#₊˚ 彡✩ ₊˚ (=^‥^=)

[madame-fear]

𐙚 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐃.

ೀ amira speaks.ᐟ : this was written for my most lovely wifey @lady-ashfade,, who’s been thirsting a little bit too much for the serving Strong boy, Jacaerys. It’s something shorter than usual as I wrote it with the little free time I have,, but I hope you all enjoy it anyways. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : there is nothing that the eldest son of Rhaenyra enjoys more, than filling you with pure dragonseed to prove you are only his. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 500.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : drabble, smut. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : Jacaerys Velaryon x Wife!Reader

WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; breeding kink. p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, Jace being slightly possesive over you. a really short drabble written by an exhausted author so excuse any mistakes.— lmk if I forgot anything else!

“Umbagon iēdrosa,”

A kiss was delivered to your lips, silencing you from letting another loud groan escape; his own lips pressed firmly against yours. Jace’s fingertips digged deep in your skin, almost clawing it, as his hands were placed in your hips, forcing you to remain still.

Helplessly, a whimper was released against his lips, simultaneously feeling Jace groaning faintly. A warm feeling occupied your stomach leisurely, as his cock pulsated deeply inside of you. You had lost track of time, having been in that already aching position for a good while— almost all night had passed with your moist cunt getting filled with his seed.

“F-Fuck,” your words grew stuck on your throat, digging your nails on his back, as your other hand interwined it’s fingers on his brunette curls in the back of his head. And as if all those hours getting cum-filled hadn’t been enough, Rhaenyra’s heir slightly moved out of you, only for his cock to leisurely push once again back inside— sliding in and out so easily of your wet pussy, as his member was coated with your fluids.

“I’m sorry, ñuha dōna jorrāelagon,” he began muttering in between pants, placing his lips on your neck’s sweet spot— knowing each one of your most delicate corporal zones, and that was something to take pride for whenever you squirmed beneath him. “But, I need you to carry my heirs. And when you do, everyone will know just how much I adore filling you with my seed.” another groan spurred from your lips, as his hardened cock increased the pace in which it constantly hit your inner sweet spot.

You ached with each one of his movements; your soft groans and pleas occupying the silent space in your shared chambers. With the passing hours of the night, you felt almost oversensitive even to the slightest touch— but, at the same time, you couldn’t deny it felt satisfying to feel his erected size releasing it’s cum inside of you.

Both your trembling legs were firmly interwined on top of his back, offering him free access to keep pushing himself deeply inside of you, as you hid your face on the crook of his neck— weakly nibbling on your lower lip to hold back your continous pleas, your ragged breathing hitting against his exposed skin.

A faint fleshy sound was provoked with each single hit against your cunt, his length beginning to throb softly, while a knot tangled on your stomach. Growls escaped from him, holding you firmly in place. A feeble grin grew on the corner of his rosy lips, hotly breathing against your own skin as well. One of thumbs gently caressed your skin, lazily placing kisses all over that precious face of yours— admiring every inch of you.

“Otherwise, how else will everyone know who you belong to?”

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[yoyomomiko]

Daisuke with Anya's intern (medical intern) reader pretty please? In a relationship already if you want🤲 Imagine making out with him in the med bay and then Anya just walks in🙏

୨୧IMAGINE suggestive

imagine you and daisuke making out, pretty much in the open, the risk of someone coming in only feeding to your desires.

both of you are smashing your lips together, tongues dancing with each other as you pull at him. you just want more, you need more of him.

the way he's whining into your mouth as you gasp into his each time he bites your bottom lip is driving you crazy, the sounds coming out of his mouth heaven sent. he grabs at your hips and waist as he slowly backs you into the small table next to the bed.

his hand traveled to the hem of your shirt, tugging on it as if hinting for you to take it off, his other hand resting on the small of your back as he deepened the kiss, tongues swirling together.

you were so lost that you didn't even notice the footsteps outside. so lost, that neither of you heard the door open. not until you opened your eyes and looked behind daisuke, only to find anya's wide eyes and overall shocked expression.

she didn't expect the two of you, to be making out so freely, at risk. her jaw dropped, surprised at what she accidentally saw. she didn't mean to, really, she wouldn't invade your privacy like that. it was all an accident, she swore! anya was so shocked, that she couldn't find her words, so she quickly closed the door, sprinting away and hoping to forget the image that was now imprinted in her mind. she'd have a hard time talking to you two, it surely might take her some time until she decides to pretend it never actually happened and it was just her imagination.

★yoyomiko ★miko

[augmerin]

emperor!sukuna who you were nurtured from young to be wed off to, your parents working behind the scenes, scheming and pulling strings to ensure your standing next to him

emperor!sukuna who on your wedding day, found your reactions to him to be quite amusing—seeing how there's a hidden fire underneath your little obedient act, better than those old minded fools who only nod and smile at his words

a fire that ended up being your saving grace when you finished through the whole ceremony alive and in one piece

emperor!sukuna who used your wedding day as a way to weed out traitors and send a warning to your parents for using such cheap tricks—you—to tie him down through marriage of all things, yet ensured your sight remains on him despite the ongoing carnage behind you 

somehow, he prefers your eyes on him ever since the moment you walked into the hall dressed in nothing but fine silk

emperor!sukuna who seemed to look at you as a fun little plaything, an entertainment for his seemingly endless, monotonous days; summoning you to the court room just to waste your time, pushing your buttons to see you snap just for you to regret it, finding humor in the way you would tense and wait for his next action

emperor!sukuna who once walked in on you reading a book in the imperial library, your voice echoing throughout the quiet atmosphere as you read to yourself, standing for quite some time while hidden from sight as if hypnotized

emperor!sukuna who disturbs your reading time the next day, plopping into the seat before you and demanding you to continue reading out loud, reveling in the way you flushed after being caught speaking out loud to yourself

emperor!sukuna who brings back prized harvests from his hunts, thinking of how such fine fur would fit you, but instead presenting it to you as nothing more than some trash he picked up from the side of the paths he traveled 

though the pristine condition says otherwise

emperor!sukuna who begins to seek out your presence, intentionally disturbing you throughout different times of the day just to get a glimpse of your face and the various emotions you seem to wear despite trying your hardest to remain indifferent

emperor!sukuna who feels a certain sense of satisfaction when he noticed how your shoulders no longer tense by being in the same room as him, how your smile no longer seem strained at the slightest provocation and instead turned into one of teasing

emperor!sukuna who found solace in doing the most mundane things with you, whether it be having meals and teatimes, walking around the gardens, lazing around in his private chambers

emperor!sukuna who now treats you as a, if not his, precious being, not letting you out of his sight, dressing you in only the finest garments and glittering jewels, who would do anything to ensure that you’ll grace him with a smile and that little twinkle in your eyes

emperor!sukuna who is still a bloodthirsty, cruel man, but in your arms, he is nothing more than a docile husband who loves his wife for eternity and beyond

first sukuna drabble...might be part of a series if im not lazy LMAO

[idyllicbby]

princess & knight Melvika 🥺

credit to mysko39 on twitter & tiktok!

[eyeheartboobiez]

happy father’s day to the amazing father of all eighteen of our children🥹 it was a hard birth, but anything for you kento🫶🏿

[dollyhao]

sevika lowkey wants to wife you up (nsfw, strap (r! receiving), biting, also really sweet, mama being mama 🤷🏾‍♀️)

sevika’s been coming to the brothel just to see you for the last six months, coming to see you like every 3 days and you two spend an amazing time together. it’s not always sex either; it started off that way but you guys really connected.

sevika’s been wanting to ask you to quit your job and let her take care of you but she hasn’t asked yet. you’ve been talking about quitting your job because your hearts just not in it anymore and its effecting your mood.

when sevika finally comes visit you after almost a whole week of not seeing you, she’s ready to finally ask you.

she waits patiently for you to come into the room that you two frequent the most, she watches as you face lights up at seeing her she stands as you approach her with a grin and your arms open, “sev!” you jump into her arms and she holds you tight. “hey princess,” she places you down on the bed, kneeling inbetween your legs as you look down at her with a softer smile.

“why haven’t you come see me?” you ask quietly, running your fingers through her hair. “i was busy,” she says plucking your shoes off your feet. “ya missed me?” she smirks up at you leaning closer to your face.

“i thought you weren’t coming back…” you gaze into her eyes then at her lips. sevika doesn’t respond right away, she sees how much you believed that and she just can’t have that. she leans in to kiss you, pushing you to lay down. she straddles your waist pulling her cape off while your hands cup her face. you moan feeling the weight of her on you, she pulls away from you. “let’s take this off baby,” she pulls at your flimsy dress and you sit up so she can pull it over your head.

still straddling your now naked body, she kisses down your neck biting at your collarbone. you suck in a breath at the pain. she continues kissing and biting you up, leaving marks while she situates herself between your legs. clients aren’t allowed to mark up the girls but sevika has no intention of letting you stay here after tonight.

she kisses your lips again biting your lip as she grinds into you. you let out a sigh at the strap in her pants that’s rubbing against you. “sev, don’t tease, take it out,” your hand trails inbetween your bodies trying to reach into her pants. sevika kneels over you, “so impatient,” she responds pulling her top and sticky pants off. you bite your lip, gazing up at her large, naked form. you sit up to press fevered kisses inbetween her breast.

she grabs your chin pulling you away from her hot skin, “on your knees.” you giggle, immediately turning on your knees and arching your ass in the air. sevika’s hands are placed on your ass but you shudder at the cold metal that shes been avoiding touching you with. she parts your lower lips smirking at the sticky mess that’s dripping down your thighs. she presses the tip to your entrance running it up and down your slit, making you push your hips back with a whimper before finally pushing into you.

your mouth falls open she starts a slow but deep pace. you let out gasps and moans as you feel sevika going deeper with every thrust and it only intensifies when she speeds up, “oh-ohmygosh sevvy,” you can’t handle all the wet sounds of your cunt swallowing up her strap, you reach your hand around to grab on to the hand that’s holding your waist and her cold one trails down your back, making you arch more before she grabs your hair pulling it as her hips snap against yours.

“how does it feel?” she bends to whisper in your ear. your brain is mush as moan out with drool dripping down your chin, you try to nod your head but sevika’s holding your head still with her grip. she’s stopped moving her hips with the strap sitting snug in your pulsing cunt. “words, baby.”

“yes yess, i-i love it mama,” you let out before sevika presses a kiss to your temple. “ya wanna quit ya job baby?” you turn ya head to look at her now that she’s back to kneeling, you nod your head with tears of pleasure forming in your eyes. “ya want mama to take care of you?” she pouts at you as she pushes you on to your side, she puts your leg over her shoulder holding herself up over your face.

“hm? want me to get you out of here?” “please,” you kiss her lips again as she opens her mouth, sticking her tongue in your mouth letting you run yours over hers. your body starts to tremble and you throw your head back whimpering out sevika’s name. sekiva bites you chin and kisses down you neck as she trails her hand between your bodies and rubbing circles against your clit. “such a good girl, imma take the best care of you baby. i promise.” she pants out as your hands grip on to her biceps. you cum and let out obscene moans that only sevika could ever make you make.

[clara-a7]

𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙋𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠 || F1 GRID

彡CONTAINS ; oscar piastri, lando norris, charles leclerc, franco colapinto, george russell

彡WARNINGS ; fluff, prank

彡SUMMARY ; you decide to prank him by not kissing him back.

彡WORDS ; 750

彡DISCLAIMER ; Everything written here is FICTITIOUS.

彡AUTHOR'S NOTE ; sorry if here are any mistakes, english isn't my first language!

⤷Oscar Piastri

Oscar doesn’t say much at first, he just looks at you. His brow creases, and he blinks like he’s trying to make sure he didn’t imagine it. You leaned in, he kissed you, but you didn’t kiss him back. Not even a little.

He pulls back slightly, quiet. Confused, not hurt. His eyes linger on you, like he’s waiting for something, but he doesn’t want to push. “Did I do something?” he asks eventually, voice barely above a murmur. There’s no panic in it, just genuine curiosity and patient, the way he always is with you.

When you finally laugh and tell him it’s just a prank, the tension leaves his shoulders all at once. He rolls his eyes, but the smile tugs at the corner of his mouth anyway. “Really?” he mumbles, shaking his head as he reaches for you again.

This time when he kisses you, it’s slower. No teasing. Just steady, soft affection like he’s grounding you both again.

⤷Lando Norris

With Lando, it only takes a second. The moment your lips don’t move against his, he pulls back slightly, blinking like he’s trying to make sense of it.

He’s not mad not even close. Just surprised. “Wait…” he says, brow quirking. “You didn’t kiss me back.”

It’s not accusatory. It’s just Lando being honest, as always. He tilts his head, his voice lighter now, like he’s already halfway to figuring it out. “Is this one of your little things again?” His lips curve into a smile that’s impossible not to mirror.

When you nod and say yes just a prank he groans dramatically, but he’s already laughing. “Really?! Why you did that to me,” he says under his breath, but he’s tugging you into him again.

This time, he waits. Doesn’t rush. Just brushes his nose against yours, lips hovering like he’s giving you the chance to come to him. When you do, when you finally kiss him back, he hums into it like he’d been holding his breath.

⤷Charles Leclerc

Charles laughs first. It’s instinctive soft, the kind of laugh he only gives when he’s truly caught off guard.

“You didn’t kiss me,” he says, like he’s just discovered something he can’t quite believe. He pulls back slightly, looking at you with that curious tilt of his head. “Did I do something?” There’s no insecurity in it. Just gentle wondering.

You tell him it’s just a prank nothing more and he laughs again, this time with his whole chest. “Ah, so you’re being annoying today.” hes say with a smirk.

He doesn’t press. Just steps forward, closer, resting his forehead against yours. He stays like that for a moment, quiet, breathing you in. “I missed that kiss, though,” he murmurs.

And when you finally kiss him, he smiles through the kiss.

⤷Franco Colapinto

Franco notices right away. He doesn’t pull back, doesn’t ask anything. He just stays close, giving you that soft, slow-burning look that always makes your chest flutter.

“You’re being difficult,” he says quietly, but there’s no heat to it. His fingers skim your waist, warm and patient.

Then he leans in again. Kisses your cheek. Then your temple. Then your shoulder. One by one, like it’s nothing urgent. “You’re really gonna resist me?” he mumbles, lips brushing over your skin. It doesn’t even sound like a real question. He already knows the answer.

And yeah, you fold pretty quickly. You kiss him back finally and he grins into it, pulling back right after with that smug little smile. “Knew it,” he says, looking way too proud.

⤷George Russell

George gasps the second you don’t kiss him back. “No way,” he says, blinking like you just dropped a plot twist. “Did you actually just reject me?”

He stumbles back a step, hand over his heart, full drama. “I’m wounded,” he says, shaking his head. “Betrayed, even.”

But even through all the theatrics, there’s softness in his eyes. He’s not mad. He never is with you. That’s just how George is full of humor, full of heart. Makes everything feel a little easier.

When you laugh and tell him it was just a prank, he exhales like he’s been rescued. “Thank god,” he mumbles, already pulling you into a hug.

This time he takes his time no jokes, no performance. Just you, in his arms, and a kiss that feels like him trying to make sure you’re both still okay. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he mutters, low against your ear.

And when you finally kiss him for real, you feel just how much he missed it even if it was only for a second.

✿彡did you enjoy this? comments, likes, and reblogs are immensely appreciatedミ✿

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[simjaexy]

Horny reader and heeseung. Oml I can just imagine how horny she would be with big dick heeseung.

I can already imagine it

Big dick! Heeseung would love your juicy walls squeezing around his big girth. He could practically feel your warmth swallowing him. He’d throw his head back in pleasure with pebbles of sweat on his neck as he lets out long drawn moans making you feel even more wet. Your whines would be so slutty and loud that even the neighbors hear you guys. But you’re too dumb fuck to care.

Big dick! Heeseung would put you in a headlock as he pounds deep into your puffy pussy making tears stream down your face with saliva dipping out your mouth. You came so much that the sound of squelching noises of where your bodies connect could be mostly heard with the bed creaking. You’d pant and moan from the exhaustion while Heeseung eyebrows are furrowed sexily. Why are you exhausted when he’s doing all the work?

Big dick! Heeseung who doesn’t know that his dick is too much for you, your moans and pants soon turning into cries as you feel his mushroom tip hitting all the right spots. He soothes you by calling you ‘good girl’ or ‘your doing so good babygirl- fuck! love this pussy’ and who are you to complain? He’d groan into your ear and bite it making you shiver causing you to cum again.

Big dick! Heeseung who cums so much inside you that you feel so full to the point you cum again. You’d let out harsh uneven breathing while Heeseung smirks and dips his head down, giving you a soft kiss. As much as you felt exhausted, you couldn’t help but grip his big dick and stroke it. Heeseung would hiss, feeling it hardened again. And just like that, you two would go for a fourth round.

I’m a slut for Heeseung but wtv

[hornydilfsinyourarea]

my favourite thing is that when they start gripping and clawing at anything around them (bedsheets, the edge of the table, literally anything) to ground themselves because the pleasure is getting too much

like, them squirming to escape the pleasure, only for you to hold them down firmly, making sure there is limited space for them to move so all they could do is take, take, take—

and of course, them scolding you after, all flustered, and you apologizing knowing damn well you're not thinking of stopping anytime soon ♡

(haven't written anything in a while, might have gotten rusty 🥀)

-🌹

I love this, saw yandere! college professor drabble a while earlier... and now I can't stop thinking of it, also, subtop turned power top reader anyone???? x dombottom character??? Just me? Okay. also, tw: slight dubcon

IMAGINING... a strict! college professor and jock! reader... they're always so strict with you- with everything, mean and stuck up, but you liked that, almost. They would always put you in detention, no matter what- you talked? Detention. You looked over your shoulder? Detention. You came to class 2 minutes late? Detention. They didn't care if you had sports practice or not, why should they? It's your fault you're such a bad boy. No one knew what goes on in the professor's detentions- no one ever wanted to find out, the professor scared them a little- but fuck... it was both torture and heaven for you... You see, you had a little secret with your dear ol' teacher.... they weren't just your teacher- no, well- teachers don't jerk off their students, now do they? You fell first- I mean, who wouldn't? Your professor was HOT. Or maybe, you just liked that they were older, almost old enough to be your parent. Even though you fell first- they fell harder. You were cute, a bit dumb, but cute. You were a typical jock- you played sport, was good in it- but at the expense of your education... so your professor had to give you extra classes- private lessons. And during some of those lessons? Let's just say... if any of it got out- your professor might just lose their job. Of course, it didn't first start off sexual, it was innocent. Till they noticed how... you looked up at them each time they would stand by your desk- those pretty eyes of yours... it awoken something inside of them. It started with light teasing, their hands on your shoulders, their breath softly tickling your ear as they talked, their head close to yours- it also didn't help when they would bend down next to you when they had to help another student- their ass right in eye view for you, took all your willpower not to stare at it directly, but god did you want to. Then... it turned into their hand rubbing your crotch in the empty classroom, their voice explaining the subject. You had to focus, because if you got it wrong... they won't let you cum- and you really, really wanted to.

When you did good, really good... they allow you to get a taste, all you had to do is drop down to your knees and eat them out like they're a 5-star 4 course meal. And if you do it good, they might just let your grade reflect that. But you know what frustrated you? They never allowed you to fuck them, not that you minded, you at least get a blowjob here and then- but when you did bad? When you were a bad boy? They never allowed you to cum, not once during the sessions. God, the edging was bad, almost enough to make you cry sometimes- not to mention they ONLY allow your tip to enter them, saying it's "punishment" for being bad, or failing the test, and that you could've had more if you've been good... you had good self-control, you didn't lack any... but were they really expecting you not to just... break one day?

And break you did. The weekend was suppose to be for studying, but your coach didn't let you, there was an upcoming game, a big one- you couldn't afford to fail on that. Your coach worked you hard, really hard- you barely had any time to study, always coming home tired and sore. And so, it wasn't a surprise that you didn't do good on the test, a D- on your test paper when you got it back, and as you looked up slightly, your disappointed professor gave you a glance, shaking their head slightly- you knew what that meant. But it wasn't your fault! It wasn't fair! Making you stand there, them bent over the desk, scolding you, the tip of your cock ever so slightly inside of them. You could feel them clenching down, gripping around you. It wasn't your fault, and it was unfair- everything about this was unfair! And you had about enough of getting bossed around, you needed some motherfucking relief. A quick "I'm sorry" flying out of your mouth, your hand moving to grip their shoulder, "Wait- what are you-!" your professor said before they got cut off by you just... thrusting the rest of your cock inside of them. You couldn't help it, okay? You were stressed out, and being teased and edged was NOT something you needed right now. And it didn't help they just felt so good... their moans, the way they grip the table- trying to stable themself... how they clenched down on your length each time you hit that sweet spot inside of them... those "Ahh~! Ooohh, mhph!" leaving their mouth. You just couldn't stop yourself. Maybe they didn't want you either You don't even remember how long you've been fucking them before you released yourself deep inside of them- a surprised moan turned gasp leaving their mouth, they didn't expect you to actually cum inside of them- they had to go home like this! Their clothing ruined and their skin sticky. They were too lost in their own orgams to realize that you didn't intent to pull out to cum. "Y-you... pervert" They would mumble out, glaring at you as you just stood there, bashful almost- whoops... got a little ahead of yourself there buddy, didn't you? After you left- in their car, driving home... they thought about that little session, how rough you were, so in control, taking their body like you owned it... they were used to being in control- but now? They couldn't help getting aroused again about imagining how much more dominant you can get, if you put that strength you have to good use on them

love how I completely forgot this in my drafts before I literally went on hiatus :/

[white-poppie]

Tsukishima Kei believes subtle actions speak louder than words ⎯ especially in relationships.

To anyone Kei would seem aloof and cold, but you know that he cares from his little gestures. The way he gently squeezes your hand to reassure you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder, that little relieved smile that makes way on his face when you drop by during his practice sometimes. Him mindlessly massaging your calves ⎯ your legs sprawled over his as he lets you watch whatever sappy romance you want watch when you whine about your day being so bad.

Tsukishima who freezes when you move closer on the couch and peck his cheek during the movie. His surprise slowly dissolves on his face, making way for a soft smirk as he turns his head and looks at you.

"Was that necessary?" he asks, his words almost accusatory, but his tone and expression is relaxed.

"Nope, but I'm trying to get you used to affection." you say softly.

He snorts at your words, “So, you’re planning to slowly brainwash me to become the ideal boyfriend? Or what?"

"I am trying to brainwash you into being utterly in love with me, the ideal girlfriend." you chuckle, rotating your pointer finger in front of his face. "Wish Woosh, Hocus Pocus. Tsukishima Kei will love me forever."

Although he tries keeps up his serious expression, but it turns more into a smile as a wide grin spreads across his face at your silly action.

"You actually want me to say it? That I love you?" He asks, "Is that what the game is?" he rolls his eyes and shakes his head in amusement.

"Maybe?" you whisper out softly and look at him with those hopeful eyes of yours that make him melt.

Tsukishima is silent, just looking at you calmly in a way that makes your heart raise with excitement and trepidation togther.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" you ask softly and he sighs, shaking his head, his eyes softening.

"Of course not, its just...I am not used to it?" He says and you listen to him intently, nodding, urging him to continue. "I just...I don't know, it makes me feel so vulnerable saying it." He utters.

"I just feel like what the point of saying it, when I already express it through other ways, you know?" he says, running his fingers through your hair, calmly. Thats how he loves you.

"I know. you murmur, "I just like hearing you say it." You hum with a pause, looking at him, trying to gauge his reaction. "You don't have to say it if you don't want to, its just that it makes it feel so much real when I hear it..."

Tsukishima smiles, lightly. Thats what he loves about you. You have these ways of making him feel utterly speechless and you do this so effortlessly.

"Okay." he says, his ears getting a tiny bit red. You want to point it out, but you bite your tongue to not ruin the moment.

"I love you." he says, his hand resting over your head and a you can't help the bright smile that makes its way on your face. Hearing it out of his mouth almost makes you flustered. You can't help but giggle and bury your face in his chest.

"I love you too."

- FANFICTIONS  —HAIKYU!!

[nikswonderland]

those winter days filled with serene adventures…

[lov3rmir]

LOVE SIGN !

CONTENT INVOLVE

✦ — summary: domestic moment with genshin men. al-haitham / kinich / neuvillette. ✦ — cw: mention of injuries (kinich) ⁞ suggestive (neuvillette) ⁞ ajaw being an opp ⁞ mentions of intimacy but nothing nsfw (neuvillette) ⁞ 1.3k wc ⁞ just testing some layouts ⁞ not proof read we die like tingyun ⁞ a ref to a manhwa (neuvillette).

AL-HAITHAM — SLEEPING IN.

The morning’s sunlight peeked through the drawn curtains. Two sleeping figures were tangled in a mess of blankets. 

Al-haitham’s arms encircled around your waist, pressing your back further in his chest. Soft snores coming off you as he sleepily admires you. Your eyelashes resting on your cheeks, fluttering just the slightest as you begin to awake. 

He only continues to stare, his eyes often glancing down at your lips. He leans in closer, until your lips ghostly touch his. He presses a kiss in the corner of your lips, moving up to your cheeks. All while you stir and struggle to wake up. 

“G’morning love”, he whispers against your skin. His hands kneading at your hips, drawing odd shapes and pinching you when you start to fall back asleep. 

You groan, shifting to face him. He lets you, loosening his grips until you comfortably hide yourself in the crook of his collarbone. “Mornin’...” you groggily greet. Your own hands pushing him back into you. He was comfortable.

Al-haitham chuckles, adoring you even more. “You’re adorable.” 

You enjoy these moments. 

Moments where you get to experience the softer side of Al-haitham. The side which only you are privileged to see. Contrary to the usual snarky remarks his mouth breathes, soft words laced with un-denying love and affections spill out whenever you are in the privacy of your home.

You hum, almost melting into him. 

Until he ruined the moment, “You need to get up, you have work, remember?”

“Al-haitham!! Who cares, I’ll call in sick and spend the day with you in bed.”

“Seems like a good plan.”

Even though he will never admit it, Al-haitham loves moments like these. Maybe skipping work is worth it if it means he gets to hold you more.

KINICH — COOKING TOGETHER.

“Ingredients?” hands on your hips, you smiled at Kinich. 

“There.” He jabbed his thumb towards the row of ingredients.  “Did you go blind when you woke up?” Always the extra comment with Ajaw.

“Aprons?” Ignoring the flying pixels, you continued on with your checklist. Kinich looked you up and down, eyes lingering on the ‘Kiss the cook’ apron you were currently wearing. “Check.” 

“No it’s not! You aren’t wearing yours!” turning around you reached for the bright pink apron resting on the counter. And just as you walked closer to Kinich, the latter took a step back. This continued on until he was back to back with the wall. 

An obvious displeased expression could be seen. He eyed the apron as though it just killed his family. “No.” 

“Come on, it'll be funny! ” you pushed the apron on his face. Giving him your best convincing smile. “Pretty please?” batting your eyelashes at him, trying to muster up a kicked-puppy look that will push him to wear the apron. 

Kinich groaned as he took the apron from your hands, looking between it and your pleading eyes. And with a defeated sigh, he put it on. 

You had to admit it clashed on him. Suppressing your laugh, you regretted not bringing a kamera to capture the moment. 

“Simp!” Ajaw wheezed at the sight of Kinich's serious face clashing with the bright pink apron. His pixelated body was twirling as he couldn't stop the laughs from escaping him. “You look so dumb! Maybe you should add a frilly hat and say in a cutesy tone ‘of course master!’ C’mon say it with me! Of course mas—” Ajaw didn’t have the time to finish his sentence before he was shoved into the oven, Kinich turning on the heat.

“Hey wait, you aren’t actually going to cook him?”

Kinich only stared dead in the eye, “I always wanted to taste dragon's meat. Do you think it will have a trash type of taste? Considering this dragon I won’t be surprised.” 

With no hesitation, Kinich slowly turned up the heat in the oven. “You ungrateful scum! How dare you do this to your almighty dragon! Hey– Kinich! Let me out, it’s getting hotter!” 

The distress calls were muffled, but you could hear Ajaw clearly. (with his normal volume, you bet you could still hear him even from miles away.) Exasperated, you sighed. Placing your hands on Kinich’s shoulder, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Come on, let him out, I’m sure he learned his lesson.” 

“Another.” he muttered, “Huh?” What did he want? More of what?. “Another kiss and I’ll let him out.” blinking twice, a giggle erupted. You held his face in your hands, bringing him closer to you. Your lips finally on his. Kinich savored the moment. Ignoring the distant cries of the annoying pixel.

He already turned off the oven, it’s fine if you stayed like this for a while. No?

NEUVILLETTE — BATHING & GOSSIP.

The Ludex has many duties. Some leave him with a heavy burden to carry. Many times has the Ludex questioned the very foundation of justice. Many times Neuvillette wished the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale would deliver a different judgment. 

Neuvillette was convinced if he didn’t have you by his side, archons knew how crazy he would have turned. 

But he had you. He had you to sooth his cries in the midst of the night, he had your sweet voice whispering words of love— lulling him back to sleep. Neuvillette had you to anchor him. And he will forever be grateful to have met you.

Another way you used to relax him, was coaxing him into taking a bath together. 

He had been intimate with you many times. But somehow, taking a bath with you felt more. . .emotional. 

Not the sexual intimacy you often experienced whenever the mood was right, no. This was more.

And his belief was reinforced as your fingers combs through his hair. Shampoo being gently massaged on his scalp. The Hydro dragon caught himself falling asleep too much he had lost count. 

But could anyone blame him? Neuvillette was smitten by you.

“Enjoying yourself, handsome?” Has he mentioned how sweet your voice was? Neuvillette feels as though he mentioned it too little. Leaning into your touch, the man hummed, “I would die before I ever not enjoy your touch my love.” 

“Ever the charmer, maybe you could give a few tips to Maxwell.” you giggled, recounting about Maxwell who sucked at flirting with his crush. Neuvillette could recite every rumor that circled around in society in the past months. 

You always kept him updated, sometimes barging in his office during working hours (he never minds. He actually thanked you for giving him a breathing moment to forget about all the paperwork and trials.) retelling how you overheard a couple recently broke up due to one of the partners cheating and taking all the money their partner gained through hard labor.

(“You might want to expect a case about this! And promise me when you do, give me ALL the details!”) 

Neuvillette finds himself indulging your little hobby. Giving you small details from cases and moments during trials. 

(“About the cheating scandal from last week, apparently the one he cheated on with was the step-sister of his girlfriend. And what more, the step-mother was the one behind the money stealing.”

“No way!! Poor girl, I hope she is better now..”

“Oh she is. I checked up on her earlier this week and she had found a better man. Black hair and red eyes. As for her family and partner, the step-sister is currently working as a maid and the step-mother was charged with murder of her deceased husband and attempted murder of her step-daughter. ”

“Gasp! Oh you have to tell me everything that went down!”)

Neuvillette was content with indulging you, but he was happier to listen to your sweet voice. 

“Love, could you tell me more about your day? Or just anything will do. I would like to hear your voice more.” you chuckled quickly agreeing and going on a tangent. 

The Ludex was lucky to have you. 

©— lov3rmir. 2024

[dollyhao]

older woman! abby x young woman! reader

summary: abby is not sure getting close to her young secretary is a good idea or not but you know for sure it is.

cw: pining, fluff, smut, love <3, all types of cute shit

word count: 2.5k

working for abby has been one of the best experiences you've ever had. you started working as a receptionist/secretary at abby's auto body shop five months ago and she is the greatest boss you've ever had.

she is so kind and patient especially when you make mistakes. she respects her employees and treats them more like colleagues than subordinates. not to mention she is beautiful, like really beautiful. for a woman in her late thirties she was very fit, it was very clear she worked out and you mostly see her bring salmon and rice into work for lunch.

she had skin that looked soft to the touch and a couple of scars running up her forearms, most from her job as a mechanic. she had luscious, thick dirty blonde hair that she keeps in a braid or sometimes a bun.

you may have developed a crush on the older woman, blushing at every word she says to you in that soft tone. or when she stands close to you; looking over your shoulder to look at the computer that's in front of you. and you've tried to make it obvious that you were interested by lingering looks, compliments about her work, and questions trying to get to know her better, but she has never made a move.

but lord did abby wish the feelings weren't mutual.

abby hired you because of your business degree and your experience but you ended up being the best part of her day. you were beautiful and funny and you made her job as the owner so much easier. she's able to focus on her passion as a mechanic and she couldn't thank you enough. but she tries to keep away because it wouldn't be right to start a relationship with you, your in your early twenties and abby's in her late thirties, you were probably looking for different things right now.

abby wants to settle down, get married and maybe start a family but you were young and probably had so much stuff you wanted to do. she didn't wanna start anything just for it to be temporary especially not with a girl as sweet as you. but now abby is sweating at the thought of having to ask you to stay afterwards to help her with some documents that she was slacking on.

your amazing because you agree immediately even though you question why she didn't bring these documents to your attention sooner. abby is embarrassed and insists on staying behind and helping you.

being in a room with abby at night is like a wet dream. you sit with her in her office at 8 at night as you look over important documents and inventory. you sit side by side when you glance over at her, you didn't even notice that she took her hair out her bun, rubbing her fingers through her scalp. you stare at the side of her face while she reads something on her computer and you can't help yourself when you reach your hand out and tuck a piece of hair that was obstructing your view of her face.

she looks over at you and sees the soft expression you have as your eyes move around her face. "you're beautiful," you mumble, trailing your thumb over her face gently. "thank you," she mumbles back. you continue to stare at each other before one of your phones ding, snatching abby's attention from your face.

"um, i can finish up here," she looks at the time and look back over at you, "there's not much left to do here." she stands up grabbing your coat for you. you stand after her, terrified that you have ruined something that you weren't even sure was there. that was until abby gave you a genuine smile and helped you put your jacket on. you try not to sigh in relief when she askes to walk you to the car.

she walks you to your car and opens the door for you and closing it when your in. you roll your window down and start the car looking over at the abby who had her hand on the roof of your car. she bends down and rests her arms on your window, "thank you for helping me tonight. drive safe, ok?"

goodness, she's using that soft tone with you again so you just nod and smile. she smiles back and walks back into the building. you drive away smiling at the memory of abby's face illuminated by the lamp in the office and her soft hair flowing down her back.

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"are you coming?" manny is leaning over the counter that your working at staring down at you expectedly. "what?" you were working which you assumed manny was supposed to be doing as well. "are you coming to the out with us tonight?" he repeats his question and you glance over at abby who is wiping oil off her hands.

"who's going?" you continue to work, feigning disinterest. "all of us, boss, owen, nora and me of course."

"um yea, ill go." you give him a quick smile before getting back to what you were doing. manny hits the counter backing away, "great!"

your not sure what you expected from tonight, you like your coworkers but this is your first time hanging out outside of work. everyone is sitting in the booth telling silly stories in the loud bar. your quietly listening nursing your drink glancing up at abby occasionally who is sitting across from you.

she has a beer in her hand giggling at her friends drunk antics adding to the conversation every once in the while. she glances at you and catches you eye, "are you ok?" she mouths to you. you nod and give a tense smile, its way too loud and hot and you want to get away. you guess abby can sense that because she motions over the bar and you nod.

"we'll be back. getting more drinks." she gestures to both of your empty cups. she stands and waits for you to do the same and when you do she places her hand on your lower back steering you towards the bar. abby orders your drinks and nods over to a small empty table in the corner of the building. you nod and grabing her wrist, feeling bold and pull her over to the table.

"this isnt really your scene, huh?" abby starts as you settle into your seats. "no not really. way too loud." she nods sipping on her drink. you both sit quietly for a second before your gaze trail to her scarred forearms. your fingers trace her scars gently, "these are strangely beautiful." you glance up at her face seeing her eyes already on your face.

abby's fingers twitch as your soft hand wrap around her arm pulling it closer to yourself. your fingers trail softly up her arm until you get to her fingers you play with them for a second before intertwining your fingers together. you both tighten your grips on each others hand then you bring her hand to your face. you rub your cheek against her knuckles looking her in the eye.

abby's mind won't stop racing, she should pull away; she shouldn't be letting you do this but the look on your face and the way your looking at her she can't bring herself to do it. but then you pull her back to reality when you place soft, lingering kiss on her knuckles.

"shit," she mutters before pulling her hand out of your grip. normally you would've dropped it, but you've been drinking and you know that abby wants you and you want her. you get out of your seat taking the seat next to her. you turn your body towards her, "why won't you kiss me?" you ask staring at her lips.

abby's lips part as she watches the pout that forms on your lips. "i..i want to," she whispers leaning closer so you can hear her, "but i can't... i shouldn't."

"why not?" you whisper back. "i want you to."

"i want to. but im afraid ill want more than just a kiss if i do."

"then you can have more than just a kiss," you scoot closer to her leaning closer to her face. "i want more with you and im not talking about just sex, i want you." you look into her eyes hoping that she can see how sincere you are. she shakes her head, "your young, you don't need to be tied down by someone my age."

"that's not your choice to make alone. im telling you i want to be with you, tie me down. i want to see you look at me like this everyday and not just a work, i wanna hear that beautiful voice in the morning and run my fingers through your hair." you grab abby's face with both hands making her look at you.

she stares at you with a look of desperation and adoration. she grabs your hand that pressed against her face kissing the inside of your palm and you pull her into a kiss.

abby kisses you with so much passion like shes been dreaming of this moment. she places her hands on your waist, just wanting to touch you, "can i take you to my place?" she whispers against your lips. you nod enthusiastically already standing with your jacket, taking abby's hand and leading her to the door.

arriving at abby's house was a surreal experience. walking through her kitchen and living room felt like you were getting a peak into her world. her home is kind of bare of any decoration but its just so her. book shelves in the living room and books on the coffee table, a cd collection someone would probably kill for, dishes in the sink; the kind of neglect someone who lives alone commits.

but it smells like her, like a fall candle and a long day of work. "im sorry for the mess." she says moving things around with an embarrassed chuckle. "its alright." you smile at her placing your hand on her shoulder. "can i kiss you now?" you ask abby when she sits down on her couch. she nods and you kiss her for the second time that night.

you straddle her thigh, placing your hand on the side of her neck with your other on her arm squeezing the muscle that's there. abby's hand creeps over your back and under your shirt. you arch your back into her when her big cold hands slide up your spine. you whimper in her mouth, when her other hand grabs your waist.

you pull away first, panting hard, looking at abby with swollen lips when you hurriedly take your shirt off before diving back into your passionate kiss. she pulls back from the kiss wanting to be able to take you in for a second. her eyes look over your figure with so much desire and longing. "shit." she mumbles, her hands settle on your naked waist before they run over your stomach and up to your bra covered breast.

your hands under her shirt. "off, please." you whisper lifting the shirt over her head and she lets you pull it off and starts unbuttoning your pants. "take these off baby. i wanna taste you." she says looking you in your eyes, pulling your pants down as you stand over her. your hands clutch her shoulders as she stands up with you in her arms walking to her bedroom.

you place feverish kisses on her neck as she makes her way. you are dropped on your back on the the soft surface of her bed. she flips you on your stomach pulls you to the end of the bed before propping your hips up so your ass is in the air. she kisses down your lower back to your thighs. "this ok?" she askes you. you look back at her with your face pressed into the bed and nod with a hum, as she pulls your under wear off and uses her thumbs to spread you open.

you moan as abby licks your clit before sticking her tongue in you. you try to fuck yourself on her tongue before she pulls away, placing a kiss on your clit before rolling it around with her tongue, she pushes two fingers into you. you tremble and reach behind you to grab her hand that's gripping your ass. "baby, omg dont stop!" abby's not even sure if you meant to call her that but it sounds so good coming from you.

"say it again, princess," she stands up pressing her front against her back. she doesn't stop fucking you with her fingers and she rubs her thumb over your clit, "you like it?" you hump at her hand, "yes yes, i love it, baby." you lift your head peering at her face with your mouth hanging open, lewd sounds coming out.

abby presses kisses to the back of your neck as you cum on her fingers. she watches as your body shutters when you peer into each others eyes. she feels a burst of pride in being able to get you to come undone like that. hearing the way you talked to her was enough for her as she settles on her back trying to pull you to snuggle with her.

"what are you doing?" you ask her sitting on your knees. "oh im sorry. i shouldn't have assumed you would want to stay-" you cut abby off, "no no, its your turn." you say resting your hands on her pants buckle. "you don't have to."

"why wouldn't i?" you look at her confused. abby wasn't expecting to get anything back from you, most of the time women just took from abby, never wanting to give back but she should've known that wasn't you. your everything she has ever wanted. so she nods as she leans against her pillow and you pull her pants down.

you place your hands on her thighs obviously enjoying the thick, hard muscles under your hands. you kiss the inside of her thighs, biting them slightly; abby groans at the sight. you wrap your arms around her thighs before looking up at her and resting your head against her thigh. "you're beautiful."

abby cant help but blush at the compliment when you begin to slide her underwear off. you kiss around where she wants you before you suck on her clit, rolling it around with your tongue. abby whines and places her hand against the back of your head. "your such a good girl," she gasp out as her hips buck up into your face, "your always such a good girl."

your tongue slips into her hole and your nose bumps her clit just right so she rides and humps your face trying desperately to get off. she repeats your name over and over peering down at those beautiful round eyes. her hips start to jerk and you run your hands over her thighs as she rides out her high on your tongue.

"your so perfect." she whispers in astonishment. "im gonna tie you down, mama."

[clara-a7]

𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝘿𝙖𝙮 || F1 GRID

彡CONTAINS ; oscar piastri, charles leclerc, lando norris, franco colapinto, ollie bearman, kimi antonelli

彡WARNINGS ; fluff

彡SUMMARY ; you're the new journalist in the paddock, and every driver is discreetly surprised by your confident charm.

彡WORDS ; 1,2k

彡DISCLAIMER ; Everything written here is FICTITIOUS.

彡AUTHOR'S NOTE ; sorry if here are any mistakes, english isn't my first language!

⤷Oscar Piastri

You’re sitting across from Oscar during a media day interview, your notepad balanced on your knee, recorder blinking red between you. He’s composed, as always answering every question with that cool, methodical charm that’s almost become his trademark.

“How do you feel heading into the next race weekend?” you ask, tone professional but warm.

Oscar nods, fingers laced in his lap. “I think we’ve done the prep, and the sim work’s been really productive. It’s just about executing now.”

You hum thoughtfully, scribbling a quick note, then ask him another question. As you smile, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear, you wait for his response.

His answer falters.

“Uh yeah, sorry, what was the question again?” he blinks just once, then clears his throat with an awkward little chuckle. “My bad. Lost my train of thought.”

You tilt your head, amused. “No worries.”

The moment passes, but there’s a slight flush to his ears now.

Later, back in the team’s motorhome, his PR manager nudges him playfully. “Bit distracted in that last interview, weren’t you?”

Oscar just shrugs, sipping from his water bottle. “Yeah,” he murmurs softly, almost like he’s still thinking about you. “I wasn’t ready for that kind of beauty.”

His manager blinks. “Excuse me?”

He just smiles a rare, quiet thing. “Nothing.”

But it’s not nothing. Not to him, anyway.

⤷Charles Leclerc

You approach Charles during press day, notebook in hand, heart quietly buzzing. He greets the press with his usual effortless charm composed and professional, every answer precise and polished.

When you introduce yourself, there’s a brief pause just a flicker of surprise, like he wasn’t quite expecting someone like you today.

He answers your questions thoughtfully, his tone steady and respectful. Yet, his eyes keep drifting back to you, lingering just a beat longer than necessary.

“It’s your first weekend, right?” he asks, offering a soft, genuine smile.

You nod at his question.

“Great, I hope to see you around more,” he adds with a warm smile, his voice low but sincere.

You return a gentle smile, feeling your cheeks warm as he nods subtly and keeps his professionalism intact.

The interview wraps, and Charles excuses himself smoothly. Later that night, as you settle back in your hotel room and check your phone, you notice a new notification.

Charles Leclerc has started following you on Instagram.

Your smile widens, heart fluttering slightly. Maybe this weekend isn’t going to be so ordinary after all.

⤷Lando Norris

You’re wandering the paddock, a little lost, trying to find the media room when you accidentally bump into Lando near the McLaren motorhome. He stops mid-step, eyes widening just a fraction as he takes you in not rude, but clearly caught off guard.

“Hey! Uh… what are you looking for?” he asks, a playful smile already tugging at his lips.

You laugh softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m new here. Trying to find the media room, but I’m a bit lost.”

Lando’s smile grows warmer. “I got you. Follow me. It’s not far, and I know the place.”

As you walk together, the ease in his voice and the way he casually chats makes the paddock feel a little less intimidating. You realize he’s just as approachable off-camera as he is charismatic on it.

Later, during interviews, Lando tries to keep his usual confident, cheeky vibe. But you notice him glancing your way when he thinks you’re not watching just a flicker in his eyes that speaks louder than words.

There’s an unspoken connection growing quietly between you, soft and unexpected, making every encounter a little more electric.

⤷Franco Colapinto

You catch Franco just after qualifying, mic in hand and sun dipping low over the paddock. He’s still in his race suit, hair damp from the helmet, cheeks flushed with the lingering adrenaline of the session.

It’s your first interview with him, and you’re expecting the usual post-session rundown split times, track conditions, technical chatter. But from the moment you introduce yourself, Franco’s energy shifts warmer, softer, a little more playful.

“Nice to meet you,” he says, voice smooth as his eyes meet yours without hesitation. “You have a great smile, by the way.”

You blink, just slightly thrown, but can’t help smiling back. “Thank you. Uh great quali session. Talk us through the lap?”

He launches into his answer with ease, but there’s a rhythm to his words less like a driver rattling off data and more like someone painting a picture. He gestures with his hands, his eyes never really leaving yours.

Mid-answer, he leans in just a bit. “You new here?”

You only nod, caught in the way his attention feels entirely undivided.

Franco grins, gaze soft. “Thought so.”

By the end, you’re not quite sure who was interviewing who. He thanks you with a nod, that smile still lingering.

And as he walks off toward the garage, he glances over his shoulder already hoping you’ll be the one holding the mic next time, too.

⤷Ollie Bearman

Ollie’s usually confident during media sharp answers, relaxed posture, just enough charm to keep things light. But when you step up for your interview, something shifts.

You introduce yourself, smiling as you set up your recorder, and he freezes for half a second too long. Just long enough to notice.

“Right, yeah hi,” he says, clearing his throat, eyes flicking to your badge and then back to your face. “Let’s do it.”

You ask your first question, and he answers smoothly on the surface. But underneath, he’s completely thrown. Mentally kicking himself for being so obvious, for the way his gaze keeps drifting back to your eyes, or how his voice drops slightly whenever you smile.

He’s still answering everything right, still holding it together, but there’s a subtle shift in his tone like he’s trying just a bit harder to sound cool, even as his thoughts are a little scrambled.

You wrap up, thank him for his time, and offer a parting smile.

“Yeah,” he says, almost too quickly, “Hope I see you around more.”

Ollie walks away eventually, pretending like it was nothing. But in his head, he’s absolutely kicking himself for being so obvious.

Still… he finds himself looking around the paddock later, just in case you pass by again. Lowkey hoping you do.

⤷Kimi Antonelli

You approach Kimi after a solid qualifying run mic in hand, press pass swinging gently at your side. He’s already in front of the camera, arms crossed lightly, waiting for the usual questions.

You introduce yourself, voice calm and professional. He nods in return, polite but quiet, his gaze flickering down to your media badge, then off to the side.

The interview starts. His answers are sharp and to the point nothing out of place, nothing awkward. But there’s something in the way he fidgets with the strap of his gloves, shifts his weight from foot to foot, fingers tapping against his arm like he’s trying to stay grounded.

You ask your third question, and this time, mid-answer, he glances up and finally meets your eyes.

He freezes just for half a second. His jaw tenses, and there’s the faintest breath of hesitation before he continues speaking like nothing happened.

You wrap up, thank him, and he offers a quick “thanks” in return, already turning away.

Later, back in the garage, one of his PR manager nudges him with a grin. “She got you nervous, huh?”

Kimi mutters under his breath, gaze dropping, cheeks a little pink. “Didn’t expect her to be… cute.”

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© clara-a7 - all rights reserved.

[eyeheartboobiez]

shower sex w/ jason

ask: I’ve been craving backshots with Jaybird(possibly in the shower)and reader being blackout cockdrunk, I don’t know if you’re comfortable with degradation, praise/degradation or slightly mean!Jason so I’ll leave that optional(if you’re not comfortable with that forget I ever said that). And ofc filthy dirty talk is always welcome 😉

a/n: @nyxx01 IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG I HOPE U LIKE IT

wc: 800-ish

tw: subspace themes

"Shut up and take it."

The steam radiating throughout the bathroom was nothing compared to what was actually happening in the shower. What was supposed to be a simple wash after a night out, abruptly turned into something much more pornographic.

For hours now, Jason had been plowing into your entrance, not thinking too let up in the slightest. You were surprised the water hadn’t gone cold considering the two of you had been at it for hours now.

Despite the hot water cascading down your skin, your nipples grazing the tile of the wall, or even the slight clutch of Jason’s hand around your throat, you felt completely stripped of all your senses. 

Absolutely weak in the knees by now, your body had gone completely limp from being handled so brutally. The sobs of pleasure slipping from your lips were the only signs of life from you. 

As the rhythm of Jason’s thrusts shook your entire body, you were sure you’d have fallen over by now had it not been for his iron grip around your torso. "Jace,” you huffed, “Jus’ gimme a sec-"

A piercing smack shrilled through the air, loud enough to be heard between the pouring water and your shameless moans. You didn’t even realize how much your rear stung until you noticed callused hands teasingly rub at the stricken area, “Nuh uh, you don't get to talk. Not right now."

The vigilante moved to grip you by your elbows, his hips still thrusting at an unforgiving pace. Tears stained your cheeks as you began to cry, the saltiness of your cries somehow finding a way to stand out against the tap water around you. 

"Aww, you crying sweetheart? I thought you wanted to be treated like a whore t’night, hm? Thought this was what you wanted, baby.” His teases did nothing but add to your arousal, only hurting you on a surface level.

“I should just spread you open and pound you till tomorrow, huh?" He cooed. “I’d finally fuck the brat outta you. Maybe then you’ll start being good ‘fa me.”

You practically shuddered at the thought, desperate to be filled with more of Jason’s cum. His feigned sympathy made your eyes water even more.

However, that dream was quickly shut down. His sudden talkativeness was a telltale sign that he was close to reaching his peak.

Not even a minute later, you felt his hips shudder vigorously against your backside, the grip on you tightening as he was pushed over the edge. Ropes of cum pulsed from the girth between his legs, penetrating deep within your sensitive hole

“Mmmf, there we go.” Groans sputtered from his mouth, languid praises rumbling from chest, “That’s it hon, give it to me.”

Following him in sequence, you reached your final orgasm of the night. Your knees buckled and convulsions took over your body as you felt the climax rush through you. 

Before you could hit the floor though, the Gothamite was quick to catch you in his arms. Gently, he sat you down on the floor of the tub, making sure to angle you away from the pouring water.

Feeling the ground beneath you, your senses were slowly coming back to you. While you weren’t necessarily dickmatized anymore, your thoughts were still a bit hazy.

The water rinsing you down, a fresh towel drying you off, butter massaging its way into your skin; everything happened in a blur. But, even while your mind was still trying to catch up with the world around you, you knew that you were in good hands.

“C'mon doll, help me out a little here.” Blinking into reality, you looked to see you were sat on the edge of your bed, dressed in one of your boyfriend’s tee shirts. Jason was standing between your legs, attempting to wrap your hair for the night, but your drowsy figure was no help whatsoever.

Straightening up, you moved to make the job easier for him. “There ya’ go,” he muttered, the low timbre of his voice only lulling you further to sleep, “Look at you bein’ so good for me now.”

Once your mane was taken care of, you hastily made your way under the sheets, the soft fabric covering you in a blanket of warmth. After making sure you were comfortable, the batboy made his way over to his side of the bed, settling himself in right beside you.

Although, just as you were about to clock out for the night, Jason squished your cheeks together, forcing your eyes to meet his, "Maybe next time think twice before flirting with the bartender, hm?"

You knew he was still irritated with you, but the goodnight kiss he left on your forehead told you he’d get over it. Sooner or later.

a/n: this reads like a wattpad fic (derogatory)