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kumori-suwan · 6 months
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Kinktober Day 10: Public Sex with Tim Drake
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“T-Tim what if someone sees us?”, you whimpered, gently pumping his cock in your hand.
The raven haired hero smiled at you, kissing your lips sweetly. “Don’t worry love, nobody comes to this park at night. I just really needed to blow off some steam before patrol.”, he mumbled against your lips.
This was crazy, it really was but why was it so exciting? Just having sex while he was in uniform was horny enough but doing it in a public park in the middle of Gotham was definitely new. Tim was really an adventurous freak if you were being honest. Oh well no point complaining about it now, he unclipped his cape laying it on the grass for your to lay on. Once you did he leaned down kissing over your clothed pussy hiding under your cute little skirt.
“T-Tim I’m scared.”, you admitted, still unsure about doing it in this place.
“It’s okay beautiful, I’ve got you don’t worry. You’re so wet already I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”, Tim chuckled, he pulled your panties aside enjoying the way your folds glistened under the pale moonlight of the park. He pressed a sweet kiss to your clit, softly licking at the hidden pearl till it swelled and showed itself. You stifled your moans trying to keep quiet but Tim knew how to make you moan. He continued making love to your clit, slowly teasing you fingers into your cunt to stretch you for him.
“T-Tim I’m gonna stain your cape.”, you whined.
He didn’t really care, if it happened, it happened. Besides he wouldn’t deny that he wouldn’t enjoy having your lewd scent on him all night. “It’s okay honey, I want you to make a mess. Want you to feel so good.”, he admitted shamelessly.
You pouted at him only for him to pull away and lean up to kiss you, you moaned tasting yourself on his lips. He continued kissing you, rubbing himself against your wet folds until he finally sunk in nice and deep. You moaned against his lips, thighs shaking against his hips, you were fucking a hero in a public park god you were crazy.
“Oh Tim. It feels so good. You just pushed it in and I feel crazy already.”, you moaned against his lips.
He smiled at you through his domino mask, he knew you’d like this, it’d been something he’d been dying to do for ages. His hips began to move, gently pounding into your wet hole. You moaned feeling him fill you and he added to it by sucking on your cute nipples. Gloved hands wrapped around your waist pulling you close, he reached deeper, thrusts shallower than before but leaving just the right amount of pleasure pulsing through you cunt.
“So good Tim.”, you moaned quietly.
He could tell you were still nervous but you felt so good sucking his cock in with that vice like grip. Fuck he couldn’t believe how good it felt. He left your breasts alone after leaving them wet and marked with hickeys and bite marks. You both grinded against each other and pulled in for a kiss only to be startled by several loud laughs that sounded far to close for comfort. Tim quickly pressed himself against you, keeping you pinned to the ground as a group of drunk teenagers passed by. Thankfully the bushes and trees shielded you from being seen, you tried to pull away afraid of being caught but Tim didn’t let you. Even with the teens laughing and chatting so close Tim began to move his hips again, carefully not to be to loud. The way you clamped around him just to keep him still felt so good.
“It’s okay baby, trust me.”, he begged softly, kissing you to hush your choked moans.
You were shaking beneath him, afraid but excited by the situation. Tim’s hand reached down to play with your clit helping relax you for the delicate pounding he made into your pussy. The teens were still close but you felt to good to stop, “Tim harder, harder I’m so close.”, you pleaded with him. How could he deny you, with your teary eyes and blushed face. He nodded his head and tossed both of your legs over his right shoulder. He pounded into your cunt, slapping a hand over your mouth to keep your moans and screams muffled. He talked you through it, feeling your inner walls pulse around his shaft, he praised you for being a good girl while he waited for the teens to leave.
“They’re almost gone. Almost, just hold it baby. Hold it all in for me.”
You nodded your head below him and squealed into his hand feeling his cock bully your insides. You were sucking on him so hard he almost came but he had to wait. He wanted to hear you, he wanted to listen to you scream his name while you came.
“Ride’s here let’s go idiots.”, one of the teens screamed.
Tim could hear the group running but didn’t let go of you until he was sure they were gone.
“Baby hurry, hurry flip onto your stomach and raise your hips.”, he ordered.
He pulled away his hand watching you flip onto your stomach on all fours, you waved your hips at him, watching the eyes of his mask scrunch up in delight.
“Almost there (Y/n), I’m so close. You’ve gotta cum with me, you’ve gotta cum pretty girl.”, Tim rambled, he pushed himself in with one thrusts and started pounding viciously into your cunt. You squealed feeling him reach so deep, you threw your ass back against him meeting his thrusts.
He moaned loudly slowly coming undone inside of you, each thrust slowly milked his balls of heavy load. You trembled below him, shaking your hips to add to the pleasure.
“Oh fuck I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”, You squealed.
Tim nodded, focusing the last of his thrusts on pleasing you. He fucked you through your orgasm leaving you trembling mess below him.
He pulled out just as he began to cum and squirted over your ass and back. He loved seeing your peach shaped ass glazed with his cum.
“How you feeling (Y/n).”, he purred kissing up your back.
“F-felt really good. Tim I can’t feel my legs.”, you sighed.
He chuckled and fixed himself back into his suit, he pulled your soaked panties back over your pussy and carried you back to your apartment. He left you with his black card and told you to treat yourself while he finished up patrol.
“I’ll be back later (Y/n), this time without the hero suit.”, he promised, kissing you silly one more time for good luck.
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redflagromance · 6 months
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For the sheer fun of it, we wrote some DC Kinktober content. Please enjoy!
STRAY CAT SLINK
This is a multichapter work, so far with content for days 1, 3, and 4 of Kinktober. Used prompts are Leather and Latex, Roleplay, and Lap Pillow.
Summary:
Tim Drake is the first to put together that the Red Hood is Jason Todd, who he had been totally normal about most of his formative years. So normal. He can't leave him alone. He's doing this to help him, promise.
Meanwhile, Jason Todd is just over his head with a crush on this horrible little cat.
Story is rated E but content so far is only up to T or maybe M. Chapter 4 will earn that E rating.
Read it here!
GET EVEN (AND MAD)
This is a story for day 2, prompt Boot Kink, rated E.
Summary:
Tim comes to Jason asking for help tracking down Batman in the timestream. Jason has a counterproposal. One of them is over their head, really fast.
Read it here!
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visionsofmagic · 5 months
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day 17: jason todd [thigh riding]
࿓ synopsis • while begging jason to start fuck you, you discover how you can get the pleasure you seek from riding his thigh.
―❦ nsfw, f!reader, brat!reader, pet names, begging, clothes on, red hood!jason, punishment, watching, jerking off, good girl/bad girl dynamic, ‘is all I guess? • 0.7k • who didn’t think about riding jason’s thigh whenever you see his MASSIVE thighs. mmh, delicious. enjoy! [kinktober m.] + the last work for the second week of kinktober 2023, yaaay! feel so good to come this far & the last week of it is close to the gates – open your horny sides for the rest of ‘em – see you in the last week/the week of games! *kiss* & thank you for all!
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“really?” he mocks you, a smirk on his attractive face, eyes full of entertainment, understanding what you try to do after he declines the offer of fucking you – he gives you a punishment for being a brat, calling him here, having only a tiny dress on you, exposing every part of your delicate and soft body to his eyes to make him want to bend you over, starting fuck your greedy clit – he indeed has the desire to do that. however, you need to learn your lesson for making him worry about you in a way you should not.
“jay –“ his name leaves your mouth as a pray, so sweetly that his cock twitches with pleasure inside his pants as you sit on one of his thighs, palms on his well-built abdomen with muscle, holding them dearly as a source of steadiness. “please – please – I need you!”
he doesn’t say anything, only watching you while leaning to the chair he’s sitting on – eyes darting between your soaking pussy on his thigh and half-closed eyes as you roll your hips forth and back, holding him tight, biting your lips to keep your loud moans escaping.
“need me? you’re looking you’re having what you need pretty,” his long fingers hold you by the chin, making you look down at the mess you’re making on his massive thigh, the hips moving on their own – the warm feeling is coming because of both his clothed thigh and your naked pussy rubbing it. the painful motion makes the pleasure you receive get higher and higher until you begin to bounce on him like a mad girl, rubbing still from time to time.
the edge’s closeness comes sooner than you expected it to be – it feels so different to fuck you on his thigh while jason has his fisted hand under his chin, the elbow on the side of the chair, looking at you with a smirk on his face – his clothes make you go shy suddenly, making you feel so exposed – so weak.
for him – you will always be weak, and this is known by both of you. the knowledge makes jason put his free hand on your hip, moving it in sync with your movement – cock getting harder because of seeing you trying to make yourself cum – and only by using his thigh without even getting permission.
he chuckles deeply, voice huskier than ever, eyes on your face – bouncing breasts with hardened nipples, pussy clenching and soaking wet, dark circle on his pants, and your moving ass cheeks from sides. “what a mess you’re making out of yourself on my thigh baby,” he hold you by neck now, closing the gap between your bodies as he pulls you into himself, smirk is still there, burning you alive. “and only by riding my thigh, huh? always a brat, greedy slut for me, aren’t you princess?”
nodding, you close your eyes, breaths hitting your face, sending another source of warmness into your core, making the climax you seek to reach its highest point.
harder you ride his thigh, the more his cock grows bigger inside his pants – a bulge appears visibly, and he can’t hold himself back from jerking himself off above the clothes – hand moving up and down rapidly, same pace as your hips.
and when you look at it, you moan his name loudest, coming undone at the exact moment he holds your hand and makes you hold his bulge, his dripping precum creates a darker color on his pants.
“fuccck – jason!”
he doesn’t wait for you – to get yourself together, get the power to open your blurry eyes, and witness the great amount of wetness you created – your cum drips from his pants onto the floor, chest raising up and down, hot breathes hit his chest you put your forehead on.
by holding your hair gently, he makes you look at him – a pride blooms in his face, sending chills, “what a bad girl,” he remarks, “ride herself on my thigh and cum shamelessly while I was trying to teach her a lesson. even though I like how you look right now, I don’t want my girl to stay ignorant. so, do you want to be my good girl again, slut?” he asks, the grip on your hair getting tighter.
nodding mindlessly, you let him pick your body up – with bridal style, he holds you, walking to the bed you share. “then, you will lie down and take my cock inside your warm pussy princess. you are the reason why my dick is dripping now after all.”
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❦ tagging: @lilvampirina & @snowprincesa1 & @dookiemeshibear & @chloee0x0 & @marmar-c *lots of kisses!*
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uc1wa · 7 months
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☆ KINKTOBER ‘23 ☆
welcome to xi’s kinktober schedule! enjoy your stay
CONTENTS CONTAIN DARK THEMES
OCT. 1 … PUBLIC SEX, SEX POLLEN WITH DICK GRAYSON
OCT. 6 … HATE SEX , BREATH PLAY WITH JASON TODD
OCT. 11 … OVERSTIMULATION WITH JAIME REYES
OCT. 17 … KNIFE PLAY , GUN PLAY WITH JASON TODD
OCT. 24 … CORRUPTION , DADDY KINK WITH GETO SUGURU
OCT. 28 … DUMBIFICATION , BREEDING WITH TOJI FUSHIGURO
OCT. 31 … SLUTTY UNI!BOY HALLOWEEN!
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benkeibear · 6 months
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⋆꙳✧༄ His favorite pet
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❖ Character: Mahito
❖ Reader: female | AFAB
❖ Wordcount: 2.6k
❖ Summary: Mahito loves to experiment on you simply because you let him - loving how he pushes past your limits and pleasures you beyond belief.
❖ WARNINGS: DARK CONTENT! sub!reader, slapping, dacryphilia, clit slapping, bondage, tentacles, choking, throat fucking, spitting, humiliation, degradation, penetration with tentacles, anal, overstimulation, womb fucking, squirting
❖ A/n: the list of warnings is so long oh my. I'm not even sorry
꒰ ͜͡➸ Back to Kinktober Masterlist
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Mahitos eyes went wide when he saw the way you were looking right at him instead of through him like everyone else. He knew right that moment that you will be his, if you want to or not so he gave you a silly grin while waving at you. Talking to him was so easy, he would always have interesting topics to discuss for hours as time flew by whenever you two hung out, always listening to you, always agreeing with you without making it too obvious but before you knew it you were craving his company. You fell so hopelessly in love with the man who did nothing but sweet talk you, luring you in and giving you a sense of being heard and seen along with this false sense of security - his plan worked. He's not a master of manipulation for nothing, not even surprised that you were seeking out his attention all the time, almost addicted to it like a lost puppy.
The fact that he wasn't human didn't even surprise you when he broke the news to you, already aware that he was a little different from your average man but you never once minded, finding it quite appealing actually. Mahito’s lighthearted attitude along with his dumb jokes never failed to make you smile, always pushing you to your limits or having you be the butt of the jokes. It was playful banter to you, an experiment of how far he can take it for him. Testing you… you were never more than just an experiment to him, while you called him your boyfriend in such a loving way it always amused him. Your giggles lit up his heart but he wouldn't admit it, blaming it on everything but you. He's a curse after all, made out of hatred… he can't love.
It was just a question of time until he took these little experiments into the bedroom though and before you knew it, you found yourself pushed far past your limits but his sweet encouragement in your ears made it bearable. “You're taking me so well. Just a little bit more, cupcake” he chuckled and rubbed little circles on your clit to distract you from the almost unbearable pain he caused with his slaps to your thighs and ass - skin painfully sore to the point where it's bleeding. But you were his good girl, his perfect little human, you didn't want to disappoint him so you took everything he had to give despite your cheeks being stained with tears. Seeing you this broken, eyes all red and puffy from crying and far out of your comfort zone got him hard like nothing else, knowing he had you in the palm of his hand like a little puppet he can control made him feel invincible. The orgasm that followed was earth shattering, little slaps to your over sensitive clit gave you a high like never before after getting edged for hours on end, drooling on yourself and the bed beneath from the exhaustion and barely noticing how Mahito cleaned you up with utmost care, bandaging the wounds he caused before kissing each of them. “Can't have you breaking from this… you did so well for me” he praised while wrapping you in a fuzzy blanket and cupping your cheek to prevent you from moving while he kissed your forehead with a tender kiss. The collar around your neck jingled when you moved to cuddle up to the curse, a tired smile spreading over your lips at the reminder that you're his and he is yours - your name carved into his soul and there to remain.
You didn't need to know that even if you ever used the safeword, he wouldn't stop. It just existed to give you this false sense of security but worry not, he would never quite literally split you in half. Mahito was so much sweeter with you than with any of his experiments before, adoring you for the way you wanted his love so badly, how you humiliated yourself just to get some words of praise from him. All you were to him was a little project to study humans on, liking to see your reactions to various things and how you seemed to mind it less whenever he encourages you, how the unbearable pain suddenly became bearable with simple praise never failed to make him laugh, how desperate you cling onto his words to guide you out of it and towards your sweet reward for being such a good little human to him. He could own you and you would thank him for it, making him feel like a god.
This was your mistake - trusting him to never take it too far, that he's doing this for your pleasure rather for his curiosity but this mistake is what made you end up in this delicate situation. Your hands were tied behind your back, a spreader bar preventing your legs from closing as Mahito manhandled you onto all fours, a sickenly sweet smile on his face when you just let him move you the way he desired, not thinking much of this since he does this a lot. Your eyes locked for a moment while he caressed your cheek with his hand until something changed…
You tried jerking your head away when you felt these cold and slimy appendages slither over your cheek instead of his beautiful slender fingers you loved to feel on your body. “Hold still now, bunny. You don't want to get hurt… or worse, now do you? He asked in a playful tone, letting his fingers - now tentacles slither over your face and neck. Tears started forming in your panicked eyes, the sensation of tentacles on your skin new and frightening when they slowly started choking you. Mahito was laughing menacingly as he watched a fresh wave of fear mixed with disgust wash over your face when one of the appendages slithered over your lips which you pressed into a thin line. “You need to open that little mouth of yours… or i might let them go through your nose” He hummed in amusement, proving his point by letting one of them move towards your Nostril. Your head was shaking violently from side to side, panic increasing as your tears streamed down your cheeks in thick streams now and he sighed, one tentacle pushing into your nostril to let your know he was serious while a look of disappointment started forming on his face - His once so obedient little human suddenly refused him.
Every single hair on your body was standing from the feeling which caused you to reluctantly open your mouth, the tentacle immediately removing itself from your nose and slithering over your lips, slowly ascending into your awaiting mouth. Your body was repulsed by it, gagging wildly at the salty taste the slime left behind on your poor tongue, making sure to rub itself all over your wet muscle so you had no other choice but to taste it. “Look at you, taking it like a good girl. Now close your pretty lips around it, treat it like my cock you love so much” He chuckled but it turned into a laugh when you were pleading him not to make you do this but Mahito wasn't asking you, he was demanding so you behaved like his good little human and did what he wanted, sucking on the tentacle as if its his cock. It took everything inside of you not to gag when you felt a second one slide into your mouth and down your throat, moans from your lover filling your ear when he saw how beautifully your throat was bulging from the intrusion until he decided you had enough, taking the tentacles out of your mouth and kissing you forceful, his tongue invading your mouth like the slimy tentacles did just seconds ago.
His face showed pure euphoria upon tasting your saliva mixed with the salty taste of his tentacles. His kiss distracted you from the way his other hand transformed now too, letting slender tentacles slither over your naked body that was at his mercy until you couldn't ignore the cold sensation anymore, crying out for him to stop but still not using your safeword, which would have been useless regardless. Mahito positioned himself behind you, your ass still propped in the air, your face now resting against the mattress. Wet tentacles slowly slithered over the globes of your ass and along your thigh, ultimately resting at your folds to pull them apart, giving your lover a perfect view of your pretty slit. “Look at you, little pet. Crying and screaming but your cunt is drenched” he mused, smirking at your miserable frame before spitting onto your core that was fully on display for him which made you whimper out of humiliation, feeling his saliva along with your juices slowly dribble down your thighs and staining the mattress beneath you. He was right - it felt disgusting and you wanted it to stop but at the same time it felt so good to be forced into submission by him, letting him do everything he wanted to your body. Unbeknownst to you, a moan slipped out of your lips when one of the tentacles slowly wound itself through your folds, missing every sensitive spot on purpose. This made Mahitos wolfish grin spread further, the tentacle stopping dead in its tracks, resting right next to your bundle of nerves. “What a naughty little thing you are, bunny. Enjoying this like a needy slut” He whispered the degradation in your ear before wiggling the slimy appendage over your clit in a barely there touch, making you cry out from the weird, yet intense sensation.
The way your juices mixed with the slime of the tentacle caressing your clit made it unbearable to you, whines and moans cascading out of your mouth in a desperate way, needing a little more to tumble over the edge than just the feather light touch but Mahito heard your prayers, the slimy appendage now adding more pressure to your sensitive clit, making your jaw slack with a silent scream. The wetness of it aided as lube, easily flicking over the nub until it had you screaming out loud in pleasure, the knot in your abdomen finally snapping and Mahito laughed at the mix of emotions on your face, pleasure and disgust when you realized just what gave you this mind blowing orgasm and that this would not be the end. Your fears were correct when you felt four tentacles play with your entrance, taking turns on slipping in the tiniest bit until two of them slithered in to spread your cunt open, opening you up for the third one. A scream escaped you, begging him to stop but it was only amusing him further, letting the tentacle grow in girth as it slowly pushed itself inside of you. You felt every nub inside of your walls and the way it wiggled inside you let you feel things you've never felt before. “There you go. Give up your little fight… accept the pleasure it brings” Mahito cooed, feeling the way you slowly stopped clenching around the tentacle, making it much easier
To slip it further inside of you, the two smaller ones which spread you open slowly joined the thicker one and stretching you further than you've ever experienced.
Your jaw hung wide open at this sensation, one tentacle pressing against your sweet spot as the other two rubbed against your walls and prodding at your cervix to give you pleasure. With your eyes closed you slowly allowed the sensations to make you feel good, another tentacle playing with your clit again had you whimpering for more, growing greedier by the minute. “Awh are three inside of you not enough?” your lover teased and slid another one back into your mouth to fuck your throat but this time you welcomed it, sucking on it like a pacifier. It muffled your moan when you felt another tentacle enter your stretched cunt, but there was no pain, the little appendage rubbing your nub made sure you're enjoying it all as two more sucked and pulled on your hardened nipples. Pure ecstasy spread through your body, moaning loudly around the tentacle in your mouth but your eyes shot wide open when you felt another small one massage the ring of muscles at your ass, slowly prodding into your puckered hole. “I can't believe you let a disgusting tentacle take your little anal virginity, aren't you disgusted by it? By yourself for feeling this much pleasure?” Mahito asked sinister as he pushed it further into your behind but you only shook your head - it didn't hurt and you the disgust was long gone. You knew he didn't mean it, he loved the way you were so eager to please him by letting him do everything to you, he would never shame you for feeling pleasure since that's exactly what he wanted, for his little experiment to discover new pleasure and the way you slowly succumb to it.
The torturous assault of tentacles lasted hours, your holes stretched and your poor body begging for a break from the continuous orgasms Mahito brought you with his newest experiment. “Give me one more and I'll let you rest” he cooed, pushing against your sweet spot repeatedly with a smaller tentacle as the thick one nestled itself into your womb, making you feel as full as never before. It was enough to have you screaming until your voice was hoarse and with a last flick against your clit he had you squirting all over the bed again, taking one tentacles after the other out of your abused cunt until only one remained on your clit along with the other inside of your behind. “I need to see you break, bunny. Think you can cum again just from this?” He asked, nibbling at your neck while one of the slimy appendages kept rubbing your clit as the other one thrusted into your puckered hole. Your head was shaking violently, overstimulated to the point where it started to be painful but you still didn't use the safe word and allowing him to continue with this torture until he had his fill from seeing you cum over and over just from the anal penetration until you passed out.
You don't know how long you were gone but your legs were aching, your holes sore which reminded you that this wasn't a nightmarish wet dream - it really happened and you felt like crying when Mahito pulled you closer into his arms. “Did we go too far today, my bunny? Does your tiny body need a break?” He cooed in a fake sympathy but you still appreciated his care, nuzzling your face into his chest to return to the safe space in his arms. You knew he didn't want to hurt you and he didn't, at least not physically. “You did so well for me today… such a good girl. My perfect little human” he whispered as he played with your hair, hoping you can fall asleep soon since he already cleaned you up while you were unconscious. Mahito may be a curse created out of hatred, unable to love but he felt something towards you, something that runs deeper than just his curiosity - your name was carved into his soul after all.
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gatorbites-imagines · 5 months
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Kinktober day 27
Bruce Wayne + cock cages
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Schools killing me, I am so tired rn 👍
Kinktober 2023 masterlist
Bruce stood amongst the many attendees of whatever Gala it was he was taking part in. It was one of many he had to attend during this time of year, so many people to greet and so many hands to shake, as surface level conversations passed from person to person, in some weak attempt at comradery.
But only about half his mind was on the Gala and people around him, instead he was more deeply focused on the metal constraint weighing on his crotch. You two hadn’t seen each other for a few weeks, both busy with your work, as heroes and during the day.
Bruce wasn’t sure what had come over him, but around halfway through the third week he had started sending you pictures and texts that he knew would get in trouble, but he couldn’t help himself. From pictures of him in just his tight black briefs, to him in even less splayed out on the deep red silk sheets of his bed. Every picture he took was planned and posed just right, showing off just what he knew got you going.
It awoke some giddy almost bratty part of him when you texted him back warning him about punishment, part of himself that Bruce thought didn’t exist anymore at his older age, but you lived to prove him wrong. When you finally reunited again, you gripped onto his shirt and pulled him to his bedroom, Bruce almost stumbling along after you as excitement and arousal bubbled in his gut.
But as you kissed and licked and bit, never once did you actually grab his cock. Even as you sat him in your lap and pinched and twisted at his nipples, or sucked hickeys on his thick pecs, even as he groaned and whined, his hips lifting off the bed in search of any semblance of friction.
Instead, you just kept teasing him until he was a dripping wet mess, the crotch of his boxers and slacks wet and sticky to the touch. But in the end, you didn’t bring him any type of completion, just laying down on the bed beside him and pulling out your phone, scrolling through different work emails or notifications.
Bruce found himself feeling almost wild as he scrambled into your lap, trying to gain your attention as he gripped onto your chest, his blue eyes misty and lip red from all the biting he had done to it. As he tried to grind against you, you wound your arm around him and pulled him down against you, letting out a displeased noise that had him going slack almost immediately.
This kept up for a few more days, you teasing him and kissing him, but never touching him where he wanted you the most. The closest Bruce got to it was when you pressed up against his back and rolled your hips into his ass as he was working on the batcomputer, but the touch was gone as quickly as it came, leaving him aching even more than before.
The lead to this night, as he stood getting ready for yet another gala he had to attend. As he did his tie, you came up behind him and wound your arms around his waist, the small touch almost having Bruce keening and buckling at the knees from the gut burning need he had for you and your touch.
“I have a way we can end this little game, what do you say?” you mutter against his neck, Bruce finding himself nodding before he even heard what you had to say. But it had been weeks apart, and now almost a week of you teasing him any chance you got. He knew it was his own fault for teasing and sending those pictures, but just the thought of going another day almost had him in tears.
That’s how he found himself on the bed, an ice-cold rag on his hard cock as you dug through the drawers beside your shared bed. Bruce had gasped as you placed the rag on his dick, but the metallic clinks of the item you were messing with made it obvious what you had in mind. Bruce found himself gulping nervously as he caught sight of the cage, made of stainless steel and custom made for his specific size and needs.
His legs shivered as you removed the rag and got to work securing the cage around his cock, the coldness keeping him from getting hard immediately again, and when he could feel the heat returning the padlock of the cage snapped shut. Bruce exhaled shakily as you wound the kay around your neck, placing an almost loving kiss against his tip through the cage.
He twitched and gasped as you patted his caged cock a few times as you got to your feet, the grin on your face a little cocky as you watched Batman himself writhing against the sheets. “Come on Love, we have a gala to go to” your voice as thick with want yet teasing as you stepped away from him, moving to get dressed up yourself.
Bruce needed a moment before he shakily got to his feet, tucking on the clothes needed. It was only experience that kept it hidden that he wasn’t feeling as even footed as usual, but your hand on his lower back kept him steady, even when your thumb rubbing against his lower back had him shiver softly.
Through the whole night he could feel his cock ache against the bars of his cage, trying again and again to get hard as the smallest touch from you set his senses alight. But no matter how hard he tried, it was impossible, and he could almost had cried as you finally left the Gala together.
As you got into the drivers’ seat of the car, Bruce took his spot in the passenger side, his hips softly rocking against his own wishes like his body just couldn’t take it anymore. A soft chuckle left you as you placed a hand on his thigh, your hand dangerously close to his still locked up cock as you drove back towards the manor, soft mutters of praise leaving you as Bruce tried to keep himself presentable. He knew from your praise that he had done good, he could only hope you would keep up your promise and finally touch him, whenever you decided to take off the cage, that was.
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bucky-barnes-lover · 5 months
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Kinktober day 17: Henry Cavill
Lumberjack! Henry Cavill x Wife!reader
Warnings: SMUT!! 18+, Poorly written Oral (m receiving), Slight Praise kink, Slight Size kink
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The sound of wood being cut echoed around the tin shed. I stood in the doorway watching my husband cutting up firewood.
"Dinner's almost ready" I yelled to him, over the noise.
"I'll be inside in a minute, love" He responded. His silky british accent sent shivers down my spine.
"Okay. I'll set the table." I responded, feeling my face heat up. I could tell Henry was smirking as he watched me walk away. He knows I get all flustered when he calls me Love.
I could hear him chopping a couple more blocks of wood as I made my way inside our cozy cabin, out in the forest.
The table was set and dinner was laid out on the table.
"Could you please put some more wood on the fire, Baby" I asked him as he brought in the sack of wood and placed it near the fireplace.
"Yep. Was just about to do that." Henry grunted as he kneeled down to place more wood on the flames.
"What's for dinner, Love?" He questioned as I took his bowl.
"Shepherd's pie, Your favorite" I advised seeing his face lit up with a huge smile.
We had dinner in peace, complete with a glass of red wine and small talk.
Henry offered to do the dishes as I went for a shower.
I lay on our bed, cozy in my silk pajamas and the warm fluffy blanket.
Henry came out of the bathroom, shirtless with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
I inhaled, my heart stuck in my throat. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the wetness.
"Cat got your tongue Love?" Henry asked as he saw my reaction. He was undeniably big underneath all those clothes and not just his height.
"I want you to fuck me" I whispered, without thinking twice.
"What was that love?" He smirked,
"I want you to fuck me, Henry" I stated, sounding a lot more stubborn than I thought.
"My dear girl gets all wet and turned on when she sees her man, so much bigger than her" He mocked, removing the towel from around his waist.
His huge cock sprung free. Hard and ready, I got on my knees without question and wrapped my hands around him. Spreading the precum along his cock before taking him in my mouth. Henry let out an animalistic growl while I worked my tongue around him. Taking him even further in my mouth, gagging a couple times but never once backing out.
"Fuck love. You feel so good" He moaned as he grabbed a handful of my hair and started thrusting into my mouth.
Drool seeped down my chin onto my pj's, moans escaped my lips. Finally I let him out of my mouth with a 'pop'.
Before I could comprehend what was going on, Henry picked me up and threw me on the bed, sliding my pajama shorts and panties down my legs.
"You were a good girl just now. Continuing being the good girl I taught you to be" He growled before sliding his thick cock through my folds. I didn't even have time to adjust to his size before he started thrusting in and out of me. Feeling me up so good, causing me to scream his name.
"Fuck Henry" I moaned as he worked himself in and out.
"Don't cum until I tell you to. Understand that Love?" He questioned, staring me dead in the eye. I nodded pathetically, basically begging for release. Henry started rubbing my clit with his thumb.
I felt myself coming closer to my orgasm, but just as I was about to cum, Henry pulled out of me. Leaving me feeling suddenly empty.
"Why'd you do that for Hen?!" I asked angrily. He just smirked in response. "Because the only way I'm going to let you cum is by my tongue." He replied coldly.
And that was how it ended.
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Better Than Revenge
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Kinktober Day 7- Fear Play
warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT- noncon, kidnapping, violence, drugging, mentions of sexual assault, revenge porn, non-consensual picture taking, stalking, forced breeding, blackmail, AFAB!reader, bondage, humiliation, pain play, degradation, vaginal fingering, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, 18+ minors DNI
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You enjoyed your time at college. You made many new friends, partied, joined clubs, and learned a little along the way. It was fun for a freshly eighteen-year-old, but by the time the end of your senior year came, you were ready to move on to adult life. Since then, you don’t think about college much in your daily life. Your college friends are now just your friends, and your better days are still to come, not behind you.
That’s not to say you never think fondly back on a memory or two here and there, but you’re so busy with your job at the DA’s office that you don’t have time to be hung up on the past. Others, you’ve found, do still live in the past.
Dr. Jonathan Crane, the chief psychiatrist at Arkham took notice of you when you first started working for the DA. Crane was not well-liked by your boss, seeing as he always managed a way to get the criminals you were trying to put behind bars an insanity plea. While he was a frustrating legal enemy, you never had anything to do with the man outside of the courtroom, or so you thought.
After a long day of court and debating with Crane, you were walking home from the office late when a metal pipe cracked over your head and you fell to the wet pavement, out cold. When you woke, you found yourself in a damp, cold warehouse with Dr. Crane looking on from a chair, dressed in a lab coat. Fear spikes in your stomach when you see the man in front of you. Being in your position, there’s only one explanation for why he would be here as well, though you can’t imagine why.
You are bound and gagged; your arms are wrenched in an uncomfortable position above your head and your wrists are tied to a chain from the ceiling. Your mouth is covered with duct tape, effectively suppressing any screams. Your toes just barely touch the floor, which puts a horrible strain on your arms, but there is no use fighting against the bonds.
When Crane notices you regain consciousness, he stands from his chair and approaches you. He gets close to your face and looks into your slightly hazy and unfocused eyes, his own piercing ones making you tremble under his gaze.
“Don’t struggle, you’ll hurt yourself,” he says, voice eerily soothing for a kidnapper. “You know, it’s dangerous for a girl like you to walk alone at night. This city’s a dangerous place, you never know what kind of creeps could be lurking in the shadows.”
He grins a sick, vile grin that makes your skin crawl. Crane reaches out and tips your chin up with his cold pointer finger. He moves your face from side to side, examining you, checking for any damage he might have done. His thumb traces the duct tape over your mouth, finding the seam of your lips and touching you like a doll.
“I’m surprised you’ve kept your looks with how you used to party,” he says casually. You furrow your brows in confusion but you’re unable to question him. “Though I’m sure your liver isn’t what it used to be.”
Before you can ponder his words, Crane walks behind you and you can hear the sound of metal tools clattering together. When he reappears, he is holding a pair of sheers and wears a sadistic smirk. He roughly grabs the hem of your blouse and cuts it up the middle, exposing your bra. He then cuts the fabric of the sleeves so the garment falls to the floor, leaving you topless.
You want to fight back to get this sick creep off of you, but you figure it’s best not to provoke the man with scissors against your skin. Instead, you’re subjected to his eyes ogling you.
“What a thing to wear to work,” he says, amused. “I’m sure this can’t be comfortable. Were you wearing it for an occasion?” he asks, fingers tracing the delicate lace of the band. “Surely not a date. I know you don’t have a boyfriend, and I don’t think you’re the type of girl to put out on the first date.”
You wonder how he could know you don’t have a boyfriend when the realization hits you. He knew what path you took on your way home, he knew what time you’d be leaving the office, and he knew details of your private life that you haven’t shared with anyone but your friends. He’s been stalking you.
“Maybe you had other plans for lunch with your boss this afternoon. Dent is quite the looker, and I’ve seen the way he looks at you. What his poor wife doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?” he asks with a smirk. “You really haven't changed.” You’re not sure what he means by that, but you’re not sure what any of this means.
Crane then moves the sheers to the hem of your skirt and makes a small cut. Instead of cutting all the way up like he did with your blouse, he drops the scissors, grasps the skirt, and starts to slowly tear it. The sound of the fabric ripping is deafening in the near-silent warehouse, and fear threatens to rise in your throat as he creeps up your thigh. His eyes watch the exposed skin intently as he undresses you, clearly gaining some kind of pleasure from this. When he reaches the top, he lets the skirt fall at your feet and now has an unobstructed view of your matching underwear set.
“Oh,” he chuckles, “what a surprise. I guess you did have big plans.”
He slips his finger underneath the elastic band of your panties and snaps them back against your hip, making you jump. Your skin breaks out in goosebumps from the cold air and you squirm as you try in vain to hide yourself.
“You don’t mind if I look under these, do you?” he asks, tugging on your panties again.
Up to this point, you haven’t protested, figuring it was better to cooperate, but you can’t let him violate you like this. You let out a muffled “no” and violently shake your head as you try to move away from his touch. Crane only laughs and moves closer to you. You kick him in the knee and he curses, but it doesn’t do much to deter him.
“You can’t fight me off. All you’re doing is making this worse for yourself,” he hisses. You try to scream, but with the duct tape sealing your lips, it’s no use. “Do you have something to say?”
You plead with your eyes and he reaches up to grasp the edge of the duct tape, but he takes it as an opportunity to be more cruel. He rips the tape from your lips, surely taking skin with it.
“Help!” you scream, “Somebody help me!”
Instead of ordering you to be quiet or suppressing your screams, Crane just laughs.
“Scream all you want, no one’s going to hear you. Not like anyone would care if the world was down one useless bimbo anyway.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you doing this to me?” you shout, your throat feeling raw from the strain.
Anger flashes in Crane’s eyes and his jaw clenches. You continue to thrash and scream, and despite what he said about no one caring, he tightly grabs your waist and steps on your foot to keep you from moving. His face is now only inches from yours and you get the idea to spit into his face. It won’t do much, but it’s the only thing you can do to deter him.
Crane hisses and lets go of your waist to wipe the spit out of his eyes, and when he looks back at you, his eyes are glassy and his dark eyelashes are clumped together.
“You fucking bitch,” he bites. “You’re lucky I haven’t hurt you yet.”
The vague threat does frighten you, but you have many questions that you demand answers to.
“Why the fuck are you doing this to me, Crane?” you ask again.
He laughs bitterly. “Of course you don’t know. You probably have no clue what you’ve done to me. The hell you put me through.”
He leans his weight on the foot crushing yours and when you wince, he grabs your jaw tightly, squishing your cheeks together and forcing your mouth open.
“I don’t know,” you say as best you can.
“You don’t remember college?” he asks. “Your sorority sisters and their fucking jock boyfriends tormenting me. How for years you made my life a living hell just for existing outside of your perfect little bubble.”
His face is twisted into a snarl now as he recounts the memories that drove him to his actions tonight. “I thought the bullying would be over when I got to college but it was so much worse. My door would get vandalized every fucking day with insults and crude images. You and your group of whores spread all kinds of rumors that I was crazy. You said I was a psychopath, a pervert, a sadistic killer who got off on seeing women in fear. Everyone believed it. Everyone.”
As he explained his story, your memory was jogged. You remember a short, skinny guy from college who wore thick-framed glasses and carried a satchel to class. He was awkward, made uncomfortable eye contact, and often made himself the target of ridicule. He had a vast knowledge of science and medicine and was very interested in the mind’s reaction to fear. You never knew his name, only ever referring to him as “Peeping Tom”, which was kind in comparison to some of your friends’ nicknames for him.
“I was an outcast for four fucking years. I couldn’t transfer, I couldn’t afford any other school. Not like you could ever understand that. I accepted that I was a social pariah, but then you went and ruined my fucking life even more,” he hisses.
You didn’t notice the knife in his hand until the point was against your chest, too lost in his rage-filled eyes. You now remember more of what he’s saying and you want to apologize and assure him that you’ve changed, but he seems past the point of reason.
“October 2nd, 1997. I was in my room studying for an exam when you showed up at my door. You were clearly drunk and you came onto me. You promised me all kinds of things and pushed me onto my bed and sat on my lap. You kissed me and took off my shirt, then put your hand down my pants and took my dick out. That’s when your hoard of sluts and every guy you’ve ever fucked barged into my room and took pictures. They spread them to everyone, and it was all because of you.” he hissed. “I was labeled the creep, the predator, the pathetic virgin who thought he could make it with a sorority girl and it was all your fault.”
The man in front of you was shaking with anger, his voice trembling slightly as he recounted the memory. The blade trembled in his hand and dug slightly into your skin, but the pain from the knife was overpowered by the icy feeling of fear.
“Jonathan,” you say meekly, “That was almost a decade ago. I-I’m so sorry I did that to you, I don’t even remember it. I promise I’ve changed.”
“You don’t remember it, that’s exactly why I have to do this. You’re never going to forget again.”
You whimper in fear as he brings the knife up to your neck. The blade bites at your skin, catching when you take a breath.
“Please don’t kill me,” you whisper with your eyes squeezed shut.
“Oh, I’m not going to kill you. That’d be such a waste of a warm hole.”
His words are disgusting and degrading. They make you want to shiver out of your own skin and run as far away from him as possible. Luckily, he removes the knife from your neck and takes a small step back.
Crane reaches into his pants pocket and takes out a small digital camera. Your eyes widen when you see it, immediately catching on to what he plans to do to you. He powers the camera on and points it at you, smiling when he sees your pixilated form on the display. He clicks the shutter and a light flashes.
He lowers the camera from his face to reveal a wicked smirk. "It doesn't feel too good, does it?" he asks. "Well it's about to get a lot worse for you."
He kicks your bare ankle with his foot, making you wince as your legs spread. He laughs cruelly and does the same to the other foot. Your legs are open uncomfortably, giving him easy access to what you're desperate to hide from him.
His fingers, long and cold, push through your folds and into your cunt without warning or preparation. He fingers you despite being dry to start, but you slowly get wetter in response to the intrusion.
"Still such a slut even after all this time," he says. "I'm not surprised you're so loose."
He fingers you roughly, seemingly unsure of how to do it, or maybe he just cares that little for your comfort. His nails catch on the ridges inside of you and the poking of his fingers scissoring make you wince. Thankfully he got his fill of that quickly, and pulled out his wet fingers.
He brings them to his nose to sniff, then wipes your wetness off on his pants. "Smells like whore," he says.
Without any further words, Crane reaches down and grabs you by your ankle and pulls it off the floor. You yelp as you lose your balance and your bonds tug on your shoulders. Crane then hooks your foot on a strap that also comes from the ceiling. He then does the same to your other leg.
Now you're suspended in the air, cunt on display for him and helpless. Crane takes out the camera again and takes more pictures of you spread out.
"I have waited so long for this."
Crane wears a sick, wicked grin that does not falter as stands between your spread legs. His hands work his fly open and quickly he frees his cock. It's already hard and the flushed tip is leaking, just from the torture he's inflicting onto you.
"I knew after that night that you would be my first," he says as he rubs his head through your folds. "Weather you wanted to be or not."
Your breath catches in your throat when he pushes into you bare. He goes slow, likely for his own sake so he doesn’t cum too soon, but whatever mercy he shows you doesn’t provide any comfort.
Once he’s fully seated inside of you, he begins to rut. Erratic, inexperienced thrusts to chase his own pleasure inside of being conscientious of yours. His eyes are half lidded and laser-focused on your breasts.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
With each thrust, the makeshift sex swing he has you in rocks, making the chains that hold you creak. You worry that you’re going to fall, but you suppose that would be better than a knife in your gut.
Crane’s cock bumps against your cervix which makes you whimper from the discomfort, but he thinks it’s out of pleasure.
“You like that? You like taking my cock like a fucking fleshlight? Didn’t think you’d be so easy, but I guess all it took back then was a spot on the football team to get into your pants.”
Crane is indeed using you like a fleshlight. He alternates between thrusting into you and holding onto the chains to move you over his cock. It’s humiliating, painful, awful, but he’s no longer threatening you with a knife.
He pulls out the camera again and points the lens at your pussy where it’s stretched around him. Then he backs up the camera a bit to capture your full form, contorted by the chains.
“W-what are you gonna do with those?” you ask with your broken voice.
“Exactly what you did to me,” he growls.
“No! No, please, you can’t do that.”
He grabs the chains and slams you down onto him, sending him impossibly deeper.
“You ruined my life. Now it’s your turn.”
“My career will be over! Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t send those to anyone!”
You’re begging shamelessly, sobbing and snotty, but none of this seems to turn him off. In fact, he seems to enjoy it more.
“I’m sure Dent would be interested to see what you get up to after hours. Of course, your reputation would be ruined once the rest of the city sees your messy cunt.”
All you can do is cry and shake your head.
“I know you’re good friends with Bruce Wayne. Maybe I’ll tell everyone that he did this to you and ruin you both. Wouldn’t that be sweet,” he says.
His voice is raspy and low; he’s clearly very affected by the pleasure of using you and you doubt he can hold on for much longer.
“I-I’ll do anything, Dr. Crane. Please,” you say between sobs.
“Hmm,” he hums.
Crane grabs your breast roughly and squeezes, digging his nails into your soft skin. You hiss and your face screws up with pain. He then slaps it repeatedly until you show signs of more discomfort.
“Please,” you beg again.
“It might be nice to have a friend at the DA’s office,” he says with a smirk. “Especially one that would bid in my favor, lest some dirty pictures get out.”
Blackmail? Jesus, he’s fucking sick. Though you suppose the threat of releasing them is better than him actually doing it.
“Yes, yes, I’ll do it. I’ll help you out, just please don’t send them,” you say frantically.
He fucks you even more erratically now, like he can’t decide if he should edge or finish himself off.
“Are you scared?” he asks, voice frighteningly low. You nod in response. “You’re scared of me, the loser you tormented in college? Don’t you regret that?”
He’s speaking so quiet and slowly like he’s trying to hypnotize you. You nod along with what he’s saying, figuring it’s better just to agree.
“You’ll regret it for the rest of your life. Every time you look at our bastard child, you’ll see my face and regret what you did to me.”
That catches your attention. Our child?
“W-what?”
“You thought I kidnapped you just to cum in my hand? I’m gonna fill you up until you’re leaking with my fucking cum. Oh, and you know that little pill you take every day? I switched that out weeks ago. This little womb is as fertile as ever, and you’re going to give me a baby.”
Your stomach flips and you immediately feel nauseous. He tampered with your birth control? That means he was in your house. He could have put cameras up, bugged the place. You have no idea what he’s truly capable of.
Tears being to stream down your cheeks again. You feel so violated, so helpless. He doesn’t wipe away your tears or even tell you to stop crying. He just watches as he fucks you.
“I’m gonna cum,” he growls. “And you’re gonna take it all.”
He leans forward to press his forehead to yours, forcing you to look deep into his eyes as he fills you with his cum. The wet, hot feeling of it flooding your insides makes you feel sick, and he continues to fuck himself through his orgasm which makes the cum froth and leak down your holes.
He stays seated inside you, keeping you plugged so the sperm has time to take. Crane is breathing heavily but he doesn’t once look away from you.
"Good girl," he mutters. "Good pussy."
You sag in relief when he finally pulls out. Your cunt aches from his rough treatment, and not in the fun way. Your arms and legs hurt from the bonds, but that appears to be a pain you won't soon be free from.
Crane walks back over to the chair he was sitting in when you first woke up and takes a seat. "I'll keep you here for a couple days so you can't go off and take one of those pesky morning after pills," he says casually.
"Y-you can't. They'll notice when I don't show up for work," you try to reason with him.
"Oh, don't worry about that. I called on your behalf and told them you had a family emergency. Something about grandma and her heart," he says. "I've taken care of everything."
You don't doubt that he has, and that scares you. He rests his ankle on the opposite knee and looks at the pictures he took on the camera.
"Now all you have to do is stay out of my way in court, and no one will ever see these," he grins, letting the camera dangle from his wrist by the strap.
You nod in understanding. "Good girl."
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Day 11 of Kinktober: Swimming Around With Arthur Curry
Pairing: Arthur Curry x fem!reader
Warning: making out, eating out
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Arthur took me this magical place that I’ve never seen in any books or the internet before but it looks so majestic and the plants, never seen before either.
“Where are we?” I say still looking around at the place.
“This is where I became king of the ocean.” He says behind me.
“Really? Where were you at in this place when you became king?” I turn around and said.
“Right down that pond.” He points at the pond.
“What’s down there?” I question.
“The Karathen.“ He whispers in my ear.
“Is that where we’re going to, is that why you brought us here?” I look at him.
“Oh god no, we’re going over there.” He points to a waterfall.
“That looks gorgeous.” I look at the waterfall.
“You wanna go for a swim?” He asks.
“Yeah sure.” I said.
Arthur and I get undressed and Arthur dives into the pond where the waterfall is. He pops out of the water and swims up to me.
“The water feels great Y/N/N.” He says.
I look at him and then look at the water, I get in the water and the water does feel good! Arthur wraps his arms around my body to guide me where he’s going to. I lay my head on his shoulder, holding on to him as well.
We get behind the waterfall and the wall looks like it has crystals all of it, it looks beautiful.
“This looks beautiful Arthur.” I unwrap myself from Arthur.
“Not as beautiful as you.” He smirks.
I look down and chuckle.
I sit on a small edge where the wall of crystals are, Arthur swims towards me and getting up to my level, I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around my waist. I hold him close to make us be nose to nose.
“How you feelin’?” He says in a deep voice.
“I’m fine.” I chuckle.
“You wanna try something?” He whispers in my ear.
“What?” I ask.
He looks at me, he leans in and kisses me, I smile in the kiss, I wrap my legs around him and he takes us to a different wall. I tug on his hair and he kisses my neck which made me moan.
He stops kissing my neck and looks at me with those blue eyes, he goes under water and I can feel him touch my body and I feel something inside me, how can this be possible? I moan even louder and I can feel him touching me under water and his tongue touching my clit. He continues to do this for a minute or two and then I hear something in the water even though the water fall is so loud I feel like nothing can hear me scream in pleasure.
I stop Arthur from eating me out and to make him see what I’m hearing, it’s a fish that I’ve never seen before in my life.
“Y/N/N, you don’t have to worry about what’s going to happen, I’m here to protect you.” Arthur says cresting my cheek.
“Arthur I’m scared about anything in this area and I’m just scared something might happen to me with who or what is out there.” I said holding him close to me.
“That’s why I’m here to protect you, animals can understand me and I can understand them, believe me Y/N, I love you so much, I wouldn’t let a bug get near you.”
I think I’m blushing, he’s so sweet to me and he would kill anything if someone or something would try to hurt me, I love him.
“Arthur, can we kiss again? I actually feel safe with you when you do that.” I softly touch his hair.
“Anything to make my girl happy.” He smirks.
He kisses me and it felt like we were kissing for hours but it felt like it was 6 minutes. I felt things surrounding us but I kept on kissing him, I feel so safe with him.
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jason todd x fem!reader
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he’s going crazy, actually going crazy and he wouldn’t change a thing. because he’s with you— in you, hips thrusting while you claw at his back.
he’s here, finally home, in your arms and your sheets— god, he could wax poetry about it, the feeling of your cunt around his cock, your legs locked behind his back, the heavy panting and moaning against his lips—
you. you and him, something he would’ve only imagined in his dreams and darkest fantasies. you and him, so close together.
and he— and he wishes for this moment to never end, your high pitched whines like drugs to him, he wishes it to never end, the way you call out to him.
he can only grit his teeth, because— oh, because he’s going insane, batshit crazy when you’re here for him, all ready and wet, ready for him to take, to fuck, to make you scream. scream and shake, but he doesn’t stop, picking up pace while you violently shudder beneath him.
you sob and plead, beg for him to stop, but he ignores it. he knows you look the best when you're teary and sensitive, body jerking, as if not being able to decide if moving away or closer to the pleasure is better. he knows you feel the best when you're finally coming down from your nth orgasm, voice raspy and your pussy irritated, overwhelmed and overstimulated but feeling oh so good.
and he doesn’t feel bad, he justifies it with this being the way romance and love is to him. making you his, both body and mind, his and his alone, the beloved of jason todd.
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Pairing:  Omega Dick Grayson x Alpha Male Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 1506 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 1 - Last day of an omega’s heat and their alpha is TIRED Note: Woo it is octoberrrr Tags: established relationship, creampie/breeding, knotting, overstimulation, off-screen consented somnophilia, blacking out, riding and aftercare bath
Your name was sung from the bedroom, the sweet tone not giving you the warmth it usually did. “Wait a moment!” You called back as you added some cold milk to your steaming coffee. You gave it a good swirl and took a sip. Once you had determined it would not burn your throat to a crisp, you chugged the pint as fast as you could. 
“Alpha,” your husband whined as he came over to stand in the doorway to the kitchen. You sighed. You loved him so much, but his heats were long. Dick was fine at the moment, just still unbelievably horny and cranking up the AC to fight the furnace his hormones turned his body into. 
“I’m coming,” you sighed as you put the beer glass into the sink. You had barely turned around when your omega cornered you against the sink. His nose was in your neck, taking deep sniffs, burying itself into your scent glands. “I can’t believe you’re out here walking around after we just fucked for hours,” you whined as you draped your arms over Dick and rested your body against him.
Dick had started peppering your neck in kisses. His pheromones were keeping you from just tapping out and calling a service. This wasn’t the first time you spent Dick’s heat together, but each time you forgot how Dick’s stamina was far greater than your own. “I just can’t get enough of you,” Dick purred as he started leading you out of the kitchen. You followed him back to the bedroom. The whole room smelled of sweat and sex, empty 2 litre water bottles scattering the floor, along with dirty towels, clothes and wet wipes that have long since dried out. “Just lie back, alpha, I got it from here,” Dick mused as he pushed you onto the dirty sheets. You couldn’t care less, you were still dirty from your last romp anyway. 
You hadn’t bothered putting on clothes while you had gone for your coffee break. It gave your partner free access to your limp cock resting against your thigh. Dick didn’t waste time putting it in his mouth. You expected him to make quick work of getting you hard again, but he just lied there, face buried in your pelvis as he suckled on your soft cock. You let out a sigh, thankful for the gentle and slow start. You reached down, running your fingers through Dick’s hair while he brought you gentle pleasure. 
Your body relaxed. Warmth all around you. The mattress dipped nicely. You pulled a pillow down to rest your head on and… yeah you dozed off. You didn’t know for how long, but when consciousness found you again, the first sight that greeted you was Dick deepthroating you, his spit encasing your cock and dripping down your balls. He looked at you, teary eyed, and smiled with his mouth full of cock when your eyes looked back at him. The omega pulled off and wiped his glistening lips. “Looks like my alpha is ready to go,” he joked as he shifted. You registered about three words of that, but the meaning of whatever he said was of no importance as you felt his wet hole slide down on you. He was hot inside, the heat almost scorching you. 
A long whine left your lips as you let your head fall onto the pillow below your head. Filthy words of praise left Dick’s mouth as he panted on your cock, riding it like he had been waiting on it for ages. You were exhausted beyond imagination, but somehow you were hard as a rock and even bucking up into your omega. Dick used you like a dildo, not thinking about your pleasure at all as he grinded his hole down on you, while stimulating himself with a hand between his spread open legs. “Slow down, please, I am not going to last long like this,” you panted, lifting your head to behold the epitome of lewdness. 
Dick had his eyes closed, mouth open to let out the moans that bubbled up from where he found himself in heaven. “Yes, please, knot me again,” he begged, body moving rapidly like he had an undepletable source of energy. He did the exact opposite of what you asked, desperately seeking that which scratched the itch of his instinctual needs. “Please, alpha, please,” he almost screamed, lost in the pleasure of being filled and the hunger for more. He needn’t beg. You were at his mercy, at the mercy of his heat. 
You tried to think of unsexy things, determined to hold on a little longer, but your mind drifted to Dick sucking your cock while you had a little nap. You were bound to fall asleep on him again some time soon and you hoped he would continue to use your body like he had before. It was a train of thought you should not have entertained; the tension in your abdomen snapped and you pulled Dick down onto your quickly-swelling knot. Relief washed over you as you groaned and pumped another load into your mate. Dick howled, lost in the pleasure as he kept riding you. What started as a nice milking, quickly turned into torture. The man on top of you did not stop. He kept riding your knot, his hole so stretched that it almost slipped out with every lift of his hips. “More, more, more,” he begged, hands landing on your chest. His face hung over yours, his tongue slipping out as his eyes crossed. You tried to hold him still, but his hands grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. 
You struggled in his grip, but there was no energy left in you and Dick was not exactly your typical frail omega. You begged him to stop, to not stop, to… Anything. Your words met his ears, but never reached his mind, brain too fogged up on pleasure to register a single word coming from you. Miracles still existed when you found yourself orgasm again. Your body went slack, giving up and just taking it. Dick has been fucked so much the past few days, he could lift himself off your knot and then force it back inside. You barely registered the mess he was making on your torso. Pleas wanted to make themselves known, but you could only scream while you swimmed in the ocean of pleasure and pain. 
Did you cum again? You had no idea. At some point, things went black. You never saw the way Dick did not even realise you had blacked out from the overstimulation. You never saw him cum on your cock over and over until it wasn’t hard enough to ride anymore. You never saw him rub himself all over your thigh, getting off on your skin again, humping you like a dog. You never saw him watch your sleeping body while he fisted himself to give himself the feeling of being knotted. The only thing that reached you were his repeated cries of your name that influenced your dreams. 
When the morning light reached through the crack in the curtains to touch your face, you woke with a pounding headache and a mouth as dry as a lesbian at a sausage party. You blinked the sleep out of your eyes, vision a little blurry for a moment. You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking around the room. There was a bit of water left, but the bottle was at the other side of the room. Your eyes scanned the room, anxiety growing within you when you did not see your partner anywhere. “Dick?” You called out, voice rough. 
“Bath!” A reply came from the distance. You let out a sigh of relief, climbing off the bed to get to the water bottle. You chugged the last bit as you almost limped to the bathroom. The small room was filled with the scent of sandalwood and vanilla. You could see the steam come off the hot water in the tub, but your lover seemed unbothered by the heat. When he saw you, he reached down to pull the plug. You waited as Dick let the bath empty a little, before turning on the cold tap. When he deemed the bath at a suitable temperature for you, you joined him, the water splashing over the side, but neither of you mentioned it. 
“It’s still hot!” You complained as you settled with your back against Dick’s chest. Your omega chuckled and wrapped his arms around your middle, holding you against him, while you let the hot water relax your exhausted body. 
“This is as cold as I am willing to go and you know it.” You hummed in reply, closing your eyes, ears now finally able to notice the soft jazz that echoed off the bathroom tiles. “Don’t sleep. I will make you breakfast once I can stand straight again.” You didn’t hear him say it, already snoozing in that overheated bathtub. 
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Kinktober Day 29: Phone Sex with Dick Grayson
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Being a night shift nurse in Bludhaven was far to stimulating, there was never a dull moment and even after being off for an hour already you couldn’t seem to sleep. You needed to make yourself tired but how could you? A familiar caller ID lit up your phone screen making you smile, “Hi babe.”, you cheered into the phone.
“Hey sweetie, just wanted to make sure you made it home safe. If I didn’t have patrol I would’ve picked you up.”, Dick apologized into the phone.
You smiled, he was far to sweet to you.
“I’ve been home for an hour, forgot to text you sorry. Hey…how long do you think you’ll be out tonight?”, you asked nervously.
“Just a few more hours, why you miss me?”, he teased.
You laughed at that comment, “Yeah…yeah I do. I miss you alot. I wanna be with you, hold you in my arms and just whisper the night away with you.”, you admitted.
A pleasant hum sounded from his side of the line, “I miss you too (Y/n), miss holding you after one of your long showers. Miss getting to kiss your pretty lips after you’ve taken off all your makeup, love seeing you bare faced and natural for me. I need to take you on a date soon.”, Dick sighed.
“You say that all the time, I’m not all that pretty y’know. I need to make up to look pretty for you.”
“No you don’t baby, your natural beauty is more than enough for me. I love the way your eyes scrunch up when you smile, I love the natural blush that paints across your face when I compliment you. I love your little beauty marks and your blemishes. I just love you so much.”
You smiled at his kind words, “I love you more Dick. Really wish you were here already. I just wanna kiss you all night long and hold you.”
His husky chuckle sounded across the line, “Sweetheart you know I can’t control myself if you kiss me to much, I get needy and then touchy.”, he confessed.
You giggle agreeing with him while you fall onto your shared bed, you fall onto his side just to take in his scent that’s soaked into the sheets. “Yeah you get grabby, squeezing my thighs until I laugh since I’m ticklish. Then you kiss me some more until…until…-“
“Until we can’t stop ourselves and just make love?”
Your face heats up, “Y-Yeah that. My lips feel all tingly now because of you.”, you whine, touching your lips with your fingertips.
He lets out another husky chuckle and suddenly falls silent, you’re curious by his sudden silence, “Dick what are you doing right now?”, you ask nervously.
“Taking a break, sitting on some random skyrise and talking to my beautiful wife.”, he responds in a breathless tone, “H-How about you…what are you doing?”
“Laying in bed, on your side since I miss you so much.”, you take a nervous breath as a bad idea pops off in your head, “I-In one of your shirts.”
“Yeah? In my clothes? You miss me that much (y/n)?”
You hum in agreement, suddenly feeling hot and bothered by the sound of his voice.
“Yes, love having you close. I really wanna kiss you right now…like…like we did a few nights ago.”
He groans into the phone, remembering the dirty little night you were talking about. Just a week ago he’d kissed you and it lead to a passionate sex crazed frenzy at the Manor during a Gala. He was jealous of the men talking to you and pulled you away asking you to kiss away his insecurities. You did, staining his lips and face in your lipstick, one thing lead to another and before you knew it, you’d fucked in one of Bruce’s offices and it was perfect.
“You know I’d love to do that again with you, actually I promise I will when I get home.”, he sounded so confident and sexy as he swore this to you.
Your thighs clenched together, your body slowly growing hotter to the sound of his voice. Were you tired or horny, you weren’t to sure anymore.
“I’d really like that, I love when you take your time prepping me. Honestly you shouldn’t be that good with your mouth.”, you giggle.
Dick’s eyes go wide behind his mask from where he is, he’s catching on to what you’re trying to do and it makes his heart skip a beat. A devilish smirk lifts at his lips to the idea of you getting off on his voice. He lets his voice drop a but lower for you and speaks with an airy tone, “Can’t help it, just love seeing you in so much pleasure. It’s so cute when your thighs tremble as I kiss your clit and your taste is just so addicting. My tastebuds are over the moon when I drag my tongue through your wet folds.”
His words send a deep pulse to your core, you whine into the phone recalling the way his tongue feels against your pussy.
“Yeah…yeah I love when you eat me out, you’re just so messy but I can’t stop you. The way your eyes get all dark and focused makes me so wet for you. My favorite part is when you’re tongue fucking my little hole and glaring up at me with those pretty blue eyes, fuck I love how predatory you look between my thighs.”, you moan, sliding a hand between your thighs, you’re soaking through your cotton panties and you need more.
“I do get worked up because of you, but it’s because you’re so pretty and perfect. You look so good squirming when I split you open with my fingers. You take three in before I can’t take it anymore. One by one I fill you and rub your sweet spots, can you do that for me baby? Can you finger yourself for me please?”, Dick asks, he sounds so breathless on the other side. He hears shuffling, your getting comfortable for him, then he hears it. The sticky wet sounds that he adores, he moans to the sound of your slick cunt filling his ears.
“I’m so wet for you.”, you admit, putting him on speaker so he can hear the loud wet squelches of your dripping hole.
“Fuck…y-yeah you are. Sound so wet for me. What’s got you so messy? Were you having fun without me sweetheart?”, he teases, trying to ignore the aching pulse in his heavy balls.
You whimper into the phone, pumping and curling your fingers into your cunt.
“No. No (y/n) not like that. You can’t rush baby, that’s not how I do it.”, Dick scolds you, hearing the rushed sounds and whiny sounds of your voice.
“B-But I need you so bad, I need to cum so bad.”
Dick chuckles into the phone, “Then you’ll do as I say right? You’ll follow daddy’s orders right?”
He hears a whimper on your end, you pull your fingers from your cunt and roll them gently against your clit.
“Bully your clit for me baby, pretend it’s my fingers working you. You know how I do it, I’ve seen you trying to replicate it before, nice and slow, tight little circles into that cute little pearl between your legs.”
You do as told, stimulating your little clit for him and whining his name. Dick is about to lose himself, he rushes and contacts someone from the family to cover him the rest of the night.
“Good girl, slow now. Don’t forget to play with your nipples like I do, you know I love sucking and pulling on them.”, he chuckles.
You giggle and agree with him, adjusting yourself into a much more comfortable position. Your free hand glides up your shirt exposing your breasts, you focus on the sensation in your nipples and clit and sigh with pleasure.
“Feels good but it’s not the same without you. Wish I could be with you, I wish I could just sit on your face and let you work your magic on me.”, you moan.
“Don’t say that, you know how much I love you taking charge.”, Dick whines, the outline of his cock in his Nightwing suit is so obvious now.
It’s pulsing against his stomach but he has to resist touching himself, your breathy moans ring in his ears making his legs tremble.
“Baby girl please, tell me what you’re doing.”
You moan again, plunging your fingers back into your cunt, “C-Couldn’t help myself, had to fill my lonely pussy. I’m fingering myself, I’m going slow I promise. Just filling myself so I’m ready for you when you get home. In and out, in and out, just like a good girl.”, you sigh, taking a picture so he can see for himself.
The moment he gets the photo he curses outloud, breathless and needy to the sight of your creamy pussy being split open by your cute fingers.
“(Y/n) I’m gonna suck your fingers so hard when I get home. Gonna taste you on them and fill you up with my cock.”, he whines.
You giggle into the phone, fingers still pumping into you, “Only if you let me milk your cock with my mouth, love feeling you squirt all over my tongue. The way you moan for me when I make a show of swallowing your load is just so cute.”
Your hand leaves your breast and travels down to your little clit. Pinching and rubbing at the little bundle of nerves, you lift your hips just a bit to reach that sweet spot inside. You moan into the phone, listening to Dick praise you.
“I-I love you so much.”, you moan outloud, imagining your fingers to be his.
He repeats those sweet words to you and begs you to cum for him. You whimper, raising your hips just a bit more to hit that spot that would send you over the edge.
“Are you cumming (y/n), are you cumming to the thought of me? I can’t wait to see you, promise I’ll make it up to you for making you feel so lonely.”, he pants for breath into the phone.
“I-I am! I’m going to cum, I’m doing it for you. Doing it for my husband.”, you gasp rolling onto your stomach to bounce your hips back onto your fingers.
The loud wet sounds of your pussy fill the phone, along with your sexy little moans. Dick is rushing home, swinging from building to building on his grappling hook and racing across rooftops.
“Hold it in baby, I’m almost there. Promise we can do it together.”, he speaks in a hurried tone but you’re almost at your peak.
“C-Can’t wait…praise me more. Tell me what you’ll do when you get home.”, you beg sweetly.
“(Y/n) I swear I’m going to pound you into the mattress. You’re going to have to call off work tomorrow because I’m gonna be fucking you in positions you’ve never even heard of before. I’m gonna make you scream so loud the neighbors will call the police and even then I’ll answer the door with you riding my cock!”, he shouts, already able to see your apartment building in the distance.
God that thought alone pushes you over the edge, your legs and hips shake as a powerful orgasm washes through your pussy. You leave your fingers inside, mesmerized by the feeling of your spasming walls constricting around them. Dick moans with you, hearing the familiar sounds of your orgasming body in sheer pleasure.
“Oh sweet girl yes! God I’m going to burst!”, he moans into the phone. You accidentally hang up on him, having rested your cheek against the end call button.
You wanted to whine and call him back but a loud thud against your windowsill made you jump in fright. Your window flies open and Nightwing is glaring at you as he hops in. You can see the outline of his cock in his suit and notice the wet stain soaking through the fabric.
“I thought you were still o-“
“Get on my cock and ride me, if I don’t get to cum in your pussy within the next five minutes I swear you’ll regret ever making that call.”, he purrs darkly, stripping of his suit and mask until only your chisled bodied husband stands before you.
Your legs quiver at his sudden aggression but it’s nothing a sweet kiss can’t cure. He falls into your embrace and kisses your lips, sinking his cock into your gummy walls. He’d hold you all night long because after all you did miss him.
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funnyexel · 5 months
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imagine your ex is dark superman...
“I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”
He utters lowly, his warm breath dancing on your cheek as you tremble under his gaze. The coldness and stuffy feeling of the room, effecting your mental.
“you- you're acting crazy.” Swallowing thickly, you hesitantly look up to his darkened eyes, afraid of this unfamiliar man.
As the adjective left your lips its like his eyes lit up in the slightest. Almost in a twisted amusement at the negative connotation. Feeling your legs wobble as you slide down the wall he pushed you against, he follows your movements. Lowering himself down with you as his hands loosely hold onto your biceps.
“why? why this?” You were limited to a few words at a time, the icky feeling you feel under his gaze, stopping you from expressing yourself how you usually would. And he could tell. You're not as talkative as he remembers.
Stooping down, he studies your scarce movements. And all he wants to do is kiss the tears off your cheeks, and take you out your fetal position. Carry you to his bed, caress your goosebump ridden skin gently, so gently you won't believe your eyes when you watch him undress you with such patience. He wants to move his large hands down your thighs and squeeze on the soft skin, gently. Remember?
He wants to show you how gently he can be when he licks your pussy, not like a starved man but as a past lover that desperately wants to rekindle the forcibly blown out flame. He will delicately hold your legs down and make you cum on his tongue until you're shaking for a more pleasurable reason.
He wants to pound the idea of you getting back together into your head, permanently.
But then again that's a want, not a will....
Yet.
You stare at him, wanting an answer. Obviously not noticing how he mentally disassociated by the innocent look in your eye.
"I love you."
He says.
"I love you so much. I gave you time. Three years, to figure yourself out and you still needed a push to come back to me. You need me, baby."
He states firmly, speaking down to you as if you're an under developed and confused teen. Shaking your head, while you eye him in disbelief. You don't know how to respond.
"You love me baby. Say it."
He inches closer to your face. Glancing down to your lips and back up to your wide eyes.
"That's all you have to say and it's all over. We stop this silly little game of chase. Okay?"
He utters these words, which successfully make you feel insane. Looking up to his dreamy blue eyes and defined jaw, a dangerous combination with his deep and husky voice. You feel your thoughts being overtaken by his corrupt words. His warped thinking seeping into your mind and making you his little toy. Even with your kicking and screaming, he'll make you his again. He'll do what he wants.
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day 10: bruce wayne [car sex]
࿓ synopsis • bats fucks you in his batmobile to teach you a lesson after you disobey his order.
―❦ nsfw, autonomous driving, one has clothes on one hasn’t, suited!bats, batmobile, markings, car riding, possessiveness, jeaolusy, pet names, swearing, master kink, rude!bats, identity dilemma, inner toughts, spanking, begging, brat taming, clothes full on/off, kissing, ‘is all I guess. • 1.9k • thought comic bats while writing but you can imagine this with any version of batman as you like of course. enjoy the beginning of the second week of kinktober event, hope you will like this week too! [kinktober m.]
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“bats – please –“ as the gotham’s city’s night lights pass behind the black windows of the batmobile you’re in, your own voice gets silent by the loud sound of the road, yet, they reach to his ears that are covered with his black batman mask. “it’s too much –“ 
the man under you stays still even when his actions don’t stop – fingering your clit, he seems like he doesn’t care about how you’re sitting on his lap, soaking onto his black bat suit, getting wetter each passing time – having no dress on you makes the situation more sinful, especially when he has his own armored suit on, even the mask is still covering his face and ears – his bat ears is a source of balance for you to hold onto while taking his fingers as if it’s the first time he does this.
you have no idea how this man makes you feel stranger to being fucked by him whenever he has you like this – weak yet so powerful because of the whole situation.
it should’ve been a peaceful night, a simple mission – yet, it turned into something more, and you were the one to blame the moment you began to flirt with one of the guests to distract him. you were doing what he told you to from the other line of the call, giving instructions one by one with the help of the device on your ear. it was going all right until the man got interested in you, buying you drinks, joking around, and asking if you would like to follow him to do upstairs. 
you didn’t yet you had to act close to the man to get rid of him because bats told you to leave his side immediately. your mistake was taking that decision; putting one of your hands on the man’s shoulder, raising on your feet, and whispering something into his ear before leaving. apparently, this made bruce go mad – causing him to give you a lesson that you had to learn right away.
the moment you entered the batmobile, he took you onto his lap, taking all your clothes from one to another, looking darker than ever – hands fast, lips kissing yours so passionately that you believe your lips begin to bleed, the suit remains on as he begins to finger you – he just opens the zipper of his armored pants, leaving his hardened cock visible to your eyes.
wanting to touch him, your hand goes to his cock, yet, it is stopped in mid-air. he doesn’t waste any more seconds, slapping your clit, he adds, “you had to earn it. you will not get it until you beg for it.”
now here you are; already cum for one time, its hints still on your thighs and his pants, however, he doesn’t stop – you know he waits for you to beg – you try not to beg, stubborn, believing you did nothing wrong, but, it’s too much – he knows every point to make you beg – the vigilante know your own body more than you do.
when he hits your g-spot with only his gloved fingers, again and again, you cry out loud, “bruuuce – aggh – please -!” the words go out of your parted lips on their own as your hands grip his bat ears strongly, bouncing on his fingers when he doesn’t move them. the knowledge of making a mess out of you doesn’t reach into your brain, so, you continue fucking his fingers – his dark-colored eyes look up, a smirk position on his attractive masked face, mocking you. “please! I need youu – aggh!”
“pathetic,” he remarks, “bouncing on my fingers as if they’re my dick,” a chuckle breaks the lewd sounds – the outworld out of the batmobile is long forgotten. “want it so much? want me to bend you over, fuck you in this car?”
without thinking, you nod rapidly, eyes half-closed, your second cum drips onto his fingers, high hits the body, feeling a bit exhausted yet ready to take his thick cock now. 
your mind can’t comprehend what he’s doing but in a moment you find him lowering his seat, opening enough gap between your bodies and the batmobile’s front. 
afraid of falling into the surface, you try to hold his shoulders – still can’t believe you fucked yourself on his fingers and cum onto them when he talked dirty. the power – the effect he has on you is incredible! the mind is so dizzy because of him that you realize what he has done after a moment, your widening eyes look at the front mirrors of the car, seeing the road in front of you – the scene changes faster than you think – you swear the car moves like a lightning. 
the reality hits your face similar to the feeling of cold water washing your body over on a hot day. however, you can’t focus on it when bruce’s gloved and wet hands position on your waist, highering your ass up, pulling your body closer to his face.
when you hold onto the wheel to stay still, excitement and shock blurring the last cramps of your mind, fear of going in an extremely fast batmobile makes your blood boil – yet the trust you have for bruce is there, strongly holding you. his low voice reaches your ears after a while, and his hot breaths wash your pussy and ass holes that clench around nothing, making you jump in pure pleasure. “you disappointed me,” he says, “you disobeyed a direct order from me. that man meant nothin’ to me but disobeying – oh – what a bad choice y/n.”
you couldn’t wait any longer, knowing his one step away from licking you, lust takes control of you, and you begin to say how sorry you’re – how you didn’t mean to – both you and bruce know you did mean to, to get his attention, to get this side of him, because you’re a brat of him who he will tame.
“keep your begs for forgiveness for later. you have to prove to me that you’re capable of obeying me, you pretty brat.”
“anything, I will do anything for you bru -!” a slap to the ass, a slap to the pussy – scream escapes from your lips. “bats! just give me an order, will do it – just please – please fuck me already!”
“in that case,” he says, not licking you, making you pout in disappointment but when he lowers down your body, his cock’s tip meets with your aching pussy’s folds, he clicks a button, the engine slows down a little bit, the wheel of the car gets closer to you. “hold the wheel.”
you try to understand what’s going on, “what are you doin – aggh!”
his left-hand grips your neck, holding it tightly, closing the gap between your face and his, he points to the wheel that stands right in front of you. “hold the fucking wheel if you want to be fucked, y/n.”
swearing lowly, your shaking hand finds the wheel, holding it strongly, waiting for bruce to push a button – when he does, the engine starts moving faster than before. unlike the previous situation, this time, it’s you who drives the batmobile.
“bruce – how – “ your words are cut off by his deep voice.
“don’t take your eyes off the road. you will take us to the home without an accident. if you turn even a little bit, I will stop fucking you my love.” the difference in his words and voice make you go crazy, and that craziness doubles up when he lowers your body down enough to make him thrust his thick cock into your pussy, filling you up.
screaming with sudden pain and pleasure, your eyes roll over for a second before looking right at the road in front of you – gotham city still stays under the darkness of the night, the only voice that world excepts is the powerful sound of the batmobile riding on the endless looking road, the moans coming from you and swears from bats mixing with the flesh hitting the flesh can be heard by only you and bruce – the sin you commit cannot be known by another.
the focus you put on the road gets distracted whenever bruce shoves his dick into your wet clit. back of your thighs hitting his clothed thighs sends pain through your body, leaving red marks on your flesh – the balls that meet with your ass cheeks increase the sensitivity you have, making you cry as you clean them rapidly to see the road.
his name comes out of you over and over again, the brain is too occupied to drive, the mind is too crazy to function, and the body is too full of him, the man who wants to devour you, and doing it right now – using your body as he pleases, not moving his hips greatly, instead, he makes use of your body by lifting it up, then, pulling it down until his dick fills your walls deeper, harder and rougher.
“fucking brat,” he says, a poison that his voice holds captures you – you feel so pathetic as if you’re his fucktoy now. then why do you feel so high like the most powerful drug in the whole world gets into your veins with the maximum level, you ask yourself, then the answer travels to your mind after he adds, “can’t obey her master? what a pretty yet mindless girl you are, don’t you think?” oh, right, he’s the most powerful drug on the whole world, and now, you’re at his mercy.
“u-huh – agghh – oh myy – bats! please, please, please –“ you have no idea what you’re pleasing for, but he knows – he chuckles lowly, having fuck great entertainment thanks to you that you feel a kind of pride in an instant.
“u-huh?” he mocks, fucks you still, close to the edge, just waiting for the right moment. “too cockdumbed to even understand what I’m saying. but you do good my good girl, keep going, we’re close to the cave.”
the new information makes you happy, smiling widely, and looking outside clearly, seeing the cave’s entering. with the relief, you begin to drive the car more carefully than before, hands getting stronger, losing yourself in the pleasure of being fucked by bruce in his damn batmobile.
finally reaching your destination, you slow down the engine, the cave’s front door opens, and pushing a button, bruce hugs you from behind, making you sit down on his cock with an instantaneous speed, earning the loudest moan out of you.
the mouth standing beside your ear says, “cum. cum on my cock.” and you who doesn’t know she’s waiting for him to allow her – to order, do what he tells, cum on his cock as his hot semen hit the deep inside of you in sync.
kissing your shoulder, he holds your shaking body because of both the coldness of the cave you have entered and the opposite sense of warmness that bruce gives – the smell of highness on the air, chests getting up and down, breaths rapid and low, lust ends – its place gets completed with the affection of love.
“did so good,” the car’s door opens, bruce takes your body in bridal style after wrapping it with his cape. his gentle lips put kisses on your face as he walks into the bathroom of his room, watching your soft features, eyes closed to sleep. he smiles fondly, proud of you. “let me take care of my pretty girl now.”
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❦ tagging: @lilvampirina & @snowprincesa1 & @dookiemeshibear *lots of kisses!*
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igotanidea · 5 months
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Raw: Jason Todd x reader
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Warnings: SMUT MDNI!!! (seriously minors, read responsibly so we can all leave in peace here, there are enough wars and fights in the world), cursing.
massive thanks to @fcthots for letting me use the idea (Jason making love to you without protection for the first time, which I twisted a bit and which you can find here)
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Once he started he was like a machine.
There was nothing and no one that could possibly stop him from almost drilling into her.
At least that was what happening till one night …
“Baby….”
“Shit! Jason!” Y/N came out of the shower only to came across the red metal mask. Obviously her first reaction was a single scream as she grabbed her chest, trying to level the rapid spike in the heartbeat. She most definitely did not expect Jason to swing by her apartment in the middle of the night with an attempt to give her a heart attack. However she could not deny that his deep, hoarse voice send a shiver down her spine, not that she was going to let it show to him. Instead she held  her towel closer to her body, making sure it wouldn’t fall as she crossed her arms over chest and gave him a look of disapproval. “how many times did I tell you?” she scoffed “there are doors in this apartment.”
“doors are for wimps.” He muttered taking a step forward, finally taking off that stupid, unnecessary Red Hood helmet.
“Well thanks a lot!” she rolled her eyes “my experience shows that doors are basically for normal people.”
“Yeah…. Exactly baby….” He grabbed her by the waist pulling her closer to his body, brushing lips over her slightly damp cheek, hands caressing her arms up and down. “And we both know I’m an extraordinary person.”
“So much humility……” Y/N tried to keep her composure, but he always knew how to push her buttons and make her relent.
“Tell me princess…..” he muttered into her ear “why were you taking a shower this late at night?” his hand travelled up her arm moving towards the knotted front of the towel. “Did you get dirty, baby?”.
He knew exactly what he was doing putting on that sexy, seductive smirk, running his fingers over her chest, while the thin little piece of material did nothing to hide her already pebbled nipples and goosebumps forming all over her body. And Jason was always the one to enjoy teasing her, especially when he got so many clear signs of what she really wanted from him.
“Hmmmm….” He muttered, moving his touches and caresses down her body to her leg, reaching for the hem of the towel and sneaking under it only to start rubbing her inner thigh.
“Jace….” She closed her eyes, still desperately trying to keep her self-integrity that was slipping away by a second.
This was too much for her. The darkness of the apartment, the huskiness of his voice, the feel of his hands on her body. Yes, she wanted him. Yes, she might have done some things that required cleaning up, earlier that night. Yes, she was thinking about him while taking care of herself. She was really trained in self-service, but what can you expect from a girl, whose boyfriend is a vigilante, absent too many night and a woman forced to spend the nights alone in a cold, empty bed? To tell the whole truth, once she got what she wanted, Y/N thought it would be enough. After all you can’t go too many rounds running only on imaginations, right?
But then, the reason for all those dreams and fantasies were standing in front of her, in flesh and blood and her body got very excited at the sight while her brain was more than glad to pass the steering wheel to the flesh.
“Yes, sunshine?” he moved his ministrations a bit higher, smirking when she opened her legs a bit,  allowing him to almost reach her throbbing clit. “wanted to say something?”
God, he was a little piece of shit, not doing anything and yet doing so much at the same time, breaking her and making her fall so freaking easily.
“Jason……”
“Hmm?”
“I…. I…..”
Fuck!
“You’re not doing very good job with talking, princess, are you now?” Jason finger started moving over her most sensitive spot in circular motions, enjoying the pained expression on her face. “If you keep wasting my time, I might… just… leave….” He whispered, removing  his hand almost making her cry out in frustration. “Come on baby….. just say you need me… You know you do.”
“I do….” She gasped, grabbing both sides of his face and pressing her lips to his, letting go of all the inhibitions.
“Good girl…” he whispered against her mouth, untying the towel in one smooth motion, groaning like an animal when her naked, soft body clung to him like a second skin, that he so desperately wanted to get under.
But it was still not enough.
He had to have her. All of her. Mind, body, soul. Closer.
And he was going to claim her in a proper way, definitely not in the hallway. No.
Regardless of his stupidly teasing character she was still his princess, his queen, the love of his life and he was going to treat her exactly like that, ready to fulfil all her wishes and commands.
“Let me make you feel good baby….” He grabbed the back of her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist, palms resting on her shoulder blades pulling her even closer, walking to the bedroom, miraculously avoiding tripping over his own feet, all because of her closeness and the pleasure at taste of her lips on his.
God, he was so starved for her and the evidence of it were visible on only in the form of the tent in his tactical pants, but also in the way he threw her on the bed, making her bounce and in the manner he tore off his own body armour and clothes, almost pouncing onto her.
Almost, because he knew that if he let go completely he would most definitely hurt her and he couldn’t bare even the thought of that.
Instead he crawled on top of her, kissing up her body, her calf, thigh, stomach, torso, breast (giving a lot of attention to those perfectly pebbled nipples he needed to taste the moment they showed under the towel), collarbone and neck, finally meeting her lips. 
He could eat her alive. She was so delicious, so soft, so warm, so fucking perfect and his blood boiled at the sweetness of her. Their tongues met in a crazy dance, wanting more, greedy and needy, exploring each other’s mouth.
It was like the overwhelming and encompassing fire inside them.
The world stopped existing and for what they care it could have exploded and they would be more than happy to die like this, in each other’s embrace.  Touching, scratching, gripping, licking, pushing and pulling, tugging at each other’s hair, losing breath, panting and gasping unable to satiate the need, the craving of one another’s body.
“More…..” he groaned, biting on her neck, eliciting the sweetest moan from his girl, barely holding back from ripping her throat open and swallowing her like a freaking animal. His body pressed into her leaving no space between, and yet still wanting more and more and fucking more. She felt him pulling her in even more, breaking all the laws of biology and physics, as his hands travelled down to her hips, spreading her open, causing her pulse racing in the pace of a space rocket.
“Yes….” She moaned, one hand gripping the headboard, the other tangling in his hair, her whole back arching to his lips that were currently kissing alongside the valley of her breast, travelling down the same path he started earlier, and which he was going to take so many more times that night.
“I know, baby…. I know….” His breath was scorching hot on her skin, leaving invisible marks. In that moment, as in every other time they were being so close, so intimate together, with nothing between their bodies and souls, they both knew that they could never ever leave the other. They were too hooked on one another, almost like on a drugs. Jason left a permanent scar on her soul in the shape of his. The scar that she couldn’t and wouldn’t want to lose. He was a part of her, a part of her own body. They were one. Always and forever.    
“I love you….” another moan escaped her mouth when he moved the tip of his tongue over her clit, his eyes sparkling with desire as he send her the mischievous, lustful gaze, before sucking on that aching spot. He was not only starved but also thirsty, ready to do everything to drink all her juices. And he methodically moved towards that goal, knowing what to do to turn her on.
She was so lost in pleasure, her body acting on its own, back arching, legs spreading, head falling back as she moaned and cried his name, pulling at his hair so ready to come, to explode, to finish.
“yes, yes, yes…. Yes, more!”
And he listened, melting in her moans, her sounds, her body, her taste. He knew he was good, he was very well aware she needed him and mindful of the amount of neglect on his part, of all those nights she spend lonely. And now he was making up for it.
But.
He was still a mix of a pleasure giver and a rascal, keeping her on the edge, surprising with every move and thought, never letting her be sure of what was going to happen.
It was both frustrating and exciting, making their intimacy a whole new, never boring experience every time.  
And now, if she was going to come, he wanted her on his cock, even if protected. Tongue was simply not enough and she owed him this much for making her so wet and pretty with those flushed cheeks and desire-filled eyes. He did it for her and now was going to claim his prize.
“Babe…. Y/N…. I want to take you….” He muttered, not stopping lapping her folds with that skilful tongue, his words getting lost inside her body. “fully take you…..”
“Yes… yes… oh, yes….just don’t stop….” Y/N was so selfish and needy, focused only on reaching her climax, barely listening, that if he were to ask her to jump out the window she would probably say yes again. This was only word on her mind at the moment as long as he kept on devouring her.
“Y/N…..” he muttered again. Lust was lust, but he needed her informed consent. Every time. Even though they were a couple. Jason was a very complex man after all. “Y/N….” he groaned. “Can I have you my way?”
“fuck yes! Yes!” she cried out.
And once he heard that word coming out of her mouth, he was all ready for action. He pulled back, reaching for the nightstand, knowing she kept that little packet of condoms there, just in case (and making a mental note to himself to stock up, cause they were running short on supplies). He hovered over her body, looking straight into her eyes while tearing the packaging with his teeth, admiring her shuddering body, shining eyes, messed up hair, all of her, having to remind himself that this goddess was his.
His, his, his.
His to claim, to love, to take over and over and over again.
God! He wanted her so fucking bad his hands were shaking while taking off the protection from the wrapper.
“No….. wait…” she whispered grabbing his wrist, her eyes boring into him, causing him to freeze and drop the condom in confusion. 
“wait? What do you mean wait? You …. You don’t want….?” Jason stuttered, his manhood almost flattening at the sudden rejection, which was quite embarrassing for him. “Y/N…..?” he looked at her with hurt in the eyes.
“No…. I mean…. I do… I want you….” She bit on her bottom lip in that erotic manner sending his mind into overdrive.
“Then what do you mean?” he gasped, getting all hot again, but was still dumbfounded. “Princess?”
She took the condom from his hands and send it flying through the room and shaking her head.
And then it hit him.
His eyes grew even wider, mouth falling open at the thought of what she was going to let him do to her. What she wanted. What she needed. And most importantly, how, she needed it.
“Babe…..” he gasped, unable to move, completely stuck in that moment, which was sure as hell the best ever in his life.  “are you sure? Are you absolutely sure?”
“Are you trying to make me change my mind, babe?” she whispered in his ear only to pull back and give him a pout.
He was going to take her raw.
Oh god…. He was going to take her raw.
Oh, all the things he was going to do to her, all the ways he was going to make her feel him, all of him, unfiltered, finally making her fully his, after all  the time of waiting.
“Fuck, Y/N!” he groaned, grabbing her waist, pressing her further into the mattress, spreading her legs open and pushing in, in one motion, doing it all in three seconds, no more, finally being inside her. And she was so wet, so warm, so soft, so perfect, so … home.
He was home.
And Jason was drifting in space, with the emotions overwhelming him completely. So good, oh, so good, he wanted to melt into her, have no boundaries, just be one with his Y/N, his babygirl.
It was the only thing on his mind right now.
Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.
“Jason…..” her desperate moaning brought him back to reality.
“Y/N…..” he gasped in response, eyes closing at the pleasure of feeling her body in a way he never got before. He was already in heaven.
“Jason … Please… move…” she whimpered, squirming desperately trying to urge him to take some action and not just freeze like a stone sculpture.
Oh, shit…..
“I can’t…” he whimpered hopelessly. How was he going to explain it to her?
“What do you meant you can’t?!” she cried out, raking her nails down his back, moving her hips against his to get any friction and turn him on “what’s going on?!”
She couldn’t comprehend what made him stop suddenly. He was inside her, big, hard like a rock, stretching her so deliciously and she wanted more. But now he was telling her fucking no?!
“Todd!!” she yelled, slowly losing her patience, her body begging for attention.
“I can’t…..” he almost sobbed, embarrassed and defeated. She was so perfect, her skin against him was amazing, the feeling of her velvety inside was bliss.
“I swear if you don’t hurry to fuck me…..” Y/N’s voice was turning a bit threating now even though she herself couldn’t come up with the idea what she was threating him with.
“'If I move I’m gonna cum….." Jason gasped, and it took her by huge surprise. He was always the resistant one. Gentlemanly, if you may. He could go three, four, five rounds making sure she was satisfied first, before letting himself go. So what the hell was happening now?!
"You haven't even been inside me for a full minute!" she protested, moving her body in a poor attempt to get what she wanted.
"Shut up!” he almost winced when she did that.  “You feel so fucking good. I just can't help it. Gimme a minute, babe……." He bit on his bottom lip, trying to get himself together and finding enough strength to start pulling in and out. The best he could do was half an inch before another low groan escaped his throat. “I can’t……” his hands were on both sides of her head, their faces close enough so she could feel his ragged, heavy breath and it was getting weirder and more uncomfortable with any other second.
"Jason," she whined, "please, please, please….!." poor girl felt like crying at his point and those high-pitched whines finally made him move.
He was doing it.
He was making love to her without any stupid rubber standing in his way.
She was his, making those sweet, sweet sounds for him, crying out his name,  digging nails into his back.
There were no words to describe that feeling.
And Jason was becoming more and more lightheaded with every thrust, with every move when his cock met that perfectly moist and warm cunt.
Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.
He was a bit ashamed to admit, but after a while he stopped thinking about her and focused only on his own pleasure, on his high, on his release.
MORE.
As he picked the pace, she moaned loud as never before, grabbing his body tighter, pulling him closer, losing her breath and matching his movements.  Her eyes were closed, her mouth opened with that perfectly perfect expression of being thoroughly fucked.
“Yes… yes.. yes…!”
Oh yes, indeed.
He captured her mouth in his, pulling at her bottom lip, almost drawing blood. His hands found her thighs spreading her open even more, pounding into her like a wild animal, knowing no bounds, no limits, no rational thinking. Sweat was running down his face and back, his hair plastered to his forehead, but he was going to have her.
“Jace…..!!” she cried out again when he bit on her collarbone, licking the marked skin.
“Yeah, baby…..Yeah….”
“shit!”
“I got you….”
“So close!” she dug both her heels into his back, the intensity of the lovemaking almost making her lose consciousness. “Oh… Jace…JACE!!”
And then there was only bliss.
***
Not for her though.
***
Obviously he couldn’t contain himself and living up to the previously spoken words, cummed first.
Hard. Long. Filling her to the brim which was an Event (capital E) in itself, but still – leaving her unsatisfied and wanting.
Such a failure on his part.
However, Y/N did not seem to care.
After he painted her with the ropes of his cum, moaning in sheer pleasure at the feeling, she just kept holding him and rubbing his back, showing him all the love she had for him. The expression of happiness and fulfilment was a prize in itself, and despite not cumming she couldn’t feel better at that moment. She knew he wanted to stay like this, therefore there was no rushing him to pull out on her part. She was going to let him have his moment.
Her poor boy, in need of love and closeness and intimacy.
“Y/N … baby … princess …”
“I love you …” she kissed his temple.
“I’m so sorry …” Jason blushed, pulling away from her and laying on his back facing the ceiling. “Y/N, my love, I’m sorry, but I told you …” he shifted position to lay on the side, meeting her eyes, shining despite the darkness of the room. She looked … satisfied.
“Shut up …” she chuckled, cupping his cheek and kissing his nose.  “that was fucking perfect…” Y/N chuckled.
“Perfect?” he frowned for a second, but quickly returned to his usual cocky self. “Yeah, it was fucking perfect. I mean, what else were you expecting with me, babygirl?” he grinned.
‘You’re such an idiot” she pushed him on his back, snuggling into his body, leaning head on his chest.
“I have to clean you up …” he objected, but those soft hands around him, the way her body aligned with his and the calm, steady beating of her heart next to him made him relent. “I think I can do it in a second …” he hummed nuzzling nose in her ruffled hair.
“Mhm…. Totally.” Y/N kissed his chest in response.
“Hey Y/N?” he called her name gently, caressing her side “did you feel good?”
“Yeah… yeah I did.”
“I still got to practise though, right?” he smirked, his touch becoming a little more intense and a bit more telling.
“You know what they say practise makes perfect.” She teased.
Poor Y/N was not going to be able to walk the next day.  
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Shopping Has Many Benefits
Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, semi-public sex, lingerie, clit stimulation, fingering, dirty talk, teasing, hand over mouth, wall sex, panties used as a gag
Word count: 1.4k
Kinktober Day 28: Lingerie
A/N: Finally Jason kinktober time! Jason love of my life I'd let you do anything you want I hope you know that.
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"So why exactly are we going shopping?" Jason asked as he got lead through the mall by you.
"Because I want to get some new lingerie Jason." You watch as his eyebrow quirks up, "Some sexy lingerie." You smirk and peck his cheek, feeling Jason's cheeks stretch out in a smile.
His eyes fly across the shop sign above the door you pull him through. You both give a warm smile and wave to the employee who greets you with an equally warm smile. You tighten your arms around Jason's arm just a little.
"I know I'm a catch babe, especially in this top," He flexes his muscles, "but all anyone can do is look. You're the only one who ever gets to touch." He whispers against your cheek, "As for the lingerie, I like the ones you have now, besides I prefer you with nothing at all anyway."
"Oh I know. Don't worry you'll get to take it off later. After you help me pick it out that is." That he could do. That he could do very, very well. The waiting... not so much. Anything you picked out he loved on you, in fact by the fifth piece you could see him getting flustered and adjusting his pants, glancing around for people noticing. "How about this one? I think I like it the best."
There was barely anything covering you. Black and red lace panties and slightly small bra, with gaterbelts no less. It left absolutely nothing to Jason's imagination, not that he needed to use it much, he's already memorized every part of your body.
So it came as no surprise when he stood up and walked up to you in stride, his hands digging into your arms as his lips pressed firmly against yours and he walked you back into the changing room, closing and a little clumsily locking the door behind him.
You laughed as Jason broke the kiss, "I take it you like it as well. Maybe a bit too much." You glanced down at his prominent bulge.
"I do like it. Enough to do this." His hand made its way into the panties, passing your clit and sliding inside you, "Oh wow. You have to buy these now, they're already ruined. What were you doing here to get so wet?"
"Thinking about you." You answer without missing a beat.
It seemed that Jason liked that answer quite a bit if his hips pinning yours against the wall was anything to go by. That made it a little harder to finger you properly but you didn't mind the more shallow thrusts if you could feel his body against yours like this. But it didn't seam fair to you, that you were the only one having fun here.
"It'd be bad if you walked out of here like this." Your fingers find the zipper of his pants and pull it down, making Jason sigh against your ear in relief, "Is this all because you saw me trying out lingerie?"
"Yup. All this for you baby." He smirks and moves his cock closer to you, "You know... there's something I'd been wanting to try for a while if you're up to it, but you're gonna have to keep real quiet." There's a familiar sparkle in his eye, it lands him into trouble more often than not, however he has given you that look in the bedroom as well once or twice. And whenever he does it leads to mind-blowing orgasms. You spread your legs in a silent reply, "Good. Turn around, face the wall, hand on your mouth."
Apparently Jason deemed your pace to be too slow as the next thing you knew you were practically slammed against the wall. "Getting a little aggressive. I like it."
"Of course you would." With a brief kiss he shut you up long enough to take your panties halfway down your legs, "These look way better down there. And this will look a lot better with my cock in it." He swiped his thumb along your folds and unbuttoned his boxers, his cock now completely free and judging by the sounds he was making almost ready to be inside you.
Jason pumped his hand along his cock a few more times before spreading your thighs and rubbing his length over your wet pussy. The friction wasn't nearly enough to satisfied the ache between your legs so you did the only sensible thing you could have, you crossed them, enveloping Jason's cock in their softness.
"Oh, well we haven't done this in a while. You really want me to mark you up huh? You wanna wear my cum like you wear that lingerie? You'll look just as pretty with it babe." Jason reached over to your panties, "You already took these off and since you can't seem to follow orders right now I'll have to do this myself."
"What- mnph!" Jason folded your panties into a ball and stuffed them in your mouth, very effectively muffling your moans in the process. He kept a finger hooked on them while his palm cupped your jaw, just in case he needed to remove them quickly.
"Getting caught with my pants down is not what I want on my list of crimes. I have a reputation to keep you know." He smiles into your neck as he stars to drag his cock back and forth between your thighs, "Unless you wanna get us caught?" A shiver ran down your spine at the thought. Being seen with Jason desperately rutting against you like this, one pair of panties down your legs and another one used as a gag because you couldn't hold back your slutty moaning, it's a fantasy you didn't know you had.
Your hand reaches for Jason's and guides it between your legs both of you pressing onto your clit at varying speeds and pressure. It makes your head spin. The hot sensation of his dick twitching and leaving white trails of cum down your legs is too much to resist not seeing. When you bend your head down all you see his your two hands and the red tip of Jason's cock going back and forth, being squished by your thighs, dripping cum into the fabric of the lacy panties you picked out.
"Bite down on these for me." He growls into your ear as you feel his hands leave your mouth and clit in order to grab your wrists and pull your hands back. His thrusts get more and more frantic, his breathing quicker as he smacks into you from behind. One well angled thrust sends the tip of his cock sliding directly over your stiff clit and you feel yourself exploding.
"Jason!" You scream against the fabric, "Oh god!" You would fall forward if not for Jason keeping a firm hold on your wrists still even as he himself begins to come. He doesn't stop, cum getting across your stomach, the cups of the bra, your thighs and drops hitting the panties pulled down between your legs.
"T-Turn..." Jason exhales in a shaky voice, his hands smoothing over your wrists then your hips and then your shoulders before he slowly pulls away from you, "Turn around babe, I wanna see you."
Even as you do so you can stand anymore, instead opting to sit on the small stool in the corner of the dressing room. Jason removes the panties from your mouth, finally letting you breathe properly. His cum drips down your front and over your cunt. He can't help the smug grin that stretches across his face.
"Knew you'd look good. How do you feel?" He asks cupping your cheek.
"Sexy." You reply with an equally smug smile. To be able to make Jason this horny, you knew the lingerie was the right choice. "But dirty."
"Then lets go home and get you all cleaned up shall we." It was easier said than done, you had to get dressed and wipe away the evidence of your lusts, which only got you more odd looks when you walked out. No one came looking so it's safe to assume they didn't hear anything, probably just thought it was a young couple riling each other up. "We'll buy this one." Jason announced a little too loudly for everyone to hear. He might be a superhero but he really needs to work on his subtlety.
Perhaps you could teach him sometime, using methods you already know him to be fond of.
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