#I promise I tried

[nosyp]

I have a request for Wonder Woman (Justice League Unlimited) x male reader smut

Content: Female Softdom. Kissing. Biting. Hickeys. Face sitting. Oral sex. (Diana receiving) Come swallowing. Thick thighs. Thigh worship. Thighjob. (Reader receiving) Rough sex. Riding. Aftercare.

Warning = smut🔞

Pairing = Wonder Woman x Male reader

Word count = 1.3k words

AO3 Link

Note = I tried my best.... Hope you enjoy...

Breathing heavily, you dashed through the abandoned science lab, the echo of your footsteps ringing off the cold metal walls. Your eyes darted from shadow to shadow, searching for any sign of movement. The air was thick with tension, each corner more ominous than the last. Panic clawed at your chest as you could hear the faint sounds of pursuit growing louder. You stumbled, almost tripping over a broken pipe, but forced yourself to keep running.

Panic tightened in your chest. You’d been warned—Diana had told you not to go, that places like this were dangerous. But stubbornness has led you here. Now, it was too late. 

You took a hiding spot behind a counter. Waiting for the next encounter from the mysterious creature, you realized facing your demise seemed like the easier choice. Slowly stepping out of your hiding spot, you grew anxious.

Suddenly, a blinding yellow light cut through the darkness, forcing you to shield your eyes. You braced for an impact that never came. When the light faded, you saw the remains of the creature scattered on the ground, lifeless.

You cautiously approached, dusting off the debris to find a faint glow among the scattered rubble. Without thinking, you grabbed a nearby rock and tossed it toward the shadows, hearing it thud before clattering to the ground.

"Who's there?" you called out, with a tone of uncertainty.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" Diana's voice rang out, sharp with concern as she stepped into view. "I told you to stay away from places like this."

“Sorry. I just thought I would visit since I overheard that this place was special,” you said, meeting her gaze.

She let out a sigh and said “You’re bleeding now, c’mon,”

She grabbed your hand and brought you to the home you shared. She pushed you into the house and started searching for the first aid kit. She grabbed the kit and shut the drawer roughly. She was quite cute when she was mad. A smile tugged at your lips as you saw her walking towards you.

You sat on the couch, pressing on your wound with a piece of cloth. You let go of the cloth and she immediately placed an alcohol wipe on the wound to clean it before she could put a bandage around it.

You winced as Diana carefully pressed the alcohol wipe against your wound. The sting was sharp, but you gritted your teeth, not wanting to show her how much it hurt. You had gone through worse, after all.

"You should’ve listened," she muttered, more to herself than to you.

You laughed weakly, trying to mask your discomfort. “Yeah, I guess... but I had to see it for myself.”

Diana paused, glancing up at you. The concern in her eyes softened. “I get that,” she said softly. "But next time, leave the dangerous places to me."

You smiled, a bit proud despite the pain. "Next time, I'll let you lead the way."

She rolled her eyes playfully but didn’t say anything as she finished cleaning the wound. "You’re lucky I’m here," she said with a small grin, brushing your hair out of your face.

"Guess I am," you replied, leaning back against the couch, still holding the cloth to your side. You were hurt, but with Diana beside you, you felt a bit safer. Even if your reckless curiosity had gotten you into trouble, it seemed like you weren't alone in facing the consequences.

You watched as Diana carefully tended to the wound on your arm, her usual calmness and precision making you feel strangely comforted despite the pain. You often found yourself in situations like this, but she was always there to patch you up.

“All done,” she murmured.

"Thanks," you murmured softly, your fingers gently cradling her face. Just then, you pulled her closer, your lips meeting hers in a tender kiss that deepened the moment.

The room had grown darker, and after cleaning up, you both got ready for bed. As she settled in, you couldn’t help but ask, breaking the silence, “Are you mad at me?”

“No, just disappointed,” she said, her voice quiet. She turned to face you, her gaze serious. “Why would you do something I told you not to?”

She placed her hand on your chest, dragging it down until she reached the waistband of your pants. Her hands snaked down all the way into your pants and quickly retreated back. Without warning, she was suddenly straddling your waist and pulled at the buttons of your nightwear. 

Before you knew it, both of you were undressed and she was sitting on your face. You lapped at her clit, tightly holding her thighs trying to get a better taste of her. She moaned as you skillfully used your tongue on her. She grew wetter the more you kept going and going. 

Fuck. She was so sweet.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, releasing all her fluids on your face. Greedily, you opened your mouth trying to catch as much as you could. Her thighs were bruised from your tight grip, marking her with your bare hands.

Unexpectedly, she got up and placed your cock between her thighs. Eyes never leaving her, blood rushed to your cock, causing it to throb in pain. Slowly, she rubbed it up and down her thighs, giving you the friction you needed. Your hands gripped the bedsheets, supporting your body as she quickened her pace. You got closer and closer… then finally let out your cum all over her thighs. 

Without giving you time to rest, she slipped your still hard cock in, immediately warming it up. Her tight walls clenched around you. Using your hands, you helped her move up and down your cock. You observed with teary eyes when she rolled her eyes at the pleasure.

“Mmhhh… you’re so tight…” you huffed.

Not acknowledging what you just said, she pushed your hands off and rode you all the way til you saw stars. 

“Mmmmhhh… I’m coming…” you said before letting it out inside of her.

Out of nowhere, your arms shot up, grabbing her thighs and pulling her closer. While she tried to recover from the orgasm, you peppered small kisses along her thighs until you reached her wet folds. Pressing your lips on her folds, still filled with your seed. You hummed, causing her to moan at the vibration. Her thick thighs squeezed your head as you ate her out. The grip you had on her was firm, holding her close as if she could disappear in a second.

Your mouth opened up and you gently bit her thigh, leaving a mark on her. You continued, leaving her with more and more bite marks. Satisfied, you went back to pleasuring her.

Not long, she let out another orgasm and as always, you licked it up. She pulled away from you and collapsed on the bed. Her hands hung off the edge of the bed and her head was resting on the soft mattress. You were both left panting and she suddenly got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. 

She returned with a damp towel, gently cleaning you with care. You placed your hand on her head, pulling her into a warm embrace. She then picked you up and brought you into the bathroom, placing you inside the bathtub. She turned the valve on the pipe, and water began to flow from it. 

The water was warm and you felt the water shift as she went inside with you. You opened up your arms and embraced her. You picked up the shampoo bottle, squirting a generous amount onto your hands. Slowly, you began massaging her scalp, the shampoo lathering as your fingers worked through her hair.

After taking some time to clean up, you both settled down and prepared for the night. Getting into bed, you both found comfort in each other’s presence. Eventually, as the night grew calmer and the warmth between you lingered, you both drifted into a peaceful sleep.

[neonexistant]

Brotha eeeeeuuuuuugghhhhhh

These characters are not mine, just the failed excuse of an illustration

It's from a webcomic called School bus graveyard but Red

[paganpentagram]

Dia de Muertos doll custom, I used River Styxx for this custom. Please ignore the fact that she has no shoes, I dont have any shoes small enough for her feet and I'm not confident about making shoes for her

[moth-tea-merchant]

heads up about Yao's Kaineng Blackout lines!

I am not a skilled enough editor to competently get ride of the echo on their lines without tanking the quality. and sadly almost all of their lines happen in parts of the city that receive the audio echo treatment >_>

[basshole-astard]

PSA: i keep seeing posts about staying cool in extreme heat that include advice like "gatorade is bad actually!" and "don't drink fruit juice it'll just dehydrate you!" and neither of these are true!

regarding fruit juice: there's apparently a misconception that Any Sugar At All will dehydrate you, and that's simply not true. yes, sugar will make you pee more when consumed in large amounts, but 1) the natural sugar in fruits won't do this to you 2) great news! a lot of fruit juices exist without any added sugar in them! 3) honestly even having a glass of the fruit juice with added sugar won't completely dehydrate you as long as you're also drinking water throughout the day. if its hot you deserve a cold treat of a drink!!! can't go wrong with fruit juice!!!

regarding gatorade: maybe this isn't an every day drink, but guess what: if it's 110F/40C or hotter outside, and you don't have AC, or you're moving around a lot outside of the AC, and you're sweating buckets: that's when you drink a gatorade.

gatorade exists to replenish all the electrolytes (salt) and glucose (sugar) that you sweat out. YES it is meant for athletes to drink during intensive work outs and not necessarily for people who aren't doing that kind of exercise. BUT GUESS WHAT! when you're sweating buckets because you had to walk to the bus in extreme heat, that's intensive exercise. please feel free to drink a gatorade after that! that's its intended use case!!!!

no: neither of these drinks should be a total replacement for water. but drinking a lot of water and then treating yourself to a fruit juice with lunch is a good idea!!! drinking a gatorade becuase you just had to walk for 20 minutes in the heat is a good idea!!!

Please Stop Spreading Misinformation About Drinks!!! It's fine if you drink things that aren't water!!!! Yes you should probably always be drinking water but drinking something else As Well isn't going to hurt you!!!! okay!!!! its fine!!!!!!

honestly so long as you are consistently getting Any (non-alcoholic) fluids in you, you're doing great!!!!!! okay!!!! i love you stay safe <3

[strikingamatch]

it was hours ago

so why do they still hurt?

fuck

at least

at least they weren't that deep

maybe i'm doing better

if only i can ignore the fact

that if i had been alone

it would have been

so much worse

[artisfaction]

[cupophrogs]

BLUNT NOT THE HEART, ENRAGE IT

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[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Afton kids got interesting coping mechanisms

[verflares]

i've been looking everywhere for you!

[antlersish]

Men who lost their reflections

[freydis-freydat]

His explanations were likely as much as he could muster, and Freydis clung to his every word even if much of what he shared felt lofty to her still. Already, her mind listed out questions and follow ups: what was an Archon, where had they fallen from, how might she spot an Aetheron, what in the actual fuck was Nik? But it could wait. It was likely better if she let some of this wait until she could think of the true root of her questions and process some of the impossible knowledge he already dispensed to her. Aside from this, his tense posture and white knuckles were not beyond her perception. “Perhaps I could ask more later,” she suggested softly. 

The slight illumination of his veins stirred an excitement within her, even if she was embarrassed. Leaning backward slightly from the rise of his chest, Freydis could not help but reveal a sheepish smile and nod. The purring sound he emitted delighted her, but to be frivolous and flirtatious and foolish with him after so much carnage and hardship elated her still. “Deeply,” she confirmed, though she tilted her head to the side slightly as if she was suddenly questioning. “Though how deep might a worthy disciple need to be?” She lifted her hands, her index fingers held at a small distance of roughly four inches from each other. Freydis lifted her hazel eyes to his face and raised a brow as if to check in with him before expanding the distance between her fingers to five inches, then six, and further. “Just tell me when…” 

“You are no mistake,” Freydis insisted suddenly, her voice as thick as it was firm with emotion that she would not accept such a judgement to be made against him or lodged against him. “You were misused, mistreated. But not a mistake. Those are not the same things.” Her eyes shone with her steadfast conviction as she said this to him, and it was clear she would welcome no argument, though she doubted Eivor would accept this as she struggled to accept the idea that she had made up for the failures of her own past. 

Freydis thought of the small daisy in the palm of his rough hand and the gentle press of his lips against her knuckles before he had stood over her in the cabin some weeks before, and she knew he spoke the truth when he told her that she mattered to him. A slight pang of guilt tugged at her ribs as she considered she had perhaps made him feel this was something she took for granted. Eivor had become her most significant sense of comfort and what she considered her safest, and perhaps only, place to be vulnerable and undone. It hurt to consider he might not realize she recognized the effort and intention it took of him to hold that space for her. Her hand found its way to his curls again, trying to acknowledge this by way of gentle touch rather than speaking over him. “Well, I had been waiting on you to make a move,” she responded quietly, though she understood now that his reluctance had not been borne of disinterest. “I know that you value and respect me,” she conceded, “and that you would not treat me as the others I have described. But I want you to do something for me first,” she requested softly, looking up into his eyes with her usual gentle pleading.

It made Eivor relax more, the way Freydis could understand him much better than he'd ever tried to in Common. It was true, he hated the language, yet still, he had attempted it for the shieldmaiden. How she learned Elvhen so quickly when he himself had struggled with it for a bit – and it had been closer to his native ancient tongue. Draconic was harsh, it sounded more...animal. He would teach it to her, he wanted to – but he felt like he wasn't owed any such demands of anyone. Not with who and what he had become.

"Essentially...yes," he tilted his head now, "Elvhen grow like humans, in a way. We...they slow when they reach an age of maturity." He'd looked this way for at least two or so centuries now, but his age had not been a lie. "There was an Archon, he spoke of...how they could force the magic into us, that dragons were naturally resistant – and I'm not sure how, but they used their own magic to manipulate what they put within me." It had been worse than it sounded leaving his mouth, yet still Eivor's fingers dug into the stone that they sat upon. It was getting later, the sun dipping down further, but Eivor found that he could sit there for as long as they other wanted. He could tell she was mildly humiliated, but that hadn't been his intent. He was a proud creature, and maybe, just maybe, the lines along his body flashed for a brief moment. Like one of those damn birds. "Deeply faithful?" The words rumbled from his chest, a bad habit of his now that he rememebred it existed. Muting and gatekeeping his original species was a new form of torture through the use of gaping memories, yet still – it was nice to remember things slowly.

"I remember – I remember my chains being broken, and I remember the cage, and Nikandros and I washed up on the shores of Iskaldrik. We fell, for so long, I'm not sure if it was he or I who stopped it." Aetheron lived in the sky, coming down and crushing Iskaldrik a decade later. A decade they'd been here, searching and learning. "Perhaps everything has been divined for me." Indescribable torture only to land in a time where he was so far removed, he felt like a fool every time he tried to have a conversation? The Weave had a shitty sense of humor. Freydis' sense of disparagement was unique to her, Eivor hadn't heard as much from anyone as he had from the woman. "If we were to hold on to these notions of mistakes, then you would never want anything to do with me," he murmured, shaking his head again. "I feel like you've made up for what you believe you lacked." Hard to kill, that's what Freydis was. And he was damn proud of it.

Her immediate correction made Eivor tilt his head. Was that not what she meant? They hadn't even fucked, and here she was, saying that he shouldn't fuck another. He understood why. After all, there was a good reason for it. Eivor found he didn't wish to fuck anyone else, no longer the strong jawline of a man or fierce look in a woman's eyes drew his gaze. No, he'd rather tear into the veilmaiden and see her come apart instead. Over and over again. Carnal as the dragon was, he wasn't sure he knew how to be romantic, and if that was what she meant by cheaply, he was going to have to step up his game. Though as she continued to speak, the meaning of the word she'd used dawned on him more. Eivor looked away for a brief moment, and he wished to give Freydis what she deserved, not just the promise of a stop in when he came up this way. He understood her, but there was another part of the conversation that Eivor would speak up about. "You matter to me. I don't think I would be sitting here, speaking of these things, if it was not your faith or your...belief that I am more than what they made me." When she'd driven her blade through Kansaldi, when Eivor's mind had stopped hazing, when he'd finally been able to look at his hands, look at the faces around him – his secret no longer just his. "I don't think you understand that a convenience to me...has been everyone but you."

[vhstown]

ramadan mubarak 💗 remember that palestinians are also going through ramadan amidst a genocide! if you are able, aim to focus your zakat on organisations like:

care for gaza (and their paypal here)

direct aid for gaza

gazaesims

palestinian children's relief fund

[im-tempted]

I have to get up early

FUCK

[fangsnpaws]

fang moodboard ★

div. ✩ reqs open!

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