[lustfelts]

𝒶ngel or 𝒶ngie adult woc multifandom wannabe smut writer semi sweet and semi perverted 2000's baby square frenchies simon riley’s doll jason todd’s sweet girl fallen from heaven

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[lustfelts]

are you @.deansbeer / @.leonsbrat ?

no i’m not, idk who that is either. sorry anon🙏🏽

[lustfelts]

ི 🗯️ ֦ ── 𝓡afe 𝓒ameron starring in

❛BATHROOM MISHAPS❜

𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𓏲 ⋆ . 𝒻𝑒𝓂 ! 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

。 🧷ׄ ⠀ ❛ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. . . bathroom sex. piv. one mention of pussy slapping. rough proof reading. 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓

your fingers clutch at anything you can get a hold of—his shoulders covered by the collared polo to the gold chain around his neck. the cold marble of the bathroom sink biting into the skin of your ass, the contrast to your heated skin sends goosebumps rippling across your skin. 

the heavy bass of some throwback rap song booms outside of the small room, vibrations enough to rattle the shit scattered around the counter. an occasional knock or jiggle of the doorknob is met with a harsh ‘occupied’ from rafe. 

his own hands are digging into your hips, using the leverage to send his cock deeper. his breathing comes out ragged, a rough grunt or groan spilling from his kiss-swollen lips. his eyes drag all over you, from your face to where your pussy drools around the thick length splitting you open. your panties tugged to the side, flimsy lace practically split in the middle from his rough handling. “couldn’t wait till we got home, could ya? you that desperate for my dick?”

all you can offer him is a moan, the tip of his cock kissing deeper—throwing you off kilter. your eyes roll back into your skull as soon as he finds that spongy spot inside you, the one that sends your thighs squeezing tighter around his waist to drag him closer. your tits are spilling from your top, hardened nipples dragging across the rough fabric of his polo.  

“you’re squeezin’ the fuck outta me, baby,” he huffs into your ear, large hands tugging you closer to the edge of the counter. rafes pace is punishing, hips driving into you with quick, deep thrusts. once he angles to keep hitting that sweet spot, the tight flutter of your walls is enough to have him counting to three in his head. “you feel so good wrapped around me.”

“rafe ’m so close,” you murmur, fingers digging crescents into the nape of his neck. your soft plea only urges him to speed up more. the squelching wet sounds of your cunt mingle with your moans, creating an obscene combo. 

he doesn’t need your words to know; he can feel it in the way your cunt is trying to keep him sucked in. rafe pulls his hips back, cock dragging through your slick walls until it’s just his head nestled in you. your tight hole clenching around the bulbous tip, thighs trying to urge him back in. “please, rafe, quit teasin’.”

“shut up,” he grunts, his hand clamping over your mouth when someone bangs on the locked door once again. yet he never stops fucking into you, his hot breaths puffing against your ear in short bursts. you can feel his cock throbbing in you, his own release approaching rapidly. “you wanna cum? then show me how bad.”

there’s no hesitation to follow his command, your hand abandoning his shoulder to rub tight circles against your swollen clit. his hand never strays from your mouth; the one hand still on your hip squeezes—urging you to speed up. “i can tell you’re close, practically milkin’ my cock.”

you just moan in response, that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach on the verge of snapping. all it takes is rafe delivering a rough thrust, your walls clamping down around him tightly. a groan tears through his throat as your release triggers his own, white ropes of cum spilling deep. he rolls his hips in a slow grind to help you both ride it out, lips pressing to your shoulder before moving his face back.

the post-orgasm fog is still clearing from your brain when he slowly pulls out, your shared release leaking out of your still fluttering hole. you don’t care though as; his fingers slide your panties back into place. rafe offers a mean pat to your sensitive clit before properly covering you, the quick action making your hips jolt. “clean yourself up before you come out,” he says with a grin, leaving you there still trying to catch your breath.

[lustfelts]

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[lustfelts]

Are you ever gonna write anything besides mindless smut?

i will now never post any of the fluff/angst works i was working on, congratulations for accomplishing nothing with this!

[lustfelts]

ི 🗯️ ֦ ── 𝒥ason 𝒯odd starring in

❛ROOFTOP PATROL❜

𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𓏲 ⋆ . 𝒻𝑒𝓂 ! 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

。 🧷ׄ ⠀ ❛ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. . . rooftop sex. piv. getting spanked once. hands are tied. gagging with panties. ꣖ wc. 692 ꣓

the nightlife of gotham buzzes below the seedy apartment, the roof smelling of mildew and fresh rain. the shouts and car horns, however, don’t fully reach your ears. your mind is only on jason’s cock bullying deeper. 

his hand is splayed between your shoulder blades, keeping your chest pressed into the ductwork. your nipples pebbled from gothams night chill under your bra. the metal itself creaking and groaning beneath your weight with each thrust. your hands tied behind your back with jason’s black belt.

the damp fabric of lace shoved into your mouth garbles your whines; your cargos thrown somewhere near you in jason's haste. he shows no signs of letting up, his stamina unmatched—especially when he gets into one of these moods. the only concerns in his head are how deep can he bury himself in you and how many times can he make you cum. 

the delicious drag of his cock against your spasming walls is enough for you to forget where you are. his thick length stretching you out justtttt enough to feel like he’s gonna split you open. your hips press back against his the best you can while your fingers grasp at the smooth leather for grounding. 

“jesus fuckin’ christ,” he groans out from behind, sliding his hand down across your back. the warm palm lifts just to land a hard crack on your ass; the movement making your skin ripple. a whine-choked moan tearing out from around the lace cloth. his other hand forces your hips in place when you try to pull away from the sting. “quit squirmin’, sweetheart.”

jason doesn’t stop rutting into you, his thighs tensing every time your cunt squeezes tighter around him. the exact reason he couldn’t wait to get you home: he’s pussy-whipped. you aren’t much better; a few thrusts into your tight heat and you’re practically going cock-drunk.

every drag of his thick length sets your nerves aflame—the ridges of his member make your mind spin. he listens as your moans grow in pitch around the fabric, hips jerking under his rough touch. he slips his hand from your hip to your front, the rough pads of his fingers finding that sensitive bud. 

your sopping hole flutters around his cock from the added stimulation, your knees nearly buckling under your weight. he’s relentless, rubbing tight circles against your needy clit just to hear your muffled sounds. your hands struggle against the restraints, the dark leather digging into your wrists.

“c’mon, i know you’re close, pretty girl,” he murmurs behind you, grinding his hips into yours—driving his cock deeper. the fat head of his tip brushing against that spongy spot deep inside of you. a fresh wave of wetness coating his cock as he feels that recognisable pleasure of your cunt’s velvety walls massaging his length. “there she is.”

jason switches between punishing thrusts and slow deep grinds, each deliberate angle of his hips sending you closer to the edge. his fingers pinch your pulsing clit gently, making your pussy drool around him. a broken sob falling from your gagged mouth. 

your eyes roll back into your skull when he delivers another mean thrust, right at that sweet spot. the dam breaks as you cum hard, coating his cock in white. your release triggers his as he spills inside you with a hoarse grunt—his warm load coating your trembling walls. 

he lets his head hang, abs clenching as he tries to catch his breath. your own breathing comes out in ragged pants, head pressed into the cool metal underneath you. his fingers working loosely at the belt, undoing the bindings. your shoulders ache from being kept in one place, but you’re not focused on the ache.

the feeling of his soft cock slipping out of your clenching hole is enough to keep you distracted. your combined releases dripping down your quivering thighs leave a sticky mess. A sharp inhale from the man behind you sends your hips pressing back once again. “uh uh,” he tuts, fully pulling away from you after he removes your panties from your mouth. “we still have a patrol to finish; your greedy ass can wait.”

𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓉𝑜𝓇, i have a few more ideas for this concept, so be prepared. i'll probably remake this too once i have more time.  ── love, angie ♡ 

[lustfelts]

ི 🗯️ ֦ ── 𝒥ason 𝒯odd starring in

❛ROOFTOP PATROL❜

𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𓏲 ⋆ . 𝒻𝑒𝓂 ! 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

。 🧷ׄ ⠀ ❛ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. . . rooftop sex. piv. getting spanked once. hands are tied. gagging with panties. 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓

the nightlife of gotham buzzes below the seedy apartment, the roof smelling of mildew and fresh rain. the shouts and car horns, however, don’t fully reach your ears. your mind is only on jason’s cock bullying deeper. 

his hand is splayed between your shoulder blades, keeping your chest pressed into the ductwork. your nipples pebbled from gothams night chill under your bra. the metal itself creaking and groaning beneath your weight with each thrust. your hands tied behind your back with jason’s black belt.

the damp fabric of lace shoved into your mouth garbles your whines; your cargos thrown somewhere near you in jason's haste. he shows no signs of letting up, his stamina unmatched—especially when he gets into one of these moods. the only concerns in his head are how deep can he bury himself in you and how many times can he make you cum. 

the delicious drag of his cock against your spasming walls is enough for you to forget where you are. his thick length stretching you out justtttt enough to feel like he’s gonna split you open. your hips press back against his the best you can while your fingers grasp at the smooth leather for grounding. 

“jesus fuckin’ christ,” he groans out from behind, sliding his hand down across your back. the warm palm lifts just to land a hard crack on your ass; the movement making your skin ripple. a whine-choked moan tearing out from around the lace cloth. his other hand forces your hips in place when you try to pull away from the sting. “quit squirmin’, sweetheart.”

jason doesn’t stop rutting into you, his thighs tensing every time your cunt squeezes tighter around him. the exact reason he couldn’t wait to get you home: he’s pussy-whipped. you aren’t much better; a few thrusts into your tight heat and you’re practically going cock-drunk.

every drag of his thick length sets your nerves aflame—the ridges of his member make your mind spin. he listens as your moans grow in pitch around the fabric, hips jerking under his rough touch. he slips his hand from your hip to your front, the rough pads of his fingers finding that sensitive bud. 

your sopping hole flutters around his cock from the added stimulation, your knees nearly buckling under your weight. he’s relentless, rubbing tight circles against your needy clit just to hear your muffled sounds. your hands struggle against the restraints, the dark leather digging into your wrists.

“c’mon, i know you’re close, pretty girl,” he murmurs behind you, grinding his hips into yours—driving his cock deeper. the fat head of his tip brushing against that spongy spot deep inside of you. a fresh wave of wetness coating his cock as he feels that recognisable pleasure of your cunt’s velvety walls massaging his length. “there she is.”

jason switches between punishing thrusts and slow deep grinds, each deliberate angle of his hips sending you closer to the edge. his fingers pinch your pulsing clit gently, making your pussy drool around him. a broken sob falling from your gagged mouth. 

your eyes roll back into your skull when he delivers another mean thrust, right at that sweet spot. the dam breaks as you cum hard, coating his cock in white. your release triggers his as he spills inside you with a hoarse grunt—his warm load coating your trembling walls. 

he lets his head hang, abs clenching as he tries to catch his breath. your own breathing comes out in ragged pants, head pressed into the cool metal underneath you. his fingers working loosely at the belt, undoing the bindings. your shoulders ache from being kept in one place, but you’re not focused on the ache.

the feeling of his soft cock slipping out of your clenching hole is enough to keep you distracted. your combined releases dripping down your quivering thighs leave a sticky mess. A sharp inhale from the man behind you sends your hips pressing back once again. “uh uh,” he tuts, fully pulling away from you after he removes your panties from your mouth. “we still have a patrol to finish; your greedy ass can wait.”

𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓉𝑜𝓇, i have a few more ideas for this concept, so be prepared. i'll probably remake this too once i have more time.  ── love, angie ♡ 

[lustfelts]

ི 🗯️ ֦ ── 𝓡afe 𝓒ameron starring in

❛BATHROOM MISHAPS❜

𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𓏲 ⋆ . 𝒻𝑒𝓂 ! 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

。 🧷ׄ ⠀ ❛ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. . . bathroom sex. piv. one mention of pussy slapping. rough proof reading. ꣖ wc. 670 ꣓

your fingers clutch at anything you can get a hold of—his shoulders covered by the collared polo to the gold chain around his neck. the cold marble of the bathroom sink biting into the skin of your ass, the contrast to your heated skin sends goosebumps rippling across your skin. 

the heavy bass of some throwback rap song booms outside of the small room, vibrations enough to rattle the shit scattered around the counter. an occasional knock or jiggle of the doorknob is met with a harsh ‘occupied’ from rafe. 

his own hands are digging into your hips, using the leverage to send his cock deeper. his breathing comes out ragged, a rough grunt or groan spilling from his kiss-swollen lips. his eyes drag all over you, from your face to where your pussy drools around the thick length splitting you open. your panties tugged to the side, flimsy lace practically split in the middle from his rough handling. “couldn’t wait till we got home, could ya? you that desperate for my dick?”

all you can offer him is a moan, the tip of his cock kissing deeper—throwing you off kilter. your eyes roll back into your skull as soon as he finds that spongy spot inside you, the one that sends your thighs squeezing tighter around his waist to drag him closer. your tits are spilling from your top, hardened nipples dragging across the rough fabric of his polo.  

“you’re squeezin’ the fuck outta me, baby,” he huffs into your ear, large hands tugging you closer to the edge of the counter. rafes pace is punishing, hips driving into you with quick, deep thrusts. once he angles to keep hitting that sweet spot, the tight flutter of your walls is enough to have him counting to three in his head. “you feel so good wrapped around me.”

“rafe ’m so close,” you murmur, fingers digging crescents into the nape of his neck. your soft plea only urges him to speed up more. the squelching wet sounds of your cunt mingle with your moans, creating an obscene combo. 

he doesn’t need your words to know; he can feel it in the way your cunt is trying to keep him sucked in. rafe pulls his hips back, cock dragging through your slick walls until it’s just his head nestled in you. your tight hole clenching around the bulbous tip, thighs trying to urge him back in. “please, rafe, quit teasin’.”

“shut up,” he grunts, his hand clamping over your mouth when someone bangs on the locked door once again. yet he never stops fucking into you, his hot breaths puffing against your ear in short bursts. you can feel his cock throbbing in you, his own release approaching rapidly. “you wanna cum? then show me how bad.”

there’s no hesitation to follow his command, your hand abandoning his shoulder to rub tight circles against your swollen clit. his hand never strays from your mouth; the one hand still on your hip squeezes—urging you to speed up. “i can tell you’re close, practically milkin’ my cock.”

you just moan in response, that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach on the verge of snapping. all it takes is rafe delivering a rough thrust, your walls clamping down around him tightly. a groan tears through his throat as your release triggers his own, white ropes of cum spilling deep. he rolls his hips in a slow grind to help you both ride it out, lips pressing to your shoulder before moving his face back.

the post-orgasm fog is still clearing from your brain when he slowly pulls out, your shared release leaking out of your still fluttering hole. you don’t care though as; his fingers slide your panties back into place. rafe offers a mean pat to your sensitive clit before properly covering you, the quick action making your hips jolt. “clean yourself up before you come out,” he says with a grin, leaving you there still trying to catch your breath.

[lustfelts]

ི 🗯️ ֦ ── 𝓡afe 𝓒ameron starring in

❛BATHROOM MISHAPS❜

𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𓏲 ⋆ . 𝒻𝑒𝓂 ! 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

。 🧷ׄ ⠀ ❛ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. . . bathroom sex. piv. one mention of pussy slapping. rough proof reading. 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓

your fingers clutch at anything you can get a hold of—his shoulders covered by the collared polo to the gold chain around his neck. the cold marble of the bathroom sink biting into the skin of your ass, the contrast to your heated skin sends goosebumps rippling across your skin. 

the heavy bass of some throwback rap song booms outside of the small room, vibrations enough to rattle the shit scattered around the counter. an occasional knock or jiggle of the doorknob is met with a harsh ‘occupied’ from rafe. 

his own hands are digging into your hips, using the leverage to send his cock deeper. his breathing comes out ragged, a rough grunt or groan spilling from his kiss-swollen lips. his eyes drag all over you, from your face to where your pussy drools around the thick length splitting you open. your panties tugged to the side, flimsy lace practically split in the middle from his rough handling. “couldn’t wait till we got home, could ya? you that desperate for my dick?”

all you can offer him is a moan, the tip of his cock kissing deeper—throwing you off kilter. your eyes roll back into your skull as soon as he finds that spongy spot inside you, the one that sends your thighs squeezing tighter around his waist to drag him closer. your tits are spilling from your top, hardened nipples dragging across the rough fabric of his polo.  

“you’re squeezin’ the fuck outta me, baby,” he huffs into your ear, large hands tugging you closer to the edge of the counter. rafes pace is punishing, hips driving into you with quick, deep thrusts. once he angles to keep hitting that sweet spot, the tight flutter of your walls is enough to have him counting to three in his head. “you feel so good wrapped around me.”

“rafe ’m so close,” you murmur, fingers digging crescents into the nape of his neck. your soft plea only urges him to speed up more. the squelching wet sounds of your cunt mingle with your moans, creating an obscene combo. 

he doesn’t need your words to know; he can feel it in the way your cunt is trying to keep him sucked in. rafe pulls his hips back, cock dragging through your slick walls until it’s just his head nestled in you. your tight hole clenching around the bulbous tip, thighs trying to urge him back in. “please, rafe, quit teasin’.”

“shut up,” he grunts, his hand clamping over your mouth when someone bangs on the locked door once again. yet he never stops fucking into you, his hot breaths puffing against your ear in short bursts. you can feel his cock throbbing in you, his own release approaching rapidly. “you wanna cum? then show me how bad.”

there’s no hesitation to follow his command, your hand abandoning his shoulder to rub tight circles against your swollen clit. his hand never strays from your mouth; the one hand still on your hip squeezes—urging you to speed up. “i can tell you’re close, practically milkin’ my cock.”

you just moan in response, that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach on the verge of snapping. all it takes is rafe delivering a rough thrust, your walls clamping down around him tightly. a groan tears through his throat as your release triggers his own, white ropes of cum spilling deep. he rolls his hips in a slow grind to help you both ride it out, lips pressing to your shoulder before moving his face back.

the post-orgasm fog is still clearing from your brain when he slowly pulls out, your shared release leaking out of your still fluttering hole. you don’t care though as; his fingers slide your panties back into place. rafe offers a mean pat to your sensitive clit before properly covering you, the quick action making your hips jolt. “clean yourself up before you come out,” he says with a grin, leaving you there still trying to catch your breath.

[lustfelts]

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[lustfelts]

ི ✉️ ֦ છ 𝐕𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 ˗ˏ 𝓕𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. . . bruce wayne x 𝒻𝑒𝓂!reader drabble ꒰  mdni `` 18+ content ꒱    ۪   ݁  645 words

。 🧷ׄ ⠀ ❛ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. . . cunninglings. fingering. slight exhibitionism.

bruce wayne who does the unexpected by dropping to his knees in an exclusive nightclub in your vip section. the velvet curtains shut just enoughto keep both of your dignities intact. however, he couldn’t care less, too preoccupied with the way he’s feasting on your dripping pussy. 

He kneels between your spread thighs; massive hands are gripping at the plush flesh. your dress bunched up around your hips, lace panties tucked into the pocket of his slacks. the heavy bass drowns out your cries of pleasure and the wet noises of his mouth between your spread legs. 

you grip at his inky black locks, trying to keep him in place as he laps away at your slit. “b-bruce, not here,” you protest weakly, hips rolling up against his mouth—contradicting your words. your thighs squeeze around his head when he moans against your core, the deep rumble sending vibrations through you.

“we both know you don’t want that, sweetheart,” he mutters, pulled back slightly to look at you through hooded lids. he rubs little circles into the heated skin of your quivering thighs, a slight tilt of his lips letting you know he’s enjoying this. “so lay back and enjoy yourself.”

that’s all the permission you need, your head tilting back against the couch. your hips continue to hump up against bruce’s eager tongue, chasing your release. he lets you use his mouth; you work yourself the way you want and see fit. “more bruce,” you sob desperately, tugging at his hair, making him hiss out—yet he complies. 

his tongue flicks out against your clit, the swollen bud pulsing under each ministration of his rough tongue. he can feel your hole clenching around nothing, arousal leaking out and pooling under your ass on the leather couch. he drags his tongue through your sopping slit, drinking up everything he can. 

one of his hands gripping your thighs slides between the sticky mess of your folds; fingers press deep into your needy pussy. your walls clamp around bruce’s thick fingers, trying to suck him in deeper. his mouth moves back to your clit, sucking on the little nub gently as he curls his fingers deep. your back bows off the couch as you whine out, the music covering the pathetic noise. 

“‘s good, bruce,” you slur out, your mind feeling hazy as he forces you closer to the edge. your body trembles and squirms from the onslaught of his tongue. he doesn’t stop, though; the one hand gripping your thigh holds tight—keeping your ass in place for him. you’re getting closer, he can tell by the way your thighs tense tighter around his head and the way your heels dig into the powerful muscles of his back.

“yeah? can tell you’re gettin’ close,” he groans, only pulling back enough to speak before he’s drawing your clit back between his lips. his fingers make a scissoring motion before curling deep, reaching that sweet spot. your toes curl up as you cry out, violent shudders wracking through your body. “found it, doll.”

with a newfound focus, bruce focuses his finger thrusts on hitting your g-spot. your cunt somehow clamps tighter around his fingers; he can feel your swollen clit pulse against his tongue. it’s all the warning he needs before your brain goes fuzzy, white seeming to cloud your vision. you’re coming hard, your thighs shaking and breathing erratic. however, he doesn’t stop; he helps you ride through the intense waves of your release—not missing a single drop of your cum. 

he only pulls back once your legs are no longer locked around his head, your puffy folds are wet with his saliva and your release—mouth glistening with the same mixture. his fingers slip out of your fluttering cunt, the thick digits disappearing between his swollen lips. "better than the top-shelf liquors."

[lustfelts]

ི ✉️ ֦ છ 𝐕𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 ˗ˏ 𝓕𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. . . bruce wayne x 𝒻𝑒𝓂!reader drabble ꒰  mdni `` 18+ content ꒱    ۪   ݁  645 words

。 🧷ׄ ⠀ ❛ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. . . cunninglings. fingering. slight exhibitionism.

bruce wayne who does the unexpected by dropping to his knees in an exclusive nightclub in your vip section. the velvet curtains shut just enoughto keep both of your dignities intact. however, he couldn’t care less, too preoccupied with the way he’s feasting on your dripping pussy. 

He kneels between your spread thighs; massive hands are gripping at the plush flesh. your dress bunched up around your hips, lace panties tucked into the pocket of his slacks. the heavy bass drowns out your cries of pleasure and the wet noises of his mouth between your spread legs. 

you grip at his inky black locks, trying to keep him in place as he laps away at your slit. “b-bruce, not here,” you protest weakly, hips rolling up against his mouth—contradicting your words. your thighs squeeze around his head when he moans against your core, the deep rumble sending vibrations through you.

“we both know you don’t want that, sweetheart,” he mutters, pulled back slightly to look at you through hooded lids. he rubs little circles into the heated skin of your quivering thighs, a slight tilt of his lips letting you know he’s enjoying this. “so lay back and enjoy yourself.”

that’s all the permission you need, your head tilting back against the couch. your hips continue to hump up against bruce’s eager tongue, chasing your release. he lets you use his mouth; you work yourself the way you want and see fit. “more bruce,” you sob desperately, tugging at his hair, making him hiss out—yet he complies. 

his tongue flicks out against your clit, the swollen bud pulsing under each ministration of his rough tongue. he can feel your hole clenching around nothing, arousal leaking out and pooling under your ass on the leather couch. he drags his tongue through your sopping slit, drinking up everything he can. 

one of his hands gripping your thighs slides between the sticky mess of your folds; fingers press deep into your needy pussy. your walls clamp around bruce’s thick fingers, trying to suck him in deeper. his mouth moves back to your clit, sucking on the little nub gently as he curls his fingers deep. your back bows off the couch as you whine out, the music covering the pathetic noise. 

“‘s good, bruce,” you slur out, your mind feeling hazy as he forces you closer to the edge. your body trembles and squirms from the onslaught of his tongue. he doesn’t stop, though; the one hand gripping your thigh holds tight—keeping your ass in place for him. you’re getting closer, he can tell by the way your thighs tense tighter around his head and the way your heels dig into the powerful muscles of his back.

“yeah? can tell you’re gettin’ close,” he groans, only pulling back enough to speak before he’s drawing your clit back between his lips. his fingers make a scissoring motion before curling deep, reaching that sweet spot. your toes curl up as you cry out, violent shudders wracking through your body. “found it, doll.”

with a newfound focus, bruce focuses his finger thrusts on hitting your g-spot. your cunt somehow clamps tighter around his fingers; he can feel your swollen clit pulse against his tongue. it’s all the warning he needs before your brain goes fuzzy, white seeming to cloud your vision. you’re coming hard, your thighs shaking and breathing erratic. however, he doesn’t stop; he helps you ride through the intense waves of your release—not missing a single drop of your cum. 

he only pulls back once your legs are no longer locked around his head, your puffy folds are wet with his saliva and your release—mouth glistening with the same mixture. his fingers slip out of your fluttering cunt, the thick digits disappearing between his swollen lips. "better than the top-shelf liquors."

[lustfelts]

ི ✉️ ֦ છ 𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐊 ˗ˏ 𝓕𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. . . jason todd x 𝒻𝑒𝓂!reader drabble ꒰  mdni `` 18+ content ꒱    ۪   ݁  781 words.

。 🧷ׄ ⠀ ❛ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. . . oral. language. one brief mention of a spank.

jason todd is a d1 pussy eater.

your thighs are wrapped around his head, the occasional tremble passing through the tense muscle. his breath hot against your skin when he periodically pulls back to get a good look at your pretty pussy, eyes lidded in focus and satisfaction. he’s thriving off the pleasure he can pull from you, your whines and squirms sending his ego through the roof. jason genuinely is obsessed, from how you taste to the way you’ll whine out in that pitchy voice. 

his tongue licks a broad stripe up your slit, tongue flattening against your clit to feel your thighs tremble. “fuckin’ christ,” he groans against your cunt, the vibrations enough to make your toes curl. “could stay here forever.”

his mouth seals over your clit, sucking gently before increasing the pressure somewhat. teeth grazing over the swollen bud, just enough to feel a minor twitch. your hips jerking up towards his face, but he’s forcing your hips still with a heavy palm on your belly. “quit the squirmin’, need you ready for my cock.”

the sounds of your breathing mix with the wet noises of his tongue working between your puffy folds. he doesn’t miss a single spot, making sure no part of your cunt goes neglected. that’s just the type of man he is.

“j-jay,” you stammer out, hips trying to roll up against his face again, but he’s unrelenting—refusing to let you do as you please. he pulls away from you, barely, letting a thick glob of spit land on your glistening folds. his free hand rubbing in the saliva on your clit, tight circles that send your fingers flying to his dark hair. “‘m close.”

“yeah, you’re gonna cum,” he says matter-of-factly, pressing a wet kiss over your core. tongue darting out to flick against your heated skin, teasing you before his mouth latches back onto your pussy. jason’s tongue sliding between your folds roughly, drinking you in as his thumb continues rubbing at the pulsing nub. he’s moving his heavy palm from your stomach, the freshly freed hand slipping under your knee to spread you wider to his awaiting mouth. “go ahead, use me the way you want.”

you don’t need to be told twice, your hips bucking up against his face desperately. the slight stubble along his jaw rough against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, one that’s always welcome. his tongue never ceases its vigorous strokes, the pink muscle dipping into your clenching hole before dragging back up your slit to where his thumb works you over. jason repeats the movement until you’re dripping, a puddle of saliva and arousal pooling under your ass.  

your fisting his hair tighter, drawing a hiss from his lips, hips humping up into his face mindlessly. that familiar coil tightening as your stomach clenches, thighs somehow tensing even more on either side of his head. 

his thumb moves to expose your clit fully, another ragged groan tearing from the back of his throat. drinking in the full expanse of your cunt, a sight he’s memorized every day. he doesn’t stay away long, mouth sucking your sensitive nub between his lips. applying just the right amount of pressure with his teeth, barely grazing over the bud before soothing it again with his tongue. 

your whines are growing louder as you near the edge, toes curled tight as your heels dig into his shoulder blades. jason sinks two thick fingers into your sopping hole, the added stimulation sending your walls clamping around the digits. you grind your hips erratically, chasing the high only he seems to give you, and he doesn’t stop you. an occasional ‘mm’ or ‘so good’ coming from him his swollen lips against your pussy.

he sucks harder at your clit, fingers pumping inside your spasming hole. a rough curl of his middle and ring fingers sends shockwaves through your body as your thighs squeeze around his head. you’re cumming hard, so hard your brain goes blank. however, he doesn’t stop moving his fingers, tongue still lapping at your clit. he helps you ride through your release until you’re pushing his head back from overstimulation. your body overstimulated and spent from his relentless ministrations. 

“my favorite bedtime snack,” he grins, sitting up between your spread, trembling thighs—a smug grin gracing his obnoxiously attractive face. your slick coating his chin, however, he’s not bothered. wiping off the proof of your arousal with the back of his hand. offering a quick, wet smack to your glistening cunt, not letting you clamp your legs shut at the brief jolt of sharp pleasure. “no ma’am, not done with you yet—still gotta put you to sleep, baby.”

[lustfelts]

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[lustfelts]

ི ✉️ ֦ છ 𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐊 ˗ˏ 𝓕𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. . . jason todd x 𝒻𝑒𝓂!reader drabble ꒰  mdni `` 18+ content ꒱    ۪   ݁  781 words.

。 🧷ׄ ⠀ ❛ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. . . oral. language. one brief mention of a spank.

jason todd is a d1 pussy eater.

your thighs are wrapped around his head, the occasional tremble passing through the tense muscle. his breath hot against your skin when he periodically pulls back to get a good look at your pretty pussy, eyes lidded in focus and satisfaction. he’s thriving off the pleasure he can pull from you, your whines and squirms sending his ego through the roof. jason genuinely is obsessed, from how you taste to the way you’ll whine out in that pitchy voice. 

his tongue licks a broad stripe up your slit, tongue flattening against your clit to feel your thighs tremble. “fuckin’ christ,” he groans against your cunt, the vibrations enough to make your toes curl. “could stay here forever.”

his mouth seals over your clit, sucking gently before increasing the pressure somewhat. teeth grazing over the swollen bud, just enough to feel a minor twitch. your hips jerking up towards his face, but he’s forcing your hips still with a heavy palm on your belly. “quit the squirmin’, need you ready for my cock.”

the sounds of your breathing mix with the wet noises of his tongue working between your puffy folds. he doesn’t miss a single spot, making sure no part of your cunt goes neglected. that’s just the type of man he is.

“j-jay,” you stammer out, hips trying to roll up against his face again, but he’s unrelenting—refusing to let you do as you please. he pulls away from you, barely, letting a thick glob of spit land on your glistening folds. his free hand rubbing in the saliva on your clit, tight circles that send your fingers flying to his dark hair. “‘m close.”

“yeah, you’re gonna cum,” he says matter-of-factly, pressing a wet kiss over your core. tongue darting out to flick against your heated skin, teasing you before his mouth latches back onto your pussy. jason’s tongue sliding between your folds roughly, drinking you in as his thumb continues rubbing at the pulsing nub. he’s moving his heavy palm from your stomach, the freshly freed hand slipping under your knee to spread you wider to his awaiting mouth. “go ahead, use me the way you want.”

you don’t need to be told twice, your hips bucking up against his face desperately. the slight stubble along his jaw rough against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, one that’s always welcome. his tongue never ceases its vigorous strokes, the pink muscle dipping into your clenching hole before dragging back up your slit to where his thumb works you over. jason repeats the movement until you’re dripping, a puddle of saliva and arousal pooling under your ass.  

your fisting his hair tighter, drawing a hiss from his lips, hips humping up into his face mindlessly. that familiar coil tightening as your stomach clenches, thighs somehow tensing even more on either side of his head. 

his thumb moves to expose your clit fully, another ragged groan tearing from the back of his throat. drinking in the full expanse of your cunt, a sight he’s memorized every day. he doesn’t stay away long, mouth sucking your sensitive nub between his lips. applying just the right amount of pressure with his teeth, barely grazing over the bud before soothing it again with his tongue. 

your whines are growing louder as you near the edge, toes curled tight as your heels dig into his shoulder blades. jason sinks two thick fingers into your sopping hole, the added stimulation sending your walls clamping around the digits. you grind your hips erratically, chasing the high only he seems to give you, and he doesn’t stop you. an occasional ‘mm’ or ‘so good’ coming from him his swollen lips against your pussy.

he sucks harder at your clit, fingers pumping inside your spasming hole. a rough curl of his middle and ring fingers sends shockwaves through your body as your thighs squeeze around his head. you’re cumming hard, so hard your brain goes blank. however, he doesn’t stop moving his fingers, tongue still lapping at your clit. he helps you ride through your release until you’re pushing his head back from overstimulation. your body overstimulated and spent from his relentless ministrations. 

“my favorite bedtime snack,” he grins, sitting up between your spread, trembling thighs—a smug grin gracing his obnoxiously attractive face. your slick coating his chin, however, he’s not bothered. wiping off the proof of your arousal with the back of his hand. offering a quick, wet smack to your glistening cunt, not letting you clamp your legs shut at the brief jolt of sharp pleasure. “no ma’am, not done with you yet—still gotta put you to sleep, baby.”

[lustfelts]

ི ✉️ ֦ છ 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 '𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 ˗ˏ 𝓕𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. . . rafe cameron x 𝒻𝑒𝓂!reader drabble ꒰  mdni `` 18+ content ꒱    ۪   ݁  521 words

。 🧷ׄ ⠀ ❛ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. . . piv. language. riding. slightly mean rafe if you squint.

riding rafe so slow cause it’s such a big task, his hands clutching at you like a lifeline. his head leaned back against the brown wood of his headboard, a pillow shoved in the crack to soften the thumps against the wall. heavy eyes locked on the slow grind of your body, a sight he’s enamoured with. 

however, in this current moment? he’s not impressed—you’re fucking with his release. he sucks in a sharp breath, patience running thin, but he doesn’t stop you. letting you go at the speed you want for now. it’s a struggle though, your gummy walls massaging his throbbing cock. your whines reaching his ears sounding like a dog in heat, like it’s your first time all over again.

the stretch has you seeing stars, fingers pressing into his abdomen for leverage. your head lolled and your eyes closed, clearly off in your own world of pleasure. rafe drags a large hand up your side to your face, calloused pads digging into your jaw. he uses the firm grip to direct your face back towards him, the stern action making your eyes fly open. “pay attention,” he mutters, hips shifting up under you, driving his cock deeper. your body instantly reacts by clamping down around him, keeping him snug in your warmth. 

“i-i am,” you practically croon, fingers pressing down harder as your hips rock a little faster. the coarse, trimmed hair he always sports brushes against your aching clit, the contact sending a flare through your body. one of your manicured hands flies to grip the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the tufts of hair at the base. 

your lower lash line coated in unshed tears from your onslaught of edging. he knows you’re struggling to find the right rhythm, to fuck yourself properly on his thick length—he simply is unwilling to help though. no matter how badly he wants to flip you over and take you the way he wants. 

“you talked big game earlier, now you don’t know how to fuckin’ ride dick?” he hums from under you, the teasing lilt hard to miss. even in your rumpled mind. rafe bucks up again, the motion sending you bouncing slightly, your grip tightening as you cling to him. your thighs are already burning from the exertion, back and forth. . .back and forth, a repetitive action. “c’mon, baby, ride me like you mean it. show me how pretty you look on top, taking what you want.”

your pussy gushes around him, your arousal coating his balls in a sticky, wet mess. you tug sharply at his hair, making the man under you wince, his fingers pinching roughly at your hip. “don’t be mean, rafe.”

he just grunts at you, fingers clenching around your hips as he forces you to bounce harder. the sound of your ass colliding with the tops of his thighs going straight to your gut, walls pulsing around him. “‘m not mean, you’re just whiny,” he gruffs, biceps tensing as he uses you like a personal fuck doll—no longer interested in your slow pace. “now shut up and help me cum.”

[lustfelts]

ི ✉️ ֦ છ 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˗ˏ 𝓕𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. . . rafe cameron x 𝒻𝑒𝓂!reader drabble ꒰  mdni `` 18+ content ꒱    ۪   ݁  498 words

。 🧷ׄ ⠀ ❛ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. . . piv. cockwarming. might be a little rough, wrote this before a doctors appt.

rafe uses cockwarming to get you nice and needy for him. 

the two of you sprawled out across the soft mattress, blankets wrapped around you in a sort of cocoon. his rough hand drags across the skin of your bare hip, keeping you close to him. it would be a picture of comfort if it wasn’t for his cock buried to the hilt in you. some stupid action movie playing in the background, the sounds of gunfire drowning out your occasional whine.

your cunt is leaking around him, walls a fluttering warmth heat he never wants to leave. for the most part, you’re good for him until the movie reaches that 20 minute mark. 

your hips press back further, urging his cock deeper. he knows you’re trying to get him to move, but he’s unwilling just yet. he needs you just a little needier, whining and begging for him to fuck you. 

you’re close, but not yet there.

he grips firmer, keeping you in place so you’re forced to lie still again. a whine bubbles up from your throat, head tilting back, trying to catch his eye. he’s not giving you an inch, though, letting you simmer in your frustration. 

rafe’s cock is rock hard in you, every twitch and pulse of his length is a clear implication he’s just as affected as you are. the feeling of your pussy practically drooling is almost enough for him to say screw it, almost. “you wanna cum, baby?” he murmurs into your ear, his hands refusing to let you move still. 

“yes, move rafe!” it’s a weak demand, but it’s been 20 minutes of nothing. that ache deep in your gut needing to be satisfied, but he keeps denying you. your head feels fuzzy from the teasing, stuffed full of his cock but not given the strokes you need. your soft whines reach his ears despite the obnoxiously loud action on screen being loud. 

he hums in mock thought, eyes moving to take in your face finally. they’re slightly glassy, an obvious indicator that you’re about to be pushed to the edge. “feelin’ needy, huh?” he coos at you, which would be sweet if he wasn’t clearly mocking you. he delivers you an experimental thrust, your pussy trying to suck him back in. “i dont know if you’re ready for me yet.”

“no, i promise i am, please,” you nearly cry out in frustration, hips attempting to press back to show just how ready you are. you can hear him huff behind you, grip loosening to let you fuck yourself back against him. “see, ’m ready.”

“alright, alright, i get it,” he says, bracing his large hand between your shoulder blades as he pushes you onto your stomach. following you as he positions himself on his knees behind you, cock still settled snuggly in your fluttering walls. he gives a sharp thrust, pressing impossibly deeper, practically feeling him in your belly. “gonna give you my cock so you quit whinin’.”