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littleprinces · 18 days

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"The Night of Passion ft IVE Liz"

T: Anal, Creampie, Slavery, Buttplug, Degradation Kink, Not Idol Liz

The night was dark, and the music was loud. The club was packed with people, all dancing to the rhythmic beats. I scanned the room, looking for someone who caught my eye. That's when I saw her. Liz. She was standing by the bar, sipping on a drink. She had long, wavy blonde hair, piercing green eyes, and curves in all the right places. I couldn't help but be drawn to her.

I made my way over to the bar, ordering a drink as I tried to think of a way to approach her. As I sipped on my whiskey, I noticed her gaze lingering on me. I took the opportunity and approached her, trying to think of a smooth line.

"Hey, I noticed you from across the room. You seem like the kind of girl who'd be up for a little adventure," I said, flashing her a charming smile.

She looked at me for a moment, her green eyes full of curiosity. "Is that so? What kind of adventure did you have in mind?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

I leaned in close, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, "I was thinking something a bit more...private. Are you interested?"

Liz gave me a sultry smile and nodded, her eyes full of excitement. We made our way out of the club and into the cool night air. I led her to my car, where I had a surprise waiting for her.

"I thought we could have some fun in here," I said, opening the trunk to reveal a collection of toys and props.

Liz's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing with heat. "I've never done anything like this before," she admitted, biting her lip.

I reached into the trunk, pulling out a set of anal beads and a buttplug. "Well, there's a first time for everything," I said, handing them to her. "Why don't you try these on for size?"

Liz hesitantly took the items from me, examining them with a curious expression. I could tell she was nervous, but I knew we were going to have a good time.

I reached for the vibrator, pressing the button to bring it to life. "Now, let's get started. I'm going to fuck your pussy with this while you play with your ass," I said, sliding the vibrator inside of her.

Liz moaned softly, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensation. I watched her intently, my cock throbbing with anticipation.

"Now, take the anal beads and insert them one by one," I instructed, watching as she slowly pushed the beads into her tight ass.

Liz's breathing became ragged, her body trembling with pleasure. "Oh god, that feels so good," she whispered, her eyes locked on mine.

I grabbed the buttplug, lubing it up before pushing it into her ass. "And now, let's add this little toy to the mix," I said, watching as it disappeared inside of her.

Liz moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Oh fuck, that's so intense," she gasped, her body writhing in ecstasy.

I reached for the BDSM gear, attaching a leather collar around her neck. "Now, let's take this to the next level," I said, my voice low and commanding.

Liz looked up at me, her eyes full of trust and desire. "Yes, Sir," she said, her voice soft and submissive.

I led her back to my car, where I had set up a makeshift sex dungeon. I strapped her to the bed, her arms and legs spread wide. I took a moment to admire her body, my cock throbbing with anticipation.

"Now, let's get to work," I said, reaching for the anal beads and buttplug.

Liz moaned loudly as I removed the toys from her ass, her body trembling with pleasure. I slid my cock into her tight pussy, fucking her hard and fast.

"Yes, fuck me, Sir. Harder, deeper," Liz begged, her voice hoarse with desire

"Fuck liz, you are so dirty slut, you are gonna be my pet" i moan softly

"Yes Sir, fuck me, claim this dirty slut as yours" Liz moan harder

I gripped her hips tightly, pounding into her with all my might. "You like that, don't you? You like it when I fuck you hard," I growled, my voice full of lust.

Liz moaned loudly, her body shaking with pleasure. "Oh god, yes, fuck me harder," she gasped, her eyes locked on mine.

I reached down, grabbing her legs and pulling them up to her chest. I plunged my cock deep inside of her, fucking her with reckless abandon.

"Yeah, that's it. Take my cock like the dirty little slut you are," I said, my voice full of lust.

Liz moaned loudly, her body trembling with pleasure. "Oh god, yes, fuck me like that, Sir," she gasped, her eyes locked on mine.

I reached down, grabbing her clit and rubbing it roughly. "Are you ready to cum, you little slut? Are you ready to cum all over my cock?" I growled, my voice full of lust.

Liz moaned loudly, her body trembling with pleasure. "Oh fuck, yes, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum all over your cock, Sir," she gasped, her eyes locked on mine.

I could feel her pussy clenching tightly around my cock, her orgasm ripping through her body like wildfire. I fucked her hard and deep, my own orgasm building inside of me.

"Yeah, that's it. Cum for me, you little slut. Cum all over my cock," I growled, my voice full of lust.

Liz moaned loudly, her body trembling with pleasure as she came hard. I pumped my cock deep inside of her, my own orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave.

I pulled out of her, cum shooting out of my cock and splattering all over her pussy. "Yeah, that's it. Cum all over my little slut," I growled, my voice hoarse with lust.

Liz moaned loudly, her body trembling with pleasure as my cum dripped down her pussy and onto the bed.

"God, that was so intense," she whispered, her eyes locked on mine.

I smiled, my cock still throbbing with desire. "I told you we were going to have a good time," I said, my voice low and commanding.

Liz smiled, her eyes full of satisfaction. "Yes, Sir. You definitely delivered," she said, her voice soft and submissive.

I reached for the anal beads and buttplug, attaching them to my cock. "Now, let's see how you like it when I fuck your ass," I said, my voice full of lust.

Liz moaned softly, her eyes full of desire. "Yes, Sir. I want to feel your cock in my ass," she whispered, her voice hoarse with lust.

I positioned myself behind her, my cock ready to penetrate her tight ass. I pressed the head of my cock against her asshole, slowly pushing my way inside.

"Oh fuck, that's so intense," Liz gasped, her body trembling with pleasure.

Liz moaned loudly, her body trembling with pleasure. "Oh god, yes, fuck me in the ass, Sir," she gasped, her eyes locked on mine.

I gripped her hips tightly, fucking her ass with reckless abandon. "Yeah, that's it. Take my cock in your ass, you little slut," I growled, my voice full of lust.

I reached down, grabbing her clit and rubbing it roughly. "Are you ready to cum again, you little slut? Are you ready to cum all over my cock?" I growled, my voice hoarse with lust.

Liz moaned loudly, her body trembling with pleasure. "Oh fuck, yes, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum all over your cock, Sir," she gasped, her eyes locked on mine.

I pulled out of her, cum shooting out of my cock and splattering all over her ass. "Yeah, that's it. Cum all over my little slut," I growled, my voice hoarse with lust.

Liz moaned loudly, her body trembling with pleasure as my cum dripped down her ass and onto the bed.

And the night will be so long for us

#ive smut #liz smut #girl group smut #kpop x reader #female idol smut

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everyfandomever · 2 years

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i need to call my doctor and dentist :/

#i have to wait until monday for my dentist bc they are closed most fridays #i have a chipped filling (is that possible?) and am still missing part of my molar #its a cavity but like it scared the shit out of me when i felt it #thought i lost like half my tooth #more like an eighth maybe? still a lot but it can be fixed #my doctor on the other hand is open and ughhhhh #for the past year our insurance switched their our of area provider or whatever and all of my bills are fucked up #so i need to try to take care of that again #and im finally going to get this weird rash/discoloration i have on both my legs checked #and probably get blood drawn again #never got my results from may so idk if i really need it done but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#oh and i need to check my check up time for the dentist #it coincides with the last day of cat watching so i need to know like if i gotta get up real early #vex spits out random shit #as an after thought #ive written this post bc i cannot sleep so i need something to do

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ilycosy · 5 months

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❝ DO YOU MIND ? ❞ | LUKE CASTELLAN

pairing : luke castellan x child of calliope!reader

summary — being the child of the mother of all muses, you're used to affections. boys and girls flock to you like you're a sweet, lovely thing, but they soon drop it when they realize that you're nothing like a muse. what happens if the camps precious, golden boy starts talking to you?

warnings : reader is a little toxic under their politeness, reader is also described to be feminine but there's no specific prns! luke is also kind of obsessive? he wants reader so bad.. not proofread (that's for babies /j)

aﾉn — i haven't written in a long time so bare with me, nor have i written for the pjo fandom ever (though ive been in it for a while..) this is also vv self indulgent (daughter of calliope here <3) so sorry if this isn't relatable ♡ lowercase intentional :)

being the child of the mother of muses has always been annoying— you've never had a break to just be. whether it be people chasing after you, or people who envy the attention you attract. there was always something, which you resented extremely.

if people were asked about you, they'd have only good things to say. you're beautiful, lovely, polite; but not a muse. it sometimes got annoying that it mattered so much to people, having others constantly talk about how you were never romantic.

you seemed to be uncomfortable with it at the very least, very few felt the resentment you held for love. those few could never confirm it though, having you reassure them that you're just a private person. ("there's no need for grand things, dear. i love you without such things." you'd say, through gritted teeth.) which is what might have drew luke castellan to you.

he saw through the politeness, observing you almost ever since you got claimed. he can picture when you got claimed, your embarrassed smile when an apollo girl had written a song for you. publicly performing it, you had lit up; literally. you were fifteen then— nothings changed in these past years.

luke can't remember all the times you've been confessed to, having songs, poems, even paintings done of you for your affection. but he can remember all the times he watched your facade crack; the way your smile stretched too wide to be real, your eyes dimming when you realized it was just another confession, or how you seemed to never interact with aphrodite boys anymore.

he finds it amusing mostly, how could such a pretty thing resent something people would kill for? either way, he finds himself being drawn in like you're a siren. the way your eyes darken at the mention of your mother, how you reapply gloss whenever you're nervous— he could go on really.

"are you going to eat that?" he finds himself asking you before he can stop himself, pointing at the yogurt bowl right next to your plate. he has half a mind to make sure he doesn't clam up when you look up at him, fluttering your lashes.

you gently push the bowl towards him, continuing on your morning like the best swordsman in the camp isn't talking to you. he pauses for a moment, licking his lips as he thinks of a reason to prolong this conversation.

fate seems to be on his side though— his brother, chris, being to busy talking to clarisse to even glance his way. he sits down, looking across from you as he eats the yogurt. he almost forgets that staring is rude.

"do you mind?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at him as you take a bite out of your crossiant. somewhat annoyed by the curly haired boy, your leg bounces steadily. "do i mind what?" he asks, like he's stupid— for some reason, you can't help but let your annoyance take over.

"why are you here," you start, pointing at the empty table. void of friends, you always sit alone until somebody claims they're in love with you. "you usually sit with your brothers and annabeth."

he shrugs at your questioning, not being able to find it in himself to hold back a teasing remark. "you know where i usually sit?" he asks with a small small, but the glint in his eyes show a certain smugness that gets under your skin.

you smile back at him, stretched too far and there's a bite in your voice hidden under honeyed words. "bye castellan," you croon sweetly. "hope you find your way back to your seat!" is all you give him, a morsel of fake attention that sends him reeling.

the next day, you wake up a bit later than normal. rising from your bunk around nine means you've missed breakfast, a deep feeling of anger surges through your core in a flash before you stretch and get dressed for the day.

when you leave the hermes cabin, you're stopped by a familiar figure. tall, brown hair, and a stupid smug grin. "hey angel," luke almost sings with how pleased he sounds with himself. "i have a presant!"

he reveals a crossiant and cold coffee, the faint warmth of the once fresh crossiant eases the deep feeling in your core even more though the coffee makes you want to vomit. "i don't like coffee." you state, taking a bite of the baked good. "but thank you, castellan."

he barely has time to respond with a you're welcome or an im sorry before you're smiling, too wide for his liking, and walking away. he debates following you, trying to talk to you like he's desperate for a friend. but he decides against it, wondering how to keep a conversation going with somebody that hates being sought after.

a week passes of the same routine— luke catching you at odd moments during the day, offering you little things to keep you around for a moment longer. you find it annoying, but keep a pleasant attitude anyways, it certainly helps that he's not bad to look at.

a small rumor spreads through camp, luke castellan having a crush. it barely takes the day for people to speculate that it's you.

it almost disappoints you, not having expected the camps favorite to fall so easily— doesn't he have any other girls? you debate on telling him that you're not open for relationships right now, having been in so many already, you could very easily blame any one of your exes.

but you don't have the chance to reject him the next time you see him because he's talking already, smiling at you like you'd fall so easily. "do you wanna help plan an activity with me?" he asks, offering you a delicious smelling tea.

"why would you want me to do that?" you question him, almost allowing yourself to have a genuine lazy smile but you just force a docile confused tilt. you sip on the tea, the once tart raspberries are now sweet in the tea mixing with a hibiscus flavor.

you're too busy drinking to notice him begin talking, he's mid laugh when you tune in. "— maybe you could help with setting up the theater?" he suggests, you pretend like you know how you got into a full conversation with him by subtly trying to exit it.

"why not have the apollo counselor help?" you say sweetly, setting the tea down and turning your full attention onto him. he feels sick to his stomach at how you look at him, soft features with a sugared tone. your eyes look at him like he's below you, like he's a nuisance, and for some reason that might be his favorite part.

he searches your face for a moment, glancing at your cold eyes before he chuckles. "maybe i want to spend time with you," he smiles like a cat, curling on his face with a pride that shouldn't make you as heated as it does. "i think you want to spend time with me too, yeah?"

you almost roll your eyes at his suggestion, but unable to squeeze out of this one without being mean, you agree to help him.

it only takes a couple weeks to fix up the theater due to the lack of counselors wanting to help, so it's safe for the younger kids to have a play— after that, it's back to the apollo children to plan. you sit back on the stage floor, sipping on a water bottle as you bask in the cold dusk breeze. "do you mind?"

a voice speaks from behind you, rasping slightly. you don't even have to look to know who it is, "no, castellan." you say, because you can't think of a reason for why you would mind.

luke sits himself down next to you, his knee brushing yours as he looks down at your water with a stare that could only be described at halfway pathetic and endearing. "here," you say, handing him the bottle. "i don't need you to die of dehydration on me."

he takes it gratefully, drinking it almost empty in three big gulps that make you roll your eyes with a small scoff. "did you just scoff?" he questions, an odd excitement in his voice.

you quickly try to deny it, hands coming up to animate how you didn't scoff or anything of the sort. but he already has a grin like he's drunk of the noise, "you definitely scoffed! that was so funny," he says with a loud laugh that makes you shush him, afraid of other campers hearing.

"i don't know why you hide that." he mumbles on your hand, fighting the temptation to lick it so you release him. those thoughts subside when your pretty eyes look up at him in confusion, "your annoyance." he clarifies.

"im not annoyed," you say, a bit defensively as you pull your hand away from him. "bit rude of you to say that, castellan."

he rolls his eyes in response, one of his arms coming behind you to rest on the stage. you can feel the ghost of it barely grazing you, "you're definitely annoyed," he says matter-of-factly. "you're almost always annoyed, or angry."

you fight back a scoff, but then give up. rolling your eyes you turn to him, searching his face for how he noticed, why he's doing this— but you come up with nothing. "why do you care?" you almost snap at him, drumming your fingers on your knee.

"i don't," he says like it's obvious. "im the same way." there's a beat after he says it, a silence that seems more comfortable than awkward like it should be. admitting his anger to you felt like a breath of fresh air, because he knew you'd understand him.

you bite your bottom lip, turning to face him. "that hatred," you start, almost in disbelief that you finally have the opportunity to talk about this. "it doesn't go away huh?" the question is phrased more like a statement, barely asking for confirmation.

he nods, not speaking as he watches you. there was no need for an explanation on what the hatred was, he knew as soon as you began talking. the gift from your mother was never really a gift to you, a burden of what it means to be a demigod is all it was.

you never knew what was genuine, or what was your mothers doing. but you felt a sense of ease with the hermes boy, nothing like all your previous relationships. "do you think it's bad," you mumble, almost ashamed.

"do you think it's bad that we feel this way?"

your question is softly spoken, genuinely interested in his opinion. he feels himself almost feel guilty for you, but he can't lie. "no," he wraps an arm around your waist. gently bringing you closer. "i think we might be the only ones in the right."

he says it with such confidence, a lack of guilt or unease in his voice that it makes you smile. not a sweet one, but a prideful one. one that could reflect the pride of a god, finally validation for the deep seated resentment that almost quenches that thirst for revenge.

minutes of silence pass by, the sun fully set as you lean your head on his shoulder. inhaling the pine and deep smell of his cologne, you hum. "are the rumors 'round camp true?" you ask.

he feels a small blush creep up his neck and ears, spreading across his face as he realizes that you heard about those. he never meant for his half-brothers to over hear a private conversation (said private conversation was in the bathroom, luke washing his hands while chris talked loudly about how he could get clarisse to go on a double date if he'd just ask you out already.)

"uh," he laughs awkwardly, his fingers drumming on the soft skin of your waist. "do you mind?"

you can't help the small smile that spreads across your face, "no." is all you need to say before his wet lips are on yours. hungry and desperate for your attention, which you give him without another thought.

#cosywriting #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke x reader #luke castellan fic #luke castellan fanfiction #luke castellan fluff #castellanswrld

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kurogxrix · 6 months

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Under Wraps

Bruce Wayne x Wife!reader

IN WHICH Bruce and you deal with the aftermath of your kidnapping.

WC: 1.8k

warnings: ANGST, mentions of kidnapping, injuries, PTSD, soft!Bruce.

A/N: Ive l’ost all motivation in writing as of recently and had to FORCE myself to write this for a whole ass month😭 so it’s really nothing great.

The tense silence that lingered between you two was suffocating, albeit all windows in the room being wide open. You just couldn’t get yourself to speak, and Bruce just didn’t know what to say. He never does, but you love him either way. it’s funny to see the cocky billionaire flaunt all of his riches out to the world while he softens for you.

You sat upon the edge of your shared bed with your head in your hands, unable to make out whatever you husband was fumbling with behind you. The feeling of being in the opposite man’s grasp was so fresh to you, like a new scar that your brain harboured. Not only mentally, but the haunting mark across your wrists and neck were yet another temporary reminder of what had happened to you that night.

Oftentimes throughout the night you found yourself being ashamed for a reason or the other. Your husband’s been through worse, so have your sons, and yet your brain couldn’t help but replay the disturbing images of the moment you’d lost Bruce at the gala. You sighed in the comfort of your hands, forcing your eyelids shut impossibly further than they already were to try and shoo the nightmares away.

Your clothes laid messily somewhere across the floor, a bloody and muddy mess that Bruce had quickly drawn off of you before ushering you into a warm shower. He’d then dressed you in a silky robe, and that was the end of it before you’d end up on the edge of the bed, alone with your thoughts despite your husband being in the same room as you.

Your ears fell deaf to the sound of constant rustling of cloth, so much that you failed to hear him crouch before you as he settled comfortably on his knees.

Rough hands gently pried at your own, pulling them away from their protective stance around your face. The sudden lack of covering made you scrunch your nose in dismay, but a quick look from those hazel eyes before you had you relaxing. Bruce made a quick work out of the situation, silent as ever as his hands came to undo the knot around your robe that he himself had previously tied.

You didn’t complain as his hands pushed at your robe, revealing the naked torso that Bruce had seen so many times before. The soft sigh that escaped your husband didn’t go deaf to your ears, and you closed your eyes once more as you awaited for the tingly feeling of his fingers. Seconds passed in sterile silence before you finally felt the scarred skin upon your own, except instead of balm covered fingers, you were met with his warm, bare ones.

You opened your eyes to the sight of your dishevelled husband staring down at your bruised torso, the balms and bandages that were once in his left hand now abandoned beside you on the bed. His right hand held onto your side like an anchor, wide thumb pressing against your stomach. Bruce kneeling between your open legs was a sight that you’d never get tired of, but this time you could only pray for it to end.

Hazel iris traced the dark spots littering your torso with a shame that was beyond their ability. Tiny hairs across his hairline stuck to his forehead due to cold sweat, and you brought a hand down to smooth them behind, little to no care for the tacky fluid rubbing onto your hand. Slowly by slowly, you began caressing your way down his face, smoothing out the wrinkles accumulating on his face before stopping on the edge of his jaw.

The feeling of your fingers, alive and warm upon his freshly shaven jaw caused his fingers to involuntary clench on your side. The painful hiss that escaped your mouth was enough to snap your husband out of his stance, fingers almost immediately unclenching from their grip.

Masochistic as it was, you were somewhat glad for the pain. It reminded you that you were alive and well, there in the mansion with your husband. It also managed to get those brown eyes that you loved so much to snap upwards towards you. They held so many feelings in there that you believed you could not be able to tend to them all in one night.

“I’m sorry,” it left his lips faster than your brain could comprehend, and you were left dumbfounded yourself at those two little words. Meaningless in most relationships, those words were nothing that you’d ever hear coming on of the one and only Bruce Wayne’s lips. He was cocky, always flaunting his riches to those who seeked.

“It’s okay, it only hurt for a second.” you lied, because the throbbing pain still coursing through your right side threatened to sell you out. You could tell that Bruce wasn’t buying it, so much for being Gotham’s greatest detective. Nevertheless, your hand resumed its delicate caressing upon his cheek, a ruse to take his mind away from the little slip up.

You could practically see the gears turning inside his head, trying to decipher why in hell you would be lying to him about this out of everything. Yet again he’d worried far too much over you in one night, you wouldn’t let his mind collapse over something so minor.

Bruce didn’t wait for your approval before shifting on his knees, hands grabbing at the balms that looked humorously tiny compared to his large palm. The cold paste spreads smoothly upon the tip of his fingers, and soon they’re on your skin. The sensation made you flinch, but the reassuring hand that laid on your knee made you calm down. You thought it was crazy how such a simple thing could make you relax so easily, yet again marriage and love were another crazy thing of their own.

Your fingers clenched on their own as you felt

your throat tightening. No. Hell no, you wouldn’t let Bruce see you cry after the hectic course of fucking hell of days that you’d put him through. That selfless side of you that was present most of the time was yelling at you to stay strong, and yet the sight of your burly, rough and yet caring husband doting after you following your accident, you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

You fingers clenched into a fist, nails digging little crescent moon into the skin of your palm as

you gritted your teeth together to hold in a loud sob threatening to escape past your lips involuntarily. From his spot on the floor, Bruce froze at the sight of the soft, rhythmic movements that swayed at your chest. From the corner of his eyes nevertheless, and in the dimness of the enclosed room, his senses never failed him.

Tilting his face up to meet your own, his fingers unwillingly clenched around the poor tin can of balm upon his hands. The tears that you were trying so hard to keep in pooled at your waterline, entangling in your bottom lashes before escaping on their own accord. He watched as your chest shook, exasperation taking over your body before you could even cry to him. Yet you weren’t doing it, and for some reason Bruce knew that he had some part to play in it.

He remained silent as his hand came to clutch onto your own. Then, the sobs shook you and you just couldn’t hold it in anymore. You jumped from your seat on the edge of the bed and straight into his awaiting embrace, arms thrown tightly around the broad neck. Bruce felt his heart squeezing at the sound of your distraught cries, like the Joker himself had his heart placed and chained on some sort of death carousel.

Nothing was more painful to Bruce than family. The bad and the good hurt. Like when happiness would grasp at his heart so hard that it’d physically hurt. Only family could achieve that for him, yet life wasn’t always favourable, and the bat knew that better than anyone else. He could make a list of things, one shittier and more tragic than the other, that’s happened to Bruce ever since he was but a little boy, and yet, his heart never got more of in a twist than at the sight of a member of his family hurting.

Your breath staggered, and your husband felt the warm exhale of you trying to stabilise yourself upon his neck. A large, ringless, and warm palm found its way to the small of your back like a collarless dog chasing home. Suddenly, another bare hand fell upon your back as Bruce embraced you against his chest fully.

The room was void of any noise save for the agonising sounds of your pained sobs. Bruce didn’t need to ask anything, he didn’t need to inquire to know that you were hurt. All the more scared and traumatised after your encounter with the Joker. His large palm rubbed comforting circles along your back as you laid motionless in his warm embrace.

“You’re home now,” he muttered, as though it would help appease all of the new scars and fears that you'd acquired in the span of a few days.

“I’m glad.” you breathed out from your position in the crook of his neck, feeling like you’d break down again if you spoke too much. The both of you occupied your positions on the floor for far longer than normal, only splitting apart to rejoin the comfort of the soft mattress after you’d whined in pain following a slight movement to adjust yourself on his lap.

Bruce made a quick and effortless job of carrying you back to bed, pausing in his movements when you’d told him you’d feel better to sleep with the side lamp on tonight. The frown on his face deepened at your comment, yet he didn’t allow you to see it as he kept his back to you despite complying. Settling in bed was even harder for you than you expected, unable to wrap your arms around the muscular torso of your husband and rest your head upon his chest as your injury unabled you to.

Sleep didn’t come easy either, plagued with nightmares that previously didn’t exist in the far back of your mind. Bruce was here with you through it all, his sleeping habits aiding him to wake by the moment you’d stir awake. That night, Batman slept but Bruce didn’t, but the feeling of your pulse regaining its normal beat as you laid with your back against his chest erased Bruce’s ability to care. Safe and sound under the wraps.

anyways that was that….

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scarletevening · 8 months

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𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 [ 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐏. 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒 ]

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓 | 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 |

cw: suggestive, post-sex aftercare, teasing, fingering, establish relationship, fem! reader

notes: squirting is when a female orgasm releases a large amount of secretion due to pleasure.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆, panting, sweating, you clung to your husband, moaning into his neck as his low growls quieted down, his hips paused, gently resting you back onto your back as he hovered over you.

his lips never left yours, kissing you down onto the mattress as he rests your thighs on his, soothingly running his hands over each shin, fingers trailing up and down the skin to relieve your trembling legs,

"oh, you did so good, sweetheart,"

his voice cooed, lips dragging down your cheek, fingers moving into your inner thigh. his hungry eyes flickered up to yours, tongue dancing across your skin as your breath sped up.

wet, dripping, slick, your thighs were covered in your own juices, the pleasure he forced out of you, screaming his name as your eyes blew wide, body spasming,

"you did so good, sweetheart, making such a pretty mess."

your cheeks were already flushed, cunt too, but god, did that gruff make your whole body feel ablaze. you looked down at him, eyes red, teary, stained cheeks as they blush, hoarse voice stuttering. he wasn't wrong, your bedsheets were 5 shades darker from being wet, sticking to the form of the mattress. you looked between your thighs, almost embarrassed, but he couldn't stop staring. keegan smirked at you, licking his lips as he stared at the stains on his sheets.

the skin of your thigh were covered in a mix of your sweat and his, your juices, his cum dripping out of your hole as it follows the line of your inner thigh. you looked how he likes his girls, how he likes you.

messy.

his resting finger inched closer to your sloppy cunt, rough callouses circling your clit as you spasm. a low chuckle left his lips, fanning across your collarbones, ravenous blue eyes memorizing your spinning irises.

"i can't imagine just how good you would taste,"

he sighs, that same finger rubbing over your clit, pressing, watching each sound that was drawn out of you, doing them over and over again just to hear it from you again.

of course, a hungry man was always a greedy one.

soon enough his finger was nestled inside of you. you gasp, just as you did only minutes before, fingers digging into his bicep as you moan his name, eyes locking with his. just as quickly as it filled you, keegan's hand retreated, drawing up before your lips,

"help me out, yeah? tell me what you taste like."

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IM GOING FUCKING CRAZYHSHS FUCKING FERAL. also i finally figured out how to make it hot pink like ive wanted it to be for the ktober theme so imma change every photo now 😭

also this has to literally be my favorite one

༒︎ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫; 2023 ༒︎