#qks

(several kisses for you, mwah mwah mwah, sweetheart behaviour)

There were bored. That's why they did it. Because god forbid they would ever spend a certain amount of time not being entertained. But also maybe out of spite.

Spite could also seem right. Right as anything could seem with your knees pressed against your chest, Remy's lean cock drilling into your hole, refusing to let up on the brutal pace.

"Do you loooove him?" Wren asked in a sing song voice above you, his own cock lodged in your throat, his calloused thumb rubbing against your nipples, teased into sore puffiness.

You whined pathetically around his cock. It throbbed in response and Wren smirked down at you, Remy ignoring you both as he huffed shallowly under his breath, fingernails digging into your thighs.

"You don't seem to be into your boyfriend, whats his face." Wren hummed thoughtfully, his other hand drifting upwards to cup your chin, pressing your nose into his full balls and your chin into his pubes. "Not with all those slutty sounds. Rem, do they feel like they're into their man?"

"Not particularly." Remy grunted, slipping one hand from your leg down to your hole, pressing his thumb in alongside his cock, the wet slap of his thrusts getting louder and more lewd.

"Oh baby. Don't say you're dating a loser to get back at us. The cow thing was temporary!" Wren bit his lip, picking up his own pace, thrusting deeper into your mouth, precum oozing into your throat.

I made a part of the song No exit :D

Batfam (your pick) + jealousy + cuckold

You shouldn't have gotten married. You knew what he'd been through, what he lost, you knew it all. But you still... Well, when your husband asked, you said yes. You told Bruce and it was like watching the shutters come down over his eyes.

There you went. Yet another ex. Things weren't always easy with Bruce, even if you did feel seen with him, unlike any other. It's... What's making you a bad spouse.

The dinner party continued in the other room, your husband playfully answering Bruce's kid's sullen questions, your family chatting easily with the friends you invited over. And you were down the hall, in the kitchen, your leg hiked up over the crook of Bruce's elbow, your other foot dangling, barely touching the floor. He took on all of your weight, his thick forearm pressing against your lower back to push you up against his body, thick cock pressed deep inside of you. Worst of all, he was going slow. The tedious drag of his erection slowly pressing in and out of you, while his mouth stayed pressed against your neck, lips parted enough to feel his hot, damp breath against our skin. If it was a few months prior, if it was just you two, he'd be sucking gently on your neck, with a brutal pace to his hips, deeper and deeper into you.

But now, he was just holding you tightly, bodies pressed against each other, with you stifling your noises in the shoulder of his pressed white shirt. He was so big, so good, so all encompassing that you were drowning in him, in pleasure, tears pricking your eyes as he refused to speed up.

"Bruce, plea-" You tried to mumble but he just pressed into you deeper, hitting something sensitive inside of you.

"Not until you promise that you won't go." It's the most raw you ever heard him. The most selfish you ever heard him. "You'll make it clear where you are if you want, who you're with, I don't care. Keep coming back."

His blunt nails dug into your skin.

"F-Fine! Yes, god, please-"

His lips twitched into a crooked smile against your shoulder and Bruce pressed you against the counter top, pace kicking up. Giving you permission to cum all over his cock finally.

written with amab reader, but if you wanted bailey as the feminized, send in a new one!

This was... Awful. You had done Mickey a favour by getting into Bailey's computer but somehow he must have found out. That's the reason you woke up and all your clothes were gone, replaced by... Girl clothes. You were forced to head downstairs to his office in a skirt and a blouse that was far too tight. He just smirked at the sight of you. Threats were made, rent going up for you and Robin, hunting down Mickey... Just a list of of things that made your stomach curdle... Unless you did something for him. Just something for the next time you let another brat look at what they shouldn't be.

You could only whimper as Bailey continued to force his cock deeper into your ass, his camera tilted to get the perfect upskirt picture of your soft cock, slowly hardening, as his stretched you out.

"The next time he takes a look, all he'll get is an eyeful of you boypussy enjoying my cock."

You whimpered, the skirt lifting further up as your cock began to fully harden, weeping a bit of the tip.

Bailey just continued his ruinous thrusting, reaching down to grip your poor balls tightly in his grip, his grin imprinting on your shoulder.

He's the nice one. He's the sweet one. Rescues puppies and helps homeless kids. He's unofficially Bruce's favourite and officially one of the most well regarded of the riffraff the Billionaire brought into his home. He wouldn't do this. Not him. Jason? Maybe. Steph if desperate. Not him.

Biting the condom packet between his teeth, one hand in his bedside drawer, ruffling around before finding what he was looking for, a little box of sewing needles. Usually used when you helped him stitch up his suit.

Dick felt... Dirty. Shaking free a single pin and taking the condom from his teeth. He was playing dirty. He liked a fair fight and he wasn't doing that with you. It was exhilarating. Stomach twisting into knots, but slowly roiling with heat, as he adjusted his grip on the pin and slowly began to puncture the foil, holding it up to the light every now and then just to make sure there were enough. Enough to make sure you also didn't go. But also the thought of stuffing you with cum, finally able to go in raw... Fuck.

Getting you into bed is always easy. Flash a smirk, a slow drag of his fingers against your lower back, a bit of nosing along your throat before biting down on your skin. You didn't even seem surprised by the prepared condom he eagerly took out from his back pocket. Guess you were both sluts for each other, ready to be bent over around any corner of his apartment in Bludhaven.

You always eagerly let him in, watching as he rolled the condom down his fat cock, pressing the head against your hole and gazing as it swallowed it so easily. Jesus, you were the one person that made him feel downright debauched. Made him wonder about doing things he never had wanted to with his previous partners. Was it because of your past? The life you used to live as someone on the opposite side of the law to him, now tamed? By the way you bit his lips and scratched his back as he repeatedly fucked into you, that could be it. Maybe that's what made him.. Into whatever the fuck he became around you.

That's probably why he was desperately hoping, as he took every bite and lick from you, that the condom wouldn't just leak as he came. He hoped it would fucking split, bunch around his base, and you'd feel the entirety of his length, raw, in your poor hole. You'd feel him and you'd beg for him to cum, despite what it meant for you both.

God, what had you turned him into?

You should stop. You should. But you couldn't. Tears streamed freely down your face, slipping into your mouth and joining the already salty mess in your mouth, diluting the cum staining your tongue. The ones that didn't go into your mouth were greedily lapped up by Whitney's hot tongue, leaving streaks of saliva behind as he continued to ruin your ass, refusing to slow down his harsh thrusts into you.

You had already been crying from his bullying, making your day at school fucking terrible, having walked home sniffling and rubbing your eyes. Then you were grabbed and pushed into an alleyway, by none other than Whitney himself. He smirked down at you, his teeth glinting in the light before pining you down.

His taunts and name calling had trickled into groans and swearing, making sure to thrust deeper and deeper into you, hitting parts inside of you that were so sensitive you couldn't help but to cry out. Then it was the overstimulation. You already had cum twice but Whitney refused to let up, even after he joined you shortly after. When he wasn't fucking into you like a beast, he was waiting for his cock to get hard again, his fingers roughly curling inside of you. Your rim was so puffy and sore, but stayed stupidly sensitive, drooling around his cock and fingers, dripping down to his balls and leaving stains on his trousers.

"Fuck. Fuck! Keep squealing." He grunted, pulling back to look at you, taking in your teary, drooling face.

He leaned down again, licking up a fresh tear that trickled down your face.

He was enjoying this. The thought hit you suddenly, and for some reason, it made you shiver.

You'd known this man for just a short time, and it had been... Hard to get a proper read on the man. At first, a man bent on saving the Tieflings, then get rid of the shadow curse, and save Oliver and Thaniel. But when his duty stopped keeping him up at night, had him relaxing, even with the Mindflayer problem lurking.

He wasn't as stubborn, as narrow sighted as he was, now following along with the group, wanting to help as you helped him. But now? There was a playfulness you hadn't seen since the Tiefling Party, when you drunkenly asked him your questions and his mouth slowly tilted into a smirk as he watched you. It had taken you by surprise, even in your drunken state and it had given you a dizzy feeling.

The one you were getting again now. Halsin at your back, his big arms winding around you, his hand tucked into your trousers, beneath your armor. You could feel his hot breath brushing against your shoulder, as his fingers teased you slowly. Just one tucked inside of you was already snug. He was just... So fucking Big. Forget Orc in his bloodlines, more like a Goliath that some brave Druid climbed like a tree.

"Relax yourself." Halsin's chest rumbled against your back, hunching over your to properly whisper into your ear, enjoying the way you desperately rocked on the single finger stretching you and his hot breath making you shiver.

Sydney was taking his schooling so seriously. At least at the church. He had been doing so well, so when he did finally tell you that he had taken on a higher role within the church, you were incredibly proud of him.

But the next time you two met, it was strange. He was in a daze. And he wanted to show you something he watched Jordan do...

Slap! You let out a pained whine, your ass stinging badly as his hand made contact again. Sydney hushed you gently, even as he slowly dragged his nails over your sore skin.

"It makes you purer. Jordan showed me in the Temple." He murmured, voice thick with something you'd never heard from him before. But before you could ruminate on it, he brought down his hand again. Slap! Slap!

You gave another throaty wail, wriggling in discomfort, unable to feel the hardness pressed against your thigh. You could only hear Sydney's heavy breathing, mixed in with a few words of prayer.