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HELP ME HELP YOU — ༉‧₊˚.
ft. dick grayson !
꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : poison ivy has been flying under the radar and weaponizing her pollen to fellow criminals. it’s a shame you and dick find out the hard way.
꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader. dub-con bc of sex pollen (they’ve both been pining for each other tho), dry humping, slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex, oral (f + m receiving, 69, face sitting), cum eating, multiple orgasms, missionary, mating press, cowgirl, pet names (baby, pretty), praise, creampies, mentions of breeding, light impact play (slaps your thigh once), begging, mentions of sweat and saliva, slight overstimulation, almost pure smut tbh it’s just filth — WC : 6.1k
꒰ NOTES ꒱ : mind the tags !! i’ve been wanting to write a sex pollen fic for so long i’m so excited i finally did it ! enjoy !!
reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᰔ*.ﾟ
another drizzly night in gotham, filled with blaring police sirens and a heavy dose of crime. patrol was going as planned for the most part. apprehending a few criminals here and there, but nothing major. to dick, it was a semi-quiet night. one that left him reflecting on his life or rather, his recent choices.
truth be told, he had missed gotham. even though it wasn’t in a much better state when he had left, a large part of him knew he belonged here. bludhaven had been a good experience for him to try and break away, start his own thing. but when it came down to it, he missed it here. missed the people here, some more than others.
dick eventually got a tip from tim, stating that there were a couple of criminals causing a scene a few blocks down the road. he made it there quickly, only to run into you.
normally, it wasn’t a rare sight to see you out on patrol at the same time as him, but lately, it’s been harder to be around you. he knew he was developing feelings for you, no, he already had feelings for you. but it was all so confusing. the two of you had been friends for so long, since you were teenagers.
but then he left and you stayed. even though he’s been back for about a month, it still feels like he doesnt get to see enough of you. and when he’s finally around you, he just doesn’t know how to act anymore.
“and here i thought you’d never show up, nightwing.” you tease, getting ready to apprehend the criminals that were trying to make their next move. he easily side stepped to get into a closer range to them, ready to bring them down with you. but truthfully, a large part of his focus wasn’t on them at all.
“you know i can never resist.” he smirks. the two of you start fighting off the criminals, landing quick, steady punches.
“resist showing off, you mean.” you scoff, swinging your fist around, lodging it in one of the criminals' sides.
“ouch,” dick takes out one of his batons, twirling it around in his hand before using it against one of the enemies. “and here i was going to help you out of the goodness of my heart, my mistake.”
the two of you move in sync, your fighting styles mimicking each other as you attempt to take down the criminals. even though it’s been awhile, the two of you mesh well together just like old times.
“why don’t you sit back and watch how it’s done, boy wonder.” you drop down, palm hitting the pavement as you dodge an incoming attack. you use the momentum to sweep your feet under the apprehender, knocking him on his back.
“i must’ve struck a nerve for you to use that nickname on me.” he smirked, trying to see how far he can crawl under your skin. the criminals were still trying to fight you both, but it was a cakewalk for him. he’d rather just stand around and tease you all night if he could.
“you’re always on my nerves.” you huff, pushing a villain off of you, watching them hobble backwards before you ready for another attack.
“gotta get your attention somehow, don’t i?” he hit one of the criminals in the gut, trying to swiftly take him down.
before you can retort, you hear something clink to the floor near dick before gas starts to surround it. you both pause, attention shifting on the strange device. the criminals use the momentary lapse to their advantage.
“that’ll keep them busy for awhile.” one of the criminals snicker as they make their escape. you take a step towards them but dick holds you back, his hand gripping onto you.
something felt like it was crawling up his spine, a heat that grew more the longer he touched you.
“what are you doing?” you question him, ripping your arm from his hold. but then he realized, not touching you sent spikes of pain throughout his body, yearning for some sort of relief that he didn’t know how to get.
he tries to shake it off to focus on the task at hand, pressing against his ear piece, trying to contact tim.
“nightwing.” tim greets as he presses the button. dick crouches down to look at the device the criminals threw, your eyes tracking his movements with curiosity. “report?”
“looks like the criminals threw a toxin at us, i’m not sure what it is but it let out a puff of gas when it hit the ground. judging by the design of it i’d say,” dick pauses, eyes widening as he flips it over in the palm of his hand. a small, green plant painted onto the side of the device. “ivy.”
“alright, report back to the batcave. there’s been rumors that she’s been weaponizing her special pollen so we will have an antidote ready. did anyone else get hit? or are you alone?” tim replies, typing away on his keyboard.
dick looks over at you, holding your gaze for a moment. his mouth feels dry, words lodged in his throat as his body shivers. he tells tim he’s with you.
“dick, whatever you do, do not give into any urges, okay? christ, i didn’t know she’d be out on patrol too, she wasn’t even scheduled.” the frustration in his voice is tinged with anxiety and panic, knowing fully well the extent of getting hit by ivy’s pollen. “both of you get back here immediately. signing off.”
“affirmative.” dick nods, letting tim break the line for now. his eyes hadn’t left yours and he watched as you back up towards the wall behind you. he mirrors your movements, his thoughts growing hazier by the second. his more primal urges start to fight logic, a new battle unfolding in his mind.
he holds onto the wall, planting his back firmly against it as his hands form a fist. the sensation is back again, prickling under his skin like an itch he can’t scratch. it’s driving him mad, sweat starting to coat his body. everything was hot, searing. any self control he had was quickly slipping through his fingers, his heart racing out of his chest.
even looking at you seems to make it worse, so he keeps his head against the wall, looking up at the dark sky as he tries to find the strength to move. he needs a plan, something to grasp and ground him to reality before he throws caution to the wind and takes you right here in this alleyway.
so he decides he just… won’t give in. that’s it, he’ll stay on this side of the wall while you stay on the other and then you go back to the cave and get the antidote. perfect.
“dickie.” or well, it would’ve been. his attention reluctantly goes over to you as you use his nickname, eyes burning trying to keep them on your face. but the way your voice sounded, the lilt of desperation packed into it had him curious. his eyes trail down your body, watching the way your chest heaves up and down, your thighs clenching together.
“yeah?” he swallows, eyes averting to the ground, his fingers curling deeper into his fist until he’s sure his nails are about to break the skin.
“it hurts.” you all but whimper and his resolve cracks in half. it was always his dream to be your hero, to be someone you look up to and respect. being your knight in shining armor and eventually wooing you over one day. with the way your voice sounded, he needed to save you, do anything to make you feel better. seeing you in pain like this clawed at his heart, leaving his chest wide open. “please, i don’t know what to do.”
he’s never seen you look so helpless. you’ve always had an air of confidence about you whenever you put on your suit. you took being a hero seriously, one of the many things he admired about you. but this? he’s never seen you like this. and it stirred something within him.
he swallows thickly, trying to grab control of his thoughts once again, gripping onto logic even though the pollen was directly challenging it. one by one, another decent thought slips out of his hold and is instantly replaced with one that was much more improper. the kind of thoughts he’s tried his best to repress, especially when it comes to you.
“i know.” he says, tim’s word of caution fleeting from his mind. pressing himself off against the wall, he bounds over to you, finding himself directly in front of you, his palm pressed against the wall by your head. you gasp and it takes every last bit of him to not devour your sweet sounds. “fuck, we have to get back to the cave.”
your eyes flutter shut as his words breathe across your face, the raspy tone from his voice luring you in.
“please.” you say again, the words barely above a whisper.
the rubber band snaps and the tension breaks, your bodies surging towards each other, clicking into place as your lips finally collide. the pollen saturating every nerve in your body, an overwhelming tsunami threatening to consume you and take him down with you.
but he wasn’t faring any better. his hands were shaking with need, his movements clumsy, not because they weren’t practiced, but because he had never needed anything more in his life.
he kisses you with a bruising force he usually reserves for when he fights, unable to hold himself back as the pollen dances throughout his veins chanting more, more, more.
visions invade his mind, betraying all the walls he’s so carefully put in place over the years. the amount of times he’s dreamed of having you, the amount of times he’s fisted his cock to the thought of you, was all coming to a burning point. if he didn’t have you now, it felt like his body would disintegrate.
a groan rips from his throat, rumbling against your lips as he tries to devour you. his hands roam all over your body, almost kneading against every part of you to get a proper feel. but it wasn’t enough.
“have to feel you, please- need you closer.” he manages to choke out, his plump lips swollen with your passion, his dark blue eyes blown all the way out into a dark, stormy abyss. with a small nod of your head, he’s pushing you against the wall, slipping his thigh between your legs. he grinds against your hips, seeking out any sort of relief while also trying to provide you some.
the kiss is hardly graceful — teeth clashing against each other, trying to consume the other. there’s no fight for dominance, no careful hesitance, just pure unabridged desperation. he feels you reach for your mask, already trying to take off anything that serves as a barrier between you and him.
“f-fuck, wait, keep your mask on. we can’t-“ he didn’t finish the sentence as you rolled your hips against him instead, body jerking in his hold. somehow the gravity of the situation rings in his head for a moment. “shit, wait, we should talk about this, right?”
“we’re just helping each other out,” you gasp, kissing along his jaw. your fingers dig into his biceps, voice straining as you try to keep yourself together for a moment. “it hurts so much, i can’t stand it. help me and i’ll help you.”
“can’t say no to that logic.” he picks you up, pressing you against the wall as he presses his aching cock to your core. the relief it brought had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, gripping onto you tighter as his body reacts in a way it’s never done before.
he grinds against your clothed cunt, the fabric of your suits making it easier to hurriedly slide against each other. he wishes he could feel how tightly you’d wrap around him instead of this but he needed release now, and this was the quickest way to get it.
and you’re just as bad as him, bucking your hips against him to gain any sort of friction, your hands pawing all over his body.
“please-“ you whine in his ear, “stop teasing me, let me feel you.” your body felt on fire, something crackling just beneath the surface. the friction you were getting wasn’t enough, giving you pleasure but you also craved more.
“c-can’t.” he gasps, moving his hips faster as he feels a high coming on. “m’close.”
it was all building up deep within him, pleasure fighting pain and hurtling him towards the unknown. but he knew it would help, god, he knew anything with you would save him somehow.
his aching cock was still pressed up against the tight suit he had on, throbbing and pulsing as if it was trying to make its great escape. but the sound of your moan brought him back to the moment, the sweet mewl tumbling out of your lips as you reach your high. it sends him over the edge, cumming in his suit, hips stuttering against yours.
after a moment to catch your breath, you look at each other. the pain and fire are still as strong as ever, in fact, it might even be worse now. he needs to be inside you, feeling your warm walls hold onto him as he releases load after load deep within you.
“we need to-.” he pauses, breath hitching as you start rubbing against him again. the words die in his throat, no longer thinking of the batcave and the antidote.
“i need more, please we can’t stop here.” you whine, looking up at him. whatever you were doing felt so good, feeding into the unstoppable desire that ignited in him.
“we need to find somewhere to go.” he decides, holding onto you tightly.
“there’s a safehouse close by.” you suggest and suddenly it was like a veil was lifted. the fog cleared, and all he could see was you. your unfocused eyes, the way you pawed at him, he knew exactly what to do.
“i know the one, let’s go.” he grabs your hand, practically running down the street with you dragging behind him. but you manage to keep up with him. he’s relieved that no one is really out here, even though the night life was never tame in gotham, he considered it a small blessing that the streets were somewhat quiet tonight.
the safehouse was nestled in between a slew of apartments. he easily grabbed the key from under the mat and shoved the door open, the hinges yelling in protest. he all but pushes you inside, slamming the door shut and sealing you both in.
your body hits the door as soon as he closes it, his brute strength easily manhandling you into any position he wants. you were more than ready for it, wrapping your legs around his waist as your heels dig into his perfect ass, pulling him closer.
he groans as you roll your hips against his, trying to get closer to his straining cock. depravity takes over as you're practically humping against each other, shimming out of your suits. some part of you had to still be touching him — your lips, your hands, anything.
finally, you’re both freed of your restricting clothing, ripping it down just enough so he could gain better access to you, barely caring that he was shredding your hero suit. but it didn’t seem like you minded either as your nails raked against his chest.
“you ready for me?” he fists his aching cock, throbbing and glistening with his cum. the tip was so red, you wondered if he was in any pain — or if it matched the same one you felt in between your thighs.
“hurry, need you to-” you didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence.
dick slipped into you with one rough shove, filling you all the way up in one delicious motion. you gasp, throwing your head back into the door at the sudden intrusion, your back arching off of the wooden panel.
“sorry, baby.” his arm slips around your waist, his palm spreading along your back for support. “s’okay, you’re okay, yeah?”
he doesn’t move for a moment to try to let you adjust, his body practically screaming at him for waiting. but he felt so weak for you, couldn’t help but start rocking his hips. it didn’t take long for his urges to take over.
his hands pushed down onto your waist, steadying himself so he could get deeper. the only thought that crossed his mind was how good you felt, how well you took him — and it only made him more determined to make you fall apart just like you were making him.
why had he waited so long to make a move? he could’ve done this sooner, years ago. it pissed him off, frustrated he’s gone so long without knowing how good your cunt felt wrapped around his cock. the anger only intensifies his thrusts, the door rattling behind you in protest.
“s-slow down!” you cry out, not really thinking of what you were saying. the last thing you wanted was for him to slow down, but everything felt so fast, so overwhelming that your brain couldn’t keep up with it.
“that’s not what you really want.” he grunts out, lips latching onto your neck. he needed to leave little marks on you. a reminder for him that this is really happening, that this is real. he’s finally fucking you. “you’re so tight, you feel so good f’me.”
“all for you, only for you.” you start to babble, drunk off the sensation he‘s feeding you. your legs wrap tighter around his waist, driving him deeper than he already was. his pace stutters for a second, his release already sneaking up on him. “ah- m’already close!”
“me too, baby.” he breathes, his voice raspier than you’ve ever heard it. “please let me cum inside, need to fill you up and breed this pretty pussy.”
you clench around his words, nodding your head profusely, body tightening as electricity shoots through your body as you cum around his cock. your eyes roll to the back of your head as he continues to thrust into you, desperately chasing his own release.
“yes, yes, need it, please!” you moan, practically milking his cock. once you give him the okay, he drives as deep as he can and lets out a broken moan as he fills you up.
“shit.” he grunts out, his breathing far out of his control. he lowers you down, letting you land on your feet. but you can hardly stand, his grip tight on your elbows to keep you upright. the two of you just stare at each other for a moment, trying to process what just happened, what’s currently happening. intense need swarms his mind again and pain spreads throughout his body with every passing second he isn’t inside of you.
instinctively, you drop to your knees, your hand lightly grasping around his slick base. dick lets out a hiss of pleasure, tossing his head back as he feels the slight essence of reprieve.
“need you in my mouth,” you look up at him, slowly pumping his cock. he twitches in your hand with interest, the sex pollen still sending his body into overdrive. he doesn’t even feel overstimulation, all he feels is lust and the overwhelming need to wreck you.
“go ahead, baby.” you wrap your lips around his cock, hollowing out your cheeks as you get right to work. his eyes roll back and he needs to grip onto the back of your head for support — otherwise he’d fall backwards. “damn, knew you’d be good at this, always running your sweet little mouth whenever you’re around me. feels like heaven.”
you hum in approval, the sensation tickling his tip. you take him in deeper, your hands grabbing onto his ass for support.
“fuck, baby.” he mutters under his breath. normally, you probably wouldn’t have heard it, but the pollen heightened all of your senses when it came to him. his voice sounded so raspy, so desperate, it had you squeezing your thighs together. “please don’t tease me right now or i’ll fuck you against the wall again.”
so you don’t, swallowing his whole length, your pretty eyes filling up with tears as you look up at him. he feels like he’s going to pass out — his head is fuzzy, his thighs are trembling, you have him under your spell and a primitive part of him is screaming at him to fix it.
“i’m gonna cum.” he moans, gripping your hair. he almost lets himself, but it wouldn’t feel fair. he needed you to cum with him. the two of you were in this together. he pushes you off of him, regret already swarming his body as the pollen viciously attacks him again.
“what’s wrong?” you ask, wiping the spit that was pooling in the corner of your mouth. he picked you up, bringing you over to the couch.
“i have to taste you.” he tosses you on the couch, “so you’re gonna sit on my face.”
the way he said it doesn’t leave any room for argument so for once, you listen to him. watching as he sits next to you on the couch. your bodies pivot so he’s laying down instead of you, an eager smile on his face.
you climb on top of him, going to move your hips over his eagerly awaiting mouth. but he’s impatient, the need to taste you on his tongue is too great. hastily grabbing your hips, he pulls you down on his face. you yelp in surprise, nails digging into his abs to ground yourself. he doesn’t waste a second, diving into the delicious meal you’ve presented him.
even without you touching him, he started to feel his own relief by swirling his tongue around your clit. his hips thrust in the air, unable to control himself. your moans and small gasps of pleasure fuel him to keep going, not planning on stopping until he’s gotten his fill.
he groans into your cunt as you start to take his leaking cock in your warm hands, focusing on his tip. you lean over his body as he holds you firmly in place so you can pull him back in your mouth, engulfing him in an instant.
his hips involuntary jerks up, pushing himself deeper and eliciting a gag from you. he would feel bad but with the way you gushed around his tongue told him otherwise.
“god, you taste incredible.” he mumbles, making sure he’s not missing a drop. but honestly, it’s too much. your slick mixed with his cum has his mind spiraling — the taste settling on his tongue, nestling deep into his senses.
it was all a haze, trying to devour every drop of you, gripping onto your thighs so tightly that if he was thinking more clearly, he might feel bad. but the way your tongue wraps around his cock, your throat enveloping it all the way down, leaves him with very little coherent thoughts.
but he couldn’t stop lapping at your cunt, every tremble, every moan, every taste of you has him wanting more and he knew that this wouldn’t be enough — it might never be enough. you’ve created an insatiable beast that only craves your touch.
“dick, i’m gonna cum-.” you take a gulp of air, using your hand to furiously pump his cock, fingers dancing around his tip as you usher out your words. a flare of pride spikes up with him and shoots throughout his body, his hand getting away from him as he encouragingly slaps against your thigh.
“please, baby. come all over my face.” he knows he sounds wrecked but he doesn’t care. he gets back to work, suckling on your clit more intently than before. your mewls vibrate along his length and he can’t help but thrust into your mouth a little, overly excited at the prospect of you releasing all over him.
he helps you ride his face, guiding your movements by his grip on your thighs. with a cry of his name, you cum again, gushing all over him. at this point, he could die a happy man, cleaning you up as your thighs shake in his palms.
he’s not sure if it was your skilled mouth, your messy cunt, or the fact he managed to pull that strong of an orgasm from you — but he came in your hand that was still rubbing at his tip.
“f-fuuuuuck.” he moans out, hips jerking in your hold. after a few minutes, he feels you slide off of his face, pivoting yourself and sitting on the couch, head hanging off the back of it.
it had to be over, right? all of the pollen should be out of your systems. he sat up and mirrored your movements, looking over at you to see how you were faring. and you were already looking over at him, half lidded eyes as you were catching your breath. your skin was glistening in sweat, much like his own.
the itch creeped up his neck, sending chills over his body. it definitely wasn’t done and the agony of not touching you anymore was starting to get to his head. he lunges over to you, pinning you on the couch as he lines up his cock once again.
“god, i need to have you.” he breathes, searching your eyes to see if you feel as messed up as he does.
“you’ve got me.” you mewl before looking up and adding, “you’ve always had me.”
“really?” disbelief coats his words, somehow managing to pause his motions even though his body is screaming at him. the fire inside of him is licking at the tightly wound coil within him, but somehow he’s able to push it down — even if it’s just for a moment. but he needs to hear this, needs to hear you.
“i’ve-” you start squirming under him, no doubt feeling that same fire he did. he almost felt a little bad by delaying your gratification but god, he really needs this. he can’t tell if the tears forming in your eyes are from the pollen or from the emotion that’s been building up after all these years. “i’ve always loved you dick.”
his hormones fly out of control, his hold tightening against you. every nerve in his body tells him to move but he’s somehow frozen, transfixed on your confession.
“i love you so much.” he manages to choke out, desire boiling in his gut once again, fueled by the sweet words he’s been dying to hear from you. it was too much, the overwhelming itch consuming him once again as “fuck, ‘m sorry, need to-.”
he doesn’t finish the sentence, instead he’s plunging into your warm, welcoming walls. fitting together like a puzzle piece that was always destined to connect. the pollen swirls with the love shared between you two and he can’t help but ruthlessly drive into you, relishing in your sharp cries of pleasure.
his cock slips out of you, exasperated groans both leaving your lips and into each others mouth. he reluctantly pulls apart from you, shoving himself back where he belongs before he resumes his pace.
“dick, more-.”
something shatters within him. he couldn’t say it was self control — that had long been gone. but something else deep within him broke by your hands and yet, he could already feel you mending it back up.
there’s no way to tell the passage of time, but none of that mattered to him anyway. all he could do was revel in the warmth of your soft, silken walls. his eyes scan over your face, taking in your blissed out state no doubt mirroring his own.
it had him wanting — craving more. like a man starved who had his first bite, who wouldn’t be sated until he had his fill.
dick’s movements were even faster now that his body could hardly keep up. his cock slipped out of you again, and he let out a strangled sob.
everything was just so wet, both of your bodies coated in a mixture of sweat, spit and cum. he felt your slick coat his thighs, your saliva mark his neck — every inch of his skin is completely covered by your essence.
he drives himself back into you, humping against you as he chases another release. everything was burning up the longer he staved off. at this point, he needed to keep filling you up. you made it so easy for him too, greedily sucking him back in every thrust, squeezing around him so tightly his head was spinning.
driven by pure instinct, he pushes your thighs against your chest, pushing himself deeper into you.
“wanna take my time with you s’badly.” he rasps out, hands pushing against your legs. “but you just feel s’good i can’t stop.”
his mouth hung open as unsteady breaths left his lungs, trying to gulp up any air he could. but he’d much rather breathe in the sight below him, watching you sprawled out for him, sucking him into your pretty cunt has his mind short circuiting.
“you take me so well, you’re so good to me.” he babbles, eyes squeezed shut for a moment to soak it all in. “you were made f’me.”
his head falls forward and he feels a bead of sweat drop down the side of his face. your trained eye watched it fall, before you lean up and lick it clean off of him. he gasps in surprise, lips chasing yours once again.
at this point, you really couldn’t call it kissing. your lips were pressed against each other but neither of you could move them properly. just unsteady breaths and moans keeping the two of you connected as pleasure overrides your senses.
arousal pours like gasoline beneath his abdomen, your pleas serving as a match to ignite his body into flames. the pollen warps his mind, drunk on your taste and only craving more of it.
but he needed you to cum first. he was still trying his best to help you, to relieve you of any pain. he doesn’t know how long it’ll take but he needs you to at least cum as much as he does.
“oh god, oh, it’s never, fuck, felt like this before, so good-“ you moan out, arching your back up so he can get deeper.
“i know baby, i know.” he keeps going, harder than he had before. “you’re so, so good to me.”
it was all too much for you, clinging onto him as he relentlessly thrusts into you. he watches as your body freezes in his grasp, bliss saturating all your features, before you forcefully come around his cock.
he wasn’t much further behind, gripping the back of the couch and pushing his hips flush against yours as he fills you up once again.
the pollen was still tingling in his system, he could feel it. but he felt so drowsy, and he knew you were too. he presses his forehead against yours as your legs fall helplessly by his sides.
“you okay?” he can hardly recognize his own voice.
“mhm, you?” you ask, your eyes fluttering shut for a second. he sees your face constrict with pain and he knows you feel what he feels. it’s not over yet.
“can you handle another round?” he asks, gently caressing your cheek, wiping off what was either sweat or tears. it took so much not to jump you, but the desire was starting to lessen and becoming easier to control, but that didn’t change the fact he was still so damn weak around you. one more round would soothe it all, he can feel it.
“can you?” you laugh breathlessly, always trying to challenge him. a lazy smirk takes up his face as he adjusts you, sitting back against the couch and pulling you up into his lap. his fingers rub little circles along your hips before he digs his fingers in.
“since you’re so confident, why don’t you show me how it’s done.” he meant to sound cocky, but his voice came out twisted with need and desperation.
“with pleasure.” you grab a hold of his still hard cock, lining it up with your sopping entrance, cum from the previous rounds dripping down your thigh. he can’t help but swipe some on his finger, playing with the slightly sticky substance.
you slide down on his cock, moaning the entire way down. all he can do is look up at you, unconsciously sliding the two coated fingers in your open mouth.
you swirl your tongue around them, sucking them clean as well as you were sucking him off earlier. he moans, head hitting the back of the couch as you start rolling your hips.
“you’re so pretty — fuck — i mean, just look at you.” he slurs, eyes glued to where you were connected. his fingers leave your mouth, sliding down your body. “you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen.”
your nails dig into his shoulders, using it as leverage to grind yourself more in his lap, his neatly trimmed pubic hair brushing along your swollen clit.
he slumps back a bit, letting you take control and take what you need. mesmerized by the way your tits jiggle with each movement, he wraps his tongue around your nipple before giving it a sloppy, open mouthed kiss.
he was lazy with his movements, swirling his tongue around the perked bud and nuzzling his face against it. the more he touches them, the more he needs to.
your hips drag along his, bodies pressed together as it feels like lead fills your bones. but you can’t stop moving against him.
“want you to be mine.” he moans against your tits, thrusting up into you more as he feels himself getting close. all he needs to hear is your confirmation that you’ll finally be his. “say you’ll be mine.”
“m’yours!” your cry out at the increase of pace, fingers digging into his hair as he leaves his mark all over your breasts. “i’m all yours.”
with one final groan, his hips jerk up a few times, releasing another load into your already overflowing cunt. the grip on your hips loosen as his forehead lands on your shoulder, wincing as you keep going to chase your release. overstimulation was starting to creep up on him as the pollen started to clear out of his system. but he didn’t care, he’d keep going as long as you need him to.
“c’mon baby.” he slurs, leaving open mouthed kisses along your collarbone before looking up at you like you summon the sun every morning, beaconing it with your radiant, blissed out smile. “you’re doing s’good for me, give me another one c’mon.”
“cant, i’m trying but i need more.” you move your hips a little faster with a whine of his name tumbling from your lips.
“i’m right here, fuck baby, let go f’me. you’ll feel so much better i promise.” his fingers slip in between your bodies, thumb pressing firmly against your clit as you keep riding him. it sends you over the edge, gripping onto his shoulders and tossing your head back. he’s never seen a more ethereal view and if he could’ve, he would’ve cum all over again at the sight alone.
he doesn’t move his thumb as you ride out your high, squirming around in his lap as pleasure courses throughout your body. he lets go after you start twitching in his grasp, showing you mercy for the first time tonight.
you collapse into a heap on his chest, your heart racing as you try to catch your breath. he feels you curl into him, exhaustion starting to take you. he’s still nestled inside of you, with no desire to move.
he blinks a few times, starting to take in his surroundings. you guys definitely messed up the couch. anyone who passes through this safehouse will see the traces you two left behind for weeks to come. the thought makes him smirk a little bit.
his phone buzzes and somewhere deep in his fucked out mind he realizes he should check. he’s still technically on patrol. with one arm still securing tucked around you, he uses the other to grab his phone.
everything is a little blurry, the fog still clouding his mind, his eyes drooping as he tries to read it. your soft snores start to fill his ears as he opens the text from tim, reading the line over and over a few times in hopes of processing it better. but then he gets it — clear as day. it was from tim.
“let me guess. you stopped at a safehouse.”
another text.
“have fun explaining this one to bruce.”
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Hi fernie ☺️
I wanted to request some sweet time waking up next to Price/Gaz after getting back with them… these ex-husband and ex-boyfriend tropes are so bittersweet and I love them but I also crave some solid resolutions 😭 You can make this smut or pure fluff, whatever you want.
Thank you ❤️
ex-husband price, but the “ex” lays on significantly blurred lines now.
fem!reader, 18+ [unprotected piv, etc] — lazy writing/editing + formatting sorry
a/n: i’m so sorry for how late this is !! i’m literally terrible at completing my asks 😭 i hope this is good enough <3
He had come crawling back to you last night.
Amidst the howling wind and the cold, sleeting rain, John appeared on your doorstep like a stray dog— hair wet and clinging to his forehead, his clothes soaked through, his lips quirked into a slightly embarrassed smile.
And then, then he looked at you with those warm eyes, his pupils expanding beneath the weight of his gaze, and you folded.
Of course you folded.
You let him inside, allowed him into the cradle of your very life. A life in which you had built around the absence of him.
The divorce happened a year ago. The constant strain of John being away, and the crippling loneliness his job brought you, was too much to bear. Without him, your home had felt like a shell of itself, so empty and quiet. Separation allowed you to make your own home not-so reliant on him.
And maybe it was hard. Maybe you did cry for him, yearn for him in the penetratingly dark hours of the morning— a want for his body pressed to yours, a need for his heat against your chilled skin.
But you had to move on. You were strong and, once the initial emptiness of your ring finger no longer bothered you, you were set free. The shackles of grief snapped and crumpled and allowed you to spring forth into a fresh life.
Yet, the night he appeared on your front step, cold and white like a wraith against a sea of black, you allowed him entry.
There was no hesitation like you convinced yourself there’d be. There was no sort of what the hell are you doing here, John? You simply sighed, your heart clenching beneath the calloused fingers of your reappearing grief, and stepped aside.
He had thanked you profusely.
And then broke down.
Still in his wet clothes, he hung his head and let tears well in his eyes, his hands balled into fists at his sides as he attempted to control his emotions. You watched him patiently, your own sadness itching tightly at the back of your throat.
He apologised. For everything you knew affected the relationship, and for everything he thought affected the relationship.
Long periods of absence, missing important milestones in your life and holidays, the strained communication when in the field. He apologised for it all, shaking and dripping like the lost dog he was.
When he looked up at you, eyes red and glossy with tears, his cheeks rouged beneath his facial hair and lips bitten from nervousness, you broke too.
Of course I miss you, tumbled from your lips. Of course I still think about you. Of course I haven’t been with anyone else. Of course I want you back—
The two of you broke like a dam, a crack of lightening outside acting as the starting gun, spurring you on as you moved in unison, meeting together in a searing kiss that made you whine out for him. But his groan of pleasure, of relief, was louder than any sound he had ever made before. It made your heart flutter.
That night, he held you so impossibly close to him that you feared you may sink into him— that your souls would intertwine within the heat of him, and you’d be stuck with him forever. But, after a moment, you realised it wasn’t fear. You’d happily seep into the grooves of his soul if he let you.
The next morning, you awoke bundled in his strong, warm arms, the coarse hairs a deliciously familiar juxtaposition against your soft flesh. You moaned quietly as you drifted awake.
John stirred behind you, the arm he had around your midriff moving, his large hand moving to splay across the curve of your bare tummy. He pressed against the warm fat, nose in the crook of your neck, nuzzling you. You whined when he gripped your tummy, but he just chuckled quietly with a kiss to the pulse beneath your ear.
Only now did you realise, against the warmth of the skin above your navel, that John was still wearing his wedding band.
It made your stomach flip.
Last night, while he had your knees to your ears, his cock heavy inside you, he asked about your rings.
“In the drawer— fuck— the bedside table—!” You moaned, his hips snapping forward, his stomach pressed to yours, pinning you to the bed.
He stopped only to lean over and open the drawer. Then, he fished out both your extravagant engagement ring, and the more simply wedding ring. Then, he resumed his thrusts, knocking another moan from your chest.
When you came around his cock with an earth-shattering orgasm, a moan of “Yes, John!” echoing through the room, he slipped the rings back onto your finger. Your sweet moans were a welcome nostalgia, a guilty-pleasure in this very moment. He came inside you after that.
Now, John was kissing the pulse behind your ear, arms around you, his chest to your back as he slotted one of his legs between yours, separating them so he could rut his hardening cock between the plushness of your thighs.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered to you, the leaking tip of his cock rubbing against your wet folds, dipping in and out in a gentle rut with each movement of his hips. “I’ve missed my pretty wife.”
The hand on your stomach snaked down, brushing over your mound and then cupping you there, a finger pressing to the already swollen bud of your clit. He hummed when he began to run circles across it, slow and steady.
You mewled, arse moving backwards to press against him, then moving forward again to buck into his touch. The warmth of his cock between your thighs had your pussy fluttering, leaking.
“John…” You whispered, flexing the muscles of your thighs, the sensation against John’s cock making him groan. You begged, “Please, I need you.”
“Then you’ll have me,” he whispered back, the ruddy tip of his cock finally snagging against your entrance. He slowly, slowly began pushing inside, splitting you open with a soft, wet sound. He moaned against your neck. “You’ll have me forever, sweetheart. Whenever you want me, you’ll have me.”
John bottomed out with one final lazy snap of his hips against your arse. You both moaned, the air around you warm and thick like honey.
His cock reached so deeply inside you, nudging the pliant plug of your cervix with each rut. His movements never left you empty, keeping you stretched open around his girth. Your cunt squeezed him, dribbling along your inner thighs now as he rocked into you, the mattress creaking beneath you both.
The finger in your clit sped up, the circles deepening and quickening in pace, timed with his thrusts as they grew faster and faster, still lazy, but coordinated and intent on dragging you to release.
The pleasure was sickly sweet, parting the veil of sleep with ease. You could taste it on your tongue, the precipice of your orgasm, and the many more to come— sweet and warm against the wintery rain outside. Just like John.
“John…” You whimpered, your body tightening, sweat building along your already-dewy skin.
“That’s it, sweetheart, doing so well for me. My good girl. My pretty wife,” he praised, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you every damn time. He drank in your moans, an elixir he had longed for since the moment you two separated, and continued his thrusts. Kissing your neck, he asked, “Will you marry me?”
“Yes—!” And you came around him, moaning loudly, writhing and spasming as your orgasm wracked through you. It was intense and hot and it had your pussy clenching around John’s cock like a vice.
Your acceptance made him moan, moan your name, and then come deep inside you, painting your slick walls white.
For a long while, he held you to him, cock still inside you, but the two of you weren’t in any hurry to part from one another. You felt sticky all over, skin tacky with sweat and cum, but you couldn’t care less. Wrapped up in your ex— your husband’s arms, was all that mattered.
“I love you,” John said to you. “Always have. Always will.”
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remembers ntrvember fic
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I return from the void to inform y’all that nu carnival is insane
5 star edmond at ascension 3 and only 1 event olivine
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hello! would you do the nsfw alphabet for viktor? its alright if not! instead you could do cuddling viktor headcanons!
You bet I would! 👀 Also this is my first time doing this headcanon type of thing so I hope you'll like it! ❤ (Also my first ever nsfw type of writing so I hope this won't suck!) These are ofc my personal thoughts and it was really hard to resist the urge to start every sentence with 'I think', but yeah. I hope you'll like it! Lemme take a cold shower after writing this
NSFW Alphabet with Viktor
Warnings: Obviously, nsfw under the cut, 18+ only loves. ❤
Viktor x gn!Reader
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):
Viktor is a gentle lover when it comes to taking care of you after sex, he makes sure that you have everything you need. He loves cuddling, letting you know how much he loves you and cherishes you.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):
His favorite body part of his are his hands and his manhood because he just loves how good he can make you feel with them, making you whimper and moan under his touch. He loves your whole body but if he had to choose his favourite it would be probably your lips and your butt.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person):
He loves to cum inside you while kissing you deeply, while being a moaning mess. Occasionally he asks you if he could cum on you, either your chest or face, and he's always very helpful with cleaning you up afterwards, praising how good you are for him. When you go down on him he's not shy to taste himself on your lips when kissing you after the act.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):
He doesn't really have a lot of really dirty secrets, but he loves when you call him Professor or Sir from time to time. He loves praising and being praised.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):
Viktor is definitely not a virgin when the two of you meet. He is not as experienced as his friend, Jayce of course, but he knows what he's doing. He's very attentive and he picks up on what you like and don't like pretty fast, making the sex amazing with him.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual):
Any position where he can kiss you and look at your face during the act.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc):
He's very serious while making love to you. His main goal is to make you feel good, to let you know how much you are loved, praise falling from his lips constantly. 'Look at you. So good for me.' After the act he's a smiling, cuddly mess.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.):
Usually there are a lot of things on Viktor's mind so he forgets about these things, but he never lets it get out of hand.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…):
He never fails to tell you how much he loves you during sex, one way or the other. Let it be a low and sensual 'I love you' while you're making out during sex, or an 'I love how good you are for me, taking me so well.' His hands and lips are always on you, he just can't get enough.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon):
Viktor is a busy man so he doesn't have a lot of time to touch himself. Only occasionally, when he's extremely frustrated or haven't seen you for a while, he thinks about your body and the way you touch him and he's hard in an instant.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks):
Viktor is a soft dom, he loves when you call him names, and when you tell him you're all his and noone else's. He loves praising you, but on occasion when he had a hard day he loves to be rough with you, pulling your hair a bit and leaving marks on your skin everywhere.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do):
Usually your bed or the couch.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going):
He loves to be touched, and he adores when you talk dirty to him. If he's buried in his research at his desk in your home, all you have to do is slide your hands under his shirt and whisper into his ear how much you want him to make you feel good, to feel him, to give him what he wants and he'll be a mess in seconds, pulling you into him and kissing you hard.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):
He wouldn't have sex in the lab when there are potentially dangerous stuff in there. He loves you and it's horrible when he wants you so bad at that moment but can't have you, but he wouldn't risk you guys knocking something over and get hurt. He'd rather wait a bit more and go home to your place.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc):
He loves it, both giving and getting. He adores the way he can make you into a moaning mess, and he loves the feeling of your lips on him just as much.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.):
He's somewhere between the two, he usually keeps a steady pace, and switches between sensual and rough based on how the two of you prefer it at that moment.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):
He's obsessed with work and pretty busy so quickies are not rare, most of the times in the morning before he leaves to the lab, but when you two have enough time he likes to take it, teasing and paying all his attention to you, enjoying the moment.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):
He likes to experiment (he's a scientist after all) but he's not really a risk taker, let it be unprotected sex or getting caught in the action, he's usually very careful and responsible.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…):
Viktor has a pretty high level of self control, he usually finishes after you or with you. If he cums from your hand or mouth first, he definitely can go on for a while after that.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):
He doesn't own toys and on his own he doesn't really use them, but he's very encouraging if you are into them or want to use them, and is more than happy to help you out.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):
He's such a tease. He loves loves teasing you until you are a whimpering mess just begging him to fuck you.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make):
He's not loud. You have to work hard to get a few moans and groans out of him but when you do they are the most rewarding and sexy sounds you ever heard. However he loves to talk during sex. Praising, dirty talk, whatever, he just loves to let you know how much he cherishes you.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice):
As much as Viktor enjoys being a dom, he enjoys submitting to you just as much. Letting you push him onto the bed, tease him, make him beg.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words):
Besties we all know this is canon he is huge.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):
It really depends on a lot of things. Viktor is a workaholic and when he's deep in research it consumes all his thoughts, sometimes creating tension between you. Other times he just can't get enough of you and his thoughts are filled with you and all the ways he wants to make you feel good.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):
After sex he helps to clean you up and make you comfortable, then after a little cuddling and talking he comfortably falls asleep, or waits until you fall asleep and sneaks out from next to you to work at his desk during the night.
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returns from void after scrolling on twt...
so ntrvember huh
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touch - kaeya/reader
nsfw, if you’re underage/an ageless blog please dni thank you
further notes: dom reader, sub kaeya, essentially, you give him a handjob at the tavern
your lingering touches make kaeya feel as though his skin is lit aflame. from the small of his back to just the lightest brushes against his hips. to your hands moving towards his thighs as you sit at the tavern after a long day of work.
‘rigorous, truly,’ you say raising your chilled glass before downing the drink. your fellow knights around you raising their own drinks in kind as kaeya fidgeted beside you.
grateful that you had pulled him to one of the back tables as your free hand pumped him slowly. fingers wrapped around the base as kaeya could do nothing except pray you felt kind enough to let him cum.
although he doubted it with how you seemed to indulge the occasional recruit that was brave enough to speak to not just the cavalry captain but to you as well, a legendary commander in your own right. and without a vision no less!
‘is- is sir kaeya alright?’ one recruit asked, concern lining his brow.
you simply nod with a laugh and a smile, ‘don’t worry about dear kaeya here, he’s just catching up on some well needed rest.’
a slight pump to his cock has kaeya flinching, the contact welcome yet damning as he tried to collect himself in the dark corner of the tavern. raising his head as he downs another death after noon.
they quickly nod, although quickly flush as they realize that both yours and his attention were on them, scurrying off to rejoin their little group to no doubt cheer at being able to be so close to such popular knights.
and that seems to be it, as kaeya slumps against the wooden chair that squeaks with the movement, ‘please’ a soft plea that only reaches your ears.
and perhaps it’s the way he pours cutely, visible eye shimmering and clear with the want. or it’s the way he’s all but in the palm of your hands (well, in this case, hand).
and quickly, your hand moves up and down faster, the cavalry captain chokes on air as he crosses his legs.
you lean over, as though to grab the jacket behind his chair, moving to whisper in his ear, ‘it’s okay starlight, let go.’
release is quick. once more does kaeya count himself lucky that you both sat in the dark corner of the tavern, leaning against your shoulder as he catches his breath.
‘how cruel’ he pouts, and you snort, your clean hand brushing stray hairs away from his forehead.
‘was it okay?’ and quickly it’s you that was the concern lining your features. and kaeya simply leans over more, pressing a kiss to your lips and you all but melt.
‘no, it was perfect.’
you smile brightly. and carefully, you help kaeya clean himself (and he avoids the sudden wave of satisfaction as you lick your fingers clean, you wink and he laughs) and become presentable. it’d do no good to suddenly flash a whole tavern (although he had a feeling there would be those who wanted to see him and you like that). your tab is payed and you both are off into the city.
he pulls you into one of the dark alleys, where only the faint glow from the street lights and the moon illuminate the way. shoes clicking against the cobblestone streets.
‘well, what about continuing where we left off?’ he purrs, warm breath tickling the back of your neck.
‘maybe,’ you trail off, ‘but i think i would rather have you falling apart and crying my name in the privacy of our bedroom starlight.’
and kaeya’s mouth waters at the thought as you gently take his hand and guide him to your home.
rosaria later stares at him unamused as he fidgets on the barstool the following evening. and further grows incensed when he swoons over your touch, although the theatrics more to tease her more than anything.
#kaeya alberich x reader smut#kaeya x reader smut#genshin impact smut#genshin impact x reader smut#genshin kaeya x reader smut#[gi]
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Now be a good boy, Naoya.
#jesus fucking christ I’m choking on my crackers god#HIS TITS ARE HUGE SO TRUE#[jjk]#gonna leave this mf crying oh my god#- art
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negotiation
- in which sanzu learns how you and mikey “settle” a dispute
bonten!mikey/reader ( +bonus sanzu/reader)
cw: dom/gn! reader (it’s either a dick or strap being used ig), voyeur sanzu lowkey, overstim just bc i think mikey look very pretty while doing so <3 and so does sanzu
note(s): NSFW !!! NSFW !!! NSFW !!! inspired by this one art i saw of zh//ongli and i just haven’t been the same since but i fucking lost the link and now am dying,
platinum blonde hair sticks to his forehead, eyes wide, back arched while he remains all but pliant in your lap.
you’re not quite certain which orgasm it was that you lost mikey, eyes unfocused, drool falling from his mouth. he’s flush against the couch in the large room. you sigh, he really couldn’t make it to the bed could he?
with the back of your hand you give a small pat against his cheek, he only moans, arm hiding his eyes, well, at least he wasn’t passed out, yet, with the way he was breathing so heavily.
the hand that nudged him moves to his hair, giving it a tug just to hear him squeak. your laughter is quiet.
“so debauched mikey,” you tut, “don’t tell me all bonten executives are like this when their leader is.” your hand grips him at the base, tip already red and leaking. making the cock ring all the more prominent against him. manjiro for as much as he wants to, doesn’t dare pull your hand away, the consequences already clear from the redness of his chest, covered with bites.
you pick up the weak groans from beside you, your other hand still keeping the little intruder occupied. fingers lazily pushing inside.
“and you,” you scold the pink haired man, “when your dear boss comes to i’m sure we’ll have a strong talk about eavesdroppers.” the last part is hissed out, as your fingers sharply jab against him. causing sanzu to flinch and press down against the side of the couch, legs shaking as an orgasm is forced out of him again.
just how did he get here?
he had assumed that like another vip, you would have a regular private meeting with mikey, whatever the details were, aware that your expression was stormy at best, it was important enough to have the floor cleared, and well sanzu wasn’t one to follow such a thing, opting to stay nearby in case he was needed. usually he would be too high out of his mind to notice and would’ve followed.
he had believed that was proven true when he hears a sharp shout come from the lone room, mikey’s personal room. sword drawn as he slowly approaches the door, left just the slightest bit ajar.
he was not expecting the sight he was greeted with. you positioned over mikey, who was on his back while you move your hips, his mouth open as weak gasps and moans left his chapped lips. with how easily mikey had obeyed your commands, he had to wonder, had you both done this before?
besides the fact, the way new and old and fading marks littered his skin, clearly claimed as your own, hand marks on his ass a bright red.
you were speaking lowly, whatever it was having the normally stoic bonten leader nodding eagerly, almost aiming his hips towards your own just to have you deeper.
sanzu licks his lips, pants feeling tighter and warmth growing across his face. whether it was your sheer control over it all, or mikey’s lack of it, but it was hot. he sheaths his sword, about to retreat in order to find a bathroom to rub one out at the very nice imagery left behind in his mind, only when he looks up by chance, finding your eyes staring into his own.
you lean down, pointing at the door way with a vicious smile, “see that? i guess your executives are starting to learn how much of a whore you are.”
walking forward rigidly as ordered, sanzu’s eyes widened at the expression of shock on mikey’s face.
and somehow, that’s how he ended up here.
slumped over the side of the couch as your fingers keep his ass plugged. weapon thrown to the side as he loses himself to the muddled pleasure.
“when your dear boss comes to, i’m sure we’ll have a strong talk about eavesdropping.” the strong push of your fingers against the sensitive spots makes sanzu nearly scream, instead babbling uselessly against the old leather of the couch as you wring out another orgasm from him.
“what do we say?” you hum, shallowly thrusting inside of mikey still.
“I’m sorry! I’m sosososo sorryyyyyyyy!” sanzu babbles, slowly words becoming gibberish as he attempts for more friction from your fingers.
you look at him, an appraising look on your face, “we’ll work on it.”
you peer down at mikey, arm covering his eyes, and your expression is wicked, removing the cock ring while simultaneously jerking him off, and that’s when he finally loses it, body almost convulsing, the leg on your shoulder shaking as you watch mikey’s eyes roll up, arm falling and laying uselessly at his side.
his breathes even out, ah, he finally passed out, eyes unseeing, sanzu slumps over, whining as you pull out your fingers.
you could leave them like this, all fucked out, and so pretty. but out of the kindness of your heart, you instead lift mikey first, leaving him on the bed while you at least make sure sanzu does not fall over, at least wiping off the mess mikey left behind.
the warm rag in your hands elicits a soft moan as you clean them off, with the way they seemed to seek your warmth, it was almost, cute.
it’s so nice when negotiations go well.
#tokyorev smut#manjiro sano smut#haruchiyo sanzu smut#[tokyorev]#tokyo revengers smut#manjiro sano x reader smut#haruchiyo sanzu x reader smut
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helppp this art has been on my brain but i lost the fucking link im so
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peg the misogyny out of naoya 2021
cw pegging, implied afab!reader but they aren’t given specific pronouns
smth short bc idk man why not
pls dni and keep scrolling if you’re underage or nsfw makes you uncomfy
he looks so pretty like this. pretty and pliant.
your hands gripping the undersides of his thighs keeping his legs up while all he can do is grab the pillow and try (and fail) at muffling himself.
“you-! you-!” comes from the man beneath you in choked whispers.
you place a hand to your ear, humming, “what was that? i couldn’t hear you.”
his face is already flushed, eyes watery from the stimulation from the harsh movements of your hips against him.
and he doesn’t speak, instead throwing his head back, you see the way his skin turns read, his mouth partially opened as he inhales and exhales rapidly.
to others, naoya zenin doesn’t look to bad, on the inside however, is where the real nitty gritty part he keeps hidden away. the arrogance. and you love being the reason why he breaks.
you squeeze his thighs again, and naoya only looks up at you with half lidded eyes, hands letting go of the pillow. before his mouth twists in a sneer, “is that all you’ve got?”
but the way his lip trembles is all you need to know.
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Genshin Impact (NSFW husbando ver.) click and drag game!
MINORS DNI
warnings: flashing images, NSFW content/sexual themes
characters included: diluc, kaeya, childe/tartaglia, zhongli, dainsleif, albedo, xiao, baizhu
*general game notes/how to play
guide: the numbers correspond to the actions/relations below
FWB
Lose your virginity to
Hate-fuck with
Has lewd fantasies about you
Possessive of you
Ex
Pleasures you the best
Baby Daddy
End up marrying
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Dante x reader nsfw
ahhh spring break is so close and so is he dkshskdk
note(s): spicy themes ahead (and under the cut), they’re also in headcanon format because I wasn’t sure what you wanted
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Dante is nothing short of a giver. Making sure you’re pleasured as much as he is. He’ll probably make you have 2 or 3 orgasms before his own, the sight of you out of breath, face flushed, eyes nearly rolled back, and trembling you feel does things to him. And he has the stamina to give you many more if you want it. Thanks to his demon blood, he can go for a long time. And he is insatiable to that sight, every time you moan out his name, he starts to go harder and faster, reaching his own peak.
He’s all for any positions, but he really loves the ones when you both are face to face, it feels a lot more intimate to him. He’s also ready to go like wherever. Like most of the time, your friends have to knock really loudly as there have been some instances that they’ve walked in on you going at it. Sometimes you won’t even make it to your room to do the do, but instead, he’ll have you splayed out on his desk, or when he gets a little frisky while you’re trying to make dinner and you both end up on the kitchen floor. (You may have ended up burning something once so you have to make sure that everything is turned off and the food is off the burner before you let Dante pull you away).
Post-sex cuddling. Dante will pull you close, wrapping his arms around you. Sometimes the two of you just end up falling asleep. Or Dante sometimes ends up grinding against your ass, getting ready for the second round (and the third if possible).
Definitely not as loud as one may think, yeah he’ll give the occasional grunt and groan but he can control his volume. More often then not, he’ll leave love bites on your neck and shoulders, as he has a bigger interest in the noises that you’re making.
Dante is a very large fan of lingerie, especially when it’s the kind that covers just enough skin but still shows off every part of your body.
He can sometimes be a kinky bastard, but he’s a “your consent to certain kinks is first” kinky bastard. I cannot stress this enough, he won’t do anything you may not like/refuse to do in the bedroom. Yeah, you two do experiment sometimes, but only if you both are truly comfortable with an idea.
And because it makes me laugh, Dante did wear the Faust hat in the bedroom once. You laughed hard at his ride a cowboy joke (but you still fucked him because you are a moronsexual and that’s that), and you haven’t let him live it down since.
Yeah this is all I got tumlr pls don’t flag me skjdgjdksjlkgakjgs
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Nsfw oneshot Ravus x fem!reader & prompt "Hey, cut it out. It’s the holidays" 😚
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A lingering touch on your hip, another pulling you nearly flush against him as you both dance on the ballroom floor.
Despite being in the Citadel as his sister and the Prince, well King now, had thrown a small ball to celebrate the approaching holiday and new year, where he would scold behavior like this, Ravus had no qualms about his touches, both frisky and not.
“You’re no fair,” You whine, after he pulls away from another deep kiss, one that left you both breathless and weak in the knees.
Ravus said nothing, but his usual stern look made way for a hint of a teasing smile and you gape at him in surprise.
No way, Ravus of all people-! If you weren’t surrounded by a good amount of Lucis’ and Tenebrae’s nobility you would have let out a less than dignified curse.
But instead, you smile in return. And Ravus blinks, before raising an eyebrow in interest.
Taking his hand, you lead him to the ballroom floor again, this time standing much closer as you both begin to dance anew.
Particularly when he twirls you around, your hands linger just above the waistband of his pants. You hear him inhale.
Later when the festivities die down and you both have snuck off to a much more, private, setting, Ravus, keeping you in place, both hands on the side of your head, eyes focused only on you.
You only grin, “Hey cut it out, it’s the holidays.”
Ravus breathes out a laugh.
Despite your believed discreetness, hearing rumors of ghosts in the Citadel, who’s noises were just hidden away by the crowd of people, you both flush the next time you meet your in-law, who’s knowing smile makes you want to hide under your reports.
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