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stargirlfics · 2 months ago

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sweet as silk, just like lavender

Alfred Pennyworth can’t keep his hands off you even if he tried

1.3k words - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: semi-public sexual acts, exhibitionism

from this ask prompt: alfred being obsessed with having his fingers inside you at all times

He always had you so eager for these moments, even if you were shy to admit it, Alfred could always tell by the way you melted into the flex and curl of his fingers buried between shaking legs, that you loved this just as much as he did.

Muffled moans and the hushed curses that leave your parted mouth are just encouragement, the loveliest kind of reward for a man so enraptured by the way his fingers filled you this perfectly.

It’s like you were made for him and must be why he can’t ever get enough.

Always left aching with need at the thought of watching you unravel before him, sweet and sticky folds parting for a thick middle finger because he was far from undisciplined in taking the time to stretch you out, he liked to be thorough with you.

And judging by the way you were already grinding your hips into the pump of his forearm, the slick mess from your pussy leaking around his knuckles, Alfred thought maybe he could fit in a third after all.

“Please! Feels so good, oh god…” You’re pleading, unable to keep your body from chasing after his touch, desperate for more but also painfully aware of where you were.

You were supposed to be keeping quiet, had promised you’d behave and not draw attention to the creaking wood of the reading bench tucked in this quiet section of Wayne Manor’s library.

It was just impossible to do so when he leaned in like he was doing now to hush your cries with his free hand.

“Oh fuck…look at you. So gorgeous when you do that.” He groans when your tongue suctions to the two fingers keeping your mouth occupied, pleased by the frantic little whimpers he could still hear in your throat.

It makes him throb when he glances down to watch where your pretty, greedy cunt is taking what he was giving, gripping him so tight he doesn’t think he can stop.

He’d never want to either, not when you look up at him with glossy eyes that begged for the release so close to crashing down over you now.

You were addictive in every sense.

The first time Alfred remembers doing this together in precarious places it was his office at work, the memory making him smile.

It was his fault for getting you so worked up throughout the day, he could say that, but then there was one too many heavy looks exchanged, your enticing voice in his ear asking him to touch you and suddenly he was doing exactly that, nevermind locking the door properly.

He had you on your hands and knees that time, right there on the sofa across from his desk, being only slightly firm with his tone when he scolded you for driving him crazy but really he wasted little time before his silver beard was tickling your thighs as he tasted you and teased your clit at the same time.

“You’re all I think about, you know that darling?”

Rumpled waistcoat’s and ties be damned when you were bared for him, the urge to devour and savor, to give and push you was too compelling. He knew right then and there that you could reach back and grab his hair and he wouldn’t mind if you tousled it.

How could he when he’d finally slid a finger inside and watched your lashes flutter, the quiver of your shoulders, that lovely little gasp and all the moans that followed.

No, he didn’t mind one bit, it was perfect, he even had to retrieve your underwear from between the cushions afterwards.

You’re a bit less concerned about getting caught than he is but he thinks that’s part of why he loves getting you off like this, the thrill is exciting.

It makes his heart swell and his cock harden that you trust and desire him so much to let him keep you teetering on the edge for however long he wanted to keep you there and then hearing you beg like that, he wanted to earn every praise and cry for more.

You always listened so well too, determined to be rewarded with a ride on his fingers, reminiscent of that time in his car where he’d made such a mess of you.

The windows were just beginning to fog when he pulled away from a heated kiss to reach over the console, curious hands roaming underneath clothes.

Until he was touching the soft velvet that was you, moving back in for another embrace with a growl on his lips that you swallowed without hesitation.

“What am I gonna do with you, hmm? Feels like you’re about to come all over my hand and I’ve barely started.”

You answered with a whine then, needing to grab his shoulder to steady yourself the tighter the tension inside you swirled until he was withdrawing his touch to taste your very essence off his fingers, uninterested in keeping you waiting any longer.

Even in the awkward confines of a car he could curl his fingers just right, nudging against that sweet, spongey spot that made you melt into pieces, the pleasure climbing with each slow and measured push of his wrist.

Alfred could be so gentle but intense, nearly overwhelming you with bliss and leaving you happy and hazy for hours after and nothing short of that was acceptable for him.

He’d spend hours like that if he could.

It’s why he’s got your legs pushed back almost to your chest in this private corner of the library now, your t-shirt bunched around your waist and presently what he was using as leverage to rock you back into his thrusts.

“Think you’re ready, love?”

“Yes, fuck yes please. I want it…want you so bad, Alfred.”

The way you say his name cracks something open in him and he’s fitting a third finger next to the two already filling you to the brim.

Pulsing and warm, the added stretch has you covering your mouth to stifle the noise threatening to rip loose from your chest but the ache of pleasure just seemed to grow spreading from your center to the tips of your pointed toes.

“That’s it, there you are such a sweet little thing. Mmm, I’m proud of you, darling.” Alfred coos against the inside of your knee.

He can’t help but swell with pride, his eyes trying to commit the sight of you to memory.

Dew beading up on your pretty, bronze skin and the taut tremble of your muscles as he picks up pace just a little, striving to make your head fall back against the stained glass window above you.

In his mind you deserve to be immortalized in the glass too, the vision that you are.

His forearm braces when you jolt into his touch, fingers pushing a little deeper and keeping that relentless pressure against your walls while his thumb rubbed soothingly over your clit, again and again.

“Ohh thank you, I’m-shit I think I’m-“ You’re trying to warn him, caught off guard by the sudden grip around your hips with his other hand, effectively keeping you in place.

He doesn’t have to say a word, knows you’ll be dripping down his palm any second now as your head tips back and exposes your neck, pulse beating wildly.

You let yourself float away, leaning into everything you were feeling and letting go like he would want you to do, your lips meeting his again in a fiery heat, a passion so white hot you want to scream from how it makes your nerves tingle.

But Alfred is right there to hold you together as you fall apart and he’s all you see when the pleasure begins to ebb and the warm comedown washes over you. Just like always.

It’s delicious and delectably filthy and neither of you wanted it any other way.

Forever thinking about being in compromising positions with that old man! This was fun to write and I hope you enjoyed! Also listened to DRIP by EVAN GIIA while writing this/brainstorming for this, the title comes from the lyrics and now I’m gonna go look at pics of Andy Serkis hands, do not disturb lmao

Thank you for reading 🫶🏾

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viceofdionysus · 6 months ago

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Watermelon Moonshine

Arthur Morgan x F!reader

Word Count: 6.3k Rating: 18+

Summary: When Arthur finally finds the courage to ask his crush out, the evening goes better than he ever could have imagined. Especially with a little help from Peterson's famous Watermelon Moonshine.

Contains: Drinking, teasing, hair tugging, making out, dirty talk, fngering, PiV (unprotected), biting, multiple orgasms, wrist holding, manhandling, one ass slap, cumming inside.

A/N: This was heavily inspired by Lainey Wilson's song Watermelon Moonshine. Divider is from @saradika-graphics

After a several sharply cool days, the morning dawns with the soft promise of spring. You step outside your bungalow door and tilt your face up to the early morning sky. It's still cool, but the weatherman is calling for it to warm up. Abigail calls out a welcome from the neighboring bungalow and you return it with a smile. She hoists Jack onto her hip and starts up the path that leads to the big house. John comes out a few minutes later, heading in the opposite direction. You take one more deep breath and the head off in the same direction. While John continues on the path, you take the diverging path to the barn.

You press the side door open and step into the cool dark. A norse nickers softly as the door shuts behind you. The scents of hay and dust swirls around you, undercut with new leather. You breathe deeply, letting the smells settle in your nose. The dirt under your feet is hard packed from years of treading over it. You bid good morning to each horse as you pass their stall and each greets you in their own way.

In the early morning quiet, you work peacefully, parceling out food and water for each horse. As they crunch through their feed, you cross to the front of the bar and unlock the double doors. You roll one back and then the other and then take a moment to stand in the open and take a deep breath. The mountain air fills your lungs as it dances playfully past you. There's a joyful whiny from behind you as the breeze reaches the horses. You turn and find Merlin, the youngest of the horses, prancing in anticipation in his stall.

“Alright boy, I'm coming.” You laugh at his antics.

One by one you let the horses out and they make their way to the paddock. You follow them out, watching them closely for any potential issues. You make a mental note that Old Boy is ready for new shoes. At the doors, you take a minute to watch them roam the paddock. The Count leads them, regal and proud, the rest of the horses falling in behind him.

After your moment, you turn back to the barn and square your shoulders. The rest of your chores are less demanding, but no less important.

🐎

Arthur leans against the section of fence he's just finished pounding in and takes a sip of water. The clouds have burned off and the sun is relentless in its gaze. He takes a moment to consider and then peels his shirt off. The fabric clings briefly to his sweat soaked shoulders before it pulls loose. He tosses it in the general direction of his toolbag, unconcerned with where it lands. As he turns he hears the bright sound of laughter and turns towards it instead. When he spots you, he feels the same clutch in his belly that he always feels at the sight of you.

He watches you lead a lean horse around the paddock, laughing as it tries to stick its head in your various pockets. He’s too far away to hear what you say, but he watches the way your mouth moves, pulling into a smile at the end. The horse shakes its head at you, but seems to resign itself to not getting treats. He smiles at the scene, so distracted that he doesn’t hear the approaching footsteps.

“Well now, that is quite the pretty sight.”

Arthur startles and whips around. He levels a glare at John and sneers. “And what is it you want?”

“Finished my side,” John grins, “Figured I’d come see if you need any help, seeing as you’re so old.”

“If I’m so old, how is it that I've finished two and half sides in the time it took you to do one?”

John shrugs, mischievous glint in his dark eyes, “Maybe you’re rushing, trying to get done so you can go talk to the Horse Mistress.”

Arthur flushes, heat rising rapidly to his cheeks. “M’not rushing.” He leans over and shoves John, but John just laughs. “Go start over there.” Arthur points.

He sees John consider picking at him some more, but then he just shrugs and swaggers over to where Arthur pointed. Arthur turns his attention back to the section he was working on and tries to put you out of his mind. It works for a little bit, but then he hears you laugh again. The hammer that he was midswing with misses the nail, but not his thumb. He drops the hammer with a swear and pulls off his work glove. It’s a little red, but it doesn’t look like there’s anything broken.

“Distracted Arthur?” John calls.

“Shut up.” Arthur grumbles, but not loud enough for John to hear. He looks up and meets your gaze. He can’t tell what your expression is, but he hopes it might be worried. He raises his uninjured hand in a wave. You wave back and then turn back to the horse.

“Oh, you’ve got it bad.” John sing-songs.

Arthur turns around and offers a very different hand gesture to John.

“You should ask her out.”

Arthur ignores him, turning back to the fence, until he feels a hand on his shoulder. He sighs and turns to look at John. John meets his gaze and offers a crooked smile.

“C'mon, Arthur, ask her out. You deserve to have some fun.” He says softly.

Arthur shakes his head and John frowns.

“I,” Arthur stops himself and reconsiders, “She wouldn't want to go out with me.”

“How do you know that if you haven't asked her?” When Arthur remains silent, John shakes his head, “And you say I’m the stupid one.”

Arthur lashes out, quick as a viper, and wraps an arm around John’s neck. He drags him down and gives him a noogie, “That’s because there ain’t nothing but pebbles rattling around up here.”

John laughs and tries to wiggle free, but Arthur’s grip on him is firm. John wriggles again and it quickly devolves into a good natured wrestling match.

As you take the bridle off of Freya, movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention. You turn in time to see Arthur pull John down and rub his knuckles over John’s head. You laugh to yourself and shake your head. For all that they deny they’re brothers, they act more like it than some blood siblings you’ve known. Freya trots off as you lean against the fence, watching them wrestle. John manages to slip loose and dances a few steps back, his mouth already running. You can’t hear what they’re saying from here, but knowing John, it’s something that’ll get him in trouble. He’s still yapping when Arthur bum-rushes him, taking them both to the ground. Arthur makes quick work of it, pinning John with a knee between his shoulder blades. Suddenly your mouth is dry and your imagination is running rampant.

Before you can get too distracted by images of Arthur pinning you down, there’s a nudge at your side. When you look over, Freya is looking back at you. You nod, at a loss for words, and walk her back to the barn. If you stop and steal another glance over your shoulder, that’s no one else’s business, but your own.

Freya trots into her stall and then looks at you expectantly. You laugh at her and go to retrieve the grooming tools.

“You’re such a primadonna.” You tell her when you return.

She just snorts at you and tosses her head. You offer her an apple before stepping into the stall with her. While she’s happily crunching away, you set to work. It’s good methodical work for letting your mind wander. Unfortunately your mind wanders right back to Arthur.

“Oh alright.” You sigh and let your mind indulge.

You work intently, curry combing and brushing Freya’s sides before moving on to pick her hooves. She stands calmly for you, letting you work without issue. When the door to the barn opens, your fingers are wrapped in her mane, braiding the hair tightly.

“Just a second.”

You finish the braid and tie it off. You look up and feel your thoughts scramble.

“Arthur, hi,” You manage.

“Ma’am.” He answers, “Dutch said that you had something for me to look at?”

“Yes! Of course.” You step out of Freya's stall, shutting the door behind you, “Right over here.”

Arthur looks up in time to see you walk away. He tracks the movement carefully, committing it to memory. He looks up and meets your eyes.

“Sorry.”

“No worries. I saw you working out in the sun earlier, you must be exhausted.” You hesitate, “This doesn’t have to be done today, it can wait.”

“No ma’am.” Arthur answers instantly, then rubs a hand over the back of his neck, “It’s just…it’s better to take care of it now.”

“Okay. It’s these stalls here, the dividing wall is starting to lean.”

Arthur walks over and stands next to you. He looks at the wall and the steps into the stall and squats to get a better look.

“I should be able to get this fixed up today. No problem.”

“That’s great news! We have some new horses coming next week and I wasn’t sure where to put them.”

Arthur watches you smile and idly thinks it's the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Do you want to go out with me?” The words are out before he even has a chance to think about them. He’s stuck between wanting to take them back and wanting to hear your answer.

“I’d love to.” You bite your lip, “When, where?”

He has no idea, and he’s saved from answering by the door banging open. John stumbles in and shoots you a boyish grin.

“Hey Arthur! Need a hand?”

“No, I got it.” Arthur grumbles, “Go be unhelpful somewhere else.”

John offers a half hearted salute and bangs his way back out of the barn. You glance over at Arthur and laugh at his perturbed expression.

“Where were we?” You ask, “Oh yeah, you were asking me out.”

Arthur blushes and ducks his head, “Well now.”

A bold feeling takes over your mouth, “I already said yes, Arthur. You figure out where we’re going and you let me know. Now, I’ve got to get a move on, Jack's got a riding lesson today.”

He watches you walk away and shoots to his feet.

“Five o’clock, I’ll pick you up.” He calls.

You look over your shoulder and nod, “I’m looking forward to it.”

The door swings closed behind you and he leans heavily agaisnt the wall.

“Well shit.” Now that he's followed his impluse, he has no idea what to do next.

🐎

“No.”

“Please!”

“I'm too busy for this nonsense Arthur. You asked her out, you figure it out.”

“Mrs. Grimshaw.” He waits until she turns towards him, then he pulls out the puppy dog eyes she can't resist. “Please.”

She hurumphs and spins on her heel, “Wait here and do not touch anything.”

Arthur slides his hands in his pockets and glances at the clock. He can just squeeze in a shower, but he'll have to skip the shave. Tilly breezes into the room and smiles.

“Well hey, Arthur. Rumor has it you finally bucked up and asked our horse mistress out.”

“Yeah.”

Tilly nods, “Good. You won me $20.”

Arthur laughs, “Glad I could help.”

Tilly plants her hands on her hips and looks him up and down, “That what you're wearing?”

He shakes his head, “No.”

“What are you wearing then?”

“I don't know?”

She shakes her head, “You should wear the blue shirt, the one you wore to the wedding. She liked you in that.”

Arthur perks up, “She did?”

But Tilly's already across the room. “I hear Mrs. Grimshaw, I gotta skedaddle.”

She slips out one door as Mrs. Grimshaw comes in the other. A picnic basket swings from one hand. She marches over to Arthur and thrusts it at him.

“You treat that girl nicely tonight,” she pokes him in the chest, “And you let yourself have some fun. Now get outta my way.”

“Yes ma'am!” He doesn't have to be told twice.

She plants her hands on her hips and watches him dash out of the house. She rolls her eyes and turns to where Dutch is standing at the foot of the stairs.

“Word is Arthur has a date.” He says.

“Word would be correct. It's about time, I was starting to think I'd be gone and buried by the time he plucked up the nerve to ask her out.”

Dutch just laughs, “We'da hassled him into it long before that, but I'm glad he came to it on his own. Come on Susan, let's have a drink in honor of our boy.”

While Arthur sprints back to his bungalow, picnic basket in tow, you're pacing your small bedroom.

“I said yes! Why did I say yes?”

“Because you've been saying yes to that man since you got here.” Abigail answers from your closet.

You sink onto your bed, head in your hands. “What am I going to wear? Where are we going? What if we don't have anything to talk about? What if I make a fool of myself?”

Abigail leans back to look at you past the closet door, leveling a stern look at you. “You aren't going to make a fool of yourself. You and Arthur will have plenty to talk about. You're not going to worry about where you're going. And you're going to wear this.”

She steps back from the closet, a few clothes draped over her arm. She drops them in your arms and nods with satisfaction.

“I happen to know that he loves when you wear that color.”

“Yeah?” A soft feeling wraps around your heart, “I’m really overthinking this aren’t I?”

Abigail laughs, “Yeah, but if it makes you feel better, so is he.”

“That does help.” You sigh and smile, “I just really want this to go well.”

“It will.” Abigail sits next to you, “Tonight is going to be great.”

You lean your head on her and take a soothing breath. She wraps an arm around you and tugs you closer.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. You can babysit Jack next time I manage to talk John into a date.”

“I’d love to.”

Abigail looks down at her watch and pushes to her feet. “C’mon, you gotta get ready! Go shower while I look through your accessories.”

“Alright, alright, I’m going!” You laugh and leave her to it.

When you come back into the bedroom after your shower, there’s a few accessories waiting for you on the edge of your dresser. Wear these and have fun!, the little with them says. You smile and start getting dressed. You finish just as there’s a knock on the door. Taking a deep breath, you turn and look in the mirror and then give yourself a nod.

You cross the small bungalow to the front door and pause. You take another deep breath and then open the door. Arthur stands on the other side, a bouquet of wildflowers in his hand. You feel yourself go soft at the sight of him.

“Hi.” You say, feeling your face warm.

“Hey.” He answers. His eyes flick down to the flowers and he raises them quickly, “I didn’t have time to get you a real bouquet, but I saw these flowers by my bungalow and I thought they looked nice.”

“They’re beautiful.” You take them from him and smile, “Let me put them in some water real quick. Come on in.”

He follows you and shuts the door behind him. He looks around the bungalow and notes how you’ve decorated it and made the space feel like you. His eye catches on an art print on the wall and he walks over to it. He takes it in, appreciating the lines and the colors.

“That was a housewarming present when I got the job here.” You say, “I love looking at it.”

“It’s beautiful work.”

“You do some art yourself, don’t you?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “Rough sketches mostly.” His mind wanders to the pages filled with your face, the studies he’s done of your various expressions. Idly, he wonders if you would sit for a full portrait for him.

“I’m sure they’re great. I saw you sketching Jack and Merlin the other day.”

Arthur chuckles at the memory, “Yeah, they were having so much fun. It was a great moment to sketch.”

“You’re sweet with him.”

“Ah, he’s a good kid. His father’s a bit of a dumbass, but he’s trying.” Arthur shakes his head, “Are you ready?”

“I am.”

You take his offered hand and cross the short distance to the door. Arthur looks over as you open it and sees the flowers in a little vase, centered on the kitchen island. He smiles, knowing you’ll see them there and think of him.

Outside he leads you to his truck and opens the door for you. He shuts it and circles around to slide into the driver’s seat.

“Where are we going?” You ask as he starts the truck.

“It’s a surprise.” He shoots you a grin and you smile in response.

“Alright, Mr. Morgan, but I’m trusting you.”

He turns left on the dirt road that runs past the farm, and takes you closer to the mountains. You watch the scenery pass for a few miles before shifting your gaze to track over Arthur’s form. He’s wearing the shirt that you like so much. Your eyes trail over his shoulders, appreciating the way he fills out the shirt. He flexes as he adjusts and your mouth waters as the material pulls tight across his bicep. He looks over at you and his brow wrinkles in concern.

“You alright? Do we need to turn around?”

“No!” You clear your throat, “No, sorry, just lost in thought for a minute. I’m okay.” His concern doesn’t seem to lessen, so you reach over and grip his bicep, “I’m really okay.”

“Alright then. We’re almost there anyway.”

And true to his word, a few minutes later, he pulls off the road and onto a small side road. The truck bumps down the road for a bit before Arthur turns off into the brush. He drives for a few more minutes and then you gasp. A beautiful pond comes into view, edged by a pretty meadow.

“Oh Arthur! This is amazing.”

He smiles, pleased by your reaction, “I found it a few weeks ago. I wanted to come up and sketch, but I haven’t had the time.”

He hops out of his side and quickly makes his way around to open your door. When you start to get out, he grabs your waist and lifts, his muscles flexing deliciously. When he sets you back on your feet, you grin at him, feeling a little distracted by the feeling of his hands on you.

“Thank you.” You said, suddenly feeling a little bashful.

“Course.” He smiles down at you, “Let me grab the basket.”

You offer to help him carry the picnic basket and he shakes his head adamantly, “No ma’am. Mrs. Grimshaw would have my hide if I had you carry something.”

“She doesn’t have to know.”

“She always knows.” Arthur answers, “Always.”

You laugh, the sound ringing pleasantly through the meadow. Arthur crooks his arm and you slide yours through it. He guides you through the meadow to the base of a beautiful weeping willow, her branches reaching down gracefully. He sets the basket down at his feet and snaps the blanket open. He adjusts it after it falls and then moves the basket to anchor one corner. He looks over at you and offers his hand. Smiling, you accept and let him help you onto the blanket. Arthur holds your hand as you lower to the ground, helping steady you before sinking down next to you.

“Is this okay?” He asks softly.

“It’s great.” You answer, “You did good Arthur.”

A pleased smile crosses his face, “Good. I’m glad you like it.”

There’s a sparse few inches of charged space between you and Arthur. You shift towards him, feeling like a moth to the flame. He shifts closer, closing the space even more. You meet his eyes and see something flash through them before he clears his throat and pulls away.

“Mrs. Grimshaw packed us a picnic.”

“Well, let’s see what she packed us.”

Arthur reaches past you and snags the basket. He’s so close you can feel the warmth pouring off him. It’s tempting to lean in, but you remind yourself that the way to calm a horse is to let it come to you. He settles next to you, the basket in his lap. He flips the lid open and pulls out the container on top.

“Fruit.” He sets it on the blanket and pulls out the next one, “Cheese. Vegetables. Chicken Salad sandwiches. And,” He pauses, his brow furrowed.

“What is it?”

Gently Arthur extracts the mason jar from the basket, “Peterson’s famous Watermelon Moonshine.”

The light reflects a faint pink from the jar as you look at it. Slowly you raise your eyes to meet Arthur’s.

“Well, she certainly wants us to have fun tonight.” You say and see Arthur smile.

You reach out for the jar and Arthur hands it over easily. Slowly, you roll it between your hands, watching him.

“What are you thinking Arthur?”

He hesitates and then decides to stop reigning himself in, “I’m thinking how pretty you look and how I should have asked you out a lot sooner.”

“Well.” You shift towards him, “We’re here now.”

Keeping your gaze steady, you reach past him and snag one of the containers. You draw back past him, brushing your arm over his bicep. You hear his deep, unsteady breath at the contact and barely manage to keep from smiling.

“This fruit looks amazing. So…juicy.”

He tracks your movements as you select a piece of fruit and bite into it. Your moan has him feeling hot under the collar.

“What’s the matter, Arthur? Aren’t you hungry?”

“Darlin.” He’s not sure if he’s warning you or pleading with you.

You bite your lip even as you smile, “Do you want me to stop?”

“Yes. No. Dammit.” He frowns at you, “I can't think straight when I'm around you.”

“Okay,” You smile at him. He watches as you scoot around to face him, your knees bumping his, “Let's do this.”

“Do what?”

“Ask me whatever you want to know and I'll do the same, but we drink for every question we ask.”

He grins, “You sure?”

“Absolutely,” You shoot him a wink. “Hit me with your best shot.”

He ponders for a moment, the silence stretching easily between you.

“Alright, I got one.”

“Fire away, cowboy.”

“Why'd you say yes?”

“Because I've been stupid about you since I got here. I remember getting out of the truck that very first morning and you were carrying lumber and berating John about something.” You smile at the memory. “You were so exactly like I'd imagine cowboys to be. Tall and broad and handsome.”

He ducks his head, but you can still see him watching out of the corner of his eye. He sips the moonshine before looking back at you. You motion for the jar and he hands it over easily.

“Why'd you ask?” You ask and then sip. The alcohol burns sweetly down your throat.

Arthur takes a moment, his thoughts tumbling over themselves. “Because I saw you that first morning and it was like watching the sunrise after a long night.”

“Arthur.” You sigh.

He flushes and looks away, “Well, you know, since we’re being truthful.”

You wait him out, until he turns back towards you. You hold your hand out to him and he takes it, curling your hand into his larger one.

“Got another question?” You offer him the jar with your other hand.

He keeps his eyes on your face as he lowers his mouth to the jar and drinks. You feel the heat spike in your core.

“Why horses?” He asks, his tongue darting out to collect the droplets of moonshine on his lips.

“They’re majestic and wild, even when they’re tame. And they’re so good at picking up on who we are as people. If a horse likes a person, I know I can trust them. Your horse, for example, you adore her and she adores you.”

“Ah, she’s a good girl. Best horse I’ve ever had.”

“The love shows. She would follow you into hell if you asked her to.”

“She’s fond of you too. I’ve never seen her take to one of our horse handlers like she has with you.” He gently nudges the jar back to you.

You take it, and ask your next question. It goes like that for a while, passing the jar, answering questions, taking your pick of the food. But then you take the half empty jar from him and ponder your next question. You take a drink, deeper than before, and let the alcohol sit on your tongue before swallowing.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“Yes.” He looks almost surprised by how fast he answers.

You take another sip and then set the jar aside. Arthur watches as you shift to your knees, your hands slowly sliding up your sides. Awareness settles sharply between you and him as you wait. You think for a moment, he's not going to take the offering, but then he shifts forwards and his hands splay wide over your hips. Carefully, he drags you forward until you can straddle his legs. He reaches one hand up and gently traces the lines of your face, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.

“Arthur.” You whisper.

“You're absolutely incredible, you know?” He answers, “The Greeks couldn't have done better.”

And then he kisses you. He starts softly, teasing your lips gently, pulling back and dipping carefully back in. His hands slide into your back pockets and he gently kneads your ass. Your hands come to his shoulders, his shirt soft beneath them. He finally pulls back enough to break the kiss and you can hear the ragged edges of his breath. He rubs his cheek over yours softly before kissing the spot beneath your ear.

“Absolutely magnificent.” He whispers in your ear.

He doesn't give you a chance to respond before he's diving back in. He draws you deeper this time, kissing you until you can't tell where you end and he begins. His hands are firm on your ass, giving you nowhere to go but further into him.

Slowly, one of his hands slips out of your pocket and his fingertips trace up your spine. He swallows your moan with a smile. His hand wraps around the base of your neck and gently he pulls you even deeper.

You respond with a slow roll of your hips, pressing down against the hardening outline in his jeans. He groans against your lips, so you do it again. Even your best fantasies have never come close to sounding as good as he does right now. Without realizing it, your hands sink into his hair and grips gently. Easily, you tug at his hair. He moans, low and long, at the sensation.

He sucks your bottom lip and gently sinks his teeth into it until he hears you moan. Your hips move against him, his bucking up in response. You tug his hair again, a little more firmly, and he presses his aching bulge against your clothed core.

At your whine, he shifts up to his knees. His mouth continues to explore yours as he raises you up. His muscles flex beneath you as he gently lowers you to the blanket. He pulls back and raises back to his knees to look at you.

“Now that's what I'd call a feast.”

You shiver under his gaze, feeling for a moment like a lamb being surveyed by a wolf. He lowers himself slowly, pressing against every inch of you until he's face to face with you again.

“Arthur.” You say softly.

His eyes trace over your face, taking in your kiss swollen lips and heavy eyelids.

“Got a question for you, darlin.” He keeps his eyes on your face, “You want me to eat that pussy?”

Warmth blooms over your face even as electricity jolts through you.

You think about it. His mouth on your pussy, his tongue doing amazing things with your clit. It's a beautiful thought and one you'd like to think about more.

“Darlin?” He asks, drawing you back from your thoughts.

“Not tonight, but I'll put your mouth to use soon enough.”

He grins down at you and then kisses you. It's hard to tell if it's Arthur or the moonshine that has your chest feeling warm, but the answering heat in your core is all Arthur. Above you, he shifts his weight to one elbow and traces his fingertips down your body with the other. When he reaches your breast, he pauses to cup it, to tease your nipple through the fabric. Your whine has him smiling and he continues on. He pauses again at your waistband, teasing the skin there gently.

“Arthur!” He chuckles and pops open the button.

The sound of your zipper seems loud in the clearing, but maybe that's because everything else seems to have fallen silent. You're distracted from that thought by Arthur fingers sliding into your underwear. He parts your lips gently and slowly strokes through them.

“This all for me darlin?”

“Yes.” His finger sinks into your aching pussy, “Arthur!”

He smirks and withdrawals his hand from your underwear. He sucks his finger into his mouth and moans at the taste of you.

“Darlin, you're the best thing I've ever tasted.”

His hands come to the edge of your jeans, the fingers curling under. He looks up at you, his eyes questioning. At your nod, he tugs your jeans and underwear down to your ankles in a smooth motion. He leaves them tangled around your ankles and lifts your legs. You let your legs fall open to accommodate his broad frame.

He keeps his gaze on your face as he unzips his jeans. Your eyes flick down and watch as he shoves his jeans down, his cock springs free. Your core pulses at the sight of it as your mouth waters. He lets his cock rest on your stomach for a moment, letting you feel the weight of him, before he shifts forward. He takes your mouth in a flash of lust. Gently he bites your bottom lip and revels in your answering moan. Without thinking about it, he ruts against your stomach, the length of him dragging across your sensitive skin.

“Arthur! Please!”

Arthur stops and pants over you for a moment before he draws back. He slides his hands under your thighs and lifts your legs higher around his waist. You let your tangled ankles come to rest against his back. He watches you as he slides his cock through your folds, collecting your wetness.

He leans forward and cups your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek. You meet his gaze, his blue eyes heavy lidded.

“You ready darlin?”

“Arthur, I've never been more ready for anything in my life.”

He chuckles and shifts his weight backwards. Gently he nudges your opening with the head of his cock. He listens to your quiet moan with a smirk. Your eyes slid closed as pleasure sings across your senses.

“Eyes on me darlin.” He says.Your eyes snap back open, meeting his.

Slowly, he presses forward, your wet heat pulling him in.

“Darlin.” He groans, “You feel so good.”

“Arthur!”

He takes his time, pressing in slowly. Inch by inch, he slides in until you're full of him. Your hands grip the blanket tightly as he fully hilts himself.

“You good darlin?” He asks, his voice sliding into husky.

“So fucking full.” Your hips grind against him, heated pleasure curling through you.

“Darlin.” He groans. “You're going to drive me crazy.”

You manage to grin at him, “Maybe we should drive each other crazy.”

He pulls back slowly, dragging his length along your sweet spot. You gasp, your head falling back, exposing the line of your throat. He falls forward, his cock pressing back in, and sinks his teeth into your shoulder. Pain sizzles into pleasure, your hips bucking wildly against him.

One of your hands splays across his back, the other cradles the back of his head, your fingers carding through his hair. He lets go of your shoulder and turns his head to kiss your neck. You gently tug his hair and you can feel his answering laugh vibrate through you.

He tucks his face into your neck and slowly rolls his hips. He listens to your sounds, letting them guide him.

There's stars in your vision and they're not all from the night sky above. Everytime Arthur rolls his hips, he drags his cock along your sweet spot.

“Arthur.”

“Let it come darlin.” He murmurs, kissing your shoulder. “Want to feel you come on my cock.”

You can feel yourself clenching around his cock, your orgasm rapidly building. He keeps rutting, getting lost in the feeling of your pussy. When your orgasm explodes, pleasure snapping through you, your legs tighten, drawing him closer. He groans as your pussy tightens around him.

“Well damn darlin.” He says softly in your ear.

He shifts his weight to his elbows and looks down at your face. You open your eyes and smile at him. You cup his face and kiss him. You can feel him shifting above you, his hands taking hold of your wrists and gently drawing your hands down. He guides your hand above your head and clamps one hand down on both your wrists. He looks down at you and you nod at the question in his eyes.

He grinds his hips slowly and then pulls back halfway before pressing in again. Slowly he starts to thrust faster, harder, not letting you have any time to breathe.

The sound of skin on skin and both your accompanying moans break the silence of the night.

Arthur lets go of your wrists and instead grips your waist. He hauls you up without apparent effort and settles you across his lap. He thrusts up, setting a demanding pace. His hands stay on your waist, gripping you firmly and pressing you down. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold on.

“Love feeling you around my cock darlin.” He says, “You're doing so fucking good for me.”

“Arthur. Arthur. Fuck.”

He chuckles, “You gunna come again for me?”

You nod frantically. He kisses you, one of his hands coming to your ass. The slap on your ass has you gasping into this kiss. His chest rumbles as he laughs. The hand on your ass comes to rest on your lower back as his other cradles your neck. He kisses your forehead and then presses his forehead against yours.

“Come on then darlin. Let me feel you.”

He presses his hips up, filling you completely and you can feel the brush of his pubic hair across your clit. He rocks his hips without pulling out and pleasure overwhelms you. Your scream sends several frogs splashing into the pond. You hear Arthur groan and then you feel his cock twitching. Your walls flutter around his cock as he comes.

You leave one arm wrapped around his neck, tracing his face with your other hand. He turns and nuzzles your wrist before pulling you down for a kiss.

Slowly he lays you down on the blanket before pulling out. His cock glistens with your combined juices as he pulls his jeans back up.

“Wouldn't have pegged you for the commando type.” You say.

He chuckles, “I was thinking about more important things earlier.”

He pulls your jeans back up and then stretches out beside you. His fingers trail over your side as he watches your face.

“I'd like to draw you like this.”

“Spread out on a blanket by a pond?”

“Blissful.”

You smile and snuggle into him. “Any other ways you want to draw me?”

“Every way you'll let me.” He dips his head and kisses you.

You hum, “That could be arranged.”

He kisses you again. The world around you settles softly as the crickets chirp and the frogs croak.

“Should we get back before everyone starts to wonder?”

“Darlin, they were already wondering, let's really give 'em something to wonder about.”

“I can support that. I'm too comfortable to move anyway.”

You reach your arms overhead and stretch.

“Do you know the constellations?”

Arthur slides down to lay on his back beside you, his gaze on the night sky.

“Sure. That's Dutch's tent and that one's John being thrown from a horse. And that one over there is real special, that's Pearson's soup pot.”

You laugh, the sound carrying over the water.

“What about that one?”

“That one?” He looks at the North Star for a moment, “That's the one they'll always guide you home.” He looks down at you and kisses you.

As he settles back on to his back he makes a mental note to ask Charles for a book on constellations.

“You see that one?”

You follow his finger, “Yeah.”

“That's Trewlaney fleeing the sheriff.”

You lay your head on his shoulder and laugh. He revels in the sound, already thinking of new ways to get you to laugh.

“Hey,” he waits for you to look at him, “I'm real glad you said yes.”

“I'm real glad you asked.” You answer, imitating his accent.

He gently grasps your chin and kisses you. You let him tilt your head and deepen the kiss.

The water laps quietly nearby, the frogs croaking a symphony. The moon finishes her rise, spilling soft light over the clearing. But your focus never shifts from Arthur. He kisses you until he can't taste the moonshine on your lips anymore and then he kisses you some more.

#arthur morgan x f!reader #arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption two #alfred pennyworth x reader #my writing

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tarrensbookmarks · 8 months ago

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Batman

➼ Alfred Pennyworth ‣I'll Be Seeing You by eupheme Invisible Man!Alfred x F!Reader ‣Slip Into Your Skin by stargirlfics Alfred Pennyworth x Black F!Reader ‣The Gentleman by stargirlfics Alfred Pennyworth x F!Black Dancer!Reader ‣Penny For Your Thoughts by eupheme Alfred Pennyworth x F!Reader ‣In Bloom by eupheme Alfred Pennyworth x F!Reader and sex pollen ‣Of Beachgrass and Seafoam by viceofdionysus Alfred Pennyworth x F!Reader

➼ Bruce Wayne/Batman ‣Iron by stargirlfics Battinson x F!Reader

➼ Jason Todd/Red Hood/Arkham Knight ‣Dark!AK!Jason Todd x F!Reader by nocturne-pisces

➼ Harvey Dent/Two-Face ‣Yandere!Two-Face x GN!Reader by recreationalfanfics

➼ Roman Sionis/Black Mask ‣Morning After by gilverrwrites Roman Sionis x Reader

dividers by saradika-graphics

#batman #alfred pennyworth x reader #harvey dent x reader #battinson x reader #black!reader #tarren reads #fic recs #jason todd x reader #black mask x reader

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gothamitelove · 1 year ago

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General dating hcs for dating Btas Alfred Pennyworth?

He needs more hcs and love

ooh hold on anon youre cooking here (sorry this took so long, i literally just remembered there was stuff in my drafts as well as my inbox)

btas!alfred pennyworth x reader headcanons:

he's a worrier, so please be careful with yourself, god knows he wants you to be

alfred is also a very subtle flirter. Very subtle. a lot of times it'll consist of acts of service or his brand of sarcasm (inside jokes my beloved)

this is a SLOW BURN sort of thing. he's not doing anything to jeopardize what you guys already have unless it's crystal clear that it won't fuck anything up if he does

forehead kisses. all the time babey

he makes sure you're well-fed. all the time. constantly. it's his way of looking after you

he probably likes long walks in the afternoons, holding hands, that sort of thing

you will have to convince him to take breaks for himself. usually he's alright at this- he knows his limits- but when he's worried, he'll take to cleaning, and you Will have to drag him away from that

his love languages are absolutely acts of service and words of affirmation

#asks #alfred pennyworth #btas #dcu #x reader #gender neutral reader #dc x reader #headcanons #alfred pennyworth x reader

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thesharktanksdriver · 2 years ago

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Magical Girl in Gotham (Platonic)

Part 1 Part 2 part 4

Sorry for the repeating lines of there are any, it’s tumblrs fault

Tag list: @harpy-space

Mention in the comment if u wanna be tagged for the next part :]

You drift between the world of conscious and unconscious, the Dream world and the waking world

For once you felt yourself dream, seeing the images of all those who had filled your once lonely life with joy

At point in your life you forgot to just sleep, to finally rest and not to worry for the next day

You were always so preoccupied with getting rid of a new batch of Shadowmites the next night or school or rent that sleep felt more like a chore

Wasted hours to be doing something important despite how Rigel told you it was unhealthy to avoid it

So for now you sleep and you enjoy it as you occasionally sense the distant feeling of someone sitting at your side

When you eventually do wake up your met with the sensation of warm blankets (compared to your thin ones) and a hand pressed against your forehead

When your eyes flutter open you see the sight of Jason, surprise in his face as you look up at him

You can’t get a word out before he’s hugging you tightly, mumbling “Jesus don’t ducking scare me like that. Thank whatever god there is that your ok”

He stays that way for a minute and you soak it up, noticing how he was wearing the uniform of red hood but without the mask

It doesn’t really surprise you but it now makes sense as to why you had a vague sense of familiarity when meeting him

That also answered who the rest of the bat crew was

When he pulls back he sees your stare down towards the large red bat symbol on his chest. “I had the feeling you rich people were crazy, but not crazy enough to be vigilantes to be honest. Seems like those online forums were right about you guys not being normal” whatever worry fades away at that comment

His laugh is loud and seems to echo out into the hallway through the opened door, footsteps quickly make their way towards the room

Damien bursts in, an unfamiliar teary look in his normally composed eyes

Jason has barely any time to pull a few feet away before his younger brother is repeating what he had done earlier

Damien’s gripping you as if he was afraid that when he pulled away you’d suddenly disappear

You hug your friend back, noticing the rest of the family peak in and be somewhat agast at the sight

Turns out you have a lot of explaining to do and so do they

Bruce/Batman himself is honestly disappointed in himself that you’d been doing this for years yet he had not even fucking know about it up till now

Even more so that Jason and Dick knew and didn’t tell him that an actual child is running around at night killing mystical creatures

He actually apologies to you personally that he should’ve noticed, but you quickly shoot that down telling him that was kinda what you didn’t want

Like him you set out on this mission to do it practically alone, you never intended to make friends along the way but somehow you did

He now knows why he saw himself in your eyes, you were him when he started off. Someone who was blinded by their goal of protecting others that they did not care for themself

He asks again if your parents know and now you answer honestly

You didn’t have any. You lived alone in a crappy apartment and barely got rent in on time

You see the looks given by all of his sons, how it goes from you to their dad and then back to themselves

After finding this out Bruce probably teaches you some more self defence since you only taught yourself through experience

He’s a good teacher, finding out what your strong suits are and helping you improve rapidly

Your style of fighting is a lot like dancing. Fluid motions and carefully placed steps, turns and pirouettes to dodge, quick attacks that happen within the blink of an eye

Your not like Jason or dick who can take large hits and can brute force their way though things. Your more agile and graceful

Bruce at some point helps make a schedule for you to properly balance your nightly duties and going to school

It’s much better than your own lol

Kinda feels better that most of the villains in this city absolutely love you and would protect you but also kinda worried cause they would literally kill for you

The only villains he actually trusts you with is the Gotham sirens and maybe Waylon on a good day

You’ve cause him to get so many extra grey hairs after hearing what you eat on a daily basis

How do you the energy to run around Gotham every night while surviving on cup noodles?!??

One time y’all appeared at a McDonald’s it was all over Twitter in the matter of minutes cause you have a cute magical girl and then Batman looming beside them as you asked for a nugget meal and ice cream for him

Sometimes he’ll be beating a villain and you’ll briefly stop by and everything is out on pause as you say hi to both

Honestly it’s the funniest thing for bystanders to see especially when you say hi to John or Tim the goon

Your Twitter famous and you don’t even have Twitter

Clark is texting Bruce why “Batman”, “magical girl” and “McDonald’s” is trending on Twitter

Damien is kinda upset at first before realizing that would kinda be hypocritical and now he has more of an excuse to spend time with you

Two besties just chilling on a rooftop of Gotham while Riddler sulks in the background

He definitely gets protective over you even though you can handle a lot of stuff on your own

It’s mostly out of the fear of losing you. You serve as a symbol to him, a sign that his life has changed for the better and he’s truly happy

At first he doesn’t like his brothers hanging around you but comes to accept it. He was just kinda scared you’d like them over him and forget him

Has a constant glare and only you can decipher his actual emotions

Your his translator for poor Gordon. Like Damien says something mildly insulting and then your like “he means to say he likes your tie and you did a good job out there. Keep it up 👍 “

Your his impulse control from threatening people and breaking bones

He probably pressures Tim into making you a com

At some point he tells you about his grandfather and mom. That turns out be a interesting conversation especially when learning there’s just a magical life giving pool somewhere under Gotham

He’s such a little shit to people who make comments about your outfit

He’s tearing down their entire self esteem

God help the poor soul who decides cat calling or making weird comments about you cause it’s on sight for him

Bruce had to hold both him and Jason back from “having a polite talk” with the guy. Bruce does allow glaring and yelling though

Y’all probably become a duo that Gotham Twitter freaks out over

Like, people be now using you two as “bestie goals” and you do a double take when someone mentions it at school

When you once took him over to your apartment he visibly does a double take and asks how you live like this

Brags to his brothers all the time about how he’s your best friend so he’s the favourite (he is)

Ra’s Al Ghul is more confused than Clark when he gets reports his grandson suddenly is seen with that “magic girl?” He’s also gotten reports about and the two of you are building the Lego bonsai set on a rooftop

You got him into Lego and he now has his entire room full of them and boobytrapped

Dick has unfortunately been a victim to this

Jason almost kneeled over and died again out of worry when he had brought you half dead back to the manor

So it’s safe to say he’s very realized your ok and now also basically under the protection of the rest of the family

He may still have some grudges against Bruce but he does admit that he can teach you better than he could in most places

But what Bruce can’t teach you is how to shoot!

Yeah so…he had you use your magic weapon and turn it into a gun form and has you practice with him

Most villains audibly sigh in relief when seeing the two of you together cause that means their chances of a bullet lodged in their side or spine being crushed is better

Takes you on his motorcycle and it’s super fun

He gets you your own personalized helmet even though you can technically make one via magic

Y’all quote so much shit from books that Tim has begun to catalog it

Scary dog privileges number 3

Sometimes while on duty he’ll stop by at a few cute looking stores and buy you stuff he thinks you’ll like

You don’t tell him you have more than enough pens as he gifts you one with a cute topper

He swears to god if that fucking clown even breaths near you he’s dead and there’s nothing Bruce will do to be able to stop him

Damien would cheer on in the background if that happened

He kinda helps Damien realize and process that it’s ok for you to have other friends and that they won’t be stealing you away nor will you replace him

Both have a lot of emotional baggage and who better to help unpack that than him

Takes a lot of convincing to do so first

Loves the what we do in the shadows tv show and WILL make you watch it with him cause no one else will…along with rue Paul’s drag race

They say red hood now has a handmade bracket

Dick is so joking about how he and Jason knew you first to Damien and Bruce

100% tries to convince you to have your costume to match his for at least a night , if you do so he’ll be supper giddy and get soooo many picture

Your half convinced he has a scrapbook somewhere from how many photos you’ve seen him snap of Radom moments

He sometimes mentions Barbra Gordon and it’s giving you vibes

Keeps showing up while your trying to have a peaceful dinner at the iceberg lounge, penguin shoo’s him away calling him a pesky bird

He always replies back that “but your the bird here aren’t you?, in the wing-” And almost gets shot every single time

He seems kinda embarrassed when people joke about his dump-truck, whatever that meant. You just assume he fell into one or something and don’t get the actual meaning

By god he tries to keep your innocence in tact. There are so many creeps in Gotham and he does his best to protect you from them

There have been situations he’s covered your ears and sent out death glares that can make some of the worst villains shiver in fear

Might’ve let Jason break a guys arm once cause he kept making gross comments. Never told Bruce about it but kinda knows he’d get a slap on the wrist

Audibly makes a gasp when you use a cartwheel in a battle and has a proud big brother moment while clasping a hand over his heart

While your hunting for shadowmites he occasionally drops by to give you something like a smoothie for energy

Loves talking with you about the juiciest hero drama he’s heard within the week

Your not sure how he learns all of what he heard but he was a way

Will watch whatever show or movie you want no matter what age range it was intended for. Like he will watch pretty cute or sailor moon and get super invested to the point he’s buying merch for both of you

He now has a sailor Venus keychain and a matching sailor moon one for you

Definitely has mock fake lightsaber battles with your magical weapon and his batons

He always lets you win but you don’t need to know that

When this happens he also does the full 9 yards to make his “death” as dramatic as possible

Piggyback rides galore with This guy cause he finds it fun and uses it as some sort of weight training

Speaking of which you and Damian have sat on his back while he does pushups. You and Damien made the logo millennium falcon set

Brice walked in and then walked right back out

That happens more than most would assume

When he has video game tournaments with Jason and Tim, he gets you and Damien to be the referees

What he doesn’t know is that Damien is kinda bias to whoever didn’t annoy him that day

Meaning Dick is kinda on a loosing streak as of late compared to either brothers

Has already begun placing photos of you and the family on the wall

Alfred did a double take when he first saw it but then just smiled and went on with his business

Both you and him help Alfred with cooking

Sometimes he goes to really crappy stores and buys all the cheap bootleg hero figurines

Once they make one of you he’s gonna beg you to make your uniform match it for a night

Dear god he has so many nicknames that some villains are now gonna start mocking him by using them with you

He looked really upset when two face called you one of them and then laughed at how his face scrunched up

Tim buys you a proper phone so he can now text you at midnight lol

Even sets up a Twitter account for your hero persona and its now followed by most villains within the city lol

People now joke that at this point your gonna reform most of them before Batman can

Speaking of jokes he sends you memes constantly. Lien you’ll wake up with at least 2 unread messages from him that are just memes he found

He thinks the funniest are the cursed pictures of his family with shit like “bottom text” or “Sœp”

He’s kinda that guy you can go to talk to about anything cause he will 100% know it even if it’s the most obscure piece of media ever

In his spare time he watches those 5 hour long essay videos for fun as background noise

Please watch documentaries with him, doesn’t matter if their lighthearted or serious cause he just wants someone to watch with him

Speaking of which, if you do this with him he builds the most elaborate pillow forts known to man

Please encourage him to at least get 6 hours of sleep a night,the bags under his eyes are already bad enough

Won’t object if your ask to paint his nails or style his hair. He probably finds it somewhat relaxing especially if you talk to him about something while doing it

He rambled a lot about whatever he’s fixated on at the time, you don’t have to respond but just show him your listening and he’ll feel really happy

Totally brags about getting the feeling you were more than what you seemed lol

He sometimes secretly uses the bat computer to watch Netflix or Crunchyroll and play horror games. He says it adds ambiance to the experience

You walked in while he was playing phasmophobia and he screamed

He once used axe body spray and no one will let him live it down, he has his head in his hands as Jason recounts the story

Everyone dreads April fools cause of him and he’s recounted to you his various escapades

Your favourite is when he programmed the Batmobile’s honk into playing “Barbie girl”

He plays video games with you constantly. Doesn’t matter what game you wanna play cause he will find it

On patrol he’ll text you to see how your doing and if you need either him or anyone else to stop by

Else tells you to stay hydrated despite the fact he’s being a hypocrite

He patrols Twitter somehow while being a vigilante and gives people the ban hammer if he finds them being creepy

There is no mercy from him and they’ll have their account temporarily banned or in some cases deleted

He acts all innocent about it as well

Alfred is honestly just happy your ok and now have their support during your night duties

Like he knows your on good terms with most villains but it still gives him an extra layer of comfort that you know you can rely on them for help

Like mentioned before he already planning your room out before Bruce even signs those papers. He finds out what style of room you’d like, interests, favourite colour and goes to town on that interior design

He still packs you lunches but now he has added more foods that give more energy and protein

Whenever you try to help him out with anything other than some cooking and giving Bruce his tea/time coffee he will deny it

You have enough stress as it is you will not put more on your shoulders

Bakes a lot of fresh sweets with even fresher berries from his and Damien’s secret garden

Whenever you don’t go to Harley’s for getting wounds patched up he does it for you

At this point he’s probably more qualified than 50% if Gotham doctors with the amount of fatal injuries he’s stopped

When Bruce gets kinda worried that you hang out with like 50% of the villains in the city he reminds Bruce of Selina and Talia

That shuts Bruce up real fast

Sometimes at night you catch him doing grocery runs, you help him carry bags back to his car

He sometimes talks about his family, growing up and watching as things rapidly advanced from that of his childhood

It’s pretty interesting, especially considering the batcave is filled with super tech that would go for millions

Once again your half convinced he’s some sort of immortal/god in human form with the amount of patience he has

Along with the fact he somehow balances cleaning an entire mansion and batcave

How he does this no one knows

God help anyone who gets on his bad side cause he’s pulling out the umbrella to teach them proper manners

Example, the guy who thought it would be a good idea to heckle you about wearing a skirt

That man is scared to walk the night knowing he’s still out there

Eventually one night as you made your last rounds across the city and said hi to Waylon along with drop by the iceberg Lounge you end up back in the batcave

It’s peaceful as usual, even as you go up to Bruce who has his mask pulled off with a soft smile

He holds out a paper, pen in his other hand that he offers to you

You nod with a smile and take it, signing your name down on it

Gotham is definitely in a stir when everyone wakes up to the news that Bruce Wayne had adopted a new child

Bruce got at least 1 individual call from each justice league member

#platonic #damien wayne x reader #dc x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #magical girl y/n #Batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #time drake x reader #Alfred pennyworth x reader

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fanfic-the-wish-your-heart-makes · 4 months ago

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Gotham Character Ranked by How Many Flowers They'd Give You + Headcanons 🌹🌸⚘🌼🌺 Part 1

Can be see as platonic 😊 Disclaimer: The "ranked" part is just about numbers, not about what's better or worse :)

Doesn't give you flowers: •Bruce Wayne: if you mention that you're against buying unnecessary, short-term things even once, he'll never give you flowers. Cause he respects your wishes like that. •Selina Kyle: she thinks they're stupid (sorry, Ivy). Maybe maybe maybe she steals some one day. "They were...attached to the wallet!" (they weren't).

(Wonderful fit, these two��)

Gives you one flower: 🌹 •Edward Nygma. The flower definitely has a special meaning.

•Alfred Pennyworth. He sees one particularly interesting flower in the garden but not having known you for long, he'd feel weird dragging you out to look at it, so he picks it and puts it in a vase/gives it to you for your desk/suit pocket/behind your ear/hair.

->part 2

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book-place · 2 years ago

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Twice Cursed

Warnings: mentions of death and curses, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Batfamily x reader platonic

Request: Hello!! Can I pls request a batfam x ghost! reader (yes, again). You had died about 10 years before Bruce was born so you've been there for quit some timeYou've never hurt anyone (atleast not intentionally) so they let u stay. You're shy and youve never talked above a whisper so sometimes its difficult to hear you. You also get scared very easily so let's say you're taking you're daily stroll around the manner, humming your favorite tune when all of a sudden, you turn the corner and bump into Alfred. He let's about a small "oh" meanwhile you let out a loud screech and cover your eyes. This took him by surprise since he's never heard you be this loud. You slowly take your hands off of your eyes to reveal a flushed, embarrased, face. "Sorry," you whispered, "that took me by surprise" you said before disappearinginto the walls before he could even sat anything.This had happened again throughout the whole day but instead it was with Jason, Tim, Damian, and Bruce

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: You aren’t able to hear as well as normal, and it freaks you out

A/N: I don’t love this, but it’s all I can write rn

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You were cursed. Well, yes, you were cursed to be a ghost for the rest of eternity with your soul tied to the manor you died in. But you were cursed in a different way because today you kept being taken by surprise.

That wasn’t something that happened very often with you because a not so commonly known fact about ghosts was that they actually had an exquisite sense of hearing. So in reality, you should have seen it all coming.

It first started with Alfred, the butler in the manor that you lived in. The two of you talked more than you did with most of the other ones, him always happy to have a lovely chat with you, who he had known since he first began working in the home.

You had begun a routine many decades back where every morning when the sun was just coming up and all of the curtains were thrown wide open from the windows, allowing beautiful light to illuminate the halls, you would take a stroll and admire its beauty.

Long ago, you had figured out all of the ins and outs of being what you were and had mastered the art of solidifying and un-solidifying yourself on command. It was mainly used when you wanted to grab something or when you actually wanted to walk instead of just floating a couple inches off the ground, like now.

What you hadn’t realized though, was that Alfred was just about to turn the corner at an intersection that you were just about to round as well.

The two of you both realized too late that the other person was there, and you both stumbled back, Alfred breathing out a small, “Oh,” of surprise.

You on the other hand, let out a terrified shriek, falling backwards, your hands flying up to your mouth. Not only were you not used to actually touching a human being- something you didn’t like doing- but you hadn’t heard him coming. Being snuck up on was something that hadn’t happened to you since before your death.

Alfred’s eyes widened for a different reason now, having never heard you speak above a whisper, let out a full blown yell.

“Y/n-“ He tried to speak, but you had already un-solidified and rushed into the nearest wall to get as far away from the situation as possible.

Whenever something was upsetting you, you always went to the attic, one of the only rooms almost never used, just for some alone time to clear your head. And that’s exactly what you did after your last exchange with Alfred until you had calmed down enough to leave once again.

To say that was weird would be an understatement, that had never happened to you before and it was puzzling to say the least.

You shook your head to yourself slightly, trying to laugh off the small error made by you as you walked in your materialized form, only to run into someone once again.

Jason barely budged from the impact, but his eyebrows raised in surprise, “What the-“

For the second time this morning, you let out a shriek, hands flying up to cover your mouth. As you turned on your heel to scurry away once more, you hit someone else, them being pushed back on impact this time.

“Hey, are you-“ Tim couldn’t even finish his sentence before you had pushed past him and disappeared into the nearest wall, leaving him and a very confused Jason behind.

When you returned to the attic, your head was buried in your hands and you shook it back and forth, trying to figure out what was the matter with you, only for you to run into someone- well, two someone’s. Again.

Damian and Bruce both adopted similar looks of shock, as you let another yell slip off of your lips, but this time it was one of frustration, because you yet again hadn’t sensed that they were there.

“Are you alright?” Bruce asked softly.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, pulling your hands away from your face, “You just caught me by surprise.”

Damain raised an eyebrow, “I thought that didn’t happen to you?”

“I guess it does now,” Your voice was still soft as you spoke and you nervously played with your fingers.

The older man smiled softly, “That’s okay, Y/n, it happens to the best of us.”

Your head snapped up to him, “It does?”

He nodded his head, “Jason, Tim, and Alfred were just telling me about how this happened to them, and if that’s the case that means that their vigilante instincts aren’t sharp today.”

“What do you mean?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“You say that you couldn’t hear them coming, but they also couldn’t hear you, which they normally could do.” He explained patiently.

Your mouth dropped open slightly in realization.

“It’s just an off day,” He continued softly.

You nodded your head along, mulling his words over, “Just an off day,” You finally agreed, looking at the duo with a small smile.

Perhaps you weren’t two times cursed after all.

The Superior Robin ❤️- @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker @i-writes-things @ladyagagaslefttoe

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gulnarsultan · 2 years ago

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About your fic where batmom finds a baby on the street, can you make one of how the whole family interacts with the baby? They play with the baby, sing songs, etc. 💗🥺

I think Alfred and Dick will be the first to approach the baby. Alfred takes on the role of grandfather for the baby. It helps the reader a lot in the care of the baby. Dick takes on the role of the baby's older brother. She tries to play a role as much as she can in the care of the baby. Jason is protective of the baby. He is afraid that he will do some harm by taking care of her. Tim is indecisive about the baby. Gradually he gets used to the presence of the baby. She finds all the necessary information about baby care on the Internet. Damian is not happy at first that the baby has arrived. After getting used to sharing your care and love, Damian becomes more friendly towards the baby. He even insists that the baby is his favorite older brother. Bruce strives to be a good father to the baby. She makes time to spend time with the baby. They all distribute tasks at night to sing lullabies and tell stories to the baby.

#dc x reader #batfam #batboys #batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #damian wayne x reader #alfred pennyworth x reader #batman family #batmom #batmom x batfam

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eupheme · 2 months ago

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k03. submission + restraints | in your hands

alfred pennyworth x f!reader

rated e - 2.7k

tags: sub!(and bossy)alfred vibes, use of alcohol, established relationship, references to stress/stress relief, restraints, teasing, oral sex (f rec), PiV, aftercare

When Alfred confesses he’s having trouble getting his mind off his work, you’re all too happy to lend a hand.

The Tower is dark when you get there.

Following the low hum of plucked jazz notes through the hall, until you find Alfred in his study - fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

Eyes screwed shut. His other hand grasping the rim of a half-drunk scotch.

You know he works hard. Too hard - have seen the dark shadows under his eyes. Your bed empty when you wake in the morning for far too many days in a row.

How much he does for Bruce. For you. Always putting himself last, as he works his knuckles to the bone.

Cracked and bleeding, and he still won’t say a word.

“Hi, baby,” Your voice is soft, from the doorway, “Long day?”

His eyes flutter open at the sound of your voice. Smile soft, as he sets the glass down on the side table, lined up neatly on the coaster.

“Something like that.”

You can see the weariness in his face, as you slip onto the seat next to him. Meeting into the press of your lips as you greet him, letting loose a long-held sigh.

“Glad to see you, darling.”

“Me too.” You smile, “Any way I can help?”

The look he gives you is soft, a hand dropping to squeeze against your thigh.

“I don’t think so, love. I need to step away, actually.” He sighs, “But I just can’t ever seem turn it off. For better or for worse.”

Thick fingers tap against his temple. You place a kiss there, and he leans into your touch with a stifled groan.

“Keep seeing things I need to do. Things I never have enough time for.”

Your lips brush his cheek, right at the edge where his stubble is scraped clean, “Think you need to rest. You’re pushing too hard.”

His eyebrows raise. Another sip of his drink. The soft smack of lips with him hum, something close to a half-hearted smile, “Think I’m far too old to be learning new tricks, darling.”

There’s a dozen instances on the tip of your tongue that would prove that statement wrong.

Instead, your head cocks - considering.

You’d been sitting on a partially-solved puzzle for weeks.

Something about the way Alfred’s posture had straightened when you first met, when Bruce assured you that butler would “see to your every need.”

The way his eyes dropped too quickly from yours, after - the blush that began at his ears, rose-petal pink. Caught and stamped down before it reached his cheeks.

Of course, it hadn’t meant anything - an acknowledgement to his role of seeing over the Manor.

But it had been there again - months later. The way his hips had flexed hard into the mattress as your fingers tugged on slicked-back curls.

The pleads for “more” and “harder” turning sharp as your orgasm had rushed towards you. His fingers pinching into your skin with your command, as he all but groaned into your messy cunt.

All too eager to please.

Maybe he just wanted - needed - a firm hand.

Maybe it could be yours.

You wish you had your own drink, to steel your nerves. A breath that you hold for a heartbeat, before your asking.

“I could do that for you.” It comes out hushed.

“Show you how to turn off.”

His eyes flick to yours. Silent consideration. Curiosity sparking, in the sharp chips of blue.

Not an outright denial, leading you to babble, “It’s not like I haven’t thought about it before.”

The look in his eyes when you ride him. Head tipped back against the pillows. Unable to help bucking into you, fingers pinching hard enough to bruise. Handing over the reigns a little too eagerly.

Desperation edging into his tone, when he begs you to come for him.

That look simmers in his gaze, now. Head tilting towards yours, letting you close the gap. A soft hum when your mouth slants against his. Lips parting when your tongue licks at his lip.

A rough groan, when you deepen it.

Leaning into him, his torso twisting as your hands wander - a palm against his chest. The other at his jaw, feeling the way the tight tension in his neck loosens.

“Don’t have to do anything you don’t want, baby.” You murmur, against his lips - as if he wasn’t still deadly, sharpened steel wrapped in silk, “But if, if you want this-”

“Yes.” It’s hushed.

It’s permission - your eyes dark, hungry, when you lean back. A curve of your lips, almost surprised at how quickly he answers.

“You’re going to listen to me?” You clarify.

Alfred is a stubborn man. Cleverer than most. Set in his ways - used to being in charge, even if you can see through the cracks.

“Going to be good for me?”

His jaw grits. The heave of his chest against the tight vest. Your fingers still resting above his heart. There’s a jerk of his chin - you can feel it against your lips, as they press to his jaw.

“Words, Alfred.”

There’s a sharp inhale at his name. You rarely use it. Soft sentiments have worked their way into your vocabulary over the last few weeks. It slams into him, his voice going low and rough.

“Yes, darling.”

Heat curls inside you. A considering look, when you lean back. Fingers tracing over his neat uniform - that crisp, white shirt. The tidy vest. A black tie, fastened at his throat.

“Do you like this tie?” Your fingers hook around the knot, gently tugging, “I mean, would you be upset if I wrinkled it?”

Alfred fingers twitch. Torn between loosing it himself, and keeping his hands somewhere more interesting. Tracing along your legs, the curve of your hips.

“You may do as you like.” He husks, “With all of me.”

His words make your thighs press together. Already damp from his mouth against yours. Fingers working the fabric free, twisting around your fingers as you consider.

“Wrists together.”

He’s obedient, in the way they touch behind his back. A beat, before you bind him.

“You trust me?”

It’s a loaded question. The amount of times Alfred has allowed himself to be vulnerable in the years after he became Bruce’s guardian could be counted on one hand.

His voice is low, rough, as he answers.

“Always.”

There’s the flex of his muscles as you twine the tie around. You can hear his inhale - swallowing words down twice. Lips curving, so certain he’s prepared to offer his thoughts.

Advice on how to tie better knots - ones to properly restrain him - instead of the pretty ones you make.

Thinking better of it, for you.

He shivers, when your lips press against his bound wrists. When you loop the ends into a bow, tugging them straight.

“Pretty.” You hum, leaning back.

Already thinking of some improvements. Admiring the pulled-back flex of his shoulders. The dark glitter of his eyes, below the severe brow.

“Bedroom, I think.”

There’s a divan at the foot of the bed that you’re already picturing a use for,

He follows, allowing your hand to rest on his arm for balance. Testing the bindings with your fingertips, as he follows you through the conjoined door, into his room.

There’s a folded blanket on the arm that you lay out in front of the couch. He kneels without asking, and it sends a thrill up your spine. Settling yourself in front of him on the cushion, legs spreading on either side of his hips.

“I want your mouth on me.” You tell him, trying to set the tone.

The edge of his lips pull up, “You’re wearing a bit too much for that, darling.”

“Already talking back?” Your brow arches, “I thought a good little solider like you would want to listen.”

His eye darken, focused on how you work the sweater from your shoulders. Folding it slowly, setting it beside you on the couch.

“Haven’t been a solider in a long time.”

“A butler, then.” You coo - his eyes fixed on your chest. Tracing the pretty lace as he waits. The slight crease in his brow when your fingers hook in the waistband of your leggings, instead.

“You’ll tend to my every need, right? It’s your duty, after all.”

He can see where the fabric dampens between your thighs. No answer, except for the rough exhale of his breath. The flex of his shoulders, a reminder that he can’t touch you the way he wants.

Those eyes greedy, when you lean forward to work on him next. Carefully unfastening his vest. Working each mother of pearl button loose, until his shirt hangs open at his chest.

Hips shifting, when you loosen his belt. Leaning into the way you palm him. Not expecting how hard he is already, straining against the expensive trousers.

A stifled groan as you work him free. Letting his cock rest against the pushed down fabric of his boxers, cradled in the deep dip of the open zipper.

Exposed, to your view.

“There we go,” You hum, voice low. Admiring.

A finger traces along his shaft, his cock bobbing beneath your touch. His jaw gritting, to bite back a plea as you settle back against the couch. Your panties tugged down your thighs, laid on top of the pile of clothing where he can see them.

Alfred leans forward when you finally rest against the back, but your hand presses against his shoulder.

“Impatient,” Your tongue clicks. Fingers catching his chin, thumb smoothing across his beard.

Two fingers against his lower lip, with the twist of your hand.

“Open.”

His lips part automatically. A rough groan buzzes against the pads of your fingers. You don’t even have to tell him to suck - his eyes already closed. Another shift of his hips, rutting into air.

The pinch of teeth when you withdraw, as if to keep you for another moment. Another rough sound, when you fit those fingers between your thighs, instead of letting him taste you like he wants.

Biting back a soft sigh, as your fingers circle against slick flesh. Thighs inching wider as he shifts closer.

“You’re teasing me?” He husks, eyes narrowing.

“Distracting you.” You hum, “Are you thinking about work?”

He groans - a sharp, sideways jerk of his chin.

“Thinking about your pretty cunt, darling.” It’s almost a growl, ”You said you wanted my mouth, yes?”

Your hips lift into your touch.

“Then let me use it.” He coaxes, that rough edge pitching into need.

A beat, as you consider. The slow shift of your hips, as you angle them at the edge of the couch. He’s already leaning forward - your foot lifting to press against his thigh to halt him.

“I want you in me after,” You tell him, “So you don’t get to come until I say.”

He moans, and the second your foot shifts his head so he can tongue at your clit. Something ragged mumbled out - a “thank you” that’s drowned out by your own cry.

Open-mouthed kisses pressed against your pussy. Devouring you greedily, making up for the lack of his fingers with the way his tongue dips inside you.

Groaning into you, when he tastes how wet you are.

Unable to help the flex of his hips. Panting, when your fingers twist into his hair. Mussing the tidy strands, when you guide him to where you need.

You know what it’s like - his effect on you, how you’re putty in his hands.

How he leans into yours now, unaware of the way his cock drools. The string that drips from him, how his length jerks each time your fingers tighten in his hair.

But you notice. You see how far gone he is. The pretty haze in his eyes.

“You close already, baby?” You coo, “Want me to touch you?”

“No,” His chest heaves, as he draws back for a breath, “Don’t deserve it, need to make you come first.”

It’s on the tip of your tongue to argue. To tell him that he deserves that, and more. That you’d give him everything.

But you think he must need this.

An edge creeps into your tone, soft and commanding.

“Then make me come.”

Your words shoot through him. A ragged groan when your thigh hooks over his shoulder.

All his attention narrowing down to the flick of his tongue against your clit. To the sound of your breath, every little hitch of your hips. Everything that tells him what you need.

Knowing just how to bring you over the edge. Leaning into the words that slide from you, the praise slipping over his skin.

“Fuck, right there.” You whine, “Gonna make me come, baby. So good for me-”

He keeps the exact pace you need - your breath growing short, as your orgasm crashes over you.

Riding the high of doing this for him. His sweet submission, that eagerness that rolls off him in waves. That knowledge that if you hadn’t told him not to, he would have spilled all over the floor some time ago.

The bliss courses through you, hips bucking into his tongue. Alfred doesn’t stop, until your hands find his jaw, gently easing him from you. The pleasure still throbbing deep inside - almost aching from the way he drew it out.

He has been good.

Intent on pleasing you. Needing it, but every man has his limits, and this is his - tasting you, while being bound like this.

Trying so hard to hold himself back. To listen, to ignore that deep clench in his belly. That urge to shift forward, to rut himself against the fabric of the couch until he’s spilling against him.

He can taste you on his lips. You’re smeared across his chin, against the dark bristles of his beard.

“That was so good, honey.” It comes out breathless. His lips part with the praise, knees pressing into the blanket as his thighs shift wider.

“Come here.” You coo - fingers against his chin again.

Drawing him up to you, your mouth meeting his as he kneels. Tugging him closer, “Wanna feel you come for me. You can do that, right?”

His moan comes out ragged.

You have to guide him into you. Reaching between down to line him up - he sinks into you the second he feels the tight clutch of your pussy around him.

Losing himself, in the way his hips jerk forward. Pushing himself deep, hips pumping as his arms strain against the binding.

Unable to touch you the way he’d like, and it drives him mad - head bowed as he watches the way you take him, again and again.

Could try to make you come again, and he wants to - that urge burning through him. Almost begging you in hushed tones, wanting to feel you one last time.

“Make it up to me later.” You tell him, and when your leg hooks around his hip to drive him deeper - that last bit of control slips through his fingers.

He’s coming with a ragged moan on his next thrust. Pleasure still ripples inside you - and the way he comes undone so quickly send another wave rushing through you.

His hips stuttering as his muscles string tight. Lips parted, grunting as he throbs inside you. The stress sloughing off, the pleasure turning him mindless.

Only aware of the tight, warm grip of your pussy around him. The sloppy drive of his cock, as his thrusts grow shallow. Trying to keep himself buried deep as he comes.

There’s still the sharp pinch of the tie around his wrists. Still holding him at your mercy, a place that he puts himself willingly.

Eagerly.

He’s always been yours.

Alfred is boneless against you. Lips parted as he pants, a warning sound when you try to slip free.

You stay another minute - pressed full of him. Kisses pressed to his cheek, his temple, as your hands slip behind. Loosening that knot.

Guiding him onto the bed when he finally lets you rise. Carefully tugging off his clothes.

Smoothing lotion onto his wrists - he’ll have to keep his sleeves rolled down tomorrow, with how hard he tugged on his bindings.

Lips pressing against his pulse, his limbs still limp in your grasp.

“Still worrying about work?” You ask softly.

He stirs then. A low chuckle.

“Actually,” There’s the curve of lips, a tired smile.

“I’m not thinking about anything at all.”

thank you for reading! 💖

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