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van1llam1lkk · 6 months

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Kinktober week 2 — Virgins

[ nsfw | CW ; First time, missionary, praise, body worship, Size difference, mentions of breeding, cream pie, pussy drunk, light overstim, Oral(F receiving), themes of making it fit, cock warming at the end, Dubcon(just in case) ]

Male x Female Reader

a/n ; I've been going through brain rot about sweet ol' virgins with big dicks... which is really the only excuse as to why Fujio exists now.

wc ; 2.1k

Synopsis — Loosing your virginity to your equally inexperienced big dick boyfriend... That's it.

Your fingers smooth over the ivory silk, tips tickled by the fine threads, "You don't think it's..." You trail off into a unfinished question eyes flickering over to his.

He stays silent for the most part, gingerly grabbing your hands and stopping them from running over the wrinkles in the fabric in favor of pulling them above your head.

"We can probably still trade it back in—" You continue on, nervously squirming under his intense gaze.

"No... You look pretty in this." He mumbles softly, "And it's only fair to dress you up like a princess, right?" He asked, tilting his head. You hesitantly nod, trying to relax your body.

He looked so pretty from this angle, pinning you against the soft mattress, observant eyes undressing you. It was a little unnerving honesty, Fujio wasn't the type of person to be this... Quiet.

But considering this was your first time, with each other. With him it makes some sense as to how serious he is being.

A soft warm kiss is planted against your temple, letting his weight settle in between your legs. "I can't believe this is all for me." He whispers, a shaky quiver entering his words.

Large hands wonder down your body, playing with frills and squeezing at anything they could get on- Chest, hips, thighs.

A strained whimper escapes your lips as his hands trailed down your body, the soft touch of his fingers as they explored your curves making you shiver.

You swear— with how hard your heart heart is pounding you might have a heart attack.

He leans down, soft lips pressing up against yours. Even with his position you can still feel how anxious he is, carful with every movement as if you you'd break if he made one wrong move.

You lean into the kiss, it's different gentle and passionate. Only familiar to the many nights you two spent grinding against each other eager for one's warmth.

Your hands entangled themselves into his long black hair, lightly tugging on the strands until a soft groan escapes into the kiss.

His hands worm their way in between your thighs teasing your clit beneath the ivory colored silk. Applying only the bare minimum of pressure to get you whimpering into the kiss- whimpers that he greedily eats up.

Eventually he pulls away, panting heavily. Gaze lingering on your face before looking down at your sex where his hand was busy teasing.

Thumb swiping over your sensitive nub. Lust filled eyes admiring how your panties started dampening. "Your so pretty." He breathes out in a sigh, letting his free hand come down to hold your squirming hips still.

You blush, shifting your gaze away from his intense stare in favor of looking at the ceiling. "N-Not as pretty as you." You stammer out, unable to think straight with the how frustrated your getting with the minimal pressure he's using — Enough to have you whimpering and shuddering but nowhere near enough to bring you to the edge.

His thumb continues stroking you, a small smile adorning his lips at how impatient you're getting. "You are." He whispers, leaning down to kiss your form.

Small, light kisses that he placed down against your neck, collar bones, breasts, all of them just a little too close to your chest to be considered "decent".

"Fujio..." You breath out, his last kiss was placed directly on top of your cunt.

"May I?" He hesitantly asks eyes fixated on the twitches of your pussy beneath the damp material.

You bite your lip, hesitating for the briefest of moments before nodding your head.

"Oh, you don't know how long I've been waiting to taste you." He quickly says voice shaky with anticipation, leaning in to give your clit a slow, teasing lick.

A pleasant sigh escapes your lips from the warm sensation of his tongue. Shifting your position so your legs were sat atop his shoulders. The sensation was more pleasant than you thought, his tongue warm and wet with saliva.

Your hands find his way through his hair again, whimpering at his experimental licks and sucks, His eyes staring up at your face to see what made your already faltering composure crumble more.

If your eyes hadn't fluttered shut you could've seen the way his hips seemed to grind against the mattress, chasing some kind of simulation in its tight confines.

It wasn't long until he found a pace, mouth latched onto your pussy— Staining the already wet panties with spit.

" F-fuck Fujio~" You whimpered, already shut eyes squeezing together. "Please— please don't stop." You stammered out, thighs twitching around his head.

He moaned into your pussy, his own hips mindlessly humping into the mattress. Fingers digging into the fat of your hip pulling it deeper into his face.

You swallow thickly, the hand in his hair tightening into a fist while the other grabs at the blankets beneath you.

"Close— m' so close fuck." You warned trying to keep your thighs from squeezing shut and suffocating him.

With a brief moment of hesitation he pulls his mouth off of your cunt, A wet 'pop' sound following.

Your glossy eyes fluttered open, a confused, frustrated whine escaping you as you rub your knees together. Trying to keep that orgasm from slipping away but it had already disappeared.

"M' so sorry baby, I— I just wanna feel you come on m' cock." He panted heavily, shoving his pants down just enough to free his already leaking cock.

"You— you can do that for me right? Yeah, I know you can." He quickly said, his own composure slipping because he finally gets to feel you around him, pussy fluttering and clenching because of him.

Giving himself a few good strokes to smear the pre along his length.

You eyes slightly widen at the size, you're not sure what's different about now compared to the steamy nights you two would hump each other— Maybe because unlike those other times he's actually going to fuck you.

"I don't think it'll fit—" You say under your breath, eyeing the tip. Could he even fit the tip in?

You know it's just the virgins anxiety getting to you, but why did God decide to make his dick look so big?

"It'll fit, I'll make it fit if I have to." He says, leaning down to kiss you again. "I'll just take it slow alright darling?" He adds a moment later.

You hesitantly nod your head, opening your legs so he's able to slot himself in between.

He leans over you, hands slowly reaching up to pull your panties down your legs and You obediently kick them off. Trying to keep your mind off of the heavy thumping of your heart or the increasing anxiety.

It's a little funny seeing his own eyes widening at the sight of your glistening pussy, a smile he's clearly trying to fight off forming onto his face.

"Your so pretty like this." He whispered, placing a hand right next to your head with the other one slapping the tip of his cock against your clit.

Savouring the way your hips tried squirming into the sensation.

He carefully pushes the tip against your entrance. A little frown forming on his face when it slipped past for the third time, a sigh of content leaving him when your own hand goes down and guides his length into you.

Just the head was enough to make you want to weep at the overwhelming feeling of something big inside you.

"Shit—" You cursed, squeezing your tear-filled eyes shut.

"Relax baby" he panted, slowly sinking into you pretty little whimpers and praise spilling from his lips.

He bit at his lips the second he bottomed out, "Fuck, you're so tight-" he whimpered, peppering your face with kisses. "oh I' feel like m' gonna cum already." He slurred out. You can feel him trembling, it's not from coldness but from the effort he's putting into not thrusting his hips.

"Tell- tell me when I can move." He huffed out, holding your hips closely up to his pelvis.

The two of you stay in that position for what felt like eternity, bodies closely pressed up against each other, breathing in each other's heavy pants. "I love you, I love you so much." You whispered wrapping legs around his waist.

"I love you too, I love you so so much— you're perfect, everything I ever could want and more" He rambled trying to stay focused on how pretty you look right now.

Glossy eyes staring lovingly at him, it's enough to have his cock twitching inside of you.

You swallow thickly, running fingers through his hair. Though a part of you wants to stay like this forever— There was a primal part that was starting become overwhelming, focusing on how nicely he stretched you out, how good it must feel when he drags his dick along those gooey, tender spots that has your toes curling and eyes rolling back in pleasure.

And those thoughts are starting to feel more appealing by the second, with a shaky exhale you whisper a meek

"M' ready—" Oh but before you could even let the last word leave your mouth he's already pulling out of you, till only his tip remained in before snapping his hips forward.

Greedy hands holding your hips tightly, to keep you in place as he fucked into you. "Thank— thank you." He says in between pretty gasps and groans, he wasn't even doing anything special. But with how thick he was, it grinded against everything just right, blunt head hitting spots you didn't even knew existed inside of you.

His eyes eagerly fixated on the way he seemed to sink and pull out of you so easily when just a moment ago he needed help getting it inside you in the first place.

"Haaa, please don't stop—" You whined, fingers tightening their grip on the blankets.

You can't tell whether it' feels amazing or agonizing, the way it feels like he's forcing space inside of you- bullying into your pussy with each heavy thrust of his hips.

"Shit oh, I can't— not now don't wanna cum now." He cursed under his breath, leaning his weight into you to fuck deeper.

That was all it took before your brain was short-circuiting, mindless pleas' and babbles spilling from your lips. Legs tightly wrapped around his waist, wanting more.

A shaky hands move over to your clit, rubbing sticky circles and shapes all over it. "Can— Can you cum on my dick for me? I know you can, you'll be a good girl for me right?" He babbled, equally as fucked out as you— which is saying something.

Wet squelching sounds ringing through the air everytime his hips made contact, slick and precum wetting the creaky bed beneath the two of you.

Your eyes fall shut, head lolling to the side. "Fu—fuck, you feel so good." You panted out, unable to form words properly any longer.

"Shit shit shit shit— m' gonna breed you, stuff you full of my cum" Hissing out as his thrusts turn sloppy, sloppy for his standards.

He held your hips in place as he let out a primal grunt, your fluttering hole being filled white with his cum.

Following his orgasm you came undone, the fullness pushing you over the edge as you mindlessly pleaded for more and moaned.

Loud wet slapping sounds resounding through the whole room, thick, sticky pearly whites leaking from his cock and spilling out beneath you, getting onto your thighs with each twitch.

His hips absentmindedly humped into you, fucking his cum deeper into you despite the overwhelming simulation.

"Fuck, I can feel it, I can feel everything" you whimpered out, fingers digging into the blanket beneath you.

He stays like that for a moment, heavily panting against your neck. Hands that kept your hips glued to his pelvis squeezing supportively.

You whimper softly, squirming beneath his weight. "Your squishing me..." You complain trying to push him off with little to no avail. You were about to complain more but he'd whisper something into your ear and though you're not entirely sure what he said, he sounded desperate.

"Mhmm what?" You mumbled internally cringing at the feeling of slick and cum oozing out of your hole.

"I love you." He whispered out, body already succumbing to sleep.

You stay silent for a moment a little smile on your face "I love you too." You whisper, fluttering your eyes shut for a moment. "Fujio you didn't fall asleep did you? You're still on top and inside of me." You asked, squeezing his shoulders lightly.

You never got that answer out of him. His soft breaths tickling your neck, You look up at the ceiling and let your mind fade, his soft breaths lulling you to sleep.

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linkspussy · 3 months

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Thinking abt (chubby) Zelda looking in the mirror one morning like.. : ( have I gained too much weight Link?.. and Link just AGRESSIVELY going full body worship. Like kissing her tummy and thighs and just signing that she's perfect over and over again. He loves her soft, sturdy form beyond words and he'll fist fight anyone who makes her think she's anything but beautiful

#nsft #ramblings #body worship #tw body image #cw body image

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zorosdimples · 8 months

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i’m a firm believer that most people would enjoy having their feet kissed and toes sucked on

#it feels good!#having someone worship every part of your body is MWAH #erase the feet stigma #tw feet #cw feet

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direnightshade · 1 year

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can i please please please pretty please ask for some jack smut but with body worship with jacks hot soft dad bod 😮‍💨

Warnings: Gendered Pet Name

“I love your body,” your murmur into the quietness of the room.

It’s almost immediate, the way that Jack begins to protest, beginning with a groan of displeasure and a dismissive wave of his hand. “Don’t start,” he replies, elongating the first of the two words, causing it to drag out slightly. “You know how I feel about that.”

There is a hum of acknowledgement beside him as he feels your finger drifting down his chest and along his rounded abdomen. “And you know how I feel about it, and you.”

Jack shifts against the mattress, the feeling of your leg hooking over his settling him a little, though his cock twitches to life once more. The two of you had spent all morning here in bed with not a care nor errand to tend to—Jack’s face between your thighs, your mouth filled with his cock, the two of you giving and taking moments of blissful ecstasy over and over again until it led you here to this very moment.

“Princess,” he warns, his tone stern though you both know it is nothing more than a gruff act. He doesn’t intend to make you stop—he never does. Jack cannot ever seem to get his fill of you, after all, nor you of him.

He watches as your bottom lip is captured between blunt teeth in a vain attempt to stop the mischievous smile that has already begun to form. You are on him in no time at all, your body hovering over him whilst his hands reach for you on instinct. He can never have enough of you, you know. Just like you cannot get enough of him—each of you praising the other for the soft curves that come together to form the perfect fit for one another in every aspect. Jack’s head knocks against the headboard when your mouth presses kiss after kiss along his thighs, his once soft cock now rigid and straining with anticipation.

“Let me take care of you,” he hears your whisper.

Jack opens his mouth to form a response, but all that is emitted is a long, guttural groan as the head of his cock is enveloped in the wet warmth of your mouth. He can feel the way that your tongue caresses the underside of his cock, taking time to explore the ridges of him as your mouth begins to sink down further—down, down, down until a light gag reverberates in the room. A large palm reaches to settle at the back of your head and like all other times before, he finds himself testing your limits as he urges your head down further until he can feel the back of your throat as it squeezes and contracts all around him. He holds you there momentarily, releasing you when you give him a light pat against the side of his thigh and gag once more. When you come up for air, spittle strings between his cock and your mouth, and Jack thinks—no, knows—that nothing has ever been a more beautiful sight than this.

#Jack Gladney #Jack Gladney x Reader #cw: body worship #cw: spit #cw: light forced gagging #Ask #Anon

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justaghostingon · 1 year

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Alternative Headcanons: Jiang Yanli is Fat and Beautiful

Note: this inspired by @robininthelabyrinth and her alternative headcanons series, where she explores ideas for MDZS outside of popular assumptions. But her prompts are closed so i’ll write it here.

Jiang Yanli is fat. There’s no other way to discribe her. Her stomach is round, her thighs are big, her breasts have swollen, her chin has an extra layer of skin beneath it. She’s fat. There’s no other way to put it.

It is not, as some less understanding folks might assume, because she eats to much or spends to much time in the kitchen. Jiang yanli loves to cook for others but struggles with eating precisely because of those nasty rumors. (To the worry of everyone who loves her.) No. The reason Jiang yanli is fat is because of her illness, a side effect those who have no understanding of medicine blame as the cause, as if any illness where the victim is not pale and thin is nonexistent. (Which illness it is precisely is up to u, I personally am going with cardiomyopathy - an illness of the heart that also has swelling in ankles legs, stomach, etc)

Her mother hates it. Yu zuyan know exactly how much of the marriage market and a ladies reputation is built on her looks. She’s made many comments, and tried to put her on diets, but the doctors always interfere. She made certain to keep the marriage to jin Zixuan going strong though, so her daughter will at least have a stable life, since who else would want her like she is?

Her father worries for her. This is a sign of her illness he knows, and it reminds him his daughter is sick. He also secretly, guiltily, loves it, for it makes his gentle daughter look so different from her severe mother.

Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian adore it. She’s soft and built for hugs. Both of them can bury there heads in her stomach without having to fight for space. She can pillow them on her thighs while they ramble to her about their days. Or get rapped up in her arms after a bad one and hide from the world. They wouldn’t change a thing about her and they’ll fight anyone who says otherwise, because they genuinely can’t understand how anyone could look at her and not see how wonderful her fat is.

Jin Zuxuan at first knew of her appearance only as a burden others teased him of. The “fat fiance” so plain and unattractive. When he was worthy of so much more. He disliked her on principle.

Jin Zuxuan, man who knows the wonders of fat women, would like to punch past him. Past him had not experienced the soft touch, did not understand the joys of her *ehem* assests, inhanced with fat to make them soft and delightful. Or her warm hugs. The way her smile lit up a room, and when she left how her wide back enticed him to follow, and the bounce of her *ehem* rear end, temped him to follow. Didn’t know how wonderful it felt to put arms around her and all the perfect places to fit his hands, an endless array of skin to explore and kiss and touch. Yes Jin Zuxuan loves his wife very much.

Jiang Yanli herself struggled with her appeaance. The whispers of her mothers posion in her ear still lingered long after she left. There was a time she couldn’t bear to look in the mirror and see herself as she was. But her brothers needed her. They needed her warm hugs, and her size, to hold them both at once so neither felt they were left out, and so she loved herself as an object of comfort, soft for them.

Then the war came, she lost everything, but that didn’t matter. she was needed to tend to the sick and cook. She bandaged up those who had lost limbs, who had horrific scars, or were silent and staring, marked by a force she could not see. And she held them, fed them, and tried to comfort them through their change.

Her eye caught once on a reflective surface, curves her own testiment to another war inside her, one she had fought all her life. And she thought it good that she had something in common with her patients, even if she couldn’t join them in the fight.

When Jin zuxuan proposes, she does not think of her body. She thinks of the foolish man who has grown so much, who is so tired of the war, but would dig his hands in the dirt to make her a lotus pond. The man who she has always loved who has finally, finally loved her back. When she does think on it, she supposes that like her brothers, jin zuxuan needs comfort after the war, and has chosen her accordingly.

She sneaks with jiang cheng to yiling to show her wedding dress to wei wuxian. Her brother looks so tired, so thin, but his eyes light up when he sees her in red, and he claims she is the most beautiful woman under the sun. He has always been like this, so quick to compliment, but perhaps because it has been so long, perhaps because she can see the way his eyes soften at the sight of her, that for the first time, she begins to believe him.

That night at the inn, she takes a second look at herself, just as she is. Soft black eyes framed by dark lashes, big lips and a gentle nose. Round cheeks, double chin. Smooth skin not unmarred , hands calloused with signs of love and care she’s placed in her food and medicene. Round stomach with Love handles, wide hips and soft thighs. She sees herself, and knows for the first time without a doubt, that she is beautiful, just as she is.

#alternate headcanons #alternative headcanons #alternative mdzs headcanons #mdzs #jiang yanli #fat positive #jiang yanli is beautiful in any form and everyone needs to bow down in worship #xuanli #wei wuxuan #jiang cheng #jiang fengmian #yu ziyuan #jin zixuan #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #cw: fatphobia #not much but it is discussed #also references to body shaming

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deepdisireslonging · 2 years

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Perfect to Me

The Reader isn’t a fan of house galas, no matter their necessity. When one reporter questions too deep into the Wayne couple’s personal life, she questions why and how Bruce picked her. Until he show her those reasons.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader (married)

Warnings/Promises: alcohol/food cw, public toy use, body insecurities, body worship, SMUT, oral (female receiving), window smut

Word Count: 2920

Note: I’m imagining Bruce and the Reader to be older in this fic. Mid to late 40’s or so. There’s not enough older Bruce fics, or ones with an older Reader.

Some women like to wear make-up, some don’t. Some like to don a dress that makes them feel nice, others prefer jeans and a favorite t-shirt. You didn’t mind getting dolled up for galas, press reports, and other such things. Most times you looked forward to them. But when they were in your own home… they lasted an eternity and you would have preferred they were downtown.

Dinners at Wayne Manor always went one of two ways. Option one: everything according to plan. Option two: everything went wrong.

Take a wild guess how this one went.

Dinner as a descriptor was misleading. It was more of a “show off Wayne Manor to the press and to high status citizens to display and establish dominance without being vulgar.” At least this dinner had extra security. Last time, a late-staying guest had made it up to the second floor, widely known to be the private floor, and about got taken out by Damian coming back from an early mission.

“Another glass of wine, Mrs. Wayne?” Alfred offered you the tray with some glasses on it. His eyes gleamed with the knowing look of what your answer would be, and that you needed to vent.

You held up half-full glass to decline. “As much as I want to down this and take another,” you whispered, “that would be the exact second one of those cameras would flash and it would be all over the papers. After you’ve circled the room, perhaps a cup of tea?”

“Rosehip? With a squeeze of lemon?”

“You’re amazing.”

As Alfred walked away, a reporter and a handful of people circled to pepper you with questions about things they already knew. It was drab, mind-numbing, and frustrating. But you held back a small smile.

If they only knew what Bruce had slipped under your dress before you both entered the grand hall… the papers would be ecstatic.

Across the room, Bruce caught your eye. Smoothly, he adjusted to “reflect”, slipping hid hands into his pockets. You inhaled, breathing with the increased vibration of the toy in your panties. He continued to talk, swaying one hand to emphasize a point while the other about swayed you off your feet. When your circle inquired about your health, you gave the usual answer of not being able to handle much alcohol. They tittered on cue, and that should have been the end of it.

“Surely you haven’t recovered from your college reign, have you Mrs. Wayne? I hear you and Bruce used to make quite the team back in the day.”

You angled towards the man who spoke. Ah. The new reporter, if that’s what you could call him. The one with two first names and a popular titillating blog about the private lives of Gotham’s elites. “I like to think we’ve both matured since then. Quality, not quantity, Mr. Jason Jacobs.”

He grinned. “And he certainly found quality in you.” It made you skin crawl with the once-over he gave you. “I hear you’re the one who finally calmed him down, inspired him to start all your charities. Is that true?”

What was he fishing for? “I was hardly his only source. This city is inspiring to so many people. Bruce is one of several who want to give back to the city that built them, the one that takes it’s toll at times, and the city that is always in need.” You shook your head. “I didn’t need to inspire the charities. Gotham’s heart did. And Bruce didn’t need calming down. A thousand photos taken from a thousand angles of one drink does not equate to needing soothing.” Across the room, your husband faced the sound of his name. He saw your angled brow and the tightening grip on your glass. Another reporter pulled him back into the fray, leaving this one with you.

The bastard had you hooked, and you both knew it.

“Alright, so he didn’t need you to… sooth him.” Mr. Jordan’s head cocked to one side, shifting his grin to the other cheek. “Perhaps he drew you into his… wildness, shall we say. His former partners have said he was proficient in bed, and well stocked in… tools.”

“I don’t see how any of this is your business. Nor is it kind of inquiry I usually accept in my house.”

He dipped his head, leaning in a mock bow. “My apologies, Lady Wayne-“

“Mrs. Wayne.”

“Mrs. Wayne.” Jason Jacobs stepped back, once again looking you up and down making you flinch. “But one does have to wonder… how you compare to the women Mr. Wayne had stepped out with. All gorgeous, yourself included. But you’re the one he latched onto. This inquiry is what inspires me.”

Before you could reply, the vibrator ramped up, hollowing your throat. Thrumming with so much anger, you hadn’t remembered it was going. Bruce caught your glass, quickly exchanging it for your favorite teacup. Alfred whisked by to take the glass, nodding in acknowledgment of your thanks.

“That inquiry might inspire the need to show you to the door,” Bruce said, placing his hand on the low of your back after stopping the toy. “Is it necessary?”

“Not at all.” To his neighbor’s shock, he took the glass out of his hand and downed it in a gulp. “I’ll find it myself eventually.” With another pseudo-bow, he wandered off. A glance from Bruce, and the guard against the far wall knew to keep a close eye on him.

Bruce kissed the side of your head. “Might I invite you for some cake?”

You smiled, distracted even though your veins hummed with irritation. “Is it chocolate?”

“Should be. You ordered it.”

An announcement was made for everyone to move into the grand hall. A cake large enough to feed the group, without waste, and enough to flaunt your “woman of the house” ability to party. It was an overly grandiose cake by your standards, but the crowd oohed and ahhed and applauded, so it must have been alright. You two stood on the small stage that pretty much remined constructed. Bruce made the speech for the night’s reason, thanked the right people, and thanked you for good measure. Then, as the crowd murmured and circled round for their treat, he leaned to whisper in your ear.

“Thank you for putting up with all this. I’m sorry it was one of ‘those’ banquets.” He kissed your temple, then ran his nose down your jawline. “And I’m sorry the tease I tried to use wasn’t enough of a distraction.”

You hummed, leaning into him. “I’m sure you’ll make it up to me.”

He smiled, kissing you deeply. Someone off in the crowd shouted, “get a room!”

“If you guys would hurry up and eat your cake, we would have been there by now!” You laughed, accepting the slice from Alfred, only to dallop a bit of icing on Bruce’s nose. Camera’s flashed, catching the moment of him spreading it along your jawline. Tomorrow, somebody was sure to make parallels to your wedding, but you didn’t care.

Bruce had turned up the toy again. He turned it down so you could focus enough to cut another morsel, then set it high as you took the bite. As you hummed around your fork, Bruce adjusted his stance. He turned so the growing bulge in his pants wasn’t obvious. It took forever to get the last guest out the front door. All the while, he kept increasing and decreasing the vibrations at the worst possible moments, taking delight when you would have to take an extra breath before speaking or would grip his wrist like a vice. Nobody seemed to notice, including Jason Jacobs, who gave you a wide berth while shaking Bruce’s hand. A guards followed him out to make sure he and his ride made it out the front gate.

Once catering had left too, Alfred closed all the doors and locked them. He dusted off his hands for good measure.

Bruce checked in with Dick and Tim, co-patrolling tonight, before coming up to the master bedroom.

You both shed your outer layers of clothing in the closet, a precaution to keep bugs and listening devices out of your room. A necessary and annoying precaution. But Bruce made the best of it by kissing your shoulders, your neck, between your shoulderblades, every chance he took. He brought the toy with him when you were both down to your skivvies and could flop down on the bed. The sigh you released as he turned off the last vibration did not match his intended goal.

“Was tonight too much? We can reschedule next month’s event at the Tower instead of here.”

It was a moment before you replied. First, you rolled over to face him. “Why did you settle on me?”

A gentle smile made his eyes sparkle as he matched your pose. “I didn’t settle.” He pushed a lock of your hair out of your face. “I’ll make sure Mr. Jacobs is not invited to another event. I’m not entirely sure how he got one in the first place.”

“It’s not even that. It’s-“ When words failed, you sat up, looking down at your body and remembering what it used to look like when you first married Bruce and fought by Batman’s side. Lost in thought, you didn’t notice Bruce moving to sit against the headboard until he was pulling you into his lap.

He gently tilted your chin up to look you in the eye. “Tell me what’s swirling around in your head.”

You looked down at your chest. Before you could speak, Bruce reached back and undid the clasp to your bra, tossing it away. It didn’t help your train of thought.

“My breasts aren’t as perky as they used to be.”

“They fit into my hands just fine.” He drew a gasp out of you by kneading them. “Or don’t you agree?”

“Maybe.”

You whimpered as he pinched your nipples. With your mouth open for panting, Bruce took advantage to press his lips to yours, equally opened mouthed as you gripped his biceps. He gripped you back. Canting and tilting together, you were soon breathless. But you moaned when his hands worked back to rest on the love handles that hadn’t been there in years past.

“I haven’t been able to keep up my figure as well as I used to. You could have had any pick of housewife…”

“I didn’t need a housewife. I wanted a partner.” He held you close, skimming his hands down to your ass to grip it. “And as for your figure… it’s still perfect to me. It warms under my touch. Bruises beautifully when I want it to. Heals with my help when someone else did the damage.” Nuzzling his nose across your jawline, Bruce dropped to a whisper, “you are all I ever wanted. And I could spend an entire night reminding you of every little detail I love… if you’ll let me.”

You flushed with the possibilities but, “what about out there? Gotham’s finest criminals don’t take a night off when Mrs. Wayne has some insecurities.”

Bruce made a show of reaching over to the speaker on the end table. “Alfred?”

“Yes, Master Bruce?”

“Are the boys off doing their thing tonight?”

“They are, as they say, locked-stocked-and-loaded, Sir.”

Bruce grinned. “Thank you. Keep me posted if they need anything.”

“Unlikely, but I will. Goodnight, Master Bruce.”

A second later, you were in his arms again. He held his lips to your forehead, swaying with you side to side in the dance neither of you had been able to catch earlier in the evening. With a sigh, you relished the warmth of his hands sliding around to the small of your back, then down to rest on the globes of your ass. He guided you to rest on one thigh and to rock against it.

“Mind if I share a few worries of my own?”

“Of course.” You buried your head into his chest, placing your ear against his pectoral to hear his heartbeat.

“Does it bother you that I don’t get hard as quickly as I used to?”

You chuckled. “You seemed pretty turned on earlier when you were toying with me.”

“Ah, but I already had an hour or so imagining what I was going to do to you once we kicked everyone out.”

Reaching down, you cupped his groin. “What did you have in mind?”

“This.” He nudged your head to one side with his own so he could latch onto your sweet spot. He nibbled and sucked there gently. “And this,” he murmured against your skin as he reached for your breast, working through well-known motions to bring your nipples to a peak. “And this.” With his other hand, he dipped beneath the waistband of your panties, sliding his fingers through your slick. “Hmm, doesn’t look like there’s much for me to do there.” He moved to suckle to other side of your neck. “What else could I possibly do to you?”

With a jolt of his hips, he rolled you off, laying you on your back so he could hover over you. His fingers continued to work you to gushing. But his lips moved to nip across your collar bone. Down to the valley of your breasts. Up to one peak, then the other. Then down your stomach, uncaring of its rolls and pudge. Down one thigh, making you cry out when he didn’t move where you wanted. Bruce gave you mercy, drawing down your underwear and admiring your sex, making you squirm. He hopped over to kiss the inside of your other thigh before finally joining his fingers at your sex.

By then, you were canting towards anything resembling an increase to your pleasure. When he finally started to lap at your clit, you moaned loudly, degenerating into calling out his name. He chuckled into your sex. Spurred on, he kept up his movements until your walls clamped around his fingers and drenched his tongue. His lips, sticky with your essence, kissed their way back up your body to mouth at the hollow of your throat.

You reached for his cock, hard and still trapped in his boxers. He grunted into your skin. It was obvious what you wanted to do, but Bruce stopped your crawl down towards his bulge. He lifted you up and had you lean against the window, pressing your chest into the cold glass. At first you struggled, afraid of who might see, even if it was the back of the manor. He shushed you and kissed along your spine.

“I had them modified while you were away with the mayor’s wife last week. They’re one sided, so we can look out, but nobody can look in. And heat blocking, so infrared cameras or devices can’t se us moving around in here from the outside. Not a soul can see us. Perhaps that is a shame, I do love showing you off.” Your hips bucked back, making him groan. He worked out of his boxers so he could run his cock through your slick dripping down your thighs. “Not a soul can see what I’m about to do to you.”

A bit at a time, he worked into you. Slowly, but surely, filling you to the brim. Finally sheathed, he placed his hands over yours on the glass, trapping them there. There was nothing you could do when he set a hard pace except to breathe and do your best meeting his thrusts. Your cries increased in pitch, and your walls tightened around his cock. Bruce groaned and grunted, meeting your gaze in the window’s inward reflection. He caught your breasts as they swung, using them to heighten your pleasure.

“You are perfect, Y/N. You take my cock so well, put up with my antics and dangers better than any other woman could. Only you could make me this desperate to fill you as often as I can. I knew the second I held you close for the first time that you were the one. Nothing you could ever do, no change in your body, absolutely nothing could change my mind.”

Against the glass, your nails clawed, anxious to grip anything. “Need you, Bruce. Please. Almost there.”

He moved faster, moaning into your hair. “Always gorgeous. Cum for me. Let me feel you-“

Your body seized, shivering and quaking as your eyes rolled back.

Bruce kept moving. He pressed you further into the glass, holding you around your waist to help pull you onto his cock. You screamed for him as he tipped you into another release before filling you with his own.

Wobbling on jello-legs, you let Bruce guide you to the bed. The sheets were haphazardly pulled down to tuck you under. He flopped on top of you panting into your shoulder from behind. It wasn’t long after his arm curved over your hip that gentle snoring rumbled against your spin. You took his hand an gave his knuckles a kiss.

“And you are perfect to me, too. Always knowing what to say and do when my worst thoughts creep in. Always being there for me, no matter the circumstance, event or mission.” You gave his hand a squeeze in the pattern that said, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he muttered in his sleep.

You drifted off soon after. Sated, satisfied, and sure of your place in his heart like never before.

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Masterlist

DC Masterlist

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Other Wayne Galas/Events:

Whispers (S) - Jason Todd

Midnight Vibrations (New Years, S) - Dick Grayson

A Night at the Theater (S) - Bruce Wayne

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne fanfiction #bruce wayne smut #bruce wayne x reader #reader insert #DC comics #batfamily #batfamily x reader #cw food #cw alcohol #body insecurities #body worship

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2af-afterdark · 1 year

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Contents: ftm!mc (you/your), MC is called a boy, MC has mentioned chest scars and a (t)cock, body worship

One of Simeon's hands trails down the small of your back, grabbing a handful of your ass and massaging what he can get while the thumb of his other hand runs circles around your nipple.

"Beautiful," he whispers like a promise as his lips brush soft kisses against the scars running horizontal on your skin.

He sits between your legs as you stand before him, long fingers curving around and under your ass, delving between your legs so he can stroke his fingers along your folds and gather your dripping slick onto them as he slowly teases at your entrance.

Your quiet moans are the symphony that keep him going, knowing how wonderfully you respond to his touch and how divine your voice is when you sing for him. He wants to hear that wonderful song of yours as you fall apart for him.

Simeon's dark lips ghost across your chest, up your sternum, and nibble at your neck. Your head leans to the side to give him space to devour you, chest pressing forward into his hand as he continues to pinch and pull at the nipple at his mercy. You can feel his smirk against your neck as he moves the hand between your legs to the front and rubs his fingers along your pretty cock.

"My beautiful boy."

Your hazy eyes look down at him, blurry with arousal and tears, chest heaving with heavy, longing breaths. Your dry mouth parts to speak, "Shut up and kiss me."

He pulls away from your neck with a smile on his face and his blue eyes gleaming, raising his hand from your chest to your cheek to hold your face steady as he leans in to hungrily kiss you. All the while, his fingers below never stop caressing the gorgeous body that he loves.

#2af writes #obey me smut #simeon smut #trans fic #afab fic #cw body worship #❖wittythreads #I so very rarely write ftm or mtf fic because that's not an experience I can knowingly write from #if this is bad or disrespectful please let me know and I'll delete it #I'm trying my best

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inklust-quill · 1 year

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Thinking about sex and idolatry,,,,

Gazing cooly down at them while they’re on their knees before me, praying that I’ll gift them with my touch, eyes wide and lips quivering. Gently holding the side of their face while they squirm and whimper, compelled to confess every desperate thought they’ve ever had about me.

To be sprawled out on the bed before them while they shake, kneeling between my legs and begging to be allowed to prove their devotion. Lovingly but sternly telling them precisely how they should suck my dick and touch me, the exact way in which they ought to give themself over to that which they so adore and fear.

Well? Go on darling, worship your god - your fealty will be rewarded, I promise ~

#queer nsft #cw religious themes #sort of #mlm nsft #t4t nsft #religion kink #trans nsft #nsft mlm #nsft writing #body worship #dom mood

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van1llam1lkk · 4 months

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Content Warnings ; Premarital intercourse, New years fucking, orgasm denial, oral(F receiving), praise, dry humping, doggystyle, P I V → unprotected, slight exhibitionism, cream piecw: sex mention, teasing, pet names ]

Male x Female Reader

a/n; it's finally 2024! It's a little nervous wracking but I'm glad I've made it to another year, anyways enjoy this little thing I've made

wc ; 2.2k

Synopsis — Your boyfriend gets the bright idea that during your family's gathering the two of you should sneak off to celebrate the new years in a unique way.

A smile plays at your face as you watch your boyfriend go around making small talk to each and every one of your family members, just eager to spend one of the first more major events with them because he personally saw it as proof that your family has finally accepted him and more importantly— Your relationship. After a particularly long conversation with your father Fujio happily hops over towards you, two glasses of champagne in hand. “To be frank I don't understand how your parents afforded all that champagne,” he chuckled glancing over at the snack table.

“But- more importantly how are you?” He prompted, handing you the glass before taking a sip out of his.

You take the glass from your boyfriend with a small laugh. "I'm doing great," you reply, leaning against him as he sits down next to you on the couch. The champagne is cold and bubbly, and it tickles your nose as you take a sip. You close your eyes, enjoying the taste of the sweet wine and the sense of warmth that spreads through your body. Your family's living room is filled with chatter and laughter; voices blend together in a happy hum.

The smell of freshly cooked turkey fills the air, mixed with the sharp scent of sage from the stuffing and the savory aroma of roasted vegetables. The sound of clinking glasses mixes with the soft tinkle of silverware on china as everyone enjoys their food. The TV is on in the background, but no one seems to be paying too much attention to it.

"How about you?" you ask, looking up at Fujio. He grins down at you, his green eyes sparkling.

"Couldn't be better," he says, taking another sip of his champagne. "Your family is really something else. They're so welcoming." He hummed, crossing his legs. "That's good, I was a little worried they wouldn't like you- especially my mother." You dryly chuckle, leaning into his touch.

"So... Should we ditch them?" He whispered, giving your hip a light squeeze. However when your eyes flick up towards his face he looks calm as ever- a little smile playing at his hips as he takes a sip at the champagne.

"Ditch them?" You repeat, taking another sip of your champagne. "I don't think that would be very nice, especially just before new years." You hum nudging him playfully. "C'mon, it'll be fun— Just the two of us, alone... And I thought of a few ways for us to spend the last day of this year together?” He whined, pouting softly. You glance over at the countdown, it was twenty five minutes before the clock hits twelve. So with a defeated sigh you nodded, "Fine, but we aren't gonna be gone the entire night- we'll be in and out."

With a eager nod he stood up from the couch, taking the nearly empty glass from you to place it somewhere else before practically dragging you into nearest empty bedroom. "Do you think they'll mind us using their bed?" You ask watching him plop down onto the bed. "If they don't know I'm sure we'll be fine." He stated on, patting his lap to motion you over. You roll your eyes playfully and stride over, settling onto his lap

"We should probably be quiet then." You suggest, fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest.

Fugio leans in, nuzzling against your neck and inhaling deeply. The smell of your perfume filling his senses, "You always smell so good," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your skin. "Can't believe you chose such a pretty dress." He muttered, "Practically teasing me the entire night with the fact I couldn't just take you right there."

His hands make their way to the small of your back, pulling you in closer till there’s no space between the two of you. "Fujio, behave," you manage warmth spreading across your face. He just chuckles, a low and husky sound that sends shivers down your spine.

With his arms wrapped around you, he presses his forehead against yours, his gaze never leaving yours. "I'm serious." Fujio said cheekily, "It was torture. But it's okay," He paused looking around the room before continuing, "Now we have privacy."

“Privacy and very little time,” You remind him, “The countdown’s going to start soon…”

He lets out an amused huff at that before giving you an impish grin. "Well then," he purred leaning in closer until his lips are mere inches away from yours, "We better make use of every second we have."

His fingers slip under the edge of your dress, tracing their way upward as his lips find yours. The kiss is unhurried but intent, sparking with the same electricity that's been building between you two all night. His eyes are teasing, challenging you to keep up with him. The noise of the party fades into a distant hum in the back of your mind. All that matters is Fujio and the warmth of his body against yours. Fujio hands roam across your back, tracing sinuous patterns that ignite a flame within you.

Your fingers tangle in his long hair, pulling him closer until there's no room for thought. All that exists is him - his scent, his touch, his taste. You lose yourself in the rhythm of your heartbeats echoing each other, the world outside forgotten. His hands hold a firm grip on your waist, slowly grinding your clothed cunt up and down his hardening groin. "You're gonna make a mess in your pants." You warn l —Though truthfully the thought of him creaming his pants from grinding against you made your pussy ache.

"M' gonna make a mess in you." He retorts in in between increasingly feverish kisses his hands now roaming further up your body, cupping your breasts through your dress.

"Have you look even more pretty f' me while your on your knees." Fujio words are drawn out by a pleasurable sigh as your hand finds its own way down to the waistband of his slacks.

"A-ah wait—" He finally succumbed breaking free from the kiss with a few heavy breathes. "Get on your hand and knees for me- please." He asked, gingerly lifting you off his lap so he could get into a proper position. Gently, you eased yourself off of your boyfriend and onto the bed before moving to position yourself on your hands and knees as he had requested. Your movements were slow and deliberate, each shift accompanied by a small rustle of fabric against skin. You could feel his eyes on you, soaking in every moment of the little show you were putting on.

Fujio gave a low satisfied hum at the sight of you obediently waiting for him, his fingers itching with anticipation. He spared a brief glance at the clock on the wall - fifteen minutes left till midnight.

"Such a pretty body— and it's all just f' me," he crooned, his fingers skimming up the back of your thighs and under your dress. Pushing the fabric upwards till it was bunched up at your waist, giving him a fine view of the damp spot in your panties,

"You're so wet already," he whispers, almost as if he's amazed that his body has the same effect your body does for him. Tracing a finger along the edge of your thong and feeling how hot and slick you are. You arch into his touch, needing more.

His other hand reaches around to cup your pussy, gently spreading your lips apart so he can give your hole a long lick.

Getting a better grip on your ass he sloppily eats you out, Tongue fucking your taught hole and gulping down your essence with each harsh suckle to your sensitive clit.

he’s insatiable. completely shameless as he all but buries his face into your cunt, hands spreading your cheeks so he can lap at your pussy. Fujio's tongue swirls across your clit, nipping at it. his hands work their way up your ass, gripping against it as he nuzzles his face further into your pussy. “f-fuck,” you sigh out, mentally damning yourself because you knew that saliva and slick was dribbling down onto the blanket beneath the two of you.

You’re just about to cum, that familiar knot in your stomach tightening and ready to burst— grinding yourself into his face, but just before you can he pulls away.

"Fu-fuji what the hell—" You whine, tempted to finish the job yourself and snake a hand down. But you held off, just pouting softly from the way he chuckled at your griping. Burying your face into the pillow you let him push your lips open, his unyielding gaze making you grow shy "W-will you hurry up we have like ten minutes left!"

"Impatient much?" He teased, pressing the fat tip against your sopping entrance. You can't help but whimper in anticipation as he teases you, running his cockhead up and down your slit. Gripping your hips he feeds his shaft into you in one smooth thrust. The filthy squelch when his hips finally connected with yours deafening, leaving you squirming and pliable under his grip from the feeling of him stretching you open, moaning quietly as both of you sigh in pleasure.

"Fuck, Fujio, you feel so good," you manage to say, your voice hoarse with lust.

"Only the best for my pretty girl-" With a heavy groan he slowly pulls out of you, admiring the way pre cum and your juices glazed his cock before he's rutting his hips back into you. Your nails dig into the bed beneath you as he fucks you, each hard thrust of his bobbing you forward before your left crashing right back into his cock.

"Fuuck— such a pretty mess f' me." He said in between quiet moans, pushing his weight onto you till the point he's fucking you into the mattress. "M' gonna cream pie that pussy for my pretty girl." He cooed, letting his fingers find your clit, and rub shapes all over the sensitive nub. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" He murmured against your neck, his breathing ragged and hot against your skin.

With each stroke, Fujio's thrusts become more erratic, driving deeper into your core. You're panting with each movement; your breath a ragged mess as his hand works magic on your clit. "Fu— fuji-" You whimpered, words barely able to form from the way his cockhead abused the gummy spots inside of you. Forcing soft sobs and moans that he eagerly eats up with a sloppy kiss, muffling any sounds from your mouth. Instead letting the wet 'plaps' and your fluttering pussy walls speak for you.

"Gonna cum f' doll?" He whispered, breaking off the kiss with a heavy pant.

"Fuuck— Mhm, gonna- gonna cum," you sobbed, eyes fighting to stay open with the tears sticking to your eyelashes.

You feel the familiar tightness in your stomach, and your breathing becomes sharper. Fujio feels it too, and he murmurs softly, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Come for me," he whispers, and his words are like a match to tinder.

You explode around him, your scream muffled by his lips. Fujio keeps thrusting into you, his hips stuttering for a moment before he slams into you one last time, burying himself deep inside you, and filling your still fluttering cunt with his cum, A soft groan leaves your lips, heavily panting beneath him. "F-fuck..." You curse lifting your gaze up towards the window- watching the colorful display of fireworks explode against the inky black canvas of the night sky. Each burst of color mirrored in your eyes.

"We should probably clean up and go back down." Fujio mumbled, slowly pulling out of you— Gaze fixated on the way cum slowly gushed out of you.

You moan softly, your body still shuddering with pleasure as he pulls away, the cool air between your legs providing a sharp contrast to the lingering warmth.

"Wish we could stay here all night," you whisper, your voice thick with longing, "Just watching those fireworks..."

Fujio chuckles lightly, brushing away a strand of hair that has fallen across your eyes. "Well, we can't stay up here forever your family is gonna notice we're gone." He explained, standing up from the bed to look for a towel or something of the sort-

As he rifles through the drawer, you take a moment to catch your breath, still half-naked and feeling rather exposed in this small, unfamiliar room. You reach out and touch his back, feeling the tense muscles relax under your fingers. "They're probably already wondering where we are," you say, trying to sound casual. "I'll just take a shower on the way home."

He seems slightly conflicted with the idea of not giving you a proper clean up but he hesitantly nods, "I guess your right." Fujio mumbles, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead as he helps you tidy up your appearance— Smoothing out your dress and brushing your hair into a cleaner look. Joining him by the window, the two of you watch as the final burst of fireworks fades into the night the muffled sounds of family cheering down stairs just barely audible.

"Love you, "

"Love you too."

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