dilf! dan heng is kind and much tamer than his dilf counterparts. at least, that's what he wants you to think. he's a serial panty stealer that hides behind a dorky facade. "dan heng is so sweet," you'd tell all your friends but failed to notice your underwear going missing. you also failed to notice his lingering stares when you'd lean down in skirts, or the way he'd press his body closely against yours while scooting by you, even though he had ample room to get back. when he finally decided to make a move on you, after months of taking on a passive role in your friendship, you indulged him in his desires because he was "so sweet." after he's done fucking you, he'll make sure to steal a souvenir, whether it be your underwear, your bra, or something else. 

dilf! blade who's an avid smoker, even in bed. he insists on doing missionary just so he can light up a cigarette and blow the smoke in your face, watching you cough between moans and squeals. when you say he's mean for this, he'll just end up pounding you hard to make it up to you.

dilf!jing yuan's a trashy dilf who spends his saturdays watching whatever sport is on the tv, manspreading on his recliner with a pack of beers to his right and all the empty packs to his left and his weekdays hunting down recently graduated high schoolers. he prefers if they're virgins, so when he fucks them senseless and then ghosts them, they'll always be reminded of him when they think of their first time. it doesn't help your case when you send him a photo of your tits, months after he fucked you. he'll jack off to the photo and the fact that you're still thinking about him and his dick.

your house was down the mountain from the shrine, which you had inherited from your father, who had inherited it from his father, and so on. along with the house, you also inherited the shrine, and all the responsibilities that came with it. every day, you hiked up the mountain and tended to the shrine. at first, alhaitham was annoyed by how you’d always talk aloud while wiping the leaves off the gate of his shrine. but soon, he found himself looking forward to your rambles. don’t blame him, he’s been rather lonely for the past century, and no shrine-keeper has even unknowingly talked his ear off like you have. gosh, are you even aware that he’s listening? the amount of embarrassing secrets, he’s certain you wouldn’t want anyone to know, that he’s heard is unprecedented. 

he found you cute. the way you’d get excited while babbling on about the latest book you’re reading (he’s glad he has you to keep him updated on current literature). how your face would scrunch up when talking about how someone was rude to you at the market (alas he wished he was there to make them suffer his wrath). and, the way fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you cried your heart out over something so minuscule, at least to him (if only he could comfort you, he would).

in centuries of being a deity, many people—men, women, and children— have cried at his shrine. but none of their crying ever made his heart swell with sadness like yours did. oh god, before alhaitham knew it, he was obsessed with you. you were just so perfect in every way. even your flaws made his heart skip a beat. if you went a day without visiting the shrine, he found himself wallowing in jealousy and anger. where were you? how dare you not visit him?! did you even know how much you truly meant to him? he wished he could just tell you. once. that’s all he would need.

alhaitham didn’t know what happened. he could feel the cold mountain air against his skin and his body felt weighed down by the fabric of his garments. it was something he hadn’t felt in a while. the sunlight shone in his eyes. he had almost forgotten how much that hurt. he squinted, and there you were, in front of him with your jaw slack and your eyes wide open as if you had seen a ghost. he doesn’t blame you. if it wasn’t for his hand that instinctively made its way to your waist, he’d think he was a dead man walking as well. as a deity, he was accustomed to unusual circumstances, but this just confused him. had his wish been granted? if so, by whom? oh, all that didn’t matter now. his hand moved from your waist to your cheek. his pad of his thumb, rough and calloused from all his swordsmanship, gently caressed your soft skin.

“my dear shrine-keeper,” alhaitham smiled. it was a smile of a lonely man. one who had lived in isolation for many centuries. a smile of relief. it felt so good to feel skin against his. but, you backed away. why did you back away?!

“no.. you,” you gasped, your eyes darting between the statue of alhaitham and the man in front of you, sporting a look of betrayal. even though the silver metal of the effigy had faded to copper in some places, his features were still identifiable. “you’re dead.” he pondered your words for a moment. you were correct. but, then how was he here?

alhaitham chuckled, “no, my love. i’m here. you won’t have to suffer any longer.” he took a step closer to you, his eyes filling with fury as you took a step back. “are you afraid?” he asked bluntly, crossing his arms over his chest. he couldn’t believe you were acting like this. you couldn’t stopped taking care of his shrine at any moment or time, but you chose not to! that must be because you share his feelings.

when you didn’t respond, still looking at him stunned, he grumbled, grabbing your wrist before you could run away. alhaitham pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly. “don’t test your luck.” his voice was low and threatening. a shiver went down your spine like a surge of lightning. you tried to speak, to tell him to let go, or at least say something, make some kind of noise from your vocal cords, but you were too frightened to. 

the way your body trembled against his as he hugged you made alhaitham laugh. “dear, i’m not even doing anything. yet.” soothingly, he rubbed his hand up and down your back, not caring that you seemed to flinch with each and every touch. you had heard stories of him. his war victories, his triumps and defeats. you knew he was a force to be reckoned with. you didn’t want to test your luck. 

“w-what do you want…?” you croaked, closing your eyes shut tightly. perhaps, if you closed them tight enough, he’d disappear and you’d wake up from this dream. 

“hm?” you could hear the frown in his voice. “that’s all you have to say to me, my little shrine-keeper? we must work on your gratitude.” 

“what are you talking about?” your voice was significantly more quiet than his, every time you spoke. it made alhaitham upset. why weren’t you your usual lively self?! did someone do something to you?

“oh, dear. i’ve been answering your prayers for a long time,” alhaitham tilted his head down to chuckle into your ear.

you froze. “i’ve never prayed to you.”

“not directly, no,” he pulled away from the embrace, but kept his hand tightly wrapped around your wrist. you weren’t going anywhere.

“what?” the confusion on your face was too adorable for alhaitham to bear. 

“my precious shrine-keeper, think harder,” his eyes bore into yours as he pushed a strand of hair out of your face, not caring that you flinched. you thought for a moment. you thought about all the times you had rambled in front of his shrine.

you complained a lot, you cried even more than you complained, and you always spoke freely, naming names without caring. though, you failed to make the connection between those people you frequently whined about and the ill-fated situations that followed your complaining. garment makers who had given you an unfair price would suddenly go bankrupt after you angrily ranted at the shrine. people who had wronged or irritated you would suddenly experience strings of bad luck. 

alhaitham chuckled at the way your face expression morphed into one of realization. he gently held your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, tilting your head up to meet his eyes, “ah, so you realize it now, my love. don’t you think your god deserves a reward?” he hummed, leaning into kiss you. he paused, a inch away from your lips. your noses were touching as he spoke, “yes or no, dear?”

you shook your head. alhaitham frowned. it wasn’t genuine. he knew he would get you to break eventually. “i’ve done so much for you, and all you are is ungrateful,” his voice was harsh and threatening. his grasp on your wrist tightened, sending a surge of pain throughout you body. his grip was so constricting, you could see your hand begin to turn purple. it felt numb. 

“alhaitham,” you whimpered out, trying to pull away from his grasp.

his face softened and a small smile appeared on his lips, “so you accept that i’m your god?” 

“i never said that- ah!”

his hand tightened around your wrist even more. he leaned forward, a menacing look on his face, and whispered into your ear, “who am i to you, shrine-keeper?”

swallowing your pride, you mumbled, “a god.”

he yanked on your wrist, causing you to yelp, “try again.”

“my god,” you whispered. you looked up at alhaitham with your blurry vision. you didn’t even realize you were crying until he used his free-hand to wipe your cheeks. 

“put it together now,” he demanded.

“you’re my god.” alhaitham let out a sigh of relief, finally letting go of your wrist. you pulled your wrist to your chest, gently caressing the bruise that was already starting to appear. 

“now, shall we have some fun?” alhaitham murmured, grabbing at the fabric of your garments. when you pulled away, he grumbled. “i could make you feel so good, sweetheart. don’t you want me to?”

you shook your head, “go away! leave the shrine!”

“leave my own shrine?” alhaitham scoffed. he was done playing these foolish games of yours. bickering back and forth was getting him nowhere. “that’s quite enough, stupid shrine-keeper,” he growled before kissing you roughly. his lips lacked any sort of rhythm or gentleness. he bit, nibbled, and sucked on your lips, not caring about the small whimpers and whines you let out, and the way you tried to push him away. 

his hands travelled down to your waist as he pulled your body flush against his. it was such a crude sight with the way he forced his tongue into your mouth and rolled his hips against your body, searching for any sort of friction. this was a scenario he longed for—to claim his lovely shrine-keeper for his own. on one of your many visits to the shrine, you had spoken of other men in your village, but none of them could amount to a deity, could they? the pleasure he would give you would send you straight to paradise, if you just let him! he couldn’t understand why you were being so stubborn.

when he finally pulled away from the kiss, he whispered in your ear, “do you want more?” your hesitation made him nibble on your earlobe as he awaited your response. after a moment passed, he sighed. “no one will know. i’ll be gentle, i promise. whatever it is that’s holding you back, don’t fret your pretty little head about it. i’ll take care of it. just tell me what it is. i would do anything for my little shrine-keeper,” though his tone was calm and unwavering, his speech pattern seemed almost frantic. he was desperate. your silence cut through his heart like the sharp blade that led to his demise centuries ago. his hands on your waist tightened, “speak.”

“fine,” you whispered, barely audible. alhaitham perked up, immediately clashing his mouth against yours. he forced his tongue back into your mouth, except this time, it was more welcome. his heart nearly jumped out of his chest when he felt your hand on the side of his neck. when your other hand went to his cheek, he melted into your touch. you didn’t know the effect you had on him. you were everything to him. 

alhaitham pulled away from the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours, “i love you so much.” he didn’t expect you to respond. he knew you wouldn’t, though he wished you did. he knew you didn’t share his feelings, but he hoped he could change your mind. everything about you was just so sweet and lovable. he wanted to dote on you for the rest of your mortal life if you’d let him. but he could tell by the look of disgust on your face when he proclaimed his love, he was far from his final goal. it angered him. nothing would make him happier than you loving him back, or at least sharing some of his affection. he was a deity, after all, but you looked at him as if he was some kind of lowlife criminal. he didn’t get it.

“strip,” he demanded, taking a step back to let you fullfil his order. his voice cut through the silence like a knife. tears welled in your eyes upon hearing his command. alhaitham glared at you. “don’t be a crybaby, you agreed to this.” you nodded, sniffling as you wiped your eyes, stopping any tears that were threatening to fall. with your back turned to him, you stripped down naked, feeling humiliated. you were exposed, on the top of a mountain, at a sacred shrine. the cold wind and chilly air surrounded your naked body as you covered your chest and cunt with your arms and hands. 

“are you cold?” alhaitham gently wrapped an arm around your waist, and pulled you back against his chest. his body was warm, almost comforting. his mouth peppered kisses along your neck and shoulder, making you squirm in his grasp. when you nodded your head, he took off the cape he was wearing and put it on your shoulders. “face me,” and you did so. his eyes widened in awe. he dropped to his knees, kissing your stomach gently as he looked up at you through half-lidded eyes. it was as if he was hypnotized by your body. “stunning,” he murmured, his fingers dancing across your abdomen. the more affecionate he was, the more inclined you were to fully unveil the rest of your body. slowly removing your hands from your crotch and chest, he was too enchanted by the rest of your body to notice. when alhaitham finally noticed, he let out a gasp. 

alhaitham’s fingers graze your waist, then your hip, then your pelvic bone, nearing your crotch. “may i?” he looked up at you with pleading eyes. he looked so vulnerable, so adorable in that moment. you couldn’t help but agree. with a smile, he gently traced your labia with his fingers before collecting your precum and plunging one of his fingers into your hole without warning. you let out a shocked yelp, stumbling slightly, but alhaitham’s freehand grabbed your leg, steadying you. “shh, you’re taking my fingers so well.”

you whined, reaching down to caress the top of his head. alhaitham blushed slightly. in all his years existing as an omnipresent deity, he never would have fathomed the affect a mortal such as yourself would have on him. even before he was a god, he was a warrior—a cruel one at that. but, he was currently on his knees for human being, of regular status. it wasn’t his fault. it’s like you had him under some sort of spell.

you were so adorable, he couldn’t help himself from shoving another finger into you, not caring that you barely had time to adjust to the first one. he continued to slowly, and rhythmically move his fingers in and out of you. attentively, he watched the way your face expression changed with each movement of his fingers. he observed the pleasurable faces you made when he hit a good spot, and the uncomfortable look that painted your features when his fingers went too deep (which he murmured an apology for). 

“alhaitham,” you moaned out, feeling your legs tremble. you didn’t know how much longer you could stay standing. if it wasn’t for alhaitham’s hand still on the back of your thigh, steadying you, you would have fallen over by now. 

“you’re doing great, sweetheart. just a little longer,” he murmured before giving kitten licks to your clit. when you whined loudly, he chuckled, blowing hot air onto your sensitive cunt. he sped up the pace of his fingers, and began sucking on your clit harshly. each motion sent a surge of pleasure through your entire body. by now, his cock was unbearably hard in his pants, but he was too focused on you to care. 

“please, alhaitham,” you whimpered. alhaitham didn’t respond. instead, he fuck you with his fingers even faster, reaching places that you always failed to reach with your smaller hands. his two fingers alone were filling you up so nicely, and his tongue was flicking your sensitive clit. you couldn’t take it anymore. with a loud moan, you came on his fingers, trembling as your body lurched forward. he took his fingers out of you just in time to stop you from falling. his two hands were on your hips before he gently pulled you down. you were on your back, lying on top of the cape he had wrapped around your shoulders, as you looked up at him. his eyes were full of adoration.

“i’m going to make you mine,” he growled, kissing from your abdomen all the way to your neck, leaving kisses and small bites along the way. he relished the way you whined and whimpered, but stayed perfectly still for him. “you’re being so good,” he praised, nipping your shoulder gently as to not leave a trace. the deity didn’t dare mark your skin. your body was too perfect to be tainted in such barbaric ways. although, the bruise around your wrist of his own making is something he’ll ignore. he wasn’t thinking straight then. it was a weak moment for him! an angel like you only comes around once every few centuries (he was certain of that), and therefore, you must be treated like one. 

“alhaitham!” the moment you needily whined his name, pulling him out of his thoughts, he’s tugging down his pants and taking his aching cock out. he was big, but you expected nothing more for a warrior, let alone a deity. 

“you’re so lovely, my little shrine-keeper. every part of you is magnificent… as if you were sculpted into the perfect being,” he hummed, teasingly rubbing his cock up and down your folds. he adored how your body twitched in anticipation. alhaitham leaned over to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, led by him. as if the kiss was some sort of distraction, he plunged his cock into you. his lips captured every moan and whimper you let out. once he was fully sheathed, he stayed still for a moment, pulling away to watch your facial expressions. 

“move,” you demanded, but your shaky voice belied all authority your demand had. 

alhaitham chuckled, “seems like we still need to work on your manners, hm?”

“please,” the desperate look in your eyes was enough.

“that’s it, sweetheart,” alhaitham praised before slowly moving in and out of your sensitive cunt. his pace was almost excruciatingly tame. this was on purpose. the deity was going at such a pace to watch the way you squirmed underneath him, rolling your hips in an attempt to pleasure yourself. “behave,” he scolded, grabbing onto your hips. 

with a loud cry, you pleaded with him, “please! move faster, please!”

“hm, you’re going to need to convince me,” he grinned, chuckling when he saw your frown deepen.

“please, i’ll be good! i promise, i swear!” you whined, wriggling beneath him impatiently.

alhaitham chuckled in wry amusement, “oh, you swear, do you?” you fervently nodded your head. “hm, then i suppose i can indulge you, can’t i?” before you could think of a response, he pulled all the way out before slamming back in. he continued to fuck you at a brutal pace. it almost made you prefer his previous speed—almost—he was hitting so many good places, ones that you never knew were so pleasurable. 

the way he slammed in and out of your greedy hole left you a moaning and crying mess, completely at the mercy of your deity. your tear-stained face and quivering chin only served as further motivation for alhaitham. each sob you let out made him pound into you harder, wondering how hard he could go until you broke. he would love nothing more than his angel to be fucked stupid on his cock, and with how he was pleasuring you right now, that wouldn’t be difficult. you were already in some sort of a daze, with your mouth agape and your eyes shut as tears rolled down your cheeks. moans and incoherent babblers flew out of your mouth faster than alhaitham could fuck you. 

“you feel so good, angel. i’m surprised you’re taking me so well,” he chuckled between grunts. “it’s like you were made to be mine.” a sinister look flashed in his eyes before quickly disappearing. rapidly, you felt your orgasm approaching, but your blubbering wasn’t coherent enough for alhaitham to know that. the deity was pleasantly surprised when you came on his cock, your walls squeezing him roughly, as if your body was trying to milk him for all he’s worth. “fuck, angel,” he groaned, releasing a load of his semen deep inside of your cunt. however, this didn’t make him stop. he continued to relentlessly thrust into your poor oversensitive cunt, revelling in the way your body shuddered uncontrollably. 

each movement of his hips forced another loud, blissful mouth from your pretty lips, which mixed with the squelching sounds. the cum from his previous orgasm had formed a lewd ring near the base of his cock, that kept moving higher up as he reached deeper inside of you. he knew he had hit your cervix when you withered in pain, letting out a loud squeal. 

“hush, angel,” alhaitham hummed. his breathing was heavy and laboured whilst he leaned over, pressing a kiss to your hairline. he slowed down his thrusts, but still went deep, kissing your cervix each time as he gently rubbed circles on your hips with his thumbs. “you’re doing so well, sweetheart. just a little longer, alright?” when you nodded your head in understanding, he took his hand up to your face and wipe your tear-soaked cheeks. “i love you, angel,” he murmured, leaving a peck on your cheek before he started to speed up, yet again.

this time, it was more bearable when he’d hit your cervix, his tip threatening to intrude it at any moment. he continued to coo at you whilst his cock overstimulated your cunt beyond belief. it didn’t help when alhaitham’s hand left your face to vigorously roll your clit, adoring how much louder your whines and moans got. with one final thrust, he buried his cock to its hilt in your cunt as his tip finally reached past your cervix, shooting his cum deep inside of your womb with a loud grunt. 

“‘haitham!” you squealed, tears running down your cheeks like a waterfall as you had your third orgasm of the day. alhaitham chuckled, staying sheathed inside of you.

“don’t worry, angel. that’s all for today,” he hummed, gently running his fingers up and down your stomach. your entire body was trembling. alhaitham thought it was cute how sensitive you were. 

bruce comes to with his body tied up in ropes, spread out on a bed. he’s not sure how he got there; the last thing he remembers is being on patrol for the first night solo in however many years before it all goes dark. bruce wayne is a detective, and as detectives do—he investigates. there’s not much wiggle room in the rope, but it’s comfortable—soft even. his body is tied up almost like a star, but the way it’s tied up—it’s almost beautiful in a way. intricate knots hold his naked body firm on the bed, connected to the frame. he continues to make inferences when soft humming starts to fill the room, craning his neck up to look at his kidnapper.

“hello my beloved,” talia smiles. “i see you’ve awaken and seen my surprise.” she slowly creeps closer to the bed.

“talia. what have you done.”

“you still owe me one more night together, so i decided to take matters into my own hands,” she shrugs before sitting on the bed. “don’t you look the prettiest all tied up for me, beloved?” bruce has to admit, he’s always loved how freeing it feels to let go and let someone tie him up. however, this was not the time for this, he has a city to protect.

the bat tugs at the restraints, “talia, you have to let me go, gotham needs me. i can be all yours another night.” her smile falters for only a moment before she regains her composure.

she drags her fingers down bruce’s chest, “there’s nothing to worry about beloved. your city is safe. you are mine tonight.” talia places a short kiss to his lips before slowly kissing down his jaw. “you know you want this, don’t you beloved?” bruce grunts but makes no moves to escape. she smiles once more before kissing down his body getting close to his happy trail. “you’ve always been so handsome, beloved. if only you would join me, damian would be our perfect heir but we could have more.”

“talia-” bruce starts but is cut off by the assassin’s nails dragging lightly on his cock. his hips buck up as his body chases the feeling. “more please?”

“there he is. i knew you would come back around.” talia wraps her hand around bruce’s cock, stroking the man slowly but firmly. as much as he loves to deny it—talia al ghul knows bruce wayne’s body like the back of her hand. she knows exactly how to make him crumble simply with her hands. her hands drag up and down his cock tightly, flicking up at the tip—just the way bruce loved it—making him putty in her hands. she plants a featherlight kiss on the tip before raising her body above his and sinking down on his cock. “see beloved? it’s a perfect fit. we’re meant to do this. you and me, forever.”

bruce moans deeply as he tries to thrust his hips up, “beloved please, let me feel you.” he craved the feeling of her in his hands, had missed it; all the late nights the two shared. the way her heat molded so perfectly around him, the way she clenched around him, all of it. it was all too much for someone who had a lack of action recently. he could feel how embarrassingly quick his orgasm was coming up. “fuck- wait talia slow down i’m gonna,” bruce moans.

“come in me, beloved. together we will create a better world. we are stronger together, our children will be the strongest,” talia rolled her hips harder, grinding into bruce. he felt the knot in his stomach snap as he came with a cry of talia’s name while cum filled her insides. it felt too good, so sinful. “you look prettiest like this my dear bruce, so pretty in these lovely knots under me.”

bruce slowly nods as his vision goes back to black.

“please mommy, please i just wanna cum i’ve been so good,” jason pleads as his orgasm is denied for the third time tonight. roy smiles cruelly as he wordlessly directs him to continue stroking his own cock, revelling in his already fucked out state.

“but you’re looking so pretty like this jaybird, how could i make you stop? look at you all fucked out for me and i haven’t even touched you once,” roy coos as jason whines out. it had to be cruel—what roy was doing to jason. making him touch himself while roy sits spread out all perfect with his stupid cock out, not touching jason while edging him for hours. it could bring tears to jason’s eyes—could. not that it has, but he would never admit it. “just a couple more pretty boy, doing so good for me baby. be a good boy and i’ll let you fuck me, yeah?” jason nods enthusiastically, stroking his cock faster with the other’s promise.

jason’s whines fill up the room perfectly as he slips further and further into a deeper subspace, bucking his hips up and fucking into his fist. “please mommy i’m so close i wanna cum. i-i need it please need it so bad.”

“no.” roy smirks as jason whines but listens to him. “aw, poor baby gonna cry? need to cum that bad birdy?” what comes out of jason’s mouth can’t even be classified as words—noises fly out of his mouth as he begs roy to let him come.

whatever strength roy had remaining quickly left his body as he fills the space next to jason, removing his hand to place his own in an ‘o’ motion at the base of his cock. “no, no please i’ve been so good please.” tears fall from jason’s eyes as he pleads with roy, only to choke on his words as roy sinks down on his cock. a stream of ‘thank you’s and ‘please’s fall from his lips.

“you wanna come baby? wanna come in mommy, pretty boy?” roy slowly bounces on his cock without removing his hand. jason’s eyes find his as he nods frantically. “too bad pretty boy, you gotta earn it. make mommy come first and you’ll get your reward.” he is quickly flipped over wordlessly as the raven-haired man fucks into roy with haste.

jason fucks roy with vigor, placing his hand on his cock and stroking him quickly. “please mommy wanna feel you come, please come for me i’ve been so so good. feels so good when you cum on my cock so so good.”

roy’s eyes roll back from the pleasure. he feels his stomach bunch into knots as he gets closer to his peak. “just like that jay, so close. fucking mommy so good baby.” just the look in jason’s eyes could make roy come on the spot. “almost there, pretty boy. harder baby fuck me so good just like that baby.” roy’s vision goes white as his orgasm crashes through his entire body—body shaking as his hands fly up to jason’s shoulders and nails dig into his back.

“please mommy i was so good let me cum please let me cum. wasn’t i such a good boy for you mommy?” jason cries as his patience wears thin; thrusts getting sloppier.

roy comes down from his high and smashes his lips into jason’s; lips locking in a messy kiss. “come for mommy baby. fill mommy up, such a good boy.” that’s all it takes for the floodgates to come crashing down as jason’s orgasm hits him like a train. he holds roy close trying to pump his come as deep into the other as possible. roy holds him just as close, rolling his hips slowly to help jason through his orgasm.

jason slowly comes down from his high before leaving light kisses all over roy’s face.

“ready for round two?”