sylvie🍰

masterlist.

pairing: emmett (a quiet place) x fem!reader

summary: In this safe place, you sign up for the community’s newest effort: structured pairings; an attempt to re-populate. It’s not an arranged marriage exaclty, but it’s hope.

rating: E. age gap (15+ years), angst. touched-starved mutual pining. arranged marriage (of sorts).

part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5. part 6.

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cw// he’s rlly an asshole lol

dick grayson’s a meanie.

at this point, it’s common knowledge. everyone knows it, he knows it, you knew it when you got in a relationship with him, but nobody could prepare you for the absolute devil he would allow himself to become in the comfort of a relationship.

at first, you thought it was just a degrading kink—him being the degrader. he enjoyed pounding you into the mattress, leaning down to graze his lips over the lobe of your ear and spew out the filthiest, meanest nothings right into it. the sensation of him rearranging your guts and calling you a stupid little slut had you seeing stars, to the point where small droplets of tears would roll down your puffy cheeks.

jackpot for him.

those pretty saccharine tears were exactly what he was looking for. when you started to cry during sex, he’d go feral, cock twitching uncontrollably inside you before he painted your insides a pearly, milky white.

though, it didn’t stop there.

it became a true addiction to him.

mentions: threesome, competitiveness, also possessiveness, oral sex (f!recieving), tongue fucking, fingering, sliiiight edging? dirty talk, petnames, praises, can we say overstim too, boobplay, groping, tip rubbing help wtf is that called, am i missing anything else (the way this was supposed to be a drabble.....)

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jason todd and clark kent— prime— only had one thing in common, and that was being competitve

so when you put two competitve people in the same room, on top of the same bed and eating you out at the same time, best believe there will be competition “hey! move over!” “and give you this pussy? fuck no” you couldn’t believe what you were seeing-- two grown men, between your legs and facing your drenched cunt, arguing about eating you out like refusing to share candy. god, the heat in between your legs and them doing nothing about it made you frustrated “oh shut the fuck up” you spread your thighs wider and buried your hands in both of their hairs to shove both of their faces on your pussy at the same time. and the synchronized slow drag from their tongues on your clit made you knock your head back with a loud moan, the sensation buzzing through

clark’s tongue was focused on your clit, the pace fast and quick and enough to leave you breathless, feeling his tongue repeatedly both play and abuse your clit. jason’s tongue was in your pussy, slow yet deep as his warm tongue was making your walls pulse like crazy

“that’s it, baby” clark purred, two fingers gently spreading your folds apart without his pace stopping, making sure your clit truly felt every part of his tongue. “tell jason who’s really makin’ you feel good”

that made jason roll his eyes, slowly retracting his tongue back, your walls now clenching on nothing. you whined from the empty feeling, but it quickly trailed into a moan the moment you felt two of his thick, calloused fingers bury themselves in your pussy till his knuckles were nudging.

the way his fingers filled up the space and went along perfectly with clark’s tongue was making your brain foggy. for two people who were different, they surprisingly worked really well together

“attagirl” a smirk formed on jason’s lips, his green eyes dark with lust as they were pinned up on you. “tell him who’s girl you are”  a choked sound left your lips when you felt his fingers curl in you, nudging in all the right spots 

clark’s eyebrows furrowed in frustration, flattening his tongue and pressing it flat onto your clit. the pressure made your hips jerk back, a small yelp heard from you and your grip on his hair both twitching and tightening on his locks. now that formed a grin on clark’s busy lips

“you should feel the way she’s grippin my hair” he spoke from your pussy, resuming the insatiable pace. “says—“ lick. “a lot—“ lick. “doesn’t it?” lick.

your voice was trembling, arching your back for more of jason’s fingers, for more of clark’s tongue, for more. “jaso- ohhh clar- mph!” poor you couldn’t even get their names out.

and of course, clark’s words got into jason’s head, making him lean forward and grab your jaw with his free hand to pull you into a kiss— passionate, sloppy, all tongue and saliva—  all while his other hand was still pumping his digits at all the right ways

“that’s it, gorgeous” he murmured on your lips, biting your bottom lip to slide his tongue in. “you’re my pretty girl, arent you?” his curled fingers were now nudging on a deep spot. and just by the way your clit was twitching on clark’s tongue from his licks, you were about to be close

and clark knew— of course he did; this man knows your body like the back of his hand. there was no way you were going to cum on jason’s fingers first, not when he was right here

right where you knew one last flick from clark’s tongue would have been it, his mouth detached itself from your cunt. that made jason swallow a frustrated whimper from you from the lost warmth and sensation.

but all was forgiven when you felt clark’s thick tip rub onto your cunt, hard and already leaking with pre cum. the feeling of his tip, rubbing on your saliva-covered clit with the pre-beads of cum made both of you moan

just like jason, clark hovered on top of you, trailing his lips to the sensitive parts of your skin and leaving open-mouthed hickeys and bites, saliva trailing all over. his hand went to your boob, squeezing and fondling it while brushing his thumb on your hard nipples, his touch making you arch your back to press your boob more to his palm as you moved your hips for more friction for clark’s tip and jason’s fingers.

all while both of them were mindlessly blabbering praises, your head so fucked you couldn't tell who was saying what “ohhh fuck, even she prefers me more than him”

“cmon baby, be my good girl and prove him wrong”

“say my name out of those pretty lips, won’t you?” “mmmm, that’s it. take it all, take it all from me” let the games begin!

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masterlist!

(a/n: creative freedom is amazing)

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You grab Tim by his tie, dragging him behind you as your high heels click against the floor and god help him he’s into it.

“Wait-“

“I said follow me. You didn’t listen.”

And you’re still dragging him. Don’t help that man he’s exactly where he wants to be. You shove him in an empty meeting room.

“You. You lied.” You back him to the wall.

“You let me handle them alone, you said you’d show up to the meeting, you did not.” You continue, a finger poking his chest accusingly. The tips of his ears go bright red.

“I wanted you to have your moment- it’s your project.” And he also wanted you at his throat but he won’t really say that.

“So you play me?”

“That’s not-“

You shush him with your index on his lips.

“Don’t cut me off, Drake.” He flushes further, letting out a little ‘mm’.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You try not to smile.

“What was that? Didn’t hear you.”

He drops to his knees, arms wrapped around your body, his chin on your stomach.

“I’m sorry. Won’t do it again. I love you, baby. I’m sorry.. Forgive me..” He murmurs, half lidded blue eyes staring up at you, so freaking desperate it has you biting your lip.

You grab his face, squishing his cheeks in the process, staring down at him before laughing, leaning down and kissing him despite the awkward angle.

He’s on cloud nine.

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eating out boyfriend!tim drake for the first time (˶>⩊<˶) an extract of you pleasuring your nervous and handsome boyfriend

cw: mdni, afab!tim, fem!reader, oral sex (m! receiving), praising and worshipping, art by notbao

Tim and you have been kissing for a long time, you and him are always kissing. He has plush and tasty lips that make you want to kiss him deeper and harder, and makes you wonder if he tastes that good between his legs. You’ve been thinking about it a lot, maybe more than you should, he’s always all about pleasuring you; fingering you, eating you out, strapping you. But you want to make him cum too! You’ve heard his moans when you kiss the soft spots on his neck, how he rolls his eyes and his mouth falls open. You can’t help but imagine how beautiful he’d look when cumming. 

“Babe,” you call him, even though he’s too focused on your lips, on kissing you and putting his thigh between yours. “Babyy.” You tug on his hair, lifting his head. “Are you turned on?”

“Hm?” He furrows his eyebrows, his big eyes fluttering as he looks up at you. “Of course I am, you always make me hot.”

“Do you want me to help you?” you ask, smiling softly and tickling the back of his neck. 

“What?” He heard you just fine, but his mind is going fast right now. 

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── ⟡ ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛsᴜ ᴋᴀɪsᴇɴ :

no tears left to cry - @gyarujo sukuna catches you watching porn - @neossence masseuse suguru geto takes his job of helping you relax very seriously - @yailuxe gazing at gojo & his lifted shirt results in him dry humping you - @aliienangel

── ⟡ ᴅᴄ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄs :

living with jason todd - @solisstars jason & the hands he likes to worship! - @bloomcissa first time with jason todd - @fancy-possum tits, thighs or ass but it's the batfam - @honeysucklewatr dick grayson who fucks like a pornstar - @/honeysucklewatr the boy is mine : jason todd - @arfemiz nonchalant : bruce wayne - @poutymouse tastes like coca cola : jason todd - @solarisd assessing if the dc boys' have a sleeper build - @srenique who's that chick : bruce wayne + clark kent - @coquettefrancaise smoker!jason and his ashtrays - @lucidcrashing bf!jason todd who's got a subtle obsession with the top half of your body - @mintstar home : clark kent - @honeyy-darling

── ⟡ ᴍɪsᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜs :

leon taught you how to kiss - @luveline leon has steady nerves [...] which is maybe why it’s so easy to take care of you - @/luveline all the types of kisses leon gives you - @flirtingfawn your husband gets clingy and sappy during sex - @rkkuna

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post- patrol bruce was something else.

this man would be so tired and drained after stopping another one of riddler’s riddles and preventing city hall from blowing up. —again— that the first thing he needs to do when he comes back home is to immediately wrap you in his arms and not let you go

even when he was in the bathtub, his hands couldn’t learn to let you go. 

“god, i needed this” he groaned on your lips, cock buried deep in your pussy and hands on your waist to hold you in place while you straddled him. the air smelt of lavender from the bath salts and jasmine from the candle you lit, along with the faint aroma of soap enveloping it altogether. this was different than the sex you two would often have. this time, it was slow. you were taking your time with him, not with lust, but with love. the thrusts were slow— deep, but slow

you let out a soft moan, feeling his lips swallow your sound and trail his lips down to bury his face in your neck. your arms around his neck buried his face more to your body, something that bruce would gladly take up on

the water would slightly swish from each movement of your hips. bruce would feel his body absorb the warmth from the water and the warmth of your walls around his cock, his pants on your neck now turning into love bites. 

“i love you” he whispered on your skin, his mouth now pressing a kiss down your throat. “so much”  on your collarbone. “so so fucking much” and on your chest, right where your heart was

you felt one of the veins slowly brush on your walls just right, right enough for you to softly gasp and clench on him for just a second, making both of you moan at the same time. god, if bruce wasn’t tired, he would have you bent over the damn tub to fuck you properly

he lifted his head from your body to whisper on your lips without touching them, a smile on his face as his eyes met with yours. “takin’ me so well, sweetheart” bruce cooed. “feelin’ so much better already”

your hands went to push his wet hair back and to get a good look at him. the tiredness and fatigue in his face were a contrast to the slightly bleary look in his eyes—even then, he still looked gorgeous and still the man you fell in love with. 

from there, you pull him into a kiss and move your hips deeper to swallow a groan from his lips, meeting them with a soft, deep and slow kiss. the type of kiss that bruce definitely needed tonight, the type of kiss only you could give him

god, did this man love you

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masterlist!

(a/n: guys it literally swings.... im not even joking it LITERALLY swings good fucking lord i am not okay for this man i want him so bad)

main taglist: @sweetpeasosweet @lcvgty-4929 @fratbrochrisgf @wrldbloom @arabellas-barbarella-swimsuit12 @vianawaits @edawgz @hottubnda @onlyfeng @lucky-clover13 @tragicfiend @nyx-of-night @missmontiopath @bloomfaery @booksrcool @jaydennicole @gglouise23 @sicklyhana @klauvy @pocket-fish0 @romancedawn333 @sashadonat @uxavity @batslilwhore @oh-sheetcake @boo-123456 @ydivine @the-star-rover @slutfordpr @advline @arfemiz @freakkay09 @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @hernersworld @starrydustedwinter @inejskywalker @seeker2028 @ksiazkowaxx-blog @kh4dij7 @vanillakirstein @lillie1320 @scissorhvnds @branchesofmagic @devilslittlehelper @starr-jazz @nightwingblvd @yukimaniac @freddiweasly @devorator666 @dadump @ftkats @st4rl1ghtgrays0n @st4rstuddedreblogs @em12021 @heleneae @darkxwolfsstuff @imintoomanyfandoms14 @littlelightbearer @th3d1nOr3ad3r @psychopompsblog @wwolfsca @kaiiii1009 @century-eggg @tvhore (tags are open)

thinking about 'just the tip' with jason...

tags — 18+ minors dni | f!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), teasing, begging, slight choking, kinda rough sex, pet names (doll), creampie (0.7k wc)

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Neil Lewis x girlfriend!reader

Summary | You show up to work wearing something he’s never seen on you before and, because of his reaction, decide to tease him for the entire day.

Warnings | Smut, 18+, sexual content, kissing, lowkey public sex?, thigh fucking, groping, grinding, misogyny?, a tiny bit of angst, sexual tension, creampie hehe, humiliation, praise, overstimulation, orgasm delay/denial, Neil is down bad for reader lowkey (highkey).

Words | 6.1 k

Notes | idk I just like horny simp Neil.

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

synopsis - tommy receives a phone call in the middle of having sex with his wife.

pairing - tommy shelby x reader / thomas shelby x reader

warnings - SMUT +18, rough sex, use of foul language, breeding kink, praising kink, creampie, just full of porn, unprotected sex, p in v

notes - short (w.c <850), gif and picture isn't mine, divider is mine

main masterlist | peaky blinders masterlist | cillian murphy masterlist

summary: you are due to be married to the leader of an enemy gang to the peaky blinders. the night before your wedding, you make thomas shelby an offer he can’t refuse.

wc: 5k

tags: 18+, MDNI, NSFW, Canon typical gang/violence talk, Tommy is Mr. Steal Your Girl, Cheating/scandal, Virginity loss, Age gap (Reader is early 20s, Tommy is late 40s), Tommy uses reader to get to his enemies, Smut (v fingering, fem receiving oral, unprotected p in v), Choking, Finger sucking, Possessive!Tommy, Dom!Tommy, Reader is a lil depraved, Reader wants that cookie so fucking bad, Spot the Twin Peaks reference, Dirty talk, Spitting, Biting, Bits of Soft!Tommy, Degradation, Overstimulation, Innocence kink? Bit of violence at the end

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There wasn’t a soul in Birmingham that had not heard of Thomas Shelby.

Hearing whispers of his name throughout your mid to late teens made him seem, in your mind, like some sort of boogeyman.

Even now, you heard his name uttered through whispered breaths as though saying it too loud would summon him.

Like his name was a curse.

The first time you caught sight of him, the first time you put a face to the name, there was a momentary shift in the way you viewed the man.

In your mind, Thomas Shelby was a monster. He took, he killed, he robbed. Mercy was not something he entertained.

In reality, Thomas Shelby was just a man.

A cold, violent man.

But a man nonetheless.

He commanded the entire room as soon as he entered it. An unlit cigarette between his lips, flat cap pulled low on his head. You almost could not see his eyes. His trench coat flowed behind him as he walked, surrounded by his cronies.

Heading straight towards you.

And yet, for some reason, you did not fear him at all.

He came to a stop beside the table you sat at. His brothers loomed behind him, but he took the lead.

“May I?” Thomas asked, nodding once towards the seat opposite you.

You nodded curtly. “Please,” you welcomed.

He took the seat before you gave your answer.

“You’re Fischer’s wife.”

He posed it as a statement, not a question.

Your jaw flexed at the mention of your soon-to-be husband. “Not yet. He’s yet to tie me down in loveless matrimony, if you must know, Mr. Shelby.”

Thomas seemed impressed by your defiance, if just for a moment. His icy exterior was not broken for long.

“You seem smart enough. I’m sure you’re aware your fiancé wants me dead.”

“You want him dead too,” you reminded him.

“It’s nothing personal.”

“If only it was.”

Something changed in Thomas’ eyes. His lip twitched, like he was itching to smirk, but he resisted, remaining personal. Instead, he reached into his pocket.

In the presence of Thomas Shelby, anyone else would have flinched if he reached into his pocket, expecting to be met with the cold steel of a gun.

You did not.

And he noticed that.

You could see his eyes now.

He was nothing like the stories you’d heard as a teen.

These weren’t the eyes of a boogeyman.

Wordlessly, his piercing blue eyes never leaving yours, he extended a cigarette towards you.

You wondered if he did this often with future wives of rival gang members.

You took the cigarette regardless. Your fingers brushed against his.

You leaned forward, and with a flick of his lighter, Thomas lit your cigarette for you.

You took a long drag, exhaling deeply, as Thomas lit up his own.

“I don’t often share cigarettes with gangsters.”

He hummed in amusement, though his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Your fiancé lets you plan every move his little gang makes. But he won’t let you smoke.”

Again, it was not a question. Like he already knew just how cowardly your future husband was.

You exhaled another puff of smoke, holding his gaze. “Men are strange creatures, Mr. Shelby.”

He smirked. “Indeed they are.”

You raised the cigarette to your lips again. “So you know.”

Thomas continued to stare.

His gaze made you feel X-rayed.

You didn’t mind it.

“Yes. I know.”

“That why you’re here, Mr Shelby?” you queried. “Here to kill me? Teach my fiancé a lesson?”

He seemed genuinely amused at the suggestion. “Being a gangster isn’t all about killing people, love. It’s about negotiation. It’s about fear.”

You paused. “Well, I’m not afraid of you.”

Thomas did not seem fazed. Like this was all part of his plan. “I’m not asking you to be.”

“Then what are you asking, Mr Shelby?” you challenged him.

“Nothing.” He said it honestly. You believed him. “Just need it to get back to your fiancé that I was here. Talking to his woman. Make his mind spiral. Then the fear starts.”

“So we’re just… talking.”

It was absurd. If you told the teenaged you that you would be sitting in a bar, sharing a cigarette with Thomas Shelby - feared mobster and leader of the Peaky Blinders - she would have said you were fucking stupid.

“Just talking,” Thomas reaffirmed.

“I heard stories of you, growing up,” you confessed, tapping your cigarette into the ash tray before you. “You struck the fear of God into me, Thomas Shelby.”

His chest seemed to swell a little at that. As though striking the fear of God into a young woman was something to be proud of.

Or maybe it was the fact you had heard of him.

“And look at you now. You’re not afraid at all, are you?”

There was a feeling - deep within your chest, nestled in the base of your stomach. It was warm, burning like a fire. It did not feel like fear.

No. You weren’t afraid. You were intrigued.

“You’re not asking me to be afraid,” you reminded him.

“No. I’m not.”

Your cigarette fizzled out between your fingers, a symbol of your meeting coming to an end. “You’re not what I expected,” you admitted.

Thomas stubbed out his cigarette in the ash tray. He stood, his chair scraping against the wood floor, echoing louder than it should have.

Everything he did left an impression.

Thomas took your hand, bent slightly, and kissed it politely.

His lips brushing against the skin of your hand sent a chill through your body.

“Neither are you,” said Thomas.

His gang began to retreat towards the doors of the pub. Their eyes raked over you as though you were something intriguing.

You did not look at them.

You just looked at Thomas.

He tipped his cap towards you, a gesture of farewell. “Good day, Miss.”

And like a beast disappearing into the night, he was gone.

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You thought often of Thomas Shelby, even though you knew you shouldn’t. Should had never stopped you before. It was an odd word. You shouldn’t be involved in planning attacks for your fiancé’s gang.

You shouldn’t feel cold or unseen, laying next to the man you were supposed to marry.

And you shouldn’t be fantasising about your future husband’s mortal enemy. About his piercing blue eyes, the deep rumble of his voice, the calloused skin of his fingers brushing against your own.

That singular touch - one that lasted not even two seconds - ignited a fire within you that your husband never had. Never would.

The day of your wedding - your entrapment - crept up on you. One month. One week. Tomorrow.

Your groom had not been happy when word reached him that his woman had been sitting in a bar, sharing a cigarette with Thomas Shelby of the Peaky Blinders. Insults had been exchanged aplenty. Names flew out of his mouth that bounced off your skin. An opinion of a man like him did not matter to you.

“Are you Thomas Shelby’s fucking whore now?” he had demanded, spit flying from his mouth.

Your response was meant to anger him. You wanted him to feel the words burrowing underneath his skin, feel them festering there.

But your tone revealed the truth in the words.

“I’d rather be his whore than your wife.”

It was dark when you said it. The words travelled out into the moonless night, floating down the street as if leading you somewhere. Luckily, your pathetic excuse of a fiancé did not follow you out into the cold evening air.

Down the street. Towards an address you had seen scrawled on the back of threatening letters to your fiancé - inviting him to come and try his luck on the life of Thomas Shelby.

Or maybe it was an invite to you.

The knock on his door reverberated into the night.

There was that word again: should. You shouldn’t be here. You should hope that he doesn’t answer.

But you are. And you don’t.

You hope he answers - and he does.

His usual stoic expression did not soften when he saw you. Despite it being deep into the night, Thomas was still dressed to work. His vest, trousers and shoes pristine as ever, the sleeves of his white undershirt rolled up to his elbows. A part of you was expecting him to be stained with the blood of his enemies.

Preferably the blood of your husband-to-be.

“Your man know you’re here?” Thomas asked.

You laughed, the idea ridiculous to you. “He doesn’t know anything about what I do.”

Thomas smirked. Like that was the answer he wanted. “And what is it you’re here to do?”

You. No, too vulgar.

“I’d like to ask you something. If you can find the time, of course.” You added the last part almost scathingly. As though sizing him up, letting him know that you were equals. That you were not to be toyed with.

Thomas looked at you with an expression that suggested he was not used to being talked to like anything other than a leader, a boss.

But it didn’t look like he hated it. Not coming from you.

“Well,” Thomas clicked his tongue, and then he finally opened the door fully, stepping back and allowing you the space to cross the threshold into his home. “Come in and ask it in the warm, at least.”

It was almost like he cared.

Thomas lead you through his hallway into a room at the back of the house, where a fire was crackling welcomingly. The warmth of the room filled your whole body. A desk stood before the fireplace, half-written letters strewn across its surface.

Thomas did not invite you to sit. He resumed his position at his desk, the one you assumed he had been in before your knock derailed his work. You stood in front of his desk with your hands clasped in front of you, as though you were a choir singer about to serenade him, or a salesman about to con him.

“Your dear fiancé fears what I might do to you. That’s why you’re here, eh?” He did not look up from whatever important words he was writing when he spoke.

You tilted your head. “Partly,” you answered honestly. “What’s he got to fear? What might you do to me? Tommy?”

The use of his nickname made him raise his head. Those eyes met yours. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip. Tommy leaned back in his chair, placing his pen down on his papers. “What do you want me to do to you?”

You shuddered at his words. “It would be sinful of me to say it.”

He quirked an eyebrow, as if he already knew what you were about to say. He welcomed it without batting an eyelid. “I’m a killer. I know all about sin. You’re in good company to be sinful.”

Tommy looked like sin. He smelled like it. Maybe he was your sin. And this time, you weren’t looking to repent.

“So go on,” he ordered. “Ask away.”

You stared into his eyes for a moment. They were the colour of a lake you could happily drown in. Thomas Shelby was captivating.

Really, you were just another of his victims. A victim of his words.

A victim of his gaze.

A victim of your own desire.

The words left you calmly. There was no more room within you for shame.

Just for him.

“I want you to fuck me, Tommy.”

Like him, you did not ask. You demanded.

Tommy raised his eyebrows inquisitively. He leaned forward, the proposition intriguing. “You want me to fuck you?” he repeated.

He wanted to hear you say it again.

“I want you. To fuck me.”

He chuckled. “Fiancé not satisfying you?”

“He never has. And he never will. I will not let him own that part of me. I want it to be you.”

Something glinted in Tommy’s eyes.

Excitement.

Intrigue.

Desire.

Tommy stood, his eyes never leaving yours. He moved slowly around the desk, as if taunting you with the proximity between you both growing smaller and smaller. “You came here to ask me to fuck you. Pathetic, really.”

“I’m to be married tomorrow,” you informed him calmly, trying desperately to ignore the hammering of your heart against your ribcage and the growing pool of desire between your legs. “Tonight I make my own decisions.”

“And your last decision before you marry your husband is to fuck the man who wants to kill him.” Despite his degrading words, Tommy’s tone was not judgemental. It was almost impressed. Like he admired your honesty.

Like he wanted this as much as you did.

Tommy dared to touch you first. His large, manly hand caressed the side of your face, thumb running delicately along your jawline. “Why is it you’re not afraid of me?” he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper, low and gravelly in his throat.

There were a million ways you could answer that question. But you went with the one that flipped your stomach whenever you thought it. The one that felt like a crown of thorns wrapping around your heart. The one that was being whispered into your ear by the Devil on your shoulder.

“You’re not the only one who wants my husband dead.”

A proud smirk made its way onto Tommy’s infuriatingly handsome face. His whole hand fit around your face. He could cover your mouth if he wanted to. The way you were sure your fiancé would do.

But Tommy Shelby was not him. He was everything the man you were set to marry would never be. To your future husband, he was the man he hated the most. To you, he was the object of all your desires.

Tommy did not cover your mouth. He heard you. He worked with you. Instead, he gently squeezed your soft cheeks between his hand. Gentler than you had ever thought Tommy was capable of being.

“You’re his from tomorrow. So you’re mine for tonight.”

You would never belong to your husband. But you would take being Tommy’s. So you nodded. Opened your mouth enough to whisper, “Kiss me.”

He did. His lips were rough against yours, moving with passion. The same lips that threatened and cursed, that humiliated and insulted the man who was supposed to kiss you like this.

The hand that had been cupping your jaw moved down to your throat, wrapping around with no effort. Tommy squeezed gently, eliciting a desperate gasp from your mouth. He smirked against your lips, like that was the reaction he wanted.

With his other hand, Tommy touched every part of you he could. His fingers combed through your hair. He cupped your breast. He squeezed your ass. His hand roamed as though he wanted to mark every part of you he could, taint your soft skin with the sin the two of you were about to commit.

“Get on the desk.” Tommy moaned the words into your mouth, one possessive hand still wrapped around your throat, the other grasping your lower back, pulling your body as close to his as possible.

“What for?” you gasped.

“So I can kneel.”

Tommy practically shoved you into a sitting position on a free space of his wooden desk. Even now, he was anything but gentle - and you weren’t complaining a bit.

You weren’t here to be handled gently.

You were here to get fucked by the gangster you’d grown up hearing stories about. To feel his blood-stained hands all over your body.

Tommy wasted no time, kneeling before you like a man at a confessional about to confess his deepest of sins. This definitely wasn’t his worst of discretions. It was just another addition to his growing list.

And you were happy to be that, just for tonight.

“Those letters over there are to your fiancé,” Tommy murmured into the tender skin of your thigh, nodding towards the papers beside you on the desk. With one hand, his fingertips pressed into your thigh so hard you were sure you would be bruised in a matter of minutes. With the other, he tore off your underwear like they were a hinderance, ripping them clean in two. He tossed the fabric over his shoulder like it was nothing. “Shall I put this in writing?” he asked darkly, pushing apart your legs, revealing your already dripping pussy to his hungry eyes.

You had no time to respond, because Tommy seemingly could not hold himself back any longer. He licked a long, singular stripe along your folds, the sound of your loud moan music to his ears.

“If he could fucking see this.” Tommy groaned, moving his lips from your pussy to pepper sweet, tempting kisses along your inner thigh. “His woman, spread open on my desk.”

“Not his woman,” you breathed, your hands tangling in Tommy’s hair. “Yours tonight.”

Tommy smirked at you from between your legs, moving your legs so they were draped over his shoulders. The scratchy fabric of his vest irritated the back of your thighs but you were beyond caring about discomfort at this point.

“Good fucking girl,” Tommy practically growled, before reconnecting his tongue to your aching pussy, licking and sucking and nipping from your folds to your clit.

Your head hung backwards, eyes squeezed shut. You were certain at one point you could see stars bursting across your vision as Tommy continued his relentless lapping at your pussy. One hand pulled and tugged at his dark hair with every move his tongue made on your cunt, the other gripped the edge of his desk so hard your hand was aching already.

“Fuck yes, Thomas… Keep going, please,” your whines and moans spurred him on, sucking and licking at your clit like his life depended on it. You had never felt pleasure like this before and you were certain you never would again.

You let out a strangled gasp when Tommy shoved his index finger inside of you, continuing to suck on your clit like a man starved. He slipped a second finger inside of you, his fingers working in tandem with his mouth. With his fingers pumping rhythmically and his mouth sucking determinedly, your orgasm ripped through you. Incoherent words and gasps and moans spilled from your mouth as you came all over Tommy’s tongue. He lapped up every last drop, coaxing you through it with praises and groans that sent vibrations through your entire body.

Eventually, Tommy stood, his mouth slick from your juices and his eyes almost feral for you. Your chest heaved, your entire body trembled from the force of the orgasm he had just brought you to.

But Tommy was nowhere near done with you.

And Tommy Shelby got what he wanted.

Almost towering over you now, staring down at you with lust-filled eyes, Tommy continued to pump his two fingers inside of you, curling them just right to reach that sweet spot inside of you once more. “You can handle another one, can’t you?” Tommy murmured into your skin, pressing soft kisses up your neck and across your jawline.

“Tommy,” you whined, clutching at the shoulders of his vest now, the scratchy material bunching up in your fists from the sheer force of how hard you were holding onto him. “It hurts.”

“But it feels good, doesn’t it, love?” Tommy sighed into your ear, his free hand clutching your face.

You nodded. Because fuck, it felt good. Your entire body shook and you felt like you were on fire, but that sensation building up in your lower stomach was Heavenly.

“You’re a good girl, you’re gonna take it,” Tommy shushed you, teasing a third finger at your entrance. “You look so pretty when you cum for me.”

His words, combined with his fingers and their relentless work inside of you was enough to tip you over the edge. You clutched his shirt and let out a strangled moan, feeling yourself about to fall apart once more.

Tommy had one more request to make before you did.

“Look at me,” Tommy ordered, fingers knuckles deep inside of you. You did, lips parted and eyes heavy with desire. His ocean blue eyes met yours, his expression deadly serious, like this was an art form to him.

Your second orgasm in five minutes came rushing, every inch of your body shaking as you chanted Tommy’s name like a forgotten prayer. He continued to finger you through your orgasm, eyes watching you intently, almost intrigued by you and how your body reacted to him.

When the feeling of immense pleasure subsided, Tommy smirked satisfactorily and removed his fingers from your soaked pussy. His fingers were wet with your slick. “Taste yourself,” he ordered. “Taste how fucking sweet you are.”

You took his fingers in your mouth without question, swirling your tongue around them and tasting your own juices. Tommy’s breath actually trembled as he watched you. He used it to his advantage that he had you wrapped around his finger, but in reality, you had him exactly the same way.

“Good girl,” Tommy praised you, removing his fingers from your mouth. “All sweet and innocent. Just for me, isn’t it?”

You nodded, too overwhelmed and overstimulated from his mouth and his fingers to form a coherent sentence.

“Words, sweetheart,” Tommy commanded. “Use your words or I won’t fuck you.”

“Just for you, Tommy,” you breathed, barely louder than a whisper.

“He’s never gonna make you feel like this, is he?” Tommy growled possessively, lips ghosting over yours. “Never gonna make your pretty pussy cum like I do.”

You shook your head. Completely at his mercy.

“Open your mouth,” Tommy ordered, pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb before you even processed the request. You stuck your tongue out before he even asked you to, and when he spat onto your tongue, you gladly closed your mouth. “Swallow,” he told you, still clutching your jaw in his hand. You did as he asked, opening your mouth and showing him the smooth surface of your tongue once more to show him you’d complied.

Tommy groaned. “Such a good little plaything for me, aren’t you, sweetheart? Makes me want to keep you. He doesn’t deserve to have you like this.”

“Tommy, please,” you whimpered, tugging at his shirt, bringing his body closer to yours. You wrapped your still shaking legs around his waist, grinding your naked pussy against his clothed, hard cock. “Need you to fuck me.”

Tommy raised his eyebrows, smirking as he began to undo the buttons of his vest, tossing it away and then beginning to work on his shirt. “Want me to ruin you now, hm?”

“Think you want it just as much,” you argued, eyes raking over Tommy’s now bare chest. Even the faded ink of his tattoos enthralled you.

Your index finger ran over the tattoo on his pec. He watched you admiring him, his eyes still hungry, but something else shimmered behind his blue irises now. Something almost sweet, practically affectionate.

Tommy Shelby was not sweet.

But maybe for you he was willing to be.

You leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss over his chest tattoo. Your mouth acted before your mind did, your teeth softly grazing the skin just above his nipple. You bit him.

Tommy hissed through his teeth in surprise at your action. Though when you looked up at him, he was actually smiling.

You had never seen Thomas Shelby smile before.

Smirk, yes. But never smile.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you liked me, Mr. Shelby,” you smiled sweetly back at him.

“I do like you,” Tommy murmured, resting his forehead against yours, his nose brushing against your cheek. Your hand once again came up to rest on the back of his head, bringing him closer to you. “I like how innocent you are even with all the blood on your hands. I like that you’re about to give this sweet little virgin pussy up to me.”

You heard the clinking of his belt and the rustling of the material of his trousers as Tommy freed his hard cock from his briefs. You stole a glimpse at his length, watching as his strong hand pumped his cock a few times. You were pleasantly surprised. You had no idea a dick could be so pretty.

Tommy’s lips feathered a soft kiss upon your jawline. “I’ll be gentle if you want me to.”

You shook your head. Tommy raised his head from your neck, his traditional Shelby smirk back on his face. “You don’t want me to be gentle?”

“If I wanted gentle, I wouldn’t have come to Tommy Shelby.”

You’d heard stories of the Boogeyman.

And you wanted the fucking Boogeyman.

Tommy tilted his head to the side, his hooded lust-filled eyes never leaving yours. “Whatever you like.”

One of Tommy’s hands gripped your lower back, pulling you as close to him as possible. The other rested on the smooth surface of the wooden desk so hard his knuckles were already turning white, giving himself balance as he shoved himself into you inch by inch.

Your head tilted backwards, mouth open in a breathy moan. You felt lightheaded at the length and the thickness of him, like you could fall backwards, but Tommy was supporting you and wouldn’t let that happen. Your eyes watered, a combination of the pain and the pleasure.

Tommy didn’t move for a moment, allowing you time to adjust to the new sensation of his cock buried inside of you. His eyes met yours, tone deadly serious as he asked, “Feel okay, sweetheart?”

“Feels- Feels good,” you breathed heavily. “Please move.”

Tommy tutted, giving a single shake of his head. He pressed light kisses along your tear-stained cheeks, whispering against your skin, “You’re gonna need to beg better than that.”

“Please,” you whined, pulling his lips down onto yours, moaning against his mouth. “Please fuck me, Thomas.”

Either he was satisfied with just your few seconds of begging, or he was just too impatient to wait. Tommy snapped his hips against yours, reaching an unforgiving, brutal pace, his cock hitting spots inside of you that you didn’t even know existed. His movements drew out every moan, every whimper, every guttural sound from your very soul.

Something animalistic glinted in Tommy’s eyes with every hard thrust. His arm wrapped around your back, supporting you as each roll of his hips forced you further back onto the desk until you were led on your back, splayed across Tommy’s important letters, the savvy businessman side of him overtaken by the primal beast of a man now hovering over you, pounding harder and harder with each passing second.

Your legs were still wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, pushing him as far inside of you as possible. With his now free hands, Tommy pushed your thighs back to allow himself deeper access inside of you. His cock stretched you out painfully, but the pain was delicious. He slotted inside of you perfectly, like you were made to be fucked by him.

Every moan and shriek that left your mouth spurred him on, feeling himself getting closer and closer with each pretty sound you made.

“You feel - fucking - perfect,” Tommy groaned, each word punctuated by another brutal thrust that caused tears to prick at the corners of your eyes.

Tommy’s hand curled around your neck once more, his pace never faltering. “Look at me, pretty girl,” he growled.

When you did, you saw him. Thomas Shelby - leader of the Peaky Blinders - the monster you’d heard stories about.

The monster you used to fear.

The monster stealing your innocence on the desk at which he had drafted countless death threats - smearing your lipstick all over a letter addressed to the man you were set to marry in a few hours.

He had officially fucked every ounce of fear out of you, and replaced it with an inhumane, Unholy dedication.

“Don’t take your eyes off me,” Tommy ordered in what you were sure was his gangster voice - it was hot as fuck. The muscles in his chest and arms flexed with each thrust, he bit down on his bottom lip gently, his brow furrowed with concentration, a bead of sweat running down his temple.

He was fucking gorgeous. You couldn’t even resent him for it.

Your nails scratched at Tommy’s biceps as his thrusts became more sporadic. You could tell he was close based on his movements and the desperate pants leaving his mouth, his hot breath fanning on your cheek.

“I’m close, Tommy,” you cried. “Gonna cum again.”

“Cum for me then, pretty girl. Let me feel it.”

Whatever Tommy wanted, Tommy got.

Your pussy clenched around his cock as you reached your climax. White spots burst across your vision. Your entire body felt like it was on fire and your legs shook. Your third orgasm crashed over you like the sea onto rocks, and with a string of exclcamatorys from his filthy mouth, Tommy’s orgasm followed yours, spilling his cum into your newly fucked-out pussy.

There was silence as the two of you caught your breath. Tommy helped you into a sitting position, his arm around your waist supporting your trembling body.

Tommy opened his mouth to speak.

You got there first.

“Kill him.”

Tommy froze, eyes locked on yours. “Who?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

There was that word again. Should.

You should not have just allowed the man who lusted after your future husband’s blood to lust after you.

You should not have just let Thomas Shelby fill you up with his cum.

You should not have a deadly gangster wrapped around your little finger.

But you did. And you do.

And that’s what made you decide it.

“My husband. Kill him.”

Whatever Tommy wanted, Tommy got.

What he wanted now, more than anything, was you.

And he was going to get it. With just one bullet, a bloodstain on your wedding dress and a glimpse at the merciless monster you’d heard tales of growing up.

And still, you did not fear him.

He was yours now.

Tommy Shelby - your perfect fucking monster.

mentions: porn with plot, cyber criminal!reader, tensionn, tim sliiightly being obsessive? can we say that idk, handjob in public, sorta but not rlly phone sex??, innuendos, sexual fantasies, pathetic!tim my beloved, reader watching this thru cameras, this was lowkey kinda messy, idk what else, NO PT 2 (thank yewwwww asia for helping me come up with this plot ugh ly mama)

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one month and 26 days— that’s how long it’s been since tim drake had heard of you

you were one of the most notorious cybercriminals he has ever faced, often hacking into banks, private corporations, even government servers, and transferring every single cent into your own offshore accounts. 

it wasn’t just robbing you were fond of; it was also red robin— or rather, making his life significantly harder. every secure communications network tim built somehow ended up compromised, a ‘GAME OVER’ popping up on his monitor and reminding him exactly why you were considered one of the most dangerous hackers in the world. and every time tim upgraded his systems, you couldn’t resist seeing how long it would take before you found another weakness

for you, getting under his nerves was entertainment

sure, the money was nice. but the challenge was better. and nothing could compare to the satisfaction of red robin’s face when he discovered you’d gotten in again

he built, you broke, he fixed, you found another way in— an endless cycle that should’ve grown boring years ago. yet somehow, it didn’t

for tim, it was irritating. but he can’t help but play along with this game you always established with him

maybe it was the thrill, the adrenaline that tim felt whenever he faced you. because he was finally facing someone whose intelligence was on par with his, whose mind worked just as quickly as his own. you were someone who could keep with him, who could challenge him— and vice versa

that’s why he knew the details of your crimes better than anyone else in gotham. and that’s why when he finally broke through one of your encryptions and opened your files, his eyes slightly widened from a mugshot he managed to get from the gcpd dated back to a few years ago

it was a standard police photo— harsh lighting, plain background. but even with all that, you were holding the sign and looking straight at the camera like you were bored of it already, with a faint tilt to your head and a small smirk on your lips, a quiet and knowing expression in your eyes. but god, you were beautiful.

 so beautiful tim couldn’t keep his eyes off you. so beautiful that when the thought arrived in his head, he immediately looked away for a second before looking back, not able to control himself. 

but ever since your last fiasco of tapping into wayne enterprises last month, you’ve been gone since. no digital footprints, no mysterious breaches, nothing— and tim hated it, more than he should

because the silence felt wrong, you weren’t the type to disappear for nearly two months, that gotham’s most elusive cybercriminal randomly dropped off the face of the earth. your disappearence was the one thing tim drake kept thinking about, more than he should

from there, he created a file curated completely for you, every single piece of data and information he has about you all stored in one. and the first image popping up every time he would click on the desktop file would be your old mugshot

and soon, tim became obsessed with you— so obsessed that your voice would ring in his mind daily, so obsessed that he would open your file out of habit. so obsessed he would secretly jerk off to your mugshot, quiet moans leaving his lips and eyes stuck on your picture, his hand going up and down his length and whimpers of your name leaving him. anything to get rid of his stress

he knew it was wrong— having an interest in a criminal and having these thoughts of you— and that was the part that didn’t change.  it was disgusting, perverted and shameful. yet every few nights, tim drake would be seated in front of his monitor, one hand gripping the armrest of his chair while the other fucked his cock into his fist

so just imagine his surprise when he heard a voice in his comms that wasn’t barbara’s as he was patrolling around the east end “miss me, red robin?”

a voice too smooth, too amused, too hypnotic. a voice tim drake would recognize anywhere he landed on a rooftop before freezing from the sound of your voice in his ear, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him. “you’re shitting me...” tim murmured under his breath in disbelief, but you still heard it as you chuckled, almost confirming that this wasn’t a dream for him.

tim could basically hear that infuriating, amused smirk from your voice— the same one that he couldn’t help but imagine in his thoughts “aww, so you have” “i didn’t say that” “no, but the file on your computer says otherwise” yeah, tim’s thoughts definitely weren’t playing tricks on him. 

you bit your bottom lip to hide your grin, watching his face turn into silent panic from the security cameras you hacked from nearby buildings. “its cute” you hummed. “didn’t know you had a crush on me. but hey, at least they got my good side in that mugsho-“ “how did you get in there?” tim cut in, his voice slightly sharper than he intended. “it— it should be impossible, you shouldn’t be able to bypass this level of encryption” a small laugh was heard from your end of the comms, a melody that tim secretly missed hearing. “baby, did you forget who you’re talking to?” you purred. god, the pet name rolled from you tongue with such ease it made tim’s breath hitch and his pants feeling slightly tighter— no, no.

“look” he sharply exhaled, wanting to sound more professional and trying to ignore the forming boner in his pants. “what are you doing in the comms? this is a private channel” “just missed talking to my favorite vigilante” “that’s not an answer” “it is if it’s the truth” “how should i know you’re telling the truth?” “same way you already know i am telling the truth” that’s because tim knew you were telling the truth, and you knew. throughout all the time you spent with tim, the two of you knew when the other was lying. it wasn’t that hard

enough was enough. tim landed in an alley not too far from his patrol spot as he immediately began typing on his wrist monitor, trying to pinpoint your location. “im tracking your signal” you switched to another camera nearby. “mm good luck with that”

that hum sent shivers down tim’s spine, squinting his eyes shut for a minute to compose himself before opening them to continue tracking you on his wrist monitor. but of course, you were right as many locations started to pop up everywhere not just in gotham, but in other cities, even countries

through the security cameras, your eyes noticed a very very visible tent in his pants. and to confirm your suspicions, you saw tim turn off his wrist monitor and immediately dart his head down to the painful boner, hearing how his breathing was slowly becoming heavier

the sight of red robin having a boner just from your voice alone made a full grin form on your lips. oh this was going to be so much fun “should i ask why you have my mugshot in your files?” you asked, acting completely oblivious as you turned in your chair before facing back your monitors. “didn’t know you were able to crack through my encryptions” his eyes under his mask were now fully blown, the boner too hard to ignore— pun not intended. “now you know how it feels” tim responded, darting his head back and forth to see if the coast was clear before taking off a glove and slowly sliding a hand in his pants

your jaw slightly dropped as you watched him take his cock out of his pants. you couldn’t see much due to the quality of the camera, but it was enough for you to see how painful his boner must be, not to mention the size— enough for you to almost drool on your keyboard and for a small heat to form between your legs

tim wrapped his hand around his cock and bit his bottom lip to hold back a groan, gulping as his thumb slowly rubbed a circle around his leaking tip. your mugshot flashed in his thoughts, imagining how it would be your tongue instead of his thumb, how it would be your mouth instead of his hand, how your eyes would look up at him all wide with that dangerous look

“fuck” he mouthed to himself with slightly parted lips, fisting his cock as his eyes stayed completely stuck on his hand from under the mask, imagining it was your mouth doing the work instead “you know that doesn’t answer my question” you commented, closing your thighs to satisfy the ache that was forming. “why you have my mugshot” your eyes stayed fixed on the screen with a darkened gaze

“because you’re a — criminal.” tim exhaled a puff of air, holding back a sound as the pace of his hand started to go faster from your voice as he leaned his head back onto the brick wall with lips fully parted, eyes half lidded under the mask “just say you missed me, no big deal” “i— hah— did not, fuck”

liar

“huh… wonder what you used it for, then” you wondered, tapping on your chin as you tilted your head with a small smirk. “my face, plastered on your screen…” tim heard your voice drop with a whisper and god, did it make his cock twitch in his hands. all the memories of jerking off to the thought of you, the soft sounds he'd let out and the faces he'd make when he came--

deep and heavy pants kept leaving his lips, his head lowering to continue staring at his cock and continuing his fantasies of you— on your knees, that mouth of yours he hates filled with his cock and gripping onto his thighs, muffled sounds from you and eyes rolled to the back of your head “you know” you spoke, leaning on your chair with eyes focused on the sight in your monitor. “that mugshot was taken when i was still new to this…. i was stupid enough to leave a trail” a small laugh left your lips, seeing how tim’s cock visibly twitched from your sound

he let out a sigh, gulping down a whimper as his hips started to buckle into his fist. this time, a gasp left his lips and it trailed into a small whine— a sound loud enough for you to hear it

“and here i am, in your comms” god, he genuinely couldn’t focus on what you were talking about. the only thing that man was focused on was your voice and how you would look so good under him, legs around his waist and pussy taking him so well. fuck, you would be so warm and tight

his hips picked up the pace in his fist, a broken moan leaving his lips as whimpers were heard from him, eyes fully closed and just imagining it was you that he was pounding in. his cock started to twitch like crazy, feeling that familiar knot of pleasure on the brink of snapping. the slaps sounds were now in earshot for you to hear, lewd and wet skin slapping in his fist

you licked your lips. “that’s a lot of noises, red robin” 

“mm— what noises?” “wait, am i… making you nervous?” “oh god— oh god, no. fuck no” “you sure? i wouldn’t want to…. distract you from your boring patrols” “shit, shitshitshit— hah— "

too much, it was all too much for him to handle. your voice, the lewd thoughts, all assisting to push him off the edge for his pleasure-- a selfish yet carnal assist

cum started to fill his tight fist, leaking from his knuckles and dripping on his pants, the pavement and the tip of his boots with shameless whimpers leaving tim’s fully parted lips. 

he slowed down his pace, his closed eyes imagining it was your mouth instead of his hand with cum leaking from the corners of your mouth and swallowing it 

his eyes slowly fluttered open, panting as he took in the mess he made. his hand left his cock and opening his palm, cum covering both his cock and hands as a shaky exhale of air left his lips— a sight that made you grin from behind the cameras

“as much as i would love to bother you like the good old times, im afraid i have to go” you leaned forward, already typing on your keyboard to save the entire camera footage from one screen while gaining access to both gotham national bank and an international bank in germany in another

“don’t miss me too much, red.” one last click of a key and every single euro and dollar was now successfully transferred to your account. “oh, and there’s a bathroom stall in a club two blocks away from you” you mentioned with an all-knowing smirk in your voice

tim’s eyes widened in realization and horror. but before he could say anything, it was too late the moment he heard static in his ear piece, your voice nowhere to be heard “—robin? red robin? tim, do you hear me?” the connection with the original channels was back. barbara’s voice ringed through, making tim clear his throat. “yeah, was handling something. lost signal” he lied, quickly pulling his pants up with his clean hand 

barbara was silent, obviously seeing through tim’s excuse but saving it for another day. “well, we have a situation.” barbara’s voice was sharp. “she’s back. and she hacked in both gotham national bank and the KFW bank in germany”

your words rang in tim’s head: “don’t miss me too much, red” 

this wasn’t a random attack, nor was it about the money and the banks. this was a message— an announcement of your return

you were back. and if tim knew you at all, this was only the beginning

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(a/n: got super scared for this but hey, this is not bad ig.. lowkey could have been better... anyway omg guys we're almost done, three more orders left!!)

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everyone knows that deep down the playboy persona, bruce wayne hated galas

i mean, sure. most of them are for fundraisers and charities— which he doesn’t mind at all. but its more specifically at the galas where its nothing but music and gossip that made bruce have this feeling. 

he can choose not to go, but not going would ruin the playboy persona of a billionaire ‘who has nothing to do but drink and talk to ladies’ that he had crafted for years

that is, until he met you— the beautiful, mysterious socialite that has been present in the galas these past few months

bruce knew you, the socialite heir to your family’s fortune and a family that the waynes were acquainted with before the death of thomas and martha wayne. you were well known for not showing up to galas like this and letting another family member go in your favor, which explained why your sudden appearances made bruce slightly surprised-- not just because of your sudden interest at galas, but because of your beauty

everytime he was in a gala and he would spot you, his eyes would never leave you, often trailing his gaze down to admire the v neckline of your dress and the rest of it. 

but it wasn’t just your attire that bruce would lay eyes on, he would also hold eye contact with you— even from across the room, even if he was talking with someone, his eyes wouldn’t leave yours

your eyes were mesmerizing to him— seductive, amused and many emotions all at once. once bruce looked, he couldn’t look away. you and him could be in a room filled with people and his eyes would always meet with yours, only to find out that you were already looking

you would break eye contact by walking away from the crowd and into a dark corner of the gala, temptation trailing behind you that not even the great bruce wayne— who prided himself on self restraint- could resist

that was why whenever he was at a gala, the first person he’d look for would be you. and the first thing he would be looking for was a secluded place in the gala to bend you over

yes, bruce wayne only came to galas just for you-- to meet your lips with his with hunger and push your dress up to rub his clothed boner on your panties. would you say you two were fuck buddies? yes and no… mostly yes

but god, he couldn’t resist. not when you were trying so hard to silence yourself by biting your bottom lip or muffling them with bruce’s large hand covering your mouth, feeling how good his fat cock felt in your tight pussy. not when your lip stick was smudged all over your lips— and even catching on bruce— and looking at him with pleading, blown out eyes— all because of one simple eye contact between you two

tonight was an example. the golden lights shone from the chandelier with music playing and people chatting, a flute in their hands that was filled up to the brim with champagne. 

bruce was like no other, talking and politely laughing at some random boring joke from an investor while trying not to yawn of boredom. but his attention was soon caught when he saw you looking across at him, leaning on a wall with your own glass of champagne at hand and the look on your eyes that he couldn’t refuse

once you held eye contact, you smiled at him with an all knowing look before pushing yourself off the wall and slowly walking out of the party to another part of the venue

bruce turned back and politely excused himself with a smile, taking one last sip of his champagne before placing it on a waiter’s tray without looking back, his sights and attention all on you as he adjusted the cuff of his tuxedo

both of you were away from the dazzling atmosphere of the gala, the laughs and voices now muffled and faint. you two were far enough that no one would hear, but close enough that either of you could slip back inside, looking perfectly composed

bruce caught up with you, now walking alongside you. “mr wayne” you greeted, your voice velvet. bruce greeted you back, his eyes on the path yet his mind was already dizzy from your perfume

he knew how this game worked— how you would slow your pace just enough for him to notice the slit of your dress against your tight, how the subtle tilt of your smile meant trouble, how you enjoyed watching his restraing unravel piece by piece— and god, did it unravel fast around you

“you disappeared on me last week” bruce spoke, his voice low as he remembered last week’s gala— where he only came just for you, only to find out you left before he could even meet up with you privately

you just hummed. “did i?” you asked with slight amusement and a small tilt of your head, eyes on the marble path beneath you and bruce. 

“you left before i could find you” “that sounds dramatic; i didn’t realize bruce wayne was looking so hard”

that was when he finally looked at you, only to see your amused eyes already on his and feeling that familiar heat settling heavily in his chest— immediate and consuming. it was ridiculous how quickly you affected him, how he could spend hours getting shot and stabbed as batman without losing focus— yet one look from you and his thoughts turned filthy

“you wore this dress for me” bruce murmured, stepping closer while he walked— enough for his knuckles to brush yours. that made a soft laugh leave your lips.

 “you think everything’s about you” “yet you make it very hard not to think that”

he was right, you did wear this dress for him. and lying to him did nothing but confirm his suspicions

both of you reached the end of the corridor as your heels slowed down before finally stopping outside an ornate private restroom reserved for vip guests-- weird thing to reserve but this is the rich we’re talking about

but it was secluded and hidden in a corridor where no one would think to come. it was perfect, of course you’d picked it already

you turned, eyes flickering toward him. “coming, mr wayne?” a simple invitation that bruce nearly lost his mind at the sound of it as both of you slipped inside the bathroom, bruce locking the door without hesitation the second it closed behind him with the click echoing sharply through the marble bathroom

you set your champagne down beside the sink, turning to the mirror and pretending to be calm while checking your mirror. all while bruce watched you from behind. 

god, were you a sight

the curve of your back, the slit of your dress exposing your leg, the jewerly glittering against your throat, the lipstick neatly swiped on your lips— this man was looking at you the way starving men looked at food

from the reflection, your eyes darted to his as you held back a smirk from his gaze. “you’ve been staring at me all night” you commented quietly “you’ve been staring back” bruce’s response sounded low, almost restrained. it was hard to hold a simple conversation with you when all he wanted to do right now was press your body against his your smile deepened, making you slowly turn around to properly face him as you leaned back on the sink. “maybe i wanted attention” your voice dropped to an all-knowing octave, making bruce exahle slowly through his nose.

you were a dangerous woman and he knew what would happen if he meddled with someone like you. did it stop him though? fuck no bruce stepped forward until there was barely space between you, making your back press against the sink as you didn’t let go of eye contact. if he thought your perfume was tantalizing before, it was worse upclose— sweet, expensive and intoxicating enough to fog his head even more

your eyes flickered briefly from his gaze to his lips before returning them back to his eyes. his hand settled beside your waist against the edge of the sink. “its funny” he spoke softly. “in there, people think im charming” “they’re wrong?” “they dont realize how close i am to dragging you somewhere private everytime you look at me” that made your breath hitch almost silently. and of course, bruce noticed— he noticed everything about you— the way your fingers tightened around the railing, the slight press of your thighs together, the pulse fluttering in your throat

and as if the cherry on top, you smiled innocently from his words. “then what’s stopping you?”

that was his last straw, because bruce’s hand that was originally beside your waist slid there instantly to pull you flush against. a quiet gasp escaped your lips as his other hand came up beneath your chin “you keep testing me” “maybe i like seeing you lose control” from there, that was enough for bruce wayne to snap as you barely had time to inhale before his lips crashed against yours— hungry, possessive, weeks of tension and stolen looks poured into the kiss all at once

you immediately kissed him back, lipstick smearing against his mouth as your hands gripped the lapels of his suit. his lips were deep and rough, enough to leave you breathless within seconds. and the worst part? he still had restraint— even now

even when your body was pressed against his, even when your soft soft sounds were disappearing into his mouth, bruce was still controlling himself with frightening precision

you felt his thumb brush against your jaw. “tell me to stop” he whispered against your lips, making you whisper back. “don’t you dare” you kissed him back harder, making bruce let out a low sound that was mixed with both a groan and a curse

he bit your bottom lip, immediately sliding his tongue in between your lips and taking the lead. it made you sigh, closing your eyes and feeling your stomach turn in anticipation

you could feel how the self-restraint was slipping little by little from underneath his armani tux. it was funny, really— how you were the reason why bruce wayne would disappear from galas and leave everyone wondering where he was

oh well, they can stay wondering

his hand slid to fully hold your waist, picking you up and sitting you down on the sink without breaking apart from your lips, knocking the your champagne glass out and swallowing the small gasp you let out. he felt your hand place itself in the back of his head while the other was lazily wrapped around his arm “you have no idea what you do to me“ bruce murmured on your lips, one hand trailing low to push up the ends of your skirt up to your waist while the other went to unbuckle his belt. “the only person valuable of my time in these galas”

he broke the kiss, only to trail down a path of kisses down your chest and push the fabric aside with his teeth. the faint color of your lipstick was everywhere on your chest. 

the moment he noticed you weren’t wearing a bra and saw your boobs immediately made him sharply inhale before placing his mouth on one of your boobs

a moan left your lips, smeared with lipstick and saliva as you knocked your head back and lay it on the mirror behind you. his tongue was circling around your hardened nipples before immediately sucking them.

“bruce, o-oh” your breath hitched, feeling one hand coming to give attention to your other boob by squeezing and fondling with it. you were about to close your thighs together to satisfy the increasing heat in between your legs before bruce’s other hand took ahold

“keep them open for me”

his mouth let go of your boob with a pop, your nipples now red as he came back to get one more taste of your lips like an addiction. both of your hands came up to cup his face, kissing him sloppily before lowering your hands to the collar of his suit as they untied the bow and unbuttoned the collars

noticing how your hands were pushing his jacket away, bruce took it off without breaking the kiss, throwing it somewhere on the marbled bathroom floors and feeling your hands unbutton more and more of his buttons

it was funny. a venue as prestigious and elegant now being the host for an act of sin

once you unbuttoned the fourth button and got a good view of his toned and scarred chest, you trailed your lips down to his neck, a low groan leaving bruce as lipstick marks were now being planted not just on his neck, but on his chest

he squeezed your boob, making you moan on his chest. you let your lips go from his chest, admiring your pigmented mess before bruce’s hand let go of your boob to tilt your chin up to face him— a gentle gesture despite his passionate start of the night

ironic because his blue eyes darkened the moment he took you in— lipstick smeared all over your lips, cheeks slightly flushed, eyes half lidded with lust. god, you were beautiful in the most devastating way— and he couldn’t get enough 

bruce brought your lips to his, his free hand springing his cock out— big, painfully hard and already leaking with pre-cum. you moaned his name when you felt him slide your panties down and throw them to the side, the fabric already wet from your arousal 

once he lined up his cock with your pussy and felt your arousal just by tracing your entrance with his tip, a groan left his lips. “fuck” his adam’s apple bobbed and his eyes darkened even more

both of his hands spread your legs apart and pinned them on the edges of the skin, steadily gripping your thighs.

when bruce went to meet your lips, it was soft compared to the rough ones he previously gave you, his own way of reassuring you and telling you if you need him to stop, tell him

and the moment he started to push his length in, both you and bruce swallowed moans from each other due to the stretch. “fuck, i missed her” bruce whispered, breaking the kiss to lay his forehead on yours. he wanted to see you take every inch of him perfectly, just as you always did “b-big… oh shit” you bit your bottom lip to hold back your moans, eyes slightly widening and eyebrows furrowed. “you can take it” he murmured. “you always have” the more his cock filled up the space in your pussy, the more your back arched and your breath was hitched. everytime you took him, it always felt like the first time from how big he was

“that’s it, sweetheart” bruce whispered, pecking kisses in the crook of your neck to muffle his groans under your skin as his full length was almost in. “thaaat’s it, squeezin’ me cause you’re made for it” this man felt dizzy from how tight and eager your pussy was in taking him, clenching him in and refusing to let go god, your pussy felt absolutely divine. so divine that his fist can’t live up to the real deal whenever he’d jerk off from the thought of you

once he was fully in, your warm walls was squeezing every inch anf every vein of his cock, making him bite your neck to keep himself from letting out loud sounds that anyone might hear

“bruce” you whispered with a whine, wanting him to move. and you didn’t have to hint at it twice

one slow, deep drag of his cock and it made your hands under his shirt claw his back with a silent gasp. another drag made your hips almost jerk back. and another made you let out a loud moan bruce had to close your lips with his to swallow your heavenly sounds “careful” he reminded you with a murmur before slowly breaking the kiss and leaning his forehead back onto yours, both of you panting and eyes locked with one another, unraveling the gazes you two gave each other

his thrusts started to speed up without losing its depth, filling up your pussy and feeling his balls slap on your cunt. you couldn’t hold back your sounds as it got harder and harder to do so when bruce fucking wayne was pounding you into oblivion

pulling him by the collar, you pressed your lips on his to make sure your sounds were muffled, arching your back so that it touched the faucet.  bruce let out a deep grunt as his unbuckled belt hanging from his pants kept hitting the lower rim of the sink, small clinking sounds being heard. but god, you two couldn’t care less

“she missed me so much, i can— shit— feel how tight she is”

“that’s my girl, thaaaat’s it”

“gonna leave you walkin’ out with cum stuffed in that cunt” “yeah? you want that? let me hear you, baby” you couldn’t take it anymore. the way he was whispering filthy things to your lips, the way his large, strong hands were effortlessly keeping your legs and hiips still, the way each thrust of his cock was just as good as the other, it made that familiar knot slowly form “im gonna— oh fuck, bruce im gonna cum” you whispered on his lips, his mushroom tip repeatedly hitting your cervix at such a pace it made your walls slowly clench up and throb all over him again like butterflies. “i’ve got you” he broke the kiss, one hand coming up to hold your jaw in place so your eyes wont leave his. “give it to me, sweetheart. wanna feel you clench all over my cock when you cum” since he asked so nicely, he shall receive. because your orgasm was so intense it hit you like a freight train, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and lips fully parted, ready to let out sounds before bruce clasped them with his and immediately sliding his tongue in

“oh god, fuck— oh my god” you kept murmuring on his lips, his thrusts now sounding lewd and wet as the sounds bounced all over the elegant tiles. but bruce was too focused on how your walls were sucking him in tight that he couldn’t give a shit anymore if people heard you two one last deep thrust of his hips and cum started shooting out from his cock, a deep groan leaving bruce’s lips as his hips slowed down its pace but was still deep enough to stuff his thick cum in you. “take it all” he grunted “every drop— fuck”

the warm, thick feeling of bruce’s cum coating your puffy walls made your jaw slightly drop, small pants leaving your lips as you broke the kiss and knocked your head back, pushing your hips more to his with a small hum

small drops of your mixed cums started to fall on the edges of sink, dripping down to the floor from the sheer amount of cum bruce let out during his orgasm as he kept rocking his hips back and forth with yours

one last thrust of his hips and bruce finally stopped, both of you meeting each other’s eyes with satisfied pleasure and a look that none of you can’t describe

slowly, bruce pulls his cock out with a sigh as it was coated with both his cum and yours. 

but right where he thought it was down, your hand went down to his cock and slowly moved it up its slick length. just by feeling your soft and manicured hand made bruce let out a moan, feeling his cock slowly get hard again as he watched you get down from the sink

his half lidded eyes watched you get on your knees and take your hand off, bringing it to your mouth and licking the residue off. that alone made bruce take a hand to your chin to open it while the other held your head still. “gonna clean me up right, aren’t you?” meanwhile, some of the guests at the gala noticed bruce’s long absence were confused as to where he went. “have you seen bruce wayne?” “no i haven’t. in fact, he’s been disappearing these past few months”

“i heard after his visit to ibiza, he caught a stomach bug”

“oh dear, i hope he’s alright”

if only they knew

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