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Modern Fantasy: Nerdy Loser Elf BF x femchubby reader! (18+) Part 1

“I don’t know why I need to be here,” you thought. You were sitting in one of the university’s many large lecture halls. As a bard, you weren’t used to classes like this: your music classes usually didn’t contain more than twenty people; this room had to hold at least one-hundred.

You were here to sing. Why you needed to be in fucking algebra was beyond you. Rehearsal didn’t finish until ten o’clock last night, and somehow you had made it to your eight AM class on time. Hardly awake, but on time.

You felt like you were going to fall asleep at any moment. Sitting at the end of the row, you leaned your head against the wall beside you. Would anyone notice if you fell asleep?

You looked to your left, the boy next to you dutifully taking notes. You hadn’t seen many elves in your hometown; you grew up in a little village your friends referred to as ‘bum-fuck nowhere’. He didn’t look like the elves you had seen in movies and on TV. He looked like any other nerdy guy you’d see back home; glasses, unkempt hair, and a bit socially awkward. He just happened to also have pointy ears. He probably wouldn’t care, right? He seemed so absorbed in taking notes that maybe he wouldn’t notice.

You would just close your eyes for a few minutes…

A light tap on your shoulder jolted you awake. You weren’t sure where it came from, but by the time you looked up everyone was walking out the room. The boy next to you was gone, and next to you was a sheet of paper with notes of the lecture.

You noticed a note written in the margin, along with a cute little doodle of a sleeping cat.

“I hope you can get some rest.”

You couldn’t help but smile, folding the paper up and putting it in your pocket.

-

Again, another late night rehearsal. If the tenors just paid attention to the conductor, you could’ve been home an hour ago.

You weren’t ever nervous walking back to your dorm after choir practice. This year, you didn’t have anyone to walk home with. One of your friends had graduated, and the other wasn’t able to fit it in her schedule. Still, it wasn’t a long walk, you’d be fine.

“So, you sing, huh?” Called out a voice. You looked behind you to find a man standing there, walking behind you as you held your choir binder close to your chest.

“Yep,” was all you muttered in response. When did he get behind you? It was hard to see, the pathway only illuminated by street lamps.

“That’s cool.” You could hear his footsteps getting closer. “How long you been doing it?”

“Awhile.” You kept walking forward.

“You don’t talk much, do you? You don’t wanna make a new friend?”

You quickened your pace, “I’m okay, thanks.” You had a bad gut feeling about this.

“Come on, walking by yourself, don’t you think-“

“Hey!” You heard another voice call out your name. You turned around, and it was that boy that sat next to you in algebra, the elf. “It’s been forever, I had no idea you went here!”

You were completely, utterly confused. Maybe he had you confused with another person?

“You know this guy?” Said the man following you. You looked back at the elf as he awkwardly maintaining a smile. That’s when it clicked.

“Oh my god, yeah!” You said, giving him a friendly tap on the shoulder. “It’s been forever, how’s your mom?”

“Oh, she’s okay. Same old same old, you know. Is your dad still deployed?”

At this point, both of you were just improving at each other. “Yeah, he should be back in the Summer though.”

“Cool, cool…” he said as he nodded his head, starting to look a little nervous as he tried to think of something to say to keep the conversation going. “Oh! You remember Shaun?”

“How could I not?” You laugh. You had no idea what the fuck he was talking about.

“He’s actually my roommate, you should swing by and come say hi.”

“No shit, that’s crazy!”

You looked behind you, and the guy had started walking away. You took a deep breath, letting your guard down. “Thank you. That was...kind of impressive, actually.”

“Thanks, I…I just stole if off of that off a video I saw,” he awkwardly laughed. “But it worked so, there’s that," he trailed off as he scratched the back of his neck.

There was a brief moment of awkward silence before he continued, "I guess that's why you're always tired, huh?"

Your brow furrowed, "what?"

"I-I," he started to stutter, "well, you fell asleep in class today, and you always look exhausted." He immediately backtracked, "not in like, a bad way-well, it's not great, but you don't look bad."

You let him just keep rambling on. It was cute, and even though you had a smile on your face, he just kept going.

"What do I look like then?" You giggled.

"You're really pretty," he blurted out. "Sorry, now's probably a really shitty time to say that. Anyway, I uh, did you get the notes I left behind?"

You had just put two and two together. You initially thought he was just some dorky loser coming to defend you, but he was the kid you sat next to in algebra, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for the past two months; and you didn't recognize him. You felt awful.

"I did! Thank you, I really appreciate it...I'm just up really late a lot with rehearsal and what not, so I don't get as much sleep as I probably should."

"Honestly, I don't either," he shrugged. "You have a good reason though at least."

"You're always early though, it can't be that bad."

"No, I just uh...I just drink a shit-ton of Red Bull," he shrugged. "Anyway, um, do you...do you have anyone to walk you home?"

"I used to, but one of my friends that was in the Bards College graduated, and the other had to drop choir cause of her schedule, so not currently."

"Well...if you want, and totally feel free to say no, I'm not gonna be weird about it or anything, but...I'm usually in the library until like, midnight, so if you need someone, I'm around."

The library was only a few steps away from the Bards College, and he was absolutely adorable. Maybe it was naive, but you agreed. "I'd like that, actually."

And so, he started walking you home every Monday night after choir rehearsal. Initially, part of you was worried this was all an act so he could get in your pants. Yet he never said anything strange. He'd occasionally compliment you, but mostly he'd just ask you about being a bard, talk about games, or whatever else was on his mind.

"So are you like, a magic bard, or a bard bard?"

"I wanted to just sing, but my mom made me do magic so I'd have an easier time finding a job."

"Makes sense."

Elves were said to be naturally gifted with magic. You expected him to be some type of sorcerer or mage, like many of the elves you had read about.

"What do you study?" you asked.

"Oh, compsci."

"Oh."

Eventually, it stopped just being walks home. Sometimes, you'd go out for food afterwards and just talk. He seemed fascinated with your day to day life; your performances, your juries, your training. It was refreshing, being around someone who wasn’t a musician.

"So you have a class that's just people performing in front of everyone?" He'd ask as you sat in a fast food restaurant after rehearsal.

"Yeah, and then other students give us critiques."

"I think I'd throw myself off the rooftop if I had to do that."

You found yourself starting to develop feelings for him. On one hand, you were a sexy, cute chubby girl any guy would be lucky to have. On the other hand, part of you was worried he just wasn't interested in romance.

He wasn't like some of the other nerdy guys you had met, the ones with ahegao hoodies and porn as their screensaver. He just seemed to be really excited about his hobbies; you didn't always understand what he was talking about when he mentioned a new Magic the Gathering booster box, or a new skin line coming to League, but he always took joy in explaining things to you.

Before leaving for choir, you told yourself you'd tell him today. You put on a cute outfit, did your makeup, and sprayed yourself with the body spray he had complimented you on a few weeks ago. There might have also been a cute set of underwear involved. Just in case.

Rehearsal seemed to drag on extra long tonight.

Once it was over, you walked out, and there he was at the entrance waiting for you.

"How'd it go?" He asked as you walked out into the autumn air.

"It was okay, but uh..." you felt your heart race. You knew he lived alone, and you weren't sure if you wanted to deal with your roommates through the endeavor. "Could we hang out at your place tonight?"

His eyes widened, "oh. Yeah uh, sure. We can do that," he stammered. The walk to his car was quieter than usual; he seemed just as nervous as you were, and you hadn’t even said anything yet.

He lived off campus, but the drive was only a few minutes. You had never been to his apartment before, and you weren’t sure what to expect.

When you walked inside, it was…fine. Posters of various games were hung up, along with a few figures and other trinkets sitting on shelves. Everything was fairly clean and well taken care of.

“So uh…” he trailed off, shutting the door behind him. “What do you wanna do?”

“I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Now he really started to look panicked.

“Of course, yeah, sure. Uh, feel free to sit wherever,” he said as he started to pace around the room.

You sat down on the couch. “I’m really glad you’re my friend,” you smiled. “Thank you, for walking me home, for hanging out with me.”

He finally stopped, looking back at you with his hands in his pockets. “Of course, yeah, I’m glad we met. Not glad that that guy followed you, that was weird, but…” he exhaled, “I like spending time with you,” he smiled.

“I do too, I…I really, like spending time with you. I guess what I wanted to ask you is…if you wanted to spend more time together. Like, as a couple. I really like you.”

“I…” he was speechless. “Well, I uh, I didn’t expect that, but…that would be…” he sat down on the couch, a decent amount of distance still between the both of you. “That would be neat. I mean, I’m open to it. Well,”

As he rambled, you slowly moved closer and closer to him.

“I’m more than open to it, I’d-I’d really like that, actually. I always thought you were really pretty, and-”

You slowly pulled yourself onto his lap, “can I sit here?”

“Holy shit,” he mumbled under his breath, “yeah, yeah of course.” He still kept his hands to his sides, wanting to touch you but hesitant. “I just, I didn’t wanna seem weird, especially how I started talking to you, but even before that in class I always thought that-”

You shut him up by pulling him into a kiss, wrapping your arms around him. He seemed nervous at first; not quite sure what to do with his tongue, where to put his hands, whether or not to close his eyes, but he just followed your lead.

You broke the kiss, looking down at him as you kept your arms wrapped around him. “I hope that was okay.”

He nodded his head, “it was great,” he smiled awkwardly. “Definitely more than okay.”

You could feel the growing bulge beneath his pants. You started to slowly grind your hips against it. “You can touch me, if you want,” you say softly.

“Like…anywhere?”

You nod, before grabbing his hand and placing it against your ass. “Anywhere.”

You could almost feel his hand shaking, but it’s not long before both of his hands are groping your ass as you lean in and kiss him again. This time, he didn't hesitate to feel his tongue against yours, grinding even faster as he ran his hands up and down your back.

“We could maybe…move this to the bedroom?” You say with a quiet laugh.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

He leads you to the bedroom, and you sit down next to him, the tent in his pants now glaringly obvious.

“Oh, shit, sorry, I…” he said before awkwardly looking down at his bulge. “I uh, I’m not used to this.”

“That’s okay,” your hand touches his leg, trailing closer. “Can I touch it?”

“I’d like that, I think,” he blushed, struggling to maintain eye contact with you.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, I won’t be offended.”

“No, no, I-I want to. I really want to. I just uh…” he paused. “I haven’t ever done this before. Like, anything like this before.”

It surely was a rude thought, but…he was an elf, don’t they live for hundreds of years? He looked about your age, mid twenties at absolute most. You now realized you had no clue how old he was; it just never came up.

“That’s alright. Like I said, we don’t have to do anything unless you want to.”

“I mean, there’s a lot I want to do, I just might not be…good, I guess.”

“Well, let’s start there,” you said before running you hand along his pants. “Why don’t you tell me what you want to do? Or maybe…anything you’ve thought of doing.”

His hand gripped the bed sheet at your touch. “In general or…with you?”

You smiled, “originally I meant in general, but…you’ve thought of me?”

You started to make your way between his legs, getting on your knees. “Yeah,” he bit his lip as he watched you, your hand stroking him through his clothes. “A few times.”

“When?” You started to loosen his belt.

“When I first saw you, in class.”

“Really? What did you think of?” You pulled down the zipper, and took out his long, hard cock. It was much bigger than you expected; he had been so shy and awkward, you didn’t expect him to be this well-endowed. You wrapped your hand around it, moving it up and down slowly.

The touch of your hand had him gasp, his face turning red. “I…I thought about your face. You have really pretty eyes, and I-“ he let out a small moan before cutting himself off.

“Keep going,” you said as you kept a steady pace.

“I know this sounds bad but…I thought about how you’d look like this,” he said with an awkward laugh.

So he was into you the whole time. Still, you weren’t disappointed. If anything, it made you trust him more; he had these desires, yet never acted on them.

“Is that all?”

“No, I…I thought about what you’d look like bent over.”

“Bent over where?”

“The tables in class, I-” his breath hitched as you went faster. “I wanted to bend you over the table,” his voice was getting quieter, breathy almost. With each statement, you went faster.

“And do what?”

“I wanted to fuck you. Gods,” he moaned, “I wanted to fuck you over the table.” He struggled to keep eye contact with you as he spoke, turning his head away.

“Why aren’t you looking at me? I thought you said I had pretty eyes,” you feigned disappointment.

He looked back at you, “you do, you do, I just-”

“It makes me wet hearing you talk about how you want to fuck me,” you said before running your tongue along the length of his cock, coaxing another moan from him. “Tell me more, please?” You batted your eyelashes before taking the tip in your mouth, tasting the leaking precum.

“Okay, okay,” he panted. “I…I wanted to fuck you over that table so bad, I wanted to feel how your ass felt against me."

The more he said, the more of him you took in your mouth.

"I wanted to grab your tits, feel how they bounced as I fucked you."

Halfway down. His hands crept behind your head.

"I wanted to...to cum inside you, to see what your pussy would look like with my cum dripping out of it."

You had managed to fit his entire length in your mouth, feeling it throb and twitch as he spoke.

"I wanted to see you ride me, to feel your thighs on top of me, fuck!" He moaned, instinctively gripping at your hair as you started to bob your head up and down. "God, you're so good at this," he moaned.

You kept going, the sound of his voice making you want to go faster as you started to choke on his length. He couldn't help but start to push your head down a little further, the sensation of your wet throat addictive. You had opened Pandora's Box, and there was no going back now.

You pulled up, the saliva dripping from the tip of his cock to your mouth as your carefully applied makeup started to run. He started to catch his breath, not even realizing he was petting your hair.

"I'm sorry if I got carried away," he said softly.

"No, I want you to get carried away," you said before standing up, moving to pull down your skirt and panties.

"Wait."

"Is...is everything alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I just...Can I take them off of you?"

You giggle, "of course you can," you said before laying down on the bed. As you did, he pulled his pants and underwear down the rest of the way, leaving only his shirt. He got on his knees, standing in front of your legs.

His hands on your knees, he spread your legs, revealing a lacey pair of panties.

"Did you plan this?"

"Maybe."

You watched as he smirked, feeling your plump thighs before reaching the waistband of your skirt. He slowly pulled it away, leaving you just in your panties. He didn't jump to take those off quite yet; he leaned forward to take your shirt off, revealing the matching bra.

As you laid underneath him, you watched as his eyes studied your nearly naked body, his hard cock hovering over your belly.

"You... you wanted me to touch you, right?"

You nod, "that's right."

He ran his hands along your curves, feeling your belly and hips before his hands reached to your tits.

You leaned up, giving his hands room to unclip your bra, freeing your soft breasts. He groped them gently, as if studying your body. What shocked you was when he pinched one of your nipples. You let out a louder, high-pitched moan.

He looked down at you, this time looking much more smug than before. "You like that, don't you?"

"It's sensitive," you mumble.

He pinches the other one, listening to you yelp. "I can see that. Interesting." He moved back to your waist, pulling off the last piece of clothing on your body. He seemed entranced by your pussy, wet and ready for him just by anticipation. He looked back at you, as if gauging your reaction, before running his fingers along your folds. As he brushes past your clit, you let out another moan, your legs briefly shaking for a moment.

He had the same look on his face as before, starting to get a bit bolder with each moan that escaped your lips. He rubbed his thumb along your clit, moving in little circles as he moved his cock closer to your entrance.

He was only focusing on your clit, his cock briefly teasing your entrance as he moved his hand. He watched you with fascination, your body jolting more and more with his teasing. The way you could feel the head of his cock so close, you were tired of waiting.

"Oh, you really like that," he remarked. "Your moans are even cuter than I thought they'd be."

"Please!" you cried out.

He panicked, pulling his hand away, "are you alright? Did I do something wrong?"

You couldn't help but let out a laugh, grabbing his hand and guiding it back to your pussy, "no, I meant please fuck me!" You giggled between pants.

"Oh, well..." he started teasing your entrance with the head of his cock, "I can do that," he leaned over you before making sure he was lined up. You looked up at him with eager eyes, and as he started to push in slowly his nerves returned.

"I'm sorry if I-"

You didn't let him finish, pulling him down for a kiss that gave him the confidence to push into you. He quickly bottomed out in your pussy; you were so wet he had no issues sliding right in. Both of you moaned throughout the kiss, and he slowly found his rhythm, pushing in and out of you.

When the kiss broke, he started to move a bit faster. "Does it feel good?"

"It feels so good," you allowed yourself to moan as you felt the tip of his cock hit deep inside of you, your hands wrapping around his back.

"Can I go faster?"

"Fuck yes," you cried out.

He quickened his pace. He got back on his knees, grabbing your legs and pulling you even closer onto his cock. From this angle, he could go much faster, much harder. You felt incredible; your pussy gripping against his cock was everything he imagined and more.

He pulled his own shirt off, and to your surprise he was much more toned than you thought he would be. He looked down at you before reaching down and playing with your clit once more as he pushed into you.

You let out another moan, "Gods, that feels so fucking good!"

"You like that?" He smiled, slamming into you, "you like it when I play with your clit while I fuck you?"

He was more talkative throughout the act than you thought he would be, but you weren't complaining. "Yes! Don't stop!"

"I don't know," he said in a condescending tone, "I kind of want to see what happens if I do this again," he said before pushing forward, pressing against you as your legs folding back and he pinched both of your nipples.

You let out another yelp, and that only seemed to encourage him more.

You squeezed tightly against his cock, close to cumming. "Please, that and my clit, please!" He brought one hand back to your clit, rubbing it rapidly as he fucked into you. "I'm gonna cum!" You yelped.

"Cum for me." You had never heard such a demanding tone from him before, he was always so sweet and nervous, but the parallel made things even more exciting. As if on cue, you tightened against him, cumming all over his cock as you cried out.

He pulled out of you, watching you squirm under him as he slowly stroked his cock. He calmed down for a moment, watching as you rode out your orgasm, his hand resting on your knee.

He seemed surprised by how hard you had came. "You okay?"

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. "Yeah, I...fuck," you mumbled. "Are you sure this is your first time doing this?"

"Yeah, I'm going entirely off of vibes," he shrugged with an awkward smile.

You laughed, "well, you're doing a great job. We can keep going. Maybe you could take me from behind, like you mentioned earlier?"

He nodded, "get on your hands and knees. Uh, please." He still wasn't one-hundred percent confident in the commands he gave you, but you seemed receptive, at least.

You did as he said, your pussy facing his cock. He grabbed your plump ass, admiring it before gripping at your hips and pushing back in.

"Fuck!" He cried out, "you're so much tighter like this, holy shit," he moaned before starting to thrust into you again.

"You feel so good," you moaned, his cock getting even deeper. The sensation of his balls slapping against you, the sound of his grunts and moans, the feeling of his hands gripping you tighter and tighter as he fucked you; everything had turned out to be the best case scenario.

He cried out your name, his thrusts erratic and quick as he felt himself getting close. "I'm gonna cum, where do you want it?" He said in a breathy tone.

"You wanted to see it inside me, right?" You turned back to face him.

The look in your eyes as you stared back at him caught him off guard. "I...yeah, but-"

"I'm on the pill, it's fine," you speak quickly. "I want you to cum inside me," you moan.

He nods, pulling you closer to get as deeper, fucking you as hard as you could, using as much speed as possible. He let out one final moan as he emptied himself inside of you. You felt his cum fill you up, so much of it that when he pulled out, it immediately started dripping out of you.

He watched from behind, your body shaking as you came one final time. Your orgasm pushed some of his cum out before you fell down onto the bed. He laid down next to you, pulling you close to him.

"That was fun," he sighed. "We should...we should do that again sometime."

You smiled, leaning up and pulling him in for another kiss. "I think there will be many more times, if you're okay with that."

"I'd like that."

Part 2

ive had an idea like this in my brain for seven billion years and MAN i have so many ideas dude. i know modern au stuff isnt as popular but!! i hope y'all like it!

is this also an excuse for me to relive and rewrite some of my own college memories as a music major? yea. Does this mean I essentially have unlimited smut/angst/fluff ideas? Also yea

Also a lot of my stories lately have had more dominant readers, so I think with this one reader might be a little more submissive! But is like. Teaching him how to dom. If that makes sense.

thank u for reading!!

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Yan!Bully x Reader x Yan!Freak Pt 2

"Boys Night Plus One."

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Bullying, name calling, degradation, violence, non-consensual photos, nonconsensual touching, male pronouns for the yans, mentions of school, general perversion, toxic behaviors, creep behavior, cum, masturbation, male and female genitalia.

Part 1 here

(AN: This one is for you, anon who sent me a bullet-point list of some ideas for Ahmed and Patrick which were better than anything I could have come up with. I love you.)

You groan, struggling to yank off the cotton top you had taken to wearing for PE class. You had been sick for a week or so, and in order to stay up on your grades you had been doing classwork after school. Today, you are making up some time for gym class using the school's exercise facilities. Once you finally get it off, you unlock your locker and put your gym clothes inside, reapplying your deodorant and putting on your school shirt. Just as you shut your locker, you hear the door of the girl's locker room flap shut, and you perk up at the sound. That's odd, after a few days of working out after school, you've never run into anyone else using the facilities.

"Hello?" You call out, peering around the row of lockers. Suddenly, a fist slams into the locker behind you, making you shriek. You whip around, to see Patrick, the schools most notorious bully laughing his ass off at how spooked you got. "Patrick!" You yell, smacking him lightly. "Ooh, feelin' fiery, huh?" He takes a breath, calming himself after laughing so hard. "What's got you so pissed off?" You roll your eyes.

"You scared me, and you're in the girls locker room!" He fakes shock, and looks around. "Really, the girls locker room? Huh, wonder how I wound up here..." He muses, playfully leaning up against the lockers. "If it was the boys locker room, why would I be here?" You ask. He shrugs. "I don't know, maybe you were tryna' sneak a peek at some dudes after football practice." He grins, leaning over you a little more. "Or maybe you wanted one of them to sneak a peek at you." You blush, and push him away. "Go away, Patrick, there's no reason for you to be here right now." You try to quickly gather your things, and make your way to the door.

"Woah, woah, hey, where ya' going? I'm just checking on you. You haven't been to class lately, I was getting worried." He uses your moment of surprise to grip your wrist and gently pull you back over. "I was sick, just needed some time away from class. Why does that matter to you?" You ask, confused. He's always enjoyed tormenting you, and you would think you were special if he didn't also torment everyone else. Of course, Patrick knows where you've been, because he's had Ahmed posted outside your bedroom for the duration of your absence, both to get photos and make sure you aren't hanging out with anybody else. He shrugs again. "I missed seeing you in these." He reaches into your gym bag, gripping one of the pairs of gym shorts and pulling them out. "Y'know, I don't think these follow the dress code..." Admittedly, you needed to get some new shorts. These ones were small, but you just hadn't gotten around to buying new ones. "Gym class is already fuckin' boring, especially when I can't see your sweet little ass bent over, trying to do toe-touches or yoga or whatever the fuck we're supposed to in that sweaty shit-hole."

You only blush and grab the shorts from him, stuffing them back into your bag. "Well, I'm sure you managed fine without me. There's plenty of girls to perv on that aren't me." You whimper. Patrick chuckles, and shakes is head. "Yeah, but I don't want any of them." He pauses, then clicks his tongue. "That reminds me though, I did make a friend while you were gone. I had a lot of free time since you weren't around to play with." You glance up at him. "Another member of your gang?" You ask. The last thing this school needs is even more assholes hanging out with Patrick. "Nope. It's someone I knew before you left, but I've made amends with them. Patched things up, self-improved." He brags. He looks down at you smugly. "You should be proud of me, I'm a changed man."

"What do you mean?" You aren't sure what previous acquaintance he's referring to. Due to Patrick's widespread terror, it could be pretty much anyone. "You know that new kid, Ahmed?" Your mouth opens in shock. You had heard things about the new boy, with dark hair and wide eyes. You had noticed him a few times in English class. He was always quiet, only occasionally speaking when he was being picked on by the other kids, quietly protesting the abuse. You had traded poetry a few times for an assignment. He seemed very creative. You weren't really sure why the other kids picked on him so much, but you suspected it was because Ahmed was Patrick's new favorite. You had heard of the things he'd done to Ahmed, robbing him, beating him, stealing his classwork. You didn't do anything, how could you? Patrick hated when people stood up to him, and you didn't want his attention on you anymore than it was.

"You're... friends with him now." Patrick nods. "That's cruel, Patrick. You can't do all that stuff to somebody, then force them to play friends with you. It's not right!" You exclaim, boldly defying him for a moment. He only exhales lightly, and puts his hands up in surrender. "You got it all wrong, baby. We are friends, me and him. We've made amends. I told you, I'm changing. I'm a reformed juvenile." He looks up to see if you're buying it. He pouts when he notices you still seem skeptical. "Alright, I guess I'm not 'reformed', exactly, but me and him really are friends now." You only nod, hoping he will drop it and go away. This reaction makes him scoff. "You still don't believe me? Fine, I'll tell you what. I'm going over to see Ahmed at his house tonight, to hang out. Why don't you come with me?" He offers.

You shake your head no quickly. "I'm not going anywhere with you, Patrick." You exclaim. "Well, if you do go, and see me and him are friends, you'll know I'm not such a bad guy, and you might like my new friend. If you don't go though..." He chuckles lowly. "Me and this guy may not be friends... and by not going, your risking this kid getting beat up in his own home. Do you want that on your conscience?" You bite your lip, but shake your head. "No, you don't. I could handle that, but you couldn't, pretty thing. So come on, grab your shit and head over there with me, alright?" You make no movements, and Patrick groans, grabbing your gym-bag. "Fine, since I told you I'm changing, and I'm a gentleman, I'll carry your stuff." His free hand grabs your wrist. You both walk out of the school doors towards the bus stop. As you stand waiting for the bus, he leans in, his lips almost brushing your ear. "We're taking the city bus, and it's late enough that it's gonna be crowded." You nod, not sure where he's going with this. "Lots of hard working people want a seat, and we should give it to them. Being good members of the community and all that shit." He sighs. "So whether or not there's a free seat for you, I expect that ass on my lap for the whole ride, you feel me?" You blush, and look at him with wide eyes. He chuckles, leaning back from your ear. "Gotta save some room for everyone else. Besides, I'm plenty comfortable."

Ahmed is sitting on his bed, foot bouncing at a pace so rapidly it practically shakes his whole scrawny form. He stares at the clock, counting the seconds until Patrick shows up. He promised, promised he'd have a way of getting you here. After weeks and weeks of photographing you from a distance, Patrick promised he would finally get to be near you, talk with you. Ahmed wasn't exactly sure how Patrick was going to accomplish this, but he knew given his reputation it would be easier for Patrick to get a hold of you than him. He just hoped whatever Patrick did, it wouldn't be as severe as what he endured before Patrick and him entered a truce. He didn't want you in his house for the first time, scared and unsure why you were brought there. No! He wanted his new house guest to be comfortable. His room was dark, with books, figures, and posters strewn about. He did his best to make it homey though. He opened the curtains, cleaned out any trash, (hid his camera and photo collection). He was sure Patrick was going to laugh at him for all this, seeing as Patrick had seen the state his room was in before. Ahmed shakes his head. He wasn't worried about Patrick right now. No, he was ready to see you, talk with you. Maybe... maybe even get to touch you.

The door creaks, and Ahmed hears footsteps approaching. Heavy boots, followed by the light patter of smaller feet. He bites his lip to the point it almost breaks skin. Patrick had done it. You were waiting just outside his room.

He hops back onto his bed, trying to look as casual as possible as the blonde menace he now called a friend traipsed in, with you behind him. "Ahmed... looks like you cleaned up a little in here. Huh." Patrick looks around, hands in his pockets as he leans against Ahmed's bed frame. "Ahmed, I believe you know my new friend." Patrick motions at you. Ahmed nods quickly. "Uh, yeah. We have an English class together." He says. "It's nice to actually meet you Ahmed, you and Patrick are-" You sigh. "Friends?" Ahmed nods. "Yeah, we actually have a lot in common..." He chuckles, shrugging. "Crazy, huh?" He coughs awkwardly. You nod, still not fully convinced.

"See, baby? I told ya' there's nothing shifty going on here! Me and Ahmed are just best buds." Patrick flops onto Ahmed's bed, bouncing the boy up a little as he wraps an arm around him, his grip rough on Ahmed's shoulder. 'Best buds' wasn't really a term Ahmed would use, especially considering two days ago Patrick was pounding Ahmed into this very bed, making the scrawny outcast cry and beg for his cock to go just a little deeper, just a little faster to give him that relief. Of course, Patrick was a jerk, and didn't let him reach that peak for at least three hours into the session, when Ahmed's parents came home. Patrick enjoyed making the boy finally cum on his cock, while trying to muffle his cries knowing his parents were just downstairs.

"So, w-would you like to watch a movie, or play a game? I've got Mario Kart, and Mortal Kombat-" Ahmed lists off a few more games, hoping something would catch your attention and endear him to you. You smile awkwardly, but shake your head. You hadn't really planned on staying, considering you were so sure that Patrick was just tormenting this poor boy. "I actually should get going, it's a Friday night, I don't want to intrude on your boys time." You move to grab your gym stuff, and Ahmed's face falls. He looks at Patrick, glancing at you and silently begging Patrick to do something. Anything, just to keep you here longer. "Calm down, I'll fuckin' handle it." Patrick whispers, before running a hand through his hair and turning back to you. "C'mon, baby! We don't mind you hanging out. Besides, Ahmed's had kind of a rough time in our school. I'm the only friend he's got." Ahmed blushes, not realizing the strategy was to make him look like a pathetic loser. "Patrick-" Patrick shoves his shoulder and continues. "Don't you wanna help him make at least one more friend?" You hesitate at the door, before sighing. It certainly isn't healthy for someones only friend to be Patrick, so you nod. "Fine, I'll stay..."

Several hours go by, and after two movies, four rounds of Mario Kart, and one two-liter of Sprite later, you are on the verge of passing out. You aren't really sure what happens in the next few minutes, but all you know is you are now laying in Ahmed's bed, with Patrick to your right and Ahmed squished on your other side, between you and the wall. Patrick fell asleep first, oddly enough. For a guy with so much energy, he gets sleepy quick. Now it's just you and Ahmed.

"Sorry about this, I didn't realize it was so late..." Ahmed apologizes. He isn't sorry. He imagined hundreds of ways this evening could go, but none of them ended with you pressed up against him, in his bed. God, you were getting your scent all over his sheets and his t-shirt. "M' never gonna wash these sheets again." He mumbles to himself. "Mm- what?" You ask groggily, making him jolt and blush. "Nothing, sorry." You go back to trying to sleep, and eventually pass out.

Ahmed tries to sleep as well, but just as he closes his eyes, he feels a weight on top of him. He gasps, and opens his eyes to see Patrick on top of him. "Come on, freak. We've got work to do." He sits back on the boys lap, allowing him to sit up. "Wha- I thought you were asleep." Patrick scoffs, and shakes his head. "Nah, just knew she wouldn't want to fall asleep around big bad me if she thought I was awake. But, I am. Now go find your camera." Ahmed looks confused, making Patrick roll his eyes. "Come on, you didn't think we were just gonna have a sleepover, did you? Tell secrets and make friendship bracelets like a fuckin' girl scout troop? We have a chance to get some close-up shots we could never get otherwise right now. Maybe even get a feel of her, now hurry up." The plan now confirmed, Ahmed scrambles as quietly as he can off the bed, practically throwing himself onto the floor as he blindly feels around under his bed for the camera. He knocks some stuff around, making Patrick his. "Shut the fuck up!" He whispers harshly. "M' sorry! It's dark." Ahmed whines. Finally, his fingers close around cold metal the camera, and he climbs back onto the bed beside Patrick.

"I'm ready. Just tell me when to snap a picture, and I'll do it." Patrick nods. "Heh, I've always wanted to see what's under this shirt." Patrick carefully slides the thin cotton up, not removing it from you but placing it just under your chin, exposing your breasts to the two boys. "Why doesn't she have a bra?" Ahmed asks. "She was coming back from the gym, already took off her sports bra, I guess. It's in her back over there, if you wanna smell it or some shit." Ahmed blushes. "S-smell it?" He stammers. "I don't know, you're the freak here. I'm just guessing that's something you're into." He isn't wrong.

"God, she's got a nice little pair, huh?" Patrick motions for Ahmed to snap a few photos. "Get one of my hands on em' too." Patrick's large hands cup your breasts, his thumb barely brushing past the nipple. Once Ahmed get's the photos, Patrick begins to gently rub his thumb and fore-finger over the nipples, watching as the delicate buds harden. "Fuck, I always like them better when there hard n' shit. Seeing them poke through t-shirts. I caught her out in the cold once, took everything in me to not make her pop em' out right there in the alley behind the school." Patrick smiles and the memory. Ahmed squirms, causing his friend to take notice.

"Gimme your camera." Patrick orders. "Wha- no! This, this camera is everything to me!" Patrick just groans at the boys pleading. "I'm not gonna' break it, freak. Just giving you a chance to free up your hands so you can play with her tits too." Ahmed looks between Patrick and your breasts, which are now peaking in arousal at Patrick's teasing. He sighs. "Okay, fine." Patrick takes the camera, and Ahmed places two hands on your breasts, squeezing ever so gently. "Wow, they're really soft, except for her nipples, I guess..." Patrick restrains himself from laughing so loud he'll wake you up. "God, you are such a fuckin' virgin. Do something photo-worthy, for fucks sake." Patrick eggs Ahmed on, and in a moment of boldness, the boy places a kiss on your collarbone, before slowly trailing his way down to your left breast. After a bit of careful kissing and teasing, his chapped lips find your nipple, latching gently.

"Shit... there you go." Ahmed is so lost in the taste of your soft skin that he doesn't register the camera flashing a few times as Patrick snaps some pictures. What he does hear however, is the soft, wanton moan that escapes your lips. He pulls back, eyes wide as he looks at Patrick. Patrick seems just as shocked, but this is quickly replaced with a toothy grin. "C'mon, clearly your making her feel good. Grab at her shorts, I wanna see if she's wet from us just playing with her girls." Patrick insists, and Ahmed obliges. Trembling fingers pull at your shorts, slowly inching them down your relaxed thighs. "Hurry up-' "I'm trying! It's hard when she's asleep, not exactly cooperating." Ahmed eventually gets the thin shorts down your legs, just above your knees in case they need to move them back up in a hurry. To his delight, he managed to hook your underwear down with them, leaving your soft mound exposed to the two boys.

Ahmed's nimble fingers move to spread your lips, the strings of slick breaking apart as he parts them, coating his fingers. He almost finishes right there, seeing the light of the camera as Patrick snaps a picture reflect off of your slick, letting them know just how soaked you are. "Fuckin' soaked... just from a bit of teasing." Patrick groans, making sure to get a picture of both your holes and Ahmed's fingers parting the folds around them. "Is that not normal?" Patrick shrugs. "I don't know, some people are more sensitive than others, I guess. Especially when they haven't been touched." Ahmed's eyes light up at that, and he whips his head towards Patrick.

"You- you think there's a chance she hasn't... y'know..." Ahmed trails off. "We're literally taking nudes of her cunt right now, just say 'had sex', 'fucked', anything. Jesus." The weaker boy shrinks into himself at the blonde's words. "I mean, it's possible. I've never heard of any guy doin' her, and I've never seen her with another guy around school." Patrick continues. "Isn't that your fault?" Ahmed asks, making his new friend chuckle. "Maybe. You're the one who's been outside her window for the past month, ever seen a guy over?" Ahmed shakes his head no. "Then maybe she's just been waiting for the right guy to come and show her a good time." Patrick moves a little closer to Ahmed, pressing himself against the boy's back. For the first time, Ahmed isn't bothered by Patrick towering over his smaller frame. "Well, right guys, y'know." Ahmed doesn't respond, his mind filling with ideas of what might happen, that night when him and Patrick finally get to be your firsts.

Would you be scared? He'd comfort you as best he could, but Patrick wouldn't be much help with that, (though he knows Patrick can be gentle when he really wants something.) Ever the anxious mess, he can't even focus on his fantasies without worrying. He needed to get condoms, and were you on birth control? Patrick should definitely get tested first, who knows what he's got going on. If Patrick takes you first, what should he do? He's content to sit in the corner and play with himself, but he know's Patrick would only make fun of him for 'not getting any'. A final thought strikes him. Would he be jealous? Would you like Patrick better? You've known him longer, and he's definitely more popular. He's pretty, whereas Ahmed is skinny and feral-looking. He's drawn out of his panic by the sound of a zipper.

"Whatcha thinkin' bout, 'Mhed?" Patrick asks. He can tell when his little freak-friend is spiraling. "You wanna touch her, huh?" Ahmed nods. He can feel the rough, calloused hands of Patrick palming his cock through his boxers. He shudders. "So much. I want... god, can I take her first?" Ahmed begs, gasping as Patrick pulls down his waistband, letting his cock stick out. Patrick gently rubs his thumb on Ahmed's tip, collecting a bead of pre-cum. "Maybe. You still' passing science?" Ahmed furrows his brow at the odd question. Why was Patrick asking about classes while he jerks him off over your sleeping form. "Yeah, I'm doing p-pretty well in all my classes..." He replies. He tosses his head back into Patrick's shoulder as the strong delinquent begins to stroke his length with quick, tight strokes. Patrick's free arm wraps around Ahmed's stomach, pinning the boy's back to his broad chest. "Gimme your notes for all your classes then. If you're good for me, n' keep proving you're worth something-" Another harsh stroke. Ahmed is on the verge. "Then maybe I'll let you be the one to break in her sweet little hole." Ropes of white, hot cum spill from Ahmed's cock as he cries out, before quickly biting his lip to try and silence himself. If you woke up now, there would be no way him and Patrick could make an excuse to get out of this. Just the thought of being your first leaves Ahmed so emotional that as his cock twitches in pleasure, he can feel himself tearing up.

"Are you fucking crying?" Patrick presses his lips to Ahmed's cheek, getting a taste. "You get jerked off one time thinking about our pretty girl and you fuckin' cry. Maybe you aren't ready to be her first." Ahmed gags, and turns around. He moves his arms, frantically whispering, begging. "No, no! I won't cry then, I'll be good. I'll make her feel good, please. I- I've gotta be her first, you don't-" Patrick shushes him. "You've got a long way to go. I think you and I will have to practice some more, making sure you last longer than you did just now." Patrick leans to the side, taking in the sight of your nude torso now decorated with Ahmed's cum. He grins. "Alright, here's the deal. You take some photos real quick, make sure we can see the pretty paint-job you gave her." Ahmed blushes as Patrick stands. "Where are you going?"

"Gotta go get some wipes, and I gotta be quick about it."

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Displaced children have been forced to seek makeshift shelter in chicken coops after their tents succumbed to flooding. This tragic reality evokes painful echoes of history, reminiscent of the deplorable conditions endured by Jews during the Holocaust, confined to horse stalls and sleeping on wooden shelves never intended for humans.

The phrase “never again” lost its meaning shortly after World War II, as the world witnesses a disturbing repetition of past atrocities. Despite solemn vows, the world’s involvement in supplying arms only exacerbates the suffering of the oppressed. It serves as a stark reminder that complacency and inaction pave the way for history to repeat itself.

[itsmecoolpersonsstuff]

FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEE PALESTINE WILL BE FREEE!!!!!! Never stop takin it about it y’all!!!!!

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words to use when writing

Appetite:

craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal

Arouse:

agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up

Assault:

attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound

Beautiful: 

admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting

Brutal:

atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild

Burly:

able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed

Carnal:

animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean

Dangerous:

alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous

Dark:

atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched

Delicious:

enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty

Ecstasy:

delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled

Ecstatic:

delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild

Erotic:

amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing

Gasp:

catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded 

Heated:

ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous

Hunger:

appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst

Hungry:

avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting

Intense:

forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous

Liquid:

damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping

Lithe:

agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry

Moan:

beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl

Moving:

(exciting,) affecting, effective  arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling

Need:

compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen

Pain: 

ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart

Painful:

aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded

Perverted: 

aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile 

Pleasurable:

charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent

Pleasure:

bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven 

Rapacious:

avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering

Rapture:

bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy

Rigid:

adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering

Sudden:

abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning

Thrust:

(forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel

(push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick

Thunder-struck:

amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback 

Torment:

agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe

Touch:

(physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap 

(mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize

Wet:

bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water

Wicked:

abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched

Writhe: 

agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank 

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bat family sister reality

okay see all the bat sister stuff is cool and everything and I live all the fanfics and everyone that writes fanfics is honestly really talented cause I could never. The real thing tho is I feel like if you’re gonna write a bat sis or sibling they’re gonna be spoiled especially if they’re not a part of fighting criminal life and even more especially if they’re Bruce’s biological child. Like it doesn’t make sense to me how some bat sibling fanfics describes so like humbly like idk if it makes sense but it’s weird that they wouldn’t be spoiled to me idk tho. JUST AN OPINION PLZZZ DONT HATE ME AND FOR EVERYONE WRITING THE FICS YOURE DOING AMAZING<333333

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Babydoll (Villain!Dick Grayson x F!Robin!Reader)

Smut with tiny plot (18+ minors dni 🖤)

Note: note before anything else because this is kinda dark! I have written everything with consent in mind but you could definitely argue for dub-con so... this is dark. Oh and... I'm better saying it before eh no but reader is in her 20s and still Robin

Words: 6k

TW: dark fic, enemies to lovers, dub-con (persuasion), sex pollen, unprotected sex with creampie, fingering, you won't be able to take (soft)dom!Dick and his dumbification kink from me anytime soon, degradation and praise, possessiveness, somnophilia implied, Dick being condescending, it doesn't end lmao, face slapping, manhandling, corruption?, spanking, cock warming, idk how to put a trigger for that but Bruce calls while Dick is balls deep in your v and Dick picks up forcing you to talk, I hope that's it lmao.. AGAIN DARK-er content

If you know me... no you don't.

Your body was on fire. Your muscles were stiff and sore and your skin felt like it was melting off of your body. You have never felt this much pain– no you have never felt this kind of pain. You were sweating and trembling but the worst part of it was you were needy… so goddamn needy. Deep in your stomach you felt a twisting and turning, a hot flame that begged for release. You could feel how wet your cunt was, juices soaking through even the Kevlar of your suit. Your mind was hazy, gone and only thing on it, bright and poking, sex sex sex sex.

You let out a strangled moan, your body jerked as you realized someone was holding you. You were on the floor, two legs on either side of you as one arm hooked your arms back and held them down while the other was placed across your shoulders, holding you to the person's chest. A body, your mind reeled. You wiggled, kicked your legs but you were pinned.

"Shh," he hummed into your ear and you whimpered. "We are going to see this through, okay?"

You turned your head to look at Nightwing. He was gazing at you with pity… with concern lingering on his face. You should be terrified, you should want to get out of there. He was a menace. Batman’s protégé turned super villain. But instead, you needed to kiss him; his lips like a pink flash in your brain. But he didn't let you extend your neck to reach his mouth, instead he simply buried his head into the crook of your neck.

His scent was lulling you, his body heat coaxing you. "Please," you breathed, eyes rolling back. "I need you."

He smiled against your skin, "yeah, I know, but that's not you talking, babydoll. When you get your pretty brain back we will have to talk about why you'd catch a bullet for me, yeah?"

You threw your head back, exposing your neck to him and moaned.

"My men are getting the antidote, babe," he hummed. You frantically looked around at that and he just shushed you, "don't worry. I'll protect you."

"Dick," you whined. "It hurts… it hurts."

He placed a soft kiss on your cheek and the hand that wasn't holding your arms moved tenderly across your chest and settled on your neck. His thumb rubbed soft circles on your burning skin. You sighed heavily, feeling a slither of relief. His hair was drooling across your shoulder, dark strands trickling over you. 

"I want to touch your hair, Dick," you whined. "Please," you arched your back, pressing yourself further against him. Your mind was racing at a million miles yet you could form a single clear thought. "Please, touch me… I need you to touch me."

He let out a deep breath, "you have no idea how hard this is for me right now, babydoll. But I would never do that to you."

"I want you, too," you tried to wiggle free. "Dick, please." Hot tears streamed down your burning cheeks. You felt like you were melting off your bones.

He hummed and placed another kiss to your clothed shoulder, "you're doing so well. Hold on a little longer. You can do it."

Your breathing was exhilarating. You were in agony, sweating and being so, so wet. You pressed your thighs together for friction and cried out. "I can't… I can't - ah. Make it stop! Please." You were sobbing now, the pain was the only thing on your mind. "Fuck me… please."

He held your closer, "it's okay… I got you. We get through this, baby. Shh."

You were fighting him now, desperately needing to do something… anything. You only stopped when Dick started to press soft kisses on your neck, coaxing you to settle again. You whimpered and moaned at every little touch of his lips.

"Hold on a little longer," he breathed against your neck. "I know you can." His hand moved to your face and wiped the tears away gently.

The door to the roof burst open and three men came running. "I should kill you for taking this long," he barked and took something from them. He injected it into your vein then he released you but still held you in his arms.

You felt the drop, the sudden freezing coldness and exhaustion. You clung to Dick and began to cry. Your body was confused, aching and fighting. You couldn't pass out, your mind was slipping. You couldn't… he was your enemy.

"Don't worry, bird. I get you to safety, I promise," he cooed and you had no choice than to believe him. "You did so well. Rest now, baby."

When you woke up in the cave the look on Bruce's face was pure horror. He was so scared for you, his mind full of worst case scenarios. You sat up and hugged yourself, checking in with your body as it betrayed you earlier.

"What happened?" You held your head. "I can't remember."

"Dick brought you here," Bruce said. "(Y/N), I need to know if–"

"He kept me safe," you whispered as the memories flooded in at the mention of his name. "He just held me and got me the antidote."

Bruce relaxed visibly, "good…. Good."

"I think I wanna be alone," you got up and walked away, needing to flee. You just wanted to make sense of all of this. Why did he… help? Why was he so worried… he didn't fake that? Why was he again all that you needed? You hated him so much!

Things only became even more complicated now with his soft voice burnt into your mind. He could never know your feelings.

》》》》

"Robin!" Bruce barked with resentment and grabbed you by the cape hurling you back. "Enough!"

You exclaimed in dismay and balled your fists tightly. Blood was soaking into the fabric of your suit as your chest rose and fell heavily. You looked at Bruce not understanding what he was so mad about.

"Go home," Bruce said sternly. "You're on a break from now on."

"What?" You turned around. "Why!" You felt your heart pick up pace and your throat drying up in rage.

"Because you need to learn how to control your anger apparently," he said and launched himself off the roof, firing his grappling hook. You let out a cry of frustration and your hands found their way into your hair. What was going on with you? Ever since that incident with Nightwing you haven't been the same. You were so damn annoyed, so damn angry and so damn frustrated. Dick was on your mind constantly, sticking around like a stain. It was so much worse than before.

"Oh, I hate when he does that!"

You closed your eyes for a moment, bracing yourself before turning around to face Dick. He was leaning against the pillar of the water tank, a lopsided grin on his face. "He did that with me a lot, too, when I was Robin. Instead of talking about why I was so angry he just wanted me to… not be angry–"

"That didn't work out, did it?" You rolled your eyes. "What do you want?" You said, sounding more hostile than you wanted to. You owed him. He could have handled the whole situation differently. Very differently. You took a deep breath and relaxed. "Thank you… for… you know… that."

He clicked his tongue and closed the distance between you, "don't mention it, babydoll. Cmon." He jumped to the next roof without giving you the time to ask questions. You hesitated. Why would you follow him? Why would you put yourself in that danger? You have countless scars on your body thanks to him. Yet, you wanted to and you did.

Eventually you were crouching behind a container overlooking a bunch of goons rushing to load of a shipment. "What are we doing here?" You made the mistake to look at him. He was so close and it made your heartbeat quicken. His face was twisted in focus but the unhinged gleam never left his eyes. He was just beautiful… bad and beautiful.

He peered at you and the focus was replaced with a smile, "find out who did that to you?" He reached a hand out and twirled his fingers through the ends of your hair. "You think I'd let them get away with doing that to you?" His voice dropped. It became angrier… darker. "No, baby. I'm not Batman." With that he jumped to the ground and you let go of a shaky breath.

Your insides were bubbling, ready to blow and you didn't know how to handle it. Your hands were sweaty and cold. You wouldn't survive tonight… there was no way you would. It was so clear to you all of a sudden. Dick would be the death of you one way or another.

The goons started firing but they were no match for Dick. You didn't even need to back him up. He was brutal but precise, quick but sharp. He was everything Bruce wanted him to be but fighting on the wrong side. You took out one guy and Dick smiled at you sweetly. You wanted to attack him… wanted to wipe that stupid grin off his face.

"Let's see," Dick picked up the logs and shuffled through the papers. "Hmm, interesting."

"What?" You looked at him but picked up one of the veils. The liquid was a glowing purple and made you feel sick. It was torture, no it was worse than that. 

"Careful, doll," Dick hummed. "You don't want it to happen again, do you?"

You shot him a look. Of course not. You watched him read. His lips were pursed ever so slightly, his posture as confident as can be and his stupid hair was falling forward, dark lush strands framing his face. You wanted to kill him for the way he made you feel. You looked back at the veil and you felt ashamed for the thought that popped up unannounced. Part of you wished he would have just taken advantage of your drugged body. It would have taken the responsibility away from you. It would have been an excuse for allowing it… the thing you've been dreaming about for months.

"Hey, I don't actually care who did it," you gave him the veil and wanted to go but he stopped you.

"No, hold on," he said. "That's a lie. And we still need to talk about why you took that bullet for me in thr first place. They wanted to shoot me, not you."

You shrugged, "force of habit? It's not that deep."

Dick dropped the clipboard to the ground and walked over to you, you took a step backwards and felt yourself shrink. His gaze was intense, cutting you down to size so easily. Did he know how easily you'd be jello in his palms?

"What's up, (Y/N)?" He purred.

"N-nothing," you avoided his gaze. "Not reeling to be in your presence, is all."

He chuckled softly, "why?" It was such a simple question but the answer would never be simple.

"Why?" You frowned and your voice was filled with disbelief. "We usually fight to the death?"

"No… I would never kill you," he hummed.

You looked at him now, "I have the scars to prove that you tried more than once."

He shook his head and pouted. His blue eyes narrowed with softness for you. "Sometimes I have to make it look like that just so Bruce doesn't realize I'm pulling my punches."

"Why would you do that? Pull your punches?" You shook your head and couldn't break from his gaze… he locked you down.

He grinned, "cause you're my favorite, babydoll." His face now dropped, becoming serious and his eyes lit up with feral rage, "and if someone hurts you like that, I'm gonna be pissed and find them. Every rogue in Gotham knows you're off limits, knows you're mine."

You blinked. He wasn't lying yet you wished he was. Your body was burning now with hot desire. It made no rational sense, why did you have to fall in love with the worst person in Gotham and why did he have a soft spot for you too? You wanted to burst into tears and get out of there, far away from him. You needed to keep control of this situation.

"I'm not yours!" You barked. "And if I wanna figure out who was trying to shoot you I'll do it myself." You turned to walk away but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his chest.

"Why did you catch the bullet for me, huh?" His hand wrapped around your throat but you fought him off. "Cmon… say it."

"Fuck yourself, Grayson!" You spat.

"Oh, babydoll… why can't you just say it! What are you so afraid of?" His voice was dark now and you jumped.

"You're fucking crazy," you breathed. You could run… you didn't want to fight.

He laughed, "you can run away from this, sure, but it will still catch up with you eventually. Your anger… I know how that feels–"

"Leave me alone!" You shouted in frustration and threw a smoke bomb, slipping away in the cover.

There would never be anything between you and Dick, nothing could ever happen. You would betray everything… Bruce… yourself…. This city. You had to forget it, forget how he cradled you, forget how it makes you feel when he says 'mine', forget it all. You could control it before the incident… nothing changed. He was your enemy… he would always be your enemy.

And that was the end of it.

》》》》

You came back from the kitchen and froze. You have never felt fear as cold as this, never felt so defeated even when the fight didn't start yet.

"I just wanna talk, bird," he said somberly. "I didn't like how we parted ways earlier."

"H-How d.. do you know where I live?" Your throat was dry.

He chuckled softly, "I told you… you're mine."

You shook your head and scoffed, "stop. Stop saying that. And leave… I don't wanna talk… not like this!" Your heart was pounding, you felt naked in your tanktop and shorts while he was in his Nightwing suits and had access to all his weapons.

He let out a breath, "what are you so afraid of, babydoll? I'll ask you again until you give me an answer. No one has to know."

"Stop calling me that," you snarled. "Go… please just go."

"Oh, you think I don't see how much you love when I call you babydoll… why won't you just admit that you want me just as much as I want you!"

Your stomach twisted and you felt hot rage simmering in you. You weren't mad at him… you were mad at yourself. You shouldn't want him… you should hate him, take him down as hard as you could and throw him in a Arkham cell to rot. You charged forward and he blocked your feeble attempt. You sweeped his leg but he pulled you down too, flipping you beneath him.

He had you pinned to the carpet, sitting on top of you and holding your wrists together over your head with one hand while the other had a hold of your face, squeezing your cheeks. You were helpless. You stopped moving, blinking at him with wide eyes.

"You're on my mind every second of the day, baby, I think about making you mine constantly," he said through gritted teeth. "I could just take you, you know. Yeah… but I'm just way too much of a good guy to do that, aren't I? You are being unfair to me, bird. Even when you were whimpering and moaning and begging me to fuck you, I held back and protected you."

You cryed out and hot tears collected in your eyes. "I wish you hadn't," you whispered.

Dick blinked and sat back, letting go of you. He could feel you going limp underneath him, could see the acceptance in your eyes now that you said it. Dick relaxed and tilted his head as he reached for your face to wipe the tears away. 

He finally understood. "Oh, doll. You don't need to feel bad about that," he cooed and leaned closer to your face, caressing your cheeks with his gloved fingers. "You don't need to feel ashamed for your desires," his warm breath hit your face making you feel lightweight. "Say it… let me hear it. You know I'll take good care of you, babydoll. Say it," his voice was barely audible now.

You looked at him, cheeks burning hot with guilt but his eyes were salvation. The lust and the greed gushing in them and all he wanted was you just like you wanted him. You extended your neck and your lips brushed against his. You could feel his body igniting with goosebumps and his breathing hitched just like yours. "I want you, Dick," you heaved. "I've always wanted you."

"Attagirl," he grinned triumphant and captured your plush lips with an open mouthed kiss that started out gently but soon heated up. Your fingers finally found their way into his hair. After all this time you finally were able to feel it and tug on it. You moaned into his mouth and he hummed pleased at that. He picked you up and threw you on your bed then took his shirt and gloves off, taking a hold of your hips and pulling you to the edge of the bed. You were about to lift the tanktop over your head but he stopped you.

"I'm gonna do that," he said and reached for the hem, pulling the thin fabric up so your tits bounced free. He licked his lips and pulled the fabric off, then took your breasts into his hands. "Babydoll, you spoil me." He pinched your nipples and you gasped, arching your back into his hands as he kneaded the flesh.

He leaned down and placed kisses along your neck and you were sure he left marks of bruised skin that were a silent promise; mine. He squeezed your boobs together then pressed his flat tongue against one nipple, sucking the nub into his mouth.

You whimpered and your hands roamed his shoulders, nails dragging into his skin. You locked your ankles at his lower back and rolled your hips into his crotch, feeling his hard cock at your core. You both let our a hiss at at the friction.

"Dick, please," you wanted to do it again but he got up, leaving you cold and whiny. "You're being mean."

"Not even close," he laughed softly and grasped your hips flipping you on your stomach. You arched your back and propped up your ass for him. His hands moved from your lower back over your plump ass cheeks, then he gave you a hard spank causing you to yelp. You mind was hazy with lust.

"You always wear flimsy shorts like that to sleep?"

You pulled one of your knees up next to your waist and it caused the shorts to ride up and tighten. He hummed lowly. You looked back at him, his eyes were fixed on your butt gleaming sinisterly. He shifted over you to nipple at your ear.

"Sleeping with your cunt falling out of your shorts like that, all nice and easy to access … have you been hoping I'd show up and fuck you in your sleep?" He husked and his voice sent your head twirling. "Don't give me ideas, baby"

You haven't but now that thought was placed in your brain making you only wetter. You whimpered and your head dropped back on the mattress. You could not take much more and nothing even happened yet. Guys never took their time like he did, it was always over way too quickly, leaving you unsatisfied. Now you were soaking through the cotton of your Pyjamas.

He placed a kiss on the back of your head then laughed tauntingly and stood up again. His hands moved over your clothed cunt and you shivered. "So fucking wet already, doll? You're adorable," he purred.

Next, he hooked his fingers on the elastic of your shorts and pulled them off, down your perfect legs and dropping them on the floor. "You're a fucking sight," he growled with hunger. He was barely holding on himself, wanting nothing more than to drive his cock into your cunt but he waited so long for this and would drag this moment out forever, reveling in every damn second of it.

You wiggled your behind and spread your legs a little, giving him a perfect view of you glistening vulva. He bit his lip hard at that and slapped your cheek again, leaving a red mark. This time you moaned softly.

"You know what I think?" He purred and rubbed the tender skin before bringing his hand down again hard. You cried out, biting your lip.

"What?" You breathed heavily, bracing yourself for the next hit, hoping it would come.

"That deep down you're a pretty little whore that never had the chance to come out," he gave you the opportunity to react but you were being shy, clutching at the white sheets. "No one has ever fucked you like you deserve before, hm? Answer me, baby. Are you a little whore?"

You swallowed and whimpered softly, heat rising into your cheeks, "I am. I'm a whore," you breathed. "For you," you added and Dick flipped you back over. You held your breath seeing the look on his face. It was so familiar so similar to when he was mad with blood lust only now he was mad for your. You wanted him even more now.

"Dick," you sat up and reached out for his face pulling him down to meet his lips in a sloppy kiss. He hummed against your mouth, his hands roaming your naked body with care. He kneeled on the bed and his hand moved down to your weeping cunt.

His thumb pressed against your clit firmly and you gasped falling back on your back. You looked at him through lidded eyes, his gaze never leaving your face as he rubbed tight circles on the bundle of nerves.

You let out a relieved sigh and reached for his free hand, lacing your fingers with his. You closed your eyes savoring the light release; his pace was soft and building up until it wasn't soft anymore and became fast and overwhelming. You cried out when he pumped a finger into you, then two, curling them and massaging that spot inside of you you only ever reached yourself. You grabbed the sheets and out of reflex shrunk away. Dick didn't like that.

"No you don't, whore," he laughed darkly and pinned your hips down. You dug your nails into his arm as your squirmed. He was now giving attention to both your clit and g-spot. "What's the matter?" His condescending tone made your skin prickle.

"Too– ah- much!" You cried out, never before feeling this kind of pleasure wash over your body. "I can't–" Your eyes crossed and you arched your back off the mattress. 

"You should see yourself right now," he hummed. "No, I think you can take it, doll." Dick's eyes danced across your naked body, loving to see how worked up he got you, loving to see how desperately you were trying to wither away. "Look at me," he growled. He needed to see it in your eyes, needed to see your orgasm eat away at your brain.

You tore at the sheets and plopped yourself up, moaning and whimpered wildly. It was so hard to keep your eyes open but you'd do everything for him… you'd try everything for him.

"Good girl," he kissed you hard. "You wanna cum?"

You nodded, big eyes glued to his.

"Use your words, babydoll," he grinned. "Cmon."

"I want to cum," you pressed out. "Please, let me cum. Please."

"How could I say no to that face, but," he peaked your lips softly. "Keep you eyes on me like a good little whore, okay?"

"Yes," you gasped and nodded frantically, licking your lips. Dick watched every little muscle in your face work. How your mouth fell open, how your eyes rolled back yet you forced them back to meet his gaze. Your cheeks were flushed pink and your lips trembled with every move of his fingers. It was more than he dared to imagine. The sounds you made traveled right to his cock, leaving it throbbing and leaking precum. He needed you so badly. His forehead touched yours and you brought your shaking hands to cup his cheeks as you rode out your high.

"Thank you," you whispered and your body fell back to the mattress, legs shaking and chest rising and falling heavily. You couldn't form a single thought.

Dick now moved on top of you and ypu attacked his neck with passionate kisses, hearing him gasp and hum when you found his pulse point.

"You're doing so good for me," he whispered. "But now, I need you, babydoll. I need your soaking wet cunt to take every inch of my cock, yeah?"

You nodded eagerly, "please."

"Aren't you a good little slut? Hold your legs for me," he pushed your thighs up and you hooked your hands at your knees exposing your pussy to him. His hair was flopping over his forehead as he took his pants off. His thick length was throbbing and ready. You bit your lip, watching him. You didn't even feel shame or remorse anymore. It all vanished when the orgasm rippled through your body.

"You wanna be fucked silly, baby?" He rubbed his tip up and down your slick folds. 

"Yes, please," you moaned. "Fuck me silly!"

"You're learning quickly, whore," he chuckled.

"I love when you call me that," you met his eyes.

"Of course," he slid into your willing hole. "Of course you do, whore," he moaned and sunk inch by inch into you. You threw your head back, your breath getting stuck as he penetrated your body. 

"Relax, babydoll. You're doing so well, taking my cock all the way," his voice broke with lust. You hummed then moaned blissfully.

Dick's gaze fell between you where your bodies joined, watching how your juices coated his length with every thrust. You were warm and tight and so damn needy. He placed a kiss to your forehead then settled into a slow pace at first to give you time to adjust to him but soon he was railing his thick shaft into you with force, your tits jiggled with every thrust and you cried out, gasping and whining so perfectly.

"That's what you wanted, hm?" Dick groaned.

You were gone, trapped somewhere in your head and the only thing reachable was his name and his cock stretching your hole out.

He slapped your face then grabbed your cheeks with his thumb and middle finger squeezing. "I asked you a question, whore!"

The shock in your eyes was quickly replaced with submission and want. "Do that again," you whimpered, your words slurred.

He laughed and let go of you, striking you across the face again only a little harder. You moaned loudly. Your bodies were pounding into each other's, the sounds echoing off the walls.

"Thank you," you breathed then you heard your phone vibrate on the night stand somewhere far far in your head. 

"Who do we have here?" He reached for your phone.

"Dick, leave it," you moaned. "Just—" You tried to stop him but he just pinned your wrists with one hand.

"Shut up, slut. It's Bruce… you should really pick up," he taunted. Your eyes sparked with horror as he picked up and put the phone on speaker. He slowed his pounding until it was silent. You squirmed and covered your mouth but there was no getting out of this.

"(Y/N)?" Bruce called.

"Y-yes," you said, swallowing hard. Your gaze was fixed on Dick. The grin on his face was pure evil and you wanted to cry out in pleasure. He was the devil and you fell for it but didn't regret anything… how could you? You were feeling pure ecstacy.

"Are you home? I want to talk to you."

"I'd rather be–" your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as he started to rub your clit, you clutched your hand over your mouth before taking a shaky breath. "I'd rather be alone! I'll come over in the afternoon… then we can talk?"

Dick reached for your face and forced a finger into your mouth, you almost gasped.

Bruce sighed, "I'd rather do it now so it's–"

"Bruce… please… I just want to– sleep," you said with Dick's finger tracing over your bottom lip.

"Okay," he sighed. "I'll see you then."

"Yeah," you breathed heavily.

Dick hung up and you cried out in pleasure. He laughed condescendingly, "you know what? Maybe I should send Bruce a video of what a good slut you are? He probably would enjoy that."

"I hate you," you breathed, reached for him and hoping he'd pick up the pace again.

He lowered onto your body and kissed you hard, "like I'd share you, doll." Your hands roamed his body.

You opened your mouth to say something but he thrusted so hard it coaxed a scream from you. He took a fistful of your hair and pressed your face into the mattress, pounding you like a whimpering fuck toy.

"You'll tell me when you're close," he purred and looked at you completely helpless but enjoying it, placing tender kisses on your cheeks. "Good little cunt!" He said witj gritted teeth and buried his face in the arch of your neck. "So good for me!"

You were leaving marks on his back as you dug your nails into him. "Y-you f-uck me s'good," you whispered, drunk on his cock. You pulled him even closer, wanting him to melt into your soul. You were coming apart. "Am close, Dick," you tried to fight his grip on your face and he released you. Your foreheads touched and your eyes locked.

"Good," he purred. "You're gonna be the death of me, (Y/N)."

You couldn't hear him. Youwwre deep inside a tunnel about to crash into pure delight, white hot ecstasy swallowing you whole. Dick marveled at the sounds you were making, you had no control over your body anymore. It was only him.

"Cum for me, babydoll. Now!" He slapped you again and you cried out, grabbing the sheets.

Then the two of you came undone, something that has been in the making since the first day. You were moaning his name like it could save you and the sounds leaving his swollen lips were vulnerable and true. Your body shook as he emptied his load deep in your cervix, warm liquid gushing. Perhaps you were on a different plane for a second, your whole body ascending in your high.

He let you come down slowly and flipped the both of you over so you were sitting on top of him, his cock still inside your clenching pussy.

You looked down seeing the sticky mess you made, his cum leaking out your slick mixing; your lips trembled. You closed your eyes and rolled your hips fucking his cum into you even more.

"There she is," he cooed and grabbed your tits. "There is the little whore I knew was in there."

You nodded eagerly, a silly smile tugging on your shaking lips and kept going for a bit more. You collapsed onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around you.

"Good girl."

You hummed. You didn't know if you could ever talk again or if you screamed and moaned your voice away. You kissed his jaw softly then closed your eyes. You felt sweaty and safe and satisfied.

"I got you, baby," he hemmed and kissed you softly.

》》》》

The sun was trickling in slowly a few hours later. You were still on top of him and his cock was atill inside of you. You couldn't do much longer like this, every breath and every movement making you wetter. You could tell how much he enjoyed it though, resting deep inside your warm cunt, hugged snugly by your insides. His hand was running up and down your spine.

You crossed your arms on his chest with your chin resting on your hands and just looked at him. He was so breathtakingly handsome it was unfair. Dick leaned down and kissed your nose and you erupted into a loving smile.

"I just ruined you and you're still so damn cute," he laughed and you whinced at the movement. He grinned.

"Can I ask you something?" You said quietly.

"Hm."

"Why did you turn?" The original question was 'why did you turn on Bruce' but you couldn’t possibly say his name with Dick's cock still inside of you.

"Well," he thought. "When I was Robin… all I wanted to do was save Gotham. I wanted to save her soul."

Your eyebrows jerked together.

"But I realized Gotham was lost… a lifeless nothingness. There is no soul left. Gotham needs to die before it can be reborn," Dick sighed. "Before it can be better."

"So you want all these people to die? Regardless whether they are innocent or not?" You didn't sound hostile, you weren't trying to.

His hands grabbed your hips and he thrusted up lightly. You maoned. "I don't wanna have that discussion right now," he said and placed kisses on your shoulder. "I'd rather make sure you're having a hard time standing when you go visit him later."

"You're too much," your breath hitched but you weren't going to deny him either. You were in it now… there was no going back.