#i neeeeed to bite :3

[werebearbait]

tail wagging, mouth drooling, dick hard, eyes glued to my screen,,,, siiighshd <33

[cckaisen]

୨ৎ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 𝓑𝓡𝓞𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡 𝓕𝓤𝓒𝓚𝓔𝓡, sukuna ryomen !

boyfriend’s older brother!sukuna. while little bro yuji spits up his liquor in the bathroom, sukuna takes care of his girl, finally fucking her like she deserves.

ಇ. summary. sukuna brother au, fem reader, infidelity, yuji throws up so emeto. warning, manipulation, pussy slapping, biting, some predator/prey elements, size kink, dumbification, squirting, reader is intoxicated but aware, rough kuna but he switches up:3, regret/moral conflict, angst towards the end cuz ‘m a certified yapper. wc, 4.6k.

ಇ. note. been a whore for sukuna lately but i fully blame gege for drawing him so majestic. if evil then why gorgeous, hm??? we’re onto u gege. we know u love a felon. confess already.

the door to the itadori household bursts open and in floods a typhoon of drunken chaos and laughter.

drowning in giggles, yuji has his arm thrown over your aching shoulders, humming along to some kind of song. without you, he wouldn't be upright—a jumbling, intoxicated mess.

you're mostly sober, fighting to get him to the bathroom since he was heaving in the taxi.

"whyyy do ya build me upp~" he slurs, a bumbling flurried version of himself, smothering your cheek in wet kisses that have you wriggling away. "butterrrcuppp baby, jus' t'let me downnn...!"

"yuji!" you shriek, the weight of him growing more unbearable as you try to keep him up. his breath is drenched with the heavy scent of liquor. "baby, y'gotta focus or we're not gonna make it to the—"

"—and mess m'rounddd!"

"yuji—'nuff!" you groan loudly as he drapes himself over. at this rate, you might just collapse into a heap on the floor, overcome by his weight as well as the lesser, still relevant amount of alcohol you consumed at the club.

suddenly, the patter of footsteps have you perking up. sukuna—yuji's big brother—rounds the corner, gaunt features sharp with agitation. he must've woken up when the two of you came barreling in.

"sukuna—hi," you can't help the relief that bursts through your chest, evident in the way you exhale.

sukuna notes the way your knees tremble, his brother blabbering embarrassingly on top of you. he puts aside the urge to laugh, figuring he'd spare you just this once.

"here. i got 'im." without any trouble, sukuna drags his little brother under his arm, putting your strength to shame. with the weight lifted, you finally have chance to relax, rolling your arm and letting out a loud sigh of relief.

"thank you. ow—pain."

you stumble, and the broader of the two brothers chuckles, crimson gaze soaking up your body in that dress while you're distracted. "you carried him all the way home?"

"mhm. practically sprawled out on my lap in the taxi. the driver and i had to team up to get him outta there," you whine as you kick off your heels. those stupid things had you wincing terribly most of the night. yuji said they were sexy. as much as you love him, you’re more than sure you will not be wearing them again anytime soon.

"you should've called me." sukuna's features scrunch in disgust as yuji keeps singing in his hold.

"i-i-i neeeeed youu~"

"fuckin' a, did he drink the whole bar?"

"pretty much," you reply, shrugging off your coat and following behind the pair of brothers. yuji looks so funny, almost small despite his lean stature, looking deceivingly short compared to sukuna. "he made a bet with todo and lost."

the sober man grunts as he knocks open the bathroom door, holding up yuji in his other arm. his muscles flex underneath his shirt, stretching the dark cotton, where your eyes briefly linger.

you avert your attention to yuji instead, amusement melting into concern for your boyfriend.

not sharing the same sentiment, sukuna drops him down by the toilet, putting up the lid with a smack and purposely shoving yuji's head into the bowl a little harder than necessary. "theree ya go, dumbass," sukuna grunts, slapping his back as he finally pukes up. "just barely made it."

and you're sure glad he did, thanking the gods your dress had been spared amidst the drama. with the way he'd been acting, you were never sure that you would be safe from the bile climbing his throat, cringing fearfully at times.

you feel much better now that sukuna has taken over. he's older, well-versed in trivial matters like this. yuji's already told you all about his university days, the drunken nights, the fighting—

you curse your thoughts for sprawling so suddenly, shooing off your rodent-like curiosity.

their relationship struggled at times. especially so back then, but things are different now. and as much as sukuna pretends not to care for his little brother, he clearly does, at least a little. after all, the pink tresses of your boyfriends hair are ruffled in his thick hand before he lets go fully.

then sukuna walks on in a rugged stride, leaving yuji to it. on the way out, he knocks your shoulder with his. you can't tell if the action was playful, but you’re sure it wasn't hostile, at least. a little smile creeps onto your lips as your gaze follows him into the kitchen.

sukuna is weird.

he's weird because he's not like yuji in most ways; it's not necessarily a bad thing, but he's much, much harder to see through. with your boyfriend, most things are crystal clear. you can tell what he wants, what he needs, how he needs it. he'll tell you all about it—unselfishly, of course.

however, sukuna, you find, never reads so easily. and it's weird. you can't tell if you prefer it that way, or if you'd rather know what he's thinking.

especially since you're certain you just caught his eyes slithering along your curves.

anyway.

wanting to give yuji some privacy, you pull the door shut, the sound of his gags growing muffled. you half-jog-half-limp to the kitchen, preparing a glass of cold water to ease his throat once it's all over.

unbothered, sukuna leans his back against the counter, scrolling on his phone like this is just another night to him. it's weird.

you start wondering, drawing up the conclusion that this might be first time you and him have ever been alone, in a way. yuji is there, but not really, if you know what i mean. not mentally, anyway.

before you can finish that thought, you deliver the glass to yuji, crouching down to his level and rubbing his back with careful affection. "got you some water, baby. right here, by your hand." you take it gently, guiding it towards the glass.

he's not throwing up so much now, just laying there, waiting for the next wave of nausea to crash over him. his fingers respond to the glass, wrapping around it. "thanks, hic—y're so good t'me..."

you smile warmly, pressing a kiss to his warm cheek. you couldn't care less that he reeks of all kinds of concoctions and puke all rolled up together, wanting to be there for him regardless as you know he would for you.

you whisper a few more reassuring words to him before taking your leave, giving him some time to recover by himself. the bathroom door clicks shut. forgetting all about the third party, you let your back press against it, head jilting as a sigh slips out.

"he worn ya down that much?" sukuna snorts at the display, looking up from his phone.

despite your initial surprise, you laugh too. "he doesn't usually. it's just... been a busy night, i guess. i think he'll pass out in there."

sukuna briefly dips his head into the fridge, getting out a chartreuse-tinted bottle of something. "one would hope. you want one?"

"you're being weirdly nice." you blurt suspiciously, smirking. oh god. maybe the alcohol was starting to work you over, too, because you definitely weren't supposed to say that. sometimes it's better not to ask, someone told you once.

sukuna pulls a face that makes you wish you could crawl out of your skin on command, even though there's technically logic behind your last words.

"am i usually mean?"

"n-no, i just mean—" fuck, stop talking. with growing embarrassment, you shake your head, "nothing. sorry. that was assumptive."

the way you initially scrambled to answer appealed to some wicked humor in him as he laughed. "yeah, it was. so yes or no?"

"yes," you sigh, shoulders slumping in admission, knowing you probably needed it. especially after whatever that was. your head is pounding—god, someone should put me down.

sukuna opens up your bottle with his teeth as you hop up on the counter, watching each other. all had gone quiet behind you. sukuna handed you the drink with the lid still between his teeth, venom swirling in his eyes when he saw the way yours lingered on the gesture.

slowly, you took the bottle, pressing the rim up to your lips before taking a sip. it bubbles in your mouth, sparkling on your tongue before you swallow it down. the burn is a little unpleasant, but you manage.

"any good?" sukuna asks.

"'s okay," you shrug, reading the bottle, pretending like any of it made sense. "a little bitter."

"you like 'em sweet?" the taller man frowns, sorting through the cupboards for something that you're too immersed to ask about.

"kinda. but too much makes me sick," you explain, scrunching your nose at the thought. "i like a balance."

"oh, really?" sukuna snorts as if you've just said the funniest thing in the world.

in one confused motion, you lower your brows. and jilt your head, wondering what's with the sudden jest. "yeah, uh... is that funny?"

sukuna raises his brows, shaking his head, some glasses clinking. "no, not funny. nothin's funny."

he really knows how to make a person feel small, you'd give him that much.

you avert your gaze, heart crawling up into your cheeks. "okay, well..."

"what about you?" he interjects, sparking up another tiny bit of annoyance in you again. not that you knew what you were gonna say anyways. it most likely would've been embarrassing anyway, making you shrink even more, wanting yuji to come out already—

"what about me?" you wonder, your voice meeker than before. curious and cautious, tip-toeing around his words. is there something you're hiding?

"are you the sticking-around or screwing-around type?"

"oh, right," you laugh, making sense of his question. it's big one, though. kind of sprung on you. still, you manage to respond, just telling him what you know while glowing with intoxication, "well, we've only been going out a couple months."

you're more focused on the way he's watching you than you are on actually answering. his eyes are sharp and torrid in comparison to his little brother's, and the way he gazes down rather than looks at you has something in you stirring, writihing hotly beneath your skin.

it's exciting. why is it exciting? there's a giddiness that gyres in the pit of your gut like a ballerina, pirouettes and grands jetés, heat cooking and simmering through your veins. it's terrible. it's weird.

"well, you can't blame me for being protective." sukuna shrugs. "he seems to really like you."

while what he's saying rings true, there's a chord slightly off-key, something askew that you can't place. is he closer than before?

you ignore it, trying on a smile. "well, feeling's mutual."

you take another sip from the bottle, the cool rim settling on your lips, sparks igniting on your tongue, the same routine replaying. you don't even think before adding gleefully, "and he's like, a jazillion times more sane than my last boyfriend, so i'm happy."

"are you?" sukuna asks, serious.

it was like flipping a switch. he was laughing, now he's earnest, and you were just entirely confused, his meaning lost on you, like you're the last in line in a game of chinese whispers. he caught you off guard with that one. and he knows it, too, carmine eyes feasting on your discomfort.

your smile falters slightly before you nod. "yeah."

"okay." he just says.

now you were really starting to get pissed off with him. whatever he's doing, it's stupid. he might as well have you cornered, except you've done nothing wrong, and yet he's prancing around you with a tone of prolific doubt. as if he knows something about you that you yourself don't.

"what?" you demand, equally serious now, smile wiped clean off. the air turns thick.

sukuna shrugs his shoulders again and you swear you have to fight off a sneer. "nothing."

is he casting doubt on your love for yuji? is that what this is? is he trying to tell you you're not good enough for him? that even though you trudged half a mile in those huge stupid heels just because he said they looked hot on you—carrying his dead weight, might i add, as he was screeching a song you'd never heard in your ear—that all of that was just for laughs, and there were no real feelings behind those actions? is that seriously what he's getting at?

sukuna wants to laugh so bad. your face is all screwed up, cheeks puffed out and burning a deep red. oh, how it fuels him. your stubbornness, that endearing naivety that clings to you like all your modest perfumes, the one that lingers in yuji's room, occasionally in his clothes, infecting every dark corner of his mind—and now you know how it feels to be tortured by him.

"you want some water?" the man asks casually. your mind is on fire, your thoughts more blaring than you would probably think. it's written all over you.

his question makes your shoulders drop, feeling stupid all over again. what are you getting so worked up for? you're secure in your feelings for yuji. as his brother, sukuna has every right to feel concern for him. there really is no need for you to be acting like this.

he's playing you like a damn flute.

"yes, please." you answer a lot more softly, pulling your hair around to one side. you'd been bratty without cause, assumptive, again. you really need to stop mischaracterizing him. after all, he's no monster. "i think all the drinks are finally getting to my head a little."

he starts filling up a glass, grinning at you over his shoulder, mischief playing in his slanted-eyes. "oh, don't tell me you were expecting anything bottled. tap's the best y're gonna get from us. hope you can handle it."

a smile works onto your lips as you finally start to loosen up again, legs swinging gently off the side of the counter. playing along, you wince. "oh yeah, well, i usually only drink expensive, you know, mineral-rich—"

"yeah."

he's suddenly between your legs, his mouth devouring your own, swallowing the terrified noise that begs to escape. for a moment, you're frozen in shock, eyes widening as you palms meet his chest in a forceful attempt at creating space.

sukuna juts back, forced away from you. his eyes crack open but are still like slits, dark, crawling with lust you hadn't previously noticed—no, acknowledged, because the choice has always been there.

he relishes in the terror that brims in your eyes at his visceral kiss. it feels natural, but not in the tender, motherly sense. like predator devouring prey. the natural order of life.

his hands are hot, gripping onto your thighs, digging into the tights he could easily rip to shreds, giving him full access to your warm cunt, to ruin you.

and yet he doesn't.

he waits for your eyes to droop, for you to lunge at him, accepting this twisted spiral of events, indulging his darkness. teeth clicking, tongues meeting messily in a sloppy kiss, drool gathering between you both as you crash together all at once, a train wreck of carnality. sukuna's hands are all over you, groping, slashing at the crotch of your tights. you gasp into his mouth as cold air meets the sobbing wetness of your cunt, followed by a slap to it.

"f-fuck! hey, who said you could—hmff!" you yelp as his hand clamps over your mouth suddenly, his scarlet eyes narrowing.

"brat, watch ya fuckin' mouth." sukuna warns as you grapple with him. his tattoos look especially menacing then, chiseling his features. "he's drunk. not deaf."

you nod, trying to tell him you understand. he releases your lips in an instant only to seize them again in his so forcefully.

yuji would never—could never take you like this, and you fucking know it. you know it with every gnaw, every squash of your tits that leaves you whining like a bitch in heat, every bite against your neck where you can feel the outline of his brother's teeth and a short gush of crimson.

rationality is lost on you as you mindlessly rut against him, your hands running up and down his back until you start tugging on his pants, eager to rid him of them.

meanwhile, sukuna's making a meal out of you—you make up half of his size, giving him complete control to do as ever he pleases.

every whine is met with a grunt. his cock must have been freed at some point as you feel his greedy hands lift you against him, your chests meeting, the sharp cold of the counter leaving your ass and feeling his palms spread you apart instead.

nothing could prepare you for the suddenness of which he fills you—you scream, half openly, half having shoved your face into his shoulder—aware his brother, your lover, is passed out over the toilet in the other room.

"shh, shh—fuckin' shit!" sukuna groans, features curling in erotic bliss.

he gluts you in ways yuji never has, the ways he'll never dare—with such cruel, carnal demand, to the brim, unkind, violent, and so, so fucking good.

as he breaches your womb, you claw his back raw through his shirt. a sob rips through you. sukuna does his best to keep you quiet. "shh... fuck. yer so fuckin' tight, girl. relax."

"t-tryin'... 'm so full..." you whine, eyes misting over with tears. it feels too good, you think...

"i know—" sukuna chokes, barely lifting you up on his cock, feeling your walls spasm around him. "fuck, what ya cryin' for?"

he feels too good.

"d-don't move yet, i'll cum," you gasp, and he hasn't even tried—sukuna's expression blanches.

"already?" he bursts out laughing in his brutish way, the side that yuji lacked entirely as the nicest person you've ever known; fuck. the humiliation makes your cunt squeeze again.

he lifts you up, your knees draped over his thick arms, foreheads meeting. your breaths intertwine, hot and treacherous, caressing each other's faces.

"ya know, i've fuckin' heard you, all those times."

"wh-what?" you stammer cluelessly, only half there, clinging to sukuna as he dangles you on his cock, your eyes crossing when he starts to bounce you on him.

"said i fuckin' heard you, you 'n yuji—'n shit, ya never got this loud, huh?" he smirks wickedly, feeling your body collapse hopelessly against him. he fucks you up and down on him, swallowing up your pathetic moans and whines like they were the last noise he'd ever hear. "been wanting to take ya like this, stretch yer dumb little cunt on me, fuckk—ya got no fuckin' idea, princess."

rocking up and down, you wail, head bobbing. sukuna can just see your little maw dangling open—it takes everything in him not to jam his fucking fingers in your throat until you drool and splutter around him.

"y—you wanted—this?" you struggle, feeling too good to make sense of anything, to think straight, to do anything other than take every rough kiss to your cervix, feeling your insides bruise and swell with lucid excitements.

"lemme guess, the brat cums too soon—never quite gets ya there, hm?" sukuna guesses correctly, making you whine and nod and babble.

"h-how did y—ah, fuck—!" he snapped his hips, picking up the speed as you wept on him. you'd never been fucked like this in your life, and your world was getting flipped on its head. when did your dress come down? you weren't sure—but now your tits were bouncing and sukuna wasn't gonna pass up the opportunity to tear into them.

"cuz, 's just obvious," sukuna rasps, teeth clamping down on your raised nipple, "can tell this sloppy pussy ain't gettin' treated right. not when she's—shit—creamin' all over me jus' from stickin' it in."

"'k—kuna, don't—ahh! fuck!"

"that's it girl, shit, c'mon," sukuna keeps picking you back up only to drop all your weight on his fat cock, his balls slapping against your ass, the slick you're gushing causing them to stick together.

your head is empty, devoid of anything except the chaos, the suddenness of it all, the shock, he's fucking you. your boyfriend's older brother is fucking you, and you've never felt so goddamn good.

there's this sudden wave. a wetness. an explosive feeling that crashes over you in one swift, predatory pounce. like when a deer gets suddenly ripped apart. your head straight up drops on sukuna's shoulder, and you're sobbing loudly, babbling words that can't be defined.

then all of a sudden, sukuna outright cackles; the sound bleeds into your ringing ears, head picking up off of his shoulder.

"no fuckin' way!" he roars with laughter. you wanna shush him, but you can't move—your nerve ends are all bursting to life, like fruitful grapes popping between two fingers. it's happening again, whatever that feeling is, whelming you; this time you his fingers rub back and forth harshly across your clit, but wait—

"dumb lil pussy's squirtin' already, hahh, shit—fuckin' christ, girl—" he's enamored, watching you cum in adorable little spurts, soaking his clothes, your tights, and the kitchen floor, covering everything in your stupid juices.

"you wanted this, goddamn—look at you."

your eyes are rolled back as he kisses you again, fingers tearing into your scalp, the lewd sound of your lips smacking together filling the air.

never in your fucking life. you'd never came like that, so violently, so carelessly, not without really, really trying. all sukuna had to do was pump you up and down on his cock, say a few words and you were spraying like a tap. how fucking pathetic.

and then he does it again. drags another one out of you, laughing.

you barely catch his next words.

"'m gonna fuckin' cum in ya."

"n—no—" you stumble out, barely coming to at the words, but their enough to fill you with at least some urgency. your ass is bruised at the back from being repeatedly slammed against the counter, the wind knocked out of you entirely. "d-don't, wait, you can't—"

"why the fuck not, hah?" sukuna rumbles. "don't tell me it's cuz'a—"

"—yuji," you sob.

it hits you. it hits you then, hard, at the worst time. a gut-punch, one that makes you heave. in less than half a second, a guilt strong enough to set your skin alight cultivates and wrecks each single sense. his cologne invades your nostrils, an imaginary sensation, forced to breathe its natural, tender nature as opposed to sukuna's harsh and crude and brooding one, the one you're drowning in. the one sticking to your skin.

your hand—finally letting go of sukuna's shoulder, where you were keeping yourself stable—slaps over your mouth, tears springing into your eyes.

"f—fuck, fuck, fuck!" sukuna chants, eyes scrunching as he gets lost in the pleasure. he's pounding you, knocking your eyes back still, not slowing his pace for anything. your leg flails once, but how can you fight when he's holding you up like this?

"'s—'kuna," you choke out brokenly, slapping his chest with whatever strength you can muster. your lip quivers, heart aching in your chest as you plead tearfully, "don't."

he'd never been considerate. he'd never 'made love'. not even now. he fucked. he lied, he slipped off condoms, he 'forgot' to pull out, all so many times before. it was clockwork to him. he could've easily done it again. lied. been selfish. blurred the lines. cheated consent.

put a baby in his little brother's whore girlfriend.

and yet sukuna weirdly found himself pulling out of you last second, one hand holding you up while the other jerked his cock until thick ropes of cum splattered up your dress with a strained grunt. his orgasm spoils at it hits, a rough ecstasy that's tattered along the edges and ultimately, ultimately unsatisfying. it barely scratches the surface. the heat of it hasn't even started leaving his body before he wants more, regrets not filling you up, every cell inside him clawing for it, starved and fucking addicted.

sukuna almost, almost crushes you against the island, dropping you on the counter again where your drenched cunt feels like it's been electrocuted when met with the cold so suddenly. you gasp, arching into him, searching for any kind of warmth.

but he rips away from you, turning his back. his touch is gone as soon as it came. any desire flatlines, ringing loudly, blaring in your sensitive ears. alarm bells.

what is this?

both your chests are heaving. there's no afterglow. it's messy, dirty, frantic. cheap. depraved.

and it seems like you aren't the only one.

"s-sukuna, i—"

CLICK.

lips snapping shut, you sit right up, head whipping around in the most deafeningly guilty sense ever. heart in your throat, your expression echoes one of pure horror, one you expect will reflect your boyfriend's when he realizes what's going on here.

yuji stumbles out of the bathroom, his mop of pink hair tousled and eyelids low. he hangs by the doorframe for several seconds, his head dropped, not even looking up. it takes only a few steps. they're slow, clumsy, lead him to the bedroom door. he doesn't notice. he doesn't notice.

his older brother and his girlfriend are feet away, covered in squirt and sperm and other dirty secrets. shame. guilt. some more than others.

and he just blunders into the bedroom, a loud 'thump', telling you that he made it to bed.

all you do is stare. your jaw stays slack.

you hear a zipper and, frazzled, quickly flit your head at sukuna. he's fixing his clothes, not paying you any mind.

you stare at his back, despairing.

"wh—you're just gonna...?" you stammer incredulously, trying to do the same but there's no fixing the gaping hole in your tights that reaches down to your mid thighs.

away from his gaze, him cum settles against the fabric of your torn up dress, pooling slowly in its place.

his cock, hardly soft, twitches again, urging his need. he ends up frozen for a moment, simply staring, before he numbly moves forward.

he leaves, leaving you sat on the counter as he storms out into the night, slamming the front door behind him.

you're alone there, stunned, cum up your dress that is almost but not quite your boyfriend's, the floor below you soaked, and a heartbeat in every part of your body.

trembling, you push yourself off of the counter.

vaguely aware of the layout of the house, you scramble to find some wipes and clean up the mess on the floor. after that, it takes at least 10 minutes to get the semen out of your dress, but even then, you feel filthy.

you sniffle over the sink, scrubbing soapy suds into your tainted skin. wanting to throw up.

what the fuck had you done?

you'd cheated. that's it. you cheated on the sweetest angel, your angel, yuji. the one entirely too gentle and trusting for this world. you betrayed him. a sob rips through you, shattering your core.

stupid, stupid, stupid.

as you sneak back into bed, fingers still shaking as they turn the handle to yuji's room, you don't even have the energy to change your clothes. you simply crawl into bed, too crushed to face him, not garnering the strength, knowing what you'd done. a tear slips down your cheek.

because you can't even regret it.

and before you know it, yuji's draping himself over you, his arms, pulling you against the haven of his chest, sighing against your neck.

"you made it..." he mumbles.

oh, how you want to sob when he says such a thing. "yeah," you nod, trying to suppress the break in your voice, "yeah, i'm here."

yuji grunts happily, snuggling you closer. "mmh, good."

you don't think you will ever forgive yourself.

"i love you." yuji says, blind to the truth.

but you swear it's not one-sided. "i love you," you admit, beginning to cry softly in his arms, wondering if it will be the last time you ever get the liberty of doing so again.

[porcalinecunt]

I'm OBSESSED with sharing is caring 😍😍😍 it's like you were peering directly in my brain while writing it. Can I request part 2 when you have the time? I neeeeed to see what happens next 👀👀 ty!

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 (𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋) 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 !

🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 it’s bad enough jason fucked you full on call with your boyfriend dick, yet you don’t even know the half of what’s in store when dick comes through the window . . . ♡︎

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ JASON TODD & DICK GRAYSON X MALE! READER

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — ftm!reader, threesome, breeding, rough sex, lots of cum, spitroasting, cucking, masterbation, overstimulation, feminization(?), dumbification, dick is a jealous boyfie and jason is fucking gross :<

[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ nghhh i wish i was reader so badly </3 if you haven’t read the first part, here!

face down, ass up, pussy fuckin’ filled to the brim already.

that’s what greeted dick grayson the moment he climbed through the window of your shared apartment, rock hard and rightfully so, pissed.

what didn’t help was seeing jason, the unwelcomed guest, sitting at the edge of the bed where your body laid. one hand caressing the bruised and reddened skin on your ass from all his spanking and the other palming himself through his boxers where it was explicitly clear that he was hard again.

“glad you made it back in time dick, otherwise i would’ve gave him a fuckin’ baby..”

jason laughs while dick fumes, his kevlar suit feeling more tighter down there thanks to his post patrol boner. he approaches your shaking figure, swatting jay’s hand away and pressing his palm onto your lower back. a sigh of relief left your hoarse throat.

“oh no, don’t think you’re done yet..we’re just getting started.”

before you could question anything, dick pushed you onto your back once again, exposing the trail his brother left imprinted into your skin. bite marks littered your neck and shoulders with hickies coloring your collerbones in an ugly mash of red and purple. jason was a greedy fuck, not leaving a blank space for dick. what an animal.

dick quickly shot jay a glare, which he only received a smug grin in return. not breaking eye contact for another second, he placed his hands on the back of your knees and pushed your sore legs back until they touched your chest. you gasped as dick pressed his leaking tip against your cunt, rubbing against your abused clit while you whined weakly. a shallow “dickkkkk…” leaked through your teeth, earning you two fingers down your throat.

“don’t you fucking ‘dick’ me, not after the shit you pulled tonight..”

the frustration and jealousy finally got the better of him as he pushed his cock all the way in your stuffed pussy. dick didn’t waste another second in practically mounting your smaller figure and snapping his hips against yours until they bruised.

harsh, furious and needy thrusts. poor dick lashed it all out on your used up cunt, not caring about the gobs of cum that jason stuffed into you earlier. obscene noises filled the walls with the rhythmic thwop! thwop! thwop! sounds being the only thing you could hear besides your boyfriend’s groans and strange fapping noises from right next to you.

your eyes landed on jason, whom was sitting right next to the bed, cock in his hand and frantically pumping away at the view of his bitch being fucked into oblivion.

“jason!—“

a large hand flew up and grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks together until your lips were puckered.

“don’t look at him. he’s not gonna help ya..” dick sneered before letting out a breathy moan between his words. “look at me, only me princess..”

his tone soft, before pressing a quick kiss onto your drooling lips. your gaze shifted once again, this time, peering at the view of your cunt being stuffed by dick’s length. a mess of his, jay’s and your own cum spread onto your thighs and staining the sheets. something straight out of pornography.

the headboard violently banged against the wall behind you, your body rocked upwards until it bobbed back and forth as if you were a lifeless ragdoll, a breeding mount for your exhausted vigilante of a boyfriend use after a long and aggravating night. he was having none of it, and it still aroused you even after jason cummed in you.

“dickie..m’ so close..”

you whined, soft and breathy with a smile belonging to an innocent. it worked like a charm with dick’s cock twitching against your bruised cervix. only fueled when you hear a small plop!

“help me out here doll, can’t do it all myself y’know?” jason. that shameless son of a bitch, nudging his leaking tip against your pouted lips. spiteful and irritated enough from his antics, dick pulled your hips against his in a sloppy and needy attempt to rip an orgasm out of you. all the while, the red hood vigilante shoved his meat into your jaw, not caring about the gagging noises that ripped from your throat.

the overwhelming harmony if skin slapping, groans and slurred cursing from the men and your own noises of struggle yet pleasure made you dizzy. your brain melted with a burning desire remaining, one to be fucked full and stained with their cum. you were so lost infact, you were caught off guard once a sharp wave of pleasure jolted your body to a halt.

“Fuuuckk..yeah, atta boy..look how much you’re takin’ from both of us..” Jason chuckled, watching as ropes of cum drenched your fucked out face.

Dick, on the other hand, pressed his lower half against your stomach as he breeds your used up pussy, not pulling away even for a moment. he secretly hoped he fucked out all of jason’s cum.

wiping your lips clean of jay’s seed, your boyfriend kept you occupied through a surprisingly gentle kiss while he shooed his brother away.

“damn, not even a thank?—“

“get the fuck out.” dick sloppily shot back, not wanting to pull away from you in case jay tried to shimmy his way into your mouth again. he never wants to share, not with him, ever again.

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[lit3rallyll0yd]

wondering if you could include ranpo in your caught making out p2 fic, if you do id deeply appreciate it!! <3

consider it done<3

๋࣭ ⭑ caught making out. p2. bsd x reader

p1.

gender: gender neutral

type: short imagine/scenario

characters: ranpo, poe, and yosano<3

warnings: lowercase writing, short, make-out sessions, suggustive writing!!

๋࣭ ⭑ ranpo smirked upon hearing your sentence. "can i have a taste?" you asked, pointing to his candy in his hand. he was seated ontop of a work desk in the middle of the agency. "of this~?" he teased, and with a nod he jumped to his feet. as your hand was out and ready for him to give you the sucker, you felt him take your hand instead, the candies in his mouth. "ranpo-" you suddenly felt his lips connect to yours, his tounge licking your lips. couple seconds of him kissing you felt like hours, but when you felt his tounge push itself into your mouth with the candy now in your mouth, you blushed hard. your face full-on red. he pulled back, grinning at you. "how's it tastle, hm~?" he asked, and you stuttered out a sentence. before he could kiss you again, the sound of someone hitting a wall and a "OW" caused both you and ranpo to turn your heads to see atsushi on the flor rubbing his head, papers scattered all over the place. "ow- uh..." he looked back at you both and chuckled nervously. ranpo looked back at you to see you hide your face into his neck and your arms wrapped around his torso. quickly, atsushi ran out of the room, leaving the papers on the floor. ranpo felt himself blush slightly, but he lept his composure. "well...did it taste good?" he shrugged.

๋࣭ ⭑ poe kissed your lips gently, unsure if what he was doing was correct. he was just wanting to complete his novel, but the way your hips moved on his lap made him...desprate. he messaged his fingers up and down your spine, his hands going into your shirt every now and then. you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, trying your best not to fall with how far he's making you arch your back. giggles escaped your lips when his fingers reached your sides, "ticklish?" he smiled at your nod. he placed his hands on your hips while his lips kissed a sweet spot on your nech he's recently discovered. mid-moan, you covered your mouth whe you heard the door suddenlu open and ranpo's figure caused you to fall onto your ass on the floor, "y-y/n!" poe cried, blushing when he noticed ranpo standing at the door. "weeell~ i was going to read your newest novel, but i can see you have other plans. i will come back later~" ranpo smirked, closing the door as he walked out. poe was speechless, karl sitting on his head as he looked back down at you, "did-did you want to-" "moment as passed, babe."

๋࣭ ⭑ yosano licked her lips, gripping onto your hips and pinned you into the desk of her office. all you did was gently tap her ass as she was looking through files, causing her to almost instantly pin you. "how bold you are, y/n~ tapping my ass like that out of no where..." she licked your neck, wetting it before going in and kissing the living hell out of it. you moaned, arching your back and grabbed her shirt, gripping it tightly. "a-akiko-" you tried your best to not scrunch your neck, causing her to move to your lips. she slid her hands up your shirt, untugging it from your pants and let her hands roam free-"oh nonono, don't mind me.." dazai's voice caused yosano to bite your lip, pulling away from you to look at the man. she removed her hand from your skin and held your shoulders. "d-dazai!" you stutter out, looking at him look for papers by his desk. "just neeeeed, aha! here it is~" he smirked at you two before turning on his heels to leave, "you may continue~ it took a while to notice me in the first place you two could've kept going like i was never here~" yosano grabbed her heel and threw it hard in dazai's direction, however he closed the door in time for the heel to hit the wodden door instead of his face. the woman sighed, attention back to you, "yosano..this bump on my lip wasn't always here.." you whined.

[nyxi-pixie]

Hiiiii.

Sorry to bother you, I wanted to know if you had any fic recs? Your writing is so good and your tastes are immaculate, and I am starving for any kind of good content. Please?

its not possible to bother me love dw <3

NOW. i dont actually read all that much anymore bc i am horrendously picky but this does give me an excuse to hype up the few authors that have satisfied my unreasonably specific tastes 🤩.

so. a few bsd recs for you (except theyre 99% skk because im horribly predictable forever). everyone go read all of these and tell the authors how wonderful they are in the comments please <3

anything @booksandpaperss has ever written is genius work and everyone should read it. could talk abt all of their stuff for hours (and i have🤩 they put up w so much of me bothering them godbless). also our brains do some accidental crazy mind melding shit whenever either of us write fic so if you like any of my stuff you will like theirs. thats the rules. <3

like twin stars in the dark (we collide)- dead apple skk porn as a vehicle for 22skk analysis. makes me salivate i have read it so many times. they get 22skk better than anyone🙏

my lies are for you to keep (my love for you to lose) - the only take on beastskk that matters to me ever. you can actually see me losing my mind in the comment i wrote on this fic bc of how fucking insane every single line made me. theres SO much packed into this thing its fucking crazy i NEEEEED everyone to read it. thats all <3

till death, I'll give you my breath - dazai death timeloop. this fic terrifies me so much i await every update with my teeth chattering and my heart pulsing so rapidly i should be hospitalised. the first scene of chapter 2 genuinely had me on the verge of tears im unwell about it.

(elli also has some jjk stuff thats REALLYREALLY good and if ur into jjk u should check that out too.)

NOW. aside from being a propaganda machine for my fav writer ever. Heres some other stuff i love.

the second perspective by @wildflowerteas. murder mystery/detective noir stuff w some time fuckery. the au of all time. mashes aspects of beast, canon, and some extra special niko sauce into a mixing bowl and goes crazy w it. just Such a genuinely impressive piece of writing. i could talk abt the technical brilliance of it for hours but i will stop myself. you gotta commit to this thing because it WILL make u crazy. also i loveee the sskk. its like if we had the beast first meeting sskk forever. SOSO GOOD!!!!

did fate guide the gun or did you? by @kanetheo. i read this pretty soon after chapter 109 and it genuinely fried my brain for months. the writing style is beautiful (as for everything they write AUGHH!!!) and the angst is delectable. the way it intersperses more fun silly skk moments with just. complete misery. GOD. it just hits. ive reread it quite a few times and it never fails to make me go crazy. srsly cannot rec this enough.

the decomposition of dazai osamu by @hella1975 this shot several bullets through my brain and i still havent recovered. i keep thinking 'oh i should reread that' and then i dont bc some part of my brain still concerns itself w maintaining whats left of my sanity. BUT its crazy good and everyone should read it and suffer at least once. EVERYONE LOVES YOU OSAMU!!!! EVERYONE EATS YOU!!! line of all time lets all kill ourselves.

smoke held conversations by feralrookie - i havent reread this in a while but it does cool stuff with nlh and the skkisms are really good in this too. ppl often write teen chuuya as less intelligent than he actually is. hes very observant, esp of dazai, and this fic gave me that 🙏

i called your name til the fever broke by forest_raccoon - vampire chuuya. biting is involved. i blacked out reading it. enough said.

[its-all-papaya]

if ur still doing the chores thing pls do ☑️ week two to-do list and yap about the close enough wip <3

first week of September has been planned out tyvm 🫡

↠ please make me do my chores

close enough is the wip that this ask spawned, also affectionately known as "shave fic." basically charlie reblogged something after lando shaved for belgium (i think?) and posed the very, very important question: would lando let oscar shave his face for him. you can read the ask i sent her, but i had pretty strong feelings on that topic. and then i went to her pm's and yelled some more, and eventually i was like i NEEEEEd to write this in a way that is so visceral, and now it's like 1.5k of stuff.

it's all pretty mapped out in that exchange between us and i haven't deviated a ton from that literal progression of events so far, but yeah! basically oscar shaves lando's face for Luck and because lando has been Annoying about it, then does it again for Reasons, then lando... gets rlly attached to that? and it's a Thing for them? it fits very nicely in that soft submission category i was talking about yesterday in the kink ask, so there's like a pretty good chance it ends up a little smutty near the end.

i don't have a ton to say about this one since it was all spelled out nicely for me from the get go, so i'll leave you with a snippet instead:

At any rate, it is in Barcelona where Oscar finally bites. They’re leaving the paddock together post-race. The late-evening heat is still oppressive, sticking their shirts to their backs as they wander towards the car park. Lando drags the knuckle of his first finger under his own jaw, collecting sweat, and says, “I think I might have to shave it.” Oscar’s been just vaguely nodding along to most of what Lando’s been saying since they left hospitality, but he looks up sharply at that. When Lando glances over out of the side of his vision, Oscar’s face is deadpan, unimpressed. And then. And then. “Shut up about it, mate, or I’ll do it myself.”

ty anon 🫂

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ARIIIIIII LOOK WHAT I GOT IN THE MAIL 2DAYYYYYY my cutie patootie baby BOYYYY !!!!!! [suguru will b coming . in the future . maybe] i also made a prison box in my ceramics class JUST 4 him so im gonna put him in there when its finished firing :3 [also peep my cd player ,,, that has a bunch of stickers of satoru n suguru that my friend printed out 4 me on it el oh el]

ANYWAY . hai !!! hows ur day been so far ? mine was pretty great cuz i saw the solar eclipse ^_^ [RAHHHH U ! S ! A ! U ! S ! A !] and i was also able 2 finish most of my work in class which means no hw !!!!!!!!!!! yayyyyy :D

ASHLEYYYYY HOW DARE YOU 😭😭😭😭😭😭 breaking into my inbox just to make me jealous…… smh……………

I’M JUST KIDDING EEEEEEEE HE’S THE CUTEST 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 the cutest little guy!!!!!! he’s like a kitten…… doesn’t even bite………….. hhh i rlly am so jealous though . my go-to anime store has both him n sugu but i think they’re sold out T_T i neeeeed to have the sugu look up . (also his adult version but that one is CONSTANTLY sold out lmao wifey is in high demand </3) ALSO . you’re so cool. WDYMMM YOU MADE A WHOLE PRISON REALM IN CERAMICS CLASS….. i’m in awe of you. i do think you’re a little evil for that but . i think we can let it slide 🙏 box the little cutie patootie !!

anyway HAIIIII right back at you !!!!!! i’m doign well!!!! gonna go to a uni essay writing workshop later which is Kinda Scary but also fun :3 n then i’m gonna try catching up on my tbr…… we’ll see how it goes (i’m super excited hehe) ANDDD i’m so glad your day was great!!! and that you finished homework!!!!! i’m patting you on the back so lovingly. but gasp…… the solar eclipse 😔😔 i’m so jealous . i hope it was cool !!!!!!

[izufeels]

hihihhihii!!! I js binge read ur 2.5k event and it's sososso smart. I luv you.

nways!! can I maybe get an answer to these questions with touyaa!!

1. what's his style like? 💕

I've seen sm ppl battle between punk/scenemo and just a basic white tee with some sweats/jeans... I neeeeed to know!!!

2. what's his love language(s)? 💌

3. whats his go to date spot/idea??? 🏩

thank you thank you!!! make sure to eat + drink properly, get plenty of sleep, and live ur life to the fullest (in the healthiest way possible) bye byeeee !! 🩷

OMG ur so sweet ily

1. its a loooooooooot of hoodies in dark colors and baggy ass jeans. but i also think he would wear those one like black cargo pants (? are they even cargo pants?? idk they have lots of pockets) BUT i would love to see him as a 2006 emo like HEY OMG — also he DOES have lots of piercings. snake bites, eyebrow, tongue, nose, ears, etc etc

2. his love language is shit talking. plain and simple. a lot of “dumbass” “fucker” and so on and so on.

3. this is gonna sounds really sketch, but abandoned buildings. he very much likes to go like urban exploring, so he thinks going to an abandoned building is peak romance 😭

touya pictured here

[wh0rephobic]

hi! i'm a new follower and your work is SO GOOD. i just saw your William x bunny hybrid and if requests are open i neeeeed William or Michael x puppy hybrid because puppy >>> anything else imo

BOTH OF THEM THO >>>

i feel like they’d both have very different ideas of how to deal with a puppy hybrid. while william would be more into buying you stylish new collars and using a leash on you while michael would buy you chew toys to stop gnawing on his hand (you can’t help it, they’re love bites) and he’d like to go on long walks with you (take you on a walk)

they both love to scratch you behind your ears tho, watching you lean onto the touch and thump your tail, heart soaring from the feeling of it.

william would train you to bite while michael would train you not to bite

they both give you an insane amount of praise, almost never degrading you even when you misbehave because they know how much it can impact your mental health

william would keep a pack of treats in his desk at work for you (you’d go sneaking for them when he’s not looking, and he’d end up moving them again)

moving away from how they treat you for a second, you give the best head. with your slobbery puppy-tongue enthusiastically licking up every inch of their hard lengths, sucking on their dicks like a lollipop and sending the two of them spiraling into submission. your tail wags with every moan that leaves their lips, spurring you on for more, more, more!

you swallow every last drop of their cum and always forget to stop sucking when they’re done, just trying to pull more out of them and accidentally overstimulating them so they always have to pull you off, even though you’re chasing after them with drool down your chin.

and don’t you forget about heats. when you wake up in the morning without a thought in your head other than the need to cum, and you’re panting as you mount william’s leg and start humping it, accidentally shaking him awake.

“mm.. what are you doing, puppy?” he grunts all groggily, rubbing his eyes.

you’re whining, “william, william… help me, please!”

he gets it, so he sits you up and pulls your bucking hips off of his thigh to lay you down. “okay, okay, don’t worry i’ve got you, i’ll make it go away.”

“it hurts, please, william!”

he’s gotta call out of work for a few days to help you through it, constantly fucking you until you faint and then going downstairs to make some food for you two to refuel for the next round but you never get to it because when you wake back up you just need his dick again and you can’t wait :(

or when you stumble into the kitchen one morning to find michael, chest heaving as your body radiates some of the most intense heat known to man.

“good m- woah, baby are you feeling okay?”

“m-michael, please help me, i need you…”

“aww, did poor little puppy go into heat? don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.”

so he carries you back into your shared room and pins your hips to the mattress as he eats you out, slurping up everything that’s leaking out of you and making you squirm because of how good it feels, holding onto his hair with shaky hands and grinding your hips down as his fingers slide into you <33

these men would do great with a puppy hybrid <3

[touyasdoll]

bro…idk if it’s thirst hours still…but i was abt to go to bed before i read the bakugou + thigh highs drabble and now i’ve drifted to dom!tamaki brain rot.

i am what u might consider to be a connoisseur of boys who look like bottoms that i want to top me, prime example being tamaki because…look at him. but you remember his 1 v 3(?) fight scene during the overhaul raid??? even without that scene id still argue he has feral dom energy, but it’s nice of horikoshi to give me evidence to support my claim. why am i being so formal?? i need sleep-

anyway. imagine w me for a moment:

tamaki has had a long day; it’s summer, it’s hot, and villains were being a little too active for tamaki’s liking, but it’s all worth it in the end because now he gets to go home to his wonderful girlfriend and cuddle to his hearts content. fool proof plan, right? fool proof up until he walks into the apartment he shares with his love only to find her in the kitchen, fresh out of the shower, hair wet, in short comfy shorts and one of his t-shirt’s that may as well be a dress on her. he sees her and instantly the only thing he can think of is fucking her so hard into the mattress that she’s crying and begging for him to slow down. he’s so wrapped up in his thoughts he drops the bag with his hero gear in it and doesn’t notice y/n walk up to him with a semi-concerned look because all he can think is fuck her until she can’t move or think, breed her until the only thing she knows is that i’m her master and she’s my good slutty bunny that will take anything i give her, giver her hickeys that’ll last for weeks so everyone knows who she belongs to, leave bite marks and stuff her full of cum until she can’t take anymore-

a quiet “tama?” knocks him out of his daydream. when he meets her eyes they’re dark and clouded with feral need, and the next thing y/n knows is that she’s pressed to the wall next to the front door with one of tamaki’s hands loosely around the base of her throat and the other holding the side of her head as he presses his lips to hers.

“tama-” y/n squeaks but is cut off by a growl from tamaki as he presses his hand a little tighter up her neck.

“wrong name,” comes out practically incoherent as his deepens the desperate kiss.

“sir i-” she stammers to correct herself, thoughts frazzled, unsure or what’s happening, but certainly not unhappy.

“better, bunny,” tamaki grinds out as his hands move to y/n’s waist so he can whisk her to their shared bedroom.

i’m not gonna write the rest bc ik it won’t turn out well, but i already told u what’s abt to go down 😶 this can be a request or a thirst ask, whatever you’re feeling up to <3

-the same anon who talked abt wanting to be wrapped up in hawks’ wings and cuddled like. last week. 💃🏻

i also love me some feral/rutting bird man, but i’ll save that for another time when it isn’t 1 in the morning

This one is going to be a Tamaki smut fest, which I can feel in my bones that I desperately neeeeed, so bless you for your beautiful h-word brain 💕💕💕

I think you're a fantastic writer!! The way you have my nose bleeding over these asks omg 😩

[sunkissedholland]

Robbers Tom Holland AU | Chapter 3

based on the song “Robbers” by The 1975

Criminal!Tom Holland x (female) Reader

Summary: Tom makes his living robbing stores and selling drugs with his friends Harrison, Harry, and Sam. One night on the job, he stumbles upon Elizabeth, a beautiful girl who just might be the accomplice he has been looking for.

Warnings: Violence, drug use, drug talk, swearing, ~sexual tension~, mentions of smut (and lowkey smut in this chapter), criminal activity ofc

Word Count: 2k, apologies if there are small errors I was very excited to just write nonstop

Hi! Sorry if this chapter seems short I just felt the ending was a good stopping point for a chapter. Enjoy!

They get in the van, y/n, Tom, and Harry are in the back, Sam driving with a moderately inebriated Harrison sitting passenger. The crew begins their drive, talking about memories and songs they want to sing at karaoke. Sam is playing The Smiths over the car radio and after they stop talking it becomes louder. Tom sings the lyrics to “Ask” by The Smiths, loudly in the direction of y/n. “So, if there's something you'd like to try, if there's something you'd like to try, ask me, I won't say no, how could I?” Was he trying to get in my head? Y/n thought. She sings back “Coyness is nice, and coyness can stop you from saying all the things in life you'd like to,” She couldn’t help but draw parallels to their tension-filled situation. She could still see traces of hunger in his eyes. Leftovers from the kiss. He was also not-so-discreetly staring at her chest frequently, making y/n think she had the upper hand.

Alcohol-filled and ready to go, Tom and y/n saunter into the karaoke bar. There is a surprisingly short queue of about 4 people ahead, allowing the group to choose the order. Harrison, the most intoxicated, confidently decides to go first. He is excited to sing “No Scrubs” by TLC but doesn’t tell anyone and waits to see their reaction when he eventually goes up. His performance has everyone on their feet. Harrison confidently strides along the stage of the bar. Taking his microphone and eyeing people, singing to them. He goes to y/n and sings the slower section, jokingly pointing to her, making her sides ache from laughter. Harrison finishes his grandiose drag-like performance with a confident bow, then ushers to Sam. Sam decides to do “Rebel Rebel” by David Bowie. What a shocker. The bar is dancing along, the catchy tune in people’s ears, Sam uses the wired mic so he can swing it around as a prop. He jumps on tables and plays air guitar during the lyric-less sections. When Sam dances over to Harry indicating his turn, he decides to pass. He gets booed by the crew but decides his dignity is more important.

Tom’s turn. Y/n hears the opening to “...Baby one more time” and is prepared to die of laughter, perhaps not fully recovered from Harrison’s performance. Tom gets into it, dancing and showing off to y/n as she smiles with joy. When he sings “When I’m not with you I lose my mind” He pulls her to the stage and begs the lyrics. “Give me a siiiiign!!” Y/n tries to exit the stage as he performs, but he is too busy in what seems like a full-on choreographed routine. She escapes before the slow part of the song, only for Tom to decide to take this as his chance to make her jealous. The boy begins to go around the bar singing to other girls, occasionally glancing back to see a discomforted y/n. Having the jealousy stunt worked on her, y/n changes her song choice last minute. This will show him. Tom finishes, out of breath. He struts off stage and goes to y/n. “Ready?” he muses. “Just you wait pretty boy” she mews.

The start of “I Wanna Be Yours” by Arctic Monkeys begins and Tom’s face grows hot. She remembered. Knowing this is a song Tom listens to in the mood, Y/n, with the help of alcohol, sexily dances across the stage, mastering her vocals. Tom didn’t know she was a singer, another secret turn-on of his. Y/n was solely focused on Tom. As the room around her dissolved, her moves grew more sensual. She moved towards Tom from the stage, and as she reached him, she began to give him a lap dance, not caring what the bar thought. She could feel Tom’s growing erection as she skillfully moved her hips. She could hear a soft groan escape his lips, and she felt his eyes boring into her backside. Tim seemed to feel still. She then quickly turned around and gave him a wink, and placed a hand to cup the disheveled boy’s cheek as she serenaded him. She then walked to a few other guys she deemed worthy and repeated her actions, not as closely. She put on a little show for 4 guys before she swayed back to the stage to sing the last few lines of the song and place the mic back on its stand. She nonchalantly walked back to her seat, as if she didn’t just violate this boy in front of an entire bar, and four others.

“So guys? Should we do shots or maybe get some food?” She asks. The faces of Harrison, Sam, and Harry were blank, still comprehending the show they just watched as they nodded “sure”s and “okay”s. They hadn’t seen that side of her until now.

Tom was an absolute mess. He was seething with jealousy and horniness, each making the other stronger, and he debated going to “use the bathroom” so he could get this feeling over with but decided he can make it home before his insides turn to flames.

The crew eats, drinks, and ignores the show y/n had put on, especially Tom.  The only indication that it ever happened after it did was Harrison nudging Tom in the car ride home, who was very wasted at this point. His intoxication got the better of his speech and it came out as “Tsomm, if you guys hoOok up remember there’Ss condomss in everyone’ss dresser.” “Yes sir.” Tom salutes, looking embarrassed but putting it aside knowing Haz is pissed drunk at this point.

Y/n was feeling off for the entire car ride, hoping Tom would put her in her place somehow. His unbothered state made her frustrated as she tried to get him to be riled up. Little did she know Tom was more alive than ever, his entire being hot from earlier. He couldn’t get the feeling out of his skin, her hips on top of his, the friction she gave him, that fucking wink. He was trying his hardest to not be bothered, but he felt like a child trying to hold their bladder on a road trip.

After what felt like an eternity (20 mins), Sam and Harry aid Harrison in walking while Tom swiftly exits the car, Y/n following. Y/n goes towards Tom’s room, ready to remove the lipstick she put on, while Tom had other plans.

After Tom let y/n get ahead of him, he followed her into his room and shut his door.

“Do you seriously think I could let you get away with that?” He growls, his jealousy and horniness not being able to be contained any longer.

Y/n decides to play coy, “What do you mean Tommy?” As she reaches for a makeup wipe on the floor by the dresser.

“Dancing like that not just with me, but to that song?” His tone was growing angrier as his jeans got tighter.

“Are you saying I’m not allowed to have a little fun?” She adds, taking off her lipstick with a wipe nearby her clothing.

“Remember who brought you here, Princess. Don’t tease me like this”

Y/n finishes taking off her lipstick, ready to give in to Tom’s commands after that nickname. She sets it aside as for a lack of trash cans and walks towards the impatient hot and bothered Tom. She gives him a kiss on the neck, sucking slightly to make a light mark.

“Like this?” she purrs as she marks his neck. Tom’s eyes close in pleasure, angry that he isn’t getting what he wants. He un-suctions y/n, tilts up her head, and kisses her forcefully, pulling her in close. They start slow, then Tom begins to deepen this kiss, tasting as much of her as he can with his limited access. He bites her lip seductively and grabs her ass, enjoying the small moan she makes in response. He moves her to the bed, walking as they kiss and pushes her onto the mattress, quickly getting on top of her to continue. As Tom takes off his jacket and goes to take off his shirt, the heated makeout session gets interrupted by a vomiting Harrison and a concerned Sam outside Tom’s room.

“Tom? We can’t find the cleaner we usually use for puke. Do you have it in your room or something?” Thank god I locked the door. Tom thought.

“Uh yeah lemme grab it.” Suddenly, a howling Harrison interrupts “Tsom! I neeeeed you!”

Tom rolls his eyes, his body angry at him for not relieving the heat between his legs. “Stay where you are, Princess. I’m not done with you.” He stomps out of the room, a cleaner in hand ready to face his needy best friend. He hands the cleaner to Sam and goes towards the bathroom.

Y/n waits for him on the bed, thinking of ways for Tom to regret leaving.

Meanwhile, Tom pats Harrison on the back as he revisits the food they ate earlier. “Tsom?” Harrison asks. “Yeah buddy?”

“I love you.” He then gags slightly, his body mad at him for consuming alcohol. Tom laughs. Harrison’s alcohol-induced speech impediment made it hard for Tom to comprehend his words, but he responds “love you too.”

“Where’s y/n?” Harrison slurs. FUCK! Tom remembers her waiting and quickly responds “Asleep. Gotta go buddy.”

He then somehow snakes his way out of the bathroom and gets Sam to comfort him instead. He swiftly goes back to his room, only to discover y/n’s clothing on the floor, and y/n coving herself from her shoulders down with the comforter.

“You fucking witch” he shakes his head. He pounces on y/n, noticing she left herself in a lacy black bralette with matching panties. They swiftly remove each other’s clothing, as they give each other deep kisses and marks all over each other’s bodies.

They waste no time getting into sex, wanting nothing more than their release. They try to remain quiet but sometimes a soft moan escapes along with a slew of profanities from Tom. As they nearly finish, Tom accidentally slips out an “I love you”. Stunned for a second, Y/n quickly replies, “I love you too,” As they finish together. They come down from their respective highs, breathing deeply.

“Did you mean that?” Tom asks after a period of silence.

“Did you?” Y/n questions.

Tom seemed sincere. “I did.”

“I mean it too then.” Tom gave her a meaningful kiss, then got up to clean off.

They decide to get dressed and y/n goes to the kitchen and makes some tea. Harry was also there, raising an eyebrow. “Could you guys try and be totally silent next time? These walls are paper thin, it would be much appreciated.” Y/n blushes and nods. She made a cup of green tea for herself and chamomile for Tom.

Tom awaits for y/n by getting up and grabbing the pair of earrings he stole for her, hoping she likes them. He put them in the pocket of the sweatpants he put on and waits.

Y/n smiles as she re-enters the room, offering Tom his drink. They lay there in a comforting silence, not having anything to say. They finish their drinks and lazily cuddle together, y/n’s head on Tom’s chest while he pets her hair. They were peaceful and comfortable, not wanting it to end. They each drifted to sleep slowly, savoring the happiness they had.

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Thanksgiving {Batfamily x Reader}

*This is a sequel to Egghead, a story about adopting a rottweiler who used to be involved in dogfighting, I highly recommend you read it before this :)*

a/n~ it’s a bit early, but i really loved the idea of a batfamily thanksgiving! i’m so thankful for you guys, your support means the world to me! happy early thanksgiving (and if you don’t celebrate it b/c youre from another country, happy early november 23rd!)  ❤ ❤ ❤

You set the pumpkin in the center of the table, then took a step back to examine whether it needed to be moved slightly to the left or right. Alfred stepped around you and put the bowl of mashed potatoes on the table, “Why, that’s very festive, Y/N.,” he nodded then turned to get the stuffing. You followed him back to the kitchen to help him set the table for Thanksgiving dinner. Jason and Dick were drinking apple cider around the island counter while Egghead wagged his tail by Jason’s leg.

The family has had Egghead for 6 months now, and it was one of the best decisions you’ve made to adopt him. Everyone in the household would set aside their differences as soon as Eggy would step into the room. He’s been mischievous, though. One night, when everyone in the house was out on night patrol or doing missions and Alfred was at the store, Egghead took a dump in the house, rolled around in it, and then proceeded to run throughout the halls, streaking crap along the walls and floors. It took 2 weeks for everyone to scrub the hallways down.

“Jay, will you bring out the green bean casserole? And Dick, can you get the pie and cobbler, please?” you asked as you picked up the dish of cranberry sauce. They set down their mugs and carried out the foods. As Jason was walking, Egghead squirmed between his legs. Just as Jason turned the corner, he tripped and dropped the casserole all over Damian, who was walking from the other direction.

“You imbecile!” Damian yelled at Jason. Egghead started to eat the casserole off of the floor as Jason was roaring with laughter. Damian stood there with his fists clenched as green beans fell off of his tailored tux. Bruce heard the yelling and stepped around the corner,  and inspected the scene. 

“Stop laughing! This is a serious dilemma! My tuxedo has been soiled!”

“I’m so-I’m-HAAAAA-I’m-HAHAHA-s-s-HAHAHAHAHA,” Jason was hunched over, clutching his abdomen as he snorted, “I can’t breathe!”

Bruce folded his arms and groaned, “Damian, go upstairs and change into something else. We’ll deal with this later. Jason, quit laughing and go sit down at the table. The dog will clean up this mess.”

Damian stomped up the flight of stairs, leaving a trail of green beans and gravy as Jason tried to hold back his laughter. Bruce headed back to the kitchen to get the turkey. Everyone sat around the table, and Damian joined a bit late. 

Bruce set the turkey onto the table, “Dinner is served.”

Everyone immediately started passing around the entrees as Bruce worked to cut the turkey quickly enough for the 14 people at the table. The dish of stuffing went around 3 times, and the cranberry sauce dish was sliding around the table, so everyone could get some. After everyone had said the prayer, they all dug into their foods.

“Selina, I’m so happy you could make it,” Bruce smiled as he took a bite of his turkey. Selina sprinkled salt onto her food and smiled back at him, “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

At the other end of the table, Tim kept throwing turkey under the table for Ace as Dick and Barbara played rock, paper, scissors over the last butter roll. Jason and you were arguing over whether frosting turned a muffin into a cupcake or not. Alfred was talking to Helena about his recipe for the cobbler. Damian, Steph, and Cass were all trying to come up with the most offensive jokes they could think to say to eachother.

The turkey sat at the end of the table, on the edge of the other entrees. Egghead knew he wanted it. His tail was wagging and his saliva was pooling on the floor. i neeeeed that turkey, the rottweiler must have thought. Finally, he jumped onto the table, fit the whole turkey inside of his mouth, and made a run for it. The whole family darted from their seats to take the turkey from the dog. Egghead ran through the manor with the turkey in his mouth as the family came at him from all directions. As the dog would go into one door, a family member would jump out the other. As everyone was chasing the rottweiler, Alfred had a plan. Tim and Barbara chased him to the door of the kitchen, where Alfred stood tall.

“Stop!” The dog stopped. “Sit!” Egghead sat. “Drop!” He dropped his turkey and gave the puppy eyes. Alfred scooped the turkey off of the floor and set it on a plate. Everyone rejoiced in the kitchen, laughing at the mishap. Jason ended up apologizing to Damian and they hugged it out. 

“We all need to get a family picture, the camera is set up in the parlor,” Bruce announced. 

The enormous family gathered around the sofa, the men standing behind it as the women sat on the cushions. Damian stood by the side, because he was too short. Alfred pushed the button and quickly shuffled to the opposite side of the sofa. 

“Everyone say, ‘Happy Thanksgiving!”

As soon as everyone said it in unison, Egghead popped his head into frame and the flash went off. What a photobomb.

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Begin Again 1

"Momma, I pay outside?" Charlotte asked her mother with a tiny grin. She held her arms up for Peta to lift her up into the air. They had just finished breakfast in the new house and Peta had planned on setting Lottie up with some toys while she started to unpack.

"Umm, do you think....."

"No pay outside?" Lottie's lip trembled as she immediately saw her mother's hesitation. Peta groaned as she looked around the house. There were boxes everywhere, stacked to the ceiling in some places. She had made sure that Lottie's bed and blankets were set up before doing hers as well. The rest she had left to this morning which meant breakfast had been dry cereal with apple juice that Peta had picked up last night.

"Don't cry baby, we can go outside for a little bit but then Mommy needs you to play inside so I can find your toys, okay?" Peta said hoping that the appeal of toys would help the thought of not getting full outside time.

"Pay on wings?" She asked hopefully.

"I need to check them but yes." Peta said laughing as Charlotte cheered. Peta had managed to locate a house that had a swing set still in the backyard. When she had spoken with the previous owners, they had said that they had the play set for their children but when they needed to move at least minute, they had ultimately abandoned the play set. Peta was thrilled at that concept considering that it would give Lottie somewhere to play during the day and burn off some of her two year old energy.

"I neeeeed Lily." She said as she squirmed out of her mother's arms to find the stuffed cat. Oliver had given that cat to Charlotte when she had been born. Peta remembered her husband's excitement when he found what he deemed as the softest kitty in the whole world. As soon as she knew to associate the kitten with comfort, Lily rarely left Charlotte's side. And now it was the only thing she had left of her father.

"You ready baby?" Peta asked as Charlotte came back holding the gray kitten tightly.

"Yes, yes!" She said holding her arms up. Peta laughed and scooped the little one up. They headed outside and Peta smiled softly at what was their new backyard. It was one of the only saving grace's she had with this whole experience. The patio was cemented with a table and area for cooking which then bled out into a beautiful backyard with two trees on either side. The swing set sat in the center and it included 2 swings, a monkey bar, and two slides. Peta had barely kept Lottie within the house when she saw her set up.

"Alright sweetheart. Let mommy make sure everything is safe before we start playing, okay?" Peta said as they started out. She was never so thankful for the little girl in her arms. She probably would not have ever made it this far without this driving force to keep going.

"Tay. I esplore?" She asked looking at the flowers and pebbles around the base of the trees.

"You can look, but not in your mouth." Peta reminded as she set Lottie down on the grass. Her current fascination was testing everything to see how it tasted.

"Tay." She toddled away from Peta over to the rock pile. Lily gripped in her grasp as she bent down and began to explore the rocks there while Peta watched on for a few moments. She inspected the swing set making sure it looked to be safe and in working order before calling Charlotte over and helping her get settled in the swing. She fixed Lily in with her just like she liked before she took her place behind her and started to push her. Lottie's giggles filled the air as she sailed back and forth. Swinging had always been one of her favorite things and at their home in LA, they had a swing set similar to this one. Lottie would have spent all day every day in the swing had Peta and Ollie let her.

"Alright, how about you try the slide?" Peta suggested after a good 15 minutes of swinging. Lottie crinkled her nose and looked between Peta and the slides.

"You elp me?" She asked Peta.

"Of course baby and you can swing some more before we go in, okay?"

"Tay." She agreed nodding. She let Peta scoop her out of the swing and then started to toddle over to the slide however her concentration was broken when a puppy next door burst into the neighboring backyard. They were separated by a half wire fence.

"Whoa, stay here baby." Peta said as Lottie immediately headed for the puppy.

"I see puppy Momma!" She said excitedly as she continued her pursuit only to be halted by her mother's arms.

"You have to be careful Lottie. The puppy could bite." Peta admonished gently.

"Puppy! Puppy!" She muttered as her eyes filled with tears making Peta groan.

"Shhh, I know sweetheart, we just have to be careful. I'll let you look at the puppy but you can't scare him, then that wouldn't be nice would it?"

"I nice to puppy." She whimpered still stretching her arm out. Peta attempted to turn them away to see if she could get her to calm down after a few moments however that was pointless as Lottie continued to twist and turn as she tried to get to the puppy who was now watching curiously at the commotion going on in the next yard.

"I'm sorry baby, you have to be careful with the puppy though sometimes they can be not so nice."

"I sees the puppy." She sobbed as she attempted to squirm out of her mother's arms.

"Not right now Lottie." Peta said shifting her body in an attempt to distract her daughter.

Yessss, yessss, peas! Peas Momma!" She continued to sob. Peta sighed this was not the way she wanted to spend their first day at the house.

"I....excuse me?" A male voice came from behind the two making Peta jump and Lottie bury her face into her mother's neck. Her wails turned to silent sobs.

"Yes?" Peta said sharper then intended.

"I'm sorry. I'm your neighbor and I heard she wanted to meet Louis. I didn't mean to scare you. I just thought I could help some." He said holding his hands up in surrender.

"I...I'm sorry. You don't have to apologize. It's our first day here and yeah...thank you. I'm Peta and this is Charlotte but we, err, I usually call her Lottie." She said extending her hand. She figured if this was going to be her neighbor then she needed to be polite.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Maks or well Maksim but everyone calls me Maks. And this here, this is Louis. He's just a puppy, only 3 months. How old are you Miss Charlotte?" Maks said as he scooped up the frisky puppy.

"Can you tell Mr. Maks how old you are baby?"

"Puppy." She muttered peeking out as a Maks caught her bright blue eyes which did not match her mother's at all.

"Well, after you tell him how old you are, maybe you can ask if you can meet the puppy." Peta coaxed.

"Two." She said holding two fingers up against Peta's shirt as she stayed tucked into her mother.

"Whoa, two! That's cool. So I hear you want to meet Louis? Would you like to pet him? He's very soft. You just have to be gentle."

"Momma?"

"Go ahead sweetheart, just be easy, like with the flowers." Peta reminded her. Charlotte nodded and held her hand out while Maks turned Louis so she could pet his back. He wiggled in his owner's arms and managed to sneak a lick in causing Charlotte to giggle.

"He give me kisses momma!" She said as she continued to pet the puppy.

"I see that sweetheart that must mean he likes you." Peta said smiling at her.

"I pay wif him?" Lottie said hopefully.

"Baby, we have to go inside remember, we need to find your toys. I'm sure Mr. Maks will let you see Louis another day." Peta said gently.

"Noooooo. I no want my toys. I wanna pay with Louis." She said as her tears started to fall again. Maks looked on at the two with an apologetic look on his face. For some reason he already felt connected to the beautiful blonde.

"Shhh, I know baby I know. It's been a rough few weeks." Peta said as she snuggled her daughter in tighter as she sobbed full force.

"Puppy, pay...." She wailed not even listening to Peta. Maks watched for a few minutes debating if he could intervene or not. He didn't want to step on toes considering he only met the lady and little one a few minutes ago.

"It's alright. We'll get to play with the puppy sweetheart, just not..."

"Can I?" Maks whispered as he finally decided he was going to intervene. Peta looked at him with questioning eyes but finally nodded her head. Not that she was fond of giving into Lottie, the little one had been through a lot already in her little life.

"Mr. Maks wants to talk to you baby." Peta said however Lottie still continued to sob for a few more minutes before she finally calmed down a little bit. The threesome just standing there in the yard with Louis looking on in confusion.

"Aks?" She said through her hiccups as she looked at the man.

"I usually take Louis for a walk after dinner. Maybe you and Momma would want to come with me? That way you can help Momma find your toys and then you can still play with Louis today. We go by the water and sometimes Louis likes to try to jump in and splash." Maks said trying to entice her. He was being quite presumptuous considering he just signed Peta up for an evening with him. Her eyes got wide realizing what he had done and he immediately felt bad.

"And I figured I could show you some of the things in the neighborhood. There's a few places that you may want to see so you know where they are. I didn't mean to overstep."

"It's okay. I appreciate the gesture and we honestly don't know anyone so yeah..." She said trailing off.

"Birdies?" Lottie interjected.

"There are some ducks there but not usually at night. On the weekends I take him in the afternoon and we see ducks." Maks explained.

"Feed birdies with daddy?" Lottie said looking at her mom. Peta realized what she was thinking of. Towards the end, when Ollie had gotten really sick, there hadn't been too much he could do but he had wanted to do as much with Charlotte as he could so they would do picnics at different parks around their house. Many times their activity would consist of feeding the ducks.

"Yeah baby, that's what you did with daddy. We really need to go work on finding your toys though sweetheart." Peta said suddenly flustered. Maks caught her past tense of the word and knew he may have overstepped. He felt the sudden need to apologize and try to fix things.

"I'm sorry." He said softly.

"No..."

"I'm sorry." He repeated trying to show her he was sincere.

"It's fine...you..." She said trying to figure out how to fix it.

"Walk puppy?" Lottie asked watching the exchange between the two.

"Maybe. We'll see. Tell Mr. Maks thank you." Peta told Charlotte.

"Tank youu." She said as she watched Louis wistfully.

"I usually go around 6, if you want. If not, I understand and I'm sorry again." He said as he scooped Louis up for Lottie to pet once more.

"I...we'll see. I just have a lot of unpacking to do." She said waving off his apology. This also wasn't a lie considering that the majority of her house was covered in boxes.

"I understand. I'll see you around. Bye Lottie." He said shaking her hand making her giggle. The two separated ways and Peta carried Lottie into the house. She set her down once they were inside and let her run into the living room while she sunk back against the kitchen door as tears started to fall down her cheeks. She wasn't sure why she was crying other than the fact that she was missing her husband. She also was confused at the fact that she was immediately felt safe with Maks around. She had only had that happen one time in her life and it was when she met Ollie. She couldn't even fathom what that meant and knew that she couldn't. Not when it hadn't even been 6 months since he had left them. She took a few deep breaths as she focused on the fact that Lottie was close by and she needed to be there for her.

"Momma?" Lottie's tiny voice said.

"Come here love bug." She said holding her arms out. Lottie toddled over and curled up against her mother.

"You kay?" She asked making Peta's heart break that much more.

"Momma's okay baby. Momma just misses daddy."

"Miss Daddy too. We read?" Lottie asked as she twirled Peta's hair.

"We can read for a little bit and then I'll let you watch a show on the iPad while I look for toys okay?"

"Mawree?" She asked. She had fallen into a kick of being in love with any and all Disney movies however her favorite was the Aristocats, she would watch the movie on repeat if Peta would let her.

"You can watch Marie sweetheart." Peta said with a grin. She stood up scooping Charlotte with her as they headed into the living room where Peta tucked them into the corner of the couch so they could read for a bit. The quiet time gave Peta some time to reboot her brain and by the time it was Marie time, she was calmer and ready to work. She got Lottie set up before deciding to just go box by box and pray she could accomplish something. She decided to push the walk with Maks and Louis out of her brain for then and see where she got with her unpacking. And based on the fact of Lottie remembering which was hit or miss with the little one. She wasn't sure which option she preferred either. Reminding herself to not focus on that, she opened the first box with was full of dishes and set to work.

**Okay loves, so here is the first part to this story. It's going to be slow starting as I build things so I apologize. Also once I get going the chapters will be longer I promise. Don't forget to let me know what you thought and to like it up. I still intend to base going forward on everyone's feedback. Thank you all for the support and for waiting out my dry spell. I promise I'm working on the Chmergess update next. Love you all!