#dceu smut

[alienguts]

Warm Welcome (Harley Quinn x f!Reader)

Summary: Harley’s back from Arkham and there’s only one thing she wants to do.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, F/F sex, cunnilingus, facesitting, fingering, just gals being pals 🔞

Request?: No

A/N: 🌈 gay shit here get your gay shit here 🌈

Five minutes. It took just five minutes after getting home for Harley to try to get Y/N into bed.

The whole car ride home from Arkham was torturous for her. All she wanted to do was for Y/N to stop the car and let her rip her clothes off, but she had to show at least some restraint. But when she’d been behind bars for almost a year with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company, she couldn’t exactly be blamed for being a total horndog. She sat with her hands wedged between her knees for the 45 minutes it took to get home, her legs bouncing in excitement.

As soon as they got home and the front door to the apartment was locked, Harley pounced on Y/N, almost knocking her to the floor as she mashed her lips into hers. Y/N tried to keep her balance by throwing her hands out behind her, but she toppled over anyway, Harley following and crashing on top of her.

“Cool your jets, Harl!” Y/N said as she tried to wriggle out of Harley’s grasp. “We only just got home!”

“Six months, baby!” Harley whined. “I had to go six whole months without any action! The least you could do is let me fuck you now.”

“Not in the doorway! At least hold on until we can go to bed.”

Harley huffed and got off Y/N, letting her stand up. She’d just started to push her towards the bedroom when Y/N planted her feet firmly on the ground and her hands on Harley’s shoulders.

“Alright, now just wait a second, sweetie,” Y/N said, using the same tone she would with a hyperactive child. “You just got home after being away for so long. Just take a second to enjoy being home before jumping my bones.”

“But I haven’t seen you,” Harley said with a pout. “Or your titties.”

Y/N flushed and sighed deeply.

“Okay, but give me five minutes so we can put your stuff away.”

Harley grinned and bounced on the balls of her feet before kissing Y/N again.

“You’re an angel!” Harley said as she wrapped her arms around her. “I could do with a shower, my skin’s all dry from that nasty Arkham soap.”

“Take as much time as you need, I’ll still be here.”

When she’d finished putting Harley’s things back in their places, Y/N was ambushed by an overpowering smell of shower and bath products. Clearly, Harley didn’t mind what scents went with each other and just went for whatever she liked most. Y/N faced into the closet as Harley wrapped her arms around her and pulled her into her body, her hands roaming under her shirt until they cupped each of her breasts.

“Harley, is there a reason why you’re completely naked?” Y/N asked as Harley started to kiss her neck.

“I just got outta the shower,” Harley purred into her skin and pushed her fingers underneath Y/N’s bra. “And I want to play with my girl.”

“Can’t I at least take my clothes off first?” Y/N said, her breath shuddering as she relaxed back into Harley’s body.

“But that’s my job,” she said as she caught her hard nipples between her fingers. “Taking the wrapping off is just as fun as what’s inside.”

Y/N whimpered and grabbed at Harley’s arms, feeling her soft, newly moisturised skin and she let her head fall back onto her shoulder as she nipped at her neck.

“C’mon, babydoll, let’s have some fun.”

She let go of Y/N and turned her around to lead her to the bed, making sure she got a good view of her body. When she noticed her staring, she twirled around and fluffed her hair, showing her pale skin and slender curves from all angles.

“Like what ya see, sugar?” Harley purred, taking note of how Y/N’s eyes were fixated on her, trailing from her legs, her hips, her perky breasts, and up to her face.

Y/N swallowed and nodded, her mouth too dry to say anything while the space between her legs started to throb. Harley sat on the mattress with her legs wide, her bare pussy exposed as she grabbed Y/N’s hand and guided her to stand between her legs.

“Can I take this off, honey?” she asked as she toyed with the hem of her shirt. Y/N nodded and let her pull it up and over her head, standing up again to throw it to the other side of the room before immediately removing her bra. “I definitely want this off.”

Y/N shivered slightly when the air hit her bare skin, her nipples hardening even more as her skin burned under Harley’s gaze. Harley bit her lip and groaned softly as she reached out to caress her breasts with both hands, rolling them in her palms and softly squeezing them before kissing each one.

“God I missed these girls so much,” she said, her voice muffled by the soft skin of Y/N’s breasts. “But you’re still wearing too many clothes.”

Y/N pushed her sweatpants down to the floor and wriggled her legs free of them without needing to move away from Harley, leaving her in just her panties. Just as Harley dipped her fingers into the waistband, she stopped and admired the cotton garment.

“These are so cute!” she cooed and grabbed her hips to turn her around so her back was facing her. “Bend over a second.” 

Y/N was confused but did as she was told, bending her torso down slightly as Harley sat down again. Just as she looked back to see what she was doing, she felt Harley pinch and smack her behind, making her squeak and almost lose her balance.

“Harley,” she whined impatiently as Harley rested her head on her lower back, caressing her behind and squeezing, just as she’d done with her breasts.

“You look good in these, baby,” Harley purred as she pulled away. “But they’ll look even nicer on the floor.”

Y/N couldn’t help how hard her pussy clenched at her words. For as distracted and silly as she could be in the bedroom, Harley knew exactly how to get her girlfriend in the mood. She said things that would sound corny coming from anybody else but that was exactly what she loved about her.

“C’mere,” Harley said and patted the mattress between her legs. “But leave those on.”

Y/N climbed into Harley’s lap, her legs on either side of her and her arms loosely wrapped around her shoulder. She could feel her cool breath on her warm skin, their faces just centimetres apart and their chests pushing together. Harley stroked Y/N’s back softly, tracing the notches of her spine with her fingertips and dipping them into the waistband of her panties.

“I really missed you, y’know,” she said softly. “Like, a lot.”

“I missed you too,” Y/N said in return, smiling warmly. She squeaked in surprise when Harley closed the gap between them, her soft lips on hers, caressing and drinking her in as she pulled her body closer and closer until she fell back onto the mattress, Y/N still on top of her.

Y/N eagerly returned her kiss and cradled Harley’s face in her hands, her eyes fluttering closed as warmth spread throughout her body, starting at her core and ending at her fingertips. Her lips parted slightly to let Harley slip her tongue between them, tasting her sweet mouth as Y/N tangled her fingers in her hair. She moved her hands down further to cup her behind and dipped her fingers under her panties, feeling her pooling arousal. Y/N whined against her lips when she felt her fingers circle her throbbing clit and broke off the kiss to catch her breath.

Without missing a beat, Harley trailed her kisses down Y/N’s neck and collarbones and moved her hands to underneath her breasts, squeezing and pinching them to make her whine and moan.

“Lie down, honey,” she said. “I want to play with these.”

Y/N got up and shuffled up the bed to lie down, her head resting on the pillow and her legs spread wide for Harley to lie between. She watched her as she crawled up her body, a wolfish expression on her face as she laid her face on her sternum between her breasts.

“God, I really missed these girls,” she purred into her skin before kissing softly.

“More than me?” Y/N teased as she ran her fingers through Harley’s hair.

“Of course not,” Harley said and nuzzled her face into Y/N’s warm skin. “I missed all of you.”

“I missed you too,” Y/N said, her breath hitching when Harley brushed her lips over her hard nipple.

She let her body relax into the mattress as Harley laved her tongue across her sensitive skin, teasing her nipple with the tip of her tongue before taking it into her mouth and sucking gently. Harley used her free hand to fondle the other breast, rolling it around in her palm and squeezing before teasing the nipple with her fingers. She could feel herself getting wetter as she played with her soft breasts and she had a good feeling that Y/N was too.

Harley switched her attention to Y/N’s other breast, leaving wet kisses and licking the nipple before taking it into her mouth and sucking again. She listened to how Y/N moaned softly as she played with her hair, running her nails through her roots and playing with the faded colours at the ends. Her hand trailed down Y/N’s body as she continued to worship her breasts, skimming over her stomach until it reached her sopping pussy.

“You’re so wet, baby,” Harley purred, her teeth grazing against Y/N’s nipple. “You’re gonna ruin these cute panties. How ‘bout I take ‘em off?”

“Please,” Y/N whined, pushing her hips into Harley’s hand.

Harley let go of her nipple and crawled back down her body, settling herself between her spread legs, her face eye level with her dripping cunt. She ran her fingers along the crotch of her panties, delighting in how her arousal had soaked through the cotton. Y/N moaned at the contact and her pussy clenched, as if it was begging Harley to fuck her.

“You really must have missed me if you’re this desperate,” Harley teased before kissing her clit over the wet fabric. She licked her arousal off of her lips and let out a short moan. “You taste good, honey. But I want the main course, not just an appetiser.”

If she wasn’t so pent up, Y/N would have made a comment about Harley being corny in bed. She’d been without a girlfriend for half a year so she was willing to let her be as corny and stupid as she wanted as long as it meant she’d get her pussy eaten.

It felt like an eternity had passed when Harley finally pulled Y/N’s panties down her legs and tossed them aside. She gently kissed along the insides of her thighs, teasing her until Y/N whined in frustration and tugged on her hair.

“C’mon, Harl, I thought you’d been waiting months for this,” she said as she tried to push Harley’s face into her cunt.

“Okay, okay!” Harley laughed before kissing her bare clit. “So impatient.”

Her tongue finally snaked out to run through Y/N’s wet folds, gathering her arousal as she made her way back to her clit. Y/N sighed in pleasure and let her head fall back onto the pillow as Harley worked wonders with her mouth, licking and sucking her sensitive skin at a leisurely pace. Pillow princess had never been an appropriate title, but Y/N was more than happy to let Harley call the shots and do anything she wanted with her body.

“You taste good, babydoll,” Harley mumbled into her pussy. “Definitely worth the wait.”

A moan crawled out of Y/N’s throat when she felt Harley tease her entrance with two of her fingers and slowly slide them inside. She kept her fingers still for a moment, letting her adjust to them before gently sliding them in and out of her, building up the pleasure and making her sweet spot swell.

Harley was getting wetter and wetter as Y/N’s arousal coated her tongue and fingers, the only thought in her head was being able to taste her and make her scream. She squeezed her legs together, trying to feel some friction, and watched as Y/N squirmed and moaned above her.

“You can’t be gettin’ close already, baby,” she purred as she started to curl her fingers into her sweet spot. “We’ve only just started.”

Y/N’s stomach was tying itself into knots as Harley worked her body into a frenzy, her clit twitching under her tongue and her pussy clenching around her fingers. A fire was spreading through her body despite the slow pace and she wanted nothing more than to trap Harley’s head between her thighs as she sucked her clit and finger fucked her pussy.

“Harley, I’m close,” Y/N said, her voice strained from keeping her moans at bay.

“Already?” Harley teased. She pulled her soaking fingers out and teased her clit with them as she lifted her head to watch Y/N writhe in frustration. Her mouth and chin were coated with her arousal, shining in the sunlight that streamed in through the window. “Want me to make you cum, sweet thing?”

“Harley, please,” Y/N begged, trying to push her head back down. Harley laughed and slid her fingers back into her desperate pussy.

“Anything you want, princess.”

Harley immediately set a faster pace, curling her fingers into Y/N’s sweet spot firmly and sucking on her clit harshly. She had planned on taking her time with Y/N and slowly bringing her to climax, but the way her body was reacting said otherwise.

Moans and cries flew from Y/N’s mouth as Harley stirred her body up, her nerves blazing and her climax fast approaching. She planted her hands on the back of Harley’s head and mashed her face into her dripping cunt as she begged her to keep going.

“Cum for me, baby,” Harley said, her voice muffled by her pussy. “Cum on my tongue, I wanna taste it.”

Y/N’s head fell back as pleasure washed over her, engulfing her and drawing all of the air out of her lungs. Her chest heaved and her hips bucked as Harley continued to draw her orgasm out of her, her breaths finally coming out in cries and moans until her body went limp and calm.

Once her body had completely calmed down, Harley pulled her fingers out of Y/N’s spent cunt and cleaned them off with her fingers, moaning when her taste hit her tongue again. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and crawled back up the bed to hover over Y/N and press her lips to hers, making her taste herself.

“I missed your taste,” Harley whispered against Y/N’s lips as Y/N cupped her perky behind with her hands.

“I wanna taste you,” Y/N said, her voice hoarse from moaning so much.

“You okay to stay where you are?” Harley asked. Y/N nodded, her body too boneless to do much else. “Good, cos I wanna sit on this pretty face of yours.”

Y/N swallowed and licked her lips as Harley placed her knees on either side of her head and lowered her wet pussy down onto her mouth. Her arousal immediately hit her tongue and flooded her mouth with her taste. Y/N ran her flattened tongue across Harley’s folds and clit, tasting her as if she was a sweet treat before paying more attention to her clit. She fluttered the tip of her tongue against the sensitive bud, making Harley writhe against her mouth.

“Don’t tease, baby,” Harley whined as she tried to smother Y/N with her pussy.

“You always tease me,” Y/N said, her voice muffled as she continued to pleasure her with her tongue. “It’s only fair that I tease you back for once.”

Harley huffed and grabbed hold of the headboard before grinding her core against Y/N’s mouth, making her flatten her tongue and keep her head still for her to ride. The bed creaked with every roll of her hips and the slack headboard knocked against the wall but neither of them seemed to care very much. They didn’t have neighbours to get mad at them and the bedroom was on an outside wall so they could make as much noise as they liked.

Harley certainly seemed determined to be as loud as she wanted. Moans and cries flew from her lungs as Y/N continued to lick and suck her, running her hands along her thighs and groping her ass as she drove her into a frenzy. She figured that Harley must have gone through her entire sentence without even touching herself since she could tell that she was already close.

“Y/N,” Harley moaned shamelessly. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

Y/N wrapped her lips around Harley’s clit and sucked hard, her hands firmly holding her hips to keep her in place. She let her eyes drift closed and felt Harley grab her head, running her nails along her scalp as her arousal coated her face and her clit twitched in her mouth.

Breathlessly, Harley came into Y/N’s mouth, her cunt clenching and unclenching before her hips bucked wildly and she let her breath out in a loud cry. She gasped and panted as Y/N continued to lick her through her high, bringing her back down slowly and gently by stroking her skin and kissing her spent pussy until she’d caught her breath again.

With one final pleasured sigh, Harley lifted herself off Y/N’s face and moved around to flop down on top of her as she wiped her mouth clean, her face resting between her breasts. She could hear her thudding heartbeat through her chest and let herself be fully enveloped by Y/N’s warmth. 

They stayed like that for a moment, listening to each other breathe as the city continued to move outside. Y/N could have sworn that Harley was starting to fall asleep on her chest when she suddenly lifted herself up and shuffled up to kiss her. Harley’s lips were soft against hers, kissing her leisurely rather than crazed and desperate as she had when they first got home.

“I missed you,” Harley said against Y/N’s mouth before kissing her again.

“You already told me that,” Y/N said with a laugh. “Like, three times.”

“Well, that’s just how much I missed you!” Harley said as she pulled away.

“I missed you too, Harl,” Y/N said and pulled Harley back into her body, her arms tight around her as if she never wanted to let her go. “Just stay out of trouble this time.”

“I can’t make any promises, sugar,” Harley said. “But I’ll try for you.”

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[tiannasfanfic]

Closer: Part 1

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Smut)

Summary: While wrapping up a successful mission, you end up getting exposed to a mysterious, powdery substance that starts to make you feel...very strange. (Crossposted to AO3)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only

Author Note: Afab reader. This is a sex pollen fic, so consent is dubious. I tried to address the dubious consent issues within the story itself to make everything as consensual as possible. I may have combined several different tropes to make this happen, so hopefully they all flow well together. Inspired by a discussion on @officerbrowneyes blog about Adrian helping a Reader that came to him for help after breathing in sex pollen.

CW: Smut! This first chapter mainly just builds the story, so it's tame with light smut. Light smut includes masturbation (afab), discussing sex, Reader is the only one exposed to the sex pollen, Reader is very horny after exposure.

Word Count: 3,670

It finally happened. After ten years in black ops, and eight months of living in Evergreen, you finally got your That Mission.

Everyone in ARGUS had a That Mission. It varied from person to person on what exactly That Mission was, but it usually involved something outrageously stupid that may or may not have led to severe injury.

The mission itself had gone so well, too. Peacemaker, Vigilante, and you had cleared the small office complex of butterflies. It went smoothly and cleanly. Then John and Leota came in to help you search the office computers for any intel.

You didn’t have a designated position on the team. Technically, you could do all of them. You could easily fill in for any one of them on a temporary basis, you just weren’t as good as your teammates that only had one or two specializations. You had some field experience, some office experience, and some IT experience. You even had basic triage training, such as minor battlefield wound care. This gave you the ability to add “some medical experience” onto your massive list of partially known skills.

In other words, you weren’t good enough at anything to get on the bigger, grander missions, but you weren’t a big enough dumbass to get stuck with the shit jobs. You were perfectly okay with this. The world needed people like you just as much as they needed superheroes, doctors, and bad asses like Harcourt. You could step in whenever you were needed, however you were needed and could keep things afloat until the more skilled person came back. That was a skill in itself. Plus, it kept you out of trouble, which is a tricky thing to stay out of in this line of work.

Sadly, there had been no way to prevent what happened to you. It was completely unexpected and unplanned for.

The search of the offices had been going smoothly and cleanly right up until the end. The keycard you had been using had belonged to the head of security and worked just fine on all the other doors. It shouldn’t have triggered any alarms unless there was some sort of backup security system that wasn’t in the schematics. John and Leota had gone over the security blueprints with a fine-tooth comb to ensure something like this didn’t happen.

In hindsight, it was highly doubtful that it was a backup security system. It was more like the door had been booby-trapped or you were the unintended recipient of a practical joke dating back to a time before butterflies had infested the building. It was very distinct possibility that no one had used this office since then. It was fairly out of the way and small.

Whichever the case may be, backup security system, booby-trap or practical joke, the result was the same. As soon as you opened the door and stepped into the office, you were sprayed in the face by an aerosol spray deployed from somewhere in the wall. It felt powdery rather than wet, and a fine powder at that. It tickled your nose, making you cough and sneeze and involuntarily breathing a lung full of the stuff.

Stepping back into the hallway, you called out over the coms what happened. Harcourt ordered everyone but you back to the van, where she equipped John, Leota and Adrian (who insisted on going with them) with respirators before sending them to your location. By the time they reached you, any trace of what blasted you in the face had dissipated and they were unable to collect samples of the substance itself. The dispenser in the wall was so well hidden, they couldn’t even find it. But all they had to do was take one look at you to know something bad had happened.

By the time they got to you, you were starting to experience the effects of whatever the powder was. You were leaning against the wall across from the office, your legs feeling very weak. You had taken your jacket off and had a sheen of sweat on your face. You felt like you were running a low-grade fever. Adrian helped you back to the van while John and Leota finished with the office. Every step you took made you feel a little bit warmer, both on the outside and the inside. By the time you sat down, the beginnings of an ache radiated out through your body from between your legs.

You were very quiet on the drive back. You found yourself clenching your thighs together and gritting your teeth with every bump in the road. Each one sent a jolt straight up into your center, making you bite you lip. You waved off everyone’s concerns, including Adrian’s inquiry about him staying with you to keep an eye on you. Before they dropped you off at home, Harcourt had John draw blood samples to send to ARGUS for analysis and ordered you to stay home and monitor your symptoms until she heard back from them.

That was over two days ago. Harcourt still hadn’t heard back. You were more miserable than ever.

Those feelings had steadily built until you were barely able to move from your bed. You were barely sleeping and eating. And it was all due to the fact you were so extremely horny you were in a terrible amount of pain. Being horny was supposed to be fun. And, you did have to admit, it was a little fun at first. You enjoyed yourself on a fairly regular basis and knew how to make yourself cum like an expert, but the number of times you had gotten yourself off in the last two days was absurd even for you. For a while, it seemed to help. After you made yourself cum, you’d feel better. It always came back, but it was something, at least. And the harder you came, the bigger of a break you got.

Now though? No matter what you did, no matter how you got off, coming wasn’t working anymore. Nothing worked. Then again, you were so tired you really couldn’t put much effort into it. You finally gave up on trying hours ago.

You were curled up on your bed, naked, and drenched in sweat when someone started knocking on your front door.

You ignored it. They persisted.

You kept ignoring it and it finally stopped.

A short time later, you got a string of text messages, but you at least you recognized who it was. Anytime Adrian texted you, your phone would scream “HEY LISTEN” in the voice of an oddly endearing little fairy from a video game. That’s what made you finally glance at your phone

It’s me! I’m at your front door!

Open up!

I brought you food!

It took you a minute to get your reply typed, your hands were shaking so much even autocorrect almost couldn’t keep up with you even on a simple five-word text.

“Okay. Give me a few.”

You managed to pull on a loose t shirt and shorts, then slowly make your way to the door to let him in.

“You don’t look good at all,” Adrian said as soon as you got the door open, his brow furrowing in concern. He was holding a takeout bag from Fennel Fields.

“I feel like hammered shit,” you said, figuring that was close enough to the truth.

You stepped aside to let him in, careful not to let your thighs rub together. When that happened earlier during a bathroom trip, it resulted in some interesting noises coming from you. The last thing you needed right now was to let loose a carnal moan in front of Adrian Chase.

That was almost for naught, however, when he walked past you and suddenly the air was filled with his smell. You bit down on your bottom lip to keep quiet. His normal soap, cologne, and deodorant; dish soap and cooking grease from the Fennel Fields shirt he was wearing; and also, the vaguest hint of gun powder and oil if you know what you were smelling for. It was a smell that was so uniquely him, you’d know it without seeing him.

A fresh wave of heat flared through your body. You choked back a noise that threatened to rise in your throat. It suddenly felt like you had gotten punched in the stomach and between you legs at the same time. Staggering backwards, you leaned against the wall and then slid down it to sit on the floor.

“…worried, so I volunteered to check on you and bring you food,” Adrian was saying as he headed for your kitchen without a backwards glance, assuming you were following. “I got you what you always order, nothing fancy.”

He disappeared into the kitchen. You heard the refrigerator open and close, then a minute later, he poked his head back around the corner with a look of confusion on his face. When he saw you on the floor, he immediately rushed over and took to one knee next to you.

“Are you okay?” he said, resting his hand on your shoulder.

“I - no?” you said it like a question, then shook your head to try to clear it. You felt electricity where he was touching you. “I-I don’t know. I’ve f-felt terrible, and weird, and off ever since the other day.”

Adrian helped you to your feet and got you over to the couch, where he helped you lay down.

It took everything you had not to pull him down on top of you. The way he touched you, the feeling of his hands on your arms, gave you another jab of pain, though not in your stomach this time. It was all down lower.

“Do you know what that stuff was yet?” he asked, perching next to you on the edge of the couch cushions as you shook your head. He felt your forehead with the back of his hand and looked even more worried. “Shit, you’re burning up.”

“No fever though,” you said. “I checked.”

From your bedroom, you heard your phone start ringing. You didn’t pay attention to it, focusing on stopping yourself from whimpering when he moved his hand away from you.

“That’s really weird,” he said, his brow furrowing more, then looked sad. “I wish there was something I could do to help.”

Then Adrian’s hand rested lightly on your bare knee, right under the hem of your shorts. The feeling of his skin directly on yours made your thighs clench, sending a jolt of pleasure up through your core. You let out a loud moan before you were able to stop yourself. Adrian jumped away from you so fast he tripped in the process. He landed on the floor next to the couch, right on his ass.

Your phone went quiet in the bedroom as you both stared at each other in shock. Then it started back up again.

“S-sorry,” you said, swallowing heavily and averting your gaze. Your face was bright red.

“Er…I- Uh. It’s okay? I think?” Adrian said, also swallowing heavily, eyes wide. Unlike you, he kept staring at you and you could feel his gaze as if it were boring holes into you.

Great, you thought to yourself. Now you made it weird.

While you’d had a thing for Adrian for as long as you’d known him, you knew it was unrequited. You knew he didn’t feel the same way. A couple of months after your transfer, you had made several attempts at flirting with him. And you had made it obvious, since you knew by then that he didn’t read signals and subtleties very well. Adrian had ignored them as if they hadn’t happened. While it was sad, you were glad he hadn’t made the rejection awkward. You’d rather pretend it never happened than lose the friendship. You treasured his presence in your life, even as just a friend and coworker.

But, regardless of that, the fantasy scenarios you had pictured a time or six in your head where he had you moaning under his touch had gone NOTHING like this. And why did you even moan just now, anyway? Adrian has touched your bare knee before and that has certainly never happened.

“I-I think…” you swallowed heavily, heart hammering in your chest. You took a deep breath and tried again. “I think that shit is seriously fucking with me.”

Your phone stopped ringing, then after a few seconds started up again.

“Fucking with you?” Adrian’s brow furrowed again. “How? Damnit, I knew we should’ve taken you to the hospital!”

You shook your head. “No, I don’t think they can help. I feel hot, but no fever. And I’m sick to my stomach, kind of. And I’m -“

You stopped and shut your mouth. Even just the thought of saying it, and saying it to him of all people, made the heat between your legs worse.

“But what?” he scooted closer to the couch, leaning against it with his elbow.

You heard your phone stop ringing.

“I-I’m not quite sure how to say it,” you said after a moment.

“I find it best to just say it,” Adrian said, shrugging. “Whatever needs to be said, I just say it.”

Easier said than done when the thing you needed to say was explain to him how horny you are. It couldn’t be a coincidence that all of this started after you were sprayed. It had to be some sort of poison or pheromone that had a counter agent. But you needed to tell him first so he could call Harcourt for you and see if she’d heard of anything like this before.

“Um,” you said hesitantly, licking your lips. “Well, i-it’s very weird…but I’m really…extremely…ho-“

I’m a Barbie Girl in a Barbie World, wrapped in plastic, it’s fantastic!

Adrian fished his phone out of his pocket, and you swallowed heavily. A little bit of relief washed over you since that was about to get really, extremely awkward.

“Hey Harcourt! What’s-“ Adrian stopped. “I’m still at her place, actually.” He paused, then looked directly at you. “No, not okay at all.” Another pause. “Okay, hang on.”

He pulled the phone away from his ear and tapped the screen.

“Alrighty, you’re on speaker.”

“Y/N,” Harcourt said. “Bad news. Your test results came back. The spray was a concentrated aerosol powder made of coitus microspores.”

“The fuck is that?” you said, blinking in confusion.

“Concen- what?” Adrian said, sharing your confusion.

“Sex pollen. You were dosed with a sex pollen.”

You and Adrian exchanged very confused looks.

“What’s that?” you both asked at the same time.

Harcourt sighed deeply, as if she suddenly remembered the two people she was talking to.

“It ramps up your sex drive well above your normal level,” Harcourt explained. “It’s said to be quite a painful experience, especially if it’s not relieved right away. This long after your exposure, it must be excruciating.”

“Can confirm,” you said, sighing. “What do I need to do?”

“The only known way to fix it is by having sex,” Harcourt said. “I know you aren’t seeing anyone, but do you have a fuck buddy or even just a friend that wouldn’t mind doing you a solid this one time?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Adrian’s head snap up to look at you.

“No on both counts,” you sighed. For the first time in your life, you felt like you were at a disadvantage for not having anyone like that in your life. “And I know getting myself off won’t work. I already tried that. A lot.”

Adrian made a weird noise and you glanced up at him. He was staring at you with wide eyes, red cheeks, and a slack jaw.

“Sorry,” you muttered to him half-heartedly.

Adrian’s mouth snapped shut and he looked back down at the phone. Once you had looked away from him, you could see him shift his legs around where he still sat on the floor.

“Nope, it won’t,” Harcourt confirmed. “You will need to find someone to fuck you.”

A strangled sort of sound came out of Adrian then, but this time you didn’t look up. You were thinking.

“Shit,” you said finally, sighing. “I don’t think I can drive like this, so I guess I could have Adrian run me to one of the bars down the street.”

“Might be your best option,” Harcourt agreed. “You’ll have your pick of random horn dogs to take home and fuck, just don’t-“

“No!” Adrian suddenly exclaimed in a sharp, authoritative tone.

You looked up at Adrian, and he gulped, staring at you with a shocked expression, his face bright red, like he had surprised himself too.

“If you have a better idea, Chase,” Harcourt said after a moment. “Then we’re all ears.”

Adrian gulped again, turning an even brighter shade of red. He glanced between you and the phone several times, before finally just staring at the phone.

“I can do it,” he stated confidently, despite how sheepish he looked.

Your mouth dropped open in surprise, your heart hammering.

Harcourt, on the other hand, was having none of this.

“Chase, this is not the fucking time to be thinking with your dick!”

“I am not thinking with my dick!” Adrian exclaimed. “And that saying makes zero sense anyway because it is impossible to think with your dick. It doesn’t have a brain. But anyway. It’s the only option we have that involves the least amount of risk for all parties, especially for Y/N.”

You were very confused by this, but suddenly found yourself unable to speak. You had desperately been trying not to think about fucking Adrian, but now that he was the one who said it, all bets were off in your brain.

“Go on,” Harcourt finally said, her tone a tolerant one, which meant she was seriously listening.

“First of all, she is in no condition to go anywhere, much less a bar,” Adrian stated, then he started looking you over. There was nothing sexual about it, it was an assessing look, as if he were scanning you for injuries. “Trust me, anyone in their right mind would take one look at her and immediately call an ambulance. Fuck, I’m half tempted to myself.”

You thought about it for a second, or tried to, then gave up. You couldn’t stop watching his lips as he spoke.

“He’s right,” you managed to croak out.

“Secondly, say Y/N did find someone to fuck, be it a friend or a stranger, it’s not exactly like she can tell them she got sex pollened on a black ops mission,” Adrian continued. “So, they wouldn’t be able to give full, informed consent, which is bad since she could hurt them or, even worse, they could hurt her.”

“That’s…actually a really good point,” Harcourt said, sounding very surprised.

“And furthermore,” Adrian continued. “Y/N herself is in an extremely vulnerable state. This doesn’t sound much different than a fucking date rape drug, so any consent she gives right now is dubious as all fucking hell. If having sex is really the only way to fix this, then it should be with someone she knows and trusts that also knows exactly what’s going on. If at any point Y/N tells me to stop, I will, no questions asked.”

Adrian had raised his gaze to meet yours as he said that last sentence, his eyes soft and reassuring.

You severely wanted him. No question. And not just anyone at this point. HIM. Somehow, everything he just said had made him even hotter. But, at the same time, you were unsure still.

“Wh-what if it’s a-awkward?” you said, swallowing heavily. “Like…afterwards…at work?”

Adrian thought about it for a few seconds.

“Have you ever had a one-night stand?”

You shook your head, staring at his lips again.

“Okay, um, gimme a minute,” he said.

Adrian got quiet, a thoughtful look on his face. He looked up towards the ceiling and reached one hand up to scratch his chin as he thought. Your eyes followed the movement of his hand. Were his fingers always so long and nimble looking? And were they always that thick? Probably, since people’s fingers don’t just suddenly change. But what has been seen can’t be unseen. The heat between your legs was painful.

“Oh! I know!” Adrian exclaimed, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your gaze went back to his face right as he looked back at you. “Chris and I have had a threesome together, and things aren’t awkward with us. So, I don’t see why me fucking you should be awkward either. We don’t have to let it be.”

You had heard these stories before, so this wasn’t anything new you were finding out about. Hell, Chris had even called you a couple of weeks ago, saying they were bored and asked if you wanted to come over to have one with them. While you had turned him down, Adrian was absolutely right. There was no awkwardness or tension between him and Chris, in either their friendship or work relationship. And it wasn’t awkward with you and Chris after that phone call either.

“Okay,” you said softly, almost whispering.

The pain was already worse just in this brief time period. The ache had turned into a steady throbbing. You needed something to happen soon. Needed him soon.

“I really didn’t need to know any of that,” Harcourt muttered, like she was talking to herself, then cleared her throat. “All right sounds like a plan. I got the results directly, so no one else needs to know about this. Y/N, take the rest of the week off and report in on Monday. I’ll think of an excuse you can tell the team and I’ll go ahead and put you both in for overtime. Good luck.”

Three beeps signaled Harcourt ended the call.

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[i-jus-wanna-writehappy]

Kinktober 2023

Sorry minors, not welcome to interact or request.

Hello! I have just made a big girl move and have nothing to do while it takes us forever to unpack, so while I’m on writer’s block for the horror novel I’m working on (👀👀), and realizing how much I think my writing has grown since y’all have gotten to read anything from me, I figured this would be a fun thing to do! I’ve never done kinktober, but in the spirit of Thotumn, here we are! I wanna give all mutuals and followers the ability to see something they like, so I’ll write for just about anything I can

What I’ll Write For

MCU

Jujitsu Kaisen

DCEU

My Hero Academia (If I don’t get at least 1 Fatgum, none of these will get done… that’s a lie, but still)

The Last Kingdom

Supernatural

Star Wars

And I’m open to suggestions 😈

Kinks I’ll NOT Write For

No cest of any kind. No incest, no stepcest

No minors or minor characters we never encounter as adults (in case you’re primarily a manga person)

No beastiality, anything requested with spoopy themes animal wise, like a werewolf, no one is becoming a full wolf, animal parts won’t be part of sexual things, but things like fangs, claws, small stuff like that, sure

No dubcon, and some somnophilia will fall into that, so those requests have to be specific

No heavy spit, no pee at all, no shit at all

Now that all of that has been said! Please send requests <3

#i-jus-wanna-write-fanfics #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #requests open #mcu smut #dceu smut #jjk smut #mha smut #supernatural smut #tlk smut #the last kingdom smut #star wars smut

[certifiedredhoodlover]

Dick/Nightwing flirting headcanons

TW: fluff, suggestive stuff, dick being a show off and a charming bastard.

Ok first of all we all know how dick is.

Always showing off how flexible he is when you are both out on patrol

Loves to impress you with his gymnastics

Whenever he sees you in the Justice League tower he will not hesitate to flirt with you

And when you’re alone? Oh boy it’s his time

Either pins you to the nearest wall or makes you sit on his lap. He absolutely adores your reactions

Stealing kisses off of you whenever you are focused on something just to hear your complains

When no one else from the batfamily is in the batcave he practically begs Bruce to let him be your partner on missions

Whispers dirty things in your ear or lightly grips your ass when no one is looking

Throws winks at you while Bruce explains the mission you’re supposed to be paying attention to

Loves playing with your hair twisting and twirling the strands around with his fingers

He somehow always manages to get you both alone on patrol so you could have his undivided attention

[AND WE’RE BACK PEOPLE. Wanted to write some dick headcanons for a while so here you go!]

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[bludhavensbirdboy]

survey - are we all having the same appropriate and innocent thoughts over this?

#i could take him…not in a fight #someone put me down #some needs to put me down #i’m going feral #gnawing at the bars of my enclosure #jason todd my beloved #why the fuck is he so big #bugs bunny heart eyes rnnn #jason todd #jason todd smut #red hood #under the red hood #dc batfam #dc #dceu #dc robin

[madlittlecriminal]

Hi, didn't know if your requests were still open but I was wondering if you could make a one shot for blue beetle. Spoilers but y'know how in the movie Khaji Da blatantly says whatever like emotional thing or physically thing is happening to Jaime? Kinda a one shot with that same concept where Khaji Da keeps telling Jaime what he's feeling or *feeling* towards the reader and the reader like asks Jaime what's up causs he keeps arguing with Khaji Da. It can me suggestive, smutty or fluffy, or all. All up to you! :)

Wing...A.I.? ➜ Jaime Reyes × Female!Reader

lol that end scene made me crack up with jenny

Warnings: friends to lovers, slight angst, smut, dry humping, blue balls/no finish

title is based off 'wingman' but because khaji da is an alien/a.i., it didn't feel right to say that, especially since im 90% sure khaji doesn't have a specific gender

He was annoyed. As much as he loved Khaji Da for being there for him, it was days like these where he would groan and wished he never opened the box.

You had came over since he offered to binge watch the new season of one of the many shows you both watched together.

"I can feel your heartbeat has increased, Jaime." The alien A.I.'s voice echoed through his ear, making him groan. "Not now, Khaji!" He whisper yelled as you were in the kitchen grabbing bottles of water for the both of you. "It only happens when she's around."

"Stop!" You raise a brow as you hand him the bottle of water. "You alright?" He nodded and chugged the water, making you slightly confused. "Uh, okay..." Jaime gave you a forced smile before turning towards the TV and played the show. You rested your head on his shoulder making his breath hitch slightly. "Your breathing has increased, and your heart rate has increased even more." Jaime groaned. "¡Khaji, por favor!" (Khaji, please!) You looked at him, brows furrowed as you tilt your head to the side. "Jaime, what the hell is going on with you and Khaji Da?" He shook his head and cleared his throat. "Nothing..."

You gave him a look he knew too well; it was the look his mom gave him when he was in trouble. "Jaime..." he huffed out a breath and ran his fingers through his curls. "Khaji's been bugging me about...something." You frown. "Obviously, but what?" He sighed. "I can't tell you."

"Liar." Jaime rolls his eyes at their words. "I mean, I could, but I don't...want to tell you." You gasp and rest a hand on his shoulder, feigning shock. "What?" He chuckled, but his breath caught in his throat when your hand trailed down to his bicep. "Your blood is-"

"Shh!" You giggled at him. "What did she say?" He shook his head. "Nothing I don't already know." You sighed. "Just talk to me, Jaime. What's up?" He took a deep breath. "If I tell you, it could change our friendship..." You snort. "Don't tell me another alien A.I. crawled up your butt." He glared at you. "For the last time, it didn't crawl up my butt." You laughed and nod, pulling out your pinky. "I pinky promise it won't change our friendship." He hooked his pinky with yours and gave you a shy smile. "I-I like you, (Y/N)...but more than just a friend."

Your eyes went wide as you looked at him. "Oh." He gulped at your response, but quickly regained his composure when you leaned in. "For how long?" You asked. "For a while now actually..." he admits while his hand reaches over to touch your cheek. "Well, you and me both..." now it was his eyes that widened at your words. "Really?" You nod. "Jaime, just kiss her." Jaime chuckled at Khaji Da's words before leaning in to place a kiss on your lips. You giggled into the kiss before kissing him back. His thumb caressed your cheek as you both got lost into the kiss, your heart racing before you eased your way onto his lap. He moaned into the kiss as his hands trailed down to your hips.

You broke the kiss with a smirk that made him chuckle. "So Khaji Da's your little helper when it comes to relationships?" He laughed. "You could say that." You shook your head with a smile before kissing him again while his hands trailed up and down your sides. Your hands gripped his shirt as your tongue slid across his bottom lip. He opened his mouth, allowing you access and letting your tongues dance along each other. You both let out a satisfied moan before you moved your hips against his. He groaned into the kiss as his hands traveled down to your hips once more. Jaime couldn't help himself as he moved you both so that you were laying on the couch and he was on top of you.

"Are we moving too fast?" He asked against your lips. "We could stop if you want." He shook his head before pecking your lips. "We can keep doing this. I don't mind." You bite your lip as your eyes met his. Jaime moved his hips against yours, causing you to moan. He leaned down and began leaving a trail of kisses on your neck as he continued to grind on you. You tangled your fingers into his curls as you buck your hips against his. He moaned against your neck as he kept going. You were both so close. The moment was right there. He felt it and you felt it.

Then your phone rang, the ringtone that belonged to your mom echoed through the room. "You got to be kidding me." He groaned as he got off of you, letting you go to your phone and answering it. "You're frustrated." He chuckled as he caught his breath. "You have no idea, Khaji."

#jaime reyes x reader #jaime reyes x you #jaime reyes #jaime reyes x y/n #blue beetle #blue beetle x reader #blue beetle x you #blue beetle x y/n #jaime reyes smut #smut #reader insert #x reader #asks #ask #anonymous #dc universe #anon asks #anonymous asks #dceu

[doormatty3]

Ocean Eyes: Chapter 1 (Orm Marius x Reader)

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Summary:

[Orm Marius x Female Reader] [Orm Marius x You]

The ocean has always fascinated you - the ebb and flow of its water, the marine life in the sea and the wild and untamed beauty it exudes. Your attempts to explain this fascination have always fallen short. But when you meet Orm at the seaside one rainy day you find, that he just understands.  You offer to show him around since he is not from the city. And you are intrigued by his rather strange quirks and his regal demeanour.  After all, how could you not? When his eyes mirror the ocean itself, deep and incredibly blue. OR: You impress Orm with the surface world and he impresses you with his Atlantean cock

Wordcount: 4134

A/N: This is the first chapter for a (probably) 4-5 chapter fic

Also: Our boy Orm deserves some love so this happened.

Normally, you actually like water; after all, it’s an integral part of your life as a marine biologist. 

You’ve spent countless hours immersed in the briny depths, studying the mysteries that lie beneath the surface. In the embrace of the watery depths, you’ve unravelled the secrets of hidden ecosystems, marvelled at the kaleidoscope of marine life, and witnessed the symbiotic dance between predator and prey. The ebb and flow of tides, the rhythmic movement of ocean waves – these are the elements that typically elicit admiration and wonder from you. 

However, this affection for water does not extend to rain, especially when it chooses to make an unannounced entrance when you’re out for a walk along the seaside.

As the heavens open up unexpectedly, you find yourself caught off guard, the rhythmic pitter-patter of raindrops on the sand disrupts the usual symphony of your thoughts. A muttered curse slips through your lips, a reflexive response to the inconvenience of precipitation, and you hastily reach for your umbrella.

The once-clear sky, a former blue sphere, now cloaks itself in shades of grey, as you struggle with the umbrella, desperately attempting to shield yourself from the sudden downpour threatening to soak you through.

“Thank god,” you mutter under your breath when you finally manage to open the umbrella before being drenched. 

As you trudge along the wet sands, your now open umbrella in hand, the lack of shelter becomes painfully apparent. The vast openness of the seaside, which had promised freedom and expansiveness, now offers no refuge from the relentless rain. 

The sea, once a source of inspiration, now seems indifferent to your plight, its waves crashing rhythmically as if mocking the irony of a marine biologist seeking escape from the rain. 

Amidst the relentless downpour, your attention is drawn to a solitary figure at the edge of the beach. Despite the bad weather and the onslaught of rain, the man remains unwavering.

His gaze is steadfastly directed towards the open expanse of the ocean. 

Even from afar you can tell that he’s completely soaked, his blonde hair clings stubbornly to his head, and his clothes adhere to his form like a second skin.

Intrigued by the enigmatic scene, you find yourself pausing in your own battle against the weather, momentarily captivated by the man’s unwavering focus. The rhythmic cadence of the rain seems to fade into the background as you observe the drenched stranger.

Curiosity propels you towards him, each step accompanied by the squelching sound of wet sand beneath your shoes.

Instinctively, you move closer to the man on the edge of the beach, extending the canopy of your umbrella to encompass both of you.

He turns around, surprise evident in his expression, as if awakening from a deep reverie. It becomes clear that your approach went unnoticed, his focus entirely absorbed by the vastness of the open ocean. The sudden shelter you provide seems to bring him back to the present moment.

As your gaze flickers over him, you find yourself inadvertently appreciating the details of his appearance. His smooth skin contrasts with a well-groomed stubble, and his piercing blue eyes hold a hint of depth, perhaps mirroring the expanse of the sea he was lost in moments ago. Expressive eyebrows, a straight nose, and pink lips contribute to an overall attractiveness that stands out even amidst the dampness and the downpour - perhaps the rain even intensified this as your eyes follow the path of a raindrop as it traverses his forehead and nose, eventually dripping from the tip.

Despite the adverse weather, it’s evident that he takes care of himself. The rain reveals the contours of a muscular physique beneath his soaked clothes. A defined chest, broad shoulders, and sculpted arms speak of a physicality that has weathered more than just the current storm.

A quiet “thank you” escapes his lips, accompanied by the subtle curve of a smile that plays on them. As he holds your gaze, his blue eyes reveal more than words convey. There’s an intensity in his look, a depth that suggests the weight of unspoken thoughts resting behind those expressive eyes.

As he breaks the gaze and turns back to the open sea, his presence lingers, all-consuming, and you find yourself unable to simply walk away. Instead, you remain rooted in your spot, holding the umbrella over both of you.

The rhythmic rise and fall of the waves draws your attention, each wave pooling onto the smooth surface of the sand before dispersing like foam. The ocean, in its relentless dance, momentarily recalls its waters, leaving behind a glistening trail of wet sand in its wake.

As you stand there, sheltered under the umbrella, the tableau before you becomes a canvas of contrasts – the vast expanse of the open sea, the ephemeral beauty of the waves, and the tangible presence of the stranger beside you. The sound of raindrops on the umbrella becomes a quiet rhythm, harmonizing with the natural symphony of the seaside.

It really has been ages since you allowed yourself to simply take in the beauty of the ocean and breathe. The thoughts of work, responsibilities, and the hustle of daily life seem to dissolve, rendered insignificant in the face of the vast, timeless expanse of the open sea.

Under the shared umbrella, the ceaseless rhythm of the waves becomes a soothing lullaby, and the salty tang of the sea air fills your lungs with a refreshing breath. The worries and stresses that usually occupy your mind are momentarily eclipsed by the sheer tranquillity of the moment.

With each inhale, you absorb the invigorating sea breeze, and with each exhale, you release any lingering tension. The rain, which was once an inconvenience, now feels like a gentle cleansing, washing away the mental clutter that often accompanies the demands of everyday life.

Normally, your beach walks are just a way to clear your head with familiar surroundings but nothing more than that. So you sift through your thoughts and you ponder the possibility of having seen the man before but his regal demeanour and striking looks leave no trace in your recollections.

Breaking the comfortable silence, you voice your curiosity, “I haven’t seen you here before…” He turns to you, fixing his intense gaze on your face, awaiting your words. “Are you from here?” you inquire.

A subtle smile graces his lips, a fleeting acknowledgement of your question. His hand glides over his chin, tracing the stubble that accentuates his features. Your gaze follows the motion, noting the details - the thickness of his hands, the length of his fingers, and the neatly trimmed nails.

“No,” he begins, and as if sensing your curiosity, he offers a bit more insight, “I’m from far away. I’m… just passing through.”

Despite the cryptic nature of his words, you find yourself captivated by the mysterious charm he exudes. His subtlety and intensity draw you in, leaving you with a desire to unravel the layers behind those enigmatic blue eyes.

“Well then, it’s nice to meet you!” you express with a genuine smile. Taking the initiative, you extend a hand in introduction.

In response to your greeting, he graces you with a full-blown, toothy smile that illuminates his face. His eyes sparkle, reminiscent of sunlight dancing on water, and the skin around his eyes crinkles with the warmth of the expression.

You… want to see that more often, you think. You’d like to be the reason for that infectious smile, to be the reason behind the sparkle in his eyes, and to cast away the haunted look that seems to linger within their depths.

“Happy to make your acquaintance,” he responds, his hand enveloping yours with a firm grasp. As his long fingers curl around yours, a subtle current of electricity prickles at the point of contact, and you find yourself missing his touch when he drops your hand.

“I’m Orm,” he introduces himself.

“Orm,” you test the pronunciation of his name, and you catch the flicker of his eyes as they briefly lower to your lips.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard that name,” you remark, your curiosity piqued. 

In response, he shrugs, a somewhat sheepish expression crossing his features. “As I said, I am not from here,” he adds.

“If you ever need a tour guide, let me know,” you offer, extending a friendly invitation. His eyebrows raise in response, and you catch a glint of curiosity in his eyes. “I know a few nice places… some even provide a better view of the ocean.”

As a gust of wind swirls around you, the dampness of your clothes coupled with the cold air sends a shiver down your spine, and goosebumps emerge on your skin. The sudden chill causes you to freeze, the contrast between the warmth of the moment shared under the umbrella and the elements outside becoming palpable.

In contrast, you observe Orm, still drenched but seemingly unaffected by the cold.

The offer to be his tour guide hangs in the air, and for a brief moment, a subtle fear creeps in. Was it too forward? Does he wish to cut the conversation short, politely concealing any desire to decline?

A sense of relief washes over you as Orm’s response breaks the brief tension. 

“That would be nice,” he says, his eyes straying back to the expanse of the ocean as if lost in thought.

The soft pitter-patter of the rain envelops you both in a cocoon, creating a serene backdrop to the moment. Despite the logical inclination to seek shelter and escape the rain, something within you resists the notion of leaving. A peculiar reluctance binds you to the spot as if an invisible force tethers you to Orm’s calming presence.

Standing beside him, you feel a sense of grounding and tranquillity it’s a sensation that you haven’t experienced before - well, if you’re honest with yourself, you have felt it before. It’s the same feeling you get near or in the ocean.

Maybe it’s his eyes. His deep, blue eyes seem to hold all the mysteries of the sea, mirroring the tranquil rhythm of the rain and the timeless expanse of the ocean.

____

A few days later you see him again and you find yourself back at the same spot.

Today, the weather is vastly different - there’s no rain, and the sun graces the scene with its warm glow.

As you approach the familiar location, the memories of the previous meeting flicker in your mind. You wonder how Orm will look in the bright sunlight - he had already been a vision when completely drenched.

When he comes into view, you find that he’s even more striking than before, 

He is clad in a basic black shirt and matching slacks, the fabric sits snugly on his broad frame, accentuating the contours of his muscular body. The sunlight enhances the contrast, casting a play of shadows that dance along the lines of his thick body.

The blonde hair, now dry and therefore lighter in the sun, is neatly combed back, reflecting the sunlight like strands of golden thread, creating an almost ethereal aura around him.

His gaze is fixed on the sea again. With his head held high and arms folded behind his back, there’s a regal air about him.

“Orm! Hey,” you greet him, genuine warmth in your voice as you approach, happy to see him again. As he turns around to face you, there’s a radiant smile on his lips.

The sunlight adds a gleam to his features as he returns your greeting.

“So, what do you want to see?” you ask Orm, eager to tailor the experience to his preferences. “Have anything in mind?”

He responds with a gracious simplicity, “No, I leave that in your capable hands.”

You can’t help but feel a subtle warmth creeping across your cheeks because he really is rather sweet and charming.

So you clear your throat before speaking, “I promised you some nice places to see the ocean, so let’s do that.”

With a subtle gesture, you signal it’s time to leave, and you start walking with Orm following closely behind. As you set the pace, you observe him adjusting his strides to match yours, a small yet thoughtful gesture that makes your heart beat faster. It’s rare that a guy just does that without having to be asked.

He slips his hands into his pockets, seemingly unsure of what to do with them.

“We’re gonna have to drive a bit,” you mention, looking up at Orm, and tugging your lip between your teeth, “Is that fine for you?”

You gesture towards your small blue car and watch Orm’s gaze as his eyes shift from you to the car before nodding slowly, “Sure.”

As you lead the way, Orm walks behind you, and you notice a hesitation in his movements when you reach the car. He doesn’t do anything until you open your door, watching your movements. To you, he looks a bit lost, as if he’s unsure about how to open the door. But you disregard that thought, it is probably just your mind playing tricks.

As you both get into the car, the doors closing with a reassuring thud, you settle into your respective seats.

“If you need more leg space, feel free to adjust the seat,” you offer, considering he is taller than you.

 He meets your gaze with those striking blue eyes before nodding, “Sure, but I’ll be fine.”

Orm’s gaze wanders around your car, and you notice his eyes catching on the seashell chain dangling from the rearview mirror. His hand raises, and his fingers delicately trace over the hard exteriors of the shells. The gesture carries a certain intimacy as if he’s unravelling the stories embedded in each shell.

The image in your mind briefly diverges, envisioning those deliberate touches on your skin with the same care and intensity. You swallow dryly as you try to remember why you’re here - to show him some spots, to be his friend, not to fuck him.

As you start the car, the engine humming to life, you catch what seems like a subtle jump in the corner of your eyes from Orm. However, you dismiss it, attributing it to a trick of the mind or perhaps a momentary startle that often accompanies the sudden sounds of a car coming to life.

“Do you mind fastening your seatbelt?” you ask, your concern for safety evident in the request. Sure, he’s muscular and fit but in case of an accident that won’t help him much sadly.

Orm nods in acknowledgement, and his eyes meet yours as you secure your seatbelt before mirroring the motion.

He is rather strange.

_____

The drive unfolds in a quiet contentment, accompanied by the soft murmur of the radio playing music at a low volume. Orm, for the most part, gazes out of the window, seemingly lost in thought or captivated by the passing scenery. As the sunlight plays on his face, casting gentle shadows, you find yourself fascinated by the play of light, accentuating his features.

At some point you start humming, caught in the melody of a song and even sing quietly along. After a few beats you notice that Orm’s gaze is fixed on you now, an intensive look in his blue eyes as he studies you with a depth that makes you feel vulnerable.

As you become aware of it, a blush creeps across your cheeks. To your surprise, Orm responds with one of those sweet smiles before breaking eye contact and redirecting his attention to the scenery outside the window again.

“We’re here,” you announce to Orm, bringing the car to a stop. The engine’s hum fades as you turn it off, and you both step out.

You brought him to a medium-high cliff site.

The cliff, standing just a few feet above the ocean, is characterised by weathered stones, carved over time by the relentless touch of the water. It’s not a typical beach setting, but the raw beauty of the scene never fails to captivate you.

Below, the waves crash with a rhythmic symphony, their energy echoing against the stone walls in a natural percussion. Each surge sends sprays of seawater into the air, catching the sunlight like a cascade of liquid diamonds before dissipating into the sea breeze.

The sun, hanging high in the sky, bathes the entire scene in a warm, golden glow. It casts its warm embrace upon the waves, creating a dazzling display as the light interplays with the water that reflects the brilliance of the sun. The golden rays catch in the frothy crests of the wave.

A small path, worn by time and exploration, winds its way down the cliffside side presumably leading to a beach down below.

In the stillness of this remote haven, away from the clamour of the city and the watchful eyes of the world, the air carries a purity that is both invigorating and calming. As you close your eyes and inhale deeply, the crisp, clean air fills your lungs, creating a sense of tranquillity that is uniquely serene.

As you stand there a realization dawns upon you - you’ve never brought someone here before. Yet, as you stand there with Orm, the decision to share this sacred place with him feels instinctive, as if his presence harmonizes with the essence of the surroundings.

Deep within your consciousness, a recognition stirs, an understanding that his eyes mirror the tranquil beauty of this place. There’s an unspoken connection between him and the sea, a sentiment that resonates with the rugged cliffs, crashing waves, and untamed nature surrounding you both. It’s as if his very presence is an extension of the landscape - a kindred spirit to the ocean.

“Beautiful,” Orm’s quiet voice interrupts your reverie, prompting you to turn around and face him, finding that his gaze is fixed on you, not on the breathtaking scenery that surrounds you.

“Yeah, I come here to think - I just feel like I can breathe here,” you share, offering a glimpse into the personal significance this place holds for you. 

As you speak, you notice that Orm’s eyes remain glued to your form, not wandering to the sea. His intense gaze seems to linger on you as if captivated by something beyond the natural beauty of the landscape. You feel your heartbeat in your whole body and electricity coursing through your skin.

Orm steps closer his intense blue eyes never leaving yours. With a gentle touch, he lifts a wayward lock of hair that has fallen in front of your face and tucks it behind your ear.

The gesture is tender, a subtle connection that transcends words. The proximity and the soft touch create a moment suspended in time, the crashing waves and the untouched beauty of the surroundings fading into the background. 

Your breath catches in your throat, momentarily you forget to breathe as you feel his warm skin on your face.

You can’t help but notice the vibrant glow in Orm’s eyes. The sunlight catches in the deep blue hues, and they seem to come alive with a vivid intensity. His gaze, vibrant and open, mirrors the brilliance of the sun that bathes the surroundings.

At that moment, his eyes are a reflection of the untamed beauty of the sea, filled with depths and mysteries that seem to echo the vastness of the ocean. 

Orm’s proximity brings with it an enveloping scent that fills the air around you. It’s a fragrance that captures the essence of the sea, a symphony of the breeze, sea salt, and the unmistakable aroma of the beach. 

As you breathe in, the familiar notes of the sea transport you to the shoreline, the rhythmic sounds of the waves echoing in your mind. 

It is as if he’s water itself.

In the silence, with Orm’s hand gently cradling the side of your face, you notice the subtle movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallows. In a moment of courage, you decide to close the distance.

With a small, bold step on your toes, you reach for his lips, closing the gap between you and Orm. The kiss is a gentle meeting, a fusion of shared connection and unspoken emotions. The crashing waves and the sea breeze seem to hold their breath as if nature itself is pausing to witness this intimate exchange beneath the warm glow of the sun.

Orm’s response is immediate and enveloping. Instead of pulling back, he wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you even closer against his frame. The kiss deepens a mutual exchange that goes beyond words. The embrace is strong and intimate as if the crashing waves below have found their echo in the connection between you and Orm.

Time seems to slow, and the kiss becomes a shared moment suspended in the tapestry of the cliffside sanctuary. The scent of the sea, the warmth of the sunlight, and the touch of his lips create a harmonious symphony, blending with the timeless rhythm of the waves below. 

You feel Orm’s stubble against your skin. The subtle scratch of his facial hair becomes a grounding force, connecting you to the present moment, reminding you that this is happening.

It is as if your entire being comes alive.

Every touch, every nuance of the kiss, is a vibrant testament to the living, breathing connection between you and Orm. 

Breathless, you break the kiss, and as you look at Orm, he appears positively ravishing. The sea breeze plays with his tousled hair, and the sunlight casts a golden glow upon his features.

His eyes reflect a sense of wonder as if the shared moment was something extraordinary and beyond expectation. And then, with a captivating smile, he pulls back slightly, tracing his tongue over his bottom lip, savouring the taste of the kiss.

“That was unexpected,” Orm says, his intense gaze unwavering as he keeps his eyes firmly on you.

“Unwelcome?” you question,  searching for reassurance.

“No, I didn’t say that. It was most welcome,” he assures you with a warm smile, his eyes reflecting a genuine appreciation for the shared moment.

“It’s different from what I thought or expected,” Orm mumbles quietly, his expression turning thoughtful, the words almost lost in the hushed tone.

“What?” you ask, a hint of confusion in your voice, urging him to repeat himself since you didn’t quite catch what he was saying.

“Oh, nothing,” Orm dismisses with a subtle smile, as if choosing to keep certain thoughts close to himself and not to elaborate further. 

You lose your train of thought as soon as Orm reaches for your hand, giving it a subtle, reassuring squeeze, telling you without words that you shouldn’t worry about it.

Orm gently releases your hand, his attention drawn to the scenic surroundings. Taking a few steps forward, he moves closer to the edge of the cliff, where he peers down at the undulating water below. 

In the soft glow of the sunlight, his features come alive, it paints him with warmth, casting a radiant glow that enhances every detail. The light highlights the slight tousle of his hair as the wind delicately weaves through it.

Orm turns to you again, his eyes reflecting a deep appreciation for the surroundings. “I can understand why you come to this place,” he says, his voice carrying a sincere tone. “It really is something special.“

You nod in agreement and offer a warm smile. “Are you hungry?” you ask because the rumble in your own stomach suggests it’s time for a meal. Orm seems to ponder for a moment, considering the idea, and then he agrees with a subtle nod.

Curiosity piqued, you ask, “What do you feel like eating?”

His response is straightforward. “I’d like a burger with fries and a Guinness.”

A grin spreads across your face as you reply, “I know a spot that serves good burgers. I’m not too sure about the Guinness though - but I’m sure you’ll find something.”

Orm nods in satisfaction and you suggest getting back to the car.

“Lead the way, oh guide of tours,” Orm says, his choice of words eliciting a snort from you at the quirky phrasing.

As you both settle into the car, you take the driver’s seat and start the engine. 

Without many words, Orm carefully places a hand on your thigh. 

Initially, it’s just the featherlight touch of his fingertips, but when he senses your ease, he gently lays his hand down, spreading his fingers to cover as much space as possible.

The warmth of his touch seeps through the fabric of your jeans, a searing heat that radiates from your leg, enveloping your entire body. Turning your head towards him, you find his gaze fixed on you and in response, you offer a warm smile.

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[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Farmer Clark

something just snapped at me when I saw this picture. I mean look at this picture

Pairing: Clark Kent x reader

Genre: SMUT, 18+, sir kink, breeding kink, female receiving

Notes: I saw this picture on Pinterest and yeah, I got carried away. Ah, to be on a farm with Clark.

The sun was blazing on the hot Metropolis day. Clark's farm was standing proudly on the hills surrounded by nature. Green hills were holding the fruits of the labor of Clark's blood, sweat, and tears, making produce for him and you for the following year. Y/n walked out of the barn, watching Clark throw a ball of hay over his shoulder as if weighing 2 grams. Maybe for him, it did. His muscle shined from the sweat that glistened on his slightly tanned skin. His pecs tensed every time he pulled, hauled, and threw something, anything, around the farm.

The man was a god walking among mortals, and you felt your mind fill with lewd images of him. His hand held the wrench as he knelt down in front of his tractor, trying to fix minor damage, a damage he told you about, but you could not concentrate on that as you saw his biceps move with each swing, tug, and pull. Observing him kneel like that gave you more ideas and wants. Wishing you were the one sitting there and him kneeling in front of you, eating you out until you see the stars, and he was so good at that. 

"-pass me the...Y/n...Y/n?" Clark brought you out of your daze, noticing your head snap and your eyes trying to find him, finding him on the floor, lying on his back, looking confused, his hand reaching for yours. Giving him your hand, he chuckles.

"As much as I love to hold your hand, your hand can't unscrew a 5-inch bolt. Pass me the tool there."

With a slight blush on your cheeks, you pull away, taking your hand away from his grasp and handing him the appropriate tool, crouching down and sitting on the hay-filled ground, watching him do the work. Work you knew nothing about, you loved being around the farm, and living that quiet farm life, enjoying it with Clark. Relishing in every moment with him in this life, every early morning even though you hated to get up sometimes, every day off when you ran across the field while Clark chased you, every kiss that was stolen away from you while you were trying to make an apple pie, every time riding the tractor while he drove enjoying the bumpy ride. 

"-in your world..."

"Huh?"

Snapping back, you see Clark in front of your face. "I said, 'You really are in your own world, darling?' That is what I said."

Laughing awkwardly, you look at him, seeing the smile on his face, his eyes fixed on you, and his big strong hands caressing your tights. Clark saw the glint in your eyes, he felt your heartbeat quicken when his hand inched a bit higher towards your waist, caressing unhurriedly as if trying to make you say it. To say what you want. What you want him to do to you.

"You know that I can feel you, sweetness. Every breath that stops in your throat, every whimper that you muffle, each gaze you throw at me. Therefore, you can tell me, darling. What do you want?"

Clark was playing the long game as much as you did. But on a much higher level. And he looked so delectable like that. Muscles on display, just wearing the overalls, he was playing every single character in your favorite romance books. And you wanted nothing more than to skip to the best part, but you needed to speak, as thinking too long might not help. He is a hero, but reading minds was not his forte.

"I want you, Kal-El. I want you to have your way with me." 

Leaning into him, you kiss him, wrapping your hands around his neck, scratching the baseline of his hair, nipping and tugging. Clark felt himself shift into more of his primal urges, and the kiss was the fuse that started it. His nose filled with your arousal as his hands began to remove bits of your clothing; unlike Clark, you had more clothes on yourself. Sitting in his lap, you felt his length harden, your hips sway back and forth, and you continued to make out. The motion takes a new direction as Clark picks you up in his arms, laying you gently on the ground, the hay starting to make your skin itch. Pulling away, Clark breath out 

"Put this behind your back." He offers his jacket, and you happily take it, placing it on your back.

Laying comfortably on it, Clark stops to take you in, your heart, your body, your whimpers, and at that moment, he wants to devour you.

"Darling, will you let me eat you out?"

You can simply whimper as your legs want any friction as they rub together. Removing your pants and underwear, Clark's face is in front of his other favorite pair of lips(as he said), and for once, you didn't mind the view. Clark was face down, ass up, and after his perfect face was his perfect ass sticking in the air. His blue eyes looked into yours, and you felt his tongue lick you, so slowly and sensually, like a feather touching your skin. 

"More, Clark! This isn't enough." You say as you cup your breasts, fondling them, trying to add more sensation. 

"I just started, pet. Believe me, I will have my way with you. I will corput you." Clark stated as he started his work. Licking up your folds, tracing each curve, fold and dip you had to offer. All of his tongue work leading to your clit, sucking with a harsh motion making you yelp and arch your back. Clark knew what he was doing to you, but you had no idea what you were doing to him. Sure, he was in pain as his cock was painfully hard and his balls heavy, needing to be emptied inside you, to breed you but for now, seeing you like this and that just being the start gave him some satisfaction. His fingers found your backside as they toyed with the rim making small circles on the entrance.

That feeling to you was different, your first time of him doing that and still being so gentle. The sensation started to bubble in you feeling a climax nearing extremely close. 

"Clark, I am close. Stop."

At the word, Clark stops and looks concerned "Are you okay? Was I too rough? I know we didn't talk about anal-" You laugh at his words as you bring him up to you, kissing him passionately, telling him in the kiss that everything is perfect. 

"What I mean by 'Stop.' was that I do not want to cum like this, but I want to cum together." 

Clark looks at you and chuckles himself.

"You had me worried there, missy. But what you ask, you shall receive since you have been such a good girl."

"Yes."

Clark towers over you, his muscles shining from the overhead lighting and casting an intimidating shadow on your body.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir." You reply.

Your body tenses as you feel his cock tapping your clit, teasing you. His hips push forwards with a slow, agonizing pace, your walls making way for his massive length as he nestles deep inside you, finding the warmth and spark he wanted. Placing your hands on his shoulder, you let yourself relax and enjoy the moment. His hips moved back slow as ever, making you whine at the loss of his fullness. Clark chuckles darkly

"I knew you wanted me to fuck you. But today, I am not doing that." he says while looking deep into your soul "I am going to breed you." he proclaimed, slamming his hips into you, the sensation dilating itself to a maximum in a second. Taking a fast pace, you saw his eyes closed, focused on what he is feeling and giving you as his ears are filled with your moans and pornographic sounds filling the empty barn. 

"I will make sure you are full of my cum. No matter how many times you will carry my child." he voiced, his hands keeping yours in a gentle touch while his hips proclaimed you. 

Hearing his statement, you felt a fire stir in you. You and Clark talked about having kids and occasionally having baby fever but nothing so sure came from his mouth as of seconds ago. 

"Yes! I want your babies, Clark!" you screamed out, giving him an inkling that you, too, wanted this life.

His hips continued to snap into yours as his fingers found your clit rubbing it, pressing just hard enough for you to be closer to your climax. 

"Then if we want a baby...we need to cum together. What do you say, missy? Are you close? I can feel you squeeze me tighter and tighter." 

At a loss for words, you shake your head up and down, shutting your eyes and feeling the inevitably snap in you as you came. Clark's pace slowed as he rutted into you, letting himself fall beside you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you inhumanly close.

"You really make me crazy. You know that, darling?" Clark said, kissing your neck, leaving a few hickeys in its wake. You watched him carefully pull out as he grabbed his overalls to clean you up. You pull away from him, saying "Those overalls are the reason we are in this position. Don't you dare ruin them." 

Clark looks at them, confused "They are just overalls." 

Standing up slowly, still feeling full, you say, "Those are the sexiest overalls I have ever seen." 

With a naughty gleam, Clark throws the overalls over his shoulder " Then I will have to find another way to clean you up."

I have a audio file on farmer Clark in the making if you want to hear a snippet of it CLICK HERE.

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[freesketchgo]

Hiding at the Gotham Museum Gala version 2 fanart - Well, I really like the composition of this piece and I would have been sorry if it had been left out of the collection here so I made this version.

#batman #benaffleck #batman v superman #dceu #dceuart #wonderbat #galgadot #wonderwoman #justiceleague #batfleck #smut #intimate #desire #touch #passion #lust #ben affleck #dc fanart #fanart #bruce wanye #diana of themiscyra #diana prince

[lqvedianas]

First time for everything

warnings!: (smut/degration kink/praise kink/hair pulling kink/choking kink/dom sub underlines/domination kink)

smut underneath the cut

It was strange.

Orm knew he’d have to stay low til people believed her was dead like his brother told him, but that do mean he actually wanted too?

The first green flag he got he practically ran (his new favorite thing to do) his way to the city called the quote “big apple”

He had never gone away from the ocean unless absolutely necessary. Yet here he was walking awkwardly amongst a group of people when he felt a tap on his back.

“Are you okay sir?”

You had to ask! He was walking as if he’d been shot in the ass.

“Yes..Perfectly fine- But i have a question miss..Where’s this self proclaimed big apple?”

You burst out laughing.

“Self proclaimed big apple?”

“Isn’t this the right place? i’ve been here for days yet no big apple.”

Holy shit! he was seriously saying that!

“You know that’s just a saying right? This isn’t an apple?”

“I wouldn’t know, i’m not from here” Shit. God he couldn’t keep anything to himself.

“Oh really? Where you from pretty boy?”

“Out of town, reallyyy far south like really far i doubt you’ll know where”.

“Mississippi?”

“Uh sure something like that.” He smirked, this was the longest he’d talked to a surface dweller. Let alone the fact it was a woman. A hot woman at that. Shit he hadn’t spoke in a good thirty seconds and now she was staring awkwardly.

“I um have to go but here’s my number, incase you want to actually tell me where you’re from.” You gave him your cell number and smiled as you walked away. If it wasn’t for your scheduled dinner you would’ve continued talking to the mysterious man, even though you sub conscious was telling you to run.

Damn you and being attracted to hot guys.

He continued his walk with a satisfied smirk, was it really this easy to attract women on the surface?

He continued his quest to find said apple but grew bored as he checked into a on surface hotel. He eventually dialed your number into his hotel phone (since he didn’t have a actual one yet)

“Hello?”

“It’s me the guy who was trying to find the apple earlier”

“Oh..Hey, call me to finally say where your from?”

“Something of the sorts, you should come over so we can discuss it.” He smirked looking down at the bed.

“Sure, i’ll be over in a few.”

Like you said you arrived at the hotel with a shirt that made your breasts practically pop out the shirt, pushy? yes. sultry? yes. but he had already called you over so it was obviously worth it.

“You loook…Great.” He grinned at you.

“Thank you.” Your were practically begging to climb the guy down.

“Come in come in.” He ushered you in with his arm, his hand on your back and trailing lower..Giving you a gentle squeeze. You sat on the bed with a little distance.

“Come on, i’m not gonna bite.”

“I know i’ve just never done this before, like going to see a guy at a mysterious hotel, if you weren’t hot i truthfully wouldn’t have even came over.”

“In all truthfulness, i haven’t either.”

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better.”

“I’m far from a liar.”

“I doubt a guy like you has never gone to a hotel to meet up with someone.”

“A guy like me hasn’t even been to the surface before”

Surface? What the hell was he talking about?

“Surface? Okay you don’t have to be sarcastic.”

“Look between you and me, i’m not from around here. I’m from some place a little further south, And i’m here lie down for a little and just learn a few new things..” His hand slid up your thigh “If you’re willing to teach me.”

“Teach you?…Have you never had sex where you from?”

“Something like that.”

“Well i’m down to teach you as long as you finish telling where your from first.” You smirked, a deal for a deal.

“I’m from atlantis. That city in the water? Yeah that’s me. But i kinda got kicked out momentarily.”

“So are you like the king or something?”

“Well kinda-“

“Because that’s really hot.”

Oh.

He had to continue the lie now.

“Yes i’m a king. A king who’s never been with a human, one with your beauty at that.”

He kissed you and slid a hand up your shirt and squeezed your breast, your already hard nipples being squeezed made you practically squeal.

“Oh? Humans can do that?” He grinned and grabbed your other breast making you practically moan so loud even the orca whales could hear you from here.

He grabbed your legs and flipped you over his lap so now you were straddling his lap..then he stopped.

“What’s that for?”

“Well underwater we usually do it differently so-“

“Oh..Well humans do it a little differently, want me to guide you?”

“Please yes.”

You kissed him and pushed him back into the bed, un buttoning his belt as you unzipped his jeans. Precum leaking through the base of his undergarments.

You took out his cock and palmed it, already hard he let out soft whimpering from the feeling. “Keep going.”

“Hm?”

“Please keep going..”

“You going to good just let go..release in my hand come on- no pun intended.”

Almost on command he came in your hand as you slowly let yourself onto him. And god his size truly changed from palming it to now feeling it inside you.

“Now you just have to move you hips and i’ll do the rest-“

He grinded “Alright then…” He moved his hips slowly and started to make you bounce on him, you let out soft moans as you put your hands on his shoulders.

“I get it now.”

He flipped you over onto your back as your ankles were now on his shoulders as you thrusted into you hard.

“You know underwater- The current gives so much movement it’s hard to honestly get a good rhythm but here! God! It’s great! And humans truly are much more flexible-“ He grabbed your leg and pushed it over your head

“Just amazing.” He knew exactly what he was doing. Pushing his luck.

He knew humans weren’t as durable as atlanteans. But god it was fun. Watching his seamen fall out of your cunt.

He chuckled as you reached another orgasm. Calling out his name as you had never felt someone practically break through you before yet here he was. His first time ever feeling the warmth humans had to offer and he was making you throw your head back as another orgasm made way.

“Fuck-k orm please don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, you know what i was planning on? Settling down with you..Maybe making a baby? You want me to fill you up and make a half breed baby? I can imagine it. You just full of my royal seed.”

His own words made him cum (again) as he thrusted into you. His cum leaking out as a trail as he pulled out.

“Thank you,for showing me the way of humans…It’s truly amazing.”

Hopefully plan B still worked when it came too atlantean seed.

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[marvelsgirl616]

He’s so 😫🧎🏻‍♀️

I need some dark!barry or softdom!barry soo bad

That dark/mischievous glimmer in his eyessss 😫

I know it’s big

#barry allen imagine #barry allen #grant gustin #the flash imagine #the flash cw #the flash #dc tv shows #barry allen x reader #barry allen smut #reverse flash #eobard thawne #tom cavanagh #cisco ramon #dceu fandom #barry allen icons #dc fanfic #the flash fanfiction

[alienguts]

Duet (Bruce Wayne x f!Reader)

Summary: Bruce and Y/N take round two into the bathroom.

Warnings: NSFW, washing/bathing, smut, shower sex, cunnilingus, mild size kink, service top!Bruce 🔞

Request?: Yes?

A/N: I got a couple of requests for a sequel to Bonavox and I am happy to deliver that!

The bathroom was steamy when Bruce and Y/N got into the shower together. He knew she didn’t enjoy his ice-cold showers in the Cave and wanted her to have her comforts. A contented sigh escaped his lungs when the warm water hit his skin and his muscles immediately relaxed. He took Y/N by her hand and gently led her to stand under the water with him, her head turning back so she could wet her hair.

“I told you warm water was better than cold, didn’t I?” Y/N said as she smoothed her hair back.

“You did,” Bruce said. “But that’s not going to stop me from taking cold showers after patrol.”

“Sometimes I swear you’re some kind of masochist.” Y/N picked up Bruce’s body wash and a loofah and lathered up the soap before swiping it over his chest and shoulders.

“Wanting to stay alert after patrol isn’t really masochism,” Bruce said as he turned around to let her wash his back.

She frowned as she looked at his scars and fresh bruises before lightly running her fingers over them. Bruce coming home bruised was something that she accepted a long time ago, but seeing them never made it any easier. 

He felt her pause and turned around to face her again, taking her hands in his and bringing them to his face. He softly kissed each of her knuckles before he leaned down to kiss her lips and wrap his arms around her, pulling her smaller body into his. She eagerly accepted his touch and carefully stood on her toes as she returned his kiss.

“I know you worry,” he said against her lips, “but I’m okay.”

“You’re sure you’re okay?” she asked as she slowly pulled away from him.

“Positive. Now let me get you.”

Y/N stepped out of the shower spray and put the loofah to the side so he could grab hers. Bruce squirted the fruity gel directly onto her chest, the cold making her jump slightly before he started to lather it up. He rubbed circles across her chest and shoulders before sliding them down to her breasts, cupping them in his large hands and squeezing lightly. She let out a soft whimper when his rough fingertips brushed over her hardening nipples before sliding down her body to soap up her stomach and back. The feeling of his warm palms on her skin made her body tingle and her core dampen, desperate for him to touch her there.

“Bruce, don’t tease,” Y/N whispered, her voice only just audible above the sound of the water.

“I’m not teasing,” Bruce said as he moved his hands around to gently grasp her backside. “I’m cleaning.”

He repeated the same motions as he had with her breasts, cupping and gently squeezing before rubbing the soap around in circles. Y/N’s core continued to tingle and moisten as it started to clench and relax. She watched him as he crouched down in front of her, the water gradually spraying onto her front as he lowered himself to his knees, washing the soap off of her body.

Bruce let go of her behind and slowly ran his hands down her legs and back up before plunging his right hand between her legs, his other resting on the small of her back. He gently rubbed the insides of her thighs, making sure to keep his soapy fingers away from her pussy.

She breathed his name and pushed her hips into his fingers before he stood back up to grab the shower head. Her muscles relaxed as the warm water washed the soap away from her lower half and her eyes closed just as Bruce started to bring the head to her pussy. She jumped slightly when the jet hit her clit and grasped at his shoulders to keep her balance as he pressed soft kisses to her torso, slowly trailing them further and further down.

“I think it’s my turn to hear your pretty voice,” he purred as he set the shower head aside, letting it spray down the drain.

Y/N swallowed thickly as she let him manoeuvre her to rest her back against the wall and drape her leg over his broad shoulder. The tiles were cold against her back, contrasting against the warmth radiating from his body. She could see that he was already hard, his thick length brushing against his thigh as he adjusted himself on his knees.

The world seemed to slow down in those few moments before he slid his tongue through her folds. Her fingers immediately tangled in his hair as her head fell back to rest against the tiles and she basked in the sensation of him worshipping her body.

“Fuck, Bruce,” she breathed. “You’re so good at that.”

He hummed into her pussy and squeezed her hips lightly before continuing to caress her with his tongue. His cock twitched as her sweet essence coated his tongue and flooded her mouth. He needed to have more of her and he would lick and suck her until his lungs ran out of air if that meant he would be able to hear her sweet moans.

Y/N couldn’t help the sounds that escaped her lungs as she let herself be taken over by the pleasure Bruce was giving to her. Her voice bounced off the tiles and throughout the bathroom, all of her inhibitions lost. She didn’t care if anybody could hear her over the spray of the shower and let her voice go wild.

Bruce removed his right hand from her hip and trailed it around her body to rub her clit as he ran the tip of his tongue around her entrance, feeling her cunt clench as if she was trying to beckon him inside. He gathered her essence onto the tip of his tongue and spread it around, dragging his tongue back up to her clit before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently.

Y/N cried out louder and pulled his hair harder before pushing his face further into her and holding him close with her leg around his shoulder. She couldn’t stop her hips from bucking into him as he sucked on her clit, her orgasm gradually building inside her.

“Do you want me to make you cum?” Bruce purred into her pussy, his mouth barely leaving her and his voice vibrating into her.

Y/N opened her mouth to speak but could only reply with a broken moan.

“Use your words,” he said. “Tell me what you want.”

“Your fingers,” she panted. “I want your fingers and your mouth.”

“Fingers and mouth?” he teased. “Anything you want, sweetheart.”

He gently pushed a finger into her needy pussy and slowly thrust it in and out before adding another. His cock twitched again when he felt her clench around her, her body pushing her sweet spot into his fingers. He latched back onto her clit as he curled his fingers inside her, his strokes firm enough to coax her growing climax out of her.

“Keep doing that,” Y/N moaned, her head hanging back against the tiles.

Bruce kept a steady pace as he fucked her with his fingers so that her pleasure built up gradually rather than hit her all at once. Her pussy burned at the sensation of him pleasuring her and she didn’t know how much longer she could last for him.

Her moans became more and more desperate as the tension in her lower body grew, her legs shaking and threatening to give out from underneath her. Her nerves spiralled and tangled more and more together as he licked and sucked her and curled his fingers more firmly inside her. She started to pant faster and babbled about how much she wanted to cum and how good he was making her feel until her back finally arched and her breath caught in her throat.

The knots in her stomach finally snapped and her climax spread through her body like fire, reaching every part of her as she moaned and panted, her hips bucking sharply into Bruce’s face. He tried to keep her still with his free hand as he brought her down from the heavens. The feeling of her fluttering cunt clenching around his fingers was divine and he couldn’t wait to feel it around his cock.

Once her orgasm that simmered down, Bruce gently pulled his fingers out of Y/N and let her clit out of his mouth. He licked her essence off of his lips and stood back up to kiss her, making her taste herself on his lips.

“You taste so good,” he mumbled against her mouth. “You always taste so good.”

She returned his kiss and parted her lips when he ran his tongue along them, letting him slip inside and explore her mouth. Her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders as their tongues danced together and he picked her up as if she was a doll, her legs around his waist.

Y/N had never been with a man as big as Bruce was, in more ways than one. The size of his hands and the way he towered over her never failed to excite her, and he always filled her to the point that she thought she could split in two.

She broke off the kiss and ran her thumb along his lower lip, noticing the cut in it and trying to soothe it.

“How’d you get this?” she asked, her voice raw from moaning so much.

Bruce took her hand and kissed her palm before placing it back on his shoulder.

“I’ll tell you later,” he said. “I’ve got something more important to do right now.”

Y/N’s body heated up again as he took his hard cock in his hand and ran the tip through her folds, slicking himself up with her wetness before steadily pushing inside, stretching her already sensitive cunt. She was grateful that Bruce had always been so good at foreplay. Any other man as big as him would have torn her up badly and not been so patient.

Once he was completely inside, he stilled and let her adjust to him as he held her close to his body and felt her squeeze around him as she trembled in his arms. He softly kissed her neck and pushed her back to rest against the wall as she exposed more of her skin to him for him to kiss and nip.

Y/N gave him the signal to start and sighed when he began to move his hips against hers, thrusting upwards into her tight, wet cunt while keeping her still against the tiles. Bruce let out small moans of his own as he lost himself in her body; her soft skin slid against him, her lips caressing his skin, her fingers tangling in his hair, her perfect pussy squeezing his cock so well it made his head swim.

“You feel amazing, baby,” he panted into her neck. “So perfect.”

Y/N’s pussy clenched at his words as if she was begging him to praise her more, to tell him how good she was for him. The feeling of his cock steadily sliding in and out of her was heavenly and she found her voice again, letting it echo throughout the room.

“How’s that feel?” Bruce crooned in her ear. “That feel good?”

“Yeah,” she whined. “Yeah, that feels good.”

“Be vocal for me, tell me what you like.”

“Faster,” she said. “I like it when you go faster.”

He sped up his thrusts slightly, fucking her at a faster pace, but not so much to make her uncomfortable. He hit her sweet spot repeatedly with ease, his cock brushing against it with each thrust. 

“There,” she moaned. “Fuck, Bruce, right there.”

Y/N clung to his body as he continued to snap his hips against her, his movements getting sloppy as his climax came closer and closer. She brought one of her hands down between their bodies to play with her clit, her nerves being wound tighter and tighter by the both of them until they finally ignited again.

Her back arched into Bruce as she cried out and clenched around him, dragging his own climax out of him, painting her cunt with his cum as he tensed in her arms and moaned into her damp skin. He continued to lazily thrust into her as he rode out his high until he had nothing left to give and steadily pulled out of her.

Bruce kept holding her as they both regained their breath and lazily kissed, not wanting to break apart in the cooling bathroom. It wasn’t until Y/N started to shiver in his arms that he lowered her back to stand on her wobbly legs. She held onto the wall as he took the shower head from the floor and put it back in its place.

“You feel okay?” he asked her tenderly as he drew her to stand under the warm water again.

She nodded and let the water run over her, warming her and relaxing her muscles as Bruce’s cum ran out of her pussy and down her legs.

“I think we need to get cleaned up again,” she said with a breathy laugh.

“I guess we do,” Bruce said as he stroked her face with the backs of his fingers. “You know what I think?”

“What’s that?” Y/N asked as she picked up the forgotten loofah and soaped it up again.

“We should have you on the comms more often if it means nights like this.”

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[tiannasfanfic]

Use Your Words

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Smut)

Summary: A safe word is the signal that lets your Dom know when you've hit your limit. Is Adrian Chase really so good at Doming that you forgot what it is? (Crossposted to AO3)

Rating: Explicit - 18+

Author Note: Afab reader but no pronouns used. It's time for Smut! Saturday Smut! I was thinking of making this a weekly thing. Smut Saturday's! What smutty things would y'all like to see in my stories? While I've got plenty of ideas on my own, I'd love to hear what y'all think and what ideas you'd like to see! Feel free to send them in asks, DMs or comments!

CW: Smut! Everything is consensual. Oral sex (f receiving, mentions of m receiving), forced orgasms, begging, mention of consensual non-consensual play. Light BDSM Play and Light Dom/sub play is probably the easiest way to describe it.

Word Count: 2,421

It happens sometimes.

The moment gets so intense that pleasure overrides all senses, the wave of endorphins and serotonin whisks away all rational thought and logic.

But rather than recede, the feeling keeps building. And building. Until the wave crashes over you again, making your limbs tremble and your eyes squeeze closed.

And it still doesn’t stop.

Time had no meaning anymore as you laid at the bottom edge of your bed, Adrian kneeling on the floor in front of you. He brought you back to that wave of pleasure repeatedly until you were seeing stars, almost hyperventilating and your body was convulsing. It was overwhelming you now, and not in a good way.

You opened your mouth to say what you needed to say, but the feeling of Adrian’s tongue swirling around your extremely sensitive clit made you scream, your body writhing under his strong grip. You came again, and a few more flicks of his tongue later made the next orgasm after that happen a few seconds later.

That’s when it happened.

You forgot the safe word.

You were over your limit, and you forgot your damn safe word.

It wasn’t anything complicated. The two of you knew well enough to keep things simple. Traffic light colors. The non-verbal signal was just as simple. Three firm taps on his arm or leg if your hands were free, like they were now.

Right as you were moving your hand to tap out, you felt his fingers probing back into your throbbing pussy as he sucked your clit into his mouth.

Then you realized also forgot the non-verbal signal.

Shit.

Overstimulation during sex wasn’t quite like being overstimulated in other ways. It was a barrage of feelings, just like the regular kind, but regular overstimulation quickly becomes unpleasant. Sexual overstimulation still feels insanely good even once the pleasure becomes painful. While you wanted it to stop, you also didn’t want it to stop, so your body was not wanting to cooperate with you.

Letting go of Adrian where you had been holding onto his hair and onto his arm, you reached above you to grab onto anything you could. You managed to grab onto two handfuls of the bed and started trying to pull yourself away. Adrian didn’t have as tight of a grip on you as he normally did, so you were able to pull yourself up the bed some.

You felt his lips and fingers leave your pussy, but there was little time to be relieved. Adrian hooked his arms under your legs, took hold of your ass and dragged you back down to him. His mouth eagerly latched back onto your clit, sending shockwaves through your body as you felt another orgasm quickly build.

How he was so good at this, you’d never know. Normally, you weren’t complaining. Even now you weren’t really complaining.

“Fuck!” you screamed, back arching off the bed as Adrian increased the suction and you came again.

Oh, sure, you could remember that word, but still not the safe word.

Grabbing ahold of the comforter, you pulled yourself up the bed again, this time squirming under his grasp when he tried to pull you back. You managed to crawl backwards before Adrian grabbed one of your ankles to prevent you from going any further. Looking down finally, you saw you had actually made it further up the bed than you thought. Adrian had one knee up on the bed now, one foot still on the floor and he was leaning over to hold onto your ankle. He was looking down at you with an intense gaze, pupils blown wide, and a smirk on his lips. It was almost predatory and somehow made you ache despite everything his tongue had just put you through.

You tried to squirm backwards, but he held onto you tightly. You started batting at the hand holding you with your other foot, but he easily caught it with his free hand.

Now Adrian had both your ankles pinned to the bed. He fully climbed up onto the bed then as he brought your feet together. Then, lifting both of your legs to one of your shoulders, he made his way up the bed to you on his knees. He stopped once the curve of your ass was flush with his hips. He moved one of your legs then, so you had one over each of his shoulders. The movement of your legs parting allowed his hard cock to rest right against your pussy.

He thrust against you, the length of his cock rubbing up over your clit. You gasped, your body spasming under his at the contact, still extremely sensitive. You grabbed above you again and found you could just reach the headboard. After you grabbed it, you tried to pull yourself away again, but Adrian was having none of it. He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you back towards him.

The safe word or signal still hadn’t come back.

Before you could try to crawl away again, Adrian pushed your legs down towards your chest, his grip firm and bruising in the back of your thighs. When he had you nearly bent in half, and at such an angle you couldn’t scoot away anymore, his head dipped back down to your pussy.

Running the tip of his tongue along your outer lips, he made a shiver go through your body. Trying to struggle away from him had given your body a brief respite, letting your sensitivity come down some. You hoped it might be enough to let your brain settle back down. You still needed to remember the safe word. Adrian wasn’t going to stop eating you out until you said the word or did the gesture.

The sensitivity had only pulled back enough from the edge of overstimulation, so it wasn’t quite painful anymore. Instead of your brain settling down though, it felt like everything he did was heightened now. As Adrian’s tongue softly ran through your folds, the warmth of his tongue felt so good on the tenderness caused by his attention and orgasms. You found yourself moaning deeply as he probed his tongue inside you.

You felt him groan against your pussy as his tongue started swirling just inside you, soon darting in and out of you, as if completely enamored by your taste. Which you knew he was. Normally this level of eating you out was accompanied by all sorts of talk about how wet you were and how good you tasted. To be fair, he had started out talking like that, like he always does. But this time, not very long in, he had asked if you remembered the safe word. When you said yes, he said “good,” then dove into your pussy like a man possessed. You weren’t sure what triggered it aside from Adrian being horny and hyper-fixating, and normally you wouldn’t be complaining.

It wasn’t long before Adrian trailing his tongue up between your folds to circle slowly around your clit. He barely used any pressure, the tip of his tongue just slightly flicking around it. Your gasped, your hips jerking up just slightly towards his face. You may have not been able to move much at this angle, but that was one bit of movement from you he did allow. Any moves that got your pussy closer to his mouth seemed to be okay with him.

It also encouraged him to dive right back in with renewed vigor.

There wasn’t anything gentle or slow about what happened next.

His lips wrapped around your clit, and he sucked it roughly into his mouth. It felt like wave of electricity surged through your body from your clit. Your legs started shaking under his strong grip, your pussy clenching at nothing as you felt your orgasm quickly build.

“Fuck, Adrian…feels so good,” you moaned, head tilting back and eyes closing as you felt his grip tighten on your legs.

Still no safe word, but at this point, you forgot you were even supposed to be remembering it. You came with a cry of his name, your whole body shaking. One of your hands went to his head, fingers lacing into his hair as he let you use what little movement, he allowed you to grind your pussy up into his mouth.

Adrian didn’t stop. His lips were firmly around your clit and sucking on it hard. Your next orgasm happened soon after the first. You screamed, both from the wave of pleasure it sent through your body and the throbbing of your clit.

Now you were right back in the overstimulated state you were before. Your pussy was throbbing, your clit was throbbing. The pleasure was unlikely anything you had ever felt. You felt like you were on cloud nine and were about to go higher. You had never believed there could ever be too much of a good thing, but this might be close to changing your mind. It was as if your body could only handle so much of a good thing.

Nearly crying at this point, you had both of your hands on the top of Adrian’s head, trying to push him away. You didn’t know how much more you could take.

You managed to push him back for a second before his lips came right back to your clit, sucking on it even harder now it felt like. Now tears were streaming down your face, your whole body jumping with every pull of his lips. You made another attempt to push him away, but he didn’t even budge that time. He was rooted to the spot, still holding your legs above you, breaking contact with his lips only to start rapidly flicking your clit with his tongue.

It was too much. The next orgasm hit seconds later and felt like a white heat exploding from your core. For a moment, it was like you felt weightless. Your arms and legs tingled, your toes clenched, you saw stars behind your eyelids. Then your pussy clenched painfully, and your whole body tensing as a cry ripped its way out of your mouth.

“Fuck, stop, please Adrian, please stop,” you wailed, desperate as you tried to push him away again. “Please, please, please stop!”

While something like “stop” isn’t a particularly good safe word since you both liked consensual non-con play, it had just slipped out. You still couldn’t think of the safe word or the non-verbal signal but was willing to try anything.

Surprisingly, he stopped.

Within seconds, you were laying on your back on the bed and Adrian was next to you, cradling your face in his hands.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he said softly, but with gentle authority, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. “Open your eyes for me, Y/N. C’mon, look at me. Let me see those pretty eyes of yours.”

It took a bit for that last orgasm to fade enough for you to even do that. Adrian kept talking to you softly until you opened your eyes and gazed up at him. Your eyelashes were wet, and his image swam a bit as the last of the tears fell from your eyes.

Adrian gazed into your eyes, looking deeply into them for a moment. He recognized something of your distress and his entire facial expression changed to worry.

“Are you okay?” he immediately asked then. “Did I hurt you? How come you didn’t use the safe word?”

Your face shifted from the red of a post orgasm flush to the red of feeling like a dumbass embarrassment.

“I kinda…” you licked your lips, still having some difficulty talking. “Forgot…it.”

Adrian blinked at you.

“You forgot the safe word?”

You nodded.

“What about the signal?” he asked. “You forget that too?”

You nodded again.

It took a moment as your words sank in. Then the expression on Adrian’s face went from worry to delight.

“Holy shit, I fucking ate you out until you were dumb!”

You blinked at him then started giggling.

“Yeah, I guess you did,” you said.

Adrian fist pumped the air excitedly, then stood up and started to pull the covers up over you.

“Wait, what are you doing?” you asked.

“You’ve hit your limit,” he stated confidently. “We’re done for the night.”

You blinked again.

“Done?" you said. "We can’t be done. What about you?”

You let your gaze travel down Adrian’s naked body. His dick was standing at full attention, the head a deep red of extreme arousal as precum leaked from the tip. It looked uncomfortable, but delicious. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight.

“I’ll be fine,” he said, waggling his dick at you in what was supposed to be a comical way, but it just enticed you more. “I’ve got two hands and have a whole hard drive full of porn if I need any help.”

Like hell you were going to let that happen after what he just did to you.

Before he could move away from the bed, you leaned forward, reaching out with one hand to gently grasp the base of his cock. Right as Adrian opened his mouth to say something, you leaned in to take the head of his dick into your mouth. Any protest he had turned into a deep moan at the feeling of your lips. You gently sucked on the tip of his dick to clean off the precum, then leaned back. You met his gaze with yours as your hand slowly started stroking his shaft. His eyes were wide, jaw slack.

“I have a better idea,” you said, and you saw him swallow heavily. “Why don’t you go grab me a bottle of water and then, after I drink it, you fuck my mouth and throat until you cum?”

The expression on Adrian’s face became indescribable. He flushed a red so deep it was almost purple, he swallowed heavily again, and he couldn’t stop blinking.

“A-a-are you sure?” he finally stammered. “Y-y-ou don’t h-have to…”

He broke off with a groan as you slightly increased the speed you were stroking him.

“Baby, please let me suck your dick,” you said in a very sweet voice, batting your eyes up at him. “If you don’t let me make you cum after you made me feel so amazing, I swear to god I will cry. Please… let me do this for you.”

Adrian nearly broke the sound barrier going to get you some water.

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[lacontroller1991]

Bull Ride (Rick Flag x F!Reader)

Main Master List || DC Master List

Warnings: SMUT 18+, language, dirty talk, sexual suggestions, drinking, innuendos, girl on top, unestablished relationship, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), creampie, uncovered feelings, tipsy sex with consent

Inspired by a conversation with @a-reader-and-a-writer a long time ago.

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Rick looks over his shoulder for the ninth time in a row, his hands gripping his mug a little tighter each time as he watches you laugh in amusement, a smile never leaving your face as you watch man after man get tossed from the mechanical bull. Rick grumbles at the sight, swirling his beer around before downing it and making his way over to the crowd.

Tapping on the announcer's shoulder, Rick asks to be next as he catches your eyes from the arena, a perfect brow raised in question.

"Alright folks, our next contestant is Rick!" The crowd cheers around him but his ears tune out all the others, only focusing on the way you cheer his name. The man places a worn cowboy hat on Rick's parted hair before giving him a slap on the back. "Good luck." Rick nods as he hops over the barricade and straddles the mechanical bull. Gripping onto the handle with one hand, Rick holds onto the hat as the bull slowly begins to move. After picking up pace, Rick's body flows with each rough thrust of the bull. People around him cheering and screaming in support as Rick manages to stay on the bull longer than most of the previous riders.

You, on the other hand, can't help the way the blush slowly blooms under your skin as your eyes fixate on his posture and how it moves in tandem. And his hips. His damn hips. "Hot damn." A girl next to you mutters as she twirls a finger in her hair, her heated gaze watching Rick's body. You roll your eyes in annoyance as jealousy creeps in. It's not like he's yours. He's merely a friend, a coworker, but damn you wish he was yours. You take another sip of the drink in your hand as the bull starts to slow down.

"Alright, easy there cowboy. Don't wanna show up everybody now," the announcer jokes as the bull comes to a complete stop, allowing Rick to slip off with grace and make his way over to you, a shit eating grin on his face, but before he can make a comment, the girl from earlier steps in.

"Howdy cowboy. Wanna take me for a ride?" You have to resist the urge to kick her ass into the floor as Rick lightly places his hands on her arms and pushes her to the side, unveiling you.

"Enjoy the show?"

"Oh for sure. You were definitely entertaining," you comment, plucking the hat off his head and placing it on yours, a sudden surge of confidence flowing through you. "Though I'd like to see what else those hips could do, Colonel."

Rick chuckles, taking the drink out of your hand, the adrenaline from the ride and alcohol coursing through his veins and giving him the courage to flirt back. "Well darlin', that's if you can handle the ride."

"What makes you think I can't, Colonel?" Rick blushes as your manicured hand traces down his covered abdomen. "I don't think you could handle the rider."

Rick takes a step closer, walking into your touch and you can't deny the pure energy that flows between the contact. "Why don't we get outta here and find out?" Your previously hooded eyes shoot wide open as you take in the meaning of his words and for a second you can see the regret in Rick's eyes at the bold suggestion. "I mean, we don't actually have to. I was just flirtin'. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable." He mentally beats himself up as his eyes roam the room, finding interest in a random hole on the wall. He knows he shouldn't have said anything. He knows he should've stuck to just keeping things professional but a hand on his forearm stirs him from his thoughts as he looks down at you, sporting a soft smile.

"No, no." You're quick to reassure him. "I could go for a ride."

You and Rick kiss each other with a blind passion, teeth clanging against each other as he backs you and him through the door to his apartment. Falling onto the couch, Rick's hands fall to your hips and drag you on top, your legs straddling either side of his legs as his hands roam around your body.

Breaking away, the two of you pant as you hastily get undressed, dying to have full skin on skin contact. Slipping off his lap, you shove your pants and underwear off before yanking your shirt off, sitting naked on his couch as he shoves his pants down enough for his cock to spring out and slap against his stomach, precum leaking out of the tip. He immediately grabs his member and gives himself a couple of pumps as you reposition yourself over his lap.

"Are you sure about this, we can stop." You shake your head, pushing his hand away and grabbing his member, running the tip over your wet folds.

"1000%. You have no clue how many times I've thought of this." Rick smirks at your comment, his hands falling to your hips.

"Is that so? You think about this? About us?" You nod, jolting forward slightly when his tips nudges your clit. "How often?"

You don't know if now is the time to be admitting your feelings for the colonel, but judging by the way he's looking at you with hope in his lustful eyes. Might as well. "Every night."

Rick resists the urge to break out in a big grin and hop from his chair in excitement at your proclamation of attraction, after all, it means that he has a 99.9% chance that you would say yes to a date if he would ask and he likes those odds. Instead, he hangs his head and smiles softly, a perfect ash blond lock falling to his forehead and you immediately push it back, causing him to look up at you from his position. "How about we take this to the bed?"

"I think I'd like that." Rick nods his head before standing up and carrying you to his bedroom as your hands mess with his short cropped hair. It doesn't take long before he is laying you out on the bed and slotting himself between your legs, his large frame covering yours.

"Are you absolutely sure?" His normal hazel eyes now seem a dark brown in the dark of the night as he stares down at you, looking for any sign of hesitation.

Smirking, you wrap your legs around his waist and flip him over to where you situate yourself on top, breasts heaving with each breath causing Rick to drool. He always knew you like to be in charge, in fact it sometimes causes arguments between the two of you, but now? Rick doesn't think he minds you in control. "I did say I was gonna ride you, didn't I?"

Taking control of the situation, you grab ahold of his member before lining him up with your sex and slip him in as the both of you groan at the sensation. You had always fantasized about how Rick would feel buried in you, fantasized about how big he is, but in comparison to the real thing, your fantasies severely underestimated how it would actually feel. "Fuck darlin'. You're so tight."

Blush blooms underneath your cheeks as you hesitantly roll your hips, watching his face and gauging for a reaction. Much like on the field and in the office, Rick shows little to no expression at the movement of your hips. Normally you would pass off his stoic behavior as just him keeping to himself, but you really don't think now is the time for him to be silent. Stilling yourself, you place your hands on his chest, being very careful to avoid the angry scar down his left pec. "Y'know Rick, my job would be easier if you gave me some sort of clue as to how you feel."

Rick honestly didn't realize his stoic behavior. If he's being honest with himself, he's just trying to keep his cool and to not cum in you. If he did, he doesn't think he would be able to forgive himself for embarrassing him in front of you, especially during sex. Instead, Rick's large hands place themselves on your hips as he guides you along his member, sitting up and sliding deeper into you, the tip of his member hitting your cervix, causing you to gasp while Rick smirks. "Trust me darlin', I feel amazing." He captures your lips against his, your hips moving in tandem with each other as he slides in and out of you with ease. "Don't think I'll be able to last much longer with the way you rock those hips."

If you thought he already had a southern accent, the alcohol and the lust make it ten fold and if you didn't know who you were with, you would probably assume that you weren't with Rick. Still, his accent, his scent, the way he feels in you, the heat of his skin, and the way he holds you in his grasp has your orgasm approaching. Knotting your hands in his hair, you let mindless fingers pull at soft tufts as your pants get louder, spurring the colonel on. "That's it, darlin'. Use my cock to make you cum."

One more thrust is all you need before you're letting out broken moan into the night as your orgasm crashes over you, waves of pleasure radiating down from your head to your toes as Rick continues to thrust up into you with the sole intent of bringing his orgasm. Noticing how his hips start to falter, you grab his chin and turn it towards you, a different kind of ferocity in your eyes. "I want you to cum. I want you to cum in me, Rick. Make me yours."

"Fuck." Rick's eyes roll back in his head as he spurts his hot cum in you while you rock your hips against his to coax him through his orgasm. After a minute of collective breathing, he gently picks you off his lap and sets you down beside him on his bed as his hand finds yours. "I want to do that again."

"Right now?" You question with a giggle as he brings your had up to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles that sends butterflies to your stomach.

"Well, I'll need a couple of minutes before round two, but I'm talking about permanently. Would you like to go on a date with me?"

Smiling, you roll onto your stomach and rest your chin on his chest. "I think I'd love to. But now," you drag a finger down his chest, twirling a strand of his happy trail between your fingers, sporting a grin that has Rick's cock twitching, "I wanna do that again."

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Author's Note: So this is the first full length Rick fic I've posted in a while but I hope you guys enjoy!!!!!!

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The Lady in Black

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Warnings 18+: Dub-Con , Cursing , Smut , Cheating , Use of Restraints , Tentacles??? , Choking , Violence , Blood & Gore , Oral (Male Receiving) Pain Play , Doggy Style , Facial Shot , Licking/Swallowing of Bodily Fluids (Blood & Semen)

Pairings: Kal-El x Black!Female Venom 🖤

Description: When the subject of time and space has been disrupted once more, Superman and Lady Venom, have their first interesting meeting.

Word Count: 4.2K

Song: Demons by Doja Cat , One of Your Girls by Troye Sivan 🖤

Side Note: I wanna thank @milknhonies , Tokio and my amazing husband for beta reading and helping me basically bring this idea to life 🖤 I truly adore you guys.

Clark studied the area that was garnished with the limbs of unfortunate victims. He came to the quick conclusion that no human could’ve done something like this. He folded his large arms across his chest as he gently descended to the dewey grass. His face curled up in a grimace as he pondered on his next move. He felt terrible that he wasn’t able to make it here to save them, but sometimes these things happen.

Brushing that guilt aside, he carefully examined the area once more. Being mindful with each step, he wouldn’t know how to explain to the chief of police why the ankles and wrists of these folks were flattened.

With the scent of iron and blood filling his senses, he was about ready to go. He wasn’t usually the type to have a weak stomach but with the lack of sleep he was receiving work and being Superman, anything would alter one’s brain chemistry.

Suddenly, a silver light twinkled into view. He’d approached it and lifted the blood stained metal out of the dirt. Running his thumb over the medallion to clear the face clean of blood and dirt, he read the words etched in it.

‘Life Foundation.’ It was unfamiliar to him so he flipped it over to read the contents on the back. ‘Stewart L. Mendoza. 0741670…’ Then he flipped it back over to study the etching once more.

His thick brows tugged into one as he tried to piece together some things but he just drew a blank. So, he just dropped the medallion and walked over to empty space where he’d landed. But before he could take off, he heard a burp.

Snapping his head over his shoulder, he waited patiently for the perpetrator to reveal themselves. But then, a twig snapped.

‘Show yourself!’ Clark exclaimed as he blinked once, activating his x-ray vision. But he failed to detect anything.

‘KAL-EL.’

A voice rang through the air, a feminine tone but was masked with something inhuman and unnatural.

Clark turned around swiftly to see the white eyes of a creature standing on a branch. The rest of her body was hidden within the shadows of the setting sun.

‘What have you done with these people?’

‘They attacked me, I fought back… some of them are finding a home within my digestive system and the rest of them are amongst you.’ She said before she let out a gleeful snicker.

The glare of disgust and disapproval was written all over his masculine features. ‘Come down here so we can talk about what happened further.’

‘Hmm.’ The creature purred as she carefully stepped forward into the golden sunset. She was covered in slick blackness from the top of her head to her toes. She had big white intimidating eyes, and a monstrous smile with more than enough teeth to make a statement and a slinky yet alluring tongue.

She was nothing like Clark had ever seen before and he had seen the most oddities of things. He allowed his eyes to study her once more.

She had a curvy frame; large breasts that would even spill over within his grasp. Her hips were delectable and wide that matched her thick, doughy thighs. They looked soft to the touch, but he wouldn’t be surprised if they were padded with muscles by how toned her legs were.

‘Oh I don’t think so…See, I heard you Kryptonians could be a little… entitled.’ She let out a litter of teasing giggles as she plopped down on the strong branch and began to look at her sharp claws.

‘What do you know of my people?!’ Kal hissed, his heat vision blinding his own view.

‘Oh please, put those away before you hurt yourself!’ She fell back, hanging herself upside down on the branch, ‘I was only teasing.’

Kal’s eyes slowly faded back to their regular cobalt blue before he let out a gentle sigh. ‘Could you tell me what happened?’

The woman looked over at him with a blank stare, ‘Why? You’re gonna hurt me?’

‘Unless you give me a reason to.’

She sneered, ‘Hurt me. Tehehe, you’re cute.’ She mewed out seductively. ‘But I’m afraid I ain’t too much like the other bad men you play around with.’

Heat in his cheeks bloomed before traveling to his neck where he grew a little warmer than before. The way she spoke to him, she had so much sas! Usually, Kal knew what to do in situations like this but it was obvious he’d never dealt with someone— something like this.

‘Alright.’ He swallowed his spit and placed one hand on his hip, ‘Can you tell me where you’re from? And who were these guys? What is Life Foundation?’

‘Ugh!’ The being had finally swung herself off of the tree and landed on her toes as if she were a cat. ‘You’re nosey too? Sheesh.’ She folded her arms, popping her hip out as she admired him from where he stood. He was such a fine specimen. Good enough to eat… good enough to fuck.

The Kryptonian grew impatient with her antics, ‘Answer me or I’ll just have to force it out of you!’ His voice darkened.

‘Awwww you promise?’ She clasped her claws together in a begging manner while a big dreadful grin curled up on her face.

Playtime was over and his patience had run out, ‘This is my final warning!’

‘Oh boy. Someone’s a lil ang-wy! Careful now Kryptonian, I don’t take nicely to threats.’

‘Perhaps it’s not a threat.’

She rolled her eyes, ‘OK enough!’ Hissing before she ran towards him, faster than the speed of light and head butted him so hard, he flew through the trees. ‘Sheesh, you’re cute but you just talk too damn much!’ She snarled, her long tongue grazing over her pretty white canine teeth.

Kal had crashed into a large oak tree, ‘UGH!’ He exclaimed before he’d collapsed to his knees and then to his hands. ‘Aah!’

She’d already made it to him, hiding high up in a tree like a Leopard ready to pounce on her prey.

‘When will you learn that there are things bigger than you, Kal-El? … Stronger than you?’

Her words echoed loudly in the woods. So damn haunting but he was so blinded by rage, they sounded muffled over the piercing ringing in his ears.

Without warning, Kal’s head snapped up and he released his heat vision, burning and cutting through all the branches and trees before him.

Returning to normal, his eyes began to scan the area for her before his anger got to him, ‘WHERE ARE YOU?!’

She’d slowly began to scale down the tree, quiet as a hungry lioness. This was as intense as a nature documentary. The very fine line between what made predators the top of the food chain, and what made prey so dangerous when trying to fight for their life. She knew who she was dealing with, and if she planned this wrong, he could snap her in half all the same.

Hell, it may teach her some manners.

Once she planted her feet on the ground, she kicked Kal on the back of his knee causing him to drop to the ground once again.

‘Ugh!’ He exclaimed, ‘I’m trying to take it easy on you.’ He whimpered, he looked up at her as she stood before him in all her villainy glory.

‘Are you?’ She grabbed his jaw in her claws and lifted him up off of his knees and slammed him against the tree. Long thick tentacles began to arise from her backside and began to slowly journey up his intricate body. She could feel him this way too. Every tentacle had it’s very own series of nerve endings. She could feel his muscles tense and cringe with each touch.

‘Mmph!’ He grunted out, turning his head away as her tongue began to explore the side of his cheek. Her touch, stranger and more foreign than anything he’s fought, made his skin crawl.

‘Oh what’s the matter baby?’ She cooed out, giving him a big toothy grin as her extra limbs wrapped around his thighs and arms, ‘Afraid of a little BDSM?’ She cackled as a final tentacle wrapped around his neck.

Kal did his best trying to tear away from these extra limbs but the inhuman strength they had on him had him questioning his own.

‘Who…are… you?!’ He gritted through his teeth.

‘I’m the best you’ve ever had!’ She said softly as her dainty claws draped from his jaw to his abdomen where she pressed her claw into his flesh.

Kal erupted a loud grunt as his head fell back against the tree. Tears brimmed his eyes for a second at the sudden pain of being stabbed. He hadn’t felt anything like that since… well you know.

‘The best villain. The best teacher… the best— lover.’ She moaned softly before her tongue thrashed once more on the side of his face, tasting his salty sweat.

She slowly pulled her finger out of his abdomen and placed his blood on her tongue. The taste of iron and sweetness danced on her tongue. It had awakened something more salacious inside of her.

‘Mm, and you taste good…let’s see.’ she purred out as she placed her hands on his hips and slowly began to descend to her knees. Her tongue licked at his wound once more, causing Kal to whimper at the tender pain.

‘What are you doing?’ He breathed out as his head hung forward.

‘I hear… you have a woman.. Kal-El.’

Kal jerked as hard as he could against the tentacles but they held him nice and tight, ‘You don’t know anything about me!’

She smirked, looking up at him as she slowly rose to her feet, ‘Oh but I do, my sweet— sweet boy. More than you can imagine.’ A claw scraped down his cheek, cutting his flesh once more as he shut his eyes and gritted his teeth together.

Another taste.

‘I know that… humans… aren’t built to satisfy you. Not like you want to be. I know that you’re also having trouble receiving pleasure because you can’t explore and fulfill your full… potential… ain’t that right, Clark Kent?’

Kal’s head popped up to look at her in her eyes. ‘How do you know that name?’ He gritted through his teeth.

‘I told you sweet pea… I know everything… just like I know—‘ she reached down between them and palmed the semi-hard on that was in his bottoms. He felt massive in her palm.

Kal shut his eyes in defeat as his head fell forward once again.

‘Oh, you don’t have to be ashamed sweetie… it’s natural.’ She cooed as she clawed at the hips of his suit. ‘Just allow me to help you finally conquer your wildest dreams.’ She allowed her tongue to explore him one more time. And this time he didn’t fight, he let out a low sigh as she gently tugged his bottoms down below his hips.

With his member standing at full attention, he was everything she thought he’d be. Veiny and girthy with the length of a well hung porn star and big heavy balls to match.

He was literally perfect.

She dropped to her knees as the symbiote revealed her brown busty breasts. Then, she opened her mouth nice and wide for him as her freakishly long tongue began to tease and caress at the tenderness of his manhood.

Kal’s knees instantly buckled as he watched her tongue flick and lick at his dick before she finally wrapped her warm lips around him and began to suck him off. As she did so, she fondled and toyed with her tits.

Muffled moans escaped his lips as she went to work on him as if she were tryna get paid for it. It felt so damn good but he couldn’t let her know she was doing a good job. Plus, he was cheating on Lois! Was this cheating? He didn’t really want this… did he?

Trembling and flexing thighs were doing just enough telling. But it only encouraged her to snatch his soul from within him. Reaching beneath him, she squeezed his balls gently in her palm as she forced him down her throat.

And my, were they heavy.

‘Oh! —please. Please. Uh!’ He begged as his head lulled back against the tree, eyes crossing inward as he’d seem to lose control of his body. ‘Mm— don’t..‘ he couldn’t even form the words! His mind was so damn jumbled up with a little bit of lust and something else he’s never felt before.

She pulled away, teasingly stroking his member as a thick string of saliva snapped between them. Bubbles and sticky saliva dribbled down her chin to the valley of her pretty brown tits. ‘That’s enough of that.’ She bounced up gently before grabbing his face, forcing him to bring those disgraced eyes to her face.

Her monstrous grill had peeled back and revealed some full, supple lips with pretty white teeth behind them. Lips that just seem so familiar to him. ‘If it’ll make you feel better… I can give you the human body parts… two sets of pretty, soft lips.’ She drug the tip of her tongue against his trembling lips, ‘I’m not gonna hurt you baby. I only wanna make you feel good.’ She said before embracing his cool lips in her warm wet ones.

She slithered her tongue between his teeth, as he finally opened his mouth a little more to let her explore and evade. They both fought for dominance in each other’s mouths. For once, Kal didn’t feel like he needed to take it slow or be careful. He finally felt… free.

When she’d broken the kiss, she turned her backside against him and pushed her hips back against his throbbing cock where she began grinding her ass against him.

Kal’s head fell forward, licking at his lips as he watched her voluptuous ass hug and grind against him desperately. His bright blue eyes dilated with drool falling free from his lips.

Suddenly, the symbiote began to slowly peel away down her spine, exposing her gorgeous tawny brown skin. As she bent over a little, the thick, black sticky flesh peeled back more, revealing her two cute little back dimples before showing off her ass that reminded him of two globes.

Kal began to pant like a thirsty hound, as he writhed a little beneath the symbiote’s grip. Not to get away this time but to fuel his desires and needs. He had never felt such a powerful feeling like this! It was like he was going into heat! It clouded his judgment; making it literally impossible for him to choose between good and bad. An animalistic trait.

Perhaps this was good for him. He needed this release.

But he wasn’t thinking about those he’d hurt in the process… Lois. Or maybe he just didn’t give a shit at that moment.

She’d pressed her backside against him further, feeling the familiar warmth of desire brewing within her womb. Her core of her womanhood became sticky with the thought of his cock stretching her out as she sought to make him fit in every crevice within.

Hymns of purrs and moans escaped her lips as her own teasing began to drive herself nuts. She looked back over her shoulder at Clark who was gone with sexual hunger. She licked at her fingers slowly before descending them down to her pussy.

So turned on by the way he looked at her, she began to rub at her erected numb, collecting some of her sticky nectar and rubbing it out once more.

‘Mmm, you ready to stretch me out?’

Kal tried pulling from the tentacles again, he was practically foaming at the mouth! He gave her a hard nod before he murmured out, ‘Y-yes.’

A licentious grin curled on her lips as she took ahold of his member and caressed that sweet spot where the tip and his shaft intersected. She gave it a gentle squeeze, feeling the stiff muscle throb with mercy in her soft palm.

Kal let out a silent curse, as he balled up his fists.

Standing on her tipping toes, she guided the tip of his cock towards her core before she pushed her hips up against him, forcibly sinking him into herself.

She let out a raspy cry as his member delved and nestled deep against her walls, invading and creating its home within her.

Kal let out an animalistic groan as the symbiote’s hold on him grew tighter as if it wanted them closer together. ‘Uhhhh!’ He moaned as his cheeks burned with a fervidus fever. ‘God!’

‘Nuh uh baby…’ She shuddered out, feeling the numbness from her toes creep and kneaded it’s way into her belly with shocks and tremors of pleasure tingling at her chocolate kisses nipples.

‘Just me.’ She added before she began to slowly throw her ass back against him.

It was at that moment where Kal had completely forgotten about everything and now his main focus was on her. No worries of the world. Not having to worry about his responsibilities as Superman. Not having to worry about simply breaking or killing her because she wasn’t human. He felt like he could truly release the hold that stricken him for the past 40 years.

He deserved this. Or that’s what he was telling himself.

As she and the symbiote worked as one; pushing and pulling her body against him, they both let out a series of moans. She was having a damn good time taking advantage. But Kal on the other hand was becoming too needy and desperate. He wanted to touch her.

‘Release…me…please.’ He begged through his moans, ‘I want… feel. Ugh fuck.’

She muddled and twisted her hips in an arrhythmic dance. And it was driving both of them insane.

‘Uhhh! Please!’ His bright eyes flashed open, looking down at her.

She peered back at him before carefully pulling her hips away. ‘You’re begging… I found you attractive before but now… baby you look so miserable.’ She giggled as she gave the tip of his cock a thump. ‘Sexy as fuck.’

Kal flinched at the addictive pain and moaned. ‘I promise…’ he huffed out, ‘I promise I’ll make it worth your while just… let me.’

She stared at him for a long moment, ‘I suppose.’ She said before waving her hand, ordering the symbiote to release him from the hold. It slowly unwrapped from around his thighs and legs, then his waist and then his arms. He’d collapsed to his hands and knees before her.

She turned around and got on her hands and knees; ass up in the air as she arched her back, like a sleepy feline.

Kal stood up on his knees, grinning with eyes as crazed like a mad man who had just struck gold. He’d placed his large warm hands against her thick thighs and gave them a desperate squeeze. Just as he’d thought, soft like marshmallows.

He pulled her back closer to him before taking a hold of his uncut cock and kissed her slit with the tip of it. She was so sticky, so creamy and messy. He adored it! He wasted no more time before he rammed it into her tight abyss once again.

‘Aaah!’ She moaned out in a harsh gasp.

He began to thrust his hips forward, slowly and teasingly only to get payback.

‘Stop. Being. Oof! A. Teeease and fuck me!’ She moaned out ruggedly.

The symbiote began to wrap itself around him once again. Around his throat and down below at the hilt of his balls.

At the sensitive touch, it only fueled his desires further. All he wanted to do was unleash his full potential and he was going to do that and so much more. So, he began to thrust his hips a little faster and a little harder.

Her wails and cries echoed throughout the woods along with their flesh just crashing into one another like a neutron star collision. There was so much force, so much power… they could terraform this area within the hour!

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck! Kal! Aah! Don’t fucking stop, yes!’ She moaned out as her claws dug within the moist soil beneath them. She could feel him beating down her walls at every angle.

His thumb pads were pressed firmly within her back dimples as he held on to her tightly. ‘Fuck this feels so good!’ His brows tugged into one as he relished in this newfound pleasure. If he ever said sex with Lois was mind blowing like this… boy he was wrong.

He’d just never had his taste at alien pussy before and he knew he couldn’t go back to humans after this. They merely weren’t enough to handle him. Hell, she barely could!

Desperate grunts and howls flowed from Kal’s chest in a string of melodies as he continued to dig his hips into her, pining closer and closer to his release.

That was until he lost his grasp and she tried to crawl away. Trying to take her dominance back. But he merely snatched her back towards him.

‘Where are you going?!’ His tone was dark and filled with bane.

‘Aah!’ She exclaimed as her body began to heat up. ‘KAL-EL! Have mercy!’ She whined out as she reached between her legs and kneaded at her clit.

There was no way she was really asking him for mercy… after her evil ways.

‘No!’ He barked as he pounded harder.

A sick, carnal groan rumbled in her chest as she blissfully took this punishment from him. Sultry and sexy giggles left her lips as they took each other on a wild trip of ecstasy. Fueling each other’s salacious and dark fantasies. Now this was her idea of fun.

After a while, Kal’s groaning had become even more constant with his thrusts becoming staggering with lack of rhythm. He was close.

She began to twerk her ass against him, completely taking over in the final moments. The symbiote began to tighten around his neck and balls, causing a smile of pleasure to curl on his lips.

‘Fuck!’ He cried out as his blue eyes began to roll back. ‘I’m— I’m gonna—‘ he stuttered.

Quickly shifting positions at his announcement, she turned around to face him and wrapped her luscious lips around his member and sucked him clean. She then pulled away allowing her tongue to flick and tease at his tip.

His hips jerked forward as he began to leak on her tongue. ‘Hooo.. that’s it baby.’ As he reached down to cup her jaw before she began to suck him off again.

She throated him one good time before pulling away and jerking him off. Letting out a loud, ‘FUCK!’ His body tensed up as he began to unload thick ropes of cum all over her face. ‘God—mmph!’ He whimpered out as his body trembled from the after shock of the intense orgasm. Tears brimmed at his eyes as he watched her long tongue wipe her face clean of his nut before swallowing all of it whole.

Amazing.

With her claws covered in his semen, she sucked and licked them clean too. He fell to his hands… defeated. There was no way Kal would be okay after this.

Standing to her feet, her symbiote began to close up and fill in the open parts of her, fully becoming whole again.

‘You did well.. son of Krypton.’

He looked up at her with wanderous, adoring eyes. ‘How do you know so much about me?’

‘A girl never tells…’ Then, she heard the sound of shouting and shuffling. ‘I must go.’ She turned around, walking away.

‘Wait!’ Kal exclaimed, reaching out towards her.

She turned halfway, ‘Yes?’

‘What is your name? Will I see you again?’

She walked back towards him and squat down before him. The symbiote began to peel away at her once more, revealing her face. And what Kal caused his heart to stop in his chest.

A woman, beautiful dark curly hair with eyes as brown as honey and thick dark lashes. With a smile that had enchanted him on many occasions. His coworker, Aya.

‘Well you see me all the time, silly.’ She shot him a wink and gave his cheek a pinch. Her voice sounded a little more familiar, but still layered with its voice.

Aya Lionheart. They worked closely together on a couple of projects at the Daily Planet.

Kal couldn’t believe his eyes. He’d always found her to be such an attractive and beautiful person. But he never thought he’d get to sleep with her…not this way— not ever…

And to find out that she was as different as he was. ‘Aya?’

‘In the flesh.’ She stood back up and looked over her shoulder as the men began to gain chase. ‘I’ve got to go… behave… Mr. Kent.’ And she leapt off of the ground and into the trees where she’d disappeared into the forest void.

He felt like his breath was snatched out of his lungs for a moment before he slowly stood to his feet. It was then when he’d realized that his suit was basically torn to shreds. Between her claws and the symbiote ripping at it, he was gonna have to call his mother. But not tonight. He was exhausted. She took it all from him.

‘Hey! Over there!’ Someone shouted.

Kal snapped his head up at the group of people who held weapons up at him. And instead of being diplomatic and trying to investigate, he fled the scene, flying back into the city.

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Can you write general nsfw headcanons about Jaime Reyes? I’m so feral for him 😫

Jaime in Bed [headcanons]

it’s officially smuttober y’all! we’re starting it off with my new baby boy. anon, i don’t blame you…im feral for him too.

Warnings: pure filth, guess what? i don’t discriminate, so i added filth for people with a penis & people with a vagina

Honestly, I’m a firm believer that Jaime would rather be on the giving end than the receiving end when it comes to oral

His priority is to please you and make you feel good

If we’re talking about a dom/sub dynamic, he’d most likely be a switch

Dom!Jaime would be soft.

He’d praise you relentlessly saying how good you are and how you deserve every inch of him, body, soul and cock

If you were fine with hickeys, he’d mark you in places that only you two would see.

If not, he wouldn’t care because he knew you were his.

He would also try new things with you like if you were into choking, he’d try it

If you were fine with being tied up, he’d be down to give it a go

Going back to oral, he’d be the type to let you grip his curls, but also intertwine his fingers with yours as a way to hold your hand while pleasing you

If you give him head while he’s in dom space, he’d praise you

I’m also a firm believer that he’s not quiet

He’d moan and groan for you, letting you know how good you feel around his cock whether it’s with your mouth or your entrance (vaginal or anal)

He wouldn’t be shy at all to make a sound.

Maybe at first he would, but afterwards he’d get more comfortable

Now sub!Jaime?

Praise him. He’s been through a lot and he’s a hero

But…he wouldn’t mind you being a little rough with him, but not too rough

If you’d give him head, he’d be a mess

He wouldn’t mind you choking him either or tying him up

Again, he’d moan for you and maybe even whimper because he wasn’t shy about it

You’d tell him how much of a good boy he is while taking him (anal or vaginal)

And god, this man would love it

He’d probably cum right then and there

Positions didn’t matter to the both of you

Unless you were both comfortable, that’s all that mattered to the both of you

If it was your first time, he would be so gentle, and make it a night you wouldn’t forget.

If it wasn’t your first time, you’d wish it was.

Jaime was so good to you in bed just as much as he was when you weren’t in bed

Especially when you both just wanted a night without the dom/sub dynamic, it would be a night filled with love making

Either way, sex with Jaime was always filled with pleasure

It would also end in a ton of aftercare because this mega softie would want to take care of you after dom or not

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