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jason todd is the type to fuck you in front of a mirror when he wants to prove a point to you. feeling insecure? he’ll make you watch your reflection while he holds you, his chest to your back as he pumps his fingers in and out of your hot, sticky pussy.
feeling bratty? he has no problem providing you with an attitude adjustment, one massive bicep flexing around your neck and the other holding you by the hip to keep you steady while he pounds you from behind. he stares you down the whole time, grinning smugly at the way you whine and babble for more.
and his absolute favorite? he loves fucking you in prone bone after you’ve had a long day, his weight pressing you into the mattress so he can reach nice and deep. he’ll hold your chin in one hand, directing your attention to the large mirror in the corner of his bedroom so you can see exactly how wrecked you look under him.
“just focus on us, baby.” he husks in your ear, littering kisses along your neck and shoulder while he watches you fall apart. “see how pretty you look right now? you’re doing so good f’me.” he chuckles when you gasp his name, choking out half coherent sentences in between the garbled moans he wrenches from deep in your throat. “shh, princess. don’t want you to worry about a thing, ‘kay? jay’s gonna take care of ya.”
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Keep It Down
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
Summary: Trying to not wake anyone up while staying over for the holidays…
Warnings: Intense feels, trying to stay quiet, hand over mouth, Smut 18+, literally just pp in vv moment, petnames (Ma (ofc, this is Jaybird we’re talkin’ about), baby), crying but…in the hot way?, obsessed with this concept ngl. Yes, I got lazy at the end, don’t judge.. :(
Word count: 1k
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It was all quiet pants and silent tears.
The holidays had rolled around and the two of you were staying at Wayne Manor for the week. A classic Gotham storm raged outside, snow gently falling as lightning flashed through the closed curtains of Jason’s room. Thunder shook the house, momentarily deafening what was happening.
You and Jason were always recklessly in love. So, no wonder you couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves for more than a day. The only problem was volume. And shit, could Jason make you lose your voice moaning and crying out his name. On the other hand, it would be sucky to be caught by one of his brothers, let alone Alfred or Bruce…
“Gotta stay quiet, baby.. Can you do that for me?” Was what he murmured in your ear before you got started.
He was slow, loving with his slow but deep thrusts. His dick hitting that spot within you that made your back arch and nails drag down his back, leaving angry red streaks in their wake. Fuck, he knew how to make your head spin.
Tears streaked down your cheeks, shallow breaths leaving your parted lips. Jason ate it up, kissing and nipping along your neck. Tasting your skin and groaning into your neck to keep his own noises to a minimum. Calloused hands gripping your thighs to haul them up around his waist to get a better angle. The whine you let out was quickly muffled by his lips capturing yours in a deep kiss. “Shhh.. I know, ma, I know..” He mumbled against your mouth.
As he had your lips captured, his hands moved up. Pulling you up into an arch by your waist before wrapping his arms around. Shoving his arms between you and the bed. Chest to chest, arms hugging your middle like he was scared you’d slip away. When he finally pulled away to breathe, his forehead dropped to your shoulder. Hot breath fanning across your skin making a shiver run up your spine.
“Oh shit…” You breathed, hand coming up to drag through his dark hair. Gripping with shaky fingers, lightly tugging, making Jason practically growl into your skin. Brows pinched in pleasure as tears fell back into your hairline. Every roll of his hips takes your breath away and makes you tremble. His fingers dug into your back as he squeezed you tighter.
Fire.. that's what you felt. Crawling beneath your skin, licking at your core making your stomach flip. Pushing you closer and closer to your high with every thrust, sharp breath, and moan. Trying to keep quiet. Desperately. But it was so difficult with how overwhelming it was. The thrill of accidentally being too loud. Passionate tenderness that made your head spin and tears prick your eyes. In a vulnerable state of intense pleasure and connection. All while your loving boyfriend whispered sweet nothings into your skin. “That’s it, ma..I’ve got you.. Just let go, I’ve got you..”
Flushed and blissed out, your head pressed back to the pillows. Whimpering an, “Oh my god..” into the darkness of the room. Maybe a little too loud than you should’ve…
Jason was quick to remedy your loss of volume control. His hand coming up to cover your mouth, his other arm still securely holding you to him. While he loved how wrecked you sounded, he didn’t want to get caught..You breathed harshly through your nose as you let out a ragged moan that got muffled by his palm. “Baby, baby.. Gotta keep it down..” He murmured, voice laced with desire.
Despite his words, he picked up the pace a little, rocking against you with more intensity. Hitting harder, somehow it felt deeper too. Eyes squeezed shut as you tried to focus on your pleasure and keep your moans down.
Pressing closer, practically suffocating you with his weight. Draping himself over you like a protective blanket made up of over two hundred pounds of muscle. His hand left your mouth to grip the pillow next to your head. His head dropping once more, groaning right into your ear. “C’mon, ma..” You were so close…
You choked and pressed your face to his neck. Letting out a strangle moan you muffle against his skin. Finally reaching that peak. It wasn’t fast and strong like it usually would be. The kind that would have you moaning shamelessly and crying out his name. No.. This twisted your spine and burned through your veins. Making you choke on your own air and hold your breath. Crashing over your body like waves on an ocean shore. Tensing as you gripped him where you could. Pawing desperately at his skin for purchase as fat tears rolled down your cheeks.
Then you let out a sob of raw pleasure, still muffled against his skin. Shaking as you rode out your high. Thighs trembling around his waist as your body pulsed with the aftershocks. He slowed down for a moment, cooing softly in your ear and pressing kisses to your tear-stained cheeks as he helped you ride out your orgasm.
When you finally calmed down enough, he took your chin in hand, “Yeah..?” He mumbled to you. Seeking permission, seeing if he could be selfish now. Chase his pleasure. All you could do was tighten your legs around his waist again and nod weakly. Arms pulling him closer once more. “Yeah..” He quickly sought out your lips, locking you in a deep and needy kiss as he picked up the pace again.
Panting and pressing as deep as he could. His groans went straight into your mouth as he chased his release. He wasn’t far behind. His hips stuttered before he let out a strangled moan, “Baby..” he grumbled against your lips. Giving a few short thrusts as he finished. Jason finally broke the kiss with a heavy sigh. A string of saliva connected you still before he licked his lips. “Fuck, you did so good for me..” He praised softly as he caressed your cheek. Thumbs wiping away the tears.
“Fuck yeah, I did..” You gave a tired smirk. He paused before he gave a slow smirk of his own.
“As if, you were loud as hell.”
“Shut up…”
HER PRINCESS
absolute wonder woman x reader | nsfw
CW! fem reader, top diana, magical genitalia, vaginal fingering, girls kissing, soft sex, use of rope, drabble, soft diana, implied future diana/steve trevor/reader
more self indulgent posts bc why not :)
The way she grabbed your thighs so easily and with her strength she pulled you to her. A smile on her lips.
You could see the flashing of red in her normally blue eyes. Diana, a beautiful princess who was the daughter of Circe and the Princess of Hell.
You wondered how you got so lucky.
“Pay attention.”
You listened immediately as her cock made from magic was pressed against you in an experimental way.
It her first time doing this.
The ropes around your wrists stung as you moved in response.
“It’s alright dear.” Her delicate fingers trailed up your opening and in they went. Her ghostly touch was heavenly as she pushed against your walls.
You squealed in response. Calling her name as she readied you. Opening and stretching you wide even with your scrambling legs.
“You’ll injure yourself. Be careful. The rope may hurt you.” She whispered with a smile. You were nodding as you panted. Her fingers still taking every thing you were worth.
You made a small noise as she pulled out her fingers. Those same fingers trailing up your thigh and pulling it out further. Her lips kissed your abdomen.
You easily took her into your arms, and her head resting on your chest. Feeling her naked chest on your stomach as she entered you slowly. Coming up to your face, and her hair tickling your nose.
“Breathe my love. Steve will be coming home soon, and he’d love have you coherent.” She laughed as you whimpered.
She caught your lips as the world dwelled into something beautiful and pleasurable.
Paradise.
GENTLE GIANT
corenswet! clark kent x reader | nsfw
CW! female reader, size difference, size kink, fluffy, soft dom clark, sub reader, strength kink (?), vaginal penetration, praise kink, fingering, cunnilingus, protected sex
he’s cute, this is self-indulgent, and I’m not sorry
You whined lowly as he lulled you against his chest. Hands of yours peaking at his pronounced chest with trembles.
A thick feeling beneath the cloth of his boxers. Big hands that were calloused rested on your hips. You shivered at the warm touch on your cold body.
He was always warm. Too warm.
“Shh it’s okay.” His hands rubbed your hips as you whimpered. Softly, you grinded and humped on his erection.
“Good job, darling.” Clark was smiling sweetly. His eyes full of love and swarmed with affection and pride at you.
With by his side he pulled down his boxers to reveal the gigantic organ that was now pulsing on your thigh.
Wasn’t the first time you took him but it still shook you just how giant he was. In fact, everything about him was big. A gentle giant of a man that loved you too the moon and back.
You gulped, and he lulled you back to focusing on him. Angled your hips against lower belly so that his erection could be placed against your rear end.
“Come here, darlin.” You whined lowly, almost a whimper as you made your way over his face. Gently his hands grasping you hips and lowered you down. His hot layered on your cunt.
“Clark…” You whined as his tongue curved up into you and on your clit. One hand moved to play with your clit, while one held your hips tight. Even with one hand he was able to keep you from moving.
“Mmh!” You covered your mouth while one hand grasped his wrist. Your hips moved little by little but even so you still didn’t move from his hot mouth. Clark ate you out passionately.
“Up we go!” A light laugh from Clark made you flush red as you were dropped onto the white sheets. His hands gripping your thighs and digging into once again. His arms wrapped over your hips and stomach, which allowed him to taste you and to finger you.
It left you in a moment of complete bliss. Head back against the pillow as you moaned loudly. His giant hands cupping your entire cunt easily. Even kissing your cunt before diving in his tongue deep.
“Clark! Too much-“
The Kryptonian pulled back with substance stringing down his lips. Licking them as he kissed you deeply. His hands going in different directions; one holding your hip and the other grabbing a condom.
As you two make out he covered his thick manhood in the rubber material.
Separating your were already panting. By patting your thigh you opened them and rested them on his shoulders. You were shaking lightly and he rested warm hands on your gently. Comfort from them.
He kissed your thighs he pumped his cock. The tip against his entrance and you were already whining.
“Alright here we go.”
You gripped his thick arms as he lowered himself into you. The stretch being tight and slow as he entered your slowly. Every vein and thick girth stretching you beyond belief.
Never would you be able to take him without prep. Either way you loved the way he would eat and finger you.
To distract you he kissed you once again. This time so much more hard. Bruising your lips as you attempted to whine from him finally bottoming out.
“You okay?” His hands cupped your face as you sniffed. Tiny tears in your eyes that he wiped away. You nodded your head and he shook his head.
“I need words baby.”
“I’m okay.”
He smiled at you. “Good job, baby.” He kissed your forehead before beginning his assault on your cervix. He always hit it and you couldn’t have been happier.
He started slow then it became quick and fast. Passionate and comforting as he praised you through out the whole ordeal. His forehead against yours and staring into your eyes deeply and intently.
His hips slamming down into your pelvis. Although it hurt a little you didn’t. He was doing his best to hold back, and even then you didn’t mind a bit of pain.
Especially if it was coming from him.
“I’m gonna-“.
You moaned as you pressed your head harder against his temple. His hand grabbed your thighs and into a mating press he started to thrust harder and harder.
“Do it darling. You can do it. I know you can my sweet girl.” His lips kissed your neck. Heavy breath on your neck as you came hard.
In sweet bliss you allowed him to ravage you. He kept going. His giant size swallowing you as he took your body to a more heavenly plane.
You gasped as he pulled out immediately when he finally felt his body coil. Off came the condom and he jerked himself off onto your lower belly.
“Clark…” You moaned out; asking.
He complied and kissed you.
In each other’s arms and with a kiss sealing your souls together. A tiny thing and a giant.
A human and an alien.
Sweetness filled your gut as he kissed you again. Praises into your ear as his hand drifted to your cunt once again. You moaned again pleased.
You were in for another ride, and you complied. Hiding yourself in his neck you moaned as he once again sent you to heaven.
Heaven with him.
A golden egg in a gentle giant’s tower.
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”want a pretty femme under me while i squeeze her neck and rut into her with my biggest strap” THE HARLEY QUINN COMMENT. i’m gone. No because she would want the biggest strap too UHDHSHH elaborate pls id love to hear that for research 😁😁
🥀A/n: im going to platonically kiss u through the screen for putting this in my inbox i literally need to elaborate AURGH SHES SOOOO
🥀(based off this post)
🥀Cw: smut, fem!reader, wlw smut, strap, soorta size kink, bratty sub!Harley
🥀men and minors dni
now, Harley is very intelligent, but you can't tell me Harley wouldn't be soooo bratty- just for funsies! like she would try her best to piss you off, make you jealous, tease you and act all ditzy and airheaded when questioned about it all in the hopes of getting fucked stupid- and it works!!
she's sobbing as your silicone dick splits her in half, pawing at your tits and toying with your nipples while you fuck her until she's babbling- she's loud too, all whiny and pissed about how your going too slow, not fucking her hard enough, and the only way to shut her up is a firm hand around her throat- and oh does she love it
i just know Harley would drag one of your hands (that were placed so firmly on her hips just moments prior) up towards her neck, begging you with wide eyes to squeeze
"are you sure?" "toots, if you don't fuck me right now i swear-"
she loves being gagged, manhandled, slapped and fucked silly. her fave position is mating press, solely so she can simultaneously watch your tits jiggle and your cock slide in and out of her pretty pussy!
i also think she's partial to doggy style, Harley has a nice ass and she knows it. loves when your forcing her to arch her back, her ass rippling with every thrust as she drools into the sheets, your strap so deep inside her she's seeing stars
size is definitely a factor for Harley- not only does she want your biggest strap, she would want your weirdest and kinkiest strap too. she would buy one of those ridiculous monster cocks, tentacles, veins, ridges, the whole nine yards, and would beg you to fuck her with it
"o-oh! ffuck me harder, can y-you? please-" Harley babbles, holding up her legs with ease as you fuck her cunt with your strap. the sloppy thwap! of her pussy squelching around your silicone dick fills the room, only fueling your lust.
you tighten your grip on her neck, watching the nasty grin on her face widen as she struggles to breathe. you both know she's aching to be marked, covered, and painted in bruises from your rough treatment, and your happy to oblige. tears stream down her face from the addicting mixture of pain and pleasure as her mind grows foggy from her nearing orgasm.
your free hand trails down towards her clit, pressing down hard on her aching pearl. Harley's eyes roll back into her head as she squeals your name, makeup all smudged from crying. the tightening in her abdomen is almost unbearable, she's so so close-
your pace slows, and your grip on her neck loosens enough for her to take a few deep breaths. she lets out an indignant whine, trying to rock harder against your strap, but you keep to your slower pace. it's not enough to push her to the edge, but not too little for her orgasm to fade entirely.
"how many times have you cum tonight, honey?" your words are sickeningly sweet, but she knows that this is a test.
"ssssix..?" Harley slurs, looking up at your face and giving a dopey smile. "your so prettyy, 'need you s'bad, i wanna cum," she pleads, rolling her hips against yours.
you chuckle, leaning down to kiss her before speeding up your pace, rewarding her for her correct answer.
"good job, baby, you did so good f'me. you can cum again, now, how many times will that be?"
"s-seven- ffuck-"
"oh, good girl-" you speed up even more, circling her clit with precision. Harley's thighs clench as the cord in her stomach draws taught, and then snaps. her sobs and moans fill the room as her orgasm ripples throughout her entire body. she screams your name like a prayer, pussy drooling all over your strap as she squirts, covering your lower half in her slick.
as she begins to come down from her high, you coo softly, waiting for her to come back to the present. you know she gets lost in subspace more often than not, and needs a few minutes to recover. in that time, you slide out gently, admiring the slick and cum coating your strap.
"you okay, baby?" you whisper, and Harley nods.
"mhm. c'mere, i wanna cuddle," Harley pouts as you shake your head, removing your harness and standing up. "we should clean up first, you made a bit of a mess," you tease, and Harley whines, but obliges. you lean in to press a kiss to her forehead.
"i love you, y'know that?"
"yeah, yeah, toots, i love ya too. now let's get a bath running, i feel a little.. sticky- bleh".
sorry this is lowkey short n the ending is horrendous im fighting for my life trying to characterize her ♥️ i love you harley quinn you deserve the world but you'll have to accept my mid fanfics instead 😔
Midnight Pleasure
pairing(s): harry wells x reader
a/n: it’s taken me so long to finally sit down and be able to focus enough to write again, it’s been months since i last posted. i’ve been spending all my time with a kitten i rescued, so writing just kinda slipped away from me for a little bit. now this one's for me but i promise that i will get to my requests as soon as i can. thank you my loves <3
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According to the team, you and Harry didn’t get along very well. You two always throwing snide comments at each other, you sometimes egging him on when he’s throwing things about the cortex, him doing every little thing he can to annoy you. It was getting to the point where it had started to affect the other team members
One night you and Harry were having one of your little tuffs when Cisco finally had enough “you know the sexual tension between the two of you is giving me a headache” he grabbed a piece of licorice from beside his computer and stuck it in his mouth as he got up “i’m just gonna go home and watch princess bride on repeat, you guys have fun”
“Cis- ugh” you watched him walk out of the cortex and sighed at the fact that he had just left you alone with harry. “See what you did” he said from his spot in front of the clear board. You scoffed and put down the ipad you were holding “What I did? What about what you did? If you didn’t yell all time-“ he cut you off, capping the marker he was holding “Maybe I wouldn’t have to yell all the time if you would stop being a brat and just listen to me!”
You unconsciously stepped closer to him, feeling your anger rise “I’m not a little servant you can just command whenever you feel like it” you spit out “You can’t just bark orders and expect me to be like ‘yes sir’ “ you batted your eyelashes as part of your little skit “ ‘whatever you want sir’ ‘anything for you sir’ “
You dropped your act “that’s not how the world works Harry, this may be a bit shocking but it doesn’t actually revolve around you” both of you were breathing heavily at this point, you blinked and realised that you were quite closer to the man in front of you than you thought. It was quiet for a few moments, the only sound filling the silence was the rapid breathing coming from the two of you.
“You wanna say that again, y/n?” He finally spoke, his voice noticeably deeper this time. “Go ahead, tell me that this isn’t some stupid little act to hide how you really feel about me” He took a step forward and you took one back
“You think i don’t notice how every time i get even a little bit closer to you that i can practically hear the way your heart just pounds, hmm? maybe that’s why you act like such a brat all the time, you don’t want me to know just how excited i make you” your back hit the wall, as you looked up at him with wide eyes
“Because i know you drive me absolutely fucking crazy, y/n” he was inches away from you now, his breath fanning across your face. “And it’s taking everything in me not to rip your goddamn clothes off and take you in the middle of this cortex. Right here. Right now” his hands were on either side of you on the wall, caging you in as his eyes searched your face. Your breathing was even faster now as you and Harry stared at each other, neither one wanting to make a move for fear of the moment ending.
Harry was standing so close to you now, that you could feel his bulge pressing against your hip. You shifted under his intense gaze and could feel his hips slightly bucking into yours at the friction. “Feel that sweetheart? Hmm? See what you do to me?” He spoke in a low tone. Harry shifted and wedged his knee between your thighs, pressing it deliciously against your clit and you gasped as he started to slightly rub against you.
“That feel good, y/n?” Your mind went slightly foggy, at seeing you weren’t able to conjure up a response Harry pressed harder. Your hands gripped his sides bringing his body closer to yours “Harry” you breathed. The man pulled back from where he had rested his forehead against yours “I need to know that you want this” he said as his knee stopped, but he didn’t pull away. “What?” You panted just wanting him to keep touching you, anywhere, everywhere.
“I need you, to tell me that you want this, y/n. If I don’t hear a yes from those pretty little lips, i’m not gonna touch you anymore” your lips parted “Yes” you quickly answered “Please Harry, I want this. I want you” you swore you saw a flash of a smile across his face before he captured your lips in his. Harry’s kiss was rough and passionate and it left you wanting more and more as he kissed down to your neck.
His hands slowly slid down your sides and hooked his fingers in the waistband of your pants, teasing you. “You want it sweetheart?” He mumbled against your neck as your hands gripped his arms. “Harry please” you whimpered. At that Harry slowly slipped his hand down, pressing his hand against your wet pussy and groaning at the feeling.
“Look at that baby, you’re soaked already and I’ve barely touched you” he pressed a kiss to your jaw “I can only imagine how fucking good you’re gonna taste” He wrapped a strong arm around you pulling you flush against him as he started to rub your clit with his fingers.
You tilted your head back against the wall and let out a groan at the relief that the friction was giving you. You could hear the wet sounds coming from in between the two of you as Harry worked his fingers and it only made a new wave of arousal wash over you.
“More” you gasped out, bunching up Harry’s shirt in your fist “More what sweetheart? Use your words” his signature smirk spread over his face. “I just” you cut yourself off with a moan “want your tongue” you finally got out as Harry’s smirk spread even wider “Good girl”
The brunette sunk down to his knees in front of you, taking off his glasses and setting them on the floor beside him. He trailed his hands down your sides before sliding your pants down your legs and tossing them behind him. “Fuck you’re soaked” he groaned as he saw the growing wet spot on your underwear. He ran his thumb over the spot, making you gasp at the sensitivity before he pressed his lips against your clothed clit.
He moved the material to the side, licking a stripe up your clit. Your hand grasped a handful of his hair at the sensation, desperately wanting more. Harry pressed a kiss to the spot before finally pulling your underwear down your legs and throwing the garment behind him too. He wrapped a hand around your ankle and gently moved your legs apart, pressing a kiss to your pelvic bone before tilting his head and sucking on your clit.
Your hand once again fell to his hair as his mouth licked and sucked on the current most sensitive part of your body. He hummed against you and your hand tightened pulling him closer to you if it was even possible at that point. “I knew you would taste good, I just didn’t know it would be this good” he mumbled, half pulling back to speak “really?” You panted
He gave a particularly hard suck on your clit before answering “Baby, I’m addicted” at that sentence another wave of heat and a weird sense of pride shot through your body. You started to feel your orgasm approaching and your breathing quickened, Harry could see it too. He looked up at you through his lashes and moaned at the sight above him, your face was flushed, beautiful chest heaving, your head was thrown back against the wall in pleasure and your lips were slightly parted as pants and moans poured out.
Harry swore he could just cum at the mere sight of it as he closed his eyes and worked faster, helping you reach your climax. “You wanna cum sweetheart?” He said from below you. Your hand clenched and unclenched in his hair at the thought of cumming on his tongue “Yes, please Harry, god I wanna cum” you rushed out feeling it draw closer and closer.
Harry slipped a finger inside pumping it in and out before adding another, the wet sounds getting even louder now. At the feeling of Harry’s fingers combined with his tongue, your core tightened the pleasure this man was giving you pulsating throughout your body. As you teetered on the edge of your orgasm Harry pulled back to watch you come undone, still pumping his fingers in and out of you.
“That’s it y/n, let go for me, you can do it baby” he encouraged as you let out a loud moan, clenching and unclenching around his fingers. “Fuck” Harry whispered under his breath as he felt your cum gushing over his fingers, curling them to make your climax all that more pleasurable. As you finished, he leaned forward and swiped his tongue over your pussy, licking up all of your release.
When he was done he pulled away and you watched as he wiped his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. He slowly got to his feet, both of you slightly panting as he rested his forehead against yours. “That was” you panted “I know” he said as he swallowed. A few moments of silence passed before he added “So, still hate me?” “Shut up” you playfully said as you put your other shoe on. You grabbed your coat, shutting everything off before grabbing Harry’s hand “Where are we going?”
“Well, did you want me to return the favor or not?” You cheekily replied as you pulled him into the elevator “Oh I like where this is going” he smiled as he pressed you into the wall, planting a kiss on your lips as you laughed.
MDNI
Warnings: arranged marriage au, not proofread, sexual frustration, masturbation (f), fingering, Bruce being neglectful, piv sex, slight intoxication, creampie, pussy eating and wholesome fucking.
Reblogs and comments are appreciated!!
Having Bruce as your husband was almost like a dream come true. Even if the marriage was technically a business deal, you had everything you could dream of.
The shopping sprees with his black card, the ridiculously expensive tasting menus, the most extravagant vacations. You loved it all.
But the only thing which bothered you was the lack of attention from him, to be particular, his lack of sexual interest in you.
Sure, you two had nearly fucked on your honeymoon in Italy. It was a frustrating yet toe curling memory.
The way his mouth had latched onto your nipple after what felt like an eternity of kissing, hov his fingers had disappeared underneath your lace panties to tease your clit. You were practically dripping for him, your brain felt like it was melting as soon as his lips had latched onto your clit, sucking and licking with fervor which was unlike him.
You could feel how hard he was through his shorts. You had been giddy with joy, knowing that he was about to fuck you silly. That was until he received an unavoidable voice call.
You still fumed at the memory of him just leaving you high and wet dry for some stupid business call.
Soon, the frustration took a toll on you. Your self control had been admirable; even you were amazed at how long you'd held off on touching yourself. After one night of drinking a little too much of Montrachet Grand Cru, you'd ended up in your bed with your hands working furiously in between your thighs.
Your whines and whimpers were muffled by the pillow you had buried your face into as you rubbed tight circles around your throbbing clit. The pleasure was a welcome sensation, making your toes curl. You were so lost in your wanton need for pleasure that you had failed to register the sound of footsteps, his footsteps, nearing your room.
The door quietly opened and your husband was met with the sight of you with your legs spread, fingering your cunt like there was no tomorrow while your face was buried in the sea of pillows on your bed.
Bruce froze at the sight, shocked to see you trying to get off in such a desperate state. His cock twitched at the sight of you.
Hesitation was the only thing holding him back from joining you on the bed and fucking you into oblivion. He didn't even know if that was what you wanted.
So he took a chance, he cleared his throat to make you aware of his presence. You snapped out of your haze of self- inflicted pleasure as soon as you heard him. It was as if God had finally answered your desperate, frustrated prayers.
He could see the eagerness in your eyes, the barely hidden joy in them at his presence. Your heart skipped a beat as he slowly climbed into the bed.
His hand slowly took ahold of your chin as his eyes looked into yours, silently asking for your permission. You gave a slight imperceptible nod.
A flicker of relief crossed his face before he leaned in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to your lips. His touch was gentle at first, almost hesitant, as if savoring the moment before fully giving in. You could feel his lips moving gently against yours as if he was afraid of hurting you.
His tongue could taste the wine you'd drunk, along with the lingering taste of you. His hand moved from your chin to your breasts, gently gliding across them.
He continued to kiss you as his cold fingers found your nipples, twisting and pinching them. When he broke the kiss, both of you were left panting, a string of saliva still connecting your lips.
He started kissing from your neck to your collarbones, licking sucking and savoring the taste of your skin. His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses to your breasts, then your stomach, before finally reaching your mound.
You felt his hot breath ghosting against your cunt as he threw your legs over his shoulders, spreading them slightly farther apart in the process.
He spread your folds apart and licked a tentative stripe from your clit down to your leaking hole, gathering the wetness on his tongue. Your light whimper egged him on.
He started lapping at your cunt, savoring the taste of you, engraving it into his memory. His tongue circled your throbbing clit before latching onto it, suckling as your moans grew louder and more desperate.
The pleasure made your mind go hazy, which in turn made you feel hotter and hotter. Your hips bucked against his face as your peak approached.
You let out a strangled moan of his name as your peak hit you like the waves of a tsunami, your juices dripping down his chin as he rode you through your high.
He pulled his face from between your legs as he sat up; he could still see the burning need in your eyes. His hands made quick work of his trousers and boxers, freeing his hard cock.
Your pupils dilated at the sight of his cock, something which you had wanted for so long. He gripped your hips as he positioned his cock at your dripping entrance.
Slowly, he pushed in, making sure to minimize any pain you might've felt. He started with shallow thrusts, giving you an inch with each movement until he was fully seated within your warm, tight and wet confines.
Both of your pants filled the room as he stilled, trying to catching his breath. He started to fuck you at a hard yet pleasurable pace, his cock bumping against that spongy spot that made your wanton moans grow louder in volume as each second passed.
The electric heat of pleasure made you feel like your spine was melting as his thrusts became more erratic. His fingers found your clit, rubbing it as if his life depended on it.
Your second peak crashed over you, making you scream his name in pleasure as his thrusts grew more erratic -until his hips finally stilled as he came inside you.
Both of you were spent and satisfied. Bruce collapsed beside you, not bothering to pull out his softened cock from inside you.
It was safe to say that your husband had made up for his neglect that night. The evidence of it was clear the next morning in the form of hickeys littering your throat and the limp in your gait.
MDNI
Warnings: arranged marriage au, not proofread, sexual frustration, masturbation (f), fingering, Bruce being neglectful, piv sex, slight intoxication, creampie, pussy eating and wholesome fucking.
Reblogs and comments are appreciated!!
Having Bruce as your husband was almost like a dream come true. Even if the marriage was technically a business deal, you had everything you could dream of.
The shopping sprees with his black card, the ridiculously expensive tasting menus, the most extravagant vacations. You loved it all.
But the only thing which bothered you was the lack of attention from him, to be particular, his lack of sexual interest in you.
Sure, you two had nearly fucked on your honeymoon in Italy. It was a frustrating yet toe curling memory.
The way his mouth had latched onto your nipple after what felt like an eternity of kissing, hov his fingers had disappeared underneath your lace panties to tease your clit. You were practically dripping for him, your brain felt like it was melting as soon as his lips had latched onto your clit, sucking and licking with fervor which was unlike him.
You could feel how hard he was through his shorts. You had been giddy with joy, knowing that he was about to fuck you silly. That was until he received an unavoidable voice call.
You still fumed at the memory of him just leaving you high and wet dry for some stupid business call.
Soon, the frustration took a toll on you. Your self control had been admirable; even you were amazed at how long you'd held off on touching yourself. After one night of drinking a little too much of Montrachet Grand Cru, you'd ended up in your bed with your hands working furiously in between your thighs.
Your whines and whimpers were muffled by the pillow you had buried your face into as you rubbed tight circles around your throbbing clit. The pleasure was a welcome sensation, making your toes curl. You were so lost in your wanton need for pleasure that you had failed to register the sound of footsteps, his footsteps, nearing your room.
The door quietly opened and your husband was met with the sight of you with your legs spread, fingering your cunt like there was no tomorrow while your face was buried in the sea of pillows on your bed.
Bruce froze at the sight, shocked to see you trying to get off in such a desperate state. His cock twitched at the sight of you.
Hesitation was the only thing holding him back from joining you on the bed and fucking you into oblivion. He didn't even know if that was what you wanted.
So he took a chance, he cleared his throat to make you aware of his presence. You snapped out of your haze of self- inflicted pleasure as soon as you heard him. It was as if God had finally answered your desperate, frustrated prayers.
He could see the eagerness in your eyes, the barely hidden joy in them at his presence. Your heart skipped a beat as he slowly climbed into the bed.
His hand slowly took ahold of your chin as his eyes looked into yours, silently asking for your permission. You gave a slight imperceptible nod.
A flicker of relief crossed his face before he leaned in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to your lips. His touch was gentle at first, almost hesitant, as if savoring the moment before fully giving in. You could feel his lips moving gently against yours as if he was afraid of hurting you.
His tongue could taste the wine you'd drunk, along with the lingering taste of you. His hand moved from your chin to your breasts, gently gliding across them.
He continued to kiss you as his cold fingers found your nipples, twisting and pinching them. When he broke the kiss, both of you were left panting, a string of saliva still connecting your lips.
He started kissing from your neck to your collarbones, licking sucking and savoring the taste of your skin. His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses to your breasts, then your stomach, before finally reaching your mound.
You felt his hot breath ghosting against your cunt as he threw your legs over his shoulders, spreading them slightly farther apart in the process.
He spread your folds apart and licked a tentative stripe from your clit down to your leaking hole, gathering the wetness on his tongue. Your light whimper egged him on.
He started lapping at your cunt, savoring the taste of you, engraving it into his memory. His tongue circled your throbbing clit before latching onto it, suckling as your moans grew louder and more desperate.
The pleasure made your mind go hazy, which in turn made you feel hotter and hotter. Your hips bucked against his face as your peak approached.
You let out a strangled moan of his name as your peak hit you like the waves of a tsunami, your juices dripping down his chin as he rode you through your high.
He pulled his face from between your legs as he sat up; he could still see the burning need in your eyes. His hands made quick work of his trousers and boxers, freeing his hard cock.
Your pupils dilated at the sight of his cock, something which you had wanted for so long. He gripped your hips as he positioned his cock at your dripping entrance.
Slowly, he pushed in, making sure to minimize any pain you might've felt. He started with shallow thrusts, giving you an inch with each movement until he was fully seated within your warm, tight and wet confines.
Both of your pants filled the room as he stilled, trying to catching his breath. He started to fuck you at a hard yet pleasurable pace, his cock bumping against that spongy spot that made your wanton moans grow louder in volume as each second passed.
The electric heat of pleasure made you feel like your spine was melting as his thrusts became more erratic. His fingers found your clit, rubbing it as if his life depended on it.
Your second peak crashed over you, making you scream his name in pleasure as his thrusts grew more erratic -until his hips finally stilled as he came inside you.
Both of you were spent and satisfied. Bruce collapsed beside you, not bothering to pull out his softened cock from inside you.
It was safe to say that your husband had made up for his neglect that night. The evidence of it was clear the next morning in the form of hickeys littering your throat and the limp in your gait.
MDNI
Warnings: arranged marriage au, not proofread, sexual frustration, masturbation (f), fingering, Bruce being neglectful, piv sex, slight intoxication, creampie, pussy eating and wholesome fucking.
Reblogs and comments are appreciated!!
Having Bruce as your husband was almost like a dream come true. Even if the marriage was technically a business deal, you had everything you could dream of.
The shopping sprees with his black card, the ridiculously expensive tasting menus, the most extravagant vacations. You loved it all.
But the only thing which bothered you was the lack of attention from him, to be particular, his lack of sexual interest in you.
Sure, you two had nearly fucked on your honeymoon in Italy. It was a frustrating yet toe curling memory.
The way his mouth had latched onto your nipple after what felt like an eternity of kissing, hov his fingers had disappeared underneath your lace panties to tease your clit. You were practically dripping for him, your brain felt like it was melting as soon as his lips had latched onto your clit, sucking and licking with fervor which was unlike him.
You could feel how hard he was through his shorts. You had been giddy with joy, knowing that he was about to fuck you silly. That was until he received an unavoidable voice call.
You still fumed at the memory of him just leaving you high and wet dry for some stupid business call.
Soon, the frustration took a toll on you. Your self control had been admirable; even you were amazed at how long you'd held off on touching yourself. After one night of drinking a little too much of Montrachet Grand Cru, you'd ended up in your bed with your hands working furiously in between your thighs.
Your whines and whimpers were muffled by the pillow you had buried your face into as you rubbed tight circles around your throbbing clit. The pleasure was a welcome sensation, making your toes curl. You were so lost in your wanton need for pleasure that you had failed to register the sound of footsteps, his footsteps, nearing your room.
The door quietly opened and your husband was met with the sight of you with your legs spread, fingering your cunt like there was no tomorrow while your face was buried in the sea of pillows on your bed.
Bruce froze at the sight, shocked to see you trying to get off in such a desperate state. His cock twitched at the sight of you.
Hesitation was the only thing holding him back from joining you on the bed and fucking you into oblivion. He didn't even know if that was what you wanted.
So he took a chance, he cleared his throat to make you aware of his presence. You snapped out of your haze of self- inflicted pleasure as soon as you heard him. It was as if God had finally answered your desperate, frustrated prayers.
He could see the eagerness in your eyes, the barely hidden joy in them at his presence. Your heart skipped a beat as he slowly climbed into the bed.
His hand slowly took ahold of your chin as his eyes looked into yours, silently asking for your permission. You gave a slight imperceptible nod.
A flicker of relief crossed his face before he leaned in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to your lips. His touch was gentle at first, almost hesitant, as if savoring the moment before fully giving in. You could feel his lips moving gently against yours as if he was afraid of hurting you.
His tongue could taste the wine you'd drunk, along with the lingering taste of you. His hand moved from your chin to your breasts, gently gliding across them.
He continued to kiss you as his cold fingers found your nipples, twisting and pinching them. When he broke the kiss, both of you were left panting, a string of saliva still connecting your lips.
He started kissing from your neck to your collarbones, licking sucking and savoring the taste of your skin. His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses to your breasts, then your stomach, before finally reaching your mound.
You felt his hot breath ghosting against your cunt as he threw your legs over his shoulders, spreading them slightly farther apart in the process.
He spread your folds apart and licked a tentative stripe from your clit down to your leaking hole, gathering the wetness on his tongue. Your light whimper egged him on.
He started lapping at your cunt, savoring the taste of you, engraving it into his memory. His tongue circled your throbbing clit before latching onto it, suckling as your moans grew louder and more desperate.
The pleasure made your mind go hazy, which in turn made you feel hotter and hotter. Your hips bucked against his face as your peak approached.
You let out a strangled moan of his name as your peak hit you like the waves of a tsunami, your juices dripping down his chin as he rode you through your high.
He pulled his face from between your legs as he sat up; he could still see the burning need in your eyes. His hands made quick work of his trousers and boxers, freeing his hard cock.
Your pupils dilated at the sight of his cock, something which you had wanted for so long. He gripped your hips as he positioned his cock at your dripping entrance.
Slowly, he pushed in, making sure to minimize any pain you might've felt. He started with shallow thrusts, giving you an inch with each movement until he was fully seated within your warm, tight and wet confines.
Both of your pants filled the room as he stilled, trying to catching his breath. He started to fuck you at a hard yet pleasurable pace, his cock bumping against that spongy spot that made your wanton moans grow louder in volume as each second passed.
The electric heat of pleasure made you feel like your spine was melting as his thrusts became more erratic. His fingers found your clit, rubbing it as if his life depended on it.
Your second peak crashed over you, making you scream his name in pleasure as his thrusts grew more erratic -until his hips finally stilled as he came inside you.
Both of you were spent and satisfied. Bruce collapsed beside you, not bothering to pull out his softened cock from inside you.
It was safe to say that your husband had made up for his neglect that night. The evidence of it was clear the next morning in the form of hickeys littering your throat and the limp in your gait.
MDNI
Warnings: arranged marriage au, not proofread, sexual frustration, masturbation (f), fingering, Bruce being neglectful, piv sex, slight intoxication, creampie, pussy eating and wholesome fucking.
Reblogs and comments are appreciated!!
Having Bruce as your husband was almost like a dream come true. Even if the marriage was technically a business deal, you had everything you could dream of.
The shopping sprees with his black card, the ridiculously expensive tasting menus, the most extravagant vacations. You loved it all.
But the only thing which bothered you was the lack of attention from him, to be particular, his lack of sexual interest in you.
Sure, you two had nearly fucked on your honeymoon in Italy. It was a frustrating yet toe curling memory.
The way his mouth had latched onto your nipple after what felt like an eternity of kissing, hov his fingers had disappeared underneath your lace panties to tease your clit. You were practically dripping for him, your brain felt like it was melting as soon as his lips had latched onto your clit, sucking and licking with fervor which was unlike him.
You could feel how hard he was through his shorts. You had been giddy with joy, knowing that he was about to fuck you silly. That was until he received an unavoidable voice call.
You still fumed at the memory of him just leaving you high and wet dry for some stupid business call.
Soon, the frustration took a toll on you. Your self control had been admirable; even you were amazed at how long you'd held off on touching yourself. After one night of drinking a little too much of Montrachet Grand Cru, you'd ended up in your bed with your hands working furiously in between your thighs.
Your whines and whimpers were muffled by the pillow you had buried your face into as you rubbed tight circles around your throbbing clit. The pleasure was a welcome sensation, making your toes curl. You were so lost in your wanton need for pleasure that you had failed to register the sound of footsteps, his footsteps, nearing your room.
The door quietly opened and your husband was met with the sight of you with your legs spread, fingering your cunt like there was no tomorrow while your face was buried in the sea of pillows on your bed.
Bruce froze at the sight, shocked to see you trying to get off in such a desperate state. His cock twitched at the sight of you.
Hesitation was the only thing holding him back from joining you on the bed and fucking you into oblivion. He didn't even know if that was what you wanted.
So he took a chance, he cleared his throat to make you aware of his presence. You snapped out of your haze of self- inflicted pleasure as soon as you heard him. It was as if God had finally answered your desperate, frustrated prayers.
He could see the eagerness in your eyes, the barely hidden joy in them at his presence. Your heart skipped a beat as he slowly climbed into the bed.
His hand slowly took ahold of your chin as his eyes looked into yours, silently asking for your permission. You gave a slight imperceptible nod.
A flicker of relief crossed his face before he leaned in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to your lips. His touch was gentle at first, almost hesitant, as if savoring the moment before fully giving in. You could feel his lips moving gently against yours as if he was afraid of hurting you.
His tongue could taste the wine you'd drunk, along with the lingering taste of you. His hand moved from your chin to your breasts, gently gliding across them.
He continued to kiss you as his cold fingers found your nipples, twisting and pinching them. When he broke the kiss, both of you were left panting, a string of saliva still connecting your lips.
He started kissing from your neck to your collarbones, licking sucking and savoring the taste of your skin. His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses to your breasts, then your stomach, before finally reaching your mound.
You felt his hot breath ghosting against your cunt as he threw your legs over his shoulders, spreading them slightly farther apart in the process.
He spread your folds apart and licked a tentative stripe from your clit down to your leaking hole, gathering the wetness on his tongue. Your light whimper egged him on.
He started lapping at your cunt, savoring the taste of you, engraving it into his memory. His tongue circled your throbbing clit before latching onto it, suckling as your moans grew louder and more desperate.
The pleasure made your mind go hazy, which in turn made you feel hotter and hotter. Your hips bucked against his face as your peak approached.
You let out a strangled moan of his name as your peak hit you like the waves of a tsunami, your juices dripping down his chin as he rode you through your high.
He pulled his face from between your legs as he sat up; he could still see the burning need in your eyes. His hands made quick work of his trousers and boxers, freeing his hard cock.
Your pupils dilated at the sight of his cock, something which you had wanted for so long. He gripped your hips as he positioned his cock at your dripping entrance.
Slowly, he pushed in, making sure to minimize any pain you might've felt. He started with shallow thrusts, giving you an inch with each movement until he was fully seated within your warm, tight and wet confines.
Both of your pants filled the room as he stilled, trying to catching his breath. He started to fuck you at a hard yet pleasurable pace, his cock bumping against that spongy spot that made your wanton moans grow louder in volume as each second passed.
The electric heat of pleasure made you feel like your spine was melting as his thrusts became more erratic. His fingers found your clit, rubbing it as if his life depended on it.
Your second peak crashed over you, making you scream his name in pleasure as his thrusts grew more erratic -until his hips finally stilled as he came inside you.
Both of you were spent and satisfied. Bruce collapsed beside you, not bothering to pull out his softened cock from inside you.
It was safe to say that your husband had made up for his neglect that night. The evidence of it was clear the next morning in the form of hickeys littering your throat and the limp in your gait.
MDNI
Warnings: arranged marriage au, not proofread, sexual frustration, masturbation (f), fingering, Bruce being neglectful, piv sex, slight intoxication, creampie, pussy eating and wholesome fucking.
Reblogs and comments are appreciated!!
Having Bruce as your husband was almost like a dream come true. Even if the marriage was technically a business deal, you had everything you could dream of.
The shopping sprees with his black card, the ridiculously expensive tasting menus, the most extravagant vacations. You loved it all.
But the only thing which bothered you was the lack of attention from him, to be particular, his lack of sexual interest in you.
Sure, you two had nearly fucked on your honeymoon in Italy. It was a frustrating yet toe curling memory.
The way his mouth had latched onto your nipple after what felt like an eternity of kissing, hov his fingers had disappeared underneath your lace panties to tease your clit. You were practically dripping for him, your brain felt like it was melting as soon as his lips had latched onto your clit, sucking and licking with fervor which was unlike him.
You could feel how hard he was through his shorts. You had been giddy with joy, knowing that he was about to fuck you silly. That was until he received an unavoidable voice call.
You still fumed at the memory of him just leaving you high and wet dry for some stupid business call.
Soon, the frustration took a toll on you. Your self control had been admirable; even you were amazed at how long you'd held off on touching yourself. After one night of drinking a little too much of Montrachet Grand Cru, you'd ended up in your bed with your hands working furiously in between your thighs.
Your whines and whimpers were muffled by the pillow you had buried your face into as you rubbed tight circles around your throbbing clit. The pleasure was a welcome sensation, making your toes curl. You were so lost in your wanton need for pleasure that you had failed to register the sound of footsteps, his footsteps, nearing your room.
The door quietly opened and your husband was met with the sight of you with your legs spread, fingering your cunt like there was no tomorrow while your face was buried in the sea of pillows on your bed.
Bruce froze at the sight, shocked to see you trying to get off in such a desperate state. His cock twitched at the sight of you.
Hesitation was the only thing holding him back from joining you on the bed and fucking you into oblivion. He didn't even know if that was what you wanted.
So he took a chance, he cleared his throat to make you aware of his presence. You snapped out of your haze of self- inflicted pleasure as soon as you heard him. It was as if God had finally answered your desperate, frustrated prayers.
He could see the eagerness in your eyes, the barely hidden joy in them at his presence. Your heart skipped a beat as he slowly climbed into the bed.
His hand slowly took ahold of your chin as his eyes looked into yours, silently asking for your permission. You gave a slight imperceptible nod.
A flicker of relief crossed his face before he leaned in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to your lips. His touch was gentle at first, almost hesitant, as if savoring the moment before fully giving in. You could feel his lips moving gently against yours as if he was afraid of hurting you.
His tongue could taste the wine you'd drunk, along with the lingering taste of you. His hand moved from your chin to your breasts, gently gliding across them.
He continued to kiss you as his cold fingers found your nipples, twisting and pinching them. When he broke the kiss, both of you were left panting, a string of saliva still connecting your lips.
He started kissing from your neck to your collarbones, licking sucking and savoring the taste of your skin. His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses to your breasts, then your stomach, before finally reaching your mound.
You felt his hot breath ghosting against your cunt as he threw your legs over his shoulders, spreading them slightly farther apart in the process.
He spread your folds apart and licked a tentative stripe from your clit down to your leaking hole, gathering the wetness on his tongue. Your light whimper egged him on.
He started lapping at your cunt, savoring the taste of you, engraving it into his memory. His tongue circled your throbbing clit before latching onto it, suckling as your moans grew louder and more desperate.
The pleasure made your mind go hazy, which in turn made you feel hotter and hotter. Your hips bucked against his face as your peak approached.
You let out a strangled moan of his name as your peak hit you like the waves of a tsunami, your juices dripping down his chin as he rode you through your high.
He pulled his face from between your legs as he sat up; he could still see the burning need in your eyes. His hands made quick work of his trousers and boxers, freeing his hard cock.
Your pupils dilated at the sight of his cock, something which you had wanted for so long. He gripped your hips as he positioned his cock at your dripping entrance.
Slowly, he pushed in, making sure to minimize any pain you might've felt. He started with shallow thrusts, giving you an inch with each movement until he was fully seated within your warm, tight and wet confines.
Both of your pants filled the room as he stilled, trying to catching his breath. He started to fuck you at a hard yet pleasurable pace, his cock bumping against that spongy spot that made your wanton moans grow louder in volume as each second passed.
The electric heat of pleasure made you feel like your spine was melting as his thrusts became more erratic. His fingers found your clit, rubbing it as if his life depended on it.
Your second peak crashed over you, making you scream his name in pleasure as his thrusts grew more erratic -until his hips finally stilled as he came inside you.
Both of you were spent and satisfied. Bruce collapsed beside you, not bothering to pull out his softened cock from inside you.
It was safe to say that your husband had made up for his neglect that night. The evidence of it was clear the next morning in the form of hickeys littering your throat and the limp in your gait.
MANIC.
Bruce Wayne × criminal!Reader.
WARNINGS: OOC!Batman, dubcon, chains, cunnilingus, anal penetration, pussy slapping, toxic fucking, masturbation (f).
A/N: this isn't proofread so there might be grammatical errors. Writer's block hit hard with this one.
Bored. That's all you felt in your cell in Arkham. Everything was so plain. Nothing excited you in here, not even riling up Scarecrow. The only thing that excited you was him.
You loved his visits, he'd bring you real food and you'd only give him the right amount of information required but not too much. You wanted him to come back, he was your only source of entertainment. The only colour in the beige and plain life you had inside Arkham.
You wanted to fuck him too. You couldn't deny how wet you'd gotten before when he used to chase you. Sometimes you'd run into the most predictable places instead of disappearing just so he'd continue the chase.
Sometimes in your cell, you fingerfucked your cunt to the thought of him fucking you in a dirty alleyway, using you like a fleshlight which he'd inevitably throw away.
He visited again on Halloween and you were overjoyed. You looked at him expectantly for your usual Big Mac meal.
"Well? Where is it?"
You couldn't help but demand.
He gave you the usual staredown and then he spoke.
"I have a proposition for you. I want you to ride along with me today, you're the only one who knows where Joker's bunker is."
"What do I get in return?"
You asked.
"You'll see."
He said and so you agreed to his proposition.
The Batmobile was surprisingly comfortable to sit in, regardless of how much it looked like a tank from the outside. You had handcuffs and a bellychain which made you uncomfortable but you decided not to throw a fit, considering what you were going to do.
The raid was a bust and he knew you'd led him to the wrong bunker.
He dragged you back to the Batmobile.
"THIS could've been your ticket to freedom. You're going to pay now."
He sounded so angry and that made you so wet. He was finally going to 'punish' you.
There was a ripping sound as he ripped off your orange Arkham issued pants, your panties followed suit.
He had you bent over his knee.
THWACK
His large gloved hand came down onto your left asscheek, hard. Again on your right. This continued until he got bored.
Your poor ass was red and raw from the spanking and your cunt had drooled all over this knees.
"Insane whore."
He mumbled as he shoved you onto your back.
Soon, his lips were on your cunt and his tongue was fucking in and out of your drenched hole. He made sure to grind the nose of his cowl into your swollen clit, he wasn't going to let you completely enjoy this. Your moans were strangled and you felt like you were going to melt from all the painful pleasure.
You whined as you felt your peak approaching and he completely stilled his tongue. He continued this for a bit until your clit was painfully hard and swollen. He was relishing your pained moans and whines.
He lubed up his fingers with your slick and started working open your tight pucker.
You could tell he was getting impatient, his breathing was erratic and his cock was rock hard.
He quickly opened his zipper and took out his cock. Your mouth went dry as you glanced down at it, the tip looked red and it was leaking copious amounts of pre. He had a few prominent veins at the base of his cock and one running upto his tip. His cock was so heavy, it bent slightly to the left. His balls looked equally heavy, so full of cum.
He lifted up your thighs and positioned his thick tip against your clenched pucker.
"Relax"
He grumbled as he pushed in, knocking the wind out of your lungs. You tried to squirm but he held you down tightly.
Each inch felt agonizing as he slipped into your tight ass, you couldn't help but whimper pathetically. As soon as he was in, he started thrusting into you as hard as he could.
One hand wrapped around your throat to quieten your sobs as he fucked you into painful yet blissful oblivion. His grunts got louder as he neared his climax, his hips snapping into you more erratically.
Soon, he shot his huge load into your ass. You could feel it's feverish heat pumping into your guts. As he pulled out, a few thick globs of his spend leaked out of your gaping asshole. He gave your swollen pussy a hard slap as he tucked himself back into his trousers.
Thankfully, he got you new trousers before dropping you back at Arkham.
You were his little cumdump now and you both knew he was going to use you till you broke.
SCANDAL.
Bruce Wayne × nepo baby!Reader.
Warnings: huge age gap (Bruce is in his late 50s and Reader is 20-22), cunnilingus, semi-public sex (fucking in the hallway), underwear stealing, Bruce and Reader being grossly horny, slight anal, edging, fem!reader.
A/N: Did not proofread, there can be some (or many) grammatical errors.
Wayne Enterprises was in deep shit, the company was financially in ruins to put it simply. So, Bruce had no choice but to get Wayne Enterprises into a contract with the second largest weapons manufacturer, Aethercorp.
Bruce thought it'd be easy because it seemed to be headed by Ronald Aether's airheaded daughter. But to his frustration it wasn't easy at all.
You weren't as airheaded as you portrayed yourself to be. Your company needed the publicity and you decided to take advantage of the contract with Wayne Enterprises and for your own personal gain.
That's how he ended up on a yacht in his good ol' speedos with you in the skimpiest blue bikini he'd ever seen.
It was supposed to be a celebration for the new contract but he knew it was just a ploy for him to finally fuck you after all the subtle teasing.
You had come up to him, holding a bottle of sunscreen."Would you mind getting my back, Mr. Wayne?"
You asked, in that ever-so-polite tone.
His mouth went dry as he wordlessly nodded, grabbing the bottle from your hands.
He was already getting hard, a little too fast for his age. That's how horny you made him.
After he applied the sunscreen, you thanked him and went away. He just wanted to grab you and fuck you just like you wanted but he had a reputation to uphold, he just couldn't afford to be seen in a relationship with a 20 year old.
But all thought went out the window, after dinner, where you had the nerve to palm him over his pants under the table. He'd made up some bullshit excuse and dragged you into the secluded part of the hallway of the yacht.
He didn't care if he anybody could walk in on you two, he was going to fuck you stupid right there and he wouldn't mind it if people knew how slutty you actually were.
"You're just so desperate to fuck me, aren't you?"
He said, his voice gruff with suppressed arousal as he yanked your denim shorts down.
"You've been teasing me since the board meeting, you're a relentless little whore."
He shoved your g-string aside, parting your folds to rub your clit. He does so a bit roughly, making you cry out at first.
Then he dropped to his knees, his tongue eagerly licking a stripe from your leaking hole to your clit. He spends a while down there, eating you out, making you cry out with overwhelming pleasure.
Each time you were about to cum, his tongue would stop, he'd just have it pressed right against your throbbing clit much to your displeasure.
Finally, he had enough. He stood up, roughly bending you over as he freed his throbbing cock from his pants. He entered you in a frenzy as if he was a horny teenager fucking for the first time all over again. You let out a light hiss at the burning stretch of his cock. He was huge, maybe a little too huge.
He started moving after a second, fucking you within an inch of your life. His free hand wandered had down, lightly thumbing at your tight asshole, making you yelp yet again.
After he was done creampieing you, he pocketed your g-string, pulled your shorts back up and dropped you off at your suite.
He'd needed that and he knew you were eager to give it to him as many times as he wanted.
Stepdad!Bruce.
Warnings: stepcest, age gap (reader is 19, Bruce is in his early 40s), nasty fantasies, stealing of underwear, masturbation (f and m), reader being lowkey obsessed w Bruce, daddy issues, voyeurism.
A/N: This is my first smut piece, I hope y'all enjoy!
Bruce had married your mother a year ago. At first, you did not want to interact with him at all. Just avoided him everytime, shut him down anytime he tried to talk to you, barely tolerated him at the dinner table.
But slowly, he kind of managed to break that wall you had put up. You weren't used to a father figure being so nice to you. So kind, thoughtful, helpful. You started to like him.
Soon, you didn't know how or when but that liking turned into something depraved. You wanted to fuck him. Maybe it was your daddy issues making you think like that but you weren't in the mood to psychoanalyse yourself.
Sometimes when you were horny, you fingered yourself, imagining his thick fingers plunging in and out of your drooling hole. You imagined how he'd coo at you, calling you his little slut, how shameless it was for you to want him. He'd have his other arm around your torso, pinning you to his lap, he'd make you orgasm until you'd cry.
Then, your obsession furthered a bit, you started stealing his boxers. You stole the kind of old ones, so he wouldn't notice. You'd wear them and rub your pussy through them. Make yourself squirt into them and then you'd conspicuously drop them off in the laundry hamper to not get caught.
What you didn't know was that sometimes someone would be watching you through that tiny crack in your doorway, jacking off as quietly as possible while you mewl his name in your bed.
DATING HEAD CANNONS - DICK GRAYSON
(there is no nsfw!! also no pronouns are mentioned!!)
(please don’t reblog!)
the start of your relationship
honestly when your first started dating you were really confused why he would constantly have bruises and gashes on him, or why hr just disappears. i feel like it you guys would get in a fight about him keeping BIG secrets, and like he would accidentally tell his secret and your just standing there wide eyed!!! he would probably be so scared that you’ll get scared and leave him. you end up giving him a huge bear hug mumbling “you better not die”! AND THIS MAN WAS OVER THE MOOOOOOOOON!!!!
he would be such a romantic! he will flirt all the time with you but it would be VERY common when you guys first started dating! he will ALWAYS hold your hand and would never let go because he’d be scared if you just vanished! he would immediately introduce you to the batfam! i feel like Damian would rly love you! like at first he was kind of distant but he warmed up to you later and wouldn’t let you be!!! dick probably has to beg Damian to let you be so he can spend alone time with you!
actual relationship hcs :)
STOP HE WOULD BE THE BIGGEST SWEETHEART EVER!!!!!!! you would get small and big gifts! i feel eventually you’d feel a bit bad that he is spending so much money on you but he genuinely insists that its fine!!!
dates would be the most fun thing ever!!! you guys either stay at home and just chill, cuddling just in each others warmth! or you guys would dress up and go to a fancy place!!
he is in love with your lips!! he loves how they feel against his, how warm and soft they are! he loves the colour of your lips (i have a darker top lip and hated it for so long! but you all are pretty so please dont ever hate your lips or anything about you!)
he always has to be touching you! not in a sexual way though! like he loves to pull you close by wrapping his arm around your waist!!
HE GIVES THE BEST HUGS
after a tough night your sweet face makes it all worth it!!!
overall ♾/10 boyfriend
have a great day/night and drink water!!!