you could hear sukuna stumbling through your apartment, bumping into your coffee table before dramatically collapsing onto your couch, letting the cushions envelop him while he nuzzled into the pillows.
“sukuna…? it’s 1am what the fuck are you doing out here?”
“i missed you, sweetheart.” he slurred out, reaching out to your form and missing by a mile before falling face first into your couch again.
“good god you’re wasted.”
“m nottt—.”
“let’s get you to bed, yeah?”
“nooo.” he was whining with his face in the cushions now, slowly lifting himself up, his eyes glossed over and his lips jutted in a pout while he stared at you.
“come on, big guy.” you said, walking towards him while he swayed a little trying to get himself up.
“that’s not my name.”
you moved close to him, slowly running your fingers though his hair—right before he dragged you onto the couch, crushing your head in his chest while he pressed wet kisses against your cheek.
“kuna ew you reek of alcohol!”
“gods, why do you put up with me?” he hushed out, nuzzling his face into your chest, mumbling against your shirt.
“w—what?” you sputtered out, slowly patting his back while he sniffled against you—because sukuna ryomen was always tougher than this.
rough around the edges, always stoic, it was strange to see him all teary eyed and needy in your grasp, planting sloppy kisses against your neck while he slurred about how perfect you were.
“t’ good for me y’know..”
“oh? what’s this about, kuna?”
“you’re soo pretty and perfect and fuck i really don’t deserve you.”
drunk minds speak sober thoughts, right? you were giggling to yourself, because it was ridiculous—ryomen sukuna was everything you wanted in a person, serious, smart and with wits that knew no end, what was there not to love?
“oh ryo…”
“don’t say—anything.”
“i won’t, ryo.” you cooed, the nickname practically melting him into a puddle while he settled his cheek on your chest sniffling away while you ran your fingers through his blush coloured hair.
“i love you, kuna:
“i—love you too.” he slurred, tripping over his own words before collapsing on you like a dead fish, holding you down underneath his warmth with his nose buried in the crook of your neck.
that was the first time sukuna had it in him to ever say he loved a person—it wouldn’t be the last, but if a couple of shots are what had him stumbling straight to your arms, you would’ve gotten him drunk ages ago.
you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, still toying with his hair while he snored softly atop you, mumbling something about how he had to thank whatever force was up there that got him to you. and it was clear as day, frat president sukuna ryomen was just a sappy, pathetic loser.
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ryomen sukuna asks sweet reader he is smitten with on a date
ryomen sukuna was a lot of things. he was broody, he was stoic and harsh and absolutely detested the saying "think before you speak".
but what he wasn't was a bumbling idiot. (?)
"the uh coffee...at that place...is um—" sukuna's gaze trailed from your wide doe eyed stare to the slight quirk of your pretty pink lips.
his brain short circuited, "...cute" he finished.
you had to fight yourself to not giggle at the tall handsome, slightly scowling man before you as he said the word 'cute'.
"oh? whats the name ? i would like some cute coffee!" you asked innocently.
meanwhile sukuna—whose brain had absolutely gone to the gutters imagining the taste of those pretty pink lips— had to mentally slap himself out of his reverie.
his brain went on an overdrive trying to remember the name of the coffee shop. but the problem was he was more of a protein shake and solely depended on the coffee maker in his dorms for his black black coffee without any sugar or milk.
suffice to say he was very lost.
"ijishi ?" it sounded more like a question.
this time you did giggle. ijishi was a steak house. clearly not in the business of selling cute coffees.
sukuna wasn't sure why it was funny to you, but he counted it as a win because it made you happy.
you cleared your throat, "i was actually craving some steak! i heard ijishi also happens to have some great steak."
your fingers moved to interwine with his , as you stepped closer to him. you tilted your face upwards , smiling at him "...maybe we can have some?"
sukuna was not easily flustered. his feathers certainly weren't easily ruffled. and he definitely didn't blush.
"...ofcourse" was all he could manage.
his brain was currently occupied with taking notes of the finer details—like how your fingers aligned absolutely perfectly with his, and your palm was so soft in his hand. and your eyes. damn they were sparkling in the sunlight.
some of your friends called out your name, reminding you that class was starting in ten minutes.
you went on your tip toes , placing a quick peck on his cheek, leaving a light lipstick stained kiss.
"great! I'm off to class now, pick me up then!" you said happily as you turned to leave.
sukuna willed his heart rate to slow down as he watched your pretty floral dress slowly disappear in the crowd of the students.
date secured.
see? he wasn't bad at this at all like his teammates claimed.
no matter where it is—restaurants, manor, home, benches—he cannot get it right the first time. his back, slightly hunched from months of being chained to that forsaken wheelchair, made him stiff and uncomfortable often times.
and he knows what it does to you.
the subtle lift of his hips, the way his thighs flex as he shifts around to get comfortable. he sees the way you try not to stare, the flush in your skin and the way your pupils dilate almost instantly.
especially in his suit.
the cargo pants that hugged him in all the right places, the stretch of the fabric over this lap and his thighs that spread immediately. he’d hang his arms over his legs, hips shifting downward. he’d press his back flush against the back of whatever he was sitting on, enticing eyes just swirling with amusement as the less-than-discreet glances you were giving him.
jason, at some point, had began to weaponize it in his favor.
if you were upset with him, he’d sit across from you. you’d cross your arms and watch him lift his hips, back sliding against the cushion as his legs spread wide. he’d tilt his head, a quiet invitation—a choice, not a demand.
he’d grin so arrogantly when you’d cave, climbing onto his lap and kissing that stupid smirk off his face. his hands would find your hips, adjusting you to sit directly on him.
“i hate you,” you’d mutter, feeling the way his hips shifted and his thighs flexed beneath you.
no matter where it is—restaurants, manor, home, benches—he cannot get it right the first time. his back, slightly hunched from months of being chained to that forsaken wheelchair, made him stiff and uncomfortable often times.
and he knows what it does to you.
the subtle lift of his hips, the way his thighs flex as he shifts around to get comfortable. he sees the way you try not to stare, the flush in your skin and the way your pupils dilate almost instantly.
especially in his suit.
the cargo pants that hugged him in all the right places, the stretch of the fabric over this lap and his thighs that spread immediately. he’d hang his arms over his legs, hips shifting downward. he’d press his back flush against the back of whatever he was sitting on, enticing eyes just swirling with amusement as the less-than-discreet glances you were giving him.
jason, at some point, had began to weaponize it in his favor.
if you were upset with him, he’d sit across from you. you’d cross your arms and watch him lift his hips, back sliding against the cushion as his legs spread wide. he’d tilt his head, a quiet invitation—a choice, not a demand.
he’d grin so arrogantly when you’d cave, climbing onto his lap and kissing that stupid smirk off his face. his hands would find your hips, adjusting you to sit directly on him.
“i hate you,” you’d mutter, feeling the way his hips shifted and his thighs flexed beneath you.
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𓂃✍︎ 18+ mdni · in which sukuna asks you to sit on him
"This is ridiculous!"
"Woman! You're being ridiculous!"
"Keep talking to me like that, and you just won't have it then!" You scream indignantly, looking past your bare stomach, from underneath your bush, and just enough to see his glare piercing straight at you.
"Let me eat you out. Look at yourself! You're already so wet for me. So, just sit for —" Sukuna sighs sharply, unknowingly sending a warm bubble of air directly against your clit.
The sudden wave of heat quickly encompasses you, and you instinctively clamp your knees against his ears, buckling down hard to his mouth, effectively cutting a poetry of curses from Sukuna.
"Oh, shit!" You squawk, immediately raising yourself. "Why the fuck would you even do that!"
"Is it my fault you're the sensitive one? Do it again. I like it. Come here." He positions you back in place, your cunt directly above his mouth, and your clit torturously erect when he flicks it.
"No, wait!"
"You can't kill me, that'll be stupid even for a curse like me." He pushes your hands away when you try to grab a fistful of his hair and yank him down to the pillows.
"J-Just, hold on!"
You've been in this position for the past fifteen minutes, debating with yourself if he should just eat you out because seeing his heated gaze straight to your clit and your breathless cunt being pried wide open with his fingers, looking intently for any signs of your release flowing out, is enough for you to come at this sensation alone.
But the thing is that you're simply nervous because it hasn't been long since he first ate you out, and while it was new and so fucking good, you're still embarrassed about the whole prospect of it.
"I just need . . ." you prep yourself up, "I get ticklish when I think too much about it."
"There's hardly anything you think about these days, and you have to think right now?"
"Shut the fuck up, or I'm walking out of here."
"Baby," he calls a little gentler, though it doesn't sound any different than how he would curse another, "just sit. Please."
"Oh?" You manage to entice a chuckling tease, "You never say please that way."
"For fuck's sake, you're being too unrea — mmphh!"
Backstage talks and neck kisses || rockstar!Tim Drake x popstar!reader
— The world's favorite girl right now has the biggest dating rumors with Young Justice's vocalist, little do they know that her real boyfriend is the guitarist.
!!: fem!reader. smau. fame au. nothing much really. pictures are from Pinterest.
[dc masterlist]
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And with this my very first world tour comes to an end. It's been an amazing journey. I've laughed, cried, danced, loved... but I've enjoyed every second.
Thank you to everyone in my team, thank you to the band and thank you to the dancers for working with me and for being a significant part of this tour. Thank you to the fans, for being there, for singing along, for supporting me and my music. And thank you to my people. To my friends, my family, the most important people in my life. This wouldn't have been possible without you.
Thank you again, and we'll see each other again very soon 💕
comments:
user 1 went to LA's two dates and they were the best nights of my life
user2 I LOVE YOU
user3 PLSS COME TO ITALY IN THE NEXT TOUR
user4 couldn't get tickets for this tour but I'll be on the next 🙏
conner.k ❤️
⤷ user5 is this a confirmation?
⤷ user6 A HEART GUYS A HEART
cassiekissme
guys, I went today to the Young Justice concert in New York and [name] was there. She talked a lot with Dick, who was also there, and btw they were smiling and laughing, I can tell it was not their first time meeting.
comments:
user1 she's SO dating conner
user2 this is a confirmation idk what you guys say
user3 she ends her world tour and the first thing she does is going to her boyfriend's concert, she's living the life
user4 what if she's not dating Conner?
⤷ user5 are you blind? it's so obvious they're dating
user6 I just need one confirmation, only one
user7 I love how Dick never misses a YJ concert, that guy is his brother's biggest fan
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Thank you New Your for these amazing three nights. See you again in a month in Spain with the start of the European leg.
comments:
user1 EUROPEAN FANS ITS OUR MOMENT
user2 what famous model will Tim be spotted with during the break before the next concert this time????
user3 the three best nights of my life
jasontodd_3 cut your hair, you mop
stephanie_urgirl bring Desire back into the set list
⤷ user4 Steph saying what everybody thinks
⤷ user5 please please please
⤷ user6 I love you Steph say hi
yourusername what an amazing show ♥︎ liked by the author
⤷ conner.k you know you have a ticket for every show you want
⤷ user7 stop flirting in the comments
⤷ user8 kiss already
⤷ user9 poor Tim having his bandmate shooting his shot in his comments section
yourusername 🎵 drop dead - Olivia Rodrigo
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I promise I'll come to Spain next tour ☀️
comments:
user1 not the first photo
user2 WDYM WE'RE IN THE SAME CITY RN???
user3 guys she's in Spain because YJ's next tour stop is Madrid
⤷ user4 can Conner and her confirm their relationship already?? it's getting annoying
user5 WE'RE WAITING FOR THE ALBUMMM
⤷ user6 she just ended her world tour, give her time, let her rest
user7 conner hiding in the likes... we see you dude...
timdrake 🎵 Can't take my eyes off you - Frankie Valli
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☀️
comments:
user1 wait isn't [name] in Barcelona too???
⤷ user2 yes, but I think the entire band might've probably go to bcn to spend the days before going to madrid to continue with the tour, and since Conner and her might be dating she probably joined them
⤷ user3 lmao wtf
user4 tim I love you, I'm going to Paris day 2, please say hi
conner.k since you're there, can you buy me those boxers they have with "I ❤️ Barcelona" in them?
⤷ timdrake I'll buy you the t-shirt
⤷ conner.k lame
⤷ user5 wdym Conner is not there???
⤷ user6 wait so it's only Tim and [name]?? I didn't know this was an option
⤷ user7 lowk this is weird bc why would Tim go to another city with his best friends girlfriend
⤷ user8 conner and her haven't confirmed anything tho
⤷ user9 they haven't deny anything either
user10 put desire back in the setlist put desire back in the setlist put desire back in the setlist
⤷ user11 desire is da song
⤷ user12 you guys don't know shit
⤷ user12 tim pls bring back loverboy ♥︎ liked by the author
⤷ user13 STOP WDYM TIM??
youngjustice_news
Tim Drake, spotted with a woman in Barcelona
comments:
user1 as expected, that man gets someone new every city he goes to
⤷ user2 it's been a while since he was last spotted with somebody, like a year or so
⤷ user3 when will be my turn Tim 😔
user4 correct me if im wrong BUT could that be who we're all thinking it could be?
⤷ user5 no, she's dating conner
⤷ user6 again, they never comfirmed anything
user7 do we know who the woman is?
⤷ user8 unfortunately no
yourusername 🎵 loverboy - Young Justice
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Barcelona, you will be missed...
comments:
user1 THE SONG GUYS THE SONG
user2 I'm so confused now what's going on
conner.k hey that shirt was supposed to be for me
⤷ timdrake you said it was lame ♥︎ liked by the author
⤷ user3 WHAT IS GOING ON
⤷ user4 so who is dating who?
user5 beautiful 😍
user6 I just saw her at Madrid's airport!!!
⤷ user7 I SAW TIM THERE LIKE FIVE MINUTES AGO TOO OMGGG!!
A/N: this is my very first time doing an smau, idk what this is tbf... Left this here bc I can't add more photos, so if I see you guys like this I might do a part 2 idk
drabble .ᐟ ⸝⸝ masturbation ⸝⸝ reader’s polaroid pic is used ⸝⸝ yearner!nanami ⸝⸝ nsfw | mdni | 18+ ⸝⸝ art by @hunnismokah
nanami lay back against the stiff hotel pillows. his mission had dragged on too long again, another week away from home, from you. the polaroid you’d slipped into his wallet before he left sat heavy in his hand—your soft smile, the curve of your body in that little sundress he loved, taken just for him. “fuck…” he muttered under his breath, jaw tight as he stared at it. he could already feel himself aching at the sight of you.
his free hand shoved down the waistband of his boxers, wrapping around his already half-hard cock. the image of you burned behind his eyes. “you always know exactly what i need,” he breathed, voice low and rough, thumb brushing over the photo’s edge like he could touch your skin instead. he gave himself a slow stroke, breath hitching. “miss you so much… your hands feel better than this. i wish you were here.”
he closed his eyes for a second, picturing you straddling him like you did that last night before he left, your thighs squeezing his hips, your mouth moaning his name. his grip tightened, pumping faster, hips twitching up into his fist. “shit—look at you in this picture… smiling like you’re waiting for me to come home and take you properly.” a quiet groan slipped out, his glasses fogging slightly at the edges from the roughness of his breathing. he was usually so composed, so in control, but here alone with nothing but the memory of your cunt clenching around him, he let the words spill.
“gonna fill you up when i get back… make you take every inch until you’re trembling.” his strokes grew messy, slick sounds filling the quiet room as pre-cum beaded at the tip. he kept the polaroid close, eyes locked on your face, lips parted. “so pretty. my wife. fuck—i’m so close already just thinking about you.”
his abs tensed, clenching and unclenching, thighs spreading wider on the sheets as he jerked harder, chasing his orgasm. “fuck, sweetheart… c-cumming… for you,” he growled to the empty room, pretending your voice was in his ears—moaning his name. the tension snapped hard without much buildup—his head fell back, a strangled “fuck, you—” escaping as thick ropes of cum spilled over his fist and onto his stomach, hips stuttering through it.
he panted in the afterglow, still clutching the polaroid, a tired, satisfied sigh escaping his lips. he dropped the polaroid and replaced it with his phone—sending a quick text.
nanami: “missing you, love. your picture’s keeping me sane.”
★. diana of themyscira x gn!reader; taking mirror pictures with her.
#. no warnings. main masterlist.
notes: seems like it's been an eternity since I last wrote for my wife diana 😔
“Okay, I’m ready. You can come now.” You nod, standing on a little stool in front of the mirror.
Diana walks to you, a smile fighting its way to her lips as she stands behind you. “Are you sure about it, beloved?”
She drapes one arm over your shoulder, and soon she has it loosely looped around your neck. You reach for the phone in your pocket, nodding. “Of course! It’s gonna look so hot!”
“If you say so.” She gives in, shifting into position, but even as she looks away, trying so hard to seem nonchalant — something you know she definitely isn’t — you can notice the gleam of pride in her eyes.
Once you open the camera app, she tenses her arm just enough for her bicep to frame your face without hurting. You snap a few shots, testing different angles and expressions, even a small bite to her arm, which Diana pretends not to notice — though the camera catches that faint blush spreading all over her cheeks.
“How’d the photos turn out?” She peeks over your head, watching as you scroll through the pictures. You offer her your phone, and she zooms in on some of them, a smirk on her lips.
“Seems like you were right. It looks hot, indeed.”
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crybaby!johnny joestar who lives in a constant pout if you don't touch him. He's a needy and physical man, he loves when you have your hands on him. Not even in a sexual way, but just your arms resting on his shoulders, playing with his hair, hands around his waist or just simple hand holding. He likes feeling you. At all time.
crybaby!johnny joestar who, when you first had sex together, you were sure he would be a mean dominant guy, but when your hands wrapped around his dick, he was gone. Soft whimpers and whines, ragged breathing and eyes shut.
crybaby!johnny joestar who turns into the biggest puppy the second you start riding him. His hips buck up all desperate and shaky, but when you pin his wrists above his head he just melts, tears already pricking at the corners of his eyes while he sobs out your name. He loves it when you lean down and whisper how pretty he looks falling apart for you.
crybaby!johnny joestar who gets so whiny when you edge him. He will literally start crying real tears, lips all pouty and trembling as he begs you to let him cum. "Please baby, please I can't take it anymore, I need you so bad." His voice cracks every single time and it makes you want to ruin him even more.
crybaby!johnny joestar who years for your praise, asking if he's doing it right, if he's being good, telling you that he's a brave boy and that he can take everything you give him.
crybaby!johnny joestar who's obsessed when you fuck him dumb. Loves when you tease him until he can't think about anything else but you and cumming while you coo at him about how he doesn't need to think when he's with you. His eyes get all glassy and he starts nodding dumbly, little sobs slipping out between moans because he really does get so stupid for you.
crybaby!johnny joestar who clings to you after he cums. Face buried in your neck, sniffling and whimpering while you stroke his hair and tell him what a good boy he was. His legs wrapping around you so you can't pull away even if you wanted to. He needs the aftercare just as much as the sex itself.
crybaby!johnny joestar who pouts and huffs the whole day if you tease him in public but don't finish what you started. He'll follow you around the house with those big sad eyes, tugging at your shirt until you finally drag him to bed and make him sob into the pillows again. He just can't help it. He needs his pretty girlfriend to put him in his place.
crybaby!johnny joestar who gets the cutest little hiccuping sobs when you overstimulate him. Body twitching, dick all sensitive and leaking, but he still spreads his legs wider for you because he wants to make you proud. Even when he's a total mess, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, he's still mumbling "thank you, thank you" between broken moans.
pairing: ftm!clark kent x girlfriend reader
tags: 18+ smut, eating him out, fingering him, squirting, pegging, mommy kink, bit of overstim
wc: 1.7k
a/n: first fic in a whileeeee sorry for ghosting u guys :( now that finals are wrapping up, im hoping to be more active! as always, inbox is open for any reqs/thots/ideas! this isn't proofread if u see any typos no u didnt... thank u!:)
it was simple stress relief. you felt bad for your poor boyfriend, running around town, trying to gather intel on a case he was reporting on, his boss up his ass all day. he deserved to relax, to let you take care of him for once, instead of the usual other way around.
it’d started nice and slow, making out together in bed, clark’s hands instinctively trailing down your body, in between your legs to start working you up. “not now,” you murmured against his lips, grabbing his wrist and prying it away.
“why not?” clark whined, ducking his head to pepper kisses along your neck, his nose nudging at your jaw to keep your head tilted up.
“because,” you sigh, rolling over so that clark was pinned under you and you straddled his lap. “i think you deserve to relax every once in a while, let me take care of you.”
“i can relax totally fine with you sitting on my face,” clark said, albeit shyly, his hands going to rest over the upper curve of your ass. that earned him a swift smack to the chest, a hearty laugh escaping him.
“seriously! i think you deserve it! come on, lay back,” you chuckle, pushing him down with your hands on his chest, before moving to unbutton his annoyingly slutty tight white shirt, sliding off his big muscular shoulders and tossing it aside.
you started with slowly massaging his pecs, squeezing and groping, your fingers circling over his nipples until they were nice and hard. he let out little soft breaths and whines as you moved, his chest stuttering every now and again with every movement.
“yeah, you like that?” you softly murmur, and clark simply nods, his head falling back against the pillows and his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallows thickly.
you kissed down his chest, occasionally swirling your tongue over his nipples to get a whine out of him, before unbuttoning his pants and sliding them off, tossing them aside as well. in his boxers, you could see the wet patch forming, and his cute bottom growth tented and straining against the fabric.
“so pretty,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss his bottom growth over his boxers, making clark’s hips stutter.
“babe, come on,” he whined, his bottom lip tucking between his teeth as he looked down at you, his hands resting on top of your head.
“you’re so impatient, i’ve barely even started,” you giggle, before sliding off his boxers, placing them to the side, and spreading him wide. your fingers dug into the firm meat of his inner thighs as you kept him open wide.
“you’re so wet, baby, would you look at that,” you softly whisper, running your finger down his slick slit, catching some of him on your fingertip and lifting your hand to his lips. he immediately took your finger in his mouth, sucking on it feverishly.
your other hand moved in between his legs, two fingertips rubbing over his t-dick, making his thighs twitch and his hips squirm. he let out a soft hiss around your lips, bucking up into your touch.
“so reactive. that feel good? hm?” you coo, before sliding your finger out of his mouth and laying on your stomach between his legs.
“momma—”
“i know, honey, i know. just sit back for me,” you coo, before leaning in and wrapping your lips around his bottom growth. you sucked on it, swirling your tongue around it. at the same time, your middle finger found his hole, rubbing circles on it to warm him up. the entire time, clark whined and twitched, sitting on his hands so that he wouldn’t hurt you.
“that’s it, good boy, takin’ it so well for momma,” you cooed, leaning back to spit on his pussy, watching as your spit trailed down and got sucked into his hole. with that, you leaned in, starting to fully eat him out. he let out a guttural whine at that, his thighs threatening to snap shut, but you impressively held them open.
your jaw moved up and down, your tongue sliding all over his pussy, slobbering on it and getting it nice and wet, all while you had a finger pumping in and out of him.
“momma, please—”
“oh, you're gonna cum already? so soon?” you giggle against him, spitting on his pussy again before diving back in at full force. it was downright sinful. the noises of lips smacking, squelching, and slobbering fills the room, paired with clark’s melodic whines and moans.
his abs flexed with each breath, every muscle strained to keep himself from cumming on the spot. your finger perfectly rubbing against his sweet spot didn’t do much to help, only making the pressure in his gut heavier.
“it’s okay, baby, you can cum if you want, but that doesn’t mean i'm gonna stop,” you giggle, but clark totally disregarded the second half of your statement and solely focused on the first. it took just a few more sucks and the inserting of another finger in him for him to let go—and he squirted. it usually took a lot to get clark to squirt, especially that much, but you had that effect on him.
“g-golly—thank you, momma, thank you—” clark grunted out, his entire body jerking as it all rushed out of him.
it got all on your chin, some on your neck, even on your tits. “oh, babe, someone’s messy today,” you giggle, rubbing your thumb over his bottom growth, keeping him wet and stimulated. with your other hand, you kept pushing two fingers in and out of him.
you watched, enthralled, as a frothy, creamy ring formed around your fingers. “look at that, baby, you’re so creamy for momma. this all for me?” you coo, making clark finally open his eyes and look down at your fingers. he let out a pathetic moan at the sight, another weak spurt of squirt escaping him. your thumb was insistent on his bottom growth, rubbing nice circles over it.
“momma—t-too much,” clark whined, getting a little squirmy as your fingers kept pressing on that one spot.
“oh, don’t run from me, baby. i told you i wanna help you relax. trust me, this’ll help,” you coo, leaning in to lick up his slit again, testing the waters. his hips twitched at that, a soft sob leaving his lips.
“i just want one more, pretty boy, can you give me one more? hm?” you coo, moving your thumb away and replacing it with your tongue, swirling it nice and slow over his bottom growth. clark couldn’t really resist with those tactics at play, so he mindlessly nodded.
“good boy. you’re gonna stay right here, okay? i’ll be right back,” you whisper, pressing one last kiss to his pussy before pulling your fingers back and sliding off the bed. moments later, you returned with a harness secured around your hips and a dildo in hand—an easy one for clark to take, a simple 7 inch one, not too thick. you secured the strap-on before coming back to the bed, maneuvering clark into position.
he laid on his stomach, one leg hiked up, and he instinctively reached back to pull his cheeks apart for you, an adorable hazy look on his face. he looked his best like this—his curls messed up, his cheeks an adorable pink, his tongue slightly lolled out of his mouth.
your hands steadied themselves on his hips, slowly pushing in the dildo. clark let out a little hiss at that, his toes curled and his eyes crossed as you bottomed out and immediately hit a sweet spot, dead on.
“come on, you can take it, baby. don’t run,” you whispered softly, pressing down into his lower back to keep him pinned beneath you, before you started up the thrusts. immediately, clark started moaning and whining, his hands tight on the sheets as your hips relentlessly pounded him, the balls of the dildo smacking his bottom growth with every thrust.
he couldn’t even speak. all he could manage were guttural grunts and moans, a little puddle of drool forming beside his mouth on the sheets. his thighs twitched every now and again, his fingers flexing and clenching with effort, trying to hold back.
“i know, baby, i know, you’re doing so good for mommy,” you grunted, your eyes stuck on how the dildo effortlessly slid in and out of him, how his pretty pink pussy clung to it, to the cream that gathered at the base. “you gonna cum, baby? you gonna cum on mommy’s dick?” you coo, moving one hand to tightly grip his ass cheek, making him keep his attention on you.
“uh-huh, gonna make a mess,” he softly murmured out, barely audible, but of course you caught it. you then gave him permission to touch himself, and immediately, his fingers went to rub circles over his t-dick, making his hips and thighs twitch and spasm uncontrollably. that, paired with your hips incessantly pounding into him, pushed him over the edge.
you quickly pulled out, smacking the dildo against his t-dick as he came, making him squirt for the second time in a row. he whined and twitched, absolutely soaking the sheets beneath him, but you didn’t mind. that’s what washers were for.
“that’s it, push it all out for me.. there you go, good boy,” you whisper softly as the last weak spurts leave him, and he falls limp and boneless on the bed. you slowly rub his hips, helping him calm down, before stepping out of the harness and tossing it aside, making a mental note to clean it later before going back to clark.
“honey, you gotta move. i need to put the sheets to wash,” you softly chuckle, handing clark a bottle of water before gently nudging him off the bed. he reluctantly rolled out, slumping in the nearby desk chair, still catching his breath as you moved to bare the bed of its sheets and head to the laundry room.
after putting the sheets to wash, you returned to the sight of clark wiping himself down with a towel, and sliding into some clean boxers. “you feeling better?” you softly ask, walking up to him. he bends down to meet you at that, pecking your lips with a nod.
“way. i’m gonna need a few business days to recover feeling in my lower half, but i'm feeling good,” he chuckled, smushing a kiss to your cheek. “you know what this tells me?”
“what?” you ask.
“i need to have shittier days at work more often if this is the treatment it’s gonna be me,” clark answers, that stupid, sexy smirk on his face.
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"—Listen..." you trail off, "as much as I love you, I need distance."
Dick practically deflates at your words, the corners of his mouth weighing down, shoulders sagging. He looked helpless, vulnerable as if he has been hit with a punch into his heart.
Well, it certainly felt like one.
"But I love you..."
"But it's hot." a part of you is feeling guilty yet you meant it.
You heave out a sigh, a long and deep exhale as your lips form a thin line. "I love you. Please don't be mad at me." you boop his nose lightly, "but it's too hot to cuddle."
"Our daily cuddles! You cannot just—just cut them out of our lives!" he whines, still propped up on one arm.
"I can and I am doing it right now." it was too tired to argue.
"But I love you!"
"I never said I didn't!"
"Cutting off cuddles is the first step of saying you hate me!"
"It's too hot, Richard!" seems like it was too hot to think too.
He gasps, loud and dramatic, "did you just call me that?"
"Okay, first of all that is your first name. And second of all, it's so hot that I cannot think straight." you groan inwardly.
"All excuses." he drops into the bed again with a pouty expression, "you just hate me and you are actively using the heat as an excuse."
"Dick—"
"Well, it's Richard now." he corrects you with pettiness.
"Richard, you are sweaty, I am sweaty and you know that I hate sweat." he huffs, furrows his brows and narrows his eyes. Did you just call him that again?
"I see, you are even saying that. You must hate me."
"You know I hate sweating and you still want to fuse our sweat together—you want to kill me! Doesn't that mean you are the one who hates me?"
"Me? Hate? You? I don't..!" he argues back desperately as another choked out huff leaves his lips, "I love you too much to even think about it."
"Obviously, you don't if you still want to cuddle even though you know why I refuse."
"You are manipulating me right now! You hate me and want me to die!"
"Dude—"
He gasps again. You groan again.
"You actually hate me. You want me dead and buried."
The rest of the night is him sighing out in contentment and you frowning the whole time after you decided to give up.
CONTENT — 18+ minors dni | bathroom sex, established relationship, pet names (sweetheart & doll), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), slight dirty talk, multiple orgasms, rough sex, creampie. let me know if i’ve missed anything!
WC — 1.3k
NOTE — post number #6 for my 1k celebration!
MASTERLIST | 1K CELEBRATION
you and jason are at some party and yet, despite how much jason might hate them, he loves what you’re wearing. so much so, he couldn’t bear other people's eyes seeing what was his.
you’re all over him, grinding against him with no care for who is watching, whispering against his jaw about how desperate you are for him to just take you then and there. it might’ve been what you had to drink, or maybe you just love seeing how much he can take before he snaps.
either way, you’re unable to bite back the excited giggle as he takes a hold of your hand and guides you towards the bathroom. the door slams behind him and you stumble into the sink, watching his chest rise and fall with each bated breath.
“jay,” you whisper, stepping forward and sliding your hands down his chest and over his abdomen.
“don’t,” he tenses, jaw clenching.
“don’t what?” you tilt your head, lips ghosting against his neck. “hmm? you’re so tense.”
jason exhales through his nose, cursing under his breath before pressing you against the wall. his big hands grip your waist, chest pressed against yours as his lips attack your neck. he groans against your skin, licking, nipping and sucking at whatever his lips could reach.
then, without warning, he pulls back and spins you around. your hands brace against the wall as he scrunches your dress up around your waist. his cock throbs at the sight of your skimpy underwear, the fabric soaked through and clinging to your folds.
he presses his fingers against the ruined lace, sliding up and down and applying just the tiniest pressure over your clit—making your hips jolt. you roll your hips into his hand, aching for his touch, his mouth, his cock, anything.
he chuckles lowly, hooking a finger into the band of your panties and dragging them to the side to expose your dripping cunt. he watches hungrily, absolutely captivated as you flutter and clench around nothing—your folds glistening with need.
you tremble against him as he wraps an arm around your waist and slides his fingers between your folds, lightly circling your clit. the moan you let out is lewd and desperate as you roll your hips again, seeking more, seeking him.
“jay, please,” you whine breathlessly.
his cock twitches painfully, aching to be buried deep inside you. it strains against his jeans, the damp fabric sticking to him uncomfortably. his whole body feels alight, his breath warm against your shoulder as his control hangs by a thread.
you shudder as he slides a finger inside you, your cunt sucking him in and coating the digit. your head falls against the wall as he keeps the pace slow, thrusting his finger in and out with steady precision.
he adds a second finger, stretching you a little and feeling you clench around him. your slick drips down to his palm as he drags his fingers out almost all the way before plunging them back inside.
you feel each knuckle as he sinks them deep inside, your cunt squelching sinfully as he curls his fingers just right. it's tantalising, you want more, you crave more, you need more, yet jason isn’t giving it to you. you push back against his hand, thighs shaking, only for his fingers to slip out entirely.
groaning frustratedly, you go to turn your head around but jason gently presses his hand to the side of your face, keeping it against the wall. you go to protest but hear the sound of his belt being undone.
your heart pounds as the zip of his jeans sound throughout the bathroom. you don’t dare move, or even breathe. you hear his jeans hit the floor and it’s not long before jason brushes the hot head of his cock between your folds.
you whimper as he coats himself in your arousal, the swollen head bumping against your clit with each slide. his precum mixes with the mess between your thighs, the sound so sinful it has jason biting back a groan.
the sound of fabric tearing has you confused until you see your underwear thrown on the floor beside you. a wave of pleasure courses through you and you’re unable to stop the tiny whine that escapes your lips.
your voice is broken and breathless as you plead and beg for him to give you what you wanted. your words slur together as you moan his name, the thick head of his cock teasing your entrance.
finally, jason pushes inside. the stretch is instant, the searing burn has your lips parting and a gasp tumbling free from your throat. he’s just too big. you don’t think you’ll ever get used to his size—no matter how many times the two of you fuck.
your cunt flutters around him, trying to adjust to the stretch as jason forces you to take all of him. he buries himself to the hilt, bottoming out with a harsh grind of his hips. his hands settle on your hips, fingers digging into your skin.
he sets a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping forward with a force that makes your knees threaten to buckle beneath you. but jason doesn’t let you fall. he keeps a firm grip on your hips—possessive almost—as he forces you to take every brutal snap of his hips.
every stroke of his cock is so deep it feels like he’s in your throat. you clench around him, and his rhythm stutters for a second before he drives into you harder and faster. you’re losing your mind—you don’t even think you could recall your own name right now.
the two of you are barely holding on—your orgasms fast approaching. you’re soaked beyond comprehension, your slick dripping down your thighs and onto his balls. and as for jason, his last thread of control snapped ages ago.
“fuck, sweetheart,” jason pants, his head tipping back. “taking me so—fuck—taking me so well…”
his words are all you need before your orgasm crashes through you. it steals the air from your lungs and makes your vision go white. your cunt pulses around him, so tight he can barely move.
the after shocks makes your body jerk and jason feels every ripple, every shudder and every weak tremor you produce. but he doesn’t stop.
“s’good,” he groans, fucking you through your orgasm.
you whimper, his cock is too much. you can barely breathe from how he’s still fucking you hard and deep—every thrust sending you closer and closer to the edge once again. your moans turn into desperate, high-pitched whimpers but jason doesn’t slow down. if anything, he fucks you harder—if that was even possible.
he’s close—so fucking close—he can feel it, the tight pull in his gut, his rhythm breaking. his body jerks as he thrusts deep, his hips snapping forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he reaches his orgasm.
“f-fuck, doll,” he chokes out, attaching his lips to your neck.
hot ropes of cum spill deep within your cunt, filling you completely. so much so, it seeps out around his cock—thick, filthy strings leak down your thighs and mix with the mess he made of you.
the feeling undoes you—the second you feel him release inside you, you shatter. another orgasm tears through your body causing you to sob, your whole body tensing and back arching in pleasure.
your cunt squeezes around him, sucking every last drop and milking him for all he's got. he groans, hips jerking and cock throbbing as he spits more cum inside you—stuffing you full. even as he trembles, he keeps moving.
each deep, slow, languid stroke leaves you breathless, until you’re both shaking, until neither of you can take it anymore. jason stills, his cock still buried deep inside you, his body pressed against your back, lips parted as he tries to catch his breath.
“yo!” you hear someone shout from the other side of the door. “you two done fucking yet?”
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a few centered around his family—he always sits or stands to the left of dick, always makes cass her plate, always brings dessert to gatherings because nobody can do it as well as he can.
a few about his work—he always starts on the south end of gotham and works toward the north, always cleans his guns an hour before patrol, always puts his right boot on before his left one.
then, he has several for you.
he always flicks your sky projector on fifteen minutes before you’re done getting ready for bed, he always lets you take a bite of food first before picking his fork up, he always lets you read the prologue of a book he’s considering purchasing.
but your personal favorite?
jason always lets you kiss him first.
he’ll lower his face to yours, keeping the space between the two of you until you lift your lips to slot against his. whenever he wants affection, he’ll draw closer, look at you with those utterly compelling eyes of his, and wait.
he waits until you respond—whether it be reciprocating his energy or not.
he doesn’t take from you. he loves whatever you give him, even if it’s merely eye contact.
even then, he’ll graciously accept it because it’s from you.
jason has a habit of waiting for you to kiss him first, not because he’s nervous or shy.
he waits because he knows what it’s like to have things taken, and he always wants you to have a choice.
summary : Bruce is trying so hard to focus on this mission report.. but you just can’t help yourself.
MASTERLIST ◞ DC MASTERLIST
The Batcave was quiet after the mission.
The only sounds were the low hum of the computers, the distant drip of water from the underground lake, and the steady scratch of Bruce’s pen against paper as he wrote the mission report at his desk.
You stood a few feet away, still in your tactical suit, the black material clinging to your body like a second skin. The adrenaline from the night was fading, leaving behind a warm, restless buzz under your skin. You watched Bruce for a moment — jaw tight, shoulders tense, eyes focused on the page like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
He looked good like this. Focused. In control.
You wanted to ruin it.
You stepped closer, boots soft on the stone floor. Bruce didn’t look up, but you saw the slight shift in his posture — the way his pen paused for half a second.
“Long night,” you said casually, reaching for the zipper at the front of your suit. “I’m dying to get out of this thing.”
Bruce’s pen scratched a little harder against the paper. “Shower’s free. You can change in the locker room.”
You smiled, slow and wicked. “But you’re right here. And I want you to watch.”
His hand tightened on the pen. He still didn’t look up, but his breathing changed — just a fraction deeper.
You unzipped the suit slowly, the sound loud in the quiet cave. The fabric parted down your chest, revealing the black sports bra underneath. You shrugged one shoulder out, then the other, letting the material slide down your arms like liquid shadow.
Bruce’s jaw clenched. His eyes stayed fixed on the report, but you could see the way his knuckles whitened around the pen.
“Bruce,” you said softly, stepping out of the boots. “Look at me.”
He exhaled sharply through his nose. Then, slowly, his eyes lifted.
The suit was pooled at your waist now. You pushed it lower, shimmying it over your hips until it slid down your legs and pooled at your feet. You stepped out of it in nothing but your bra and panties, the cool cave air raising goosebumps on your skin.
Bruce’s gaze darkened. His throat worked as he swallowed. The pen had stopped moving entirely.
“You’re supposed to be writing the report,” you teased, turning slowly so he could see all of you. “Don’t let me distract you.”
He made a low, strained sound — almost a growl. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
You walked closer, hips swaying just a little. “Do I?”
You stopped right in front of his desk, close enough that he could reach out and touch you if he wanted. He didn’t. His hands stayed on the desk, gripping the edge like it was the only thing keeping him in his chair.
His eyes raked over you — slow, hungry, reverent. You could see the way his chest rose and fell faster, the faint flush creeping up his neck, the way his pants were suddenly much tighter across the front.
You leaned forward, bracing your hands on the desk, giving him a perfect view down your bra.
“See something you like, Mr. Wayne?” you whispered.
Bruce’s breath hitched. His eyes flicked up to yours, dark with want. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
You smiled, innocent. “I’m just changing. You’re the one who can’t focus on your report.”
He let out a shaky laugh, running a hand over his face. “You’re evil.”
You straightened, turning your back to him. You could feel his eyes on you as you bent down slowly to pick up the discarded suit, giving him a full view of your ass in the thin panties.
When you straightened again, you glanced over your shoulder. Bruce was gripping the desk so hard his knuckles were white. His pants was unmistakably strained.
“Need help with that report?” you asked sweetly, folding the suit over your arm. “Or should I leave you to… handle things?”
He stood up suddenly, chair scraping against the stone. In two strides he was behind you, hands on your waist, pulling your back against his chest. You could feel how hard he was against your lower back.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he growled against your ear, voice rough.
You leaned back into him, tilting your head to give him better access to your neck. “I know. But you like it.”
His hands tightened on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to make you gasp. He pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the side of your neck, then sucked lightly, leaving a faint mark.
“Bruce,” you breathed, pressing back against him.
He groaned, hips rocking once against you before he forced himself to still. “You’re going to kill me.”
You turned in his arms, pressing your body against his. Your hands slid up his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart. “Then let me take care of you first.”
He kissed you — hard, desperate, one hand tangling in your hair, the other gripping your ass. The kiss was messy, hungry, full of all the tension that had been building since you started undressing.
When he pulled back, both of you breathing hard, he rested his forehead against yours.
“I have to finish this report,” he said, voice strained. “But the second I’m done…”
You smiled, kissing the corner of his mouth. “I’ll be waiting. Naked. In your bed.”
Bruce groaned, eyes closing. “Again. You’re going to be the death of me.”
You stepped back, picking up your suit again. “Worth it.”
You walked toward the stairs, hips swaying, feeling his eyes on you the entire way. And when you reached the top, you glanced back.
Bruce was still standing at his desk, hands braced on the wood, head bowed, breathing hard. Which obviously made you smile to yourself.
Mission accomplished.
a/n : based on that one time I stripped infront of Bruce Wayne to distract him from his mission reports am I right.
