#gripping to that thigh to save his life etc

[the-acid-pear]

Okay I hit a wall w this drawing and I smashed past it so y'all get to see a wip I'm so fucking close to being finally done. I mean I'm barely in the sketching part but everyone knows that's the hardest. Lineart and color I always breeze thru. This has been taking me MONTHS.

[tempting-andromeda]

NSFW HEADCANONS 3

Characters: Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Sean MacGuire, Lenny Summers, Kieran Duffy, Micah Bell, Eagle flies

Arthur Morgan

Bites your lip while you kiss. He’ll suck on it but he thinks biting it is even more attractive.

Has a biiig thing for eye contact. He keeps his eyes on you the whole time but if you look at him it sends him

He tries not to be too rough but he’s caught himself a few times applying too much force into shifting positions or grabbing the back of your thighs

Occasionally teases you but it’s mostly full of praise. Like “look at you” with a slight chuckle.

John Marston

Has once broken his cot and didn’t stop. It boosted the fuck out of his ego

Does not shut up. It’s physically impossible for him to stay silent and not make a sound.

Sometimes when he’s a little drunk and needy he’ll stand behind you and slowly grind himself into you

If you rub his thighs or his arms he gets turned on. He acts like you’re practically throwing yourself onto him and he’s holding himself back if you just squeeze his bicep.

Dutch Van Der Linde

He likes to lead you into intimacy. Like helping you change or helping you unwind knowing he’s a lil heated

Likes to be the mastermind of the situation. He asked you to put on that outfit because he knew he’d be taking it off

Likes to take his time to admire you no matter how flustered you get. He runs his cold rings along your stomach and smirks

Coaxes you into things by kissing your ankles or neck while he leads you into positions.

Charles Smith

If you have your period I think he’d be great at it. Like he’d know exactly what to do.

Cannot set a constant pace to save his life. He can start slow and steady but if he finishing like that? Absolutely not

He isn’t used to someone taking care of him but when you do? He’s barely able to stay still. He’s forcing his hips from bucking and he’s biting his bottom lip.

He likes of you hold his hair back while he goes down on you. He fuels something within him.

Javier Escuella

Always presses his face into your neck

Ik we say John is whiny and shit but Javier?! I bet he’d throw his head back and let out a breathy whine

Sometimes he “edges” himself by pulling out or stops moving his hips so he doesn’t finish and can last longer

Stays quiet sometimes but just grunts and mumbles into your ear

Sean MacGuire

Doesn’t even bother to get either of you completely undressed. He complains when it gets in his way but he finds it a bit attractive.

He’d get off humping your leg if you wanted. He’s so bad it’s nearly pathetic (in a hot way)

Horrendous at pillow talk or aftercare. But he tries. He usually comes down by like chuckling softly and being like “yer legs were over my shoulders”

Loses his mind is you tease him. Grab his thigh, accident caress his bulge? He’s about to break into tears if you keep it up.

Lenny Summers

He likes to hold your hand in missionary. He’ll grip onto it and sometimes he’ll accidentally pin your hands above your head because he wants to hold both of your hands

He’s into feedback when he goes down on you. He’s not the most experienced but he knows how to follow directions.

He gets dizzy and flustered from kisses so he likes when you cover him in kisses. He won’t complain if you’re wearing lipstick either

Holds the back of your head for nearly anything. While you’re going down on him, while he’s fucking you, while your kissing?

Kieran Duffy

Likes being behind you to hold you close and grab onto your chest and stomach. He gets so needy with it.

He gets embarrassed if you see his face so he tries to keep it hidden like he hides it in your hair, his arm, etc

Will knead your thighs if he’s between them. He’s grippin onto those bad boys like his life depends on it.

If you’re between his legs he’s bucking up into you and holding your head. He feels bad about it but he can’t help himself.

Micah Bell

He thinks messy sex that kinda makes you feel embarrassed afterwards is the best kind

Likes when your surprised by his actions. Like he’ll slap you and then kiss you and watch your confused and flustered reaction

Ruins clothes and he’s proud about it. He asks you to wear your favorite blouse just to rip all the buttons off

Loves to choke you. He thinks you look pretty with your face all red knowing that you’re letting him do this to you

Eagle Flies

He likes marks. Hickeys on either one of you, scratches, etc. he gets a rise seeing a mark he left the day before or he feels a little cocky when someone mentions the scratches on his back.

He pants and groans at anything when he’s in the mood. He physically can’t hold back. Run your fingers through his hair or gently touch his waist.

His hair down in missionary. That’s it.

He confident enough to beg. Like if you want him to be more desperate he is desperate. He’ll get on his knees and follow you to the bed.

[yourgentlegirlfriend]

Saw your post about writing, I love older Leon with a younger more naive reader, could you maybe do something along those lines? 👉👈

YES! I’m so glad somebody requested more older Leon, im in love with writing it. I whipped something up as fast as i could but i ended it on a little teaseeee if you guys REALLY like it i’ll finish it!!:))

DISCLAIMER!! this is 18+ ONLY, please do not interact with my blog if you are underaged or don’t have age indicator in your bio!! thank you!!

f!reader x much older Vendetta/ID Leon. Mentions of size difference, slight angst if you squint literally, VERY little smut but it is there. mentions of choking, biting lip. use of pet names (sweetheart, angel, etc.) BIKER LEON HELLO. Leon is obsessed with you, and you’re dumb.

Word count: 1.4k it’s small

Leon always says you were his saving grace. The two of you met during a time in his life where he really needed you. You were bubbly, happy, much younger but he pushed that aside. The only reason you guys met was because you went to go get your brothers bike fixed for him, standing waiting before the mechanic had told you a list of reasons as to why it would cost you almost ten thousand dollars in repairs. You knew enough about cars but nothing about motorcycles, your jaw dropped staring at the man in front of you as you shook your head.

“The tire went out? That was it-“

You cut yourself off, pulling out your check book with a frustrated sigh, before you can even sign on the line a man stepped next to you, squinting at the numbers on the paper then to the mechanic in front of the both of you.

“This what this business is about? Lying to women for no reason?”

The man grabbed the check book scoffing at the astonishing price you were about to pay, the mechanic stuttered over his words before the man once again cut him off.

“Just bring the bike back up front”

You stared at the man in awe. You knew that you were being scammed but you are the one who fucked up the bike so as long as it was fixed you didn’t care. He handed you back your check book and nodded his head towards the workers bringing the bike back up front.

“I’ll fix it for you, no cost too. Well, unless you let me take you to dinner.”

His smile was gorgeous. He was gorgeous. You felt red spread across your face as you nodded, shoving your check book back in your purse as the two of you walked out the front door.

Leon Kennedy was his name, he told you while he propped the bike up, leaning down before swatting his hand signaling you to stand over him and watch him. And he taught you more than you knew, maybe more than you needed to know. You couldn’t help but smile as he stood up, wiping his hands on his pants before looking at you.

“All done.”

And before he could even speak again you pulled your wallet out, grabbing at the cash you had stored. Leon let out a chuckle as he covered your hand with his, shaking his head.

——————

Leon was adamant about taking you to dinner, at least twice a week. Since the two of you met he would pick you up every Monday and Friday, and take you these outrageously fancy and expensive restaurants. Leon stopped his bike, stepping off before grabbing your hand to help you keep your balance as you swung your leg over. The two of you began your walk up the stairs as you rambled on about the girls at your work and how one of them was stealing produce, your words interrupted by Leon’s hand gripping the back of your skirt, pulling it down slightly so it would cover you up more because apparently your skirt rode up on the ride here. Did he just do that? A part of you wanted to yell at him, but physically, your throat went dry and your thighs squeezed together. There was no label on you two, you weren’t girlfriend and boyfriend, but you did spend to much time together. You bit at your cheek as Leon checked you in for your reservations, turning back to you as the waiter walked the two of you to your table. Your hand reached out for the chair but Leon- as smooth as ever he was- brushed beside you, pulling out your chair. You sighed softly, looking up at the man with a smile as you sat down, your ankles crossing over each other. The air was thick between you two but it had been for about the past week. Leon always ordered for you two, mainly because he knew what he was doing. The two of you sat silent as you stared at the menu before you placed yours down, staring at Leon with your eyebrows slightly frowned. He was scanning the menu, his attention not on you of course. He had to have felt the gaze because his eyes flicked up to meet yours, causing him to place down the menu.

“What’s up sweetheart, you seem bothered.”

Bothered was an understatement. Your eyes rolled as before you stared at your glass of water.

“Is it our age gap? Or what? I mean jesus Leon i’m sitting here wondering why I’m not good enough for you..”

Instead of comforting you, Leon let out a chuckle, taking a sip from the wine in his glass. Leon shrugged as he leaned back against the chair with a smug smile on his face.

“Angel, if i didn’t value you and want you to be mine why would i spend almost a thousand a week just to see that pretty smile?”

——————

“He’s what?”

Damien, your brother yelled as you and Leon sat at the table with him, Leon’s hand gripping at your thigh under the table at your brothers outburst. You knew he would react this way when finding out about yours and Leon’s very much prominent age gap of 9 (and a half) years.

“Leon takes care of me Dami.. you don’t have to be mad-“

Damien interrupted you, ranting on about how disappointed mom and dad would be with how you decided to play out your life. Leon lifting you from your seat and basically dragging you out the door made the anger building in your stomach stop.

“We are leaving.”

Leons voice was stern as the two of you walked down the steps of your brothers porch, Damien following behind, arms crossed as he watched Leon carefully place the helmet on your head before he swung his leg over his bike, you following him like a stray puppy, laying the side of your covered head on his back as you watched your brother look at you in disgust.

Leon was silent, but the way he sped down the street told you everything you needed to know. When the two of you finally arrived back at the house, even in his anger he still held the door open for you, when you stepped in he slammed it. sighing as he pulled his jacket off.

“Leon, Im so sorry.”

Leon shook his head watching you play with your fingers, a groan leaving his lips as you folded his jacket for him.

“You are just so..”

Leon grumbled as he grabbed your hips, squeezing them in his much larger hands. You frowned up at him, your hands slowly rubbing up his chest and past his shoulders.

“I love you, it’s not fair.”

Leon nodded down at you, pecking your nose softly before one of his hands left your hip to gently grab at your chin, he took in a deep inhale, he loved the way you smelled. With your strawberry lipgloss and vanilla lotion, he was obsessed with you. The way you would do anything for him, you were his and you knew that too. His lips pressed into yours, his hand that was at your hip sliding to hold your back pulling you closer into him.

Your hands went to pull away from him but he was much stronger, tilting his head into yours causing a soft whimper to fall from your lips as his teeth nipped at your now puffy bottom lip. He pulled back, smirking at the sight of you with your hooded eyes, looking at him like he was the only person in the world. You went to whine something to him but he shushed you immediately, dragging you over to the couch.

“Just don’t talk.”

He mumbled as he sat himself down on his sofa, pulling you between his legs. He admired your outfits more than you knew, the way you always wear cute little skirts for him, or when you guys go out to dinner and you wear that red dress that he fucking adores. Everything hugs your body so perfectly. Your fingertips grazed over his shoulder, your body pushing forward with a gasp as Leon yanked your skirt down your legs, a hum leaving his throat as he gripped at your thighs.

“Leon be careful clothes are expensive!”

You whined with a giggle as Leon dragged you down to the couch, this made you realize just how much stronger and bigger Leon really was, the shyness washing over you as he hovered over you, his hand grabbing at your throat gently, he didn’t want to hurt you (yet).

“I told you not to talk, you act like I don’t buy you all those skimpy little skirts anyways..”

[s1llysmut]

Can I request a Husk NSFW alphabet >_<

A/N: Absolutely! I’ve been waiting for this!

NSFW alphabet for Husk

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Prepare for some great cuddling! He’ll save cleaning up for later unless it’s like a huge mess. He will just hold you or lay on you until you both fall asleep. He purrs by the way.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part on himself is his wings. He simply likes flying around. On you he loves your waist. He loves wrapping his arms around you and hugging you from behind. He also loves using your waist for a good grip when he’s railing you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves cumming in you but only with a condom on. He’s terrified of having kids cause he’s scared they’d have a bad life in hell.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has 100% sniffed your panties before when you weren’t around. He’s probably used them to get off too.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s quite experienced. A little rusty but overall good. He knows what makes you tick.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style. He likes to watch your ass jiggle.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious but if you start being goofy he’ll join in.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn’t shave. It’s all natural baby.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s extremely intimate. He doesn’t just see sex as sex, he sees it as love making. Why wouldn’t he be intimate with such an intimate act?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He uses your panties to get off. He’ll sniff them and rub his dick with them.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hair pulling. He loves to hit it from the back and tug at your hair.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bedroom. He’s very private.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He’s a sucker for you in lingerie. He just melts.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won’t do threesomes or anything risky like public sex. He doesn’t want to share you with anyone.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a GOD at giving head. He loves having his head nestled between your thighs while you’re moaning and tugging at his ears.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s slow but deep and hard. A weird mix of slow and sensual and rough?

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He hardly ever does them. He wants to take his time with you. He doesn’t see the point in making love if it’s rushed.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Absolutely not. Sex is a very private act to him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go about 3 rounds give or take.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns rope to tie you up but that’s it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He only teases you as a form of foreplay.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He grunts a lot. Like an old man lmao.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves it when you touch his ears. If you do it in public he will get so red.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s packing a girthy 6.5 inches. And yes it has those marks that actual cats have.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not very high. During mating season however that’s a different story.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Like I said in the aftercare part, almost instantly.

[neverchecking]

NSFW Alphabet- Twilight Edition

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Twilight is great at aftercare. He absolute showers his lover's body in absolute adoration. He's rubbing out the tense muscles, offering water, whispering nothing but sweet praises into his Darling's ears. He's lacing kisses up and down the column of their neck and leaving his touch nothing but a whisper of heat along their skin. It's enticing enough to go for another round...

Or three.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Just one? He can't. He won't... But I will. It's a toss up between thighs that just lock around his neck, keeping him right where they want him and using him as nothing more than a glorified toy and ass cheeks that are just so flush and plump, molding in between his fingers as he grips onto them, squeezing them as his hips crash against theirs and-

You know, the finer things in life.

On him? His hands. Hands the can lift his lover up by those delectable thighs and pin them against the wall. Hands that can bring his darling to absolute ecstasy. Hands that can do so much harm but are rendered useless for anything but good when it comes to his love.

Hands that can strangle the life out of someone's eyes for the simple act of thinking they could even look at what was his.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Oh, he loves, loves, loves filling his darling to the absolute brim. Just load after load, watching it leak of their pretty little hole if only to replace what was lost tenfold. Watching their stomach swell just the slightest as he lays a hand on the mound, pushing just enough for another glob of cum to bulb out and onto the sheets below. Which he would be more than happy to stuff back in, using his fingers to shove it where it belongs, lest you waste it of course.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has the biggest praise kink ever. Call him your good boy while you gently brush his hair back. Tell him how good he sits for you while you use him for all of your desires. Use your moans to sing his praises about how precious he is and how adorable he looks underneath of you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's a simple country boy. So, not experienced. At all. He was saving himself for marriage <3. But he knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with his darling. And if he gets to please them along the way, he'll play the glorious student, soaking in your teachings as if they were divine scripture.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

C'mon. You know what the obvious answer is here. And while, yes, doggy is well and good, he also loves cowgirl. Watching his partner bounce on top of him, letting his hands roam from their thighs to their chest back down to ass, groping and squeezing every chance he gets.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It's a bit of both. If he can tell his partner is tense and nervous, he's gently cooing at them, maybe cracking a joke to get them to loosen up, but ultimately he's more serious. He's soaking in the intimacy and the absolute feeling surrounding the action, committing it to memory.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Y'all don't wanna hear it, but...it's a bush. He does not shave it, barely ever trims it. It's a mess. Darker than the hair on his head, but not by a lot. He washes it, yeah, but that's the extent of it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Okay, he's so in love with you. He is cradling your jaw, cooing down at you and treating you like porcelain. He makes it a point to kiss you every chance he gets because, to Twilight, a kiss is such an intimate thing to him (Am I referencing the manga and my own theories on it?...maybe). And it's one of the highest forms of affection he can give.

So, yeah, he's pretty intimate.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He very rarely did it before his adventure, he was too busy working. He very rarely did it during his adventure, he had other things to worry about. He very rarely did it after, he was fixing Hyrule and mourning the loss of Midna.

But when he met you? He never does it. Why bother? It would be a waste. Why bother when he can just pump you so full you see stars?

Why jack himself off when he can fuck you silly?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

WHERE DO I BEGIN?!

A-hem. Breeding Kink. All the way. He's obsessed with the idea, regardless if his partner can get pregnant or not. Bondage. The thought of giving ones control to another so willingly in such a form of trust just makes him so hot and bothered. Marking. He loves marking his partner; bites, hickeys, claw marks, bruises. Loves it. Gagging. This is super self-indulgent, but he loves making his lover gag on his cock when their insistent on sucking him off. Feeling their throat constrict against it while tears pear in their eyes? Drives him nuts. To name a few~

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Any room thats pretty private. Like I've said, he hates public sex because that's his. That view is his alone and he hates sharing. Hates, hates, hates, hates, HATES. But if there's a door and four walls? He's pinning you to one of them with a hand over your mouth as he takes you then and there.

Although, all of that being said, I can't say he's totally against having sex in the back of the barn. Let him eat you out/suck you off and he's convinced. Seems like a fair trade to me <3

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Fuuuck, anything really. Wearing a particularly tight set of tights? Boner. Bending down to pick up some laundry you dropped? Boner. Sitting at the table and filing taxes (Does Hyrule have taxes? Does now.), and nibbling on your pencil? BONER.

But seeing you on top of Epona, hips rocking as you goad her into a gait, chest following the flow of your hips? He's excusing himself for a moment.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He is one thousand percent against actually hurting you. Like that's his biggest no to ever no. He's just so much bigger and stronger than you. Who's to say the beast doesn't get the best of him? Yes, he has immaculate control over it these days, but that doesn't mean its perfect.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves, loves, loves giving. Hearing the noises his lover can make and feeling them come undone from his ministrations alone. One of his favorite things is seeing how many times he can get his partner to cum with his tongue alone. And lemme tell you, he's so good with his mouth. There's something primal about the way he goes down on his partner that's just...ethereal.

He can take or leave receiving, really. He's going to be grateful, of course, but he's going to return the favor tenfold. <3

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Oh he's all for the slow and sensual, taking apart his lover in every way he can think of. Watching as they just melt under his touch for a night of gentle touches and whispered devotions. But something about fast and rough that makes the canine part of him just howl in joy. He's all for biting along his darling's spine while pulling their hips to meet his every thrust.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Depends. In public? Hates them. Like I'll explain, he hates things in public. He possessive and protective over what's his. It's the canine in him. But when there's a room, and thirty minutes to spare? He's pulling you into the room, locking the door and taking you apart then and there. Watching you shake and quiver, before walking out like nothing ever happened. :D

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's not a huge fan of risks. He'll experiment with whatever his love wants, but when it comes to things like public sex, he's not into it. He's a humble boy who wants his private life to remain so. The view of his lover his for his eyes alone. And anyone else who dares to try even a glimpse are swiftly dealt with.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Has stamina for days. Have you seen him? Have you seen how he can wrangle goats the size the a small hut? How he's been on a farm, working for as long as he can remember?

Twilight has the stamina to go for hours, and he will. Anything to see the love of his life absolutely ruined.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Owns a collar. For sure. Whether it's used on him so you can tie him up and pull him around wherever you wish, or it's used on you to keep you right where he wants you, again depends on his mood. He also owns a lasso, which he definitely uses to hogtie his beloved however he desires. The sight of the rope burn, so pretty and just a tinge of red, makes him absolutely lose his mind.

And maybe, just maybe, he'll pull out that whip he kept around. (IYKYK)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Depends on his mood. Some days he's purposefully going without a shirt, lugging around feed for the goats directly in your line of sight and making sure the sweat drips down the line of his spine just right. Other days, he's far too impatient to even consider it and simply takes.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh he's the loudest. Change my mind. You can't. He's whining, whimpering, moaning at every little touch. You can't even breath on his neck before he's keening into their neck and grappling onto his darling like a lifeline.

I'm sure if you overstimulate him just enough, you can even make him howl...Just a little.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He's got some of the biggest tits in the group. Hands down. Play with them, gently such his nipples, play with his pecs, squish and meld them to whatever your heart desires. Suck hickeys onto them, bite at them, do whatever you wish. He's all for it. He loves when you play with them. He is nothing but a toy for you to use.

Just don't go complaining when he returns the favor.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Twilight is packing. He's a country boy. He's got the girth and the length enough to make his lover see stars. A solid seven inches, eight when hard, with a delicious curve that's just enough to rock against all the right spots. And, it's got a truly perfect vein running right up the underside of his shift and when it's licked just right it leaves him nothing but a whimpering mess.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Listen.

It's high. It wasn't before his adventure, but something about having that wolf side to him just absolute makes it sky rocket. It's only thoughts are breed, breed, breed, mate, breed, mate, pups, breed, breed.

Just seeing his lover stretch or make dinner, or tend to the horse, or breath, existing in his very presence is enough to have him rearing, ready to go, pining them to the counter and tearing anything that stands between him and his goal.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Twilight falls asleep the moment his darling his safe, content and in his line of sight. He's pulling them into his chest and letting them lay there, their weight a comforting familiarity to him as sundown paints their skin a gorgeous tint of oranges and yellows.

[forgetminot]

Trust Me.

♡ Leon Kennedy x !gn reader ♡

[ Warnings : Trust issues, angst, fluff, read from the readers view (low self-esteem, confidence, trust issues etc) , soft Leon ]

Author's Note : I started this off thinking it was going to be full on explosive angst and then ended it with fluff because I'm too soft. On a serious note mental health is very important and therapy can really help! My dms/requests are always open 💙

Summary : You and Leon bump into Ada on a mission, you struggle to get the thought of her and Leon together out of your head.

It was her, it had always been her. No matter how many times Leon tried to tell you otherwise, you knew. She was a part of him that he couldn't let go, no matter how hard he tried to forget.

"You haven't changed one bit, Leon." She was so confident when she spoke, her hips swaying from left to right as she approached you both. You stood behind Leon, hand holding firmly on the grip of your gun that sat in its holster. She sighed, arms tightly crossed against her chest. "I'm going to need that sample, handsome."

"You know I can't give you it, Ada."

Ada. You knew her name, of course you did. You had heard many stories about the mysterious woman that had saved Leon's life back in Racoon City, you just never thought you'd see her face to face and in the flesh. After all, she was dead- right? That's what Leon had told you, that's what he thought.

"If you don't give me the sample." She raises her gun, aiming it straight at Leon. "I will have to take it from you."

You pull your gun out of its holster, stepping beside Leon and copying Ada's actions. She smiles, her red lips curving into a small smirk.

"Who's this, Leon?" She tilts her head slightly as she speaks. He doesn't reply, instead he places his hand against the barrel of your gun and lowers it.

"Just another agent." He states.

Those words repeat over and over in your head, he didn't mean anything by it; it was the truth, you were just another agent. Another agent that he loved and cherished on a daily basis. His love for you couldn't have been a lie, could it? You felt yourself drifting away, the relationship between you both breaking apart bit by bit.

You loved him, you really did; with every small ounce of your body, you loved him. But did he still love you?

"You okay beautiful?" You gaze up from your position on the couch, legs cradled against your chest. "Lost you for a minute there."

"Mhm." You nod, biting down on your lip; it was something you did when you were thinking, when you were anxious and Leon knew that.

"Talk to me, what's wrong?" He sounds sincere, like he really wants to know how you are feeling, but all you can think about is that its all part of the lie

"Nothing... I'm fine."

'Fine', a word you use to describe yourself when you are totally not fine.

"C'mon, tell me." He leans forward from the opposite end of the sofa, taking your hands in his and you finally snap.

"Stop!" You pull your hands from Leons harshly. "Stop pretending you care, stop pretending that everything is okay when it's not!" He's taken a back from your sudden outburst, hurt covering his face.

"What are you talking about?" He questions.

"Just another agent." You repeat his words. His eyebrows furrow from confusion before it finally clicks.

"This is about Ada?" Her name rolls off the base of his tongue so smoothly and you hate it. You hate how she hasn't even tried and she's breaking you both apart. "Baby, I've told you-"

"I know" You whisper. "I can't get her out of my head Leon." He frowns, placing his hand gently on your thigh.

"I didn't mean to sound harsh on the mission, i was trying to protect you- from her." He sighs deeply. "I love you, so much and I didn't want her getting in the way of that. Of us."

You laugh weekly to yourself, standing up from the sofa and shaking your head from side to side; trying to get rid of all the nasty thoughts swarming around in your head. Leon is quick to stand, cupping your face in his hands. "I'm sorry." You stare up into Leon's eyes, tears dripping down your cheeks. "I try- I try not to think about it." You raise your hand, wiping your tears with your sweater sleeve. "It's just- the way she looked at you. She still cares about you Leon, i know it." He pulls you close, burying your face into the crook of his neck and places a gentle kiss to your temple.

"Maybe she does." He states. "But that doesn't mean I still care about her, not in the same way I care about you." You nod weakly. "You need to trust me and i know that's hard for you-"

"I do trust you, Leon." You smile gently, inhaling his scent.

"Promise, next time you feel like this you will tell me?" He asks.

"I will, i promise." Leon takes your hand, sitting back down on the sofa and pulling you down with him. "I'm sorry." You say, repeating your previous words.

"Don't be, i understand." He places his hand on the nape of your neck, bringing your head down to his and pressing his lips against yours lovingly. "We both need therapy." He chuckles as he pulls away from you. You nod in agreement.

"I think we do..." You giggle.

[dairy-farmer]

You know that annoying "redeemed by a Good Woman/redeemed by puss" troupe?

I just remembered Match :Dc

Kon's evil Clone twin. The one where they actually SUCCEEDED and he's totally down to kill Superman and is also super unstable physically etc.

But consider!

Secret Relationship! Bats are paranoid after all. Can't let our enemies or Dads know we're dating! Or fuuuuuckin.

So when the switch happens? And "Superboy" gets a nasty blow to the head that gives him spotty memory? Of COURSE his... "Best Friend"(tm) wink wink nudge nudge, is gonna take care of him. The whole team obviously knows. But no one else does.

So Match has no idea what's happening.

Has he been Made? THAT FAST? Shit, Bats really ARE something else. Better kill hi-... why is he hugging me? This... IS a hug, right? He's never had one before. It's not awful.

And so Match keeps pretending to be Kon. Slowly gets "better". Forgot a lot about Robin and their Relationship, of course, so they have to start basicly over. But isn't Rob the BEST? So patient! Hand holding. Cuddles. Tender kisses.

Hand jobs.

It blows Match's MIND. This? This is fantastic. No one tells him what to do, treats him like an animal, calls him an "it", and?? He gets all these soft touches and kisses? Robin's even talking about maybe having sex "again"!

Fuck. He is TOTALLY stealing the other clone's Life. RIP to that guy. His now.

Except? No The Fuck You Don't, Bitch(tm). Kon is actively waging a one man war against his captors. Fuck these guys. Luthor in particular. He has a boyfriend to get back too and a Usurper to curbstomp. Or fuck. Depends on how hot he is and if he's a dick. Kon DOES have a well known incest kink.

Might keep him.

But back with Match? B-be gentle with him Robin~ *bats eyelashs* *shoulder smack* they're doing the whole shebang. Cabin by a lake. Pizza and dancing. Sparkling grape juice since booze won't effect "kon" anyway.

Just? Everything Tim can think off to make it fun and memorable. He even remembered lube this time, because NOW he knows Kon is too big to take without a little help. It's like a do-over, almost.

It's ALSO the moment Match's loyalties completely fuckin switch. Ride or Die with THIS guy, specifically. [Robin has given Match: The Sex. Match will now willingly die for Robin.]

It's a literally life-changing First Time for Match and a Really Good for Tim. Laughing and tired from dancing, hands roaming each other's bodies, lazily finding what feels good. Tim sighing in pleasure, a pretty little roll of his body arching his back, as he let's his legs fall wide. Smiles at Match.

His hands still loosing hugging Match close, his kissable lips, soft in a lazy grin. The body under Match relaxed and full of trust. Touching him back. Just to feel his skin, too make him feel good too. Looking at him like he's wonderful. Like he's worth loving.

IS Loved.

Match wants to worship this. Steal it away. To hell with the world and "saving" it. He uses a brain meant for grand battle strategies, to memories every twitch and squeeze around his rocking fingers. What makes Rob feel good. What makes him feel BETTER.

Kisses his way down.

Gentle. Careful, so careful. He has so much strength.

He wishes he could suck, but doesn't trust himself. Luckily his tounge draws delight anyway. He let Rob roll them. Feels cradled, between those thighs, as Rob desperately rides his face.

Takes so much control for Rob to stop. He's shaking with it. He wants to continue so BAD. But wants Match's cock more. So Match gets passed the lube. Blindly fumbles to get ready.

He hears something, flying. Probably a plane. Not important. Robin's important. Lifts him so EASY. Feels him shudder, turned on by how easy Match moves him. They line up, and Match slides in like he's always been there. He has to let go or his grip will get too tight. Amazing. Wet, hot, soft... w-words... he can't...

And THAT'S when he gets a sharp stab to the arm with an injecter and a Smiling But PISSED, grabbed-by-the-throat-hard-enough-to-break-the-bed-frame Slam from ACTUAL Kon. Who has escaped.

And found Match in bed with his boyfriend.

The injector has the stabilizing agent they were withholding. The choke hold however? That's for him. Sup, buuuuuddy. Enjoying my boyfriend? Yeah, he DOES feel good. I would know!

Give me a reason not to kill you where you lay :)

Tim is confused as hell. Still horny. But very alarmed. Two Kons? One is clearly NOT Kon. Please tell him it's not the one he's in bed with. He does NOT want to be a cheater! Kon he would NEVER cheat! (Kon knows.)

Match... offers to switch sides? He would kill for Tim. Die for him. Is in love. Wants to be a person. Is mildly to moderately insane but can TOTALLY promise to keep a lid on his Crazy.

.....also this is kinda hot. Wanna make out? Do you think Tim would enjoy that?

Kon? Is basicly? Yyyyyep. That's a 'Me but fucked up' alright! Unfortunate. Hot though. Let's keep him. He's like one of those really, really ugly dogs you kinda can't help but falling in love with.

Tim? Still impaled on SOMEBODY'S dick and just wants to know what's going the fuck on. Face in his hands. Why is he dating this asshole? Why!? *gets smoochs* oh, right. Tim loves him.

Damn it.

Fine! Fuck it! Both of you, I GUESS, get over here. Time to live out some of those fantasies Tim's had but couldn't do with only one boyfriend. Kon! Naked! You! Name? Match. Okay, Match? Move your hips! *vigorous sex noises!!!*

And so they threesome it out! Until Tim can no longer keep up. Then Match n Kon pull on pants and blow up some bases, get pizzas, and come back for "round two". It's a great week!

Tim ends up on bedrest. Looks vaguely mauled. But with a delightfully dewy well-fucked shine~ to complexion.

-🐼🐼🐼

sex with tim getting ppl to stop being evil😍😍😍!

[inklore]

now i haven’t seen the show so idk nothing about daemon but i do know that he is HOT and i do know that i would love to have his hand around my throat🥰 idk i think he’d like it too xx

pairing: daemon targaryen x princess!reader warnings: choking kink, insinuations of dry humping/thigh riding. etc: i’d let this man put me in my grave and smile while he covered me with dirt and i have no shame about it!!!

The smile that spreads across your lips is a threat to the man above you. A threat of what is still being put to debate in his head; the surprise evident on his features when he wrapped his fist around your neck—a show of repercussion of a teasing game you should not have been playing—pushing your backside to the cold concrete of the corridor.

You smiled.

Men and women fell to their knees before him, sacrificed the ones they loved, bedded, barely knew to save themselves from his wrath—his blade.

And you had smiled at the threat.

Princess' coward, begged for mercy, pleaded, questioned 'why them' and 'please spare me's'.

They did not wear sinful smiles upon feeling a tight grip encase the column of their neck. A sneer spoken just before that, a warning that had done the opposite of its intention. Their mouths did not hang open on a whimper when that grip tightened, having full knowledge that the man in front of them could drain the life from their corpse in a matter of minutes.

They didn't get off to the idea, to that power.

But maybe that is why Daemon liked you so. Maybe that's why his interests had peaked when he first lay eyes on you—even after you had gotten on his nerves with your games.

When your father all but offered you up on a silver platter for wolves to feast at; himself being the biggest and baddest of them all. He had saw something in you. Something unobtainable, traits in a lady that should anyone find out were there would have her hanging from a tree.

His wrist making the perfect noose.

To hang you from that dark tree of temptation. To let the unobtainable be contained by his own doing. His own hands.

"Does it feel good?" Daemon asks. Brings his lips hovering above yours as his fingers dig into your neck, that whimper finally releasing itself from your lungs.

The nod you give him is all it takes to chisel away what's left of the resilience he had been holding on to to behave. To not take a bite of the tempting fruit that you were.

He's in enough trouble.

But when has he ever denied himself something as delicious as this? Especially when it looked as devouring as you did playing innocence for all to see but devilishly guilty when only his eyes were looking.

Something that felt this inviting and heavy on the hardness of his cock the more it grew with the desire to lay you out below him, and peel back every dark layer you may have, every seed that might match his; was not something you kept yourself from.

He was never a man of self control to start with anyway.

Daemon pushes his knee between your legs, his free hand pulling your skirts up enough to have the heat of your cunt pressing at his clothed thigh. "By all means then Princess, take what you need." He smirks down at you, running his thigh along your heat.

[ultr6violnce]

𖤐ִ ࣪♱ jack thurlow

𝘿𝙍𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙇𝙀𝙎 ♱ִ ࣪𖤐

note: most of these r js kinda random little drabbles some r nsfw some aren't , a few are just kinda little hc's formed into something more!! hope u enjoy angels ♡.

perv!jack touching you ever chance he gets. you'd be sat watching a movie , a blanket covering the both of you n' he'd start off subtly. his thumb would just be rubbing over ur thighs n' giving it soft squeezes , just waiting til your mind would drift off and stay focused on the movie n' once it had he'd start sliding his hand up further. when you'd notice n' scold him with a slight , 'jack what do you think you're doin..?' a small little pout would form on his face as he'd start cooing in ur ear. 'dont sorry 'bout it baby , just keep focused on the movie.' his fingers eventually sliding between ur shorts n' panties and he'd begin teasing ur wet folds with them before he'd slide his finger inside you , earning soft little gasps n' whimpers from you as his fingers would start moving faster curling up inside you as he'd keep cooing sweet nothings in ur ear.

rough dom/perv!jack who'd place his phone in ur guys room to record you both as he had you on all fours , his hand gripping at ur neck as his cock pounded you deeply , his n' your loud moans as his tip would consistently hits that sweet spot inside you. he'd lean forward , burying his face in ur neck as he makes sure the camera catches every moment of ur filthy little session together. he'd eventually cum inside you , thick ropes of it spilling from his tip and filling ur womb as loud moans errupted from his lips causing his nails to dig into the skin of ur neck as he gives u one last thrust before pulling out , n' he'd take his phone n' record as his cum would ooze from ur hole. eventually saving the video so he could use it for his own personal pleasure later on.

lovestruck!jack who basically hates everyone but you. he's never been the affectionate type n' he's always had this grumpy demeanor about him. that was til he met you. the moment his eyes settled on you , his whole perspective changed. n' suddenly you were the most person in his life. he'd take whatever chance he could to see you , hold you , touch you , kiss you etc. he is absolutely love struck by you. you were the bright sun in his dark storm. he loved you more than anything and would do absolutely anything n' everything for you. that man would move heaven and earth for you if it meant spending his whole life with you. to him everyone else is scum but you..no. you were his girl. you were his beautiful girl n' there would be nothing you could ever say or do that would make him think or feel differently.

softie!jack who would do literally anything to cheer you up. it's kinda obvious he's not the most lovey dovey person , he doesn't do well with affection but the second he notices that you're even a slight bit sad it's like something switches inside him n' he's suddenly the most loving man in the world , he will literally buy you anything. you want some new jewellery? he's already buying it. you want a nice beautiful bouquet of flowers? he's on it. you want a basket of chocolates? he's on his way with them. he would literally do everything to makesure you're smiling , even if he didn't do it much himself he'd always makesure you were. in his mind he'd probably go insane if he ever thought you were losing ur spark just even a little bit.

perv!jack who LUVSSS watching you suck on his fingers whilst ur riding him. your pussy swallowing his cock whole as your hips bounced on his lap as you took him deeper , groans and moans leaving his lips as he could feel himself getting closer. he'd always need something else to finish him off so he'd raise his fingers up to ur mouth and slip them in between your lips , letting you take them in your mouth. his eyes narrowing as he watches you suck and swirl your tongue on them. he'd feel his balls tighten at the sight and loud moans would start spilling like a waterfall from his lips as he'd eventually release his big load inside you. practically cumming buckets inside ur pussy as he kept his fingers in your mouth as his hips bucked up and he'd just rest his head on ur shoulder as he'd keep his softening cock inside you.

atheist!jack x religious!reader - he wanted you to see him as ur god. he didn't want you to worship the god you called 'your god'. he fucking despised it. he was your god. especially when he fucked you or did anything to you. he'd sometimes have you bent over his knee , his fingers plowing into you , his cold , metal rings grazing your walls. n' when he'd fuck you. he'd fuck you good. he'd makesure the only god you knew n' worshipped was him. his hand would slap firm , red handprints on your skin. whilst his cock would just pound you to the point where you could've almost said you felt it in your stomach. n' he'd always makesure to give you the best load. he'd cum fucking buckets for ya before just watching it drip out as he pulled his cock out , mumbling a small 'who's your GOD baby ?' as he'd nuzzle his face into your neck , your soft pants lingering around the room. 'y-you jack..it's only you. you're my GOD ! ' n' just by those words he'd be ready to pound you senseless again.

a/n: hope this is good enough my loves , im gunna try n' get another post out later cuz the ideas are kinda swimming in atm!! idk who im gonna write for so if you wanna send some reqs in then pls feel free to do so , i might not get round to some of them but I'll try my hardest angels!! luv u guys smmm ♡ .

[osachiyo]

Podría solicitar un lector de Nikolai×, pero ¿encontrará al lector masturbándose mientras piensa en él? Sorry if you don't understand, English is not my main language.

°❈° OOPS !°❈°

NIKOLAI GOGOL X FEM!READER

╰┈➤NOTE! hey, anon! Sadly I do not know Spanish but atleast Google translate came to save the day 💪 anyway, thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!♡♡♡♡♡ ╰┈��CONTENT WARNINGS! masturbation, degradation, reader is a pervert but nikolai is worse, mutual masturbation, humiliation, orgasm denial etc ╰┈➤SUMMARY! basically nikolai catches you masturbating

MINORS DNI OR MORI WILL BE UNDER YOUR BED!!!!

You loved Nikolai dearly. Your sex life with him was absolutely.. wild. His sex drive was high and yours was high too so you both went at it like bunnies whenever you were both free. But whenever he was away from home, you couldn't help but feel lonely and sexually frustrated, especially if it was for a long time. Like now, Fyodor had sent Nikolai on whatever mission for two whole weeks. Of course you weren't happy about it but didn't have it in you to complain, as you found the raven haired Russian man quite intimidating. You could tell Nikolai wasn't too happy about the fact either, but still went nonetheless.

You could handle two weeks without some mind-blowing sex, right?

"Absolutely the fuck not," is what you thought to yourself while undressing yourself as quickly as you could on your's and Nikolai's shared bed, throwing the articles of clothing on the floor. You took your handy hot pink dildo and slathered some lube on It, making it slippery. You sighed as you ran your hand from your breast to your hips, missing your man's touch. You started to fantasize about your Kolya, imagining it was his hand pinching and pulling at your hardered nipples. You swirled your finger around your areola, muffling a soft moan. " 's good, Kolya.." You mutter, tweaking at your nipples harder then reaching down to cup your pussy through your little panties, whining at the contact. What you didn't realize though, Nikolai's mission had ended earlier than expected. He had already entered the house and had been staring at you touch yourself for the last 4 minutes now, a tent growing in pants as the grin grows on his handsome face. What a naughty little lamb you were, weren't you? He had forbidden you from touching yourself while he was away, claiming that it was his pussy to play with but someone just couldn't listen, huh? That's alright, he could teach you some manners.

Your eyes shot open when you heard the door slam against the wall as Nikolai walked into the room, a tense atmosphere growing around the both of you. You quickly scramble away, trying to hide the dildo when Nikolai stops you, smirking mischievously. "What were you doing, cutie? Were you perhaps...touching yourself without your owners permission, hm Specifically when I told you not to?" He gripped your wrist tighter, venom coating his words as you shiver from his threatening tone.

Nikolai kicked your legs open with his own and placed his thigh right against your wet heat, “I asked you a question, baby. What were you doing just now?” You flinched at his harsh tone, struggling to find an answer. “K-koyla! I thought you weren’t supposed to be back for another 5 days..?” You gasp when he grounds his knee further into your pussy, soaking his pants. He snickered at your response, gripping your wrists even tighter and watching as you squirm in discomfort, pouting at him. “Not happy to see me, darl’?” Nikolai purrs as he nuzzles his face into your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. You shook your head, gasping when Nikolai bites harshly on your neck, almost drawing blood. After leaving a few bit marks, he leans back to admire his work. He gets off of you and takes a seat across you on the bed. You have up at him, confusedly. Wasn't he gonna fuck you?

"Say..why don't you get back to what you were previously doing? Touch yourself for me, doll~" Nikolai grins wickedly at your pouting face. You begrudgingly get up and sit back against your spot, spreading your legs when he hands you the dildo. You already went against one of his rules, you don't wanna see what happens when you disobey him again, not today atleast.

You slip your hand into your damp panties again, moaning softly at the contact. You could feel Nikolai's burning gaze on you as you circles your little fingers around your clit, your face growing hot in embarrassment. "Pull the panties down, doll. I wanna see that pretty pussy, yeah?" Nikolai says as he palmed his thick bulge through his slacks. God he was so big. You did as you were told, pulling your panties down and kicking them off, your dripping cunt now on full display for the menacing man infront of you. Nikolai licked his lips, tempted to just taste you right here and right now but that would ruin the fun, no? He watched as you tapped the dildo against your little clit before pushing it in your twitching hole slowly, throwing your head back at the pressure. "Keep going, baby. Let me see you fall apart," he muttered in a breathy tone, pulling his pants and boxers down before stroking his cock, watching you play with your pussy. You whined in response, aching for his cock. Nikolai just shushed you and snickered in response. You watched as he stroked himself faster, while you thrusted the dildo inside you faster as well, in sync with his strokes. "Rub your clit for me, sweet thing," Nikolai gasped out, his orgasm approaching. You rubbed your fingers against your clit in fast, circling motions, moaning loudly as you finally reached your peak. Leaning back against the bed frame as Nikolai crawled closer to you, now between your legs as he stroked himself in front of your sensitive cunt, "c-cumming!" Nikolai threw his head back with a loud grunt as his release splattered on your swollen cunt, painting it white with his seed. He stared at the sight fondly, bringing two fingers down to spread his cum even more on your delicate cunt, making it glisten with a creamy sheen. He paused for a moment, then smirked down at you while grabbing the back of your knees and man-handling you into a make-shift mating press.

"Now let's go on to the real fun, shall we?"

©ambrosiaa— do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated♡

[sublimecatgalaxy]

♥️ Billy Hargrove Masterlist ♥️

This is a masterlist dedicated to things I've written about Billy Hargrove.

Check out my Prompt List and my Character List in my Masterpost which is pinned for more info on who I write for and some inspiration for requests.

Asked Out: 

Summary/Request: “Meeting billy for the first time? Maybe the reader is dustins sister or something. They could go on a date etc?”

Favorite Pain:

Summary/Request: “prompt 7 and 14;) with Billy Hargrove, do whatever it is you please!!"

Ass Is Grass:

Summary/Request: “billy hargrove - enemies to lovers with prompt 17?? <3333"

Make Me Stay:

Summary/Request: “Billy and the reader having a fwb relationship but he's not really nice or gentle, more just using her and she finally has enough of it?"

I'm A Gentleman Now:

Summary/Request: “the little thing you wrote about Eddy comforting reader was so cute!!! sooo naturally my mind wandered off to Billy immediately and now I would like to request the same prompt, but with him :))"

Not Afraid:

Summary/Request: “CAN YOU PLEASE DO BILLY HARGROVE W THE PROMPT 'I'm not afraid of you.' PREFERABLY NSFW?"

Gentle:

Summary/Request: “can you do 18 and 21 from your prompts list with billy hargrove🤍"

Don't Believe You:

Summary/Request: “So... Can I ask about prompts 2, 8 and 21 with Billy Hargrove please? Like, the reader have a pretty heavy life trying to be perfect for her family, and stuff."

Heroic:

Summary/Request: “billy opening up to the reader abt his childhood, and the reader comforts him?"

Precious Cargo:

Summary/Request: “Following the move of the Byers, with El, to California and everything that happens with Vecna, the reader and Hopper move back into his Cabin in the woods, taking the time to fix it up. She has trouble adjusting, even after the years of being free from the lab, she still struggles to fit into the puzzle that is Hawkins. But with the new friends she's made while attempting to save the world and the object of her attraction, Billy, she begins to understand what it's like to be an actual 18 year old, not a lab rat."

Like This:

Summary/Request: “I'm literally obsessed with how you write soft Billy, so I would like to request a little fluff/angst/soft-in-general fic with Billy and trope 1 (There's only one bed)"

Loving This:

Summary/Request: “FUCK man like imagine eddie or Billy hitting it from behind, hand fisted into your hair or gripping your shoulder to force you back into their thrusts 🤤 or them leaning all the way forward so their chest is pressed against your back and whispering dirty words to you🥵"

Bitten:

Summary/Request: “Billy would leave such dark hickys and bite marks along your neck and thighs so when you wear shorts or skirts they're visible and he'd cover ABSOLUTELY every inch of your chest with hickys 🤤 making sure everyone knows your his"

Backdoor:

Summary/Request: “Okay but a fic of reader and Billy doing anal…..?"

Seething:

Summary/Request: “Billy finding out that the reader gets hit by their parents because the parents are drunk?"

Worth Your While:

Summary/Request: “okay okay, but after Eddy and Steve,, what about Billy cumming too fast ??"

Overstimulation:

Summary/Request: “PLEASE im begging you to do something with billy being submissive and the reader edging/overstimming him and maybe possibly having a slight mommy kink 🙏 this inspired me im on my hands and knees rn"

Devour Me:

Summary/Request: “prompt number 17 wirh billy pls!!"

Purely Wholesome:

Summary/Request: “i love your work !! can you maybe write something with billy? like maybe the reader acted the whole day like a brat, teasing billy and now he gets to punish her and fuck the attitude out of her?😩"

Gentleman Nonetheless:

Summary/Request: “22, prompt list, billy Hargrove, nsfw"

Little Things:

Summary/Request: “ic with Billy where you and him have been in a relationship for a little while and one day you happen to find out that all this time he’s held onto all kinds of little things you have him. Like for example little notes you wrote him in class, or receipts from dates, maybe things you don’t even recognise anymore. You had never expected Billy to do this, yk, cause he’s Billy."

Enemies:

Summary/Request: “OMG CAN YOU DO AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS W BILLY HARGROVE?"

Gain or Lose:

Summary/Request: “Could you please do a Billy Hargrove fluff of the reader being insecure of their looks as their mother is pestering them to continuously fix themselves up please and thank you?"

Feisty:

Summary/Request: “lifeguard billy x reader one shot? Like he’s all touchy and kissy with her even tho he’s at work and maybe a bit steamy? And he makes sure she knows that he only had eyes for her and doesn’t give a shit about the others (moms in particular lmao)"

Twelve Pack:

Summary/Request: “Hi I was wondering if you could write about Billy and reader having the biggest argument in their relationship but in the middle of the argument the reader gets an anxiety attack?"

Bloody and Broken:

Summary/Request: “recently i’ve been a little bit too interested with billy hargrove fics pfft but i wanted to mix two things from the prompt list and wanted to see your take with it:) 22 and 10"

Abandoned:

Summary/Request: “I peeped into your prompt list and was inspired to request a Billy Hargrove x fem!reader fic 👀"

Sacrificial Lamb:

Summary/Request: “billy x reader fic where the reader has this negative idea of billy bc she heard rumors that he was just a terrible person, but they end up being forced to spend time together for whatever reason."

Pull Over:

Summary/Request: “Hiii! Can I please request Jealousy/Friends with Benefits with The Prompts 'Make Me”with Billy Hargrove please"

NSFW Alphabet

[strawb3rrystar]

Xiao NSFW/ABC

Pairing(s): Xiao x GN! Reader

Warnings: Mentions marking, Body worship/praise, Other smut things

Word count: 1.2k

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Xiao would kiss any marks he made on your skin, whether or not the spots hurt. He'll make sure he sneaks extra food and water from the kitchen for you to replenish your energy. Xiao loves to hold you close and whisper sweet nothings to you, while you fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's)

He loves and hates his hands. He hates how his hands are responsible for all the killings he's done, but he loves the way they look gripping your hips, sinking his nails into your perfect skin.

Xiao loves your neck. He loves to bite and suck on it, leaving the prettiest marks. He also loves the sounds you make while he kisses the base of your neck up to your jawline.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Xiao cums on your stomach. He honestly thinks his cum inside of you would be kinda gross. Doesn't matter if you're deepthroating his cock or if he's fucking your tight hole, he will always cum on your stomach.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Considered buying a double-sided dildo for you two to share, but decided against it in the end.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

Xiao has little to no experience. He's had casual sex with one or two people and has read a handful of books on the topic. He's willing to take the time to learn was is pleasurable for both of you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl. Xiao loves to watch you pleasure yourself on his cock, your knees shaking while trying to keep a consistent pace. Of course, he'll grab your hips and guide you if you're running out of energy or force you down on his cock to make you cum faster.

"Just like that. You're doing so well bouncing on my cock, love"

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Xiao cannot be humorous to save his life. His serious and stoic nature will continue no matter what.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Xiao is somewhat groomed. He only seriously started doing it when you brought up the topic of sex in a conversation. Xiao does it purely for hygiene, and he doesn't care if his partner is clean-shaven or not. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Xiao is not a super romantic or affectionate guy. But he loves the closeness that intimacy brings and always admires you for trusting him with such a serious thing.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Would probably do it once or twice a month, it's not a usual thing he does. When Xiao does jack off, he always does it to a picture of you, cumming on your picture-perfect face. 

K = Kinks (one or more of their kinks)

God(ess)/Fallower roleplay. Xiao will worship every inch of your body, kissing and marking your skin. He'll do anything you ask of him, even worship the ground you walk on.

L = Location (favorite place to do the do)

The bedroom, yours or his, doesn't really matter. If you two live together he might do it in other places, like the couch or shower.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Whispering dirty things to him randomly never fails to put a blush on his cheeks. He loves when you kiss his neck or pull on his hair lightly.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs)

Degrading/Hurting you. Xiao would never in a million years want to hurt you or insult you by any means.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving. Xiao loves when you hump into his mouth, and squeeze your thighs around his head, practically suffocating him. He'll moan and whine when you pull on his hair.

"Fuck, you taste so good. I could drink your cum all day if you let me"

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) 

Will go at a pace you're comfortable with. If you were to ask him to go at his own pace though... get ready to not walk for a few days. Xiao will start off almost painfully slow and finish fast, basically rutting into your aching hole.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Will only do them if you ask. Xiao likes to spend the most time possible when having sex with you, so quickies aren't his thing.

R = Risk (do they experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Xiao is not a risk-taker. He hates the idea of being caught and potentially ruining his reputation. But of course, if his darling convinces him, he'll take a few risks. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Xiao's stamina is almost unmatched. But because of his rough pace, he won't do more than three rounds. He doesn't want to hurt your already aching body, now does he?

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On their partner or themselves?)

Xiao owns a few vibrators of different sizes and varieties, for you and himself. Same situation with dildos. He also owns a fleshlight, only because you bought it for him, and...

"Hey, love. I didn't know you went shopping today, what'd you get?"

"A double-sided dildo. I heard you wanted to buy one for us"

"What?! Um- no, I didn't! Haha...ha... uh"

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Xiao doesn't really like to tease you, nor does he do it intentionally. For example; when you two start he will 'tease' you by taking things slow, even if you've had sex a thousand times. This is not really on purpose and is just something he does subconsciously.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

At first, Xiao was a little self-conscious about how much noise he made in bed, but now? He's sometimes even louder than you; moaning, groaning, whimpering, calling out your name. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Xiao is 100% a switch but is more bottom leaning. Xiao adores it when you top him, peg him, make him beg, or 'punish' him. He's kinda a slut for you.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under the clothes)

Xiao has a very muscular but skinny build, he has very defined abs.

His cock is somewhere between 4.5 and 5 inches (soft and hard) but is very girthy and sensitive. It's fairly veiny, which makes it extremely reactive to your touch.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Xiao has a somewhat low libido. You guys probably have sex once a week, if that. Xiao understands that you both have busy schedules and don't always have the time to be intimate with each other.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Xiao won't sleep unless you ask him to. Even then he still waits until you're 100% asleep, before nuzzling his face into your bare skin and closing his eyes.

[hongthoven]

Bad Habits Pt. 2 (smut)

(dom!hwa x sub!fem reader)

❅ pairing : seonghwa (ateez) x fem reader

❅ rate : +18 | smut

❅ warnings : explicit content, strong language

❅ chaptered | one-shot

❅ status : in progress (chapter 2/?)

❅ tags&stuff : dom!hwa, sub!reader, bit of seonjoong/matz thrown in there, bit of hongjoong x reader cause I can't get away from him, Hwa is a control freak, reader is a whimpering sub, rough sex will occur, spanking, choking, spitting, name calling, inevitable babygirling of reader, reader has both a praise kink and degrading kink lol what a freak, bit of voyeurism if you squint

❅ plot :

Please read part one here ♥

❅ author's note :

Not much to say apart from the fact I'm sorry it took so long and I hope this part isn't underwhelming (not that I'm an anxious person begging for everyone to love their writings, you know? haha...ha ha)

Please please p l e a s e - if you like it, interact? reblog, comment etc. Your support fill my heart and soul with little marshmallow clouds made of love ♥

Obviously this does not reflect any Ateez member's actual personality or behavior - everything is 100% fiction.

❅ Words : 4.5k

The elevator suddenly came to a stop as you felt your entire weight crushing down your knees, tingles traveling up and down your body as your stomach flipped at the sudden change of gravity into the small cubicle. 

“Fuck- that’s my good girl” Seonghwa growled as he grabbed a solid hold of your hair to push you forward, forcing himself between your lips as he started thrusting, filling your throat with an obvious urge to make you gag over his cock. His head tilted back, eyes closed, Seonghwa made sure to focus on your touch and the sounds you inevitably made as he forcefully choked you with all the desire he had built through the entire evening. 

You’d seen the way his eyes had darkened as the night went by, how he kept gazing at you, sparing you a couple smirks every now and then as he ghosted his thumb over his bottom lip, head probably filled with the nastiest thoughts about how he’d get to entertain himself as soon as it would be just the two of you. You were actually surprised to see him composed through the whole cab drive home, his hand almost too politely resting upon your thigh while the occasional glimpses of his face definitely called for a filthier program. 

Watching the scenery change as you rolled down the car window slightly, eyes squinting at the bright city lights, you were thankful for the cold air of a late night as it helped you slowly get rid of the dizziness, alcohol still running through your veins. You could feel the sweat pooling at the back of your neck both from having a little too much to drink on a half-empty stomach and Seonghwa’s body radiating next to yours, his presence only making this drive feel like the wildest roller coaster ride of your entire life. 

Still- he didn’t speak a single word until you were left alone together in the elevator taking you up to his place. By the time you hit the tenth floor, Seonghwa finally broke the heavy silence between you two, his stern tone commanding you to kneel for him as his face suddenly changed to a look you knew too well and while the idea of the elevator doors unexpectedly opening to let more people in, exposing you in the most humiliating way simply petrified you, there was no point denying how much you craved his praises right now. 

So here you were, drooling over his throbbing cock, throat burning from the way he kept hitting the back repeatedly, eyes filling with more tears with each thrusts of his hips against your lips, holding on for dear life as you could feel the oxygen escaping your lungs while the only thing saving you from passing out were his hands firmly holding you hair up into a ponytail. By now, the delicacy of your updo was long gone, completely ruined by Seonghwa’s grip into your scalp. 

You were only able to taste a first drip of precum, bitterness hitting your tongue for a brief second as Seonghwa hit the elevator button, making it move again. Heart traveling up to your throat as your entire body seemed to clench out of fear of getting caught, you clumsily lifted yourself up, using Seonghwa’s arms for support as he hastily buried your face into his chest upon hearing the familiar ting, his free hand zipping his pants up, tucking his rock hard member under his belt while looking completely unbothered. 

Flustered, you gave a shy glimpse to the elderly couple joining the ride, your entire face hidden behind Seonghwa’s broad shoulders except for your eyes and while you only wished to disappear, praying for none of them to notice the redness of your cheeks, you couldn’t help but look up to your lover’s face, once again stunned by the sight of him quietly chuckling to himself as he wrapped a protective arm around you, his other hand brushing your hair to make it neat again. 

You knew he was enjoying this- the inevitable rush mixed with the thrill of getting caught as he kept you close like a secret while you swallowed his taste through a nervous gulp. 

[ … ]

There was nothing ‘domestic’ about your relationship with Seonghwa. 

Still, his place somehow gave you a type of comfort you never expected from an expensive penthouse with an open terrace towering over the entire city. Wealthiness had never been a major turn-on or even something you actually looked for in a man, but everything about Seonghwa’s posh attitude truly piqued your interest and -not that you would ever admit it- made you crave him more than anything in the world. 

You watched as he took off his jacket, putting it away in his walk-in dressing, a hundred of perfectly aligned suits as the impeccable reflection for Seonghwa’s control freakness.

Part of your mixed feelings regarding his appartement was the way everything seemed to be there for a specific reason, from the pile of books piled up on the coffee table, sizes and colors matching the immaculate carpet on the wooden floor to the paintings on the wall, you could tell Seonghwa had definitely been part of the entire process of home staging this place, every single trinkets screaming Park Seonghwa in a way you couldn’t even figure out. 

Still, it felt like home. 

It took you a couple minutes to realize you’d been following him around the place like a good puppy, your body like a magnet chasing his voice through the rooms until you eventually ended up in the bathroom with Seonghwa wiping the mess of your red lipstick from your chin with a wet cloth.

“Had fun tonight, then?” His voice was calm, composed, much softer than usual and it caught you by surprise, just like every time he switched his aftercare mode on. Obviously, the fact he would actually clean you up was still his way of keeping control over you mixed with his borderline, cleaning OCD that often clashed with his compulsive need to make a mess out of you. 

“Yeah? It was okay— didn’t have many people to talk to cause I’m not quite the social butterfly you are…” You smiled as  Seonghwa poured you a glass of water, waiting for you to gargle through it and wash away the mix of alcohol and precum. 

“Spit” He commanded, watching as you obeyed without a flinch, definitely used to his little routine and how he only seemed to chit-chat while doing so. His unconscious moves led him to open one of his drawers to grab a comb and a thin hair tie so he could tame your locks into a perfectly neat ponytail. Sometimes it felt like you were nothing but a ragdoll between Seonghwa’s fingers as he always made sure you looked immaculate for him - up to the point you often wondered if he liked you clean just so he would be the only one to ruin the hard work. His absolute urge to control everything simply knew no boundaries. 

Seonghwa was extremely focused on your hairdo when you decided to make a bold, yet dangerous move. 

“Hongjoong was kinda nice, though” You tried your best not to smirk cockily, your backside still burning from the first mere mention of the man earlier that evening - but while you expected Seonghwa to instantly get mad, you were baffled to see him flinch for a brief second, his character collapsing in front of your eyes as his face softened up for the first time- definitely too fast for you to even question it. Maybe he was genuinely upset to have you mentioning another man when he considered you as his possession. 

“Was he, now? Should’ve gotten his number” Seonghwa stated, coldly as he seemed to get back to his original, unwreckable self. 

“Thought I could get it from you actually” 

You knew you had gotten too far as soon as the words escaped your lips, a shy smirk fleeting through your face as you locked eyes with a very frustrated Seonghwa, his fist already grabbing your throat to make sure you would keep your gaze on him, 

“See- this is exactly why I like you better with a mouthful, baby… You just can’t seem to use those lips wisely” His warm breath was still heavy on wine as his lips barely brushed yours for a quick second, making you crave for a longer touch. You knew your neck would definitely bruise from the strong grasp of his fingers over your skin, but the thought of keeping him with you throughout the next day was enough to power through his chokehold. 

Seonghwa remained silent for a while as he led you both to the living room, briefly abandoning you to the comfort of his ridiculously huge couch so he could pour two glasses of red wine and get back to you. The room was bathed with the city lights and a surprisingly starry night, turning every piece of furniture into a different shade of purple and blue. Seonghwa looked deadly as ever in the twilight haze, his moves smooth as a floating angel while the darkness of his eyes seemed to hide a thousand unspeakable secrets. 

Quick to replace you on the couch, Seonghwa forced you to stand up between his legs as he made himself comfortable, taking a sip with his eyes glued all over your body. 

“Take off your clothes” He commanded while his eyes had already started to peel you off your dress. You weren’t sure if you’d heard him mumble “shouldn’t take long” but the way his lips curved into a smirk definitely brought you back to the vivid memory of your bare cunt and the way he had forced you to walk around strangers like a doll in a shop window. 

As you found yourself once again exposed and vulnerable, stepping out of your dress as the smooth fabric grazed your legs until it pooled at your feet, you couldn’t ignore the burning sensation at the pit of your stomach while Seonghwa’s gaze seemed to intensify with every move you made. Unhooking your bra in a single, swift move, you fought the urge to cover your breast with your palms as you now remained completely naked in front of the man of your dreams. It was no surprise to see him stop you as soon as you tried to untie your heels from your ankles, Seonghwa’s obvious kink on full display as you recalled the many occasions you two had fucked while you had nothing but stilettos on. Something about the rush of it all made it seem wilder, every single time. 

“So fucking perfect” He practically growled, eyes filled with hunger as he scooted to the edge of the couch with one of his hands discarding his glass to the coffee table while the other brushed the side of your thigh, fingers dancing upon your skin, goosebumps covering your flesh with each stroke of his skilled palm. 

“Spread your legs for me, baby” 

Again, a command. 

Looking down, you realized Seonghwa’s gaze had been stolen from your own eyes as he instantly dived his chin between your thighs while expertly spreading you open with two of his fingers, smirking to himself as he was faced with your glistening lips and the inevitable effect of his constant teasing. 

While you expected him to make a conceited comment about how he had gotten you “this wet” without actually doing much, a loud gasp escaped your lips as soon as you felt the tip of his tongue tickling your clit at the slowest pace, almost making your knees buckle from the astonishing relief of having him there, at last. 

Keeping you still with one hand firmly resting upon your hip, Seonghwa started to feast on you like a starved man, his mouth skillfully sucking on your cunt as the excessively obscene sound of his tongue collecting your arousal from your slit was already getting you close to the edge.  Traveling his free hand up your chest until his fingers were firmly pressed against your lips, Seonghwa waited for you to suck on his digits, coating them with your own saliva while his mouth knew no mercy. No matter how many times you had allowed this man to fuck you, it was always a surprise to see just how filthy he could get and how unapologetic he was when it came to wreck you from the core. 

Looking down you watched as he meticulously toyed with your entrance, spreading your saliva all over it and getting you prepared for the assault of his slim yet painfully long fingers. By now, Seonghwa was nose deep into your cunt, his chin dripping with your own wetness as he finally pushed two of his fingers inside of you, wasting no time curling and hooking them right against the spot you needed him the most. 

“Fuck— S—Seonghwa—” You couldn’t help but moan, your legs practically shaking from the intensity of his pace and red at the cheeks from the crude sound of your juice spilling into his palm. 

Finally looking up to catch the flusteredness of your face, Seonghwa flashed you the naughtiest smirk as he kept your clit locked between his tongue and the top row of his teeth, the excruciating pain feeling like you were getting stabbed right into your cunt. Biting your bottom lip just so you wouldn’t scream, you couldn’t help but think about how crazy it was to be standing there completely naked, pussy spread open for this man -still tightly wrapped in matching black shirt and pants- as he gorged himself from your dripping hole. 

You couldn’t tell exactly when his other hand had abandoned your hip to travel down his own lap, pulling his zipper down to grab a solid hold of his throbbing member. While your eyes couldn’t stay away from the obscenity of the way his cheeks seemed to hollow with drag of his tongue along your slit, you were quick to notice the redness of his head and the couple drops of precum spilling along his tight fist, rolling past his veiny hands like a volcano about to erupt. 

Without a word, Seonghwa gave your cunt one last, painfully slow lick, the tip of his tongue plunging into your core to collect more of your juice, humming to himself like you were the best thing he had ever tasted. Then he left you craving for his touch, only for a couple seconds as the hand he was initially using to finger you knuckle deep was now pressed into your lower back, glazing your skin with your own arousal as he pushed you forward to sit on his lap, his other fist aligning himself with your slit as you slowly impaled yourself above his throbbing cock, welcoming him like a perfectly fitted sleeve. 

There was something about the way Seonghwa remained fully clothed as you bounced over his lap while completely naked, your heels digging at the back of your thighs as your legs rested on each side of his thighs, perfectly folded. 

“That’s it baby– ride me like a good girl–” Seonghwa groaned, both his hands fondling every single part of your body, from your thighs, to your ass, pinching your nipples on the way until both of his palms eventually rested on your cheeks, framing your face. 

“Tell me who you belong to” His voice was getting raspier, matching the darkness of his look as he scanned your entire body, finding pride in the way your cunt seemed to suck him in perfectly. 

“Y–y-you— I’m y–y–yours” You almost cried out, the pleasure almost getting unbearable at this point- but still, it was nothing compared to the aching pain of his palm hitting your cheek as he flashed you a disapproving look.

“Do better” He ordered, fondling your burning cheek with his thumb pulling at your bottom lip. 

“I’m yours– Se-Seonghwa” You corrected yourself, remembering how he had told you to always use his name whenever there was a sense of belonging in his commands. 

“Good girl” He growled, pushing his hips to meet your pace and inevitably hitting your most sensitive spot as he wrapped his arms behind your lower back, one of his hands holding onto his wrist to keep you tightly locked against his pelvis while he rocketed inside of you, each thrust coming with a louder growl as he turned into a beast. 

Soon enough, the room was filled with the slapping sound of your ass against his lap mixed with both of your voices as your moans increased with every second leading you to climax. 

“Don’t you dare” Seonghwa warned as he could feel you starting to clench around him, your moans turning into a whimpering mess. 

“I c—--c—-I can’t! Seonghwa— please!” You whined, begging for mercy as Seonghwa only gave you the most furious look, his hips suddenly too still for your liking as you tried your best to grind over his lap regardless of his will to interrupt your orgasm. 

“Of course you can, and you fucking will— get up!” Seonghwa snapped, pushing you away from him while you almost sobbed from the sadistic edging, legs barely keeping you up as you clenched over nothing. 

“P-p-p-please, Seonghwa” You almost choked on a sob as you watched him getting up, ripping his belt off the loops of his pants in one swift move with nothing but anger in his eyes.

“Looks like you forgot who’s in charge there, baby—” He scolded, grabbing you by the hair to push you forward, face down into the back of the couch as he pinned both of your arms behind your back, using his belt to secure your wrists together. 

“Spread your legs” His stone cold voice ordered, matching the brutal strike of his palm against your butt cheek as you once again obeyed his command. 

“Can’t even fucking wait to cum, uh? Such a fucking greedy slut you are–” Seonghwa growled, tracing your slit with the head of his cock, coating your crack with your arousal as you felt him spit right between your cheek, making you flinch at the thought. 

Dizzy and overwhelmed with a thousand conflicting feelings, you didn’t know which part of it all was actually worse. The fact you could feel yourself dripping all over your thighs from getting too close to climax without an actual relief- the pain of having your arms pinned down behind your back and your wrists getting sliced by the thick leather of his belt, or the aching pain of his head pushing against your aching cunt without ever taking a proper dip. 

“What happened to that big mouth, baby?” He smirked, keeping one hand tightly wrapped into your hair while the other traveled from your throat to your mouth, spreading your lips open. 

“If you want it, beg for it” Seonghwa added, the hair tie he had meticulously wrapped around your locks earlier slipping off as he pulled at your ponytail with one strong grip, forcing your head to rest against his shoulder, his mouth nibbling at your earlobe. 

“I said beg-for-it” He insisted as you could definitely feel his cock twitching between your cheeks from the thrill of having you under his spell all over again. 

“Please. Please. Seonghwa. Please. I can’t take it” You hated how pathetic you sounded right now, voice trembling, throat clogged with a fair mix of shame and horniness while you couldn’t help but grind all over him, pushing your ass into his pelvis as your entire body craved for his touch. 

“Such a good slut for me— my perfect little fuck doll…” You could feel the warmth of his breath against your neck, your skin covered with goosebumps as he chuckled softly into your ear. 

Seonghwa pushed himself into your aching core with no warning- as expected, but still, the aching pain as he bottomed you out stole a shriek out of your lips, your entire body shaking under the heaviness of his thrusts as he pushed you forward like a rag doll, slamming his hips into you at a crazy pace, each thrust going a little deeper than before. Unable to keep your balance with your arms tightly wrapped behind your back, you felt your knees buckling, forcing you to facepalm into the couch as Seonghwa kept a strong grip of your hips with both hands, using your own hips as his personal little fuck toy like you were simply made of gum. 

“Now. Come” You were thankful for his unexpected approval as you knew your body wasn’t able to hold it much longer. Dizzier than ever, a thousand stars flashing in front of you, you could feel yourself clenching compulsively around Seonghwa’s cock, the fullness of his shaft not even enough to avoid some spilling. 

Panting, gasping for air, body covered with sweat, you couldn’t move a finger as the most incredible waves of overwhelming pleasure weighed down on you, making you feel like an entire building had fallen on top of you, keeping you crushed to the couch. Seconds later, you heard Seonghwa’s deep voice break into a couple whimpers as he spilled his load inside of you, filling you up with the warmest filth. 

While he remained still inside of you for a while, the neverending spasms of his dick inside of you making you clench all over again, Seonghwa was quick as usual to disappear, only coming back with a warm, wet cloth for you to clean yourself up and a bathrobe to keep you warm while he escaped to the bathroom to take a shower. 

You were familiar with the surprising lack of intimacy following sex with that man and how he seemed to only shower by himself, probably to keep his clean-freak routine intact, but still, you often found yourself wishing he would stay for a bit longer and keep you in his arms for a while. The more time you spent with him, the more you seemed to crave another kind of intimacy- although you’d rather die than admit it. 

Slowly massaging your wrists where you could still see the obvious red marks of the leather eating your flesh, you made yourself comfortable on the couch again, grabbing your phone to keep yourself busy while Seonghwa was away. Your entire body seemed to ache and you definitely needed a long, hot shower yourself, but whenever you found yourself in Seonghwa’s place, you just knew you had to go by his rules. 

As you could hear the faint sound of water from the bathroom, your mind trying to picture the gobsmacking sight of Seonghwa’s perfect figure behind the foggy glass of his ridiculously big shower stall, you unexpectedly started to think about Hongjoong, wondering if he, too, had often found himself on this couch, still pretty much filled with Seonghwa’s cum, longing for his touch all over again. Somehow, the thought of them together unconsciously made you rub your thighs together as you pictured Seonghwa ramming himself into Hongjoong’s much smaller figure while keeping his arms locked behind his back just like he had done to you a couple minutes earlier. 

Now, not only were you curious, but had gotten yourself craving for details of their past relationship- wondering how everything had started and why it had ended. From the way Seonghwa seemed to react at the mere mention of Hongjoong’s name, you could tell things must have gotten a bit heavy towards the end- still, Hongjoong seemed perfectly fine sharing their story. 

If only you had asked for his number. 

If only you had any way to reach him. 

Giving a quick glimpse towards the bathroom, you scrolled through your phone, opening Instagram as you tried your best to recall any detail he had shared about his arts and some gallery he often worked with, making the most of years and years of stalking your past crushes with barely any information to your knowledge. 

It only took you about five minutes to find him, his familiar aura simply radiating from his feed as a couple pictures of him mostly standing from the back into different cities all across the world seemed to melt perfectly with his art. 

You couldn’t hear the water running anymore- you had to be quick unless you wanted Seonghwa to catch you stalking one of his past sub partners with no reason whatsoever.

The bathroom door opened as soon as you pressed the send button, your heart beating at the craziest pace into your chest as you shoved your phone under a pillow to welcome Seonghwa with a grin, the sight of him bare chest with a towel wrapped around his hips making you melt instantly into the couch. His wet hair was pushed back, water still dripping all over his chest as your eyes instinctively followed a single drop until it eventually died into his navel, wishing you would lick it off. 

“There’s fresh clothes in the bathroom for you” Seonghwa stated, running a hand through his drenched hair as he looked already busy picking up the empty glasses from the table until you stopped him with one hand around his arm. 

“Seonghwa?”

Only a soft hum came out of his throat as he looked down on you, surprised to see him reach out for him first- breaking your typical dynamic. 

“Can I… please… Can I get a kiss?” Again, you couldn’t believe you were the one begging, acting vulnerable simply made you sick but somehow, when it came to this man, you seemed to forget all of your principles, turning into the simplest puddle of fucked-up feelings as the crave for his attention seemed to become too much. 

“A kiss, uh?”

You nodded, pretty much like a little kid begging for a new toy and, to your own surprise, you watched as Seonghwa dropped his empty glasses once again to lean forward, pressing his lips against yours. At first, you were taken aback by the softness of his touch as his hand reached for your neck without ever tightening his grip around your throat like he would usually do. 

“Fuck, baby” You heard him growl as his tongue finally made its way between your lips, toying with yours in the most sensual way while his hands tugged at the knot in front of your robe, unveiling your naked body all over again. 

Within seconds, Seonghwa was back inside of you, hammering his hips against yours at a slow yet powerful pace while all ten of his fingers intertwined with yours, pushing your hands into the pillow behind your head, his mouth never leaving yours. 

Head filled with fog and the intensity of this unexpected crack in the perfect mirror that seemed to be Park Seonghwa, you were too busy to moan his name over again to hear your phone beeping through a new notification, Hongjoong’s username flashing upon the screen as soon as Seonghwa sent it flying  to the floor through a powerful thrust.

“Hi stalker! :)

Sure, let’s meet up and chat! Coffee tomorrow? 

Hj x “

[meloncholy-words]

Your Body Heat Melts Me

Cuddling your loved one should be a nice, fun experience. Having a vigilante partner who comes to you for affection after a battle is not so much, but Gayatri doesn't mind too much. She loves him, after all.

A/N: If I seemed to have missed anything in my warnings, please please PLEASE let me know. There is nothing super duper graphic in here, and there is not explicit violence, but I so sincerely do not wish to catch anyone off guard with this. Actually, I never do. That's kinda mean.

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Warnings: Blood, Depictions of injuries(cuts, bruises, broken bones, etc.), Descriptions of Anxiety, Non-Explicit Violence

Pairing(s): GoldenClass (Pavitr x Gayatri)

AO3

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There was something pleasing about being able to cuddle with your significant other. It was comfortable, and so, so peaceful. You could smell their scent, feel their breathing, their skin and warmth. You could fall asleep or lie awake in their delicate hold, so safe between their arms. Or, you could be the one holding the other, and that held a different sort of comfort.

But things are a little different when your partner is a vigilante. Sometimes, you never know if you’ll be able to hold them again. And when you do, you don’t know how long it will last, or if it would be the last. It was a gamble, a simple roll of the dice, and if the dice rolled wrong, you could end up alone.

That was Gayatri’s fear. She was terrified that her boyfriend, Pavitr, wouldn’t return home to her. Well, not really home to her, they didn’t exactly live together. They were still in highschool, and still both lived in different houses. But that wasn’t the point. The point was that Pavitr had a very dangerous job, and therefore a rather dangerous life. Though he likely wouldn’t return to her home, she worried that he may not return anywhere.

But Pavitr never seemed to care. In fact, he was ecstatic to do what he did. When they were alone, he would babble on and on about his duties: the people he had fought, the ones he had saved, the praise he got. He would rant about his opponents, both villain and civilian, but he never did so with malice. Sure, they hurt him sometimes, but he still loved them.

That was something Gayatri could never understand. The way that, despite all the bruises and the cuts that littered his body, despite all of his own blood that would be shed almost daily, despite all of the pain, he still held these people in some sort of light. Sometimes, they would make him cry. But still, he never spoke genuinely ill of any of them. Gayatri was sometimes worried that the way he viewed them would get him killed one day.

But still, he was Spider-Man. That wasn’t exactly something that he could quit, and they both knew it. But still, sometimes she wondered what their relationship would be like if he wasn’t Spider-Man. Perhaps then, they’d have more time to cuddle. And perhaps then, he wouldn’t come to cuddle her when he was all battered, like he was doing now.

It was rather late at night, and she and her father were watching the news. It was nothing special, just the average story of Mumbattan’s local spider fighting one of his recurring villains. And just like always, he seemed to be winning. There was damage, there was always damage, but with the way he moved, you would never know whether or not he was injured. Even Gayatri couldn’t tell, as she watched him fight his way to victory through the screen.

After several minutes, finally it was over. The villain was webbed up, dangling in the air and therefore rendered helpless. Pavitr did a few flips onto the ground, where he bowed deeply to the crowd that had gathered, as if this were a performance. He gave a few waves, blew a few kisses, and then he was out of view, propelling through the air by his webs.

Gaytri let out a silent sigh of relief, unclenching the hands that gripped her own thighs tightly. Slowly, the knuckles of her hand turned back to their beautiful tan, instead of such a piercing white. Despite that, there was still a deep, tight knot settled into her chest.

“Well, good for him,” she said softly, carefully, to make sure that her voice wouldn’t crack. “I think I’m going to go to bed now, Papa.” Slowly, she stood up, walking over to her father and giving him a soft kiss on the forehead. “Good night.”

Through the ringing in her ears, she couldn’t hear how he wished her a good night back. She could only focus on the heavy, almost mechanical movements of her limbs that led her up the stairs and into her room. Once her door was shut, she leaned against it for a few moments, breathing hard as her mind caught up to her body. Then, she quickly threw herself onto her bed and removed her phone from her pocket. With shaky hands, she opened her messages, finding the contact that she needed at the moment.

You: I saw on the TV, are you ok? (8:00 PM)

You: Please tell me you’re okay when you can. (8:00 PM)

You: Please. (8:00 PM)

You: You know I worry. I just… Please. (8:01 PM)

Gayatri let herself roll onto her back, laying her phone on her chest. Her eyes were pointed at the ceiling, but they were unfocused. They roamed the imperfections of her ceiling, trying to focus on something so that she wasn’t stuck worrying, but it seemed a bit useless. Instead of continuing to try distracting herself, she picked her phone back up again.

You: Sorry. (8:06 PM)

She put her phone back on her chest, throwing her arms down to her side. Her nerves were on fire, waiting patiently for the buzz of her phone to indicate that he had texted back. She was very aware of her breath and her heartbeat, of the individual muscles that twitched as she waited. She didn’t want to keep checking the time, to keep checking her phone. She knew then that it would only be worse the longer that she had to wait if she stared at that screen, but she didn’t know if she could help it.

She forced herself to keep calm and still on her bed regardless.

Then, there was a soft tap that pulled her back into focus. Her eyes narrowed onto one point in the ceiling, the ringing in her ears falling silent and her muscles tensing. She wasn’t sure if she had actually heard what she did, and she needed to be sure that she did before she acted. Gayatri breathed in slowly and steadily as she waited. After a few moments, there was more tapping, this time in succession. And this time, she was aware that it was coming from her window.

She brushed her phone onto her bed, sliding onto the floor and pushing herself towards the window. Quickly, she moved the curtains out of the way. Outside, Pavitr hung rather loosely on the window frame, one hand holding his ribs tightly. Though his mask covered his face, she could tell by the way his large white eyes were squinted that he was in pain.

She snapped the lock of her window in the opposite direction, unlocking it, before sliding it up. Hesitantly, Pavitr ducked down to fit into the opening. Once his feet were on the floor, he just about collapsed. Luckily, Gayatri was able to catch him and hold him up. Unluckily, her father had heard the sound.

“Gayatri?” he called out. It sounded like he was still down the stairs, but that still wasn’t very good. “Are you alright? Do I need to come up there?”

“No, Papa!” she yelled back, dragging Pavitr to her bed. “Sorry, I just tripped over my blanket, I’m fine!”

“Alright. Call me if you need anything, alright?”

“I will Papa, thank you!”

Slowly and carefully, she laid her boyfriend down on her bed. He rolled over onto his back, pulling off his mask and taking in deep breaths. His nose was bloody, and a bruise was forming on his cheek. Though his eyes were closed, she was somewhat sure that there were tears in them. His bottom lip seemed a little swollen, but she hadn’t turned on the light, so she wasn’t sure in the dim lighting. His beautiful hair was dirty and a little matted, rubble and potentially blood caught in his soft waves.

Gayatri sat down on the edge of the bed, one leg over the side and the other curled under her thigh. She was relieved that Pavitr was alright, or at least not dead. Slowly and so, so softly, she laid her hand on top of his. His fingers slightly twitched at the feeling, and his eyes hazily met hers as his mind continued to process where exactly he was. After a few seconds, he let out a soft whine, rolling onto his side and extending out his arms.

She smiled down softly at him, scooting herself down the bed and onto her back. Then, she scooted herself between his arms. Loosely, his arms wrapped around her body, and he pulled her in close. His head found paradise in her neck, burying itself deep into her skin. His hair brushed against her skin gently, a soft tickly feeling.

She stayed silent, listening to and feeling him as he held her. His breathing was heavy and labored, and she could swear that she could hear his bones shifting. In fact, she was even sure that she could feel them shifting. His hands were shaky, and though he held her with love, they still trembled about. She could smell sweat and blood, and she worried where exactly it came from.

As her senses focused on her lover, her eyes began to sting, and her lip quivered. She hated when he would get like this, when he would get so hurt. In the end, he would be fine. He was a bubbly guy, and he had a superhuman healing factor, literally, and so she knew he would be fine. But the knowledge that he got hurt, so often and so much, it pained her.

Soon enough, he was asleep, curled up tightly around her, as though he were protecting her. Maybe he thought he had to, maybe he just wanted to be like this tonight. Regardless, she didn’t dare to move, out of fear of waking him. Her hands grasped his forearms softly, and she let herself cry. She was careful to not be too loud, to not shake too much, in order to make sure he stayed sleeping.

Sometimes she wished that he could quit being Spider-Man, that he could choose to have a normal life. But even if he could, she knew he wouldn’t. He could never abandon people that needed him, not when he’d made himself someone that they could rely on. And then, she wasn’t sure if it would be good for him to want to stop being Spider-Man. If he were someone who did that, who abandoned people he desired and promised to protect, she wasn’t sure what kind of person he would be then.

So for now, she would bite back her feelings. She loved who he was, and she loved that he loved himself too. If he had to change anything, he wouldn’t be himself anymore, and then things would be very different. But no, for now, things were how they were. And she liked it that way. So, instead of fussing about it too much, she wiped her tears, and snuggled back into his chest.

The next morning, she would wake up without him. Her blanket would be pulled over her, her room would be a little tidier, her curtains would be shut again, and she would be without him. But she knew that he would be back, eventually.

She only hoped he wasn’t hurt when he came next time.

[acradelius]

Kinktober - Day #2 (Slenderverse/Creepypasta)

"What A Brat You've Become, Liebling~"

Fandom: Slenderverse / Creepypasta

Pairing: Slenderman x Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Implied Spouse Reader, Implied Caretaker Reader, Implied Businessman Slender, Light Brat/Brat Tamer Dynamics, Intentional Teasing, Slight Intentional Cucking, GN Reader Wearing A Dress, Spanking, "Manhandled" By Tendrils, Multiple Orgasms, Slight Degradation, Marking, Open Ending

Word Count: 1,741 Words

Author's Note: The fact that the only GIF of Slenderman is him shredding it on a skateboard is definitely something.

Despite having previously discussed it various times throughout the beginning of their relationship, especially whenever the two of them had begun becoming intimate with one another, now that their plans and ideas were all coming together it felt almost something similar to a dream. Establishing their manor as their home, a safe haven or even a home for those who they had managed to save from the clutches of The Operator, or even those they stumbled across that just weren’t fitting for the Earth realm. Overall, Slender was the head of the more entrepreneurship matters: essentially in the process of running his own business, creating jobs and assisting some of the manor’s residents with careers, establishing a stable and successful workforce for them all. While this was his major, he also helped out his spouse, (Y/N), with assisting and teaching the residents with home economics: concerning development, personal and group finances, consumer issues, nutrition and food prep, etc. From afar, things were looking great, finally fulfilling the beginning stages of their goals and achievements, but there was just one thing that (Y/N) desired for things to seem absolutely perfect: reigniting their intimacy with Slender. 

Not that their intimate life has completely extinguished, but when more important things such as business and taking care of others takes an enormous amount of your time other things such as having sex with your spouse ends up on the backburner. Some time had passed, allowing everyone that was around and their different routines to stabilize and become frequent, yet there was no return of those moments of sex. Whenever it would happen to be brought up, whether it be on purpose or just casual conversation, (Y/N) was always met with the same answers from Slender: “I’m busy right now, darling.”, “I’m too tired at the moment”, “I have important meetings that might take an uncertain amount of time”. It was always the same answers, as if Slender was on some looping cycle, and at this moment (Y/N) was increasingly becoming irritated by it. After some time they were able to create a sort of plan, probably one that Slender would catch on quickly, but were hopeful that it would end in the way that they would want it. 

It begins with the soft, domestic type of things such as writing cute messages or silly puns on little post-it notes that are left on the bathroom mirror for Slender to see whenever he wakes up in random drawers that he might go through throughout the day. Spending the time making his favorite meals or even some of his favorite snacks since he doesn’t have much time to prepare it himself. Becoming more of a nuisance, but playing things off so sweet and innocent, becomes the next step. It turns into “accidentally” tripping and spilling his coffee onto his suit, making sure to aim for Slender’s chest or his thighs, making sure to “innocently” brush against his groin whenever trying to wipe the coffee off of his pants. That whenever carrying something for him, purposely carrying too much at one time, “accidentally” losing grip and the items dropping onto the floor, bending over in clothes that (Y/N) knows will ride up their body and tighten around their curves. After some amount of time comes the ultimate moment in order to get their point across, an important business party at an exotic botanical garden. Deciding to wear that clubwear mini dress, the one with the wet look and mesh dress with rivet V shape in front and backless on back., the one that makes it difficult for Slender to keep his hands off to himself, especially whenever both (Y/N) and him are around others. Allowing the dress to ride up their thighs a quite bit more than they normally would’ve preferred, bending over to reveal some cleavage more than they normally would. 

"Are you finished with your silly, little games?" Trembling was an understatement on how the energy Slender was radiating of in only what could be described as pulsing waves, was effecting (Y/N), who had assumed that Slender had figured out what their intentions were, seeing that this was the first time that he had spoken since they had left the party. His tone was supercilious and resonant, giving a hint that he was through with these games that were being played, and that he was in no mood to be giving warnings. Despite their trembling figure and wavering voice, (Y/N) simply turned to flash him a smile of fake innocence and hands clasped together behind their back, deciding to indulge in the moment despite Slender suggesting that they heed his warning.  "Silly, little game?~ I don't quite understand what you're trying to accuse me of, darling~" He was scowling, irritation obvious within his features, especially seeing the way that his hands formed into tightly clenched fists. 

His actions were quick, tendrils emitting from his backside and were quick to lunge and wrap around (Y/N)'s limbs, tightening their hold and essentially flung (Y/N) throughout the air onto his desk. Other tendrils came into appearance as Slender took steps closer to the desk, his chuckles echoing off the office walls as he was taking in the sight before him. One by one the tendrils ripped away at the dress, flinging the pieces of torn fabric into the air to discard somewhere to be found later on, then repeated the same process with their undergarments. "H-Hey!" Exclaiming out of the combination of shock and the sudden chill of air upon their bare body, (Y/N) glanced back at the eldritch being, "That was my favorite dress, you asshole!" Suddenly jolting forward, but not much due to the restraining of the tendrils, (Y/N) pierces the air with a loud cry escaping from their mouth. Eventually a bright red imprint of Slender's hand could be identified upon their ass cheek, the skin becoming warm and irritated by him spanking them. Constant spanking, his hand slapping their ass quite harshly moment after moment, chuckling once again as watching them continue to jolt and starting to squirm. "We can always purchase you another one~ Yet, you seem to forget who had bought you the dress within the first place~ Assumptions are that you're brat mind has been to busy with attempting to tease me to think logically, and we both know that brats need to be punished~" 

Slender allows his tendrils to proceed with their duties of spreading his beloved out upon his desk, spreading (Y/N) for Slender to be able to view them in all of the bare nakedness, groping at their thighs and chest along with slowly ghosting themselves among (Y/N)'s most sensitive areas. He allows his tendrils to drive (Y/N) to experience their first orgasm of the night, relishing in their failing attempts to squirm away from his hold, crying out as they’re slowly being driven into overstimulation. Another drawn out orgasm from the tendrils leads into two orgasms, possibly even three. There’s so much pleasure followed by the overstimulation that makes trying to keep track after so long difficult, and there’s only one thing that seems to be spilling from their lips instead of saying the things that were crossing their mind. “P-Please, Slender~” (Y/N) whimpers, “P-Please..~ Enough of them, all I’ve wanted was you~”  A soft chuckle, “Oh, is that so, Leibling?~ You behaved like a brat would in order to get to me?~ You simply could’ve spoken what was on your mind~” He’s being quite the tease, but finally decides to make his own move by positioning the flared, pointed tip of his cock against them, sliding into them with ease, yet was only slowly moving his hips. Even now with barely any movement he was making them feel so full, stretching them out so much as he always did. 

Their thoughts were suddenly whisked away, replaced by that delicious pleasure that only Slender could make them feel, (Y/N)’s fingers now digging deeply into his skin, though he didn’t give any word that the action was affecting him. He was focusing on just how tight his liebling was clenching around him, how his foreplay with his tendrils has caused them to be so wet, making the overall experience beginning to feel what he could only describe as close to heaven as he was going to get. Watching them squirm around so much against him, bucking up their hips in order to grind themself against his pelvic bone, he could only describe them as being so desperate despite coming to the realization of how long it had truly been since he last made love to them. “Still, that doesn’t excuse your behavior and actions over time~ Disrupting me from my work and ruining my suits with your little “coffee trips”~ Don’t forget your little act of “innocently” not noticing that you were revealing yourself to others at the party~” He mumbles, one hand going to firmly wrap around (Y/N)'s throat while the other grip their hip. 

Slender begins to fuck his partner in a way that could only be described as a feral animal viciously mating, all hunched over them while having his head buried in the crevice of their neck to bite harshly enough to draw some blood and leave a bruise for later on. Between guttered growling and speaking in tongues that (Y/N) couldn't even begin to make out, they can make out the occasional phrases that they could understand, "You've been waiting for this, haven't you?~ Acting like such a brat only to be fucked like a common whore later on?~" He speaks of how he leave them unable to move after he's finished with them, how he'll fill them up with so much cum that it'll be the only thing they crave, and since they want to show themself off to others that he'll go ahead and leave marks, marks that will be visible from a mile away and make it known that despite acting like a common whore (Y/N) was mated to Slender and him only. Even after he manages to make them cum once again a various number of times, and he keeps his promise of his cum being the only thing that they can focus on, the only thing that (Y/N) can bring themself to do? Smile~

[bettercallwillow]

Would u do Bruce Wayne like … rough breeding kink and crying etc 😭

wanted to make this into a full fic so sorry ab the delay !!

thank you, mister wayne; bruce wayne

summary: bruce expects some sort of payment for saving your life

warnings: dom!bruce, rough sex, sir kink, impact play (like once), orgasm denial, breeding kink, dacryphilia, degrading, penetration, everything is consensual

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When you woke, your surroundings were unfamiliar. Sitting up, your eyes met with a man sat next to the bed you were in. That's when everything from yesterday flooded back to you.

You had only left the house to put some money in the bank, living on your own in Gotham didn't come cheap. But instead of a short trip, some men had decided to hold up the place, causing you to be caught up in the mess.

They hadn't really hurt you, a few scratches here and there from pushing you around, but nonetheless, he had shown up. The last thing you remember was being carried out of the bank before succumbing to your concussion.

"Glad to see you're awake, doll," he spoke when he realised you had awoken, "Had a nasty fall thanks to them,"

"Mr. Wayne?" your brow furrowed, you were confused for a second- until you connected the dots, "Oh my- you're Batman?" To say you were shocked was an understatement, of all the people in Gotham, Bruce Wayne was the fucking Batman.

"I'm afraid you know my secret," he let out a low chuckle, holding his hands up in defeat, "But something tells me you wouldn't tell a soul, would you?"

You bit your lip, he wasn't wrong. Telling people hadn't even crossed your mind, why would you? Money? Fame? As broke as you were, you wouldn't out somebody's biggest secret for a few extra bucks.

"Good girl," Bruce smirked when you shook your head. A blush rose to your cheeks and he certainly noticed, his smirk quickly changing into a grin, "You liked that, didn't you? Like it when I call you a good girl?"

You nodded sheepishly and he leaned forward in his seat, supporting himself by putting both arms on the bed, "What's your name, darling?"

"Y/N," you answered, moving your gaze down to the bedsheets below you. Bruce leant forward and took your chin in his hand, forcing you to make eye contact with him, "Well, Y/N, I think you owe me for helping you out, hm?"

"I- I'm not sure what you-"

"Yes you do, doll," he tutted, letting go of your chin and leaning back in his seat, "Surely you're not that stupid, are you?"

You shook your head, feeling heat pool in your lower stomach, "No, m'not stupid,"

"Good," he shot you a small grin before slamming his lips against yours. You kissed back immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer to you.

Bruce wasted no time in undressing you, breaking away from the kiss to pull the oversized tee you we wearing over your head. He paused when the clothing was tossed to the side, licking hips lips as his gaze fell on your chest.

"So fucking pretty," he murmured, fingers toying with the lace on your bra. His lips attached to your left nipple as soon as he removed the fabric, earning himself a soft moan from you as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

His hands crept down to your thighs, his grip on them firm, pulling them open so your clothed cunt was exposed. Bruce pulled away from your chest, looking down to observe the small wet patch on the cotton.

"Already?" he grinned, hooking his fingers around the hem. You flushed, lifting your hips from the bed so he could slide your panties down your legs.

"Please, don't tease," you huffed when he ran a finger down your slit, squirming slightly in anticipation. He pinched your clit, making you yelp, "I don't think you're the one who should be giving orders, doll,"

"S-sorry," you whimpered as Bruce circled your entrance, gathering the slick on his fingers before rubbing small circles on your clit. Small gasps left your lips, the sound like absolute heaven to his ears.

Just as you started to feel your orgasm approaching, he pulled away his hand, making you let out a groan of frustration. A sharp pain stung your cheek and you yelped; he'd just hit you.

And you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on even more.

"Don't act like such a fucking brat," he spat, roughly grabbing your waist and pulling you towards the end of the bed. The way he manhandled you had you squirming, "Sorry, sir, I'll be good,"

"That's more like it," Bruce shot you a grin before moving to work at his trousers, pulling them down to his mid-thigh along with his boxers. Your eyes widened when you saw his already hard length, you had never taken somebody that big before.

You placed a hand on his chest when he lined up to you entrance, making him stop, "What's wrong?" Bruce asked, a sudden look of concern on his face.

"I- I don't think you'll fit," you muttered sheepishly, your cheeks tinted bright red. He let out a dark chuckle, bringing a hand up to softly pat your cheek, "Don't you worry, darling, I'll make it fit,"

As soon as he finished speaking, he thrust his hips forward roughly, making you cry out and bury your face in his neck. "Fuck!" a burning sensation grew throughout your abdomen and you shut your eyes, waiting for the pain to pass.

"S'alright, doll, won't hurt for long," he remained still, giving you time to adjust to his size. As quick as the pain had come, it faded-- turning into pleasure. Removing your face from his neck, you looked up at him, "M'ready, sir,"

After hearing that you were okay for him to move, he slowly started to pull out; stopping when just the tip was inside before slamming back into you. You let out a loud moan, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"So tight, fuck," Bruce breathed, his voice slightly strained, "Feel like heaven,"

He started a steady but fast rhythm, managing to hit that sweet spot with every snap of his hips. "Right there, god, so good," you babbled, the pleasure running through you too overwhelming for you to speak properly.

Capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, he swallowed the moans and whimpers that were rolling off your tongue. It was messy; teeth clacking together every now and again as he explored your mouth with his tongue.

Every time Bruce's cock hit your cervix, you saw stars-- the feeling of being so full similar to that of ecstasy. "Gonna- Gonna cum," you whined, pulling away from the kiss and resting your forehead against his.

"No you're not," he growled, pulling out of you and spinning you around so you were now bent over the bed. He placed a hand on the small of your back, pushing so your upper torso was pressed into the mattress.

Before you could whimper at the loss of him, he pushed inside you with force, taking the breath from your lungs. Once again, Bruce set a harsh pace; rutting into you like there was no tomorrow, "Gonna let me fill you up, eh? Make you have my kids,"

"Yeah, want- want your cum, sir," you moaned into the sheets below you, the prospect of him finishing inside you making you impossibly wetter. Grunts left his lips as he approached his orgasm, his thighs starting to shake as he pushed you down further into the bed, "Such a good whore- fuck,"

Bruce's hips stilled as he came, buried in you up to the hilt. He leant over, placing sloppy kisses on your shoulder, moaning into the heated skin, "Cum, doll, all over m'cock,"

The moan that left your mouth as you came was deafening, the sheets below you doing little to muffle the sound. "So fucking good, sir- god," your hands gripped the bed below you, the feeling of his seed inside you just heavenly.

He pulled out of you, the load he had just spent leaking down your thighs. He tutted, lifting a finger and gathering all of it, pushing it back into you, "Can't waste it, not if you're gonna carry m'babies,"