#not his family obviously!!! but everyone else.

[frownyalfred]

clark’s first attempt to interview the prince of arkham go about as well as you might expect, given that he’s a reporter with sunshine all but seeping out of his pores. the first time bruce doesn’t even talk to him, too furious at the gall of this metropolitan newshound to interrogate him for the sake of some gruesome, sensationalist op-ed obviously about the tragedy of the family wayne and the irredeemable mire of gotham to do anything more than death-glare at him for the entire length of the meeting. but clark, unsatisfyingly, doesn’t give up after that. if bruce doesn’t talk to him, he sure talks to bruce, and with each subsequent interview the questions…change. no longer trying to establish facts about bruce’s life or his crimes, not asking about his experience in arkham, not even going for the low-hanging fruit of why’d you train for years to kill those people, but seemingly random and unrelated things. he wants bruce’s opinions on emissions policies (need to be stricter and more tightly enforced, especially in gotham, jesus, there’s a reason lung cancer and asthma rates are through the roof) and lex luthor’s keynote speeches (unprintable, wiped from clark’s tape recorder in case luthor somehow finds out) and whether or not clark should buy a new suit (why bother, it won’t be any less tragic than every other polyester abomination he cruelly forces bruce to look at every time he stops by). clark slowly and stubbornly makes himself as much a part of bruce’s routine as visits with alfred and lucius and the doctors, and all the while superman is playing a high-stakes game of mental chess with the sinking suspicion that bruce wayne has already won in more ways than one

bruce figures out kent is superman about three hours after the first time big blue gets namedropped during an interview. he commences with a plan that is part honeypot, part campaign of psychological warfare, and part genuine bid to get this midwestern alien who holds the safety of his city in his hands to try and give a damn like a proper gothamite would, like no one but bruce ever seems to. superman is wrong for gotham, bruce knows it, and gotham rejects superman (not even the weather there accepts him, all rain and fog and darkness with maybe one month of sun a year, but you can’t have shit in new jersey), but fuck it, he is trying. if nothing else, hours sitting in a room with this ridiculous well-intentioned man and a couple armed guards have bruce reluctantly convinced that superman is trying. and if all he asks in return is that bruce sometimes throw him a bone to save everyone else, well. it’s arkham. it’s not like bruce has anything better to do than un-fuck whatever clark and his merry band of spandex-clad morons have run up against this time

(depending on whether or not bruce was active as batman before getting caught or simply never bothered with batman to begin with, he could have a safe leg to stand on to call all the capes and costumes and underwear-on-the-outside stupid as fuck, preferably to clark’s face, preferably while maintaining the facade that he has no idea superman even has a civilian identity. smug passive-aggression, thy name is brucie, prince of arkham)

The only reason Bruce talks to Clark is that he slips up just a little that first meeting — says something about Metropolis and the people of that city. And Bruce sees that same glimmer of possessiveness, that need to better his city, reflected back at him. And he knows that Clark Kent is more than he appears to be.

[wintfleur]

TALKING BODIES !

` . . ── 𝓹airing estella hughes (oc) x rutger mcgroarty

𝓢. stella and rutger both love talking . . . with there bodies, celebrating the 2024 world juniors win,

𝓭etails. smut, cursing, kissing, smut warnings : unprotected sex (don’t do!!) oral ; male receiving ｡｡ 𝔀c 4877

𝓻oro's note. this is my first smut for this au !;&:!;&; so I’m kinda nervous, I really hope you guys enjoy it! Please please please let me know what you guys think of it :p

Tonight was supposed to be all about him ⸺  and his teammates of course, but he couldn't focus on all the attention and praise he was receiving from the people around him. All he could focus on was Stella. Oh the way she glided across the room with a smile and a drink in her hand as she said hello to everyone, polite and sweet as ever as she made sure to greet everyone. 

The pretty smile on her lips, how good she looked with his last name on her back, and those black tights and skirt she was wearing . . . god those tights. How was he supposed to think of anything but her when she looked like that? 

Rutger sat on a couch in the large room filled with his teammates and their loved ones. He sat between his Michigan teammate Frank and one of his best friends Cutter, while their parents sat across from them on another couch, all engaged in a conversation. A conversation he should be present in but his attention was somewhere else, on someone else. 

His gaze was set on Stella's side profile, lingering on her lips as she smiled and laughed along to whatever the few girls were talking about around her. Rutger recognized most of them, the girlfriends of some of his teammates. He noticed how some of the younger girls flocked to Stella, looking up at her and asking her questions when they were confused. He found it so sweet. 

Stella brought her drink to her lips and took a small sip of the drink she stole from Rutger, looking away from the girls when she felt someone's stare. And she wasn't surprised when she saw her smiling boyfriend looking at her, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes as he very obviously checked her out. Stella playfully rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's lustful gaze, the way he leaned forward, his grip on his cup tightening . . .  it was obvious to her what he wanted, and that was her. 

Stella broke the tension-filled contact and faced the laughing girls, Stella waited for a chance to talk and sweetly excused herself from the conversation, wanting to go talk to her boyfriend and his family. They all gave her quick hugs and goodbyes, promising to text her later. Stella brought her now empty glass back to the empty bar before making her way towards her boyfriend. 

He perked up when he noticed her walking towards them, towards him. Stella smiled politely at the two people she passed who were sitting on the long couch next to Frank. Frank paused his conversation and gave her a small smile before scooting away from rutger so she could sit between them, before returning back to his conversation. 

“Hi pretty girl” Rutger breathed out in a whisper, his eyes not leaving hers as she sat down, their thighs and shoulders pressed against each other. Stella smiled and looped her arm with his, leaning against him as she whispered back “Hi handsome” 

“Tired?” Rutger quietly asked her even though he already knew the answer was no. Stella was confused for a moment at the sudden question but the way he rested his hand on her thigh and squeezed it made her quickly realize his intentions. He was so needy. 

She stopped her lips from twitching into a smirk, and you would have believed she was an award-winning actress with the fake yawn she let out. Her hand came up to cover her mouth, showing off her blue and yellow nails, her ring finger having the number two on it with silver gems. You best believe he went crazy when he saw that. 

Stella’s very well-done fake yawn caught the attention of Rutgers's mom, and she paused her conversation to look at stella.  “Stella sweetheart, don't let us keep you up” Cindy sweetly told the girl. Stella smiled bashfully when she felt multiple gazes on her, she cleared her throat before voicing out that she was tired after the long day. 

Rutger was quick to agree with his girlfriend, saying they were going to head to bed, it's been a long day for both of them. Stella and Rutger said goodbye to his parents, giving them both a hug, Stella giving Molly a hug as well, while Rutger ignored the look of suspicion his sister sent him. The couple said their goodbyes to everyone sitting at the couches, rutger just itching to get his girl alone. 

“You guys are shameless” Frank mumbled jokingly as he shook his head at his two friends as they moved past him, knowing that neither of them was tired. Rutger playfully slapped Frank on the shoulder, giving him a wink as he said “Sleep well” 

Rutger knew what Stella was doing as she dragged him along to say goodbye to everyone, claiming that she didn't want to be rude if they just left without saying goodbye,  he knew she was just doing it to tease him . . . to make him wait longer, wanting to see how desperate he would get. 

Rutger was seconds from just throwing Stella over his shoulder when she suggested that they should say goodbye to a small group of people that neither of them knew. Stella giggled at the glare Rutger sent her, she smiled and leaned up to place a quick kiss on his cheek as she whispered teasingly in his ear, his heart beating faster when he felt her soft lip brush against his skin “Calm down stud, I'm just messing with you” 

Rutger pulled her into his side by their locked hands, untangling his fingers with hers and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Her head rested against his shoulder as they walked down the long hallway that led to the hotel elevators, her arm wrapping around his waist. Rutger used his free hand and pressed the elevator button before tilting his head to lean down and place a quick kiss on the top of Stella's head. 

Rutger was starting to lose his patience as they waited for elevators to open and Stella was enjoying every second of it. Rutger was about to press the button again but a relieved sigh left his lips when the elevator door opened with a ding! Rut did not wait another second before he pulled Stella into the empty elevator with him. 

Stella looked up at him through her eyelashes and watched as he leaned forward to press the button for their floor, his jaw clenched as he pressed the button the closed the door faster. His side profile is so pretty, his nose, his pretty lips, his sharp jawline, his hair sticking out at his nape from under his backward cap. So so pretty. Her body was moving before she could process her thoughts. 

Stella quickly brought her hand up and softly tugged on the gold medal that decorated his neck, keeping the tension-filled eye contact as she pulled him down for a much-desired kiss. Rutger lets out a shameless moan when he feels her lips on his, his hands moving to her waist and sliding under the jersey to hold her waist as he pushes her against the wall of the elevator. Rutger takes advantage of Stella letting out a small gasp at the quick movement and slips his tongue into Stella's mouth, moving one of his hands up to cradle Stella's jaw as he deepens the kiss. It was messy . . . but hot. 

Rutgers's mind was too clouded in desire to care for the fact that they could get caught in such an indecent position. Rutger pushed his knee in between Stella's thighs as his hands touched everywhere he could reach, having to stop himself from ripping her clothes off. 

Rutger swallowed the moans leaving her lips as she grinded against his thigh, his hands moving down to squeeze her ass and pull her closer if that was even possible. Heat spreads across both of their bodies as it suddenly gets hotter in the elevator. 

Stella slides her hand down Rutgers's chest as their tongues fight for dominance, a fight Rutger easily wins. It was like his body was melting under her touch, his jeans getting tighter while his heart beat faster. Just as Stella's hand glides over his belt the familiar sound of a ding and the doors opening. As she pulls away from the kiss, not wanting to get caught, a needy whine bubbles from his throat as she pulls away from him, but she's quick to shush him with her hand. 

Stella quickly looked over his shoulder and let out a sigh of relief at the sight of no one. Stella looks up at Rutger who is looking down at her with hooded eyes, Stella moves her hand from his mouth and quickly leans up to place a quick kiss on his red lips from the kissing. Her thumb rubbed the remnants of her lip gloss off his lips as she whispered seductively “We have all night rut . . . there's no need to rush” 

Rutger of course didn't listen to Stella's words, because as soon as Rutger unlocked their hotel room and locked the door behind them, he was on her. Touching and kissing her as if he's been starved of her for centuries . . . and Stella didn't mind it, she liked it when her boy was needy and desperate for her. Rutgers's fingers were squeezing her waist as he blindly guided her towards the large bed, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Their shoes were left in a pile by the door. 

Stella's hands traveled up his back and one of her hands tangled into the hair at his nape while the other was taking Rutger's hat off his head and tossing it somewhere in the room. Stella twisted their bodies before he could push her back against the bed, a gasp of surprise leaving Rut's lip when she pulled away from the kiss and softly pushed him down on the bed. 

Rutgers's mouth drops in awe and he leans up on his hands as he watches Stella stand in front of him, a smirk on her lips as she slowly pulls his jersey off her body, dropping it at her feet. Rutgers jeans became uncomfortably tighter as he kept his eyes on Stella's black lace-covered tits. His mouth-watering as he noticed her nipple piercings poking against the lace. Stella wanted to giggle at how enchanted he became with her boobs, licking his lips and everything. 

Rutger sat up and quickly reached for the bottom of Stella's short skirt and pulled her to stand in between his spread thighs. His head dropped to her boobs where he left open-mouth kisses while his hands were too busy unzipping and tossing her black skirt behind him on the bed before quickly reaching up to squeeze her tits through her bra, his thumbs teasingly rubbing over her piercings. Sweet moans leave her parted lips. 

Stella lets out another sigh of pleasure at the feeling of his lips sucking and leaving love bites on the top of her chest, but she needed more. Stella pushed Rutger softly away from her chest causing a pout to form on his lips, but that quickly changed into a smirk when Stella rested her hands on his shoulders, using him as leverage to straddle his lap, sitting up on her knees as she hovered over his lap. Rutger tilted his head up to look up at her, whispering breathlessly “Fuck you’re so pretty” 

“Mhm so are you, now let's get this off” Stella whispered back as her hands traveled down his chest and softly tugged at the bottom of his jersey. Rutger chuckles at the eagerness in her tone, but he doesn't make her wait like she did to him, quickly pulling and tossing his jersey. His pretty gold medal rested perfectly on his chest. 

His breath hitched when she teasingly dragged her nails down his abs, teasingly dipping her fingers under the waistband of his jeans and briefs. His hips can't help but rise at the touch. Rutger groans with a pout as he clenches his abs, his hands squeezing her tights-covered hips and thighs “Please don't tease” 

“You're so pretty when you pout” Stella whispered tauntingly as she looked down at him with her own teasing pout, she didn't know where this kick of dominance was coming from, but she was enjoying it. And he would let her . . . well for a little bit. He held his tongue and looked up at her, he would let her have her power trip until he deemed it unnecessary. 

She leaned down and placed a quick feather-like kiss on his lips, then to his collarbone and shoulder before slipping off his lap and between his spread legs. Her hands slowly traveled down his legs and thighs with her movement. Rutger cleared his throat and sat up straighter, seeing her face, the pretty dimple smile on her lips so close to his bulge was too much for his mind to process. 

She kept her pretty brown eyes on him as she unbuckled his belt, undoing his jeans and quickly pulling down the zipper. The ache between her thighs made her give up the slow teasing she wanted to put her boyfriend through. She pulled down both his jeans and briefs in one swift pull with the help of him lifting his hips. His pretty dick sprang up and slapped against his abdomen, her eyes lighting up at the sight. A mix of a hiss and a moan left his lips at the feeling  “Fuckk” 

Stella reached forward and took him into her hands, a groan leaving his lips at the feeling of her soft hands tightly wrapped around his dick.  Stella licked her lips, wetting them as she slowly moved her hand up and down. His hips jerked up at the feeling of her thumb pressing against his sensitive red tip, smearing his leaking precum. 

She rested her forearms on his knees and gripped the base of his dick in one of her hands, her other hand resting on his abdomen while she leaned down and took the throbbing tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip and moaning at the taste of him. She looked up at him as she hollowed her cheeks, flattening her tongue under his dick before bobbing her head up and down. 

“You're so pretty like this” Rutger choked out between his moans, his hand coming down to tuck a few strands of her hair behind her ear before making a makeship pony, helping her bob her head up and down. Up and down and repeat. His jaw was slack as throaty moans left his lips as she took him deeper in her mouth, she had no problem taking his hard length down her throat as her fingers dug into the skin of his muscular thighs. 

A wince left his lips at the pleasurable sting from her nails and he couldn't help but lift his hips in a reaction, the muffled gag leaving her lips from the feeling of him hitting the back of her throat caused him to let out a loud whine. Tilting his head back in pleasure as his grip on her hair tightens. 

“Good girl” He moaned, the praise going straight to her pussy. Rutger could stay like this for hours, his pretty girlfriend on her knees between his thighs for him, looking up at him with her doe eyes, her pretty lips wrapped around his dick, but he needed to feel her other lips wrapped around him. God he couldn't take it anymore, he needed more. 

Rutger sat up straight and pulled her swollen lips off his dick by her hair with a loud pop. A confused whine leaves her lips but she's quickly shushed at the feeling of him wiping the spit off her lips with his thumb, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths as he tries to catch his breath. Before Stella could ask why he made her stop he was cupping her face with both of his hands and pulling her back up into his lap and into a wet and messy kiss. 

Stella moaned in his mouth, their tongues in an ongoing battle for dominance, she absentmindedly grinded against him as she cupped his cheeks to deepen the kiss. A groan leaves his lips when he tastes himself on her tongue and the feeling of her tights brushing against his sensitive tip. Stella brings one of her hands behind her back and expertly unclasps her bra with one hand. 

Stella pulled away from the messy kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips and pulling with her as she tossed her bra somewhere in the room. Rutger moaned at the sight, her messy red lips, her pretty tits out on full display for him. “There's my pretty girls” Rutger cooed as he brought his hands up to squeeze them in his palms. 

“Missed my girls so much fuckk” Rutger groaned with a smirk as he massaged her tits, whimpers leaving her parted lips when he started rolling her sensitive nipples between his fingers. Holding in a chuckle when he noticed the new piercings she had in, fuck she's so responsive he thought to himself with a smirk as he watched her moan and grind against him. 

Stella gasped and softly tugged on the long hair at his nape when he leaned down and latched his hot mouth on one of her hardened and sensitive nipples, his tongue twirling around the cute titanium rod while pinching and playing with the other one. “Rut please” Stella whined pitifully as her panties started to become uncomfortably wet, the throbbing almost becoming unbearable. 

Rutger chuckled darkly and pulled away from her boob with a loud pop, both of his hands trailing down her body to roughly squeeze her ass and pull her flush against his chest. The gasp of pleasure about to leave her lips turns into a squeal of surprise and shock at the loud rip that fills the room. Accidentally pushing her boobs into his face as she quickly turns around to look down at her now-ripped tights. 

“Babeee those were brand new” Stella whined with an annoyed huff, despite her show of annoyance, she was feeling very flustered with how easily he ripped them off of her. She bit her lip in desire as she watched the way his forearm muscles flexed as he ripped and pulled the tights off her so easily, letting them drop to the floor and leaving her in her lace panties. 

“Shh I'll buy you a new pair, pretty girl” he promised as he placed a quick kiss on her jaw before focusing on her soaked panties.  His large warm hands caressed the soft skin of the inside and back of her thighs before playfully snapping the lace fabric against her skin with a loud snap! She gasped and jolted in his lap at the slight sting. 

Before Stella can open her mouth to complain about his teasing he's already sliding her panties down her legs, groaning at the sight of the string of arousal connecting the damp panties and her pussy. Stella bit her lip in embarrassment but the feeling didn't last long when Rutger whispered huskily in her ear “God that’s so fucking sexy” 

“Rut pleasee” she whined in his ear, the feeling of her heavy breaths against his skin sending a chill down his spine. While the feeling of the tip of his dick brushing against her wet folds made her thighs twitch in anticipation, her patience running thin. 

“Oh? Begging already? . . . where did my confident girl go huh?” Rutger asked tauntingly, as he gripped her waist with one hand while the other gripped her chin as he continued to tease her with his words, a smirk on his lips “S’cute, you suck my dick and now you're just a needy mess in my lap” 

“Don't be mean rut” Stella pouted, her tone coming out in an eager whine. Rutger chuckled and gripped her chin harder, teasingly dipping his thumb through her parted lips. Stella sighed impatiently and moved her hand between their two bodies, grabbing his throbbing dick into her hand, tired of waiting.  

“What I thought you liked when I was a little – oh fuck stell” A mixture of a deep moan and gasp left his lips at the feeling of Stella taking his dick into her soft hands again, guiding him through her slick folds – small pants leaving her lips at the feeling – before lifting to line his sensitive tip to her entrance. “mmfuckk” Stella whimpered as she slowly sank down on him, her thighs ached with her slow pace of sinking down. Rutgers's dick was always a stretch – no matter how many times they fucked. 

the muscles of his abs tensed and squeezed as he felt the velvety walls of her pussy sucking him in as she slowly sank down, his eyes fluttering close for a few seconds and his jaw going slack. “yeah baby just like that – takin’ me so well” 

“fukin’ hell rut” Stella whined out as she lazily rested her forehead against the column of his neck, chills spreading across the skin at the feeling of her heavy breaths. She could smell his cologne and she felt like she was in a daze as she started to roll her hips against him, she felt so full. Rutger softly rubbed her hips to help soothe the feeling of him stretching her out, kissing her temple as he grunted out “Slowly pretty girl, take your time” 

Stella adjusted her knees at his sides so she could be in a better position, slowly moving up and down so her body could get used to him, slowly sinking down to engulf the thickness of it. Small gasps and moans leave her lips, the feeling of her breath against his neck sending chills down his spine. Rutger dug his fingers into her waist as he helped guide her up and down, helping her build a faster pace that had them both moaning. 

“You’re so fukin’ big” Stella let out a pretty little whine making Rutger chuckle. One of his hands moved from her waist and trailed up her back to grab her nape, pulling him away from his neck and into a messy passionate kiss. Stella moaned into the kiss, cupping his face with both of her hands nibbling on his bottom lip when he slowly pulled away from the messy kiss, whispering breathlessly against her lips “You can take it, baby” 

Her slick walls clamped around him with each roll of her hips, his large hands remained on her waist, his fingers sinking into her flesh as he aided her movements. Rutgers eyes took in her flushed cheeks and glazed eyes, watching as her pink lips parted with pretty moans as she gyrated her hips faster “Atta girl” Rutger mumbled huskily, his tone low and encouraging, a proud smile on his face. 

Rutger moaned and looked down between them, watching as he disappeared in her, over and over again. He lifted his hips up to meet her movements bucking up into her, groaning deeply as she rolled her hips faster. “oh my god fuck” Stella cried out between her heavy breaths. The moans leaving her lips only turned him on more. 

Rutger felt like he was in a trance, his eyes glued to her bouncing tits, the sight making his dick twitch inside her and his mouth water. “God you make the prettiest noises” Rutger groaned before he surged forward, taking one of her tits into his mouth, moaning around the skin as he continued to buck his hips up into her. 

“oh my fuckkk” Stella moaned loudly in pleasure, his thick length hitting her deepest spot with every powerful bounce. Stella braced herself on her knees, feeling herself get closer and closer to her peak. Rutger moaned loudly at her clamping down around him, pulling away from her tits to look up at her. She looked so enchanting like this, her face flushed and twisted in pleasure as she tossed her head back, her neck looked so inviting for his mouth. He moved one of his hands off her waist to pull the gold medal off his chest, his eyes not leaving the way her chest rose and fell. 

His eyes shined strongly with possessiveness as he put his medal on her. The feeling of the cold metal against her hot chest made her gasp, pausing her movements for a moment, a look of confusion and desire on her face. Rutger smirked and gently tugged on the medal to pull her face down, kissing her roughly. Stella moaned into the kiss, rolling her hips against his. He pulled away, whispering breathlessly against her lips “Looks better on ya anyway” 

Stella smirks and rests her forehead on his as she starts to pick up her pace, her thighs trembling and aching. Rutger immediately noticed and held her thighs, helping her move up and down, staring into her glazed eyes. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the hotel room, mixed with their heavy breathing sounds of pleasure and the lewd wet squelching noise of her arousal coating his dick. 

“Oh rut” Stella moaned breathlessly, tangling her fingers in the hair at his nape. Rutger knew that moan, she was close. He held her body with one arm while he moved his other hand down between them, his thumb rubbing her clit in circular motions, wanting to make her orgasm even more intense. His voice cracked as he panted against her lips “Together?” Stella whined in pleasure, eagerly nodding in agreement. 

His eyes remained on her, he loved the way she looked right now, so lost in pleasure her face contorted in ecstasy. Her hair was a mess, sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead, her cheeks flushed a deeper red, the medal bouncing against her chest with each bounce. Rutger wished he had an ounce of Stella's talent so he would be able to save this moment in his mind and draw it so it would never go away. 

“i-im gonna cum” Stella mewled her nails scratching into his shoulder blades, leaning down to press her chest flush against him. Despite her legs feeling like jelly she continued to chase their releases, moving up and down their sweaty bodies sticking together.  

“Holy fuck, you feel like heaven” Rutgers's deep grunts and moans were hypnotizing, pushing her even closer to the edge. He felt her walls flutter around him, knowing she was moments away from climax, he increased the pressure of his thumb on her clit, his other arm pulling her down against him harder. He grunts out desperately “C’mon baby — mm’fuck cum with me” 

“Rut!” she cried out loudly, the coil in her stomach finally snapping, an intense wave of pleasure coursing through her body, her nails engraving small crescents into his skin. Rutger groaned, feeling her walls clamp and convulse around him, his abs tensing at the familiar feeling of his release. He continued to fuck her through her through her orgasm, slamming into her sweet spots, chasing his.

“mm — fuck!” his mouth dropped open with a loud moan as he released deep inside her, thrusting into her a few more times before it got too much. Stella’s head fell to his shoulder, choking on a moan at the feeling of him filling her with his seed. The two sat there for a few moments in silence, slowly falling from their highs together. 

“you okay baby?” Rutger asked softly between his heavy breaths, holding her face gently in his hand as he stared into her pretty brown eyes, Stella smiled tiredly and softly brushed her nose against his before resting her forehead back against his sweaty shoulder “Yeah, m’perfect” 

“You did so good baby” Rutger cooed as he placed soft kisses along the side of her face, one of his hands gently brushing her hair out of her face while the other rubbed her back soothingly. Stella hummed tiredly and wrapped her arms around Rutger, pulling him into a hug. Placing soft kisses on the little marks on his shoulder from her nails, whispering sweet praises against his hot skin. 

“I love you” he placed a kiss on her head before carefully lifting her hips up, so he could slip out of her with no discomfort. Stella sat back on his thighs, lifting her hand up to brush his sweaty hair from his forehead, smiling at how handsome he looked all flushed, she smiled lovingly at him “Love you more” 

Stella winced and looked down at the mess between them, biting her lip at the sight, before looking up at Rutger with her charming smile “C’mon handsome let's go get cleaned up, then we can call room service” 

“Oh yeah? celebrate with some pizza and shitty champagne?” Rutger chuckled as he softly tugged on the gold medal decorating her nude chest, Stella smiled and glanced at the medal before looking back at her boyfriend, her dimples on display as they both embraced the moment fully “Sounds like heaven”  

𝓻oro's note. OKAY SO 😺 we are just gonna ignore the fact that this literally took me a ‘year’ to finish . . . but tbh I forgot about this in my drafts and I’m like horrible at writing smut . . . but I decided I should just finish it and post it for the USA win!! please let me know what you guys think because I’m not that experienced in the smut writing soooo feedback is very much appreciated !! (If this flops I’ll cry)

FORGET RUT I WANT STELLA 😻

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[jaggedamethyst]

clandestine

viktor (arcane) x stripper f!reader

pairing: viktor (arcane) x f!reader

content: 18+ minors dni, smut, not thigh but lap riding, strip club obviously, some cursing, porn some plot idk, established relationship, secret relationship, not proofread

notes: i am not personally a stripper, but I have somehow seen a lot of movies and youtube vloggers explaining the culture and mindset they have…about doing this to get them to a next phase of their life. some people may not feel that way at all, and just do it to feel empowered….or literally just because its a job. no reason is more valued than the other, and I hope I did this justice because I have the utmost respect for every job. please let me know if anything isn’t hitting the way it should in that regard and i will make the edits <3

also, not an au… this was kinda inspired by lest. idk if it was ever confirmed, but the character kinda reads to me as a sex worker and I do love that. normalize including those stories in media.

word count: 2.1k

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Stepping into the building always felt particularly specific for Viktor. The music was melodic but slightly too loud. Flashing lights almost always sent him off balance, leaning into his cane. A vibration pulsed—bouncing off every wall hard enough to make him physically swat the feeling away with his head. Yet, whenever he’d find his seat and glance across the room—all of it faded away.

Had there not been a physical spotlight, Viktor could still find you a mile away. He was completely entranced, mesmerized by the way you moved—even more so by the fact that it was an act. You were sweet, saccharine even, and you never showed it. That side was all for him. Only him.

When you were at the club, there was a veil over you—projecting a unique exterior. Dancing allowed you to disconnect and channel an identity you didn’t in everyday life. Often, you were misunderstood. Even more common was for you to be ignored—it wasn’t like that at work. You were respected and held at the same regard as everyone else. There were rules, and everyone followed them. You were an equal and you appreciated that.

Regardless of that feeling on stage, the money was also damn good. You grew up in the Undercity and you knew what it was like to have nothing. This fact was something you and Viktor bonded over initially. Later, both of your intellect and fondness for academics. He empathized, too, with you having no family…even more the fact that you started this venture to pay for your studies. That’s how the two of you found yourself dating. There was an unwavering kindness about Viktor, you loved that. The secrecy made every interaction all the more interesting, especially in the confines of the Piltover club.

The shift started like any other. You were on stage, moving to the rhythm of your song, Lest in your peripheral. You’d often recall how she was the first person to make you feel truly comfortable. She’d linger during your sets, calling security when needed, even speaking up for you when she realized you couldn’t. Lest gave you the push to take control, and the money really showed it.

You glanced down a bit, seeing some of your money get swept to the side. Lest had your labeled basket in her hands, grabbing some out of the way for you. In that split second, you saw a glint toward the back corner. You smirked, seeing your boyfriend spread on a chair—observing you through low eyes. You sped your tempo up, the stage now cleared enough for you.

Viktor noticed your arched a brow and stifled a chuckle. As you picked up the pace, he leaned back more comfortably in the chair. A hand held onto his cane, knuckles paling at the forceful grip. His other hand rested on the chair. His legs spread entirely, something he knew you loved. He was locked in, eyes roaming over every inch of your body as you danced. Your back was to him, then, ass shaking seductively in a way he’d always appreciated. You bent simultaneously, making a show of your legs before dropping into a split. You rolled your neck, looking toward Viktor. He watched your hand trace over your leg before tapping on it twice with a smile.

You’d definitely seen him back there.

Lest gave a knowing smirk, nodding over her shoulder “I see you spotted your regular.”

“Sure did.” You laughed at that, swinging your legs around. “It’s gonna be a fun night.”

“Oh I can tell.”

Lest didn’t know the two of you were dating, nobody did. That was the allure. Viktor could be the “regular” who showed up and dotted on you while you played the helpless stripper who so desperately needed his money. Neither were true, except that Viktor did love to spend his money on you.

Lest spoke up again, “You should head back there, before he gets restless…you know how they are.”

You moved to stand, doing a final spin and wave to the audience. “You’re right…can’t miss out on the money.”

“Exactly.” You moved to help add the rest of your money to the basket, Lest gripping it for dear life. “I’ll put this in the usual spot. We can do count after you rake in the big bucks.”

You high-fived Lest, watching as she turned immediately. You turned away, too, knowing that the chance of any of your money being taken was close to zero. You’d trust her with your life—so much so that you often debated telling her more about yourself outside of the club. Part of you figured she knew about your relationship and just played along. The thought of that made you love her friendship even more.

There was a drag in your step. You purposely made your strides slow as you inched toward the corner Viktor had chosen for tonight. His eyes had yet to leave you, but his free hand circled the arm rest. He was pent up, which was perfect, you thought.

He watched as you finally reached him, standing over his seated figure with your hands on your hips. You spoke first, yelling a bit over the music. “Funny seeing you here.”

He played along, eyes raking over your body. “I frequent here relatively often, do I not?”

You shrugged, looking away, “One could say that.”

He smiled, moving to stand up. You were a bit shorter than him, but slightly taller now thanks to your heels. He glanced down at them in adoration, loving the feeling of looking up at you. “You were stellar, love.”

You raised your head, flicking your hair. “Thank you, baby.” Your eyes lingered on one another, the genuine feeling of affection sitting between you both. Leaning down to whisper in his ear, you broke that sweet feeling. You played to his true intention; you knew why he was here. “Wanna go somewhere more private?” You let your lips linger for a second, hands coming up to rub his neck and behind his ears with your thumbs. “I know a place.”

He watched you pull back, looking up through his lashes. The smile on your face absolutely melted him. He reached down, slowly searching his pocket. He flipped up a bill that was settled between two fingers. “Lead the way.”

You plucked the money from him and grasped his now empty hand. The exchange had its own unspoken rules—Viktor would always pay, you would let him. The inherently degrading nature never found its way to your relationship but was instead a way to keep up appearances. For Viktor, it was yet another way to show his love for you. He’d give it all if he could—you deserved it.

He followed you, stalking behind your enticing figure. You’d shift every so often, your reflection moving with the tone of the lights. The sound reverberated off of you both, pulsing between your interlocked fingers. The bass slowly faded as you walked down the long hallway, even more so as you entered the secluded room.

The lights were low, a quiet music lulling in the room. Candles lit the area and added a hint of vanilla to the air Viktor appreciated—it smelled like you. He closed his eyes at the thought, enveloped by the scent and feeling of your skin on his palm. You glanced up, observing that the light on the cameras had been switched off. You huffed gratefully, knowing you had to thank Lest again later.

Viktor felt the pull of your hands and mindlessly followed until his back met the couch. He cleared his throat, looking over to you beside him. “So,” he paused, “How was your day?”

“Do you actually want to know how my day was?” You pursed your lips, sarcasm riddled all over them. “Or are you just indulging me so you seem like a gentleman?”

Viktor was frazzled at that, “What? No…” He brushed a hand to move his hair out of his face, “No! I would like to know-“

A kiss to his cheek interrupted him, “I know.” You nodded slowly. “But you should just ask for what you really want…I’m a busy woman after all.”

The flicker in his eye was one you genuinely loved—the switch from caring boyfriend to infatuated client.

“And what is it you think I want?” A hand brushed over your cheek, his thumb slowly finding its way to your lips. He looked down, rubbing his fingers across your skin.

You reached down, then, a hand firmly landing on his thigh. You maintained eye contact as you spoke—sliding a hand further up his leg. “I think I have a pretty good idea…”

“Is that so?” Viktor leaned back further to adjust his lap and purposely push his hardened length into your palm.

The two of you leaned in closer, the pull of each other undeniable. Slowly, your lips collided. There was an urgency, yet neither of you acted on it—an attempt to savor the moment. You maneuvered then, lips still connected. Viktor hummed against your mouth—a sound that left you smiling as you pushed a leg over his lap.

The once soft push of your lips together was now bordering on frantic. Every so often, Viktor would move to pull and suck on one of your lips—urging you on. You were lost in the motion—in him. Your hands snaked up the back of his neck and tangled with the hair at the base of his neck. With a forceful tug, you pulled him back. He was looking at you now, face flushed and lips completely swollen and glistening. Looking at him this way already had your underwear dampening. You refused to break eye contact, lowering yourself just on top of Viktor. Sucking in a breath, he tilted his head back—leaning into the couch cushion.

You began to circle your hips. The friction of the restrained material had you feral. “Fuck…” You continued, slowly circling and moving up and down his erection. “Fuck, Viktor.”

He matched you motion suddenly, circling his hips up into you. The motion had your insides pulsing. You couldn’t keep up the act, leaning down into the warmth of his neck. You felt him kiss and suck on your neck. He trailed kisses up and around your ear—moving around your hairline. His hands found your back, pulling you into him even more. Erratic breaths filled the room. All that was missing, you thought, were the lewd sounds of slapping you so desired. You’d give anything to be fully naked right now, letting him work all over you. But there was no time. The thought only spurred you on.

He spoke suddenly, “I needed this.”

“I know,” You push and pull into him faster, “Me too.”

The fabric barrier between the two of you was soaked now, a mixture of both of you. You slid back a bit, arms length distance away from Viktor. His mouth was agape from the lack of sensation, but quickly lost any will to argue when you began to swirl on his tip. He was always so sensitive there—and you were close. The rubbing on your clit had your breath shallow, your motions less rhythmic. He noticed, grabbing your waist to guide you to a speed that had both of your eyes rolling back.

“I’m close….”

Viktor pulled you into a kiss and mumbled into your mouth. “I am too.”

With a few more pumps against each other, you were finishing all over each other’s clothes. You accidentally broke the kiss, gasping for the breath that escaped you at the burning sensation in your body. Viktor didn’t stop, though, pulling you in impossibly closer. He worked the both of you through, choking out a whine as he shot out ropes into his pants.

The two of you sat there, embracing each other for a while. The feeling of each other was enough in the moment—drowning out the sensory overload of the club. Your finger tips traced over his features. You smoothed over his brows, the moles by his eye and lip, the divets in his cheekbones. He was entirely mesmerized by you—a devotion all over his face.

Light taps at the door broke the moment. You knew it would be Lest; she’d often drop by when you took a bit longer than management would like for just one customer. Opening the door a crack, you saw a pile there—a change of clothes for you and a smaller hand towel. You scooped them up quickly, moving back into the room.

Viktor was still watching you, a hand finding its way back to his cane. His grasp wasn’t as tight as before, you smiled to yourself at that.

You stripped quickly, moving to clean yourself and change your clothes. “Missed you today.”

Viktor pushed himself forward in the seat. “And I, you.” He staggered over to you, a hand pushing in and out of his pocket. He held up a bill again, “We should do this again sometime.”

A small chuckle escaped you. “Sure, baby.” You pecked a kiss on his cheek as he walked by you. “I’ll see you at home.”

[11queensupreme11]

please give percy more daughters cuz i want to see their dynamics, like which of the yandere would let her daughters hug percy, also how would Percy´s greek family treat her non-greek childs? like would Rhea discriminate one of her grandson/greatgrandson because of his father-side pantheon?

i haven't yet decided much on the kids yet! i'm still thinking of descriptions, looking at pics, names, domains, etc. nothing's concrete as of now, but i DO know that

-- poseidon will only have sons, and THOUSANDS of them at that since mers (like fish) can carry thousands of little fishy eggs inside their womb

-- cú chulainn will have a shit ton of daughters and just one son, but it definitely wouldn't be in the thousands like poseidon lmao

as for everyone else, it's just random lol. i'm currently trying to list down a bunch of possible names but it's soooo fucking hard cuz they gotta be UNIQUE (most of them at least, there's still beelcy baby LUKE lmao 😂).

i can't just name their kid something american and simple like "emily" or "nathan". can you imagine a goddess named emily??? 😭 it's gotta be unique, just like how the gods get their names and they're (usually) the ONLY ones to ever have that name back then.

obviously, i am NOT creative enough to make up names, especially those that gotta pertain to specific pantheons, so i'm looking up the most unique looking and rarest names i could find 💀💀

(okay i rambled too much about naming, back to ur ask now)

in the last post, the yans who would get pissy when their sons got affectionate with their moms wouldn't mind if it was the daughters. remember, these dudes are sexist and archaic and as i mentioned before, back in ancient times, a woman loving a woman was laughable to ppl 😭 those assholes genuinely didn't think women were able to give pleasure to other women or be worthy of any meaningful relationships. they would NOT be sus if their daughters were to be affectionate of their mom and would just see it as a "typical girl thing" because "ohhhh only girls can be sweet and affectionate, men have to be MANLY and TOUGH only 💪🥶" 💀💀💀💀

now as for how the greeks would treat her non-greek children, they wouldn't be hateful (aside from the yan lovers ofc lol). unlike in pjo where the pantheons keep their distance, in ror the pantheons are more closer to each other. ofc, there are rivalries and tensions, but they're not gonna be like "oh EW, this kid partially NORSE 😒" they wouldn't give a shit about what pantheon they're partially from, they'll be more so concerned depending on WHO the dad is 😂 like if it were LOKI 😂😂😂😂

[beliscary]

there's a tower in belisaere called dolorous bastion

[cuepickle]

Stranger Things x Breakfast Club AU (part ?)

[statementlou]

Tbh i am not surprised that a person who openly talked about having drinking problems since 1d days, because of how crazy 1d worked has been agressive. What surprises me is people being surprised (they never seriously saw drunk person?). But i am also confused about this whole book. Apparently Maya said that that book is not fully bout Liam but compilation about her exes and some of the worst parts are not about him. But recently she said that the book is “ofc about him” so what is true then? Or did she meant it that ofc some parts are about him or that whole book is about him?

Sorry, just confused

I also am not surprised- we've learned so much more about the real stories of things and about the guys' actual lives over the last years, and the story that has unfolded around Liam has been totally consistent throughout if you've been following it, and so the information Maya is telling us is shocking and upsetting but not difficult to believe. I got an anon yesterday saying they were worried about getting similar revelations about the other boys, like "if Liam could be doing this we just don't know, any of them could", and while in a way that's always true I guess, anyone could be doing anything in private like... that doesn't really concern me. Because none of these Liam revelations are coming out of nowhere, there have been many MANY steps along the way leading us here if you've been watching, and he has talked openly about both his mental health struggles and his addiction issues. So to answer that anon... to find out something similar about Louis would in contrast contradict everything we know about him and no I'm not worried about it. Is he probably very irritating, absolutely, but an abuser or a loose cannon, well that news would shock me. But anyway as for the book I don't find it strange that she was nervous when it came out and treading lightly and later decided, fuck it. In the absolutely on point tiktok she dropped today (YES👏GIRL👏FUCKING TELL THEM👏) she even mentions attempts to keep her from publishing the book, presumably by Liam's team, that I am riveted by and cannot WAIT to hear more details about actually- like I said I don't find it at all strange that she was nervous and downplayed it a bit then. But if she says now that it's just about Liam, well, I would say it's been clear from the beginning that the book is their story. Maya herself brought up the parallel of songs being written about stuff and I think it's the same thing; it's true (she was in an abusive relationship that involved certain kinds of events) but maybe not 100% literal (I'm sure details were changed to make the story work, it's not like a word for word timeline of their interactions or whatever).

[forestgreenlesbian]

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[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

One day

One day I hope people realize that Kitsunami already "broke through his programming" back by issue #56 of Idw Sonic

He had an entire mini arc where he dealt with being without Surge for the first time, and in the real world. He met Sonic and his friends directly, tried to work out what his purpose would be without Surge in his life (gave it a shot trying to devote himself to Sonic, seeing him as the next best thing after Surge). And when it was all said and done, he decided after experiencing more that at Surge's side is where he wanted to be.

As of the recent IDW issues, Kit isn't sticking with Surge "because of programming" and "because he just needs for other characters to friend him and turn him into a better person". He is at her side because he wants to be. He protects her and aids her because he cares about her, not just because he's serving the strongest guy in the room. And he's not interacting with others because he's decided not to give a shit about anyone else other than Surge (because from his pov, even the "good guys" are fake. From his pov, everyone is someone trying to lie and manipulate their way into pulling him and Surge to their side)

Kit already has decided what he wants to do with his life. And he decided it on his own. Not because of anyone else's wants or wishes. That's the whole point of his speech at the end of #56.

He's burying whatever his and Surge's past is and moving forward with his conviction to be with Surge because it's what he wants.

[erismornsgf]

really fascinated by the Clovis AI vs Clovis-1 (later Banshee-44). I know this has probably been discussed before but. the AI is an exact replica of Clovis Bray I's consciousness put into a giant exo body (the head, anyway), while Clovis-1 was a normal exo meant to be Clovis reborn/given a second life. but being a typical exo his memories were reset so he's like. no longer an asshole lol. like this is one of the first interactions he has after waking up (speaking to Elsie and the Clovis AI):

[image ID: excerpt from the lorebook "Legacy's Lament" that says:

"Hold on there. You haven't gone through any initiation protocols. You're not ready," she says.

"If there are lives to be saved, that's where I need to be," the new guy replies. He's oddly determined.

"Where you need to be," the AI interjects, "is with your family. Me."

"Every instinct I have is telling me to reject you," the Exo retorts. Nice, new guy.

/End ID]

it's such an interesting contrast. here the original Clovis was hoping this exo was going to be an exact continuation of him. his life, his legacy, his research. that he'd continue to propagate the exos and make an army of them (if the Vex invasion + Collapse hadn't happened, anyway). Clovis is selfish and doesn't care if most of humanity dies because he just sees them as future exos. he wants everyone to be a product of his legacy. but Clovis-1 basically sacrifices himself 43 times to save people and help shut down the vex portal.

idk there isn't much of a point I'm trying to make here I just think it's an interesting study of how humanity isn't inherently evil and being untouched by the influence of the Darkness (and monopolistic capitalism lol), Clovis-1 is a good person. he even wished he could've kept his memory to help repair the broken relationship between him and his granddaughter, Elsie, but ofc after 43 resets he lost most of what made him Clovis (perhaps for the best).

references: Legacy's Lament lorebook, Clovis Bray's Logbook (missing pages)

[pochapal]

"the endgame had never been finished" meaning......kinzo died before he could put this plan of his into motion?

[nyerusnova]

nevermind i saw the leaks, i was right lmao.

jason is fine and they just coordinated to trick failsafe to get it to frazzle out afaik.

that makes sense considering the entire point of #147 was bruce deciding to work with his family despite his growing paranoia over their safety, etc. given that zdarsky has been trying to explore bruce's mental state, it would have made no sense for him to immediately validate that paranoia, instead.

[berryblu-soda]

Anyways update i just didnt bother to post earlier:

fr God is good and the whole car crash my parents got into last week was so incredibly mild in terms of injuries!!!! worst was a bruised knee im pretty sure

ALSO-

*taps mic* HUG YOUR FREAKING LOVED ONES OR SO HELP ME!!!!!!!

[unproduciblesmackdown]

omgg lol [guy who won't stop going "more like scapeGOATED" voice] now hold! on!! lmao [same guy just saw encanto voice] Hold on!!!

[ablednt]

Granted I have the overall geographical and cultural knowledge of a 4th grader but from what I can tell the nuclear family model really does seem to be a white colonial invention

Different cultures have different approaches but I mainly hear about either large family units where multiple generations support each other and raise their children and grandchildren together or an "it takes a village" approach where children are raised somewhat communally

And I can't really speak on it much or claim that these families were free of abuse or that children aren't often an oppressed group basically everywhere I know of but the way ownership of your children is so engrained into white society is so bizarre

Like once you notice it you can't unnotice it even the most loving well meaning parents don't know what to do about it because everyone is so isolated from their own families and their own communities so you wind up with 1-2 parents who have full legal ownership of their child and are raised in a culture where you don't have personhood until you're 18 and all attempts at self actualization before them are seen as clueless rebellion. Like our culture is so divorced from the concept that a parent is someone who is helping mentor and care for their child so they can thrive as a fellow human being and it's actually so alarming

And ik this problem isn't unique to white and colonized people but it's honestly really soothing to hear about how other cultures approach and view parenting and community as a whole and to internalize it doesn't have to be this way

[swiftfootedachilles]

why cant i stop imagining liam making an accidentally viral video thats like "guess which sibling my brother in law is married to"