#Retakes Control

[dailyworldecho]

[s0fter-sin]

ghost who was chemically castrated by roba and soap who wants to help him to regain his sexual autonomy

nsfw, angst, roba, unnegotiated unsafe but consensual gun play, hopeful ending

💀🧼

ghost walks like it hangs low.

there’s a tilt to his hips and a spread in his thighs and johnny’s never been able to stop staring.

and ghost’s never asked him to.

he knows he’s seen him; he’s not exactly discreet. he swears he’s even seen him cock his hips out before to give him a better view. but he always pulls back just as they toe the line; verbal cold water on the tentative heat they almost can’t help but spark when they’re together.

it’s never a no; johnny’s not so selfish of a cunt that he’d push when he knows he isn’t welcome. it’s always a reluctance; an “i wish i could,” never in so many words. an open ended “but…” as ghost circles the reason without ever actually saying it. johnny knows it’s something personal, something more than a difference in rank could ever excuse.

so he backs off when ghost does, jokes instead of flirts and holds his breath through the agonising wait until ghost lets him in close again. waits to know if he’ll let him close again.

it’s almost anticlimactic, the end of their dance; his delicate steps and looping logic to work out why bulldozed as ghost comes out and says one random night, “i can’t fuck.”

it’s not bitter. it doesn’t grate coming out of his throat; he doesn’t spit it like it’s something to be ashamed, not twisted with insecurity as if it’s an accusation by an ex.

it’s a statement of fact.

“you can’t fuck,” johnny echoes anyway because even if it is the reason, the big why… it still doesn’t really answer anything.

“i can’t get it up,” he elaborates, this horrid blankness in his eyes like he’s reading from a script. “whatever you’re looking for, whatever you want- i can’t give it to you.”

johnny just looks at him, the chill air prickling his skin. “right,” he nods calmly. “because my interest in you starts and ends with your dick.”

that blank calm shatters. “johnny…” he warns.

“do you really think i’m that shallow?” he cuts in, curing himself for the way his voice breaks but he never thought ghost would think so low of him; that this whole time, ghost’s thought that’s the only thing he wants from him. “like i’d take you for a ride ‘n just drop you?”

“there’s a difference between not gettin’ it for one night and never gettin’ it at all,” ghost growls, turning his back on him to lean against the edge of the roof. his shoulders heave and the anger seeps from him in one long breath. “it’s not a hitch, johnny. not a performance issue or ptsd or whatever the fuck you’re thinkin’. it’s permanent. irreversible.”

irreversible.

johnny stops, cold creeping up his limbs and dousing his defensive anger. ghost is many things and when it comes to his words, chief amongst them all is deliberate. he didn’t say it’s unfixable. incurable.

irreversible.

johnny buries his selfish hurt and scuffs his boots, an unobtrusive warning of movement, and comes up beside him; just enough distance between them to catch their breaths. he leans back against the ledge and looks over the opposite side of the roof at the dark sky.

“mexico,” he murmurs. not an accusation. not even really a question but ghost collapses in on himself anyway; sinking into his crossed arms digging into the ledge.

“mexico,” he agrees just as quietly. “‘pparently, roba found it more entertaining to let me keep it but- cut the cords. more demeaning that way; cock’s gone, at least you don’t feel the urge. don’t have to look at the fuckin’ thing hang there when nothin’ fuckin’ works.

“it’s not ‘bout how i see you, johnny,” ghost promises and it’s almost apologetic. “but you like sex. eventually, you’ll want it. and i can’t give it to you. easier to just… not let it get to that point.”

johnny’s jaw flexes. everything in him wants to reject it, wants to protest that something as trivial as an orgasm is more important to him than ghost.

but he also knows words are useless here.

they stand there looking out into the gathering dark, tense silence hanging between them, and the only thing johnny knows is if he isn’t careful, he could lose the one person he cares about most.

💀🧼

ghost’s been uneasy since his abrupt confession.

he knows it was sudden, borderline cruel to dump his shit on johnny with no warning but he just couldn’t take it anymore; couldn’t take the back and forth when he knew it would never go anywhere, couldn’t take johnny’s hope when he knew he’d have to watch it twist into disgust and pity.

into disappointment.

he figures that’s the end of it; there’ll be no more flirting now, no more staring or heated looks, no more teasing him by spreading his knees out just to see the flash of hunger in his eyes. the control he felt playing with johnny knowing it was welcome, just because he could- he’ll never feel that again. not now that johnny knows the truth.

then he steps into his room to find johnny laying naked on his bed.

he’s not spread out like an offering, not throwing him some cheap sultry glance as he plays with himself. he’s not even hard; his cock limp over the cradle of his balls, his legs bent loosely together, arms under his head as if he’s settling down for the night.

ghost sighs and shuts the door behind him. “johnny…”

“i know,” johnny says and it’s gentle; not cutting him off, just getting his attention. “just… hear me out?”

there’s nothing else to say. there’s nothing johnny can say or do to fix his violated body. but ghost still crosses his arms and leans back against the door like he can anyway.

johnny pushes himself up and off the bed, closing the distance between them but still giving him enough space to breathe; to open the door behind him, to escape.

“i can never know what was taken from you,” he starts and ghost’s fingers dig into his arms. “i can never know what it means to you. and i can never get it back.”

he doesn’t break eye contact and slowly lowers himself to his knees. “but i can give you something else.”

“you?” ghost guesses flatly and as much as it warms his blood, as much as he’s imagined having johnny look up at him just like this… it’s still not enough to offset the sickening swoop in his gut when his cock doesn’t so much as twitch.

“i’m a nice bonus,” johnny purrs but his smile remains gentle. “but i’m not the main event.”

he lifts a hand and ghost readies to smack it away when he reaches for his thigh holster instead of his belt. he flicks the closing strap open and pulls his handgun, his favourite, free.

“you told me you can’t fuck,” he murmurs, popping out the clip. he taps it against the side and loads it back in with a practiced hit with the butt of his palm. “but fucking isn’t all there is.”

“johnny, what…” ghost starts just to cut himself off as johnny thumbs off the safety and loads a round into the chamber.

“you trust me?” johnny asks and it’s as loaded as the gun in his hand.

good then, that ghost knows the answer. “always have.”

johnny’s smile blooms with warmth, with pride, and it chases away any reluctance he could possibly feel. he lets him take his hands in his, wrapping them around the gun with his finger on the trigger guard. he brings the barrel up beside his temple, holding it steady before his hands fall away.

until it’s only ghost between him and a bullet.

johnny’s hands go to his belt, his movements slow enough for ghost to stop him long before he reaches his cock, forever hanging limp in his pants. but he just rubs the muzzle along his temple, almost nuzzling him with the gun as he pulls down his jeans and boxers.

he waits for johnny to take him in hand, maybe try and pantomime a handy, and his hips almost recoil at the thought.

but he doesn’t try to touch him.

instead, he takes his wrist and guides the gun to sit in front of his cock; angling it to follow the same slight curve he has then holds his hands behind his back like he’s standing at attention. he splays his knees wide, sinking deeper and ghost sucks in a harsh breath as johnny ducks under the gun; his eyes locked on his as he curls his tongue under the barrel and brings it into his mouth.

it takes every ounce of will he has to not let his hand shake around the gun as johnny gives it the slowest, messiest blowjob he’s ever seen; slowly rising higher on his knees, guiding the gun up with him as if it’s his cock hardening. his cheeks hollow as he sucks, tongue laving up the barrel and flicking out to play with the muzzle like a cockhead, moaning with every bob of his head until saliva drips off the metal and makes a mess of his chin.

ghost’s never felt so powerful as he does watching johnny hang off the end of his gun; watching his cock harden and drool between his legs without a single touch, knowing he could pull the trigger at any time and johnny would not only let him but he’d thank him.

the thought breaks him from his paralysis, drawing the gun from his lips and johnny immediately stills; rolling his wide eyes up like he’s trying to check on him. ghost pushes every ounce of heat into his gaze and cocks the gun to the side, slowly pushing it back in until johnny’s lips meet the trigger guard.

johnny whines as he fucks his mouth, thrusting his hips along with each long drag like the gun is an extension of his body; almost too rough as tears prick his eyes and his lips redden and bruise but he never asks him to stop; his cock leaking a puddle on the floor beneath him.

“you gonna cum for me, johnny?” ghost croons, holding back a groan when just his voice is enough to make him shiver. “gonna cum with my fucking gun down your throat?”

he gives a broken whimper, as close to an agreement as he can make, and ghost crowds in close. he grips the base of his mohawk, wrenching his head back until his throat is flush to the front of his thigh. johnny lets out a choked cry, eyes rolling back and he doesn’t hold back as he brutally fucks his face; feeling the bulge of his gun in his throat against his leg.

“come on, johnny; you wanna be my good little holster?” he growls and makes sure he’s watching as his finger moves from the guard to the trigger. “then take my fucking load.”

he forces the gun as deep as he can and johnny gags, his shaking body locking up as he cums untouched; painting the floor and ghost’s boot, cock twitching and pulsing hard enough to bump against his belly and leave a string of cum threading from it to his cock.

ghost watches him spasm and moan, his throat convulsing around the gun and a heated knot of satisfaction tightens in his gut; so close to the memory of an orgasm, he’s almost dizzy with it.

johnny slumps forward, his hands slipping from behind his back, and ghost quickly flicks the safety back on and drops to his knees. he slides the gun away and pulls johnny forward to collapse into his chest, taking his weight off his knees; his whole body trembling with aftershocks.

“you’re crazy, johnny,” ghost whispers, awed, and feels him smile against his chest.

“aye,” he agrees, voice raspy from his gun scraping up his throat. “how else am i supposed to prove that i mean it?”

ghost tries not to tense up; tries not to let hope sink its cruel roots into his chest. “mean it?”

johnny pulls back, his cheeks still flushed and sticky with spilled tears. “i’m yours, ghost; in any and every way you’ll have me,” he promises. “sex or no sex. this can never happen again and i’ll still never stop wanting you. it doesn’t matter to me as much as you do. you’re everythin’ to me, ghost. not your body; not what you can give me. just you.”

a knot crowds in his throat. “and you needed to deep throat my pistol to prove that?” he deflects.

and just like always, johnny lets him. “worked, didn’t it?” he winks. “you fucked my brains out.”

ghost rolls his eyes to hide the softness he knows is flooding them and helps johnny up and gets him into his shower; cleaning him of the sweat and cum and spit covering his body.

that ghost covered his body in.

his chest hitches at the reminder as he strips himself down to a single layer and all but falls into bed, tugging johnny in after him when he hesitates just slightly at the edge of the bed; splaying his still naked body over him, sated and loose.

“i really do mean it,” johnny whispers into the crook of his neck sometime later; when their breaths have settled and synced.

ghost sweeps his fingers up and down the length of his spine, skin he’s never seen. skin he now knows every inch of. “i know you do,” he whispers back.

and for once, he thinks it might be enough.

[thefaeriefeatherdark]

I actually think Superboy and the Ravers is where the Emotional Entities peaked for me, and it predates the concept by like a decade.

Like Faust summons them and then immediately they refer to the Predator as magic and a demon.

And then the final arc is all about the main villain opening the gate to the Predator’s prison. And the Predator’s getting free is treated like, potentially the end of everything.

[verysmallcyborg]

i reached lvl 100 mch last night and i gotta say......i'm predictably in love with all the new mch animations/abilities, ESPECIALLY full metal field ehehehe

[theenemyod]

Magisterium post cannon AU where Alex survived and is just living in Aaron's head until he figured out what the fuck to do with himself.

He tried to stay hidden for a while but then Aaron had the weirdest, most fucked up, insane thought ever and Alex has to say something about it.

Also Alex getting fucking angry every time Aaron makes even a minor change to his body. Aaron tried to bleach his hair, Alex took control for about five seconds and tried to force Aaron to drink the bleach instead. Aaron got control back before he managed it.

And Alex just being angry or annoyed all the time then he sees just a random bit of Aaron's thoughts that Aaron tries to hide and gets worried.

[surriessecrets]

She holds the power the way the moon powers the waves. Just as the moon disappears while the sun kisses the mountains, she too will return when it is her time to once again to regain control of that which needs her.

[dead-or-alive-images]

Costumes 1, 2, and 3

DLC Featured:

DOA6 Character: Nyotengu

[motorghost]

Just a reminder that it is perfectly normal to enjoy old books, old movies, old tv shows, old fanfics. These things are made with the understanding that they will be enjoyed for the rest of time.

It boggles my mind that anyone would think otherwise. Maybe this is a result of the "feed" experience of "content," where it all just flows like a constant river and we're all expected to not only keep up with it but never go downriver to see what's come before?

Please don't let old media (especially fan works, which are already labors of love and require audience support via comments and sharing in order for all of fandom to thrive) wash away with the current.

[cryptidcrone]

Alcina @ Mia

[mother-chorizo]

One aspect of the story of Dune that the movies don't make super clear is that, before Paul, the Fremen already had a central leader figure in Liet Kynes. In the book, Kynes has a generations-long plan to gather enough water to transform the environment of Dune (this is why the Fremen have those big pools, they never get super clear about that), then retake the planet for the Fremen and create paradise. Paul showing up and then leaning into the whole Lisan al-Gaib bit pretty much directly gets Kynes killed, creating a power vacuum into which he assumes himself with the aid of his previously-unheard-of levels of white privilege. While Kynes was an ecologist, however, Paul comes from a family of colonial military aristocrats. All Paul can offer the Fremen is all he understands: revenge. Bloody revenge for everything they've endured in centuries of oppression by the Imperium, temporarily in line with the revenge he craves for the Imperium's attempts to control him and his family, and spiritually in line with the resentment built up all across this socially stagnant feudal space empire.

[ihatebrainstorm]

mmguhg pumped out some TF Bloodborne AU design ideas? idk probably gonna change designs more but a place holder for now bc im brainrotting so hard over some ideas rn and need to pump out sketches

Drift the White Crow: Kindly hunter of hunters who have lost themselves to bloodlust. Is old of age, but still swift and deadly. Is in good relations with the Healing Church.

Husk of Prowl: A strange sentient doll clearly created by one who clearly missed hunter Prowl's presence. Her left eye was shattered during her creation.

Immortal Vileblood Queen Starscream: Last of the vampiric Vileblood Royals, she awaits the day she can retake control and power over the region. (Yes the vilebloods are actually vampires in this au bc i said so)

[octoberautumnbox]

Consider: Yubin who's your seatmate and is very professional in school but every night at 10pm you get the raciest, sauciest, spiciest nudes from her with no warning

Hell Week

tripleS Gong Yubin & Male Reader

Categories/warnings: smut, that's p much all anyone needs to know i think

Word count: 5.5k holy shit

a/n: jeez howd it get this long :nolookk: oh btw i took some liberties with the prompt not that u care heres the fuckin yubin fic :DDDD

~~~

A hand lays itself on your shoulder, the sudden contact nearly making you jump. You turn around and find Yubin clutching a book to her chest with a gentle look on her features. Gesture over to the chair across from you, all the while trying to get your heart rate back under control. 

“My bad, didn't see you were locked in.” She gets into the chair left of you anyway and turns her book to the same page as yours. “How's it going?”

You stretch and groan to let out as much of your tiredness as you can, paying just a bit of mind to everyone else in the library doing pretty much the same. “Dunno. Around twenty minutes ago I accepted I'm retaking this class. What's up with you?”

She giggles while her eyes scan across the paragraphs talking about desert flora and types of precipitation. She rests her cheek on her palm, “I still have a bit of fight in me, but I'm losing hope. I was hoping I could borrow some from you.”

“Sorry, Yubin,” you whisper with every ounce of sympathy you had, “fresh out.” You return to your own book, yet all you do is run your eyes over the same page over and over without much staying in your head. 

A cursory look over to your left shows you scholar-mode Gong Yubin: focused, sharp, and serious. Not that it ever got in the way of you two being friends, but when she gets like this, you know better than to underestimate her–she's capable of plotting the downfall of kingdoms if she set her mind to it. 

However, at the same time, you notice her distress, then immediately notice how well she hides it. It's the same slight crease of her eyebrows in freshman orientation, after midterms in Linguistics 103, and when she finally stopped putting off Geology 102. The realization dawns on you: the situation is dire now that she asks for your help while she's like this, so how could you let her down now?

“Bet you I can score higher,” you challenge her. You have no good reason to issue such a proposition, but if it means giving her support how it matters, whatever embarrassing thing she'll make you do is more than worth it.

It piques her interest and a smile pulls up the corners of her lips. She side-eyes you with an excitement she didn't have just two minutes prior, and you know it worked. “If I win,” she announces as loud as she's allowed to, “make me thick tofu stew. The right way.” 

“Really? That's it?” Then you rebut with just as much fervor, “If I win, you do three of my essays in comparative lit next semester.”

“Now hold the fuck on,” she stumbles, her eyes grown wide and her smile grown toothy, “if you're gonna raise the stakes like that, I need to think of something else!”

Your phone and hers vibrate at the same time, and your screen reads “Get your ass over to Geog.” You both pack your bags and head off to your last Geology class before finals together, and as your book takes its place in the darkness of your backpack, “Fine, but I get to change mine too when I hear yours,” and the spring in her step as you walk tells you it's mission accomplished. 

~~~

In hindsight, it really wasn’t all that bad. The class review session your professor held that day helped you nail down just enough of whatever the fuck sleet might be, and while you're certain it isn't flying colors, your grade at least wouldn't be red. 

Coming out of the exam room, you spot Yubin just seconds before she finds you, and your good deed pays for itself as she skips to approach. 

“Got a good feeling?” There was no point in asking other than that you had to hear it from her, though the wide grin on her face was proof enough. 

“Yeah, I think barely,” she sways cutely from side to side, “and don't think you're off the hook!” She hits you light on the arm, and the most shining feature you can’t ignore is her eyebrows without any sign or symptom of the crease. 

“Not over ‘til the fat lady sings, Gong Yubin,” though you know she's already won. “Three whole essays against… Haven't you decided yet?”

“No, not yet, but the bet is still on!”

You relent, “Fine, fine. Anyway, Nakyoung’s treating the gang to drinks tonight. Wanna come?”

“Nah, busy. Laundry and stuff.” She shifts her weight from foot to foot, and you can tell she’s giddy about what her grade is going to turn out to be. It’s a sight for sore eyes, especially ones that have seen too many grainy tectonic plates and water cycle diagrams. “And why do you insist on full-naming her?”

“I know someone whose name sounds the exact same. As far as I’m concerned, our Nakyoung’s the other Naky.” You place your hand on the small of her back and lead her away from the doorway, and she walks with you without a second thought.

“Mean. You’ll have to introduce me to this first Naky, then.” You slide into rhythm with her gait, and it hits you just how relieved you are for Yubin’s worries to be over. 

It seems such a waste, you think, that laundry is the only thing keeping her away from celebrating, so as you walk out of the Social Sciences building, you bargain one more time: “We’ll be there all night, so just come by when you’re done. I speak for everyone when I say we want you to come, please?”

She giggles again, “I’ll see what I can do. It’s not like I don’t wanna be there, either. Plus,” she admits defeatedly, “we’re getting the results later, and God knows I’d rather not be alone when it comes.” 

~~~

“Hey, where's Yubin?” Nakyoung slings an arm around your shoulder and shoves another mug of beer into your hand. It's a welcome gesture, and it takes all of two and a half seconds for you to down half of it. 

“She has laundry,” you nearly shout back your reply above the music. “Said she'll drop by if she has time.”

Nakyoung makes to yell another reply right into your ear, but decides to pull you away into one of the quieter booths in the bar. “She's a goody-two-shoes, no? Laundry, oh please. Kaede hasn't done laundry in two years.” She takes a gulp of her own beer and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. 

“Hey. She studied her ass off for that test. I made a bet with her and it looks like she has high spirits, but I honestly dunno what I'd do if she fails.”

Your friend takes your chin up with her finger and you realize how pensive an expression was sitting on your face. “This is Gong Yubin. You know she'll kill it.” Nakyoung flashes a confident smile, and it reassures you almost more than your own trust in Yubin herself. “You drunk yet?”

“Nah, not getting shitfaced without Yubin.”

“Cute. You know she likes you too?” 

“Go fuck yourself, Nakyoung. Go steal Seoyeon's boyfriend while you're at it.”

“I wish; she has him under lock and key. But I wouldn't really mind both of them,” she muses, eyeing Seoyeon in the middle of the dancefloor. 

Just then, the devil strolls in through the front door. “Hi! You weren't kidding, it's really loud in here,” Yubin exclaims with her hands shielding her ears as she adjusts to the noise.

She takes Nakyoung's seat–you whip your head around and find Nakyoung at the dancefloor, with Seoyeon grinding against her–and picks up Nakyoung's old mug. She takes a careful sip and ends it with a relieved ahhhh, before setting it back down and getting to business. She leans in like keeping a secret, though she can't hide her toothy grin. “Have you seen your grade yet?”

“It's out?!” You fumble for your phone, and the second it lights up, cold runs through your veins–the email notification is the first thing at the top of the screen. Meanwhile, Yubin calmly slides her phone across the table to you. She asks “I read yours, you read mine?” with the sweetest smile on her face, again with the slight crease on her eyebrows.

Calm your nerves, silence the alarms blaring in your head. You know she did well, absolutely certain. However, it still doesn't soothe you enough; not until you see the grades for yourself. So, as your thumb hovers over her email, your heart nearly beats out of your chest, only to see–

“You got 87 percent,” Yubin states in the blandest, matter-of-fact tone you've ever heard. Her eyes move left and right over the same spot on your phone, making ultimate certain that she's reading it right. Once she is, her tone softens just enough, “Yeah, 87 percent. Wow, that's good,” she sighs with relief, “... Hard to beat.”

Now her turn, you peek at her score. doing the same making sure, and then some. When you read it for the fifth time, you kick yourself mentally for being so worried and having such little trust in the genius that is Gong Yubin. “Goddamn, 95 percent.”

Her eyes widen like sinkholes as her hand flies to cover her mouth. It almost doesn't matter that you hand her back her phone; she snatches it back anyway. Her disbelief chips away at itself with every run through of the email she reads for herself, and when she's finally done, returns her shocked gaze back to you.

“You were that scared of three essays?” you joke. The beer tastes sweeter now that your worries have gone, and as if all six septillion kilograms of the world is off your shoulders. 

“No, three essays is easy,” she taunts, but immediately her voice takes on a gentler tone, “so I win, right?”

You scoff at her haughtiness, but your relief triumphs over all. “Yeah, whatever. What do you want?”

“... I wanna go home. This is enough excitement for one day.”

“Alright, let me take you. Tell me in the cab what you want for winning, though?”

“Sure,” she says with a tiny smile.

~~~

“So,” she declares. She catches her breath, and her face is overcome with a subtle red flush, “about the bet.”

“Yeah, about the bet.”

“I want…” and she hesitates. The cab runs over a mild speed bump, and the resulting sway seemingly knocks her completely out of focus. She gathers her resolve once more, as if every time she tries to speak she drops it and has to pick it up again. 

“You want…?”

It's a good couple minutes of her breathing heavily, and your concern shows itself for her and whatever she has planned for you.

“Is it illegal? What could possibly be so bad that you're hesitating this much?”

“No, no, shut up. I'm working on it.” She takes one last deep breath, even placing a hand on her heart to steady it. “I want… a cum tribute.”

“... A cum tribute.”

“Yes.”

“You want me to…?”

“I'll send you a photo. And do it on that.”

“You want a photo of–”

“Video.”

“You–video?”

“I want a video. Of you. Cumming on a photo. My photo. I'll send it to you.”

There's no way the cab driver doesn't think this is weird. Then again, he has an earphone in, so he might not be listening in at all. You get the feeling Yubin doesn't care either way, completely focused on you. 

“... Alright. You want it this bad, fine.”

“Good. Um,” she follows, “sorry in advance. It's gonna be my first time… taking a photo like this.” She refocuses her attention to the buildings whizzing by outside as she says it, the telltale sign the conversation is over. Still, it lingers in your head for a little while: Yubin's first time. 

~~~

“Look, I'm sorry,” she sighs, “just come up with me? Please?”

You're standing with her outside her dorm, all the while the meter ticks away in the cab. The driver waits expectantly inside for you to get back, but Yubin's fingers wrapped around your sleeve make for a very difficult decision. 

“Okay, okay, just let me pay the cab driver,” you concede, but as soon as you sum up the fare, Yubin snatches it from you and brings it over herself. She and the driver exchange a few words, ending with her waving him off and him leaving her in the dust. She waddles back with her signature grin: the one that tries and fails to hide her excitement. 

“Can I just ask why you want it so bad?”

She shakes her head, “Nope. Now shush,” as you both make the now-silent trek up the four flights of stairs to her floor and room. 

Upon entering, you immediately notice it's nicer than most dorm rooms: huge space, carpet floors, a big window, and two double-size beds, not to mention its own bathroom. It makes you stop and wonder if you ever glossed over any signs that Yubin or her family might come from old money.

“Uhh, give me a few minutes to get ready. The bed on the right is mine, make yourself at home. WiFi password by the light switch. Kaede doesn't like her stuff messed with, so steer clear.” Yubin then disappears into the bathroom, and you lay yourself down on her bed. You're made aware of how you sink comfortably into the memory foam, and of the disarming fragrance that wafts from her bedsheets and pillowcases. She's always smelled like this, you recall, but it's rather nice, you finally admit. 

“Hey,” Yubin attempts. She sits on the edge of her bed next to you, wearing a set of pajamas and no makeup at all. You always knew Yubin was a pretty girl, God knows how many times she's been asked out, but seeing her like this is new; her allure draws you in with a smile and an embrace. Shit, was Nakyoung right? Do you like her? 

“So… How do you want me?” She avoids your eyes and touches her fingertips together, a blush forming on her cheeks. 

“Do you… Do you have a tie?”

Her ears perk up, “Yeah, hold on,” and she retrieves a thin, striped necktie from her dresser. She places it around her neck, her fingers delicately maneuvering the fabric into an intricate-looking knot, and when she's done, she presents herself to you. 

“Take off your top, Yubin,” you tell her, and she hands you her phone with the camera already on. Point it at her, making sure the flash is off, and start taking pictures one by one. 

She pushes aside the tie and fiddles with the top button. It's effortless how she undoes it, and she pulls the collar apart to show you more of her. She unbuttons the next, then the next, all the while showing you her smooth skin. With half the buttons undone, she shows off her chest, showing nothing but skin underneath her top.

You take a moment to catch your breath, swallow your spit. “Are you sure about this, Yubin?” 

“Yeah… Just keep going, please.” She undoes her fifth button at the very bottom, revealing her midriff and making you salivate. Must be heaven to kiss her there, when she snaps you out of it, “Are you still taking pictures?” Am I that distracting?” Look up to her, find her with the same sweet smile on her face but with a new blush decorating her cheeks.

Her last button is her fourth, and it's undone before you know it. She keeps her pajama top on a little bit longer, covering her chest a little bit more, and finally she shrugs it off one shoulder. It's nothing but everything all at once, and the split second your self-control wavers is the exact moment you leap in.

You drop her phone somewhere on the mattress; both your hands grip her shoulders as your lips capture hers. She leans into the kiss, wrapping her fingers on the back of your neck, and tiny moans escape her amidst smooches that get louder the hungrier she gets. 

Pull the top off her other shoulder, and she finally strips it all off. However, you can't even enjoy the sight, not yet, as you draft down from her lips to her slender neck, leaving a trail of kisses on your way. She runs her fingers through your hair before holding you in place, all the while leading your free hand to her chest. 

She sucks air in through her teeth, “That's really good, just like that…” she moans as her head tilts to allow more access to her neck. The scent of her shampoo fills your nostrils and you feel yourself getting addicted, but not as much as to the softness of her skin. 

She pulls you down onto the bed, and you find yourself leaning over her. Yubin lies under you, watching you intently and waiting for what you'll do next. Her tie sits right in the valley of her tits, and it drives you wild. Take a nipple in between your teeth while you fondle her other breast. She breathes heavy in pleasure, wordlessly asking for more and more of your attention and love. Her fist closes on your hair as she pushes you further onto her chest, her other hand hopelessly tugging on your pants.

It's all the message you need from her: your pants go, then your underwear, then everything else. Your cock stands hard in her sights, and the way her fingers wrap around your length is nothing short of heaven. 

“Do… do you wanna do it with me?” Her question is purely innocent, without a single hint of malice in her voice. She rubs your shaft slowly, sending waves of tantalizing pleasure throughout your whole body.

“Do you have condoms?”

“... Kaede will forgive me.” She crawls down the ladder, picks out a square plastic wrapper from her roommate's dresser, and hurries to get back to you. The smile on her face as she comes up the ladder again is one of, if not the most beautiful things you've ever seen. 

You guide her as she puts the condom on you, and the sensation of her fingers gently unrolling the rubber along your length only makes you more impatient. Finally, you hook your fingers on the garter of her pajama bottoms, and she lifts her hips to accommodate you. The fabric slides off her so easily, revealing her long, smooth legs that she seems desperate to have you in between of. 

“Go easy, okay? I told you…” 

“Yeah, your first time. I'll take care of you,” you reassure her. Line up your throbbing cock against her slick heat, feel her palm on your cheek, watch her flash that killer smile again. She bites her lip, and while you know it isn't on purpose, it makes her look sexier all the same. 

Slide your cock into her, making sure to go slow. She shuts her eyes harder with every inch she takes of you, and when she moves her hands to your forearms and grips tight, it reminds you like a looping cycle: “Go easy, go easy.”

So you go slow and steady, staving off your lust for the woman giving herself to you. Each thrust into her sex is careful and calculated, though by the second you feel your calculations going awry. She pants at every good spot in her cavern you happen to drag across, earning her little admissions of newly found pleasure in the form of mewls and moans like a song you’d never tire of. 

“Faster, please…? You’re so–ugh, fuck…” And the way she pleads flips a switch in you; plant your elbows into the memory foam on either side of her head while she takes your face in her hands. Yubin pulls you in for a kiss and it means the world to her when you grow careless with your lovemaking.

“Fuck, fuck, not too fast, just right, mmm,” each time you push into her cunt. The way she mumbles sweet nothings into your ear, the way she holds on for dear life and leaves scratches all the way down your back, she takes up every single thought going through your head: Yubin, Yubin, Yubin…

You scarcely notice how she's scratching your harder, gripping you tighter, grinding against you faster–it’s much too late to finally hear her warning, “I'm close, I'm close, oh fuck, fuck, aaahhhh!” as she explodes with you still inside her. Her pussy clenches around your cock in all the best ways, and you savor the feeling as she rides out her orgasm. Her knuckles turn white as she grips you by the shoulders, though all you can see is how her tits bounce with every jerk that runs through her body. Yubin's eyes roll to the back of her head and her mouth hangs open, a prolonged, deep moan gracing your ears as she ambles closer and closer to spent. 

Take a moment, let her breathe. Every gasp of air in her lungs is like a blessing, and each one steadily brings her from beyond heaven back to you. Her hands fall to her sides as she pants out her delirium and replaces it with tiredness, and once she's stable she flashes you that killer smile again. It pulls on the corners of her mouth, showing the tiniest amount of teeth, though her eyes are nowhere near open. Plant a kiss on her cheek, then her neck, then receive her giggles once you stay and rest right on her pulse. 

“You good? Still alive?”

All she can do is nod, having had every last ounce of her strength sapped. She lays motionless under you, save for her chest rising and falling with her breathing, and you know she looks to you for comfort and security. You take another moment to bask in her afterglow; she's never looked more gorgeous. 

“Hey,” she whispers, and you swear it's the most tired you've ever heard her, or anyone for that matter. “You good?”

“Yeah, I'm okay. Are you sure you're good?”

“Yeah. Thank you.” She pulls you back down and plants a kiss on your cheek. Her lips linger for a second, as if she's taking in your scent made hers. You stay like this for a good while, just enjoying each other's presence, relishing in the warmth of a body that gave itself up for the other. You don't even notice when you slumped over onto the mattress beside her, but her head on your chest felt like the rightest thing in the world.

“We're not done, by the way,” she prods.

“What? Why not? Aren't you tired?”

“‘Tired’ isn't part of the bet. I still want that tribute.”

And you remember, you have a job to do, a debt to pay. It’s between your common sense and your lust for the hottest girl in the world right now, and there is a clear winner. 

Pull back from her, off of the bed, and plant your feet on the floor. Firm and resolute, tell her: “Fine, on your knees.” The flush on her face deepens to an igneous red, and she scrambles to the floor in front of you.

“You're so pretty, Yubin,” you muse as you point her camera back to her face. Make sure the flash is off, and once you push the big red button to record, your other hand immediately takes her cheek and guides her to your tip. 

Yubin's eyes flutter shut as she inches her lips closer and closer to your cock. The first contact is heavenly; just gentle kisses and licks from a complete novice pretending to be an expert at this sort of stuff. The way her tongue glides over your shaft, the way she plants kisses all over your cock with the tiniest sucks, the way she does all of this with her eyes gracefully shut makes for a killer video for her to get off to later. A blowjob from a girl like this comes once in a lifetime, so you resolve to give her everything she'd ever want from a tribute like this. 

A moan escapes you, and she picks up that she's doing it right. With your subconscious approval, the hand on her cheek pulling further her in, she takes your tip in her mouth. Her tongue works overtime in running all over the head, paying special attention to your slit, making absolutely sure her spit coats wherever she can reach. She takes in more and more of your shaft, pressing her tongue on the underside of your cock as she does, all the while her cheeks hollow out like her life depends on it. 

Tiny vibrations from her throat only add to the pleasure, sending shivers up your spine and your hand to the back of her head. For the first time, she opens her eyes, and the sight is something to behold: she looks up at you with the biggest, roundest, most pleading eyes, the epitome of cuteness if not for your cock she oh-so-diligently services to get what she wants. 

Yubin takes you in just a bit deeper, slightly turning her head and savoring the way your length fills her mouth, when you hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag. She pulls back abruptly as a tear forms in the corner of her eye, and you have half a mind to pull out entirely to make sure she's okay. Instead, she never lets you–she takes your cock again, shooting you another pleading look before she shuts her eyes and bobs her head onto your cock again and again. 

Luckily, you pick up on her message; Snake your fingers through her hair, grab a fistful, make her yours. A moan rises from her throat once again, and she steadies herself with her hands on your thighs in preparation. She's ready. 

Pull her in as far as she can take, and it's a good most of your shaft before she gags again. Offer her no breathing room, bob her head onto your cock over and over, all the while more of her slobber coats your length, some of it falling off her lips and onto her chest and lap. She never fights, only takes–soon the gagging is replaced by an obedient, rhythmic gluck-gluck-gluck than you're sure even she'd find hot if she could think straight. Instead, her phone picks up every sight and sound for her to enjoy later, while you both enjoy each other now. 

It's everything all at once: the sight of Gong Yubin's plump, sexy lips around your shaft, the feeling of her tongue relentlessly dragging over every inch of your cock, the sound of your tip meeting her throat again and again while her groans fight their way out. “Yubin… I'm close,” you confess, but with her eyes still shut and her tongue still going crazy all over you, you don't think she heard. So make the decision yourself: yank her hard off your cock, rub your shaft right against her delicious lips. Once she exits her daze, she takes your dick in her hand and rubs all across the length. Tears fall from the corner of her eyes and her lips give off the slightest tremble, but she's resolute in what she wants to earn from you. 

It takes no time at all until you reach your limit. It's the best handjob anyone has ever probably given, but it's that one last kiss from her, right on your tip, that sends you over the edge. One last groan, one last jerk, one last tug of her hair, and your orgasm hits. Your cum shoots out in ropes, all landing on her face and tits. She's determined to receive everything from you, so it's only right to give her exactly what she wants. She shuts her eyes again, but her mouth stays wide open to catch whatever she can of it–she never stops jerking you off even as your cum falls onto her eyelids, her nose bridge, her forehead, her chin. Yubin savors every moment and every drop, burning the memory of bliss into her mind as you coat her face with your love. 

Your orgasm finally dies down, and you realize just how much she squeezed out of you. You're sure no one has ever looked lewder, your cum smeared all over her face, yet she proves you wrong when she picks up a fingerful of it to take into her mouth. She licks her lips, apparently loving the taste, while you love the sight of her acting so sultry for you. 

Stumble back onto the bed, take Yubin with you. Both of you are out of strength, breathing heavy, and in the middle of processing that you just painted her face with cum–that she asked you to paint her face with cum. You barely notice the stars swirling in your eyes, but your sense of the situation comes back just quick enough to avoid things getting awkward. 

“I think I wanna shower, so you should wash up first,” you mumble, still staring at her beige ceiling, and you can feel she's panting and doing the same without even seeing her. 

Wordlessly she gets up and her carpet-muffled footsteps grow quieter as she heads to the bathroom. A door shuts, a handle creaks, a shower gushes to life. Your brain sits idle, making no attempts to form thoughts other than acknowledging the shower turning off and on while she bathes. It's calming in its own way, you suppose–taking a bath is one of the normalest things in the world–as if what you just did with her was a close runner-up. 

An unknowable amount of time passes, and a fresh, citrus-scented Yubin emerges from the bathroom again. She dries her hair with her towel as she makes her way to her hair blower, but not before shooting you a gorgeous smile and a head tilt to the bathroom to let you know it's your turn. 

~~~

Leaving the bathroom yourself, you find a dark bedroom, save only for a yellow lamp shining against a nearby wall. Yubin is sitting up in her bed and scrolling on her phone, and once she spots you, she beckons you over.

“Look, funny,” she whispers with a giggle, and she shows you a clip of a guy much too excited about a truck looking like Optimus Prime. 

“Yeah. Hey, listen, I'm pretty tired,” you attempt. In no way is this a lie, and you're sure she's tired too. You bet she wants nothing more than to finally go to sleep and end what should be a perfect night on a high note. 

“Totally,” she agrees, “come on in. It's cold.” She lifts up the covers and looks over to you expectantly. Not that it dumbfounds you, but it throws you for a slight loop; she literally just said it was cold. 

“Wh– I'm heading out, is what I mean. You should get your rest, too.”

Yubin's eyes take on a softer expression, “Oh, you're not staying over?”

“... Did you want me to?”

“Yeah…?”

Your eyes lock with hers for what seems like half a second and a million hours at the same time. You're stuck in place, still in a stalemate of a staring contest with her, and you're not sure even she knows what the two of you want out of the situation. Her expression turns into one of concern, and her arm holding up the covers falters just a bit. Fuck, you think, window's closing.

Make your choice, have no regrets. Get in the covers with her, and she lets them drop to snuggle up to you. Once the both of you settle, her head on your chest and yours on one of the fluffiest pillows in the world, she blurts out quietly: “You fucked up, you know.”

She navigates to her gallery and finds your video of her, and skips to a part near the end. “Your dumb ass stopped recording just as you were about to cum.” And the video did show that: Yubin rubbing your cock, eyes shut, tongue out and ready for your load, and the video stops. 

“Shit, sorry–” 

“This wasn't the bet. I wanted a cum tribute, not a facial. You need to send me a proper one,” she muses, “or take a proper video.”

Now that stuns you. You wonder how interesting her ceiling is for you to stare at it so much, but she snaps you out of it partway through by snaking a hand up your shirt and settling it right above your heart. Reciprocate–it only feels right–wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her even closer. An exhale from both of you, and one last exchange of words: 

“Okay. Tomorrow?”

“Can you go again that soon?”

“If it's you, of course.”

“Don't guys need to recharge?”

“... I'll handle it.”

~~~

[whatidonthaveanyhomework]

Enjoying the view?

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary: basically Natasha takes care of you after a long day (with sex)

Warnings: smut, dom Natasha, sub reader, degradation, mommy kink, biting(?), slight overstimulation, aftercare, subspace

A/N: I’ve never written anything before so idk how good this is, please don’t be mean to me

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You stumble into your house, tired from your day at work. You had overslept and spent the entire day running from meeting to meeting. All you really wanted to do was come home and spend time with your girlfriend. As you step into the house, you’re greeted with the scent of pizza in the oven. In the kitchen you find Natasha tossing a bagged salad. As you enter the room she comes over to you and leans in for a kiss. 

“Hi detka,” she mumbles against your lips, pulling you into a tight embrace. You breathe in the scent of her shampoo, reveling in the soft domesticity of the moment. 

“Hi love,” you respond, as Natasha pulls back, placing another quick kiss on your lips before returning to her salad. 

“How was your day?” She asks, pouring the salad dressing packet into her salad as you lean against the island in your kitchen. You sigh and roll your eyes. 

“Well, I woke up and my girlfriend wasn’t there to kiss me, and then I nearly missed the bus, and then Steve sent me to all my meetings and then all of Wanda’s since she’s on sick leave, and I got curry on my pants at lunch,” you complain. Natasha gives the salad a final toss before pulling you into another hug, her hand rubbing comforting circles on your back. 

“I’m sorry angel. That’s exhausting,” she consoles and you nod, pulling her body closer to yours.

The timer on the pizza beeps, and Natasha pulls away, placing an apologetic kiss on your hairline. She takes the pizza out of the oven, and the two of you set the table to eat. 

During dinner, Natasha keeps close to you, always in physical contact with you in some way. You lean into it, grateful for the comfort in your tired state. After dinner, the two of you head upstairs to shower before getting in bed. You climb into the shower and take turns washing each other before changing into pajamas and climbing in bed together to watch a show. 

Climbing into bed, Natasha pulls you onto her lap, holding you against her body tightly. You place your head on her shoulder to admire your girlfriend, noticing her soft lips and ample cleavage her tank top provides. You breathe in her scent, mostly ignoring the show you’ve both seen a million times. 

Natasha looks down at you, an amused smile gracing her lips. 

“Enjoying the view?” She teases and you blush, casting your eyes downward, and nod. 

“Yes Natty,” you say, suddenly very shy. Natasha chuckles softly, lifting your chin with a single finger to meet her gaze. You look into her eyes, and see them darken, heat pooling at your core. Natasha pulls you in, lips meeting. 

The kiss starts soft, but quickly turns more passionate as Natasha takes control, forcing your tongue back into your mouth. You moan softly at the sensation, and Natasha pulls you impossibly closer, her fingers tangling in your hair as the other hand grips your waist. 

Throwing your arms around her neck, you move to straddle your girlfriend’s lap. Natasha trails kisses down your neck, and you sigh at the sensation. She finds your pulse point and sucks on it, leaving a mark. You whimper, wanting more. 

“Oh darling, is someone needy?” She asks in a condescending tone that goes straight to your core. “I need words, detka,” she says, as you try to retake control over your voice. 

“Yes.” You whine, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. 

“Well, I guess we should do something about that, shouldn't we detka?” She asks, her voice dropping an octave. You nod adamantly as she maneuvers the two of you so that the two of you are laying on the bed, with her on top of you, straddling your waist. Natasha yanks your (her) shirt off your chest, which she quickly follows with her own. 

Your mind goes fuzzy at the sight of your girlfriend shirtless on top of you, and you nearly moan when she grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, leaning down to kiss you again. 

The kiss is all tongue and teeth and you groan as Natasha bits softly on your bottom lip. 

“Oh, does my babygirl like it when I bite her?” She asks. 

“Yes Mommy,” you sigh out, desperate for her to touch you. Mercifully, she also seems desperate to move her touch lower, and runs one of her hands over your chest, rolling your nipple between her fingers. 

“Fuck,” you cry, back arching up into her body and squeezing your legs together to try to aliviate the ache. Natasha lightly slaps your chest, and you can feel more arousal pooling in your underwear. 

“Watch your language detka,” she commands. “Only good girls get to come.” You nod, breaking eye contact. 

“‘M sorry Mommy. I’ll be good,” you say, and are rewarded a moment later by Natasha’s mouth on your chest as her hands travel down to your stomach, tracing random patterns there before following lower, lifting your hips to pull your pajama pants off. 

She pulls your legs open, dragging her nails lightly down the inside of your thighs. Bringing her hand further up, she ghosts her fingers against your folds over top of your underwear before pressing softly on your clit. You whine, but hold still, knowing Natasha won’t take kindly to you chasing her fingers. 

“Please touch me,” you wine, earning a low chuckle as the redhead slips your underwear off and starts lightly rubbing circles around your clit. You whimper, rolling your hips lightly against her finger. 

“Hold on a second sweetheart.” She said, removing her hand from your clit and planting an apologetic kiss on your lips. You grumble at the loss of friction, pressing your legs together to try to alleviate the ache between them as Natasha rummaged through her nightstand drawers.

“Ah ah keep those legs open for me love,” Natasha said, yanking her harness over her hips. You pull them apart again, whining.

“None of that sweet girl. Let Mommy take care of you,” she said, teasing your entrance with the tip of her strap before sinking into you. You let out a strangled moan. 

“Oh baby do you like that?” Natasha teases, thrusting into you hard and deep. 

“Y-yes Mommy,” you respond, eyes rolling back in your head as you hold the sheets below you in a death grip in an attempt to ground yourself. Natasha speeds up, enjoying your desperate state. You bite your lip, trying not to scream as the pleasure mounts inside you. 

“Ohh baby you look so pretty falling apart for mommy,” Natasha says. She leans down over you, grabbing one of your boobs to gain leverage so she could thrust harder into you. 

“Mommyyyyy,” you moan out. 

“What do you need, princess?” She asks, leaning closer to ghost your mouth. 

“C-can you please bite me?” You ask, your breathing speeding up as you approach your climax. 

“Aww, my dirty girl wants to be bitten?” Natasha mocks, kissing your neck lightly. 

“Please mommy I’m so close I’m so close please bite me,” you cry out. 

“Ok honey, you can come whenever you like,” Natasha says. She bites the juncture between your neck and your shoulder, and the coil in your stomach snaps. Pleasure washes over you, and you cry out, clinging onto Natasha. However, Natasha keeps going. 

“M-mommy what are you doing?” You ask, the overstimulation a little much. 

“Mmh-sorry princess mommy’s just so close,” Natasha says, her hips becoming erratic as the strap slams into you, hitting her clit just right. A couple seconds later, she lets out a low groan as she grips you tightly, coming. Then she collapses on top of you. 

You lay there together for a couple seconds before Natasha pulls you into a soft kiss. 

“Are you ok angel?” Natasha asks, softly tracing her hands across your body. 

“Of course mommy,” you say, pulling her back on top of you, just needing to feel her skin on yours. 

“Ok good. You did so well.” She praises, stroking your hair. The two of you stay there for a while, holding each other, before Natasha starts to pull away again. You tighten your grip on her, confused as to why she’s moving. 

“I’m sorry baby girl I have to pull out so we can clean up for bed,” Natasha says, and you reluctantly let her pull away and out, grimacing. 

“Ssh it’s ok baby,” Natasha coos, pulling you back into her arms and picking you up to carry you to the bathroom. She gently wipes between your legs with a wet washcloth, and then proceeds to lovingly wash your face and do your skincare routine for you. You lean into her touch, dimly aware of what’s happening, until you feel her place something in your hand. 

“Hey babygirl,” Natasha says as she sees your eyes focus on her. “Can you brush your teeth for me?”

You nod, lazily running the toothbrush across your teeth, as your girlfriend quickly gets herself ready for bed. She then takes the toothbrush from you, and a few moments later she’s hoisting you up and taking you to bed. She tucks you in before cuddling up behind you. 

“Night angel,” she whispers, kissing the side of your head.

“Mmm love you,” you mumble. 

“Love you too sweet girl.”

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thx for reading, pls don’t plagiarize me

[alienguts]

Cocoon (Bruce Wayne x f!Reader)

Summary: Bruce and Y/N take things one step further and a little hotter.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, first-time sex, inexperienced reader, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, body worship, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control, bruce had the snip but it's not mentioned) reassurance, tooth-rotting fluff.

Request?: No

A/N: it's finally here!! enjoy, you horndogs

1 - Picking Up the Pieces | 2 - Kintsugi | 3 - Stay with Me | 4 - Cocoon | 5 - Don't Go | 6 - Finale

It had been a year since Bruce had been left at the altar, a year since he’d shown up at Y/N’s apartment for someone to talk to, a year since he’d taken her out to lunch to make up for it. 

A year since he’d first kissed her.

Although they hadn’t used any specific words to describe each other, the world saw Bruce and Y/N as a couple. They were frequently photographed together, gossip columns wrote about their relationship, the boys constantly asked her to come over to the mansion, and even Alfred had started treating her like his daughter-in-law.

All was going well for the two of them, but there was just one last hurdle that Y/N was having some difficulty with. One that she found a little embarrassing.

While Y/N was definitely not a virgin, she was still rather inexperienced in the bedroom and had a few bad experiences but the thought of being intimate with another person made her nervous. 

The thought of being intimate with Bruce made her almost terrified. And she had no idea why.

She wanted to sleep with him, so much it was driving her crazy. The thought of his large, muscular body pressing her into the mattress kept her up some nights and seeped into her dreams on others. They were always so vivid, she could feel his warm skin on hers, smell his cologne, hear his voice and feel how he moved inside her, driving her body wilder and wilder.

Until she woke up, that is. Unfortunately, they were just dreams. Wonderful dreams that left her soaking wet when she woke up, but still just dreams. And she wanted those dreams to come true, so badly that it twisted her heart and left her unsatisfied with just her fingers or toys. She had to know what he felt like, what he tasted like, everything.

If Y/N hadn’t thought she was crazy for Bruce she was certainly insane for him now.

She hadn’t told Bruce how she felt, but in his own special Bruce way, he just knew. Thankfully, he’d been completely understanding and never pushed her into doing anything, but she was tired of not being ready. She’d started retaking her birth control, stocked up on condoms, and put ‘Operation Get Laid’ in action.

When she’d gotten a text from Bruce asking if she wanted to come over, she immediately replied ‘yes’, took the longest shower of her life, styled her hair, sprayed her best perfume, and picked out her fanciest lingerie to go underneath her sweater and jeans. It wasn’t exactly a ‘date’, but most of Y/N’s visits to Wayne Manor these days ended with the two of them making out like teenagers until her nerves butted in.No more getting scared, she told herself as she put on her jacket and gave herself one last look over in the bedroom mirror before heading off.

Y/N arrived at the Manor after the boys had gone out for patrol and Alfred was already in the Cave watching the comms, leaving her completely alone with Bruce. Her heart started racing as soon as she pressed the doorbell and didn’t get much slower once Bruce opened the door.

“Hi,” she breathed as she smiled at him.

“Hi,” he said and returned her smile as he opened the door wider to let her in.

She could smell his shower products as she brushed past him and immediately wanted to bury her face in his chest. The outfit he wore was relatively simple - a plain navy sweater and jeans - but to her he’d never looked more handsome. She’d seen him in his fancy suits and knew how uncomfortable they made him at times, so knowing that he was so comfortable around her made her heart flutter. It didn’t matter how hard he leaned into his Bruce Wayne persona, she always saw him as just Bruce, her childhood best friend. 

And the man she was hopelessly in love with.

“How’s your day been so far?” Bruce asked as he took her jacket from her, his fingers brushing against her shoulders.

“Just the same as any other day,” she said, lying about how much preparation she’d put into just coming over.

Y/N fought off a shiver when she felt him standing so close behind her and resisted the urge to lean back into him. Even after a year of holding and touching each other, she was still nervous to initiate things, no matter how comfortable Bruce was with touching her. If she was a more forward person, just a little braver, she would let him ravish her then and there, but she thought Bruce was too much of a gentleman for that kind of thing.

She’d reached down to take her shoes off, and as soon as she stood up straight she felt him standing even closer behind her, his chest almost flush with her back. Her breath caught in her throat when he gently wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. His body was so warm against hers that she felt like she could just melt into him.

Even when his hugs were completely platonic, being in Bruce’s arms was like being completely enveloped in warmth. He was all hard muscle but he kept his touches soft and gentle, as if he was afraid to squeeze her too hard in case he broke her. Y/N wished she could stay in his arms forever, safe and warm and loved.

He bent down slightly and rested his cheek on the top of her head as he gently squeezed her waist. She felt his chest expand slowly as he breathed in the scent of her hair products and shampoo and fought back a shiver when he exhaled again. 

She thought it was over too soon when he lifted his face from her head, only to feel his lips against her temple. His breath brushed her skin as he softly kissed her, letting his lips linger against her.

“I missed you,” he mumbled against her hot skin before kissing her temple again.

Y/N turned around in his arms and stood on her toes to wrap her arms around his shoulders.

“I missed you too,” she whispered as she rested her forehead against his, the height difference making her stretch up to meet him.

Bruce gently pressed his lips to hers, making warmth spread through her body. It was just one gentle little kiss - just him saying ‘hello’ to her - but it felt right. Like this was how they were always supposed to be; kissing each other ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’, telling each other how much they missed each other.

Y/N whimpered softly when he slipped his tongue into her mouth and his hand under her sweater, letting him explore her more. His large palm stroked up and down her skin, sending shivers through her body as he pulled her further into him. She continued to kiss him back, tangling her fingers in his hair as she started to get that familiar ache between her legs, the one that called out for him and clouded her thoughts.

But it was all over too soon.

Bruce slowly pulled away from her, taking his hand out of her sweater and placing it back on her hip before leading her away from the front door. Y/N felt like her legs were made of lead, but she still forced them to move. With her hand wrapped in his, he led her through the Manor and into the giant kitchen, where dinner had already been prepared and plated up for them.

“I see Alfred’s been busy,” she said as she took in the meal before them.

“I wanted to make something myself, but he insisted,” Bruce said sheepishly as he pulled a chair out at the kitchen table for her to sit down.

Y/N laughed softly, knowing very well how much of a disaster Bruce was in the kitchen. She would have even been happy helping him make food, but Alfred’s cooking was always just as good as any Michelin-star restaurant that Bruce could have taken her to.

The night had gone well: Bruce and Y/N ate dinner, talked about what they’d both been up to since the last time they’d seen each other and settled in front of the TV. But instead of watching something, their time was better spent getting more physically acquainted with each other.

Y/N had freshened up a little after dinner, but now what little lipstick she’d applied had been completely smeared off onto Bruce’s face. Her body thrummed with desire for him, and the ache between her legs only grew stronger and stronger as she fought the urge to grind against him as she lay nestled between his legs.

She could feel that he was getting hard beneath her and wanted so badly to stroke him through his jeans, but she still didn’t want to come across as too forward so settled for resting her hands on his chest instead. That nervous streak was building up inside her, but she forced it back down, like a bad dog that needed to be trained.

This is what you wanted, she told herself. Stop being scared.

She briefly broke away from him to catch her breath and shuffled up to sit in his lap, her palms cradling his face. Before she kissed him again, she took a good look at Bruce; his dark hair was tousled from her fingers, his lips parted and swollen from being kissed, his pupils blown wide with desire, and a blush crept across his cheeks as he breathed deeply, clearly needing to catch his breath too.

He was so beautiful, just the sight of him made her want to melt into a puddle right there in his lap. In fact, she’d felt herself get so wet that she felt like a puddle already. And she was sure she could feel him getting hard underneath her.

Bruce took hold of her hips and gently pushed her down and forward in his lap, guiding her to slowly grind against him. She followed his lead and slowly rolled her hips against him, the friction of her jeans providing the perfect amount of friction as she felt his cock harden more with every stroke of her hips.

“Is this okay?” he asked her softly, his voice rolling deep in his chest as he trailed his hand from her hip and around her stomach, his fingertips gently stroking her skin.

“Yes,” she said, her voice barely a whisper as she took hold of his wrist and guided him to continue touching her.

She felt like she was on fire, every touch of his fingers on her spread more and more warmth throughout her body as he trailed them under her sweater, one hand reaching up to caress her breasts, the other snaking around her back to unhook her bra.

Y/N couldn’t help but shiver when she felt Bruce’s hands slip under the cups and take her breasts in each hand, gently squeezing them and rubbing his thumb over her nipples as she continued to grind against him.

She’d had boyfriends in the past and she’d had sex with them, but foreplay like this was something completely alien in those relationships. She didn’t know if it was because it was Bruce, or because he was fully paying attention to her body, but she never wanted him to take his hands off of her.

Bruce sat up to kiss her neck as he continued to play with her breasts, his warm breath tickling her skin. 

“C’mon,” he said, his lips still brushing against her skin, “let’s go upstairs.”

Y/N nodded, barely taking in what he had said until he removed his hands from her sweater and gathered her in his arms to carry her upstairs to the master bedroom. She buried her face in his neck as he carried her through the manor, taking long strides to get to bed as fast as he could without running.

Once they’d reached the bedroom, Bruce kicked the door shut behind him and sauntered across to the bed. He gently placed Y/N on the end of the mattress and kissed her forehead tenderly before going to turn on the lamp on the nightstand.

Y/N let her eyes wander around the room for a second, seeing how much of it she remembered. It had been a long time since she’d been in the Waynes’ master bedroom, in very different circumstances. Doing adult things in that very room was the last thing she’d thought about while playing hide-and-seek with Bruce when they were children.

Bruce came back to kneel in front of her, his hands on her knees as he gently spread them apart. Her breath caught in her throat at the feeling and she lightly bunched the sheets underneath her in her fists.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t like anything, okay?” he asked her softly.

Y/N nodded and swallowed thickly in anticipation. “Okay.”

“I know you’re a little nervous, but you’re safe with me. I promise I won’t do anything to hurt you.”

How did he know? she wondered. Am I that easy to read?

“Can I take this off?” he asked as he played with the hem of her sweater, pulling her attention back to him.

She nodded and lifted her hands from the mattress as he pulled the warm wool up and over her head, leaving her in her jeans and unhooked bra that was barely hanging onto her body. Once the sweater had been tossed aside, she rolled the straps of her bra down her arms and cast it off to the sweater, her breasts now free for him to see.

Bruce’s breath hitched when he looked at her, his eyes wandering from her chest to her face and back again. He took hold of each of her breasts in his warm palms and caressed her neck with kisses before trailing them down to her collarbone. Each kiss felt like a spark, spreading electricity throughout her body until he finally reached her breasts.

She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her mouth when his tongue brushed against one of her nipples, softly teasing it until it was hard and taking it into his mouth to suck on. Electricity shot straight from her breast to her clit, making it throb in the confines of her clothes and her desperate cunt clench around nothing.

She whined his name and laced her fingers in his hair, keeping him close to her as he continued to worship her breasts, alternating between the two until they were both hard and covered in love bites.

“Lie down for me,” Bruce murmured against her skin when he drew away from her. “Keep your legs off the bed.”

Y/N did as she asked him, letting herself fall back onto the mattress as he continued to kneel between her legs. She gazed up at the ceiling, trying to calm the nerves that threatened to crawl back up again and focused on Bruce’s hands on the waistband of her jeans instead.

He unfastened and unzipped her jeans with deft fingers and slowly pulled them down her legs, making sure his fingers brushed against her skin as they went, before throwing them aside, presumably along with the rest of her clothes. He then travelled back up her body, leaving a trail of kisses as he went until he finally came to her core, heat radiating from her.

“Did you wear these just for me?” he teased when he noticed her panties. “You didn’t need to. They were just going to end up on the floor anyway.”

She clenched again at his words, completely not expecting him to be like that. She’d heard stories about how Bruce was a very generous lover and very good in the bedroom from gossip sites and tabloids, but she always passed them off as just rumours. Now she could see that those rumours were true.

Y/N tried to keep her body as still as possible as Bruce kissed the insides of her thighs and stroked her skin with the tips of his fingers. She was starting to grow impatient with how much time he was taking teasing her and placed her hands on his head to guide him to where she needed him the most.

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled before kissing her clit over her panties. “No need to be impatient.”

He finally dipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs, revealing her to him. Spread bare, she suddenly felt self-conscious and tried to close her legs again, but his hands on her thighs kept them open.

“Don’t be shy,” he said softly. “You’re beautiful.”

Y/N felt her whole body go warm as if she’d just been dipped into a warm pool of water. She wanted to hear him say it again, and again.

Bruce was about to start touching her when he pulled away from her. She must have looked disappointed since he softly laughed at her before pulling his sweater up and off of him.

“It didn’t seem fair that you were the only naked one,” he said before settling between her legs again.

He softly kissed her clit again, only without the confines of her panties she could feel him more intensely. Her breath caught in her throat and she bit back a moan when he finally dragged his tongue through her folds, gathering her wetness and spreading it around before flicking the tip against her clit.

“You taste so good,” he mumbled into her hot skin, his voice vibrating through her body. 

He continued to pleasure her with his mouth, alternating between licking and sucking her clit and folds until she was a writhing mess on the bed, trying to keep her moans to herself by biting her lower lip until it was sore.

“Hey,” she heard Bruce say when he pulled away from her and crawled up her body. “You don’t have to be quiet, I want to hear you.”

She was about to open her mouth when he covered it with his own, plunging his tongue into her mouth and making her taste herself as he toyed with her clit with his fingers. She moaned into the kiss and took his face in her hands as she melted into the bed, letting him take control of her body.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned when she felt one of his fingers slide inside her.

“How’s that feel?” Bruce asked as he slid his finger in and out, feeling around to find her sweet spot.

“Good,” she panted once he’d found it and slid another finger inside. “It feels so good.”

He kissed her once more before sliding down her body again to use his mouth on her again, his fingers curling into her spot as he licked and sucked on her clit.

Y/N let her voice free, not caring how loud she was or how ridiculous she probably sounded, whining and moaning Bruce’s name with every stroke of his fingers, every flick of his tongue.

She could feel her climax fast approaching and started to pull on his hair as she gave in the pleasure he was giving her. He took the hint and curled his fingers more harshly and faster into her sweet spot, her cunt sopping and dripping on his fingers.

The sounds that came from her mouth got louder and more high-pitched as he continued to wind her body up until the feeling in her stomach snapped and her cunt fluttered around his fingers. Her throat was raw and her legs tried to close themselves around Bruce’s head to push him away, but he welcomed them squeezing him as he continued to pleasure her through her high.

Once she was finished, her body shook and spasmed on the bed until he pulled his fingers out of her and gave her clit one final kiss before crawling back up her body to kiss her mouth.

“Holy fuck,” she breathed against his mouth, trying to calm her body down after being worked up so much.

“You feel okay?” he asked when he pulled away and stroked her face with the backs of his fingers. She smiled and nodded as she leaned into his touch. “Good. Lie back against the pillows for me.”

Y/N reluctantly peeled herself away from Bruce and scooted up the giant bed until her head rested against the soft pillows. After tonight, she’d only be able to see the pillows on her own bed as rocks.

She watched Bruce as he undressed, shedding his jeans and throwing them aside before he pulled his underwear down his legs, setting his already hard cock free. She swallowed thickly as soon as she saw him naked, that last piece of nervousness jumping into her throat. It wasn’t just that his body looked like it was sculpted by an artist, it was how gifted he was too.

Holy fuck, he’s huge! She thought, trying to not let her nerves show on her face. How’s he supposed to fit inside me without it hurting?

“Don’t worry,” Bruce said cockily as he climbed onto the bed. “You’re more than wet enough for me.”

He kneeled between her spread legs, his long, thick, hard cock in his hand, and stooped down to kiss her again, easing her nerves once more. Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled her to him as he ran the tip of his cock through her folds, slicking himself up so he could slide inside easily.

“Ready?” he asked against her mouth when the tip sat at her entrance. She nodded against his mouth and let her whole body relax as he continued to kiss her.

When he finally pushed into her, it was like having her very first time again. Even though she was sopping wet, Y/N had never had someone quite as big as Bruce was. In many ways. He was the only thing she could see, the only thing she could feel as his cock stretched her out, her cunt almost burning as he pushed into her.

“Are you okay?” he asked when he noticed her wince. “Does it hurt?”

“I’m fine,” she said through a shuddering breath. “You’re just a lot bigger than I’m used to.”

Once he was completely in, he stilled, letting her adjust to having him inside her. She took hold of his face with both her hands and brought him down to kiss him again, her tongue leisurely dancing with his as he rubbed her clit, making her wetter and wetter so he could move inside her more comfortably.

She wrapped her legs around Bruce’s waist, now more used to his size, and signalled for him to move again. Slowly, he dragged his hips back until he was almost unsheathed before pushing back inside, making sure to hit her sweet spot as he went.

That slight discomfort lingered for the first few strokes, but once he’d found Y/N’s sweet spot again, it melted into pleasure. She let her head fall back into the pillow as she moaned, begging him to keep fucking her until she was nothing but a boneless mess.

She could have lived in the moment forever; their bodies tangled together as he slid in and out of her, kissing her face and her neck as he slowly fucked her and played with her clit. She’d read about moments like this in so many romance novels, but they paled in comparison to the real thing.

Y/N could feel herself getting close again, her cunt starting to tighten and flutter around Bruce’s cock as her clit twitched under his fingers. She moved her hips in time with his as he started to fuck her faster, his own climax starting to approach.

Bruce had been relatively quiet, saving his voice for talking to her rather than moaning, but now he couldn’t help being vocal, his breath coming out in short pants as he wound up both their bodies.

“Can I cum inside you, sweetheart?” he asked through a stifled moan.

“Yes,” Y/N whined, desperate to feel him completely. “Please cum inside me.”

As soon as she’d spoken, her breath caught in her throat as her climax crashed through her, her cunt clamping down on his cock and contracting around it. The room went white when she came, the only thing bringing her back was the sound of Bruce’s own moans as he came, his pulsating cock shooting thick cum inside her.

Both of them completely spent, Bruce held himself up and caught his breath before gently kissing Y/N’s forehead and pulling out of her, letting his cum leak out of her. She felt empty without him inside her but was quickly welcomed back into his arms when he lay down next to her.

They lay in comfortable quiet, Y/N listening to Bruce’s steady heartbeat as she caught her breath. She didn’t understand how he was so relaxed when she felt like she’d just run half a marathon. She let herself melt into him as he stroked her skin and played with her hair, making sure she still felt okay.

“Bruce,” Y/N breathed when she’d caught her breath. He hummed in response as he continued to stroke her bare skin. “I love you.”

Bruce stopped and sat up slightly to look at her, his eyes wide with surprise.

Did I say the wrong thing? she wondered. I shouldn’t have said that, there’s no way he feels the same way, it’s too soon.

Her racing thoughts were put to a stop when he closed the gap between them to kiss her softly.

“I love you too.”

[vodika-vibes]

Consider

Senior Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi, who gets half disowned by Qui-Gon Jinn in front of the council for a 10 year old boy who only knows about Jedi from stories that spacers tell, and mentally says, "fuck this," before politely asking Master Yoda if he could begin in Knighthood trials since his Master just disowned him. Kinda.

Master Windu, who has been nagging Qui-Gon about sending Obi-Wan to his trials for a year already, jumps at the chance. "Congratulations, Knight Elect Kenobi! I will personally be administering your trials!"

"Wait," Qui-Gon says, "I didn't okay this—"

"You just said that he was ready for his trials," Master Windu points out.

"Uh..."

"Further!" Mace continues, gleefully, "Now that you have chosen to take a very young Padawan, we have to remove you from the mission you're currently on."

"Hold on—"

"Surely," Mace says as if Qui-Gon hadn't spoken, "You don't expect the council to okay you taking an untrained ten year old into an active war zone?"

"Of course not."

"So glad we agree. Knight Elect Kenobi will take your place as lead Knight on this mission, with myself and Master Koon as his evaluators, and assistants should the need arise." Mace finishes decisively.

"And does Master Yoda have nothing to say on this matter?" Qui-Gon asks.

Mace's smile is all teeth, "I am the Master of the Jedi Order, Qui-Gon. Or have you forgotten that."

In the end, Obi-Wan protects Padme Amidala and her handmaidens while they retake the palace of Theeds. Mace Windu systematically thrashes Maul Oppress and takes him in for questioning and to help him undo years of brain washing. And Plo Koon personally destroys the droid control ship hovering in space.

All in all, it's a good ending. Save for Obi-Wan, who has a year full of complicated tests and trials to finish before he can be Knighted.

[senior-mourn-watcher]

Can I just point out that Emmrich is a fking nerd?

I bet half the crap he does and says on the romance path is because he read it worked in a book.

When he is in control of the outcome, he is secure, uses pretty words, and confidently goes about trying to dazzle the fk out of Rook. I mean look at that smooth mtherfker.

And then Rook makes him constantly break that act by blowing his dang mind. He's got to process and reorient himself to find more words again. I'm convinced this is what actually attracted him to Rook, tbh. The fact this person can just swoop in and knock the words straight out of his mouth. He must be used to giving it, not getting it. Dammit Rook.

And you know the romance scene? I imagine this man went to the Necropolis to get his fellow Mourn Watchers on board with the plan to retake Minrathous, which doesn't take long at all because Myrna and Vorgoth are already of mind to join, so now he has all this extra time. So he finds a secluded spot, cleans it up, places the same flower (Shroud's Kiss) around the sarcophagus (you can see them!), then goes back to grab Rook and bring them straight there to "check for anything left over from the curse Solas left on Rook." Convenient excuse.

I bet he got that idea from a romance novel, too.

Mortal Emmrich is like "Darling, we are doing this before I lose my chance with you again," but the man is so nervous he still makes poor Rook make the first move anyway. Silly.

Lich Emmrich is more like "fk this is just a glamour... What now? How does one kiss a skull?? I DONT HAVE ORGANS!! Rook, help! I have angst! Oh- right reminding me for the upteenth time that you're into it, you little weirdo. Idk how this will work but fk it we ball."

Poor Rook. No matter if they are experienced or not they still gotta take the reins.