#exposed lungs cw

[shepswrath]

My roommate is kind of weird but we're cool with each other so it's cool. he even pays me rent if i let him use the keyboard

(art below is a little goofy but may be disturbing to some users )

[befuddled-calico-whump]

drew @emmettnet 's Malusfa (Giant Gods AU)

entirely based on this ask

the little black dots are people :)

[trickstertox]

Warnings: Body Horror, Parasites, Contagions.

The other night I had a nightmare! It wasn't as bad as others because I didn't physically feel the body horror, but it was horrifying nonetheless.

So there was this "highly contagious" (my dream brain's wording) aquatic plant. It was more like a parasite in real life comparison. It looked like one of those fake aquarium plants, but pink.

Basically this.

So, what's so scary about this pretty little parasitic plant thing? It's pink and really nice looking, surely can't be all that bad?

Well, well, well! You couldn't touch it, otherwise you got infected. And anything that touched it would become contagious. Meaning your clothes, your shoes, your hands, your breath (I think). If anyone touched you after you touched this, they're infected.

I got infected. And in the back of my mouth/throat, there was a little patch that formed. And from that area, the plants start growing out of your mouth. So I had four of these sprouting from the back of my throat. My mom had to pluck them out one by one, and we had to find a cure before they grew back.

[gojosprettyprincess]

STUCK IN THE WASHING MACHINE TROPE WITH STEPBROTHER BAKUGOU!!!

cw - SMUT, Stepcest, dubcon in the beginning, Creampie, dumbification, anal play, he's aged up to 19, dirty talk, heavy degradation and Bakugou is really really mean cause he's Bakugou duh, slight daddy kink, some bad grammar bc it's not proofread. MINORS DNI!!!!

Word count - 2350

A/n - I have no idea how someone can possibly get stuck in a washing machine but just pretend you can😔🙏

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"Katsuki Katsuki! Holy fuck are you deaf or something?! I'm stuck!" you yelled at the top of your lungs as you tried your very best to wiggle yourself out from the washing machine opening. You can't even remember how you got yourself into this fucking mess, you were just trying to look and see if there were any more clothing pieces left behind because you've been noticing a few of your panties have gone missing the past few days and it kept getting worse and worse to the point where you barely have any left to wear, you assumed it's because you accidentally kept leaving them in the washing machine and now somehow your fucking stuck.

Heavy substantial footsteps were heard loudly outside the room before the wooden door went flying open, causing the doorknob to hit against the wall, causing a loud bang!, "The fuck do you want, can't you see I'm tryna fucking play?" the annoyed blond growled at you.

"Shut up and get me the fuck out" You yelled annoyed, while kicking your legs back to get his attention.

"Woah some mess you got yourself into, sweetheart" he smirks slyly while analyzing the situation, staring down at your pretty ass poking out of the washing machine, barely even covered by those tight slutty shorts you always wore around the house that never failed to make his cock rock hard.

"Oh please, just shut up and get me out already", you kicked your feet back hoping that he was behind you so it would hit him. "I don't think that's how you speak to someone you're trying to get help from, princess".

You rolled your eyes at the annoying pet names he always calls you every fucking time but you've grown used to it by now but the constant teasing was so fucking annoying. "Listen are you going to help me or not?".

"That depends princess, are you gonna beg me to or not?" you wanted to punch him in the face so fucking badly, imagining the shit-eating grin he definitely has plastered on his face right now. "Your so fucking annoying! No way go to hell!" you yelled.

"Oh yeah? Is that so"

He chuckled as he bent down behind you, eyes fixated on the way the thin material hugged your ass cheeks so tightly and delicious, you're so vulnerable in this position, he could keep you there and pound your slutty little holes for hours and hours if he wants to—which is probably what he's gonna do anyways.

He pressed the pad of his thumb against your damped crotch, rubbing it slowly back and forth as he watched the way your body jolted unexpectedly.

"Wha-what are you doing! You sick fuck??" you screamed as you tried to wiggle your ass away from his hold. "Oh, come on princess, let's have some fun yeah? You might even like it" he teases before tugging down your tiny shorts, just to be greeted with your glistening dripping cunt. A string of your slick connects to the crotch of the shorts before snapping away as he pulls it down to your knee. He groaned as his eyes took in the delicious sight in front of him, "No panties? And your fucking dripping, you probably planned this out and did this purposely just so I can come and see you like this, dirty fucking slut" he lands a harsh slap on your right ass cheek as you closed your eyes in embarrassment when you realized you're basically fucking exposed to him.

"Go to fucking hell you perv" You snapped back at him, "Oh yeah? I'm the perv?, I'm not the one fucking soaked and dripping onto the floor sweetheart". He laughs mockingly.

His dick was painfully hard and eager, straining to be released from his sweatpants, what can a man do? It's not his fault his dumb little stepsister always runs around the house with those tight little booty shorts, ass almost fully exposed, basically begging to be pounded and now he has his chance so why not take it?

He pulls his sweatpants and underwear down, thick perfectly curved dick slaps against his abdomen as pre cum oozes out of the angry red tip, he grips his fist around it before pumping himself a few times while circling your clit with his thumb, "Pretty little cunt you got here princess, been hiding this from me this whole time?"

"S-stop it Katsuki, this is wrong! You're my stepbrother, we can't do this!" you whined, it's so fucking wrong and fucked up and you sure as hell knew that, you just can't help but feel your needy cunt throbbing and yearning for more, it's only natural right?

Before you could even process anything else you felt his angry tip lining up at your entrance, his thick cock head bullying and prying it's way into your weeping tight hole before he shoves it all the way in unexpectedly, knocking the wind out of you as you hissed at the sudden pain.

"Hahh fuckk- Katsuki slow down!" you moaned as he starts thrusting his hard cock in and out of you like it was his mission to bruise and mark up your silky walls with his tip, strong hands gripping onto your waist as he stretches out your poor cunt with his fat girth, splitting that pretty little cunny in half as it drips all over him. "Holy fuckk you're so fucking tight hah- shitt" he hisses as your pussy clenches around him snugly, tightest cunt he ever fucked for sure.

He started pounding you harder, gripping the oversized T-shirt you wore as he rammed himself in the tight warm space between your thighs.

"Stupid little slut, is this what you need to shut that annoying little mouth of yours, my dick pounding this little pussy?" he took a mental note to give you exactly what you wanted when you're acting up and being a little bitchy brat to him. "Sh-ut up katsu-" shit you couldn't even form proper words to even say his fucking name, "You're the fucking worse fuh-ckk" you moaned out of pleasure. You can't even lie his cock was the best you've ever had and it's only been minutes since he started fucking you so that surely says a lot, his tip was grazing against the right spots in your hole, it's like his dick knew all the parts in cunt that would make your eyes roll to the back of your head and he was stretching your stuffy cunt with his cock soo good, it turnt you into a moaning mess.

"Oh yeah I know my cock is good you little slut, Gonna fuck you so stupid with it, you won't ever think about another guy's dick other than your stepbrother's" he smirks as he lands a hard slap on your ripped ass, watching the way the thick flesh jiggles against him, bouncing back against his pelvis as he drills himself so fucking deep inside of you. You're his little glory hole, he can stuff you full and deep of his seed and use your tight pussy for hours and fuck you so dumb that you can't even think for the rest of the week if he wants to.

He circles his thumb over your neglected butthole, the puckered hole fluttering against the pad of his thumb as he notices the way your moans got sweeter and louder at the gesture. He won't be surprised if you're a slut for anal he snooped through your room a shit ton of times looking for your dirty cum-stained panties he uses to jerk off to, to know that you have several jeweled anal plugs hidden away in your drawer.

"Mmm want me to put it in baby?" he teases, adoring the way the pink ring flutters on his thumb, soo eager and hungry to be stuffed and played with, "Ye-yes pleasee!" you hiccupped, purposely winking your hole for him desperately as a form of inviting him. "Heh, how cute" he mumbled before gathering your slick from your clit to rub it on the tiny rim before slowly sinking it in little by little. He groaned as he felt your cunt throbbing around his cock as your hungry asshole swallows his thumb into the hilt.

Heavy balls slapping against your clit as your eyes roll back to the back of your head as if you were possessed or something- or maybe you were, possessed by his fucking cock hitting your favorite spots in your hole that had you seeing stars. His cock was so fucking good, mushroom tip kissing your cervix with every single one of his mean thrusts. "Fuck wish I could play with those pretty tits" he groans, head falling back as he moans, your cunt felt like fucking heaven, so warm and tight just for him.

"Kat-Katsuki m' so close" you moaned as you felt the familiar feeling in your stomach building up, "Yeah? That fast? My cock is that good huh?".

You let out a porn star-worthy moan when you felt his thick thumb sliding in and out of your tight bullied walls, matching the rough brutal pace of the pounding he was giving your poor pussy. He lifts up one of his legs and plants his feet flat on the floor so he can drill deeper into your cunt, "Fuckk yes daddy- don't stop fuck! Please don't stop" you cried out as you felt yourself approaching your release.

He chuckled mockingly, "Daddy huh? You're such a fucking dirty whore ya know that?" he slapped your ass so fucking hard that his handprint was definitely branded on your ass cheek, "Didn't know my dear little stepsis was such a cock-hungry slut, what'd ya think mom would say if she found out her innocent daughter was milking her stepbrother's cock and calling him daddy hm? Always knew you were a whore" he smirks as you whimpered and dripped to his mean words.

He pulled his thumb out of your butthole slowly and then groaned when he saw the delicious little gape he created. He brought his thumb up to his mouth before sucking it, gathering spit onto the finger then circling it around the gaped hole.

"Fuckk would you look at that, she's all prepped and ready for my cock, maybe after I'm done stuffing your cunt, I'll fill this one up too, bet you'll fucking like that", you felt his cock throbbing like crazy in your pussy as he imagined stuffing both of holes with his bitter cum and having you all plugged up n pretty with his seed deep in your asshole and the only thing keeping it in is the princess plug you have hidden away in your drawer- buried deep inside your ass.

You almost screamed when you felt him stabbing his cock into your cunt even harder, strong hands gripping your waist tightly to keep you still as he rams his hips against yours. The friction of his heavy balls slapping your clit made it feel even better as your cunt clenches around his cock, threatening to milk his balls into your pussy. You're not surprised that Bakugou was this good at fucking, after all, he was really fucking sexy and built, of course he had a lot of experience. You cried out when you felt his fingers rubbing harsh harsh circles on your clit, "Come on slut, need ya to cum on my cock, don't make me repeat myself" he grunts, head falling back when he feels your cunny squeezing around his cock soo much fucking tighter. You closed your eyes as you felt your orgasm approaching. His thrust was so fucking brutal, it's like he has some fucking personal problem and is taking it out on your poor cunt.

Before you could process anything else, you were gushing all over his pretty cock, warm liquid squirting all over his abs and pelvis and he continues pounding you through it, he lets out a slurpy moan while laughing, "Fuckk yeah that's it baby that's it, Gooddd girl" he thrusts got sloppier and sloppier when he felt his balls tightening. He didn't expect you to fucking squirt and make a mess all over him so it drove him fucking crazy.

You felt his cock twisting against your tight walls, assuming he was about to cum. Fuck, you felt so lifeless. The only thing holding you up was Katsuki's strong grip on your waist and the washing machine because you can't even think right now, your mind fully fucking clouded with his cock bullying your poor insides, splitting your sweet cunny apart. Fuck he's so mean, you shivered when you felt his fingers digging deep into your waist.

"Fuck m'gonna cum, gonna stuff this slutty cunt so full of my seed, it'll come right out your mouth bitch" he hisses before emptying his balls in your pussy, thick ropes of cum filling up your cumdump of a hole as you cried out when you felt his angry tip pushing the cum further and further into your cunny, making sure to stuff you full and not let any of it leak out or you'd have to lick it up.

He chuckles darkly when he hears you're out of breath whimpers. "Is this what you needed? A good little filling to shut that pretty mouth of yours? Because if it's dick you need to function properly you know where to find me baby" he chuckles, slowly pulling out his still-hard cock, being sooo careful that none of the cum drips out. He lines his tip up at the entrance of your butthole, smearing the cum onto the hole as it winks at him.

"Ready for the other filling?"

[dmitriene]

cw: omegaverse, knotting, marking and possessiveness.

you were invading simon's riley head, not only often flashing before his perilous black eyes, but also tormenting him in his dreams, your unfiltered, sweet ambrosial scent were hunting his senses, carving into his nostrils and making them flare, saliva pooling behind his closed mouth with popping fangs.

sweet little soldier, you didn't knew in what exact danger you were getting yourself into with your scent gland demonstrated in his face constantly, every breath he took is a perfect lungful of your addicting scent, rubbed against his gear when you were sticking to him purposefully, your pretty eyes always dazed and gawking at him.

ain't afraid to cling to him with your dainty fingers wrapping themselves tightly around his bicep, the rising wave of his tart, pungent smell doing nothing to shoo you away, not with your scent gland swelling with a need to be marked, belong to someone who won't let you walk around like that, irritating other's alpha's ruts.

you came to him yourself, foozling into his arms willingly with mind frazzled by your own heat, smelling of ripe want to be taken, crawling yourself out your poor nest on a wobbly legs to find his quarters, where anyone could've picked you by their way through the hallway, making simon's arms encircle your form with a too searing grasp, hiding you in the safety of his quarters.

lips behind his mask teased by sharp tips of his fangs, scraped to the bleeding wounds that flooded his mouth with metal tang, but the encasing scent of you, lustfully alluring in your bared vulnerability and craning neck, flashing him the view of the swollen, burning skin made his pupils dilate, eyes taking an shade of black, sinking tar, imagining how you'll taste on his tongue.

simon has a mind to not send you back, he dreamt of you, of this moment, wanting to be the one to mar your pure skin with blooming marks of belonging and leave a bleeding, thrumming mark at your neck, only him and no one else, no other alpha is good enough, and no one had a chance with you from the start.

you picked simon, smart thing, laying your eyes on the more menacing men of all around, with his chocking scent that is too much even when he's out of rut, swirling pools of inking nothingness that replaced his eyes never could've let you know that he's intirested in your persistent attention, but you're here, anyway, and it makes his blood roar.

you're sweetly docile on his cold sheets, even with your body exposed to it's full vulnerability, pulsing pussy oozing pools of slick beneath your sticky thighs, and with simon still being half clothed, the only thing you do is preen at him with rumbling purrs, nuzzling the duvet beneath you that reeks of him and sticks to your itching skin.

loosely wet, legs obediently limp when he spreads them briefly, stilling himself to gaze at the glossines of your puffy folds, the shiny glare of your pungent juices that fill his nostrils, even the thick cloth on his face unable to conceal him from anything that relates to you, the gleam of glossy eyes, the all consuming scent, making simon drawl a husky growl.

you writhe to present yourself for him, would've rolled adorably on your soft tummy if he hadn't pin you down, looming over you almost menacingly, tattooed arm braced above your head, if not for his thick, gloveless fingers that were plunging in your gushing dewy pussy, scissoring between thin walls and feeling the tight clench around his soaked digits, sucking him in.

too sweet, both in the way you look and taste, your saccharine slick blooming on his taste buds when he licks a hot, filthy swathe from his knuckles and up to the pruney tips of fingers, thin lips shining with accumulated spit and your juices, licked clean to sate his curiosity about the way you taste, but now simon needs to sate his cock and your heat.

your body melted against the mattress, chest rising rapidly with greedy lungfuls of air, making your ribcage burn as you watched simon carefully with gleaming eyes, tracing the opening plane of the fat and muscles adorning him, as he rolled his shirt up, inch by inch that revealed the scarred canvas of his pale, wide chest, getting rid of the cloth swiftly, shoulders rolling with small cracks of stiffed bones.

happy trail of dark, thin hair that trailed beneath the waistband of his pants that he was getting rid of, unzipping them with slightly shaky fingers, veins popping with blue webs on the thick skin as he rolled them down, letting his heavy cock bob out through the boxer briefs, tenting the darkened fabric with wet spot, thick musk that filled the air licking at your senses.

simon does it as fast as possible without snapping, trying not to rip his clothes off his body and pounce on you, throwing his pants off the bed, before rolling the soaked fabric of his boxers down, his onyx gaze locked eerily with yours as he gripped the fat girth of his cock, rudy flesh adorned with popped veins and dribbling, pearly precum from his slit, squelching obscenely at each jerk of his wrist.

you claw your needy hands towards him, wanting to caress his rippling abs, make his cock sink inside of you and knot you as his, not registering when garbled string of words spilled from your lips, begging him to finally give it to you, voice small and tipping on the string of crying out the tears that bead in your glazy eyes, and simon isn't the one to neglect his omega.

he's the one to take care of your needs, the one who can give you what you crave so deeply, sate the hunger that bubbles like molten lava in your belly, scorching hot, making every inch of your skin beneath his calloused palms slick with sweat that rolls off of you, shining under the dim light and begging to be licked off.

you obey his grip on your supple hips, blunt nails sinking into the fat of flesh and you're too far away to feel the tiny pinpricks of pain, letting him tug you closer to him as he lifts your legs up, and you obediently lope them around his waist, ankles crossing together against the small of his bowed back, as he slaps his throbbing cock between your fluttering folds, rubbing each inch of his girth along the tacky mess, before sinking against your gaping hole.

fattened, bulbous tip passing through the ring of your tightening muscles, each inch gradually managing to still stretch you around his cock, letting you feel how big he is despite your pussy being as loose as possible, slick dripping out of your gooey hole like molasses to ease the glide and spur simon on a tentative thrusts, one shallow roll of his hips enough for you to tighten with stars in your eyes and rapturous cry spilling from your throat.

your whole body seizing, picking on rippling feeling of your silken walls around his meaty cock that make simon's eyes turn pupil less, blackening completely as he moves his body to blanket you, trapping you in a crushing embrace as he lowered himself down and picked up the pace of his thrusts, freely stuffing you full and stretching your thin walls to the brim, forcing you to accommodate the fat shaft that now was rearranging your insides with frantic motions.

fat cock mercilessly sawing in and out of you, your body unable to jolt beneath the wall of heavy muscles and swallowing palms of his hands that mapped along every inch of you, groping at the round globs of your ass to prop you securely, raking to play with your puffy nipples, capped to the pair of pretty tits that were jiggling right in his face, your spit shined lips open wide just a bit higher, making him howl in answer to your punched, tiny gasps.

your hands clinging and clawing with rosy crescent for stability on any place of his body, the beefy biceps, the wide shoulders, but you want to have him closer, and when you sink with stinging nails somewhere beneath his covered neck, amber of his eyes peering at your lidded gaze and needy sobs that spill from your mouth, simon frees one hand to rip his balaclava off.

no point of holding anything back, not with your pussy tightening with rapid pulsing as your glassy gaze rakes along his tousled, askew hair, looking pressed against his skull slightly, until you skid your fingers in the locks, tugging lightly to bump his forehead against yours, and your smell grows even thicker so close, his pale eyelashes fluttering when he takes a lungful, and then slots your mouthes together.

skimming his teeth along the plump flesh, biting with little sting and lapping off the pearling blood, so fragile, sucking your lip into his mouth before releasing with a wet pop to suckle on your tongue, catching as you tried to curl it's around his, wet mouth swallowing your low, whimpering moans, as his balls slapped against your ass with the squelch of your ceaseless slick.

it wasn't long before you felt your orgasm lick at your tummy, making your toes curl and twitch against the dip of simon's spine, his mouth leaving yours to focus on the rapid clench of your gummy walls, latching tightly around his cock with every frantic bounce of his hips forward, and simon could feel the way the root of his cock grew thicker than the rest of his shaft, knot swelling smoothly, and your cunt was more than ready to accept him.

he knotted you when your little sounds developed in ragged, confused little moans, holding onto his hair with tight, whitening grip of your knuckles, feeling the unyielding, swelling pressure of simon's cock at your tightening hole, pummeling into you at brutal, sudden pace that knocked air out of your lungs, his breath morphing into growling pants, skimming along the burning skin of your neck, tongue lolling to lick along the salty sweat, sucking a drop that rolled down your gland, before sinking his teeth in.

crying scream guggled out of your mouth as hot tears streamed down your eyes, rolling harshly into the back of your skull as you clamped down tightly on simon's spilling cock, knot catched securely between your spasming walls, splitted to your limit around the rippling girth that pumped you with soft rocks back and forth, your body frissoning, until simon wasn't been able to move.

stuck in your pulsing cunt, milking him with rapid, rhythmic clenches to the last drop of the creamy cum that was oozing out from your stuffed hole, seeping down simon's still cock with frothy white streaks, dripping down the sodden sheets and duvet, as he lapped his tongue against your gland, scarlet blood coating his swollen, bitten lips, smeared in a sweet layer as he cleaned the fresh, palpitating mark.

this spoke about your belonging to him, his sweet omega, the one he can and would call as his own, keep you stuck on his cock every night with swelled, imprinted mark of his sharp teeth on your neck for anyone to gawk on, as your consciousness slipped with whiny call of his name, sending pleasant shudders down his spine, as he peered at you again, his mate, safe and sound in his arms, knotted full of him and reeking of his pheromones.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[thinkinonsense]

34+35𑁍

old man!logan howlett x housewife!reader

cw: do the math.

wc: 1k+

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logan didn't know what he was going to do with you. such a needy little rabbit. that's the only thing he could compare you to, a fuckin' rabbit.

"slow down, sweets." logan mutters against your glossy lips.

all day, you were longing for logan's touch. the second you heard his truck pull into the driveway, you practically jump into his big strong arms. he could smell your arousal down the street. you wanted nothing more than for logan to bring out his inner animal, but he was going to make you work for it.

you dragged him into your shared bedroom once he shrugged off his suit jacket. logan noticed how clean the bedroom looked, the only things on the nightstand were his cigars and one of your pretty coffee mugs. your bedsheets were the same colors as your lingerie, soft lilac and white.

"let me get a look at ya', princess." logan says in your ear while you try to climb in his lap. instead, you give him a little spin, his hands never leaving your hips. "look like a doll."

you smile at him then shove him roughly on his back, climbing on top of the older man. by no means were you stronger than logan but when you get like this, he wonders if you were the one with the adamantium skeleton.

"been thinking about you all day long..." you say, clawing at his white button-down. logan chuckles, moving his hands further south on your body.

"whatcha been thinking 'bout?" he asks, squeezing your ass.

"fucking you."

logan loves when you get like this. you bat your pretty lashes up at him while saying the filthiest things. even in his older state, he liked keeping up with someone younger.

"i'm not sure, princess." logan sighs. "i'm pretty tired from work."

"we try something different if you want?" you suggest sweetly running your fingers through his grey hair.

"like what?"

without hesitation, you get up and straddle his chest backward. his button-down was opened exposing his toned stomach. logan wasn't up to date on modern-day sex terms, he knew what he liked and pretty much stuck to it unless you introduced him to something. what? he's old fashion.

"so, you're just gonna sit on my-" logan's words died in his throat the moment you started unbuckling his belt.

you pull out his half-hard cock and begin slowly pumping him. logan couldn't believe the position you put yourself in but he sure was thankful for it. as you traced one of his veins with your tongue, logan pulled your hips closer to his mouth, messily making out with your cunt over the material of your lilac panties. this made you wiggle your hips annoyed by his teasing.

"please..." you huff, taking him out of your mouth to beg. "no teasing, lo..."

logan tugs you back against him roughly so he can slurp up the wetness that coated the now dark purple material. when you begin to kitten lick him, smacking the tip against your tongue, logan tosses his head back and lets out a feral moan.

"sorry, sweetheart." he groans, extending one claw to cut your panties off of you then putting it back away.

"logan!" you gasp, wanting to scold him.

suddenly, you feel him spread you open with his fingers without warning, logan spits directly onto your cunt. butterflies flutter inside of you at his dirty action. logan then switch's between sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue, savoring the taste of you.

"f-fuck, lo..." you moan around his length while scratching at his thick thighs. you can feel him grin against your most intimate area.

logan releases you from his mouth with a tiny pop. he can see you pulsing, needing to be filled. within seconds, logan takes two fingers into his mouth coating them with spit then angles them at your entrance.

"ugh, fuck!" you feel like the wind was just knocked from your lungs. logan was relentless, gradually increasing his pace while your forehead rested against one of his thighs.

"thought this was supposed to be 50/50 effort, sweetheart?" logan teases, hitting that spongey spot inside of you with his fingers repeatedly. "gonna make your old man do all the work-"

"shut up." you groan, placing your cunt back against his mouth.

a small whimper falls from logan's lips, breaking down his tough man persona. you adored when the 'big bad wolf' became a submissive little play thing.

logan can feel you clenching around his fingers, sucking him in completely. he wasn't far behind but he needed more. through blurry vision, you can see logan bend his knees and lift his hips so he's hitting the back of your throat at his own pace; the tip kissing your esophagus.

"such a good fuckin' girl..." logan groans against your lips.

neither of you could warn the other about your approaching orgasms. eyes full of stars when suddenly logan coats your throat while you grind against his face, his soaked beard leaving faint red scratches on your inner thighs.

you must have laid on him for a moment too long after because logan playfully slaps your ass, sending you scurrying away from him.

"how was that?" you pant, facing him normally again with a fucked out smile.

"fuckin' amazing, princess," he says, grabbing your chin and pulling you into a kiss. you straddle logan's waist again, feeling him harden again underneath you.

"that was quick." you giggle against his lips.

"mhm, think you'll be able to keep up?" he challenges you.

"watch it, old man..." you smirk, lifting up and placing him at your entrance. "or you're gonna need a seatbelt when i ride it."

as you sink down on him, logan was torn on where to steady his gaze. he wanted to stare at where the two of you were connected but when your hand start pawing at his dog tags desperately, he knew the answer was to look up at your adorable fucked out face.

"you doin' alright there sweetheart?" logan purrs underneath you, wrapping a hand around your hair and tugging softly. your stamina always impressed him, how you could keep going and going was beyond his old fragile state. "bet you want your old man to take over, huh? fuck you nice and good like you deserve? know you want it, baby."

logan knew the best way to get into your head and your panties were with his words. it always worked, until now.

"what did i tell you earlier, baby?" you taunt him, reaching over and grabbing your ripped underwear to shove in his mouth. "shut up."

"oh, fuck" logan moans against the material while your hips bounce frantically against his; shaking the bed frame and banging it against the wall.

thank god, the two of you live deep in the woods or else your neighbors would constantly think there's an earthquake coming when the two of you were fucking. you feel logan twitch inside of you, letting you know he's close.

"let go, lo..." you moan, leaning down to his ear level while he desperately smacks your hips into his, chasing his high. "you know you wanna cum inside it."

logan's hips snapped, drooling all over your panties as your cunt sucks him in. his warmth coats your walls pearly white while one of his hands comes down to play with your clit until your moaning vulgarly in his ear.

"r-r-right there, lo..." you whimper, biting down on his shoulder as you cum around him. "please, please don't stop!"

neither of you wanted to move once both of you come down from your highs. you pull your ripped up panties out of logan's mouth before slumping down on top of his chest.

"tired, princess?" he chuckles.

"mhm..." you sigh, getting comfortable against him.

"look who's getting old now, hm?" logan teases, flipping you over carefully onto the sheets.

"stay..."

"i'm just clean you up." he assures you. "get some rest. i'll be here."

those were the last words you heard before falling asleep in his arms.

[webbluvrsugar]

teaching Tom Riddle how to love.

cw: fluff with smut

He has you pinned on his bedsheets, you’ve sneaked away to his chambers just to do this, it’s not like you’ve been dating, but you’ve been hanging around — and fucking — each other for a while now, and for Tom, that’s a really big deal.

He’s been fucking you the way he wishes the past times, hard, rough, with your head flush against the pillow, ramming into you without any sorts of feelings, without attaching himself, it’s nice, pleasurable, but he’s been doing it for himself.

He’s inside you already, cock stretching you out as he stays still, his head leans down to meet your neck, breathing your scent before he kisses your jaw, his lips moving to your ear.

“Tell me how you like it.” His voice is low and it grumbles in your ear, when you can’t answer right away, he gives you a slight thrust.

Your hands goes to his on your hips, slightly pushing him back before taking his hands and placing them over your breasts, his breath itches, he slightly massages the flesh, toying with your nipples as he lets you guide him.

“Slowly…” you mutter, he carefully starts moving his hips in a pace he hasn’t used before, it all feels foreign, somehow more intimate but it still gets you to mewl so he doesn’t complain. “Like that.”

Tom nods, he keeps rolling his hips into you, slow and soft so you can feel exactly every way his cock stretches you out, letting out slow whimpers as he does it.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, another soft whisper in your ear as he makes his thrusts a little more sharp, taking your air out of your lungs and forcing a moan out of you.

“Yes, just… hold me close.” You ask, hands wrapping around his neck to pull him flush to your body, slightly burying your head on your shoulder.

Tom hasn’t felt like this before, like he’s being needed, he also didn’t think that slow, passionate sex would feel so nice when he obviously prefers to do it the hard way.

But you like it.

So he keeps doing it the way you asked him to, leaning into the pleasure your cunt provides as the time passes, and when you’re done and both lazy and mushy next to each other, your head flush to his chest, he lets himself provide that care to you, hesitantly dragging a hand to your hair and brushing it away to see your face, thumb lightly caressing your exposed cheek.

‘It’s not so unpleasant after all’ he thinks.

[sadhours]

kinktober day four • somnophilia

aka: hell bent

eddie munson x fem!reader

kinktober masterlist

cw:18+, minors dni, smut, somnophilia (duh but therefore could be perceived as dub con but readers into it), cannabis use, dry humping, fingering, spanking, unprotected p in v, creampie

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Eddie wakes up abruptly, eyes flying open as he sits up. His heart is beating a mile a minute and he’s out of breath. Clutches his chest as he realizes what’s happening, that the dream he was having wasn’t real. Looks down to his crotch to see the proof. Yeah, he’s most definitely torqued. Turns his head to your sleeping figure next to him, the object of his lustful dream. He huffs, lays back down and wills his boner to go away.

Turning to the digital alarm clock on his nightstand, he sees it’s just after three in the morning and well, he thinks it’d be really rude to wake you up and ask for sex.

But then ten minutes pass and he’s still hard. He sighs and pushes the blankets off of him, walks over to his black pail and opens the lid. Eddie grabs the bag of weed and his pipe, stocks the bowl with pieces he grinds up between his fingers. Opens his bedroom window and is met with the smell of rain, drops of it cascading down the glass. He lifts the pipe to his lips and his lighter to the weed, flicks on the flame and inhales deeply. Holds the smoke in his lungs for a beat before exhaling it out the window. Repeats that a handful of times until he feels stoned, sure that now he’ll be able to sleep. So he crawls back into bed, lays on his back and stares at the moldy ceiling.

He’s trying his best, he really is but you’re breathing so soft and pretty next to him. So he turns to look at you, watches you sleep and then wonders how you’d react if he just… reached over, down your sleep shorts and rubbed your pretty pussy.

Yeah, there’s no shot this hard-on is leaving unless he does something about it. Eddie exhales, annoyed with himself but too turned on to talk himself out of it. He rolls over, positions his leg between yours and reaches for the hem of your tank top. He pulls it up over your tits and looks back up at you, waiting for your eyes to blink away. You make a sleepy sound, a little whine but don’t wake. Eddie lowers his mouth to your exposed tit and licks against your nipple. Flicks his tongue against the hardened bud a couple of times and then sucks it between his lips.

Somehow you don’t wake up, but you’re breathing harder now. His hand moves to give attention to the other tit, thumb grazing that nipple as he sucks and licks the other. Can’t help the way his hips grind down against your thigh, giving some much needed friction to his cock. He keeps doing it, rolling down against your thigh as he spoils your tits. In the meantime, grinding his thigh against your core.

A moan falls out of your lips, but Eddie’s watching your face and you don’t seem awake so he keeps going. Switches to the other nipple with his mouth, rutting down against you in slack desperation.

He pulls back, props himself up on his knees and shoves his briefs down his thighs and then reaches for your underwear next. Gets the pair of you naked from the waist down and then curiously reaches between your thighs, middle finger prodding against your hole and he groans deep at how wet you are. Slips the digit inside you and that’s when you wake, just as he’s curling it up.

“Eddie,” your sleepy voice fills his ears as your eyes blink up at him. “What are you doing?”

“I want you,” he gushes out, pumping his finger in and out of you slowly.

You smile and hum in flattery— and pleasure from the way he’s fingering you. “What time is it?”

“Middle of the night,” he exhales, cock grazing against your thigh and the friction makes his stomach tighten. “Sorry, I just… fuck, I need you.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, spreading your legs wider for him as you assure him, “You have me.”

He crashes his lips into yours, kissing you hungrily as he slides another finger inside of you. Causes you to gasp into the kiss but you kiss back. Eddie feels like he’s held off long enough, pulls his fingers out and grabs hold of his cock. He positions himself between your thighs as he strokes himself, spreading your slick all over his cock. Then, he’s lining himself up with your entrance, jerking his hips forward because really, he can’t help himself. You cry out, back arching from the sensation as his thick cock sinks into your warm and soaking cunt.

And Eddie doesn’t hold back, he’s too worked up to, and he pistons his hips hard and quick against you. The sound of your skin slapping rings throughout the room, along with the slippery sounds of him dragging against your walls. His hands grab your thighs, push them up against your chest as he pounds into you.

Repetitive and high pitched moans escaping you with every slam of his hips. You gaze up at him, moonlight shining on his pale skin and dark hair that sways with his motions. The look of determination and pleasure on his face is beyond sexy, his jaw clenched with his brows furrowed. You reach for his biceps, trying to feel grounded while the euphoria threatens to take you away.

Then his lips part to let out a whiny, needy moan. You wonder what’s got him so worked up in the middle of the night but you’re more than happy to give him what he wants— whenever he wants it. Feels just as good for you.

He pulls back, pulling his cock out and rubs his thumb against your clit in circles as he tells you, “Up. Want you from behind.”

You obey quickly, rolling onto your hands and knees, arching your ass up to him. Eddie grabs hold of your hips, grinds himself against your ass before slipping his cock back inside your cunt. Another moan pours out of you. This positions a catch 22– it feels incredible but you can’t see him. You bounce back against him, moaning loudly as his cock sinks in and out of your pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he says behind gritted teeth. Then he smacks your asscheek, leaving the most delicious stinging sensation in its wake.

“Oh, fuck, Eddie!” you cry out, dropping your face to the sheets beneath you as you try your hardest not to melt into them. But god it feels so good, your whole body feels fluid.

He spanks you again, fingers gripping the fat of your ass upon contact. You can hear him panting and groaning. Eddie drills into you, his hips slamming against your ass over and over with the most satisfying and filthy sounds. He leans over, keeping up his pace as his lips find your shoulder, planting a sloppy kiss against your skin before he sinks his teeth in. Bites you as his hips slam into you one last time, has your hips meeting the mattress with him laying on top of you. You feel him fill you up. His teeth pull off your flesh and he pants against your ear, “God, that was fucking great.”

You let him come down from his high, then he pulls himself off of you and rolls you onto your back. Eddie presses his thumb against your clit, eyes on yours as he works his thumb in quick circles.

“Want you to cum for me,” he whispers.

A simple, dazed nod from you as you gaze up at him. Focusing in on your orgasm, cunt pulsing around the cum he’s filled you with. Eddie slips two fingers inside you, curls them every time he thrusts them inside and your vision starts to get blurry as you feel the pressure building quickly in the pit of your stomach. He latches himself on your tit, sucking and licking your nipple as his fingers work absolute magic.

“Eddie,” you moan out softly, eyes crossing before they close and your climax crashes into you intensely. You cry out and grab hold of his head, knitting your fingers into the roots of his wavy hair and tug. Body freezing before your back arches as he works you through it.

Eddie nuzzles his face in your neck and giggles all soft, hand on your hip now and he squeezes it.

“Thank you,” he whispers and kisses your skin.

“Shh, thank you,” you turn slightly to kiss the top of his sweaty head.

[ellecdc]

Hiya love, sorry I know I keep making requests but my brain is riddled, I can’t help it. I’d give my left lung for a fic where Sirius introduces his new girlfriend to others and they’re all ‘gods, you HAVE got a lovely nose’, ‘you’re right pads, she does smell lush’ and god forbid a ‘oh look at her drinking her little tea, she’s like a button’ and it’s all just very teasing and lovely but in a way that’s clear quite how much Sirius talks about the reader. Thanks for listening (reading?) love you lots and lots, cheers :)

thanks for your request! (and for all of them - even one's I may not write always give me great daydreaming content) <3

Sirius Black x fem!reader who looks too cute tonight [748 words]

CW: friends taking the piss at Sirius' expense, Sirius being dramatic, reader wears lipstick, reader is - and I quote - 'cute as a button'

“Nope, sorry, we need to leave.” Sirius blurted before he managed to knock on his friend’s front door, turning around and attempting to pull you along with him by the hand.

“Wha-? Sirius, no!” You giggled, yanking him back up the steps. He returned to you willingly but made a show of having done so rather begrudgingly. “Why are we leaving?”

Sirius gave you a look as though he couldn’t believe you were asking such a ridiculous question. “Uhm, because you look too good, doll.”

“We have to leave because I look…too good?” You laughed.

“Yes!” He agreed quickly, glad you understood as he pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips lest he muss your lipstick before moving to walk away again. 

You once again caught him by the arm. “Sirius.”

“Dollface.” He retorted just as sternly. 

“I thought I was supposed to be the one who was nervous to meet your friends.”

“I’m not nervous.” He scoffed dismissively. “I just don’t think any of them deserve getting to see such a beautiful girl; I’ve told you they’re a bunch of gits, right?” 

“I’m going to accept your compliment and say thank you, and I’m also going to tell you to get it together.” You told him, causing him to groan theatrically and let his head fall to your shoulder. 

“You’re torturing me.”

You offered him a rather flippant pat on the head and an ‘awe’ laden with faux sympathy before taking the initiative to knock on the front door, seeing as Sirius didn’t seem particularly keen on doing it himself. 

You were rewarded with the door swinging open nearly immediately, exposing a tall bloke with messy black hair - and glasses that fogged up almost instantly from the change in temperature - who was wearing a beaming smile, a redhead who looked to be rather embarrassed at having been caught eavesdropping, a tall lad with a mop of golden hair and eyes to match who looked rather chuffed at having been caught eavesdropping, and a shorter blond bloke who looked rather frightened at having been caught eavesdropping. 

“Ah,” you murmured, nodding your head knowingly, “the marauders.”

“And Lily!” The redhead cheered before all but grabbing you by the arm and yanking you into the warmth to embrace you in a bone crushing hug. “Please don’t lump me in with those sods.” She whispered into your shoulder so the others wouldn’t hear.

Unfortunately for her, the others did hear.

“No can do, my beautiful Lily flower; you quite literally signed up for this.” The spectacled bloke you knew just had to be James exclaimed before pointing accusatively at the gold wedding band on his finger. 

“For rich or for poor.” Sirius added solemnly.

“In sickness and in health.” The tall one you had deduced to be Remus continued.

“Till death do you part.” Who ought to be Peter concluded.

“Well,” Lily sighed with a shrug as she looked over at you, “at least there’s always death.”

“What?” James asked as Peter laughed and Remus reached over to you. 

“Can we take your coat, love? Since your boyfriend doesn’t seem to be of much use in that department.”

“Oi!” Sirius shouted, smacking Remus’ hand away before helping ease your jacket off of your shoulders. “I’m watching you, Lupin; you stay away from my girl.”

“I don’t know, Sirius…” Peter started slowly, though you could tell by the looks he was giving his three other friends that Peter did in fact know. “You talked her up real well.”

“She does have the most stunning eyes I’ve ever seen.” Lily agreed then.

“Her nose actually is perfect, isn’t it?” James asked as he cocked his head as though he were trying to get a better view. 

Peter took a dramatic inhale. "God, she really does smell lush."

“I’d never once thought to describe someone as ‘cute as a button’ but,” Remus added, “I think you hit the nail on the head here, Sirius.”

“What is happening right now?” Sirius deadpanned then, still holding your jacket in his hands as he levelled his friends with a glare. 

“What’s happening is you might have some competition there, Black.” Lily offered as she gave him a patronising pat on the cheek. 

“If he doesn’t treat you right, darling, you make sure to let us know, alright?” Remus said with a wink, though his charade fell when a laugh escaped him at the strangled and offended sound leaving Sirius' lips.

“Nope, that’s it. Put your jacket back on, doll; we’re leaving.”

[fkinkindagauche]

This Magic Moment

Written for @steddiemicrofic November prompt, "Guard". Inspired by The Sandlot.

Rating: Teen and Up | CW: none | WC: 532

“Dude, you’re staring again,” Gareth said, elbowing Eddie in the side. 

Eddie shook his head, trying to dislodge the sight of Harrington’s hairy chest from his brain. It didn’t work. 

“Sorry. Looking away,” Eddie said, turning his attention back to Gareth. “What were you saying?” 

Gareth rolled his eyes. “I should have known you had an ulterior motive for coming to the public pool. I don’t think I’ve ever even seen this much of you exposed to the sun.”

Eddie looked down at his pale skin, reddening by the second. He looked back up at Steve’s tanned body on the lifeguard stand, a stark contrast. 

“Just straight back to staring. How did you develop a crush on a jock, man?” Gareth asked, exasperated. “This is embarrassing.”

“The heart wants what the heart wants,” Eddie replied, standing up. “I’m getting in the water.” 

Eddie walked past Tommy Hagan on the way into the pool. “What’s the Freak doing here?” Tommy said loudly to Carol Perkins. “Munson, do you even know how to swim?” he called. Eddie flipped him the bird, cannonballing into the pool and splashing him. 

“What the fuck!” Tommy was yelling as Eddie surfaced. Eddie heard a musical, familiar laugh, and turned his head, delighted to see that he’d made Steve Harrington laugh. 

Steve smiled at him for a moment, then looked away, surveying the rest of the pool. The momentary high of Steve’s attention on him, followed by its immediate loss, did something funny to Eddie’s brain. 

He got an idea. A terrible idea. But if Tommy thought Eddie couldn’t swim, maybe Steve would believe the same. He looked around the pool, finding the deep end and moving towards it, confirming that there wasn’t anyone around him who might try to intervene before Steve, and then he reached for his inner theater geek and let loose.

He started to flail around, batting at the water around him and coughing wildly. He saw Steve look over at him sharply. Having confirmed the man’s attention, he let himself start to sink, kicking his legs pathetically and wiggling around, holding his breath. 

He was underwater for about fifteen seconds, and starting to worry he might not be able to hold his breath long enough for his scheme, when he felt something break the surface of the water near him. He closed his eyes and went limp, floating to the top of the water.

He felt himself get bodily hauled from the water, and boy was that a treat. Steve was strong, throwing him around like Eddie weighed nothing. It was almost enough to get a reaction out of Eddie, ruining his ruse, but he managed to remain limp in Steve’s arms, eyes closed. 

“Eddie, can you hear me?” Steve yelled, shaking Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie didn’t respond.

He felt Steve grip his jaw, opening his mouth, and then Steve’s lips pressed against his. Jackpot. Eddie wrapped an arm around Steve’s waist and kissed him while Steve tried to blow air into his lungs.

Steve pushed himself back, staring at Eddie in disbelief. “What the fuck, Munson?” Steve said, ignoring the crowd of onlookers. “If you wanted to kiss me, you could have just asked!” 

Divider by @steddiecameraroll-graphics

[sirenmoth]

Phantom Sensation

CW: RAPE/NON-CON, ghost sex, mirror sex, face slapping, face fucking, no lube, no prep, public sex, crying

Standing in the desolate changing cubical, the quietness was deafening as you smoothed over the fabric of the outfit you were trying out. A last minute invite meant a last minute urgent to any nearby clothing store you can find, hoping to score something suitable for the occasion. Turning this way and that to see how it looked and feels, sighing after deciding it didn't seem right as messaging that you weren't going. Looking back into the cubicle mirror you notice a crinkle on the fabric, like someone was holding it in their grasp, but you couldn't feel not see anyone there, and the changing rooms were all empty when you entered, not even an employee in sight.

Going to turn around, you pushed forward against the mirror, face turned sideways and eyes franticly trying to find someone or something in the small space, trying to find whoever or whatever is doing this. But still nothing, you shake and shiver as a set of invisible hands start to undo the fabric from your body, letting it bunch up and fall to the floor, leaving you bear and exposed. Still, the hands wonder, over your skin and down your sides and towards your hole, squeezing your hips and ass. Shaking your head as you plead the thing to leave you alone slip from your lips, unsure if it can actually hear you, you freeze up as you feel as second pair of hands akin to the first around your neck as the ones around your hips pulls you downwards, hard, causing you to fall to the ground with a sicking pop of your joints.

The hands around your neck disappear and the sensation of them squeezing your cheeks together and prying your mouth open is enough to bring tears to your eyes as they widen in fear, one set of fingers digging into your mouth and presses down on your tongue while another presses into your hole with a dry and rough pace and pressing against that sweet spot inside you. The fingers in your mouth reach back far, causing you to gag only to pull out and be replaced but a much thicker and girthier object that reaches the back of your throat again and again, each time it slides back into your mouth, you feel a solid wall hit your face and again and again as you struggle to breath. Your eyes roll back into your skull as the oxygen leaves your lungs

The same object enters your hole, quickly opening you up in one swift motion with the same dry and rough pace as before. Back and forth they move, your brain finally catches up to you, and that’s when you realize the things inside of you are cocks. Two, thick monstrous cocks splitting you open on both end, with no seeming concern for your wellbeing or safety. Seeking out their own pleasure from your own body.

Your vision starts to blacken when the entity in front pulls out, you think it’s giving you mercy as you cough up spit and what seems like pre-cum, but it's hard to tell, head hung low as you take in deep gulps of fresh air, your head swimming and eyes fuzzy, you think the beings are going to show mercy as the one behind slows. Only you were quickly proven wrong, a rough tug on your hair and a sharp slap across your face, again and again, each cheek turning bright red and stained with tears, before the invisible cock was shoved down your throat again. They want you awake for this. Why? You couldn't think of why.

You can see yourself in the mirror, mouth agape and lips swollen, jutting back and forth from the constant pulling from each unseen behind, both wanting you to themselves, treating you like a toy to fight over. Through blurry vision you see your ruined look, thoroughly fucked out and used, messy hair and teary eyes, bruised and sore skin. Muffled whines and gargled moans fill the room, a pained groan echoes out as the two beings empty themselves deep inside you, a salty yet cold substance coats your tongue and slides down your throat. Yet they don’t release you, stilling briefly before sliding out and switching back places, you take it as a moment of peace, to greedy take as much air as you can back in to your lungs, to try and process what is happening before they slide back in, using the goo-like substance left behind prior as lube. Not ready to leave or show mercy until they were satisfied. 

[hiraethwrote]

❝ AND I SIMPLY BLEND IN WITH THE WALLPAPER ❞

[ satoru gojo x f!reader]

♬ ₊˚. insp: wallpaper - megan cromwell

✧ summary: witnessing satoru with his new girlfriend, eight months after your breakup ✧ cw: angst, no comfort, attending a party, college au ig, no use of y/n ✧ word count: 2.2k

part 1 - part 2

“Don’t want to alarm you babe, but you-know-who just walked in.” You turned your head to confirm her warning, and sure enough, there he was. Satoru, handsome as ever.

So many months you had desperately tried to stitch together the heart he obliterated into tiny pieces, but there mere sight of him had the badly sewn stitches tear apart at the seams.

He looked happy — genuinely happy, with his familiar grin spread across his face to expose his adorable dimples and creasing his eyes.

And at his arm was her.

His new girlfriend, absolutely stunning as well. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she was tailor made for him. Craftily put together into the perfect girl who just fit beside him.

The way things were now, you knew you could never escape him. Not entirely. As long as you attended the same college, and had the same friends, you were destined to cross paths. And when that happened from time to time, you were just reminded of the gaping void he’d left in you.

But at the end of the day, you guess you were just glad you had friends after it all — even though those friends were his, first and foremost. But you were grateful that they had decided to remain at your side to some degree after they all had watched your relationship with their best friend crash and burn eight months ago.

“Hey,” Shoko broke your stare, drawing the attention to her. “Don’t let him ruin your evening, ‘kay? You’ve been doing great lately. Let’s just keep it that way!” She tried to give you a happy smile, but she didn’t manage to conceal how it was filled to the rim with pity.

“Yeah. Sure, it’s whatever.” There was an awkward pull of your tight lips. By letting her gaze flitter across your entire face, she could easily tell that it was in fact not ‘whatever’.

You wanted to shake off that horrible feeling that was sprouting in you, but it seemed like the universe had other plans. Because when Satoru suddenly came walking over, girlfriend right behind him, all the air immediately disappeared from your lungs.

“Hey guys,” he said cheerfully. You hated the fact that you couldn’t stop yourself from letting your eyes travel down his arm before it settled on his hand that was interlocked with her fingers in a tight and caring grip — like he was never planning on letting go.

Everyone’s eyes were on you. Everyone’s but his.

They could all feel the tension, the incredibly uncomfortable atmosphere of having to share the same space as the two of you — made worse by the fact that Satoru was acting as if you were just another acquaintance.

His gaze only grazed you when travelling the crowd, just like it did when he looked at the others. There were no signs of him even recognising that the two of you shared an intimate past, your theory reinforced as his hand let go of hers to move it to a loving grip on her waist.

The suffocating lump in your throat only grew as he kept chatting about all and everything. The conversation went smoothly within the group, watching intently as he talked with his friends with such ease, while you simply stood there. You might as well have disappeared into the wallpaper and he wouldn’t even have noticed.

“I’m just going to get some air,” you whispered to Shoko with a sad smile, not waiting for a response before you turned around completely to step out on the terrace in hopes to clear your head.

The fresh air greeted you like an old friend, serving some comfort while your mind was taking you down a dark path of ‘what if’s.

What if you had put up more of a fight that night eight months ago? If you’d followed him out the door instead of standing in a puddle of your own tears as you just watched him close the door in your face?

What if you could have prevented it? If there were signs along the way that you missed, and if you’d picked up on them in time you could have stopped him from leaving you?

There was, however, one ‘what if’ that was answered tonight.

What if it had nothing to do with you, and Satoru simply didn’t want to be in a relationship — seeing him tonight, with his hand resting reassuringly around her middle like he used to hold you, proved that was not the case.

Watching him shower her with affections of a boyfriend, you felt as if you were being abandoned all over again. It was utterly selfish, but you wanted for those romantic actions to be reserved for you only. For the loving smiles he bore to be directed at you again. You missed having his heavenly blue eyes stare deeply into yours, while you let your fingers brush through his soft, white locks. You wanted all that back, but it seemed like it wasn’t meant to be for you after all.

You turned around to see if he was still hanging around your friends by the kitchen island, if it was safe for you to return without having to feel as if you were only in the way. A sense of relief crept up on you when all you saw was Shoko and Utahime waving for you to come back inside, eagerness smeared on their faces for you to hang with them.

“How you holding up?” Utahime asked, draping a comforting arm across your shoulders before giving you a soft squeeze, pulling a sad chuckle from your lips.

“You know, it’s been eight months. I gotta let it go, right?” You said, looking between the two knowing it was a naive thought that you spoke, but it was at least a step in the right direction. “He’s dating again, which he is obviously allowed to. Maybe I should jump on that trend as well!”

“Aah, love the sound of that,” she gushed before placing a wet kiss on your cheek. “Satoru was never worth it anyways.” You playfully shoved her off you with a small laugh, as you desperately tried to wipe it away.

“Yeah, yeah. So you’ve said-“

The universe had to stop.

You were abruptly interrupted when no other than the man himself, simply breezed right past you. His arm just barely grazing yours as he passed, but it didn’t even faze him that you were standing right there.

Again, you let your eyes follow him as he hurriedly approached his girlfriend before wrapping his arms around her with haste, lifting her up in a tight embrace, her cute squeals finding their ways to your ears even through the music and sounds of the party.

This was just cruel — pure torture. As if you’d been given front row tickets to the show dedicated to your pain. Couldn’t the end credits just start rolling? Couldn’t the curtains close? Why was it fair for this scene to play out just a few feet in front of you?

And oh, how he gazed at her, as if she was the only girl in the world. Looking at them, one couldn’t even begin to think he’d ever had feelings for someone else prior to being with her.

Your hands turned numb, your heart beating so loud it was all you could hear. It even tuned out both Shoko and Utahime’s pleading attempts as drawing your attention elsewhere.

Gently tearing away from their grip, you ignored them calling your name as you ran up the stairs and entered the first door you came across. There was not a single ounce of care for who the bedroom belonged to, but it was empty. Along with the door, you shut the party out, now able to hear your own thoughts.

It came crashing over you, the sadness overwhelming you in an instant. Your hand found its way over your mouth as a loud and sharp sob came flying out of you. Taking a seat on the neatly made bed, you desperately tried to choke them back, drying the tears as soon as they fell from your eyes in order to try and save your makeup. When you eventually walked out that door again, you didn’t want anyone to be able to tell you’d bawled your eyes out seconds before.

For a while now, you had been doing fine, relatively speaking. Did he always manage to pop into your mind one way or another on a daily basis? Yes. But, you were slowly but surely moving on with your life. Even when you heard the news of him and his new girlfriend a month ago, you’d managed to keep it together until you were alone in your dorm that same evening.

But it was something about seeing them together, how his hands caressed her so gently like he worshipped her, was too much for your poor heart. There was only so much a girl could take.

Your sobs were quickly strangled in your throat when the door swung open.

“Oh, sorry thought this was the bathroom- hey, you okay?”

Of course… of course she had to be the one to walk in on you in the midst of your sorrowful breakdown, her name unwillingly parting your lips.

She was even prettier now, without all the distortion and disturbance of the party around her. Someone could have told you she was Aphrodite reincarnated, and you would believe them in a second. But it wasn’t just her physical beauty that radiated. She had something about her, a warmth nearly uncanny, destined to grab the attention in any room she walked into.

Her eyes rested on you, and you could swear you saw a flash of remorse gloss over them — she knew who you were. She knew you were his ex, but god knew what that entailed.

“Yeah!” You sniffled weakly. “Yeah, just tired. It’s been a long week.” You tried to chuckle, finally able to tear your gaze away from her to look down in your lap.

“I can imagine.” Her voice was dripping with true compassion. “If you wanna talk…”

“Thank you, I’m good.” You hated how bitter you sounded. She hadn’t done anything wrong, and from what you’d heard she was just a very sweet person all around.

“I’ll see you around?” You didn’t think she meant for it to sound like a question, but you had just managed to make her uncomfortable enough to the point where she didn’t have anything better to say to you.

Once you heard the door shut, hot, quiet tears started to fall from your eyes again as your mind began to wonder.

It had already been a month since they started dating — how well did she really know Satoru?

Did she know him like you did already? His secrets, like how he had a secret stash of sweets at the top of his wardrobe, because he was the only one who could reach it? Or his flaws, like how he tended to shy away when things turned rough? If you were to sit down with her, would you be able to tell her more about her boyfriend than she could?

As the constant spiralling continued, you knew you couldn’t stay here anymore. There was not a chance you’d enjoy the evening as long as these were the circumstances — watching them stare at each other with nothing but pure adoration in their eyes.

Running back down the stairs, you heard Shoko immediately call your name. “Don’t leave,” she pleaded as she came rushing over, tugging at your arm.

“I can’t stay here,” you said in a low voice, avoiding her gaze in hopes it would allow you to leave faster.

“No, please! You can’t let him do this!”

“I’m not.” A sound that was supposed to be a chuckle, but resembled more like a sob, slipped out of you. “It’s just… I talked to her. I don’t know, I just can’t look at them. Not tonight.”

When you finally found it in you to meet her gaze, you were pleased to tell by the look on her face that she understood. She wasn’t going to force you to stay if you were truly as uncomfortable as you appeared to be, softly giving your hand one last squeeze before letting go.

“I’ll come by tomorrow. We can order some food or something, okay?” You simply nodded weakly, forcing the faintest smile before she turned to join the party again.

One last time, you decided to shoot another look in Satoru’s direction. As expected, he was fawning over her still, the back of his hand grazing her cheek with the lightest touch while the other was intertwined with hers.

Maybe this was for the best.

As much as it pained you to witness it, he looked to be content — as if he was supposed to be with her. And when that breathtaking smile painted his features, you know it was for real. Of course you’d preferred it if it was you who were allowed to make him smile like that, but that wasn’t the case anymore. All you wanted for him, was for him to be happy. So if it was with her, so be it.

And you still love him, so dearly, enough to let him go.

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you are now regretting your nights of passion with your bosses. because when you try to resign after witnessing some horrific things done by their hands - well, let's just say that jìngyí very promptly reminds you of a few photos in his possession. along with how your body will always crave him and his husband.

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“Now why couldn’t you be a good girl like this when you first stepped in?”

Your trembling knees split over a dark pants leg. Calloused palms graze the exposed, soft flesh of your thighs. With long fingers curling into your supple skin and pulling you closer. Pressing your folds covered by black panties down onto his leg.

A soft mewl drips from your lips before your hand raises to your flushed face. Shame filing you to your core as you are ground down on your boss’ thigh. If only to whimper when he circles your wrist with his grip and pins it to the arm of his ebony office chair.

“Now,” Jìngyí tuts. A small spank delivered to your ass before he’s pressing you down further. The pressure combined with the bouncing of his leg twists pleasure through your core and your head throws back slightly. “Why hide that pretty face from me, sweetheart? Let your boss see how well you ride his thigh.”

The slow smile on his perfect lips made you wish to slap it off of his gorgeous face. Sharp features that hang a dark expression at the idea of doing this to you.

Again.

Tears of frustration well in your eyes. If only to spill when two fingers reach down, pull your panties to the side and stroke at your little clit. “A-Ah - sir,” is all you can whine. Hips bucking into his a bit more at the swirls of pleasure.

“There you go.” Jìngyí’s dark croon makes your ears wish to bleed. All you can do is helplessly rock yourself down on his thigh. On his thumb that mercilessly rubs at your throbbing clit. Just to see the way that you spill all over the fabric of his pants.

“I thought you enjoyed my touch? You did so last time. Oh how you spilled.”

His hand yanks your thighs up a bit. So that he can deliver a small smack to your weeping cunt before he’s shoving you back down and grinding you rougher. A yelp, then long, whining moans pull from your lungs and your hands shakily take his shoulders.

The look on your face says it all. Of course, you have always been painfully attracted to him - and his husband - you even found yourself between them on a few nights of passion. But recent events drove you to try your luck at quitting. Fearful of those that you called superior. Those you thought were gentle, benevolent.

Which is what wounded you up here. Riding on your boss’ lap after he so promptly reminded you of what exactly he has on your name. . . the scatter of nude photographs you so foolishly consented to blare on his desk. Evidence of your naivety.

Perhaps you should simply enjoy it. You do. The wonderful feel of the fabric against your quivering slit. His hands all over you. Either gripping at your thighs and grinding you faster or slipping up to cup at your breasts. His rough thumbs running along your perked nipples after a small spit to slick the sensitive flesh.

“How you mewled for me, my dear. Barely wanted me to leave this tight little pussy huh?” The doctor’s deep voice rings against your ear. His hands clamp down on your thighs and slot you over further. Fingers part your folds. Creating the most intense combination of pressure and friction that has you whining out and limping into him. Your hips sloppily grinding as pleasure swells through your being.

“S-Sir - Jìngyí - please,”

“Oh no, darling. Please, cum for me, hmm?”

That drawl in his voice. The way he reaches down to flick at your clit before tracing back up to rub your hard nipples. The feel of his lips is devilish on your neck. His hands. Everything.

You cannot stop yourself from the moan that spills. The desperation in both your tone and actions as you clench up around nothing. The pleasure brings a memory of his thick cock splitting you in two. Milking you for all you’re worth. And -

It’s enough to have you cumming. Creaming on his pants leg as your face falls into his shoulder. Mouthing into his neck as you moan for him. While your hips needily rock into him to ride out your orgasm. Feel that pleasure just a bit longer.

“There you go. That’s my girl. There she is.”

Jìngyí lets out a husky chuckle. Pulling at your thighs again so that you are kneeling over his. An eager tongue swipes across his lower lip at the sight of your essence dripping. Without warning - two fingers swipe along your slit. Stroking a few times before bringing the slick to your mouth.

His eyes said it all. Open darling. And so you do. Greedily taking in your own cum so that you might feel his digits press at the back of your tongue. Hear that deep chuckle of approval.

The hitch in his breath tells you he’s about to speak — if not for the door that slides open. Your heart stops, yet when you try to pull away from his fingers he merely curls them on your tongue and claws at your thigh.

“So,” a smooth voice, practically dripping with velvet, eases into the room. A familiar song that has you pressing your hips down onto Jìngyí’s thigh. “Suppose you were right, gēgē.”

A trail of saliva is all that connects your mouth to the doctor’s fingertips before he spins you around to face his husband’s cunning smirk. Those large hands split your thighs as Jìngyí grinds his hard bulge up into your dripping pussy. Earning a moan for Rishen who only grins at the sight.

“My - is it even considered blackmail at this point?”

He murmurs. Maroon eyes cast a glance to the pictures across the desk - a flash of memory washes over his gaze before the lust is all focused on you again. His smooth hands press down on your inner thighs as he leans over you. Red lips pressing to yours slowly, sensually. You cannot help but whimper.

Realisation rears its head. And your cunt throbs at the idea of being used by the husbands again. It twitches at the mere sight of them exchanging a kiss over your shoulder.

“Such a desperate little thing. But as promised,” Jìngyí sighs with a small shake of his head. “She is all yours first, my love.”

It’s all you heard before blurs find your vision. You aren’t even sure when you wounded up in Rishen’s lap who took his husband’s place in the chair - who you now face as Jìngyí leans against the desk. You couldn’t even remember hearing the buckle of his pants -

All you can feel is his hardened tip running along your wet slit. The mere notion that he’s already hard and ready for you has you whimpering.

“Mister Herrera . . .”

Your croak is greeted by one of those delicate, ring-decorated hands again. Fingers that wrap around your jaw and flex to squish at your face. Pull your head to the side to meet his addicting kisses once more.

“Hmm, darling? Are you scared?” Rishen’s drawl has you squirming. Especially when his tip drags between your folds. Collecting your slick and smearing his own.

“Shouldn’t be. You remember your favourite cock, right?”

And oh, does your pussy remember. It clenches the second he begins easing in. Inch by inch. As though trying to cling to it - make sure he never leaves again. Thank him for filling you to the brim as he always does.

Needy moans spill. Your hips buck at the feel of his dick throbbing in your gummy walls. The way that his hands guide your hips so that he can grind up against all of those perfect spots that have you mewling.

“R-Rish - Rishen,”

His spank to your thigh immediately has you correcting yourself. A trembling - ‘sorry Mister Herrera’ - taking its place before all you are subjected to is hiccups and gasping moans.

He fucks up into you mercilessly. As always. His grip easing from your thighs, to your hips - wrapping around your waist so that his gold rings dig into your skin. The new leverage that he has gives him the perfect force to bounce you like a ragdoll back onto his cock.

“A-Ah - hngh -mngh!”

“Yeah - yeah look at that. You were going to leave this, darling? Leave this cock? Huh?”

You sob and shake your head as the wet plapping of skin fills the room. Rishen makes sure that his balls slap against your fluttering folds repeatedly. Make sure you take all of him so that you can remind yourself what you tried to leave.

It is only when you see a blink in your vision that you look up properly. The sight before you only makes you clench up and cum around Rishen with a whining gasp.

Jìngyí stands there, leaned against the desk with a holographic screen at his right fingertips. Two fingers over a digital camera lens - very obviously recording the scene. You and your sopping cunt taking your other boss’ cock as though you were made for it. Spilling all over his lap as though you hadn’t brought your resignation in this morning.

“Seems like someone is a bit too excited over being filmed,” murmurs the doctor. Resisting the urge to reach his free hand down and stroke over his own bulge.

Rishen’s chuckle mocks your ear. A sharp clap echoes through the room. With the stinging flesh of your ass the evidence of his harsh hand. “Seems so. Ever the needy slut.” His hips piston with more force. If that was even possible. Pounding up into you until you’re throwing your head back and sobbing out apologies.

“P-Please - please - Rihh - Jìng - hngh.”

“Please what, my dear? Please fuck me faster? Please fill me up?”

“Please keep me here? Please keep recording?”

Their taunts bring tears to your eyes and squeeze the air out of your lungs. If not that — then the way that Rishen abruptly stood. Shoving you to the desk so that your legs dangle and rutting against your ass until you’re drooling all over the wood. Eyes rolled back. Cum squirting down your quivering thighs.

“Good little whore. Why leave when your pussy so desperately wants to stay?”

Rishen removes himself with only slap to your sopping cunt. Switching places with Jìngyí who wastes no time in unbuckling his pants and easing a rough hand over your head. So that your face is shoves into the desk. Moans melting into the wood as he presses into your dripping hole.

His groan is heavy. So are his thrusts. Heavier than his husband’s. More demanding - they shook the table even more somehow. All while you can do nothing but take it. Take - and take - and take your favourite cocks until you’re spilling all over the floor.

Dizzy. Pleasure filled. Begging for more. What a fool you were to think you could live without this.

“That’s it. Such a loyal whore.”

“Better get used to it, sweetheart. If you won’t be our secretary - how does our pretty little cumdump sound?

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In the Shadows of Gotham

cw: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, smut, Bruce Wayne x Girlfriend!Reader, fingering, p in v,  oral (f! receiving), overstimulation, body worship word count: 3.1K Summary: Bruce Wayne, the man who lives in the shadows of Gotham, the protector and savior of the city, has only one true weakness—you. After a long night of crime-fighting, Bruce returns home to indulge in your presence.

A/N: This is my first time writing for Bruce and I've had a few ideas swirling around for some time...I was ready to get something out! Happy reading <3

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The weight of Gotham’s night clung to the man you loved. Shadows danced through the large windows of Wayne Manor, wrapping their cold tendrils around the walls of the lavish bedroom where you lay waiting. The clock on the bedside table ticked past 3 AM, a constant reminder that Bruce was still out there, somewhere in the darkness, risking his life for the city that never slept.

You had grown used to the late nights, the endless hours of waiting, but tonight felt different. There was a heaviness in the air, thick with anticipation. You had caught glimpses of it over the last few days—how the tension seemed to coil around Bruce’s muscles like a bowstring, how his eyes darkened with an unspoken need whenever they settled on you. You could feel it building, the way you felt the storm brewing over Gotham before it broke the sky open.

The low, familiar sound of the Batmobile’s engine pulling into the hidden cave beneath the manor jolted you out of your thoughts. Bruce was home.

The idea made your heart race with a blend of excitement and nervousness. He had been so distant lately, his focus entirely on Gotham’s latest wave of crime. But tonight, as you lay in bed, waiting for him, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to change.

The door creaked open, and there he was, standing tall in the shadows of the room. Bruce Wayne. The man, the myth, the enigma wrapped in darkness. He shed the Bat like an old skin, letting it fall away as he stepped toward you. His broad shoulders were still encased in the black of his suit, but his cowl was off, revealing the intense blue of his eyes that locked onto you.

"You're awake," he said, his voice low and rough from the night's exertions.

"I couldn't sleep." Your voice was soft, inviting.

Bruce stood at the edge of the bed, towering over you. His gaze roamed over your form, lingering on the way your body was partially hidden beneath the sheets, but exposed enough to draw his attention. You felt the burn of his eyes on you like a physical touch, and heat bloomed in your core.

"You should rest," he murmured, though his voice was threaded with something darker, something deeper.

"I was waiting for you," you replied, sitting up slightly, the sheet slipping further down your chest, revealing the curve of your breasts.

His eyes darkened further, and a low growl of approval rumbled in his chest. "You shouldn't have to wait."

"But I want to," you whispered, your voice a breathy invitation. "I always wait for you, Bruce."

His control snapped like a taut wire. In a heartbeat, he was crawling onto the bed, moving with a predator's grace. He loomed over you, one hand coming up to cradle your face with surprising gentleness, while the other slid beneath the sheets, brushing over the softness of your skin.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he rasped, his lips inches from yours. "How hard it is to come back here night after night and not just...devour you."

"Then don't hold back," you breathed, leaning into his touch. "I want you, Bruce. All of you."

His lips crashed against yours in a kiss that stole the breath from your lungs. It was desperate, needy, filled with all the pent-up emotion he'd kept locked away behind the mask he wore for Gotham. His tongue slid against yours, and you moaned into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his thick, dark hair.

The hand that had been caressing your face moved down to grip your hip, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the hard length of him pressing against your thigh, and it sent a wave of heat pooling between your legs.

But Bruce didn’t move to undress you right away. Instead, he pulled back, staring down at you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

"I need to touch you," he said, his voice rough with desire. "All of you. I need to remind myself that you're here. That you're real."

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat as he slowly peeled the sheet away from your body, exposing your naked form to his hungry gaze. His eyes roamed over every inch of you, as if he was memorizing the way you looked, committing it to memory in case he never got another chance.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

You flushed under his praise, your body trembling with anticipation as he lowered himself down beside you. His large hands, rough from years of fighting, slid over your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He started at your collarbone, his fingers tracing the delicate line of your neck before dipping lower to cup your breasts. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, and you gasped, arching into his touch.

He took his time, worshipping every inch of you with his hands, his mouth following the path his fingers had blazed. He kissed the hollow of your throat, the curve of your breast, the soft swell of your stomach. Each touch, each kiss, was slow, deliberate, as if he was savoring the taste of you, the feel of your skin beneath his lips.

You were lost in the sensation, your body humming with pleasure. But it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

“Bruce,” you whimpered, your hands fisting in the sheets as his mouth trailed lower, kissing along the inside of your thighs. “Please...”

He groaned against your skin, his breath hot as he kissed his way closer to where you needed him most. “Patience, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Let me take my time with you.”

You whimpered again, your body aching with need, but you knew better than to rush him. Bruce was a man who controlled every aspect of his life with iron discipline, and that control extended to the bedroom. He liked to draw things out, to savor the slow build of pleasure until you were trembling on the edge of release.

And that’s exactly what he did.

His mouth finally found your core, and you cried out as he dragged his tongue slowly up your slit, teasing you with featherlight touches. He hummed against you, the sound vibrating through your entire body as he tasted you. His tongue circled your clit, drawing tight, controlled patterns that had you gasping for air.

Your hands flew to his hair, gripping the dark strands tightly as he continued to torment you with his mouth. He licked and sucked, his tongue never stopping its relentless assault on your clit. You could feel the orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure winding in your belly.

“Bruce,” you gasped, your hips bucking against his face. “I’m so close...please...”

He groaned again, his grip on your thighs tightening as he increased the pressure of his tongue, pushing you closer to the edge. You could feel the heat building, could feel yourself teetering on the brink of release.

And then he stopped.

You cried out in frustration as he pulled back, his lips glistening with your arousal. “Bruce, please...I need...”

“I know what you need,” he growled, crawling back up your body. His eyes were dark with lust, his pupils blown wide as he hovered over you. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Before you could protest, he was kissing you again, his mouth hot and insistent against yours. You could taste yourself on his lips, the salty sweetness of your arousal mixed with the raw, masculine flavor of him. It was intoxicating, and you couldn’t get enough.

His hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your slick entrance and slipping inside you. You moaned into his mouth, your body arching off the bed as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot deep inside you.

“Bruce,” you whimpered, your nails digging into his back. “Please...I need...”

“You’ll get what you need,” he rasped, his breath hot against your ear. “But first, I want to feel you come around my fingers. I want to watch you fall apart for me.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you clenched around his fingers as the coil of pleasure in your belly tightened once more. He added a third finger, stretching you in a way that was just on the edge of too much, but it felt so good that you couldn’t stop the moan that tore from your throat.

His thumb brushed over your clit, and that was all it took to send you tumbling over the edge. Your body seized, and you cried out as the orgasm crashed through you, your walls clenching around his fingers in waves of pleasure.

Bruce groaned, watching you with a look of pure, unadulterated lust as you fell apart beneath him. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “That’s my girl.”

You were still trembling from the aftershocks when he pulled his fingers out of you, his lips crashing against yours once more. You could taste yourself on his tongue, the tang of your release mixing with the roughness of his kiss.

Bruce pulled back, his chest heaving as he looked down at you, his eyes darker than the Gotham night. His hands were still on your trembling thighs, holding you open for him, and the way he gazed at you was as if you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the world. There was something primal in his expression, a need so deep it made your pulse race all over again.

"You're stunning when you come," he said in a low, gravelly voice, the sound vibrating deep in your chest. His fingers trailed up your thigh, teasingly grazing your oversensitive folds, and you whimpered at the sensation. You were still throbbing from your first orgasm, and even the slightest touch made you shiver with both pleasure and overstimulation.

But Bruce had other plans for you tonight. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “I’m not finished with you yet, sweetheart.”

A thrill shot through you at his words. You could feel the weight of his desire pressing against your thigh, hard and insistent, but instead of giving in to his own need, Bruce seemed intent on worshiping you, on drawing out every ounce of pleasure he could. You had seen him like this before—focused, deliberate, a man on a mission. Only now, his mission was you.

You bit your lip as he kissed down your neck again, his lips and tongue tracing the path of your earlier shudders. He was slow, methodical, savoring the way your body responded to him. Your skin was hypersensitive after your release, and every kiss, every brush of his rough hands, sent sparks of sensation through you.

“Bruce…,” you breathed, unsure whether you were begging for more or asking for mercy.

His lips curled into a smirk against your skin. “Too much?” he asked softly, though there was a teasing note in his voice. His hand slid back between your legs, his fingers lightly tracing your swollen, soaked folds. "Or maybe... not enough?"

The ache between your thighs reignited at his touch, and you moaned softly, your body arching toward him. You were caught between the lingering sensitivity of your first climax and the overwhelming desire for more. The pleasure had barely faded, and already, you felt it building again. Bruce's fingers dipped inside you once more, stroking you with a maddening slowness that made you squirm beneath him.

"I want to feel you come again," he said, his voice rough with need. "I want to see how many times I can make you fall apart for me tonight."

His words, dark and delicious, sent a new wave of heat pooling in your belly. You could feel the tension returning, the slow, insistent pulse of pleasure building as Bruce continued to work his fingers inside you, his thumb brushing over your clit in rhythmic circles. You clenched around him, your body already betraying you, already chasing the high of release again.

He was relentless, patient, his fingers curling against that sweet spot deep inside you, his thumb rubbing circles around your oversensitive clit. You could barely think, barely breathe as the pleasure built higher and higher, threatening to overwhelm you. You had never been so close to overstimulation before, and it was both too much and not enough all at once.

“Bruce—please, I—I can’t…” You gasped, your hands clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“You can,” he growled, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You will.”

His thumb pressed harder against your clit, his fingers moving faster inside you, and the coil of pleasure in your belly tightened so quickly you couldn’t stop the moan that tore from your throat. You were trembling, shaking with the intensity of it, your entire body on the verge of shattering under his touch.

Then, without warning, the orgasm hit you again, harder than before. Your vision blurred, your entire body arching off the bed as the pleasure exploded through you, wave after wave crashing over you. You cried out his name, your voice hoarse with the force of your release, and Bruce groaned in response, watching you fall apart beneath him.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Let go, sweetheart.”

Your body trembled with the aftershocks, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Bruce’s fingers slipped out of you, and you whimpered at the sudden emptiness, at the loss of his touch. But he wasn’t finished.

He kissed you again, his lips soft but insistent, and you melted into him, still shaking from the force of your second orgasm. His body pressed against yours, his hardness unmistakable as he settled between your legs. You could feel the heat of him, the weight of him, and it sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through you.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his lips trailing down the curve of your neck. “But I need more. I need to be inside you.”

You moaned softly, your body still thrumming with overstimulation, but the thought of him filling you, of him finally giving in to his own desire, made the ache between your thighs flare with renewed intensity.

"Please," you whispered, your voice trembling with need. "I want you, Bruce. I need you."

He groaned at your words, his resolve crumbling as he reached down to line himself up with your entrance. He was thick, hard, and the moment the tip of him pressed against your slick heat, you gasped, your body arching toward him in anticipation.

Slowly, agonizingly, Bruce pushed inside you, stretching you in a way that had your toes curling in pleasure. You moaned softly, your hands gripping his biceps as he filled you completely, inch by inch. It was almost too much after everything he had already put you through, but the pleasure far outweighed the pain.

“God, you feel so good,” he growled, his breath hot against your neck as he finally bottomed out inside you. “So fucking tight. So perfect.”

He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to the feel of him, but you could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles trembled with restraint. He was holding himself back for you, trying not to overwhelm you too soon, but you didn’t want restraint anymore.

"Bruce," you whimpered, rolling your hips against him, urging him to move. "Please…"

That single word broke him.

With a deep, primal groan, Bruce began to thrust into you, slow at first but with a growing intensity that had you gasping for air. Every stroke sent a shock of pleasure through you, your oversensitive body responding to him in ways you hadn’t thought possible. Each time he bottomed out, the head of his cock pressed against that sweet spot inside you, and the pleasure radiated outward, overwhelming you.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, your back arching off the bed as you moaned his name over and over again. He was relentless, his hips snapping against yours with increasing force, each thrust driving you higher and higher toward that precipice you had already tumbled over twice tonight.

"Look at me," Bruce growled, his hand gripping your jaw, tilting your head so that your eyes met his. His gaze was intense, filled with heat and adoration, and the sight of him above you, so consumed by his need for you, made your heart race. "I want to see you come for me again."

Your body obeyed before your mind could catch up. The tight coil of pleasure in your belly unraveled, and your orgasm hit you like a freight train. You cried out his name, your walls clenching around him, milking him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you.

Bruce groaned, his hips stuttering as your release triggered his own. With a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself inside you, his body trembling as he spilled into you. His thrusts slowed, becoming more erratic as he rode out his orgasm, until finally, he collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing hard, slick with sweat and sated.

For a few moments, the only sound in the room was the sound of your ragged breaths mingling together. Bruce’s weight was comforting on top of you, grounding you as your mind slowly returned to your body. He didn’t pull out right away, staying inside you, still hard enough to keep you full as he kissed your forehead, your cheek, your lips.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice rough but filled with something softer, something tender.

You smiled up at him, your hand sliding up to cup his face. "So are you."

Bruce let out a soft chuckle, his lips brushing against yours in a lazy, languid kiss. “I think I might’ve broken you,” he teased, his thumb tracing the curve of your swollen lips.

“You did,” you admitted with a breathless laugh. “In the best possible way.”

He rolled over onto his back, taking you with him so that you were lying on his chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, and you let out a contented sigh as you snuggled into the warmth of his body.

“I could stay like this forever,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his chest, just above his heart.

Bruce smiled softly, his hand stroking your back in slow, soothing circles. “So could I.”

For a while, the two of you simply lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten. There was no crime, no shadows. There was only the two of you, tangled together in the aftermath of your shared pleasure, basking in the warmth of your love.

[anantaru]

cw. enemies to lovers, rough fucking, mean wriothesley, mentions of "good girl" and "fucktoy", fem! reader

you shouldn't adore wriothesley— nor look at him with those glowy eyes which occasionally manifest into a dazed glimmer when he finds himself in between your thighs after making your life a living hell— the arrogance of his person prickling through his entire facial expression that it made you sick to your stomach.

but those parted lips of yours, they made him go insane, and they're quite delicious if he was being honest.

wriothesley wonders how they'd feel tightly wrapped around his dripping cock— are you a soft sucker and get wet when his musky scent invades your nostrils? do you take your time like a good girl? or do you want him to sob hysterically as you harshly hollow your cheeks and swallow his cock until the tip of your nose tickles his base and your chin repeatedly hit his sore balls?

your mouth was hot against his skin and left him fully exposed— his lips quirking up against your face when he grinds his hips desperately with a rumbling hum, his expression sickly sweet with barely hidden amusement when your pussy instantly clenches down on him. the friction was near unbearable that your cunt made squelching noises that echoed through the animated hotness in the room.

"oh, wow," wriothesley whispers softly, his fingers clasping at the flesh of your thighs, keeping you steady and open, tongue laving wet into your mouth as he drags your arousal-slick walls back around to his own desperate erection twitching in you.

"you're already dripping wet," he pauses, his breathing uneven as his hands catch on either side of your sore body, thrusting into you as your back bends with a feline arch tilted upwards,

"i'm so flattered," he adds, "but you're so dirty, so fucking dirty,"

wriothesley points out the obvious, carefully pushing his cock through your walls rather than slamming it as he had intended, in fact— you cannot wait to make him pay for practically humiliating you with his choice of dirty talk.

considering that it even came to this point was unbelievably embarrassing if the duke wasn't this handsome.

although whenever he opens his mouth to speak, you could take back everything you said instantly.

"don't play dumb with me," he watches how you struggle, how you writhe beneath his large body and glance questionably up through lowered eyelashes.

but instead of answering, you continue to moan softly into his shoulder as he practically punches the air from your lungs while warming the deepest parts in your pussy, rolling his hips faster into your cunt and watching with pride how you're slowly turning into his little fucktoy.

"ahh.. shut it," you pant out, though it hardly distracts him from fucking the broad daylight out of you.

"come on," wriothesley demands, "don't you know when to quit denying that you do like all of this?"

he retorts and instantly manhandles your body and thrusts you back and forth like you're practically made out of nothing.

"yeah..." you whine, "won't give you— ah! fuck,"

your hands slip beneath his shoulders to hold him closer to soften the impact of the fast, teasing shoves on your cunt before you tease faint scratches on his back, your nails like searing daggers on his skin, setting him aflame.

he captures those swollen lips of yours in a filthy-wet kiss, slower and less violent than before that it made you flinch a little, tongues sliding hot and slick with near-pornographic promise, sweet tides of your melting liquids slicking around your thighs and the base of his cock, drying on your flesh and looking filthy.

denying yourself off this pleasure was no longer an option— because you enjoyed this, as much as he did, the air shifting between your bodies with rapid, shallow thrusts that the tension pulls so taut that you wonder how long your limbs would allow him to fuck through you.

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[tojisun]

cw: smut (mxm-centric at first); mentioned pegging; poly!!; i fucked up the canon but it is what it is; this is just smthn short and super rambly :(( // divider by @/plutism

poolverine fucking in the odyssey, but they (mostly wade) keep taunting each other by name-dropping you because before this, before anything, you are the only unifying connection they both have—you are a friendly coworker of wade’s, and you are the only one with enough patience to listen to logan’s drunken musings.

you are the only thing they want to come home to. wherever home that would be.

(wade wants to protect you; logan wants a reality where he makes things right. somewhere along the way, this mission found its centre piece and it’s always you.)

it starts with wade. he’d been quiet for all the three seconds that he’s gobbling up all of logan’s cock, before he tips his head up with a manic giggle. it would have exposed the column of his neck if it wasn’t for his mask, and logan’s gums itch with the need to bury his teeth on wade’s skin; he wants ro dig them enough that they’d tear through, and leave a long-lasting mark to get him and wade by.

he twitches, muscles rippling as he prepares to pull him close, but then wade rasps out, “peanut wouldn’t believe ‘er eyes if she’d been here.”

it punches the air out from logan’s lungs and he snarls, blood jumping at the reminder of his failure because it is, otherwise you would be here by his side right now.

“shut yer mouth.”

wade hums, unperturbed, and raises his hips just enough to drag logan’s cock out, before fucking back down on it. it makes logan hiss, pleasure blinding him, and wade moans in tandem.

logan enjoys only a handful of blissful moments—wade is warm and perfect on top of him—until wade begins to babble mindlessly again.

“but she’d—ah!—love to hear this,” wade trills, sounding so giddy. “she’d be so excited—hn!—to know we’re gettin’ along!”

“she won’t know,” logan snaps, threatening. “because you won’t tell.”

(tthey both know that the anger and the growling are just a front because logan has been so unbelievably gentle with wade ever since their last duel. his touch is ever so conscious now as he holds onto wade’s waist, and he rubs soothing nothings on whatever patch of skin he can reach with his thumbs.

wade is—

wade is the one good thing in logan’s life right now; the closest one he can hold and protect because you’re somewhere he can’t reach. wade is the reminder that there is something worth fighting for, worth living for, and so he holds him like the gift he is.

he lo—

he cares for wade, which is why being soft to him comes easy.)

wade lets out another manic giggle, and presses close to nuzzle the muzzle of his mask on logan’s chin.

“but don’t you want to me to show her how you fucked me? maybe we can even recreate it before you fuck her because this—” wade clenches around logan’s cock, “will ruin her pussy. let me prepare her for you, huh?”

logan doesn’t reply—he doesn’t think he can, not with wade’s words swirling in his mind. the thought of wade teaching you how to please logan; of wade fucking you wet and loose for logan; of wade breaking you in for logan has him moaning, his own restraint snapping as his pleasure bloats.

he fucks up, matching wade’s bounces, and wade trills a breathy laugh, the sound of it curling into a drawn-out moan.

“oh, so you liked ‘at, huh?” wade purrs. “‘cause i did too.”

.

logan leans back to his seat, his cock twitching underneath his pants in interest because this? this is better than he’d imagined. he knows it’s better than what wade was expecting too, if the whimpered groans of his pleasure were to be used as points of reference.

“you ready for me, baby?” you croon as you rut the length of your strap against wade’s cock—the size differences comical, especially as it has wade stuttering in apprehension.

“uh,” wade says, blinking at you owlishly. “yeah?”

you hum, endeared. “good boy.”

logan watches, his throat parched, as you begin to fuck wade. it is hot, truly, but guess he’d have to break you in himself, huh bubsy?