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Alright, this is gonna be the first thing I write, and I really hope I don’t delete it later lol.

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☆Hey there!☆

I’m Mía, but my friends call me Yumi (and no, it’s not because of the gummy bears 🤭).

☆ A little about me:

I’m from Argentina 🇦🇷 (shoutout to asado for being the absolute best food in my country ✨)

My birthday is May 18th, and I’m a proud Taurus ♉️

I’m obsessed with spirituality and astrology (even though I’m still a baby witch 😭). I might still be learning, but I know a lot about it lol.

I have 7 cats, a turtle, and a dog, all of whom I love and adore so much ♡♡♡.

☆ Things I love:

Hobbies? I LOVE makeup—doing my own and also doing it for others (my mom is my go-to model 🤭). I also enjoy drawing and listening to music.

Celebrity crushes? Mainly Jensen Ackles, Taron Egerton, and Jacob Elordi…but trust me, I have way more.

Music? Lana Del Rey, Billie Eilish, Charli XCX, Sabrina Carpenter… but honestly, I’ll vibe with anything that slaps.

Movies? Horror is my everything—especially Scream 🫦.

Shows? Supernatural, Suits, and probably 100 others I can’t remember because my memory sucks.

Favorite colors? Definitely wine red, cherry red and black. No shocker there.

☆ Daily chaos:

I’m definitely not an active person—I’m super lazy. At the same time, I’m like a night owl. I basically sleep during the day and stay up all night because I love going to bed late (I probably sleep like two or three hours a day…). I don’t do much aside from sleeping—or not sleeping—I spend most of my time scrolling on TikTok and Instagram or watching endless shows and movies (yes, I know, I’m a mess).

I think that’s all for now! Hope you enjoyed this, and feel free to ask me anything or whatever.

• mia.guw on Ig♡ • nanyu.__ on tik tok♡

𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 ♡

The argument had been stupid. Something about you riding out alone again, him barking that it was too dangerous, you snapping back that you could handle yourself. Voices raised in the dim lamplight of the tent, tension crackling like dry kindling until Arthur finally grabbed his hat and stormed off to cool down by the river.

An hour later he returned, boots heavy on the grass, shoulders still tight. You were waiting, arms crossed, but the second his eyes met yours the fight drained out of both of you. He didn’t say sorry with words. Instead he crossed the space in two strides, large hands cupping your face as he kissed you hard—angry and hungry all at once, tongue sliding against yours like he needed to claim every inch you’d denied him during the spat.

"Damn you" he growled against your mouth, voice low and rough. "Can't stay mad when you look at me like that."

Clothes came off in a rush. His black shirt hit the ground, then yours. Arthur’s calloused palms dragged down your body, squeezing your hips, pulling you flush against the hard line of his cock already straining in his pants. He walked you backward until your legs hit the cot, then pushed you down gently despite the heat in his eyes.

He dropped to his knees, yanking your thighs apart. That first slow lick up your center had your back arching—broad, wet tongue flattening against your clit before he sucked it between his lips with a filthy groan. He ate you like a starving man, two thick fingers curling inside you while he licked and sucked, beard scraping deliciously against your sensitive skin. Every moan you gave him made him growl louder, the vibrations shooting straight through you.

"Arthur—fuck—" you gasped, fingers fisting in his hair.

He didn’t stop until your thighs were shaking around his ears and you came hard on his tongue, slick coating his chin. Only then did he rise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark with lust. He freed his cock—thick, flushed, leaking at the tip—and stroked it once, twice, watching you spread your legs wider for him.

"C'mere" he muttered, pulling you to the edge of the cot. He hooked your legs over his hips and pushed in with one deep thrust, stretching you open. The stretch burned so good after the argument, both of you still buzzing with leftover adrenaline. Arthur set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping forward, the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet tent.

You clawed at his back, nails digging into scarred muscle as he fucked you harder, deeper, the cot creaking dangerously beneath you. Every angry, desperate stroke hit that perfect spot until you were clenching around him again, crying out his name. Arthur followed right after with a guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt as he came, pulsing hot inside you.

He collapsed half on top of you afterward, sweaty and breathing hard, pressing lazy kisses to your neck and collarbone. His voice was softer now, almost sheepish.

"Sorry I yelled, darlin'..."

You laughed breathlessly and tugged his hair. “Make it up to me again in the morning.”

Arthur’s low chuckle vibrated against your skin. "Yes ma'am"

He stayed buried inside you, arms wrapped tight, both of you drifting off still tangled together—argument long forgotten.

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𝑭𝑩𝑰!𝑫𝒆𝒙 𝑵𝒔𝒇𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ☆

☆ Dex maintains obsessive control at the FBI, but privately he longs to be managed. The relief of surrendering to the person he trusts most is addictive for him.

☆ He likes being marked (bites, hickeys, and even the marks of your nails on his back) under his immaculate suit. He touches it in the mirror afterward with a secret little smile.

☆He gets turned on when you watch him while you ride him. He LOVES it. Maintaining eye contact while he obeys makes him blush and become more desperate.

☆He's very sensitive on his neck and ears. A gentle bite there and he lets out an embarrassed moan that he tries (and fails) to hide.

☆I'm 100% SURE he has a voice fetish. Whispers near his ear, a "don't move" or a compliment, like, "good boy," instantly gets him hard. Sometimes he touches himself just remembering your voice telling him he's good.

☆After a stressful day, he appears quiet and leans against you, seeking comfort. A simple "you did well, Dex" disarms him.

☆In aftercare he becomes clingy and quiet, hugging you tightly as if he never wants to let you go (Because after all, he doesn't want to do it).

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This is another draft I had, I hope yall like it 💗💗 btw, the requests are open. ^^

Jason Todd NSFW headcanons

Oral fixation: Jason’s mouth is filthy in every sense. He eats pussy like a starving man. He is messy, greedy, holding your thighs open while he works you over until you’re shaking. He loves making you come on his tongue multiple times before he even thinks about fucking you. On the other side, he’s weak for blowjobs. The sight of you on your knees with his cock down your throat makes him lose composure fast. He’ll grip your hair and fuck your face, but he always checks in.

Size kink + strength kink: He’s big, tall, broad, muscular from years of fighting. He gets off on how easily he can lift you, fold you in half, or fuck you against a wall without breaking a sweat. Expect a lot of “Look at you, taking all of me” talk while he presses a hand to the bulge in your stomach. He loves it when you’re smaller than him.

Kinks he has: breeding kink, light bondage (he uses his belt or his hands), spanking and dirty talk.

I feel that he has his vulnerable moments though, like, I know he CRAVES intimacy under all that roughness. Slow, deep, face-to-face sex where he can watch your expressions and kiss you the whole time hits different for him. He’ll bury his face in your neck and let out broken moans when he’s close.