” you try to warn him, but you’re sure your message doesn’t do much to convey what was about to happen.

like a tidal wave, you’re swept up. the sensation overwhelming you as it takes over your body. your legs spasm as a pornographic moan climbs its way out of your throat. a jet of clear liquid shoots from your cunt, making a mess of the bed and jason. 

you can feel your blood thrum in your veins, feel your heart beating out of your chest. you can’t say you’ve ever came this hard before. you’ve never seen black stars dot your vision, or feel your limbs turn to useless jelly. you’ve never felt sparks- literal sparks- fizzle underneath your skin and make your brain go haywire.

distantly, you can feel jason continuing to lap and kiss your sex, and you squirm away from the overstimulating sensation.

you’re left panting on the bed in the aftermath, body worn out from the strength of your orgasm. 

jason uses his hand to wipe at his face, before licking the remnants of you off his palm and fingers. he chuckles at your state, fixing your dress and noting how your eyelids flutter. 

“did you enjoy that?” he asks softly, murmuring it into your hair before he plants a soft kiss.

you hum out, groggily nodding your head.

“good, because it won't be the last time.” he chuckles out. “thanks for the birthday gift, princess.”

he tucks you in, wishing you a goodnight as he watches your heavy lids finally close. 

after he’s sure you’re sound asleep, he heads into the conjoined bathroom, washing his face before grabbing a towel and dampening it. he heads back out to you, cleaning you up before stripping you of your dress. he replaces it with his own shirt, the cotton much more comfortable than what you had previously been wearing. 

he looks down at you, an endearing look washing over his face as he rakes over your form. you looked so peaceful, your chest rising and falling softly, your face decorated with a soft smile. he climbs into bed beside you, turning on his side and pulling you into his bare chest.

“it seems that master todd is all grown up.” alfred jests, placing the plate of cookies on the dinner table.

“too grown up for me.” bruce grimaces, sipping his cup of coffee.

tim shudders in his seat, his lips curved into a deep frown. “i guess now we know not to invite him over on his birthday.”

barbara laughs, seemingly the only person still in a good mood after being subjected to the cacophony of lust. “i think that was his plan all along. did you guys not see his look during dinner?”

dick nods. “i saw it. he’s so evil.” the oldest robin laments before shoving another cookie into his mouth.

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