#holy smut batman

[galacticsirensong]

Click below for Chapter 8!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28396371/chapters/110125719

[constantvariations]

You know, rwby could be so much worse

It could have sex scenes

[emeraldkniight]

𝓢𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬. 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 ୨ ໋ ˳ ⊹ eng. . . !

superman, wonder woman and batman x f!reader

WARNINGS: smut drabble, gang bang, some sexual degradation, masturbation, oral sex, p in v. Diana!bisexual.

COPYRIGHT: No copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

LANGUAGE: English is not my first language and I am still studying to master it. It makes me insecure to write by myself in another language, so I used the translator. I apologize in advance for any mistakes. The original version is here.

There was always something strange and unlikely about these three from the moment you met them.

They were all hiding secrets. According to you, hiding secrets was one of the most common parts of human nature. You were not interested in knowing what they were all hiding, but your curious mind was obsessed with knowing what the holy trinity of the Justice League was hiding beneath their sleek and sophisticated veneer of heroes; what no one would dare doubt or question.

The price of your curiosity was more costly than you could have ever imagined, a debt that would have to be repaid. Now you were part of this madness, and no matter how much you wanted to, you couldn't escape.

The good news was that you didn't want to.

You knew that the moment you felt the three of them completely, you were content to belong.

It was just hard to think of anything else when you found yourself tied to a chair, completely naked and unable to move while three pairs of blue eyes analyzed you.

The beautiful princess of Themyscira had no shame in digging into your sweet crotch. Her fingers slid across your sodden vaginal lips with a sound so vulgarly obscene that it caused you to inadvertently stir in your chair.

You looked intently at the two male figures as you tried to get as close to Diana as your body would allow so you could kiss her and feel her fingers go deeper inside you.

But before you could reach her lips, you were brutally pushed away by the man of steel, who had the clear intention of tasting your mouth first. Not that you were complaining; Clark's tongue was heavenly. It had a strange but hot connection to your lips, so it made you a mess right away. Who would have thought that Superman's ultimate power would be to soak his victims so easily?

Still, you didn't deserve them to be nice to you. On the contrary, you should be punished for insubordination. What you did was unforgivable.

In your defense, you didn't know that you were exclusive to the trio and couldn't sleep with other people. The rules weren't very clear when you met them, or when they started their no-strings-attached sex adventures.

Of course, you were not exclusive to anyone, and you planned to make that clear in the future. Right now, you were too busy cumming on Diana's fingers drilling your pussy that you didn't have enough time to think about anything else.

The adoration the Bat had for the way your pussy enveloped him so warmly brought out the most dominant and morbid part of his inner self. The sight of his cock moving in and out of your little hole at the same time your mouth was happily eating Clark's erection and your fingers were eating Diana's clit was enough to bring you to the verge of orgasm.

You gagged as the tip brushed against your uvula. You couldn't even concentrate enough because of how hard he was penetrating you. The pleasure was embracing.

— Look at our little slut. She can't even concentrate on sucking a good cock while she's being fucked. - Wayne commented. He kept going right into her sweet spot; faster and faster, more and more precise.

— She was too bad. Should we give her a prize though? She always takes us so well. - Kent continues, asking. You're beginning to control the rhythm of your mouth, although it's still a little difficult in some ways.

— Oh, Hera! - moans the princess of Themyscira. - That feels so good. - Her fingers can't resist trying to help themselves so she can come on your hand.

This is definitely the best part of the day, the one you enjoyed the most. And of course that was the guilty pleasure that came with keeping a secret. The secret the four of you shared.

[too-many-fandoms-tbh]

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY

BRUCE WAYNE (BATMAN) SMUT

(bruce wayne/batman x fem!reader)

can be read as any batman, but he is described to be a partying bachelor in this

warnings: rough sex, p in v, unprotected sex, jealous sex, semi-public (private bathroom) sex, established relationship, slight toxic undertones?? aftercare

she knew it was for her protection, but god did y/n hate pretending not to know bruce in public. they'd attend events together, and she just had to stand there and watch every time as he flirted with all of the girls who approached him. sure, guys flirted with her all the time, but she never talked to them for more than a minute, and she'd always make sure not to lead them on. bruce didn't care; he had to keep up his "partying bachelor" status. she brought it up to him once, and he of course reassured her she was all he wanted, but that didn't mean it still didn't hurt.

currently, she was stood against a wall, arms crossed over her stomach as she glared at the girls whom were flocked around her boyfriend. she was wearing a long, bright red dress that hugged her curves tightly and had a deep v-neck. there was a slit going up her thigh, which exposed her silver heels and caused her to constantly adjust her dress in fear of exposing herself. the dress was so tight that she couldn't wear her normal safety-shorts without there being lines, so she'd been stressed about that all night.

"hey there," a voice said out of nowhere. she snapped her gaze away from bruce and immediately replaced her scowl with a polite smile as she turned to greet the man. "you look like you could use a refill."

she paused, eyes looking at the empty glass, provided by the event's servers, on the table next to her. she'd never seen the man in front of her before, but he was definitely handsome, with blonde hair and brown eyes. his tan hands both held glasses of champagne, one of which was being held out towards her. in fear of being impolite, she took the drink with nimble hands. she was a little worried that he might've done something to the drink, but with the amount of security the crowded event held, she supposed she was safe.

"thank you.." she prompted, eyes raised.

"frank." he said quickly, an awkward laugh. "frank campbell. and you are?"

"y/n l/n." she responded, taking a sip of the drink. it tasted the same as the ones she'd had before, and she cherished the flavor.

"what're you doing all the way over here?" he asked. "i'm sure you'd be a hit out there."

she nearly laughed at his attempts of flirting. "i'm just observing." she shrugged.

he turned to follow her gaze and his eyes landed on bruce, whom was still surrounded by women. "looking at wayne, huh? he's got all of the ladies here wrapped around his finger. i'm surprised you're not over there too, unless you have a boyfriend, of course."

how ironic.

"you sound jealous." she swirled the drink in her cup, looking up at him through her eyelashes. holy shit, she was flirting back, wasn't she?

"so what if i am?" he said boldly. "i think every man in this room is."

"and why is that?" she continued, taking another sip of her drink. as she did so, her eyes trailed over to bruce. she knew he'd look over at them eventually, he was protective like that, but now he was straight up staring at her. he looked upset, and for some reason, she was almost pleased with that result. maybe, just maybe, this would show him what it was like to be in her shoes. she winked at him once before turning her attention back to frank.

she nodded along as frank spoke, but honestly, she had tuned out on a lot of it as she was looking at bruce. when he finished talking, she had a good enough idea of what he said to respond.

"so what," she summarized with a slight smirk. if only he knew who he was talking to. "you think you could show a girl a better time than he could?"

"oh, i know i could."

"ah, i see." she set her almost-empty glass down and reached for her handbag off of the table. the small, designer bag was cute, but she hated the fact that it didn't have a strap. she was digging around in it, searching for her small tin of breath mints, when suddenly she knocked the bag over. it toppled to the ground, the contents spilling everywhere. she gasped, carefully falling to her knees in order to collect her things. frank squatted down too, doing his best to help. she could see the way his eyes landed on her cleavage before trailing down to the her thigh, where she was maybe an inch away from exposing the space between her thighs.

"sorry," she laughed awkwardly, suddenly a little uncomfortable under his gaze. his eyes never left her body as he handed her the occasional lipstick or bobby-pin from the floor. she thought she wanted this attention, in fact she'd been craving it all night, but she suddenly felt guilty as she realized what she was doing. apparently, she'd done a better job flirting than she'd thought she did, and now this man was looking at her as if he expected her to come home with him tonight. all whilst her boyfriend was watching.

speaking of bruce, she glanced up to see him staring directly at her, eyes narrowed. to make matters even worse, she and frank both reached for her phone at the same time, their hands connecting for a split second. she pulled away quickly, but frank was already making eye-contact with her, a blush on his face.

"that's everything," he said, finally looking at her face. he stood up, offering her a hand as well. despite the fact that she wanted to get up on her own, she took his hand, standing up as slowly as possible in order to keep her dress intact. the second his hand dropped hers, she was adjusting her dress again, wishing she'd worn the black dress that alfred suggested.

"oh, here," he said. she had no clue what he was doing, but suddenly, his hand was on her face. he brushed something off of her cheek and she stood there frozen. her eyes looked for bruce, and he was dismissing himself from the girls around him. he pulled out his phone as he walked, but she lost him in the crowds before she could see where he was headed. "you had a hair."

"thanks," she forced a smile. her phone buzzed in her purse, and after saying a quick apology to frank, she pulled it out. bruce's contact filled her screen, and her knees went weak as she read his text.

"Meet me in employee bathroom, two minutes. Down the stairs to your left. Don't be late."

"oh my god," she attempted to feign a dramatic gasp, but honestly, she didn't have to try that hard to fake being shocked because she genuinely was. bruce was very rarely that demanding, and if he was, it was only after a hard night out as batman. "i am so sorry, frank, but i have to go. business emergency."

"oh, no," frank seemed a little appalled at her sudden exit. "don't apologize. i hope everything is alright."

"yeah, thanks," she reached over for her glass of champagne and finished it with a long swig, ignoring his confused gaze. "it was lovely meeting you, really. i'll see you around, yeah?"

he seemed a little shocked, but she patted his shoulder once before grabbing her clutch and walking away. she walked as fast as she could in a restricting dress and heels, which, honestly, was quite slow. no one seemed to notice her as she snuck through the unlabeled doors and down the concrete stairs. she really hoped these were the correct stairs, because it took her nearly a minute to get down them without ripping her dress. immediately, a door labeled "family bathroom" appeared to her left, and in smaller letters it read "staff only".

she prayed that it was the right room when she knocked. as quick as lightning, bruce opened the door and pulled her inside. she fell against the door as he locked it behind her.

"well hello to you too," she sassed, ignoring how turned on she already was. if this was something serious and not sexual, then she was about to feel real stupid. "what's up?"

"i could ask you the same question." he said, voice barely controlled. "what's up with campbell over there?"

"oh, so you know him?" she inquired boldly. she could feel the alcohol in her veins, not enough to make her tipsy, but enough to make her words bolder.

"yeah, i do," he grumbled. "nice guy."

she laughed lightly. "that's surprising. he hates you."

"oh, does he?" bruce didn't seem phased. "and why is that?"

she pushed herself off of the door, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck. "oh nothing much," she smirked up at him. "just thought he could fuck me better than you."

this caught bruce's attention and his eyes hardened. his large hands found place on her waist, pulling her closer.

"and would you let him?" his voice was raspy. he knew she wouldn't, they'd had that conversation before when they were actually being sincere, but he had to see what she'd say now.

"depends," she ran her fingers through the hair on the back of his head. "would you fuck handsy-pansy? i'm sure she thinks she's better than me."

"handsy" pansy was some blonde woman whom seemed to show up at every event, and each time she saw bruce, she'd fawn over him the whole time, laughing at everything he said and always touching him.

bruce pretended to think, watching as she scrunched her face up at him. she knew he was just doing it to get a rise out of her, and she planned to return the favor.

"maybe i'll go and talk to frank after all," she pulled away, pretending to reach for the door. "i'm sure he'd love to have me in his bed after all of this is over."

the next thing she knew, bruce grabbed her hand. he pulled her back, spinning her enough so that their chests collided and he could slam his lips against hers. the kiss was rough and passionate, and she found herself wrapping her hands around his neck to stay stable. his larger hands gripped her waist, slowly moving down to her ass with a harsh squeeze. she moaned in his mouth, arching her back against him.

"fuck you better than me, huh?" he growled, pulling away. he pulled her by her waist, shoving her towards the sink. her hands latched onto the counter and she could see bruce standing behind her in the mirror. she bit her lip as he grabbed the long dress, bunching it up at her waist, where it surprisingly stayed. she watched his breath catch in his throat when he realized she only had lace on underneath. he didn't say anything, simply palming her smooth ass before reaching between her legs. his calloused fingers slid over her soaked folds and she threw her head back, a bright blush on her face.

"you're already so wet," he commented, pulling away. he met her eyes in the mirror. "was all of this for him?"

"no," she shook her head quickly, going against any of her usual bratty instincts. "it's all for you, bruce."

"all for me, huh?" he repeated. as he spoke, she arched her back against him, attempting to grind herself against his thigh. his hands found place on her hips, and her actions were halted abruptly. his grip was rough, but not quite enough to be painful.

"i don't know," he tsked, making eye contact with her through the mirror. "you seemed pretty pleased with yourself out with campbell, acting like a slut, all whilst wearing the brand new dress i bought you."

"god," she whined, biting her lip. the way he was staring her down through the mirror, thumbs caressing her hips, was driving her crazy. "please, bruce! i'm yours, all yours."

"now you're begging?" he asked slyly, fingers moving down her hips and to her thighs, where he then stroked her skin softly. "so eager to be fucked like the slut you are, huh?"

"so what if i am?" she challenged, trying to slyly rub her thighs together. her actions didn't go unnoticed, and bruce roughly separated her legs. she nearly fell, leaning forward onto the sink.

"you beg me to go out more," he murmured under his breath. through the mirror, she could see him unbuckling his belt. "and this is the treatment i get. you want me to fuck you? fine, i'll fuck you. i'll fuck you so good the whole party will hear you, and campbell will know you're mine. that's what you wanted, right? for me to show you i care?"

his words were almost sappy, but his tone was the complete opposite.

"i've cared the whole time," his gruff voice continued. she heard the clink of his pants falling to his ankles. "it drove me crazy watching guys look you up and down, talking about you like you're their next meal."

he didn't give her time to respond, because he suddenly slid inside of her. she let out an airy moan, manicured fingers gripping the counter as she adjusted to the quick intrusion. the momentary pain was quickly being masked with pleasure as he leaned forward, craning his neck to place a soft kiss on shoulder. though the moment was tender, his voice was still a husky whisper in her ear. "god, if only they could see you now, see how you're all mine."

the next thing she knew, he was pounding into her like there was no tomorrow, snapping his hips against her so much that she felt her entire body bounce with each movement. she tried to make eye contact through the mirror, but she couldn't bear to keep her head up. a constant string of airy moans were leaving her mouth, and had she not been about to collapse, she would've brought a hand up to silence them.

"fuck, bruce.." she managed to sputter out. his pace was relentless; it seemed his hours of being batman really contributed to his stamina.

"what?" he practically growled from behind her. "you can't take it?"

"i can!" she cried out, head thrown back as she struggled to speak. "i-" her next sentence got cut off by a startled moan as one of bruce's hands left her hips and snaked around to pressure her clit.

she moaned out his name as he continued his assault, his finger now rubbing slowly against the bundle of nerves.

"fuck," he panted from behind her. "you gonna cum for me, yeah?"

she nodded, her body shaking in his arms. she wasn't sure how much longer she could take it before she collapsed onto the floor, but god did she love it.

"i need words, sweetheart." he said, his halting the actions of his fingers. he was still pumping into her, likely because he too was close, but she immediately whined at the loss of contact against her sensitive clit.

"yes!" she choked out, only to then moan again when he twiddled her clit between the pads of his calloused fingers.

it didn't take long before she could feel herself nearing an orgasm. biting her lip to prevent herself from screaming, y/n came roughly, legs shaking so hard she was scared her knees were going to buckle out from under her. she expected bruce to slow down, maybe give her a moment to recuperate, but his pace only quickened to a near impossible state. he was back to holding her hips with both hands, using his virtually painful grip on her body in order to pound into her even harder. she was shaking like a limp ragdoll in his arms, incoherent moans leaving her open mouth. she was even more sensitive than before, and she was sure anyone walking by would be able to hear her.

right when she was sure she'd get whiplash from being jerked around so much, not that she was complaining, she felt bruce let go inside of her, his liquid coating her insides. once he was finished, he slowed to a stop and slipped softly out of her. she almost immediately fell to the floor, but his now gentle grip was quick to grab onto her.

he spun her around to face him, supporting her weight with ease. he gave her an amused smile, and she couldn't help but just stare at him, her face still stuck in a fucked-out haze. her makeup was smeared, and there were many loose, frizzy hairs stuck to her face. she managed to pull her dress back down to cover herself, but it was full of wrinkles, and there was now a wet patch on the crotch.

bruce pulled her into his chest and leaned down to press a lasting kiss onto her lips. she brought her weak arms up to wrap around his neck, and he continued to hold onto her, now moving his hands up to her waist rather than her sensitive hips. the kiss was slow and soft, a large contrast to his actions only moments ago.

"what'd ya say we ditch this joint, yeah?" he said once he'd pulled away.

"but bruce.." she began to murmur, obviously still dazed.

"the gala can wait," he reassured. "i'm not needed there anyways. what matters to me is getting you home."

she frowned up at him, but it really didn't take long for her to give in. she hated to admit it, but with how rough he had been, there was some much-needed aftercare in store for her. and knowing bruce, he was going to make it his life's mission to make sure she is as comfortable as possible.

"alright.." she said eventually. she went to step out of his grasp, only for her legs to buckle under her weight on the first step. stifling a laugh, bruce scooped her into his arms bridal-style before she could even process what had happened.

"you still think he could fuck you better than me?" he teased as he pushed open the door. all she could do was giggle in response, resting her head on his shoulder as he carried her down the corridor and into their waiting car. as she'd suspected, she was showered in warm baths, cozy cuddles, and her favorite snacks for the rest of the evening, and though she was definitely sore, there was not a single ounce of regret in her mind.

[mssturniolo]

What best friends do (Jason Todd x F READER (Titans)

Ok so this is requested By - Someone

TW - SMUT,

Omg I'm in love with JASON TODD

(Y/s/n) YOU'RE SUPERHERO NAME

Y/n and Jason are best friends they only had each other well that's how they felt, Jason parents died and y/n parents were nice but her dad went to drugs and her mother killed herself then her father did the same so y/n and Jason stuck by each other sides but when batman took Jason in he also took you in aswell you had a power that was good you could control wind batman called you Y/S/N, it was good, you and Jason would have so much fun, but to fast forward you were now with the old robin in his tower with the titans he called us. No one and when I say no one I mean no one could ever tear Jason and y/n apart they did everything together their first kiss their first scary movie everything

"Jason is that you" y/n asked as her door opened at 3am "mhm" Jason murmured "well come cuddle" y/n said puting her arms out for a hug, Jason walked in the bed and cuddle y/n, in the morning y/n woke up with Jason still in her bed she smiled and looked at the sleeping boy she really liked him but she didn't wanna ruin her friendship with someone she could never live with out, "Good morning sleeping beauty" Jason said puting his hand in her hair, she rolled her eyes at him, her door opened suddenly the two jumped away from each other "Hey y/n have you seen ja- oh um did I interrupt something" dick asked and he looked at us "No um I couldn't sleep so I came in here I always do um I'm sorry" Jason said getting up going to leave and then he turn and said "Good bye my lady" Jason winked, y/n blushed "y/n" duck said sitting on my bed "What?" She answered "BE careful and if anything make sure he wears a condom I don't want little babies in here" dick said leaving.

Jason had his arm around you watching TV with you it was Sunday day that means no training "What a cute couple" Gar compliments "Fuck off Gar" y/n saids "Yeah we're just friends" Jason said, ouch friend zoned "R can you tell you're little boyfriend to leave me Jason lone please" y/n asks not taking her head away from the tv "Sure but not my boyfriend" the girl answered taking him somewhere else, Y/n made it to jason lap cuddle into his side but she felt something hard she realized she was gonna say something but decided she's gonna make a move, she started to moved pretending to get comfortable "Y/n stop it" Jason said under his breath "Why I'm just trying to get comfortable" y/n replied, she started to move again but Jason grabbed her hips "Y/n I know you feel my boner now don't start something you can't finish" Jason said before letting go of her hips, turned around on his lap so they were face to face "What if I could finish it" y/n replied, Jason didn't know how to respond to that he just looked in to the girls eyes but he found himself slowly moving his eyes down to her lips, neither of them noticed that they were getting closer and closer till their noses touched, they both connected their lips, y/n rocked her hips back and forth, Jason picked her up and brought her to his room and put her on the bed He climbed on top of her and started to make out with her "Jason what if they hear us" y/n asked "Then that's means I'm doing my job right" Jason answered, y/n nodded then she told him to take off his shirt and she would take hers off so he did and she did but y/n did not have a bra on "Holy shit" Jason murmured, he put his mouth on the left boob and his his hand on the right one "Jason" y/n moan he went to her neck and suck a few purple marks he went down and then we down and pulled her pants and panties off.

He licked his lips , he went closer to her pussy and licked it, y/n moaned Jason knew what he was doing so he knew she would be a moaning mess, Jason sucked her cilt hard and added two fingers in her "Jason!" Y/n Nearly Screamed, Jason took that as a sigh not to stop so he didn't he went faster "Jason stop" y/n moaned "How did that feel" Jason asked the girl "Amazing" y/n replied, y/n wanted to repay the favor so she filped him over "what are you doing" Jason asked "Repaying the favor" she answered going down and pulling off his shorts and boxers, his dick was huge, y/n put him in her mouth all the way "Fuck baby girl you trying to kill me" Jason asked moaning, y/n couldn't fit him in her mouth she took her hand and rubed the part that couldn't fit in her mouth while she sucked him off "Fuck baby girl stop I wanna cum in you" Jason moaned, she took her mouth off of his dick, Jason filp her over "you ready baby girl" Jason asked "yes jason I'm ready" y/n answered back, Jason pushed in this was y/n first time so it hurt at first but after a while and Jason in her it felt good "Fuck baby girl youre so tigh" jason said "move please" y/n moaned, Jason didn't need to be asked twice, he pulled out almost all the way out and slammed back in "JASON!" He grind and did it again and again but harder everytime, "Jason Fuck!" Y/n Screamed, Jason hit her G-Spot "Baby girl who makes you feel like this" Jason asked slamming into her, y/n couldn't form a sentence, y/n tried to speak but it came out as a moan, Jason laughed, He loved that he made you feel like this he loved that you're eyes roll in the back of you're head because of him he loves that he made you moan he loved everything about this about you " I'm almost there Jason" y/n moaned "Me too Me too" Jason moaned "JASON!" Y/n cried she orgasmed "fuck baby girl I think they heard you" Jason laughed, y/n Squeeze around his dick he came right in her "good thing I'm on birth control" y/n laughed Jason laughed with her, Jason stayed in her for a couple of minutes but then got dressed they walked out of Jason's bed room and into the living room everyone was in there "Not you're girlfriend huh" Gar asks "wasn't" Jason replied "so you all heard it" y/n asked she was so embarrassed "Yes we did" dawn said "and even if we didn't you have marks on youre neck" kory said " God" y/n said "we you two safe" dick asked "No" Jason said proudly "WHAT!" Dick yelled "I'm on birth control" I told dick "oh thank god" dick said "we can not leave you guys alone" hank said "What this is what best friends do" jason said y/n rolled her eyes and then grabbed Jason hand went to go lay down because she was tried they went in her room and layed down her played in her hair falling asleep

THE END

[makethatelevenrings]

Invisible // B. Wayne x f!reader

Requested? Yes!

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI, praise kink, sex toys

Summary: It seems like nothing you can do is right or valued. Your husband makes sure you know you’re loved.

“The Princess of Gotham,” tabloids declared. “Wayne’s woman.”

You hated the attention, especially the focus on your relationships rather than your work. To the public, you were the one who reformed notorious playboy Bruce Wayne to settle down. To the Justice League, you were Batman’s guiding compass and the only one able to wrangle all of the Gotham vigilantes.

Every detail about you and your family’s life was under constant scrutiny from the press and the public. You couldn’t even go to the grocery store with Alfred anymore without someone taking a photo and posting it on the internet criticizing your clothes and hair. You were exhausted, but you had an easy job. Your family were under the microscope of paparazzi by day and being beaten down by the criminal underworld of Gotham and Bludhaven at night.

You felt guilty by your frustration and frustrated by your guilt. It was a constant cycle of never being good enough. While you excelled with one kid, you failed another. Where you shone in one spot of the press, you faltered in another.

That frustration and guilt is why you found yourself aggressively beating the shit out of some eggs in the kitchen. Alfred sat at the table with a newspaper in hand, his eyes occasionally flickering to where you were making pancakes. Your wrists ached from the sheer amount of pancake batter you had made, but you had to make sure it would be enough for a small army because curse your family’s insane metabolism.

You were so engrossed in your work that you didn’t even hear footsteps enter the kitchen until a voice spoke up.

“Uhhh…Alf? You okay?” Tim asked. “Why aren’t you cooking?”

“Mistress Y/N insisted on making breakfast this morning and I agreed to the welcome break.”

“Hi Timmy,” you greeted. “Coffee pot’s full and I set out your favorite mug.”

He eyed you suspiciously but headed over to pour himself a cup regardless. As you were pouring batter onto the griddle, more people started piling into the kitchen. You tried to keep up with the food specifications you remembered. Strawberries for Jason, whipped cream and chocolate chips for Dick, waffles for Steph instead of pancakes, the list went on and on. By the time Bruce came downstairs, you had pancake batter smeared across your forehead and flour all down the apron you were wearing.

“Morning?” His greeting sounded more like a question as he bent down to press a kiss to your cheek. You let out a noncommittal hum and handed him a plate with a towering stack of pancakes.

“You have a meeting with Lucius at nine, a tour of the updated children’s wing of the hospital at eleven, lunch at one with Amanda Waller, a meeting with Lois at three to give her quotes on a story, and Tim and you need to discuss the next gala preparations with the design team at some point today,” you rattled off. “I made sure everyone’s calendars were updated and you will get notifications fifteen minutes before an event.”

The table fell silent and you looked up to find many, many concerned vigilantes staring at you. You flipped the last pancake up and onto a plate without even looking and set it in front of Alfred, pointedly ignoring the magazine he had traded out when Bruce snagged the newspaper from him. The front page cover was detailing your fashion fails of the year instead of the thousands you had raised and donated for Arkham reforms and better research into mental health.

“Alright, then. I need to go shower and get ready for the day,” you announced. You brushed the dirt metaphorically, and literally holy shit that was a lot of flour, off of your hands, hung your apron up on the wall hooks, and flitted out of the kitchen without another word.

“Did she…did she even eat?” Duke asked. Bruce lowered his coffee from his lips and his eyes narrowed as he thought over the question.

“Alfred, did Y/N eat before she cooked breakfast?”

“No, Master Bruce, I believe she did not. She was entirely focused on serving breakfast this morning. It appears, sir, that she is feeling as though she has something to prove.”

The world’s greatest detective took in the crime scene around him. Frantic morning cooking, making sure everyone had their favorite food, schedules memorized…his gaze drifted to the magazine in Alfred’s hands and it all clicked into place.

Bruce shoved back from the table and stood. “Alfred, cancel my meetings for the day unless someone else can take them. I have something I need to do.”

“Right on, sir. Took you long enough.” The last part was muttered and Bruce didn’t even have a retort for that. Alfred was right, as usual. His wife felt like a burden and he needed to prove that she wasn’t.

You took a longer than normal shower, but it was still under twenty minutes. There might have been a few tears shed. You were just bone tired and didn’t know how to fix it. It felt like nothing you did was ever enough.

Sliding on the short, silken robe Bruce had bought you once, you entered the master bedroom and paused at the sight of your husband seated on the bed.

“You’re supposed to be heading to work right now,” you pointed out.

“Tim is handling the business side of things. Dick and Jason are going to the hospital wing opening, Cass will handle Waller.”

“Okay…did something happen? JL business? Rogue attack?”

“No.”

You tossed your pajamas into the dirty clothes hamper in the massive closet attached to the master bedroom and turned to lean against the doorframe. You were fully aware of the silken fabric rippling across your skin and the heat of his gaze as he traced the lines of your body. Bruce held his hand out for you and, like he was gravity, you approached the bed and slid your hand in his.

“Have I told you recently how beautiful you are?” he murmured. One of his hands slid down to rest at the hem of the robe. It brushed just barely over the tops of your thighs and his fingers dug into the sensitive skin there, pulling you closer so his face was nearly level with your stomach.

“Every part of you,” he said. Bruce slid his hands along the back of your thighs, over the swell of your ass, and up your back before he moved to caress your stomach. He drew his hands along your skin to the front of the ties of your robe. Slowly, carefully, as if unwrapping a fragile present, he undid the knot and slipped the sleeves down your arms.

The robe dropped to the floor, pooling at your feet in a puddle of silken barrier. You were nude before him, a sight he had seen many times, but this felt different. Bruce tilted his chin up to gaze upon you like you were the moon and he was seeing the night sky for the very first time. 

“Your brilliant mind,” he breathed, brushing one hand over your temple. You shuddered against his touch, your eyes falling shut as your heart swelled with affection.

“Your beautiful smile.” A touch against your lips. One of his fingers slipped between your lips and stroked along your tongue. You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked along his calloused finger before releasing it with a pop, eliciting a groan from him. He dragged his hand down to your neck, his fingers enclosing lightly around your throat as your own personal collar.

“Your voice. Hearing you speak about reforming the city or talking about the kids or chewing out idiots is so incredibly hot.” The hand slipped lower to rest on your sternum and he leaned forward, his lips capturing one of your nipples. You ran your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck and arched your chest against his warm tongue. He chuckled low in his throat as he licked, sucked, and lavished attention on your breast before breaking away to do the same to the other.

“God, I love your tits,” he rasped once he pulled away. You were panting by now, ache and need pooling between your thighs. Your mouth opened in a broken moan as his hands slid lower…almost there…almost… his hands left your body.

He hummed, pleased with himself as you whined at the loss of contact. Bruce grabbed your ass and he swiftly spun you around and laid you out onto the bed. His strong hands held your thighs apart and he gazed at your core with a fire burning in his eyes.

“I love the pretty noises you make and how wet you get for me and how good you squeeze around my cock. Because you’re my best girl. So good for me. Perfect.”

He punctuated his sentence by flattening his tongue and licking a stripe up your cunt. One of his hands left your thigh and reached off to the side, but you were too busy thinking about the sheer heat that burned in your veins to question his actions until the small bullet vibration touched your clit and sent sparks through your fucking toes. You yelped, high and breathy as the vibrator dipped lower to sop up some of your juices and then returned back to your bundle of nerves.

“The best part is that only I get to hear those noises,” he praised. “Only I get to pull you apart and put you back together. I love you, Y/N, and I don’t say it enough.”

“Enough sappy bullshit,” you panted. “Stop being a fucking tease and let me come.”

You could feel his grin against the thin skin of your thigh as he plunged a finger into your weeping pussy. The thrust of his finger coupled with the constant vibration had waves of pleasure crashing over you in a matter of minutes. Bruce pressed a kiss stained with your juices against your thigh and then leaned his temple against your inner knee, gazing up at you.

“It’s easy to feel invisible when the world is focused on what they can see,” he said. “But what they don’t see is the person holding us all together.”

You blinked past the burning of tears in your eyes and flapped a dismissive hand at him. “Give me two more of those and then we can talk.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Batmomxbruce loving on each other and kid (or kids) walk in on them

Keep the Doors Locked

Bruce Wayne x batmom!reader

There’s a massive downside to having an army of children.

Warnings: smut, protected sex, getting walked in on, overstimulation, fluff, batman is scared of his wife, jokes about divorce, batmom is bi

WC: 1.1k

Minors DNI

Bruce’s grunts were like music to your ears as he thrust into you, the fat head of his cock bashing almost painfully into your cervix. His massive calloused hand was pressing down on the back of your head, forcing your face into the black silk pillowcase, drool running down your chin and eyes rolling back into your skull.

“Fucking take it. Take my cock.” He growled, his other hand hitching your hips up higher so he could drive himself even deeper within you. He didn’t care that you had already cum twice on his cock and three times on his tongue and fingers. Your husband had already spilled his hot cum all over your generous tits but he was still going.

Between a recent injury during patrol, issues at Wayne Enterprises, an increase in villainous activity and baby Thomas learning to walk, which was quickly followed by running, neither of you have had any time with each other. It had been a month since you had sex and it definitely wore you both down.

So now, with Damian at the Kents for the weekend, and Thomas in Alfred’s care for the day, you had been quickly pinned to the Alaska king and ravished. 

The bed was now bare save for the pillow beneath your head and the two under your wide hips, keeping you propped upright as you went boneless. “Bruuuuuuuuuce.” You moaned, a less powerful orgasm washing over you, your pussy clenching down on your husband’s cock.

You shivered as his body slumped over yours, his face tucking into your neck as he shifted his arms to wrap around your thick waist, his hands resting on your plump tummy. “Perfect, my perfect girl.” Your pussy burned with the overstimulation but you still reached behind you and tugged on Bruce’s black hair, urging him to go faster, your voice failing you.

Bruce shifted his hips, angling his thrusts downwards. The knot in your stomach twisted tight and the breath knocked from your lungs as the underside of his dick rubbed deliciously against your g-spot. “God I missed this pussy.” He groaned into your ear, cock twitching wildly within you.

“Gonna make me cum.” His voice was gruff and dark, almost like when he went out on patrol. You attempted to roll your hips beneath him to match his thrusts but his assault on you was too powerful, your mind going completely blank as another orgasm built inside you.

“Hey dad, I- Holy Shit!!! What are you doing to my mother?!?!” Tim was standing frozen in the doorway, Bernard close behind him, face completely red and flushed as he desperately avoided eye contact with you. Bruce quickly caged you below him, trying to prevent the boys from seeing your naked body. “Out!” The door slammed shut and you heard the boys scramble away.

With a grumble, Bruce pulled out of you, making you whine. He sat back on his heels, wincing at your puffy lower lips. “Sorry love, guess I went a bit too hard.” His big hands rubbed your bruised ass cheeks but you just chuckled. “It’s fine my heart, just help me up, we should talk to the boys.”

Bruce pulled you up to his chest, lightly kissing your neck. He helped you off the bed and handed you one of his oversized hoodies for his days off and a pair of loose shorts before pulling the condom off his softening length and throwing it away and putting on his own clothes. Just as he was running a hand through his hair in an attempt to straighten it out, the door opened once more, a very angry Dick and Jason stood in the entryway, glaring daggers at their father.

“How dare you.” Jason hissed. “Defiling our mother like that. Shame on you.” He stroked your hair gently, cradling you to his large body. You stood there absolutely bewildered as Dick quickly followed his little brother, standing in front of his dad, staring him down. “In the middle of the day too?! When anyone could walk in?!” 

Bruce threw his hands in the air in frustration. “She’s my wife! We’re going to have sex! How do you think Tommy got here.” Both boys gasped. “Our mother is a saint, how dare you accuse her of such a thing.” 

“It’s a fact!” Bruce was clearly getting very annoyed at his two oldest sons and combined with the fact that he was still incredibly pent up, his face was steadily getting redder and redder as the vein in his forehead stood out even more. “No it is not! Everyone knows that Tommy was delivered by storks. I mean, that is what you told Damian.” Your head snapped up to look at the second Robin, eyes widening in shock as your husband suddenly went very quiet.

After you had gotten pregnant, Damian had quite a few questions as to how babies were made. And since you had given the sex talk to your other three boys, you left Bruce to do it himself. “Bruce. Tell me you didn’t.” He was avoiding eye contact. “I can neither confirm nor deny this.” “Jesus Christ.” Suddenly, you had a very bad tension headache, one that you got when any member of your family has done or was about to do something incredibly stupid.

“So big man, what room are you going to be sleeping in for the next month while ma decides if she wants to divorce you?” Dick seemed incredibly satisfied with himself for that. Jason had the smuggest look you had ever seen on his face as Bruce suddenly went very pale. “I’m just gonna, yeah.” And he turned and ran from the room, almost like he wasn’t Batman. 

The two older boys high fived each other, obviously having been planning on sharing that secret when the time was right. You sighed and dug your fingertips into your temples, trying to relieve the pounding in your skull. All you wanted was a day full of fun sex with your husband, now you’ve go to deal with said husband, telling your second youngest where babies actually came from, and comforting your middle child and his boyfriend.

Turning your glare on the two Robins, you cleared your throat. “I better be getting the best Mother’s day present ever for this.” “Yeah of course mom.” “Don’t we always get you awesome gifts?” They spoke at the same time. You smiled fondly at them and reached up to cup their faces. “Oh baby birds, when did you get so big?”

Jason’s face went red and he looked away but Dick nuzzled into your palm like the little puppy he was. “Alright, let me go deal with Tim and then your father is getting a very stern talking to.” You grumbled, pulling your hands away in favour of stuffing them into the pocket of the hoodie you were wearing. You strode to the door but paused right before you left the room, looking back at the brothers.

“And boys.” “Yes ma?” “If your father and I ever get divorced, I’m marrying Selina.” Their shouts of protest carried throughout the house.

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Not gonna lie, I've been really struggling to write since I wrote my last fic. It kind of feels like all of my writing beans left me when I posted it, but this lil game makes me really want to write.

How many works do you have on ao3? 155 (holy shit????)

What's your total ao3 word count? 682,114

What fandoms do you write for? Currently? Mostly 9-1-1, but occasionally Teen Wolf stuff

Top five fics by kudos: 1. Queer Robins Club 5246 kudos DC | Mature | 4.9k words

2. Dustin's Dad(s) 3783 kudos Steddie | Teen | 5.2k words

3. give me a sign, I want you next to me 2528 kudos Buddie | Teen | 7k words

4. let me see them tan lines 2399 kudos Buddie | Teen | 2.8k words

5. On the Ropes 2349 kudos Sterek | Teen | 5.4k words

Do you respond to comments? Yes! I try to respond to every comment!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? With a Whimper probably. It's also the only first person POV fic I've ever written lol.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Basically all of my fics have happy/hopeful endings? Maybe there ain't no turning back?

Do you get hate on fics? I have before but not recently!

Do you write smut? I do :)

Craziest crossover: Back Alley Deals is a crossover between Batman and Teen Wolf where Stiles goes to Gotham and ends up hooking up with Jason Todd.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yeah a couple times in the Sterek fandom! I don't found out because some friends found them.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! A few of them have been. I'm always open to translations.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes! There was a Jaytim WIP exchange last year that I took part in.

All time favourite ship? I can't pick one? Either Sterek or Buddie probably.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Right now it feels like all of them, but probably my fic affectionately titled The Repression Symphony where I go through the movements of a symphony and dive into Eddie's religious trauma.

What are your writing strengths? I think dialogue and descriptions probably.

What are your writing weaknesses? Endings are hard!

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? I don't really do it because I only speak English I don't want to use google translate to write it.

First fandom you wrote in? Harry Potter

Favourite fic you've written? I can't pick one!!!

give your heart and soul to charity Teen | 12.5k | Buddie Eddie finally address his Catholic trauma and guilt.

lay your cards down, down, down Mature | 6.3k | Buddie Buck and Eddie wake up married in Vegas

there ain't no turning back Explicit | 28.3k | Buddie Buddie healing road trip, my beloved

every road and every highway led me right back to your door Teen | 2.5k | Sterek A woman gives Derek a baby and then turns to mist, he calls Stiles.

it hurts to hope for more Mature | 15.6k | Buddie Buck experiences a major non-romantic heartbreak and is forced to look at his life in a new way.

Tagged by @honestlydarkprincess @devirnis @dangerpronebuddie @diazsdimples @wikiangela

@jesuiscenseedormir @cal-daisies-and-briars @bi-buckrights @neverevan

No pressure tagging @rosieposiepuddingnpie @inell @sunshinediaz @spagheddiediaz @jeeyuns

@elvensorceress @watchyourbuck @shitouttabuck @thekristen999 @thewolvesof1998

@acountrygirlsfun @actualalligator @tizniz @rainbow-nerdss @eddiebabygirldiaz

@generatorcat @glaciya @withmyteeth @loserdiaz @monsterrae1

@spotsandsocks @underwaterninja13 @steadfastsaturnsrings @jesuisici33 @wildlife4life

and anyone else who wants to share!

[thisisapaige]

Tagged by @mercurialkitty. Thanks! This was fun :-)

20 Questions for Writers

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 59

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 645,479

3. What fandoms do you write for? Just Supernatural. I have the brainworms and they are in the shape of Thee One and Only Castiel.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

stay, In Just Saying It, Non Solum, Still Waters Run Deep, Sleeping Together

5. Do you respond to comments? Most of them. I do get kind of overwhelmed (with love and joy) if someone comments on all the chapters as they read, so I'll often reply to their final comment. And if the comments are rude, I ignore them (doesn't happen often, but it has).

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Thee fic that started it all: Empty Spaces. A bold choice for my first posting, lol. At least I wrote a sequel? :-P

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Something Blue. I wrapped that up with a bow. As a commenter wrote, "Holy happy ending, Batman!!!!!"

8. Do you get hate on fics? Mmmmm, not sure I'd call it hate but I did have a commenter who wasn't happy with the direction The Angel went in. Thankfully, they figured out the fic wasn't to their tastes and decided to leave halfway through.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yeah. It's fun to write but, whew, very difficult to edit, lol. As for what kind... somewhat-idealized- romantic-everyone-has-a-good-time-and-feels-their-feelings kind of smut, I think. Most of the time... Murder the World was a lot more angsty.

10. Do you write crossovers? Nah. I don't really have the fic bug for other fandoms.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yup! A couple in Russian and one in Chinese.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No. I don't know if I'd be able to. I don't think I'd be a very good partner :-P. I don't even like a beta to look at my stuff 'till the draft is done and I read it though a couple times.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? It's the DeanCas of it all.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? The Path of the Righteous Man (my reverse verse fic) is like, my white whale. I keep going back to it and never adding a single word. The block is strong on that one.

16. What are your writing strengths? Introspection and action. Both are sooooo fun.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Dialogue. UGH. Dialogue. How do people talk? Hell if I know.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Sure. My monolingual ass won't, though.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Posted? SPN. Written on loose leaf paper as a tiny child, which has been lost to the ages (thank goodness)? Final Fantasy VII.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? This is a mean, mean question. I cannot chose one! I cannot! So have a selection (answer subject to change in 30 seconds):

stay for being my fix it that allowed me to continue enjoying the show after that fiasco of an ending.

The Angel for being the fantasy epic I always wanted to write.

insi(de an)d outside for being some of my strongest writing.

Still Waters Run Deep for being my first bang and also because I have prints of the art reafre made and that still blows my mind.

Something Blue because it took me on a very personal journey (and also I just posted it so it's fresh in my mind).

I *could* probably post most of my fic, honesty. I like my stuff. I wrote them for me, after all.

Tagging: @angelcasendgame @hornystiel @wormstacheangel @bloodydeanwinchester if you so chose to participate!

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4:23am

paring: idol/bf!seonghwa × gf!reader

genre: smut & fluff if u squint

warnings: thigh riding, oral (m receiving) , pet names (baby & pretty) I think that's it , if I missed any my apologies

(not proofread)

"hwa" u spoke up after 3 hours of quietness filling the room. you were in his dorm room while the rest of the members played games and yelled in the living room. He looks away from his batman Lego set to look at you, "yes y/n?" He spoke softly focusing on only you, placing some legos he still had in his hand onto the table. "come pay attention to me" he smiled at your sentence, standing up and walking over to his bed, you invite him into ur arms and he gladly takes the invite, crawling on the bed as he hugs u back, kicking off his slides. He lays ontop of u placing gentle and soft kisses on ur face,neck, and chest. u slowly close ur eyes, feeling comfortable in your boyfriends arms. "Don't go to sleep now pretty, u made me stop doing what I was doing to pay attention to you" he speaks softly, slowly taking off ur shirt (it's his), u open ur eyes back up to see him staring directly at you. He sits up to fully admire u in this moment. He lifts a eyebrow , cocking his head to side seeing that u were only wearing a shirt, nothing else. "were u hoping this would happen?" He says going down to kiss ur stomach. "No.." u mumble trying not to let a moan out as seonghwa kisses the inside of your thighs. "right." He says lifting back up to take his shirt off, tossing it somewhere in his room. He gets up to sit on his chair, getting comfortable as u sit up and stare in confusion. "What are u doing??" U say grabbing the shirt he took off of u, slipping it back on. U go to stand infront of him where he pulls u onto his lap. "I'm pleasing my baby. Duh." He says almost sarcastically. He places u more onto his thigh, starting to bounce his leg as ur ontop of it. He smirks when u let out a small 'oh'. "Be quiet now pretty, the members are home. Can't let them hear ur cute little noises" he says going back to messing with his legos. U start to hump his thigh, almost desperately. Letting out muffled moans since ur biting onto ur boyfriend's shoulder. He let's out a soft whimper from the pain ur bringing him. Trying to focus on the legos was hard, it was hard ignoring ur cute little noises and his growing member. "Hwa.. m' gonna cum" u shakily speak, he stops moving and pulls u off his thigh. "Cmon pretty let's go to the bed" he smiles at u knowing that he just declined ur release. Feeling a little annoyed by it u get out of his arms and push him back onto the chair, kneeling down infront of him. He stares at u in awe, not knowing that ur jus gonna do the same to him. "Is my baby treating me tonight??"he smiles as u pull down his sweats and boxers, his dick already leaking with precum springs up. Not even having to spit on it u put it in ur mouth, knowing that seonghwa gets talkative when u give him head, he places his hand onto ur head, pushing u down to take him all. U gag a bit , but determined to get him of the verge of tears u continue on. Bobbing ur head up n down , using ur hand for the rest of him. "y/n..." he moans out, thrusting his hips up, fucking the inside of ur mouth. "Holy shit.. m' close" he whines, letting out whimpers,whines and moans not even trying to be quiet. "u said u wouldn't be fucking tonight wtf?!" Wooyoung screams out as he walks into his older member getting head on his chair. U stop and seonghwa pulls out of ur mouth mumbling under his breath. Wooyoung closes the door soon after, not wanting to see such a scene. "I knew hwa wasn't a dom, give me my 40 san." He says holding his hand out.

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a little timkon smut for you all

words: 4,166

summary:

Tim never likes to admit it- and does a damn good job of trying to suppress it- but holy shit is he vocal during sex.

And Kon loves it. To hear each and every sound, knowing that he drew it out of the other? It’s intoxicating. It’s heavenly. He could live off of it.

or: kon loves making tim moan

[mrswhozeewhatsis]

Hello, do you know of any good Dean x reader x Sam love triangles filled with a lot of angst and just keeps breaking your heart 😅

Thank you!

Well, a quick look at my Dean x reader x Sam tag brings up some promising fics! I'll list a couple here, and you can peruse the rest at your leisure. (Why are so many of these A/B?O)

Tattered by @stusbunker - A/B/O, kinda canon-compliant, FULL OF ANGST but with a happy ending!

Her Saviors by @bamby0304 - A/B/O, canon-compliant, FULL OF ANGST, and still in process. Kind of a series rewrite fic.

The Best Laid Plans by @crashdevlin - I'm not sure if this is exactly what you're looking for. A/B/O, kinda canon-compliant, OMG SO MUCH ANGST, and also includes a de-aged John! In this one, Dean and Sam don't share the reader like in the others, and there are a lot of triggering scenes (dubcon and noncon) involving our main characters. This one isn't listed under my Dean x Reader x Sam tag since they never share her.

Looking at my own masterlist because I love having both brothers and not having to choose:

Cracker Jack Prize - My first-ever piece of fiction. I gave her a name, but she's really just a reader insert. So Mary Sue. Everyone loves her. She's got powers. It's formatted stupidly on AO3. Someday I might try and fix that.

Third Wheel - I challenged myself to write the smuttiest smut I could write and this was what happened. Reader grew up with the Campbells, starts off with Soulless Sam, adds Dean later, there's some angst when Sam gets his soul back, but there's a happy ending. Cuz I'm a sucker for a happy ending.

I'd Be Better - I saw a gifset and it gave me angsty feels.

Leave Unsaid Unspoken - This has Jo instead of a reader character, but HOLY ANGST, BATMAN. Trigger warning in tags.

Maybe somebody else has more recs?

[stxxllaaa]

A Debt Unpaid

pairing: bruce wayne x blackfem!reader

summary: you find out batman's identity and you help him when he's hurt. he then pays his debt

word count: 1.8k

18+ only please leave if you're underage

warnings: language, smut, my shitty writing

proofread: i didn't proof read so sorry if its iffy

a/n: i'll be writing more, i've been busy lately, sorry 💗

You had just gotten off of your 8 hour shift at the hospital, being a ER Nurse. During you're shift you had saw things that scared you, they made you think about how horrifying Gotham has become. You have lived in Gotham your whole life and you've witnessed things that would traumatized people. But during your whole life in Gotham the one thing that comforted you was the rain.

You loved the rain pattering on surfaces it relaxes you. You were now sitting in your car after being drained for the past hours. You turned your head to the clock it read '3:05'. It was three in the morning and you were exhausted. You put on your seatbelt and started your car. You pulled out of the parking lot and started to merge into the road.

While you were driving you were going through the radio and none of them were good. " This sucks", you said under your breath. You settled for a radio that was playing 'Save Your Tears' by the weekend, humming to the song. You decided to take a back road to get to your home faster. You had took the right turn at the end of the main road. The road was empty with the couple of flickering street lights. While your were gliding down the road you saw a big figure limping just about to fall to the floor.

"Holy shit", you said while pulling over. You quickly got out of your car and sprinted over the the hurt person. The closer you got the more you realized the the hurt person was actually the vigilante 'Batman'. But you didn't care you only thought about how he was hurt. "Are okay", you asked the vigilante. "I'm fine", he said, "Well you don't look like it". " I told you i'm fine", he muttered. "Well that's to bad big man, you look hurt so i'm going to help you." you said.

He sighed in response knowing that he wasn't going to fight knowing that he was too hurt to do so. You held the big man up and helped him limp into the back of your car. He plopped down and you shut the door behind him. You got into the drivers seat and put on your seatbelt. While doing so you asked him "What happened bat boy" "Nothing", he muttered in pain. "C'mon tell me I have to figure out what happened so that I can help you". You lied you only wanted to know what happened because your nosy. "Well if you must know I flew down the Police Department building." he said. "WHAT" I yelled out of shock. "Like the top!" "yeah".

You had made it your townhouse, which only took you 10 minutes since you were already near your house. You parked your car in your driveway. You got out of you're car and went to the back seat to help him out of your silver honda. "Nice place you got here", he said. "Thanks I have to work my ass off for it", you said with a sarcastic smile. The two of you made it up your stairs and you took your keys out of your purse and unlocked the door.

You helped him onto your couch after locking the door behind you. " you want something to drink?", you asked. "No thanks", "well then lets get to work." You went upstairs to your bathroom and grabbed your first aid kit. You ran downstairs to hear Batman's groans in pain, which made get to him faster. "Hey bat boy for me to help you I have to you have to take off you suit, well at least the top half.", you said. "No", "I'm sorry but you don't have an option." He scoffed, and started to take off the top half off his armor.

He was now shirtless sitting on my couch. His abs were breathtaking they were sculpted out like a Greek god. I couldn't keep my eyes off of them but I had to. His wounds were way worse than I expected. This First aid kit wasn't going to do him justice. He needed to be stitched up. "Hey big boy i'm going to have to stitch you up". I swear I could see the corners of his mouth lift up just a centimeter when I called him big boy. "Do whatever you need to do I have to go.", he said. "Bat boy I think Gotham can go an hour without their Guardian.", I said. "Whatever". I rolled my eyes and went upstairs to my bathroom to grab the stitching kit.

20 minutes later

I had just finished stitching up all of his wound all together there was probably 10 I now know to never jump off the high ass building. "Hey batman if you have any more wounds tell me?", I asked. "No", he says. Right when you were about to get him ready to go you see a drop of blood fall from his cowl. "I know that you don't want me to know your identity but I need to help you batman and if helping you means taking off your cowl and finding out your identity I will do it, I promise I won't tell anyone", I say. "No", he said. "Please batman I need to help you", I said almost begging. He hesitated. " If I take off my mask then that means you can't tell anyone, and whenever I get hurt you'll be the one I come to", he stated. "Every time?", I whined sarcastically. I could see the ends of his mouth come up just a little bit. He then hesitated to pull of his cowl, but eventually did it.

I was shocked to see 'Gotham's Crowned Prince' Bruce Wayne. "There is no way", I said. I hit him across the shoulder and said. "You are the stupidest man alive, I can not believe the Bruce Wayne is Gotham's famous vigilante.", "Well surprise", he said without making an expression. Then it caught my eye. Batman, well Bruce had a cut on his cheekbone that was just about to show his cheekbone. I was shocked I never expected him to get all cut up like that. I gasped at the cut. "Bruce why did you hide this from me", I asked. "Wait can I call you Bruce?" I asked. "I guess, I mean you already know."

I was sitting next to him on the couch while I was stitching him up to the point where my knee was touching his thigh." I know this is weird and everything but can I sit on you lap just to y'know fix you cut", I asked. "sure", he mumbled. I then straddled his lap trying to be quick in case I was making him uncomfortable. While I was sitting on his lap I felt something hard growing under me but I just decided to ignore to not make this situation even more awkward. I finally finished stitching up Bruce. I got off of his lap. " Are you going to stay over I mean it's like 4:30 am" I asked. "I can't stay here I have to go", he said getting up abruptly. He started to put back him armor on. "Wait Bruce don't do anything stupid to open up your stitches.", I said. "I won't", he muttered. " Wait Before you leave me name is Stars. Stars Kyle." I said while smiling. Bruce then walked out the door. Since that day on Bruce or Batman was the only thing on her mind. That was the last time I heard from him for the past three days.

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The second Bruce got back to the manor he went straight to the bat cave to a little background check on the girl he met 'Stars Kyle'. He was thinking about her 24/7 she never left his mind.

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3 days later

You were currently enjoying your day off reading your favorite book with only your lamp on. You were wearing and over sized star wars shirt and knee socks. You started to here knocking on your window but you decided to ignore it because you thought it was rain. But then it got louder. You ripped your eyes away from the book to look over at your window and see the one and only batman. you walk over to your window and pull it open. "watcha' doin' here bat boy", you asked. "I have a debt and I need to pay it back. You're all i've thought about Stars you can't get out of my head", he confessed. Without thinking you grabbed his face with your hands and pressed your lips together. you moved your arms around his neck and he put his on your waist. He started to push you onto your bed and get on top of you. He moved from your lips to your jawline, making you whimper. you started to move your hands and pull off your shirt to reveal that you didn't have a bra underneath. He kissed from your jaw to your neck down to your breast. he kissed in between them then putting the left one in his mouth swirling it around. Which caused you to moan. Your moans and whimpers made him harder. He then put the right one in his mouth giving in the same amount of attention. Bruce then stood up. you repositioned you self to where you were sitting on the edge of your bed waiting for him. He began taking off his suit leaving him in his boxers. he smirked after seeing you waiting for him on your bed. He got back on top of you started to kiss you from the stomach down. He was now at the waistband of your panties looking up. "Are you sure?", he asked. ,"Yes, Bruce", you replied. He then curled his finger at the band off your panties and slowly pulled them down and then off of your legs. "So beautiful, look how wet your are for me", he mumbled which made you even wetter. He began to kiss your thighs teasing you. "Please Bruce", you moaned being impatient. Bruce then kissed your clit which send sparks through your spine. Bruce started to lick your folds, you were a moaning mess. he sucked on your clit flicking it with his tongue. Bruce i'm going to cum", I moaned. "Cum in my mouth baby", He said. Your hands went to grab his hair and started tugging on it slightly. moaned Which made him groan, the vibrations coming from his mouth sent you overboard, and you cummed in his mouth. He rode you through your orgasm. He laid down next to you and the both of you were practically panting. You got on top of him and then kissed him one more time. "Consider you're debt paid."

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A/N: please excuse the bad writing lmao. But nonetheless I hope you like it, like and repost please!! Let me know what you think! Request are open 💗

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Screwed Up [Podfic]

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/srix3gn by TheFanFicCup Original summary: “Look, Kent, the only way you’re getting out of writing this article is if you’re screwing one of them, so unless you tell me you and the Amazoni—“ Clark can’t help the honest-to-god snort of a laugh that pulls from him. God, Diana will get a kick out of that too when he tells her. Still laughing, Clark doesn’t even think about it. He just answers, “I mean, I’d say that B’s the one screwing me.” And then he freezes as he realizes what he actually said. And so does the rest of the newsroom. And it’s like he can see the air swell in front of his eyes as his face flushes red and the group takes what feels like a collective inhale before nearly everyone in the newsroom starts talking at once. In a move that probably makes him look even guiltier, Clark instinctually claps a hand over his mouth as if to take back the words. Oh no. Words: 13, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of TFFC's DC Podfics~ Fandoms: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, DC Extended Universe, Holy Musical B@man - Team StarKid Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Lois Lane, Perry White, Cat Grant, James "Jimmy" Olsen Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Superman/Batman, Clark Kent & Lois Lane, Clark Kent & Perry White, Clark Kent & Cat Grant Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Relationship Reveal, Accidental Relationship Reveal, Secret Relationship, Secret Relationship for Secret Identity reasons, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Clark Kent is Superman, Himbo Clark Kent, Daily Planet (DCU), Bisexual Clark Kent, Bisexual Bruce Wayne, Top Bruce Wayne, Bottom Clark Kent, Top Bruce Wayne/Bottom Clark Kent, this isn't smut, but that's relevant to the plot, Clark Kent Loves Bruce Wayne, Established Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Mentioned Bruce Wayne, Mentioned Diana (Wonder Woman), neither of them actually appear sorry, One Shot, Humor, Fluff and Crack, Podfic, Podfic Length: 0-10 Minutes read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/srix3gn

[summercourtship]

Hi Kyra! this post will just be me commenting my favorite moments from this chapter ( it’s so funny bcs this IS my favorite chapter so far… to be fair, every chapter that you post becomes my new favorite chapter….) so don’t be surprised of how LONG this will be…

I ABSOLUTELY ADORED THE FIRST SCENE!!!! how could you think of not putting it in??? it’s SO GOOD!!!! i loved edward getting conflicted about telling his fantasies to the mc, only to say it anyway bcs she basically said: “pretty please with a cherry on top 🥺🥺🥺” and after it he even strokes her hair??!!?! what a man….

I want to congratulate you on the build up and immersion that you created when Jonathan was guiding us to the basement! Holy fuck! that was INSANE!!!! i was genuinely scared while reading it, like i knew that he wasn’t going to actually hurt us BUT STILL!!!! and him (angrily) taking his glasses off when talking about Bruce (like i have this gut feeling that he still holds a resentment to him for dancing with us) was TOP TIER!!! and jesus fucking christ i don’t even need to say the smut part of it all so fucking good… the small gestures of yearning that he did (that could -it is- be him manipulating us BUT WHO GIVES A FUCK?) the “have you missed this?” YEAH I DID!!! and i KNOW he did too!! you can’t fool me!!! everything about was just perfect… goes to show that Jonathan Crane is intoxicating…. that jerk…

Bruce Wayne is the people’s princess, he IS the ultimate damsel in distress, EVERYONE IS OUT TO GET THAT MAN!!! but seriously, the scene where the reader is deciding that she is going to betray Bruce and he just smiles at her and she realizes that SHE CAN’T HURT HIM!!!!! IT MELTED MY HEART ❤️ him being worried and still being there for her…. BRUCE NATION WE WON SO HARD WITH THE PECK IN THE ROOFTOP AND WE ARE GOING TO A PARTY WITH MISTER WAYNEEEEEE!!!!!! WHAAAAAT??!!! him asking was so funny and cute too!!!! i absolutely LOVE their dynamic!!!

Thank you so much kyra!!! thanks for sharing your amazing story! i know how personal they are! i don’t think you get thanked enough!!! i love your art, i love the passion you have for it… so yeah thanks!!!

ahh! thank you so much! I love getting these asks, I love hearing everyone's thoughts and analysis of what I've written it really makes my work feel appreciated!

I was very nervous that the first smut scene would feel unnecessary or OOC but decided that it didn't matter! I also don't really think there's going to be anymore Edward smut (in this fic, at least) so I wanted to treat you all to some more since a lot more people liked their dynamic than I thought would when I was planning the fic! He's sweet now but he is also... volatile.

Thank you! I was so excited to write the basement scene with Jonathan and I'm glad you all are enjoying it! Jonathan definitely doesn't like Bruce, the extent of which will be revealed slowly. I also loved writing the contrast between Jonathan's downright tender moments and the gross filthy stuff. Both of which are, indeed, ways he's trying to regain his control over the reader.

Bruce and the reader's relationship is FINALLY moving somewhere lmao. I know y'all have been SOOO patient. It is so funny to me, though, that the reader is like to Batman "please please protect Bruce!! he's a lil baby, he can't protect himself!" because girl.... that IS BRUCE. he'll be fine. It also adds another layer to their conversation that is, to me, delicious. I really enjoy dramatic irony, can you tell?

[immnot-matttaven]

Attention

Fandom: AEW

Pairing: Brat tamer!Eddie Kingston x Female reader

Summary: you're having a bad week which leads to you complaining which leads to Eddie getting fed up with your little attitude problem. He knows just how to fix that.

Length: Long

Warnings: holy red flags and warnings Batman! SERIOUSLY NSFW 18+ ONLY, you chose to consume this so don't @ me, strong language, explicit content, bratty reader, sub!reader, dom!Eddie, daddy kink, masturbation (m & f), fingering, mentions of past punishments, spanking, spanking with a belt, there's a collar & leash involved, unprotected P in V (you know the drill), dirty talking, condensation, humiliation kink, spit, creampie, HEAVILY detailed smut.

Tagging: @synnersaint @cuzimacomedian @omgimadeangirl @eddie-kingstons-wifey @regalityandcoffee @piratewithvigor @janetreader @axelwolf8109 @louisianalady @lilaviolet

ENJOY!!!

You clung to Eddie's arm around your shoulder, fitting and refitting your fingers together candidly. A sweet summer breeze tickled the little hairs on your arm, chatter coming and going with it.

You heaved another sigh, you lost count about an hour ago and Eddie had noticed, turning away from his friends conversation about sports and spoke lowly to you.

"What's your damage?"

"I'm bored." You whined and we're tempted to stomp your foot with annoyance. You stopped yourself though, this was no place to act up or cause a scene.

"How can you be bored? We're at a cookout."

"I don't wanna be here."

"We talked about this in the car, remember?" 

Remember? Of course you remembered. How could you forget?! 

As you pulled up to the venue, Eddie made certain there wasn't a soul around before he turned off the car and moved over the console, grabbing your face and making you look into his twinkling eyes in the sun. The light hitting them perfectly. Like two glassy marbles. He told you in not so many words to knock it off, that pouting would get you absolutely nowhere and to drop the attitude. He told you to behave. 

He looked at your mouth when you gave an assuring answer, pleased with it he gave you a soft but sloppy kiss before getting out and opening the door for you to follow. 

"Loosen up, go on and uh why don't you go find Toni I saw her earlier."

"Eddie.." you whined, you were tempted even more now to throw a tantrum but that thought went right out the window.

"Don't start or I'll take you up in the bathroom and give you something to pout about, got it?" To anyone nearby the sudden grab to the back of your neck would look playful, honeymoon phase PDA. But knowing the deeper meaning, the commanding meaning and that twitch of his bottom lip that shouted for you to behave stayed still. He smirked when he felt your shoulders deflate, he went one step further and took off his New York baseball cap, rubbed his head and place it on yours. "Now be a good girl and go on."

....

The venue Tony Khan had picked for a summer time barbeque was beautiful and dripped of expensive. The man had the money so there wasn't even a doubt in your mind that this place would be anything but lackluster. Spiraling vines, ferns the size of your head and hedges in the shapes of certain zoo animals lined the sprawling acreage.

Eddie had his hand on your thigh as he drove up the cobblestone driveway, dozens of cars were already in spots, with the windows down you could faintly hear music being pumped through giant speakers.

He gave your knee a nice squeeze before he found an open spot, pulling into it in one go. You were always amazed how he could do it so quickly while it took you at least two to three attempts.

It was an amazing venue, catering of all kinds plus two chefs were manning two of the biggest grills you'd ever seen. There was nothing wrong with the place and you liked everyone you worked with, there was just one teeny tiny problem. You didn't want to be there.

Kingston had held out on you last night, you were in one of your moods. An off day that lasted through the afternoon, and well into the evening. You couldn't seem to catch a break and everything was just so damn annoying. You went to bed early but found that tiresome, laying there awake while Eddie was busy in the living room. One thing popped into your mind that might just do the trick, you settled down, nice and cozy in your big king size bed, your hands inching towards the apex of your thighs. 

It was either long enough or not long enough because as soon you wiggled in a second digit into your cunt, the door opened and you pulled them out. Out of shock, out of slight guilt with a dash of embarrassment and shy of getting caught. Though you had the pussy, it belonged to Eddie and he was very clear and thorough that unless it was discussed beforehand, and with permission, that bundle of aching nerves and drooling slit and even that tight ring of muscle below, were his.

Busted. 

He'd snatched the covers to be sure, the wet stain on your panties painting the picture for the Mad King, who wasn't in fact mad... more upset and disappointed as he voiced. The way he shook his head at you, peeling off his shirt and shorts, laying down next to you had you're mind completely racing like a hamster in a wheel.

You were in trouble. 

Eddie took his cock out, half hard already and you maybe wondered what he was getting up to out there, on his own time. 

"Well since you've been a naughty bunny, you leave me no choice. I'm very disappointed, guess you'll just have to watch daddy take care of himself while you sit there," he reached out a hand and pinched your face, his fingers digging just enough to make you pay attention while he stroked the cock that your pussy throbbed for. "And watch. You dare touch yourself again, without permission you're gonna get the belt, understand? Can't have you misbehaving like that, now can I?"

You shook your head, but Eddie still held onto your face as you did as if you were a puppet on a string. In fact that's kinda’ what you were. It was sheer and utter torture to be forced to watch Eddie get off, grunting your name as he fisted his cock in his hand, growling out curses and canting up his hips into his hand. You wanted to help, desperation clouding your judgement and all you could do was watch and be patient and maybe he'd go lightly on you. 

You were wrong of course, you even pouted, sticking out your bottom lip when Eddie came, his cum spurted through his fingers with a gasp, some of it even landed on his belly. Cum that could've and should've been spent inside you. You whined. Eddie chuckled darkly, looking at his coated hand before he moved a little closer to you... he smeared it over the lower portion of your face. A sick and shy smirk on his lips that he usually saved for his opponents in the ring.

"That's all you get, bad girl. Now turn out the light and get some sleep. We got a big day tomorrow." Was all he said, all he needed to say.

....

It wasn't a bad shindig at all, your friends were laughing and having a good time. Ruby and Jade had gotten themselves into a plank off, going on a full two minutes now. You talked with Matt and Nick for awhile before bumping into Hangman.

"You feeling alright, kid?" He asked sipping a cool drink.

"Yeah, just an off week I guess."

"You got the blues too, huh?" Adam shrugged and rested a hand on your shoulder. "Better than the mean reds."

You smiled for the first time that day, giggling at the movie reference. You and Hangman had a shared hobby of watching classic movies, when you were both signed to ROH you two were road buddies and more often then not, the TCM channel was constantly on. 

As you chatted with Hangman you couldn't help but feel like you were being watched, could've been anyone at the cookout really but when you glanced around the neat patio setting and floral centerpieces, you caught Eddie boring his eyes into you. A drink in hand, he lifted it just a tad and winked as Santana and Ortiz punched each other next to him.

"I see you're feeling better, hmm?" Eddie was suddenly next to you when you exited the ornate bathroom. 

Though his looming presence told you weren't going anywhere.

"A little."

Eddie made a face and looked around the empty hallway before grabbing you by the throat, not hard and walked you right back into the bathroom. Your hands grabbed at his thick forearm as he kicked the door shut.

"What were you and Hangy talking about? I've seen the way he looks at you bunny, he doesn't look at the other girls like that. Don't tell me you're acting up again." Eddie sneered, looking down at you.

"What? No. We were just talking."

"Uh huh. Taking and laughing, I get it. You're doing this on purpose."

"I told you I wanted to go home, Adam was just trying to cheer me up." That was a mistake, you could read it on your lovers face. He ground his jaw and looked away, letting your neck free as he ran both of his hands over his face, then his head.

"I get I get it... I'm not paying enough attention to you so you're seeking it from Adam," Eddie pondered and the daddy in him was cracking at the surface. With an smile that wasn't kind he grabbed at you again, holding the back of your head and pinching your face into an 'O'. "A fucking cowboy! You want that cowboy shit, is that it? If you wanted my attention all you had to do was ask, but I can clearly see that you didn't wanna' use your big girl words so where does that leave me? Where does that leave daddy but to think you're acting up and being a fucking little brat!"

"I'm sorry daddy, I didn't mean-" your words came out muffled but he heard them just the same.

"I'm sorry daddy," he mocked and laughed in your face. "I don't wanna be mean to you baby, but if a little reprimand is what's in order for you to act right, act like the good girl I know you are deep inside..." Eddie pointed at your chest, letting your jaw go. "Behave. Do you want the belt?"

"No." You blinked up at him, hoping the batting of your lashes and the submission would give you a little reprieve, the way he spoke to you though made matters worse. Eddie punished you already, told you to be good in the car and now you were being tamed yet again and in public! Fuck, you were wet for him. Your cunt throbbed at the thought of it, clenching around nothing. You wiggled.

Eddie caught that. He chuckled. "Aww is my little bunny getting excited? Just you wait little girl, I'll give you something to be excited about." 

God he was so mean! But you fucking loved it, craved it from him. No one could put you in your place better than Eddie Kingston and he knew it. He gave your ass a hard swat as you walked out of the bathroom to rejoin the party, taking back his cap.

....

Eddie kept his hand on the back of your headrest on the drive home, he was stewing you could tell, gripping the steering wheel knuckle tight.

"I'm sorry for acting out." You mustered, chancing a glance at him as he drove. 

He gave a brief once over biting his lip. "I just-"

"Oh you will be. When we get home you're in for it. You're gonna do as I say and get cleaned up," he slowed to a stop at red light and stared straight ahead, gears working in his head and jaw. "Then I'm gonna put you back in your place."

Eddie Kingston was a lot of things, he'd done a lot and seen the world, picked up a few things here and there to add to his ever evolving and growing repertoire. He crafty, clever and mysterious. You knew a lot about him but there was still some closets yet to be opened.

One of them being his tapestries for punishment. You'd been spanked into submission, one of your toys stuffed inside you while you had to patiently await further instructions, some wiggled and moved remotely, some buzzed hard against your bundle of nerves and some just plain stretched you out. You'd been gagged, by a tie or even your own underwear, you had special lilac colored ball gag for those special punishments sitting at his feet like a good pet. Of all the ways Kingston could and would break you, the dish he served up tonight was cold, freezing cold. 

Silence.

Eddie didn't make a peep, didn't say a damn thing when he parked the car, when he got out of when he  opened the door for you. He was still sweet but what lay ahead, what was going to happen to you in the house was a complete mystery.

All he did was point to the bathroom, remembering him telling you on the car ride home that you were meant to listen, to obey. To get cleaned up before your trial.

He was waiting for you just outside the bathroom, his eyes on you expectantly and that's when you saw it. Dangling in his large hand. The leash. 

You'd only been collared once before, the memory of it flashing behind your eyes and you made a squeak. That time you were really bad, and this was just another way to bring you back down to size. It wasn't your fault really, you thought as he pushed up your chin with one hand before securing the collar around your throat. It was just a bad week and we all have bad days but you took a step further and were complaining and whining and Eddie Kingston hates whiners.

He gave it a good tug, making sure it wasn’t too tight before he simply pointed to the floor.

He patted his leg and began to walk away from you but you didn't budge. Eddie looked over his shoulder as you pouted from your new place on the floor.

"Aren't you even gonna' speak to me?" You asked. 

Eddie sighed. " Is that what you want?"

"I want your attention." Your voice was wounded, you knew it was.

"That's what I'm giving you right now, baby. All the attention for a pathetic brat like you," he pulled on the leash and you started forward, crawling on hands and knees was humiliating but you did bring this on yourself. "I told you to behave, you touched yourself without permission and now you're trying to call the shots. I don't fucking think so. I told you before, you'll do as I say and when I say come, you better come."

Eddie led you to the bedroom but stopped short and turned to the other room instead. Your room. Your heart dropped. You only went into the girly room to get dressed and dolled up, sometimes you slept in there and even though it was decked out with Eddie's little trinkets and spoils, soft plush blankets and down pillows, it felt cold to not sleep next to him. 

He patted the bed after turning on the pink glow lamp beside it. "Up."

Eddie said jump and you didn't bother asking how high.

He watched you sit in the middle of the bed, legs tucked under your butt, waiting.

Eddie toyed with the long leash, looking at it as he rolled it around his wrist getting closer and closer to you.

"What am I gonna do with you, hmm? What am I gonna do with you... I've got a fucking little brat on my hands. If you wanted big girl time all you had to was ask, I would've said yes. Yet you just think you can strut around here, whining and complaining! What's gotten into you?" Eddie barked.

"I didn’t mean too daddy!"

"And now you're talking back?!" Eddie frowned.

"No! No I'm not I just..."

"Sounds like talking back to me, baby. Better watch that sass or I'll beat it out of you. You know I should've beat it out of you last night but," Eddie sucked on his teeth and eyed you, sitting there in your cute pajama set. "Fuck you are so cute when you play with yourself. I didn't get to see it but I could hear what you were doing. I was standing right outside that door, none the wiser that you were falling asleep only to hear you meowing and moaning and carrying on when you thought you were being slick. Bet you're slick right now, huh?"

You bit your lip.

Eddie snorted and tugged on the leash, pulling you up to your knees to face your maker. "Show me. Show daddy what a mess you are."

You whined and moved your hand between your legs, moving the shorts aside, you touched your sex, rolling your eyes that some pressure, if not a lot was where you needed it most. Eddie grabbed your wrist, holding it just as tight as the leash. The tug on your throat was decadent.

"Just as I thought. A fucking messy brat. I'm gonna' tell you right now baby, I'm gonna' beat that attitude right out. Tear that ass up!" 

It happened so fast, next thing you knew you were knocked back into your pillows, scrambling for purchase but Eddie was too fast and too strong and too fucking sexy to say no to. He rolled you over with ease, hoisting up your rear to his liking while you squealed with surprise.

The noise of his belt had you gripping the blankets, face down ass up in anticipation, boiling lava hot in your belly. 

"You got that mouth on you girl, knew it from the day I met you. Look what you're making me do, all you had to do was pay attention and behave. Now your ass is imine." Eddie spanked you with his hand first, the harsh clap of it ringing in your ears. "Don't you fucking think about moving either, you hear me? I'm not even gonna' make you count this time, just be a good girl and take what I think you deserve. Can you do that or should I fuck your throat first?"

You opened your mouth to answer but the sting of leather to your backside stopped you short.

"I don't need an answer, brat! Now stay still for me."

Crack after crack came down on your ass, a few hit your thighs and one just barely licked the create of your cunt. You jolted and shook, tears prickling your eyes as you sobbed. Eddie was muttering behind you, cutting you down to size with his words, smoothing over the welts that were beginning to form only for another slap came down harder than the rest. 

Without warning Eddie grabbed the leash, yanking it back and held you suspended in the air, your arms out and grabbing at the collar that choked you.

"My my what a good girl you can be. Your ass feels pretty numb right about now I bet, you brought this on yourself ya' know?," he was panting in your ear as if he'd been the one to take the blows, worked himself up on his own. "Are you gonna behave from now on?" You gulped for air on your knees. You couldn't feel anything back there.

"Y-yes daddy, I promise I'll be good."

"Good answer," he let go of the leash and you collapsed face first onto the bed. You heard Eddie's clothes hit the floor and soon he was hovering over your back, moving your hair away from the collar and bit your shoulder. Not to draw blood but to signify that you belonged to him. "Don't worry baby, I'm not done with you yet. I think you still need reminding but it'll be so worth it, just hold still for me okay?"

You nodded, face wet with tears and drool.

Eddie took his time, kissing your shoulders, down your spine, over your numb cheeks. His hands felt hot on your hips and when he pulled down your shorts, a thin but noticeable barrier. He fingered over his markings, holding you down on your lower back with one hand ghosting over your slit.

"Jesus bunny, look at yourself. Just pitiful," he chuckled and found your clit, you wiggled and he pushed on your back harder, keeping you still. "Ah ah, I just told you don't move."

Your legs trembled when he pushed in one finger, swirling it around before adding another as you cried out. He continued his slow torture, coiling up the band of desire in your stomach as you fought to keep still. Taking his time, working you open like you so desperately ached for. He pulled them out, smearing your arousal on the back of your thigh, grabbing ahold of the leash you rolled on to your back, a horny mess when he lifted your legs together over a shoulder.

"You're so pathetic bunny. It's so fucking cute," Eddie chuckled, bending you in half and then you felt his cock slip between your legs. You creamed you neck to see just the crown of it poking and sliding against your swollen clit. 

"Oh daddy please!" You cried, covering his hands with your own.

"Aww what are you begging for now? More attention? You want daddy's cock to fill your wet hole, huh? Fill your cute little pussy up? That's what you wanted last night wasn't it baby?"

"Oh God yes, I need it." Your voice didn't even sound your own at this point. You were surprised you could answer him at all.

"Yeah you do. You just can't help yourself from being so empty can you? My poor little girl. Tell me what you need."

"I need you. I need my daddy!"

Eddie laughed and moved your legs apart, one of hips popped with the motion. You moaned when Eddie spat right on your clit, licking the fingers that were inside you and gently rubbed you in tight circles. 

"Oh!"

"Oh is right, you need me don't you? You've got all my attention now you little brat."

You felt him slide through your arousal, the tender pop at your entrance had you practically screaming as he just sat it there. What seemed like minutes of him just entering you made you grab at his arms frantically. He laughed at you. More humiliation. Until he reared back and speared through you, deep inside your pussy and he didn't stop, fingers dug into the inside meat of your thighs. 

His thrusts were brutal, he meant to keep his word to fuck the brat out, ruin your attitude and change your mind about it. 

"Hold them open for me baby, wanna get as deep in this pussy as I can." 

You screwed your eyes shut and obeyed him. He was right, he could fuck you deeper like this and when he wound the leash tight he jolted you back and forth from your neck and cunt.

"Oh daddy!" Was all you could muster, squeezing your walls as he kept fucking down into you.

"Daddy's making you feel good, huh? You're such a little slut for me, milking my cock like that. You want it don't you? That little last night taste wasn't enough for you was it?" Eddie grunted out after each sentence, sweat dripped down his face as he stared at where you were joined. 

His stamina knew no bounds.

Your mouth hung open and all you managed was a slight nod. The slap of skin on sweating skin, the room spinning and you felt your throat tighten and dry. It was all so much.

"Feels so good, oh fuck me. I'm sorry daddy I'll be a good girl, I-" you couldn't finish your sentence. His thumb replaced what little you had to say and you instinctively sucked on it.

"That's it. Be my good girl, be good for me. Fuck... cum for me baby, show daddy you can do what you're told. Make me feel so damn good!"

Eddie spit on you again, this time on your stomach. He used it to tickle your bud, engorging it as his hips started to slow, rutting into you. You sucked harder as he rubbed your drool over your bottom lip, dragging it down.

"Daddy I'm coming I'm coming fuck--!"

The sound you made Eddie stop altogether, letting you undulate as your orgasm tore through your body, gripped his shaft nice and tight Eddie came right along with you. Ropes of his cum splashed against your insides, coating you hotly you just had to sob his name once more.

"Keep holding them legs baby, be a good girl."

As he pulled out, slowly at how you writhed on the bed, some of his semen leaked out. Eddie was pleased with that from what you could see through your tears of pleasure. He brushed his knuckles over your cheek before bending down and giving you powerful kiss, after he took some of it and made an 'X' over your lips.

"I told you I'd fuck they attitude right out." Eddie chuckled, shaking his head as you stayed cradling yourself, still feeling him leak out of your abused hole. "Let's get you cleaned up bunny, you're need some ice for that ass."

He took care of you, always had and always would. He helped you back to the bathroom, holding your hand when you needed some assistance, had gotten you an ice pack and a bottle of water. 

It was the little things that made up for your unfortunate week and as you laid against him, listening to him breathe and fall asleep with his hand on yours, you sighed and could finally be content.

All you need was a little more attention.