warnings: shy!armin, lowkey sub!armin, boob play, praise kink, dryhumping, over clothes hand job?, use of baby, use of sweet boy
word count: around 660
Armin is the sweetest boy you have ever dated. Sure, he may be a bit inexperienced, but isn’t that the fun part?
He fumbled with the clasp of your bra, struggling to get it undone. A small curse left him as his fingers failed to do what he wished. “Um- can you- would you mind..?” His words came out as gracefully as his movements.
You offered him a small smile. “Calm down, baby, it's okay.” You giggled as his face flushed from the petname. You reached around your back, making quick work of the clasp. The fabric fell from your body. It landed softly on the bed beneath you both.
“Wow, you’re so beautiful.” His eyes were wide, his mouth slightly agape. His hands twitched with the desire to touch you. “Can I?” You nodded in response. He palmed your breasts softly, flesh warm against his delicate skin. You hummed at his touch, leaning into the feeling. He caught one of your nipples between his fingers, tugging gently.
“Ah!” You let out a startled sound.
He immediately pulled away. “Oh! I’m sorry!” A small frown found its way to his face.
You grabbed his hand, bringing it back up to your chest. “No, Armin, it felt good.”
A deep red began to climb its way up his neck. He began to continue his movements. His left hand gave small tugs on your nipple, the other squeezing the soft mound. His eyes were blown wide with desire, watching your face for every change in expression. He relished in the quiet sounds that escaped you.
“Mmm, you’re so pretty, baby.” Your compliment only fueled him more. His touch began to have a rough edge to it, his grip on you tightening. His head dipped down, pressing small kisses to the section between your breasts. He trailed up to your collarbone, sucking on the sensitive skin. “A-ah- mm.”
Armin gasped into the contact, your moans sending hot pulses straight to his dick. He pauses for a moment, peering up at you through long lashes. “Am I doing a good job?” His voice teetered, unsure.
You ran your fingers through his hair, a motion that comforted him. “Yes, baby.” Your voice held every ounce of honesty. You leaned further into him, lips connecting. The kiss was all teeth and passion, your bare chest pressed against his. He let out a whimper, the noise dying against your mouth. You swallowed the noise eagerly. You could feel him hard against you. His hips rutted into your stomach, chasing any sense of friction. “So needy.” You teased.
“I- I’m sorry.” He apologized, yet didn’t stop the bucking of his hips. He strained within the fabric that was separating him from you. You moved a hand to rub him over the material. “F-fuck… ngh-” His pretty noises filled the air. “I needed it so bad. I’m sorry-”
You cut him off by fitting your mouth against his once more. You could feel the vibrations of every noise he dared to let out against your lips. His hips stuttered, meeting your hand at a violent pace. You could feel his length twitch beneath the contact. You slipped your tongue into his mouth, swirling it against his own. You were claiming him from the inside out.
You parted to take a good look at him. He looked dazed. Strands of his hair were stuck to his forehead, lips red and bruised, face completely flushed. He looked like a dream. His eyes fluttered closed as you pushed against him harder. “Please, please, please, I need it.” Pleas to cum tumbled out of him.
“Aw, okay, anything for my sweet boy.” You cooed at him.
“Fuck- thank you, thank you.” His hips stalled, mouth falling open. “A-ah! Mmmph… nghh.” His body racked with aftershocks. He slumped forward, head making against your shoulder. The wet spot on his pants was evident.
You pushed hair away from his neck, placing a small kiss against the hot skin. “Good job, baby.”
You and neteyam have been blurring the lines of platonic and romantic ever since he moved to your town during his last year highschool. Now in your second year of college, you may finally put a name to what you've both been feeling.
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It didn’t take long for Neteyam to appear on your doorstep. His exhaustion shone through his eyes, exhaustion written across his features. The sight surprised you. “Whoa, are you okay?” You spoke softly, moving from the doorway to let him in.
He shook his head in response. He quickly shuffled his way to your couch, slumping down on the soft furniture. You followed behind him, sitting a few inches away. You reached for his hand, flicking your thumb gently across his knuckles. He sighed at the contact. His eyes flickered from your connected hands to your face. He visibly relaxed, slumping further into the couch.
“Want to tell me now?” You questioned, your voice still holding a careful tenderness.
“My dad's been on my ass about everything…” His eyes refused to meet yours. Instead, they darted around the room, mentally tracking objects he's seen a million times before. “School, physical therapy, getting back on the court.” His voice grew shaky. “It’s like everything I ever do is never good enough.” Tears welled in his eyes, threatening to fall. He blinked them back and swallowed the lump in his throat.
Your hand moved from his hand to his cheek, forcing him to look at you. “Neteyam, you’re doing great.” You stroked his cheek, the skin hot under your delicate touch. “There's literally no way for you to do better. He needs to stop expecting you to be perfect.” You stared into his eyes. His pupils were wide, eyes glazed over with the remnants of tears.
Neteyam’s hand landed on top of yours, gripping it softly. “Thank you.” Your name left his lips like a plea. The moment was gentle, intimate, and undeniably you. “I just wish he realized that.”
“He will eventually.” A smile graced your features. “C’mon, let’s do something to take your mind off it.”
You and neteyam have been blurring the lines of platonic and romantic ever since he moved to your town during his last year highschool. Now in your second year of college, you may finally put a name to what you've both been feeling.
You and neteyam have been blurring the lines of platonic and romantic ever since he moved to your town during his last year highschool. Now in your second year of college, you may finally put a name to what you've both been feeling.
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You sat on one of the couches in the living room, watching a listening to the conversations around you, and occasionally taking a sip of whatever heinous mixture Aonung had given you. You could hear Kiri and Spider chatting to your left, and Tsireya talking to a random girl to your right. You were content with the people watching.
Neteyam was on the other side of the room, attempting to keep a conversation with Lo'ak. His gaze kept drifting to you. He wanted to go over and talk to you, despite having just spent a whole basketball game next to you, and a car ride. He cursed himself for being so clingy. He just wanted to make sure you were okay and hadn't had too much to drink already.
"Bro? Bro, are you even listening to me?" Lo'ak spoke over the music, getting Neteyam's attention.
His eyes flickered back to his brother. "Yes dude, I was listening." He spoke with annoyance in his tone.
Lo'ak responded with a dramatic eyeroll. His hand clamped down on the older ones shoulder. "You're so down bad it's insane."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You can't even have fun at a party without focusing on her the whole night." He sighed.
"I'm having fun."
He was, in fact, not having fun. All Neteyam wanted to do was go talk to you, but he refrained from doing so out of fear of appearing too overbearing.
Its been years like this. Push and pull; more so pull than push. You liked Neteyam, and Neteyam liked you, but you couldn't seem to find the balance of your relationship. Over time, you settled into a comfortable stalemate. No one made a move that would be too much, too final, too romantic.
You shifted from your seat on the couch, moving towards the boy. Your drink sloshed in the red solo cup as you made your way across the room. Lo'ak noticed your approach, giving his brother one final squeeze on his arm before leaving him.
"'Teyam!" You shouted, voice slightly scruffy from the alcohol.
He offered a small wave, smiling at you.
You slumped your side against his, careful not to spill your drink in the process. "This is kinda lame, don't you think?"
"I thought it'd be more exciting too, after that big of a win." His eyes looked over your form, carefully taking in every detail.
You gave a slight nod in agreement "Games just aren't worth celebrating if you're not playing." You spoke softer this time, a smile playing at your lips.
You and neteyam have been blurring the lines of platonic and romantic ever since he moved to your town during his last year highschool. Now in your second year of college, you may finally put a name to what you've both been feeling.
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PROFILES:
(Ignore all times, theyre inaccurate)
FUN FACTS:
- y/n, neteyam, kiri, and aonung are all in the same year
- lo'ak, spider, and tsireya are one year younger than you
- you've lived in Awa'atlu all your life, mostly surrounded by the same people, so you were happy when the Sully's moved there
- You and tsireya are neighbors, and constantly have sleepovers, which annoys aonung
Clark's favorite part about being an alien is being able to hold his breath... and maybe that has something to do with pleasing you.
warnings: oral (fem receiving), use of baby, slight hair pulling, lowkey domestic vibes, Clark worships reader
word count: around 460
Clark wanted nothing more than to be good for you. To make you feel the pleasure he knew you deserved. If he had his way, he would never move from his spot between your legs. He would breathe you, fill his lungs with everything that was you. In this case, he didn't have to move. His Kryptonian genes enabled him to hold his breath for extended periods, a perfect helping hand when it came to pleasing you
His hands gripped your thighs, careful not to use too much strength. Your legs were tossed over his shoulders, hips lifted slightly off the bed. His breath fanned across the delicate skin. “Are you just going to stare?” You questioned, though your words had no real bite.
He held you steady with one hand, the other inching up your thigh. Your skin flushed with heat underneath his touch. “You're so beautiful.” The words came out as a hushed whisper, almost like he said them without realizing. Your breath hitched as he placed a kiss on your inner thigh, kissing up towards your core.
You swallowed back a shallow moan as he finally began to give you what you've been craving. His tongue flattened against you, dragging upwards until it landed on your clit. Your hands quickly found purchase in his hair. “Fuck- Clark…” Your fingers tightened around his roots, tugging lightly.
The sensation tore a deep groan from his throat, the sound dying against your flesh. The vibration of the noise traveled straight to the ball of pleasure in your stomach. His movements continued, a mix of nipping lightly at your bud and taking the time to lap up your juices.
“Hah… a-ah!” Your hips bucked into his touch, grinding against his mouth. “More- fuck, I need more.”
He only hummed in response, the command not going unnoticed. He applied more pressure, pulling your core impossibly close. His tongue swirled against your clit, occasionally flicking it with the tip. His eyes fluttered shut, savoring the taste.
Your thighs twitched in his hold. Your muscles were screaming from exertion. “Mm- I'm- so close-” The words tumbled from your lips, voice breathy. Your hips continued to try and match his pace, meeting his tongue with a thrust. “O-oh- fuck, baby!”
Clark didn't stop his movements as the waves of pleasure crashed over you. He felt every twitch that racked through your body as you rode out your high. He stayed right where he wanted to be, swallowing every bit of your pleasure and desire. Finally, he pulled away from you, pupils blown wide and chin slick with you. “I love you.” His voice was soft. Delicate and truthful, as he always was.
You peered down at him, breathless and tired. Nevertheless, a smile of your own graced your face. “I love you too.”
hope yall like this... its a little experimental, only the 2nd time ive written oral
I just read trust and I'm wondering if you could write bottom!bruce wayne?
"LONG DAY"
Bruce Wayne welcomes some much-needed release.
warnings: sub!bruce, oral (m receiving), praise, use of sweetheart, use of baby, use of love, swallowing cum
word count: around 550
Bruce Wayne was stoic; a man made of stone and gravel. However, in the comfort of his own manor, and in your arms, his resolve seemed to fade.
Your mouth traced along his neck, the muscles twitching under the heat. “Long day, baby?” Your breath fanned across his soft skin. He gave no real answer, only a soft hum. You continued your actions, paying little attention to his lack of response. A low groan escaped from his lips as you sucked on the sensitive skin. His large hands found your waist to shift you further on top of him. Bruce’s body was solid, even under the full weight of your body. You could feel him hard beneath you. “Poor thing.”
His face flushed subtly, a pale red gracing his face. “Sweetheart… go easy.” The words were meek, not a true command.
You smiled down at him, your fingers already fumbling with his belt. “I’ll go easy if you’re good for me.” The belt finally gave way, allowing you to undo the button and zipper of his dress pants. “You promise to be good?” You questioned.
He nodded, “Always.” His hips lifted from the sheets, making it easier for you to remove his pants and boxers fully. Your hands drifted down his body, settling on his hip bones. His eyes tracked your movements, half-lidded and filled with desire. “If you’d stop teasing, my love.” Your thumbs swiped idly at the skin, a motion that would normally be soothing, but currently threw Bruce further into a pit of lust.
“Just taking my time…” You leaned down to place a kiss on the tip of his dick. His hips bucked, following the sensation. Your grip on his hips tightened. “Don’t be impatient.” You licked a long, slow stripe down the center of his length. You could feel him twitch against your tongue.
“Mmph-” His head tossed back against the silk pillows. Your name left him like a prayer; a plea to keep going. You welcomed him into your mouth, lips wrapping tightly around him. “A-ah… fuck.” The sounds tore from his throat, voice deep and full of gravel.
Your hand filled in the space you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You gave light squeezes to his dick, each one met with a shallow thrust of his hips. Your head bobbed, a steady pace being set. He twitched in your mouth, hot and heavy with the need for release. “Ngh… sweetheart!” You moaned along his length. The vibrations from your noises traveled down his length, sending hot white flashes of pleasure throughout his body. His fingers curled into the damp sheets below him. “Shit- I’m so close.” He whimpered out your name.
The knot of pleasure was quickly unwinding within him. His hips bucked into your mouth, back arching off the bed. “Ah- mph!” Noises spilled from Bruce’s lips as he came with one final thrust. His thighs racked with spasms, the muscles straining and twitching. “Nghhh…”
You released him from your mouth with a soft hum. You lifted your hand to your mouth, swiping him from your chin. “Open up, baby.” He followed your command, jaw opening slackly. You slipped your forefinger into his mouth. “So good for me.” You grinned at him.
“Thank you, my love.”
sorry if this is rough, i came out of haitus to write this real quick lmao
I wanna see how Emperor Mark treats his wife on bed. 🤭
"EMPERORS RELEASE"
emperor!mark has been waiting all day to get home to you.
warnings: p in v, use of baby, use of "my dear", very vanilla, overuse of the word "perfect", creampie oops, maybe more
word count: around 350
Mark was the ruler of the whole Viltrumite Empire. He could have anything he wanted. However, he never misses a chance to make you feel like you're all he’s ever wanted or needed.
“Mark- shit!” Your body lurched into his. You could feel every inch of him dragging along your velvet walls. His hands held your hips, pressing you into the delicate sheets.
He leaned over you, placing a gentle kiss to your temple. “Fuck… been missing you all day.” His calloused fingers dug into the soft skin, sure to leave proof of his hold on you. “Couldn't wait for his, baby.”
He twitched inside of you, the small movement sending a jolt up your spine. “Y-yeah?” You smiled up at him, small noises slipping past your lips.
“Mm- yeah. Thinking about how perfect you are-” Your name come out, followed by a choir of grunts and groans. “How you would- ngh… how you would feel.” Each thrust was met with a light squeeze of your hips. The sound of skin on skin bounced off the walls, a lewd symphony when combined with his groans.
Your body was pressed impossibly close to him, each movement he made jostling and shaking the bed. “Aah- mph!” You gasped as he gave a deep thrust. You could see his adam’s apple bob, red flushing his face and neck. “You- you look perfect”
His face slotted into your neck, hot breath fanning across the sensitive skin. “Not as perfect as you, my dear.” His lips brushed your skin with every word he spoke. The combination of the words and sensation pushed you further towards the edge. Your name tumbled from him like a guttural noise, joined with gasps as you clenched around him. “F-fuck!”
“I’m- mm, almost there.” Your hips lifted to meet his. You met his pace with the same enthusiasm, inching towards the peak of your pleasure. “M-mark!”
“Nghh- fuck…” He gave one final thrust into you. His length twitched within you, the long release he’s waited for. “Perfect- fucking amazing, mph-” His lips crashed into yours, swallowing the noises that slipped from you.
sorry this is very short </3 he's so soft to me, hope you like !
Ok but... Am I the only one that thinks Jason would 100% have a mommy kink? It just slips out one day and then it just sticks idk
I think I just want that man crying and my brain is doing the rest on its own
"UNDONE"
Jason allows himself to be treated like the fragile man he is.
warnings: mommy kink, crying kink kinda, guided masturbation, overstimulation if you squint, praise kink, use of baby, use of pretty boy, mean!reader, maybe maybe more
word count: around 450
The first time it slipped out surprised you. Jason tried his best to convince you it was a heat-of-the-moment thing. Until it happened again, and again, and eventually, he gave up on pretending like it wasn’t something he enjoyed.
“Come on, pretty boy.” You spoke softly. Your tone was inviting, teetering on the edge of teasing.
His body tensed, hips arching off the delicate sheets. Your hand lay atop his, slowly guiding him along his length. Each stroke earned a whimper from him. “Ngh- please, mommy… I can't-” His head tossed back, hips thrusting into his hand. “Hah… it's- fuck. It's too much.”
You slowed your movements slightly. “I thought you wanted to be good for me tonight?” The bite in your voice was apparent, harsher than before.
“Wait- shit. I'll be good.” His pupils were blown wide, full of desire. Desire you planned to fulfill. “Mommy, I'll be your good boy.” His eyes scanned your face.
“I know you will.”
The praise did nothing but fuel the fire within him, the coil in his stomach tightening. White-hot flashes traveled through his body; his hand was completely reliant on you for movement. Your gaze flicked over him. He was flushed, damp hair sticking to his forehead— a disheveled mess underneath you.
He peered up at you through tear dotted lashes, “Am- mm… Am I being good? Can I finish- I’m close.” His words were just above a whisper, voice hoarse and worn.
“Hm… You’ve been good, baby.” Your pace was even, steady and sturdy. Your smile was coy, a test of patience. “Just a little bit more, and you can cum.” You squeezed your hand around him.
He jolted, body pressing into you. “Ah-h! Fuck- mommy…” His dick twitched in your hand with every thrust of his hips. More tears threaten to fall from his eyes, glossy and impossibly wide. “Pl-please, please, please.” The words tumbled from his lips like a mantra. He clung to the syllables. Your name was slipped between grunts and moans.
“Shhh, look at you. You’re so undone for me.” You held his hips down with your free hand, pining him to the bed, which shook under every movement.
“Hah.. nghh… please- I need it-” He was cut off by the feeling of your hand tightening around him once more. “A-ah- ngh.”
You gave one last drag along his length, “Go ahead, baby.”
Jason's hips twitched into your hand, stalling and bucking into the delicate skin. “Thank you- fuck, thank you, mommy. Needed it- needed it so bad.” He continued to ride out his high, heavy breaths slipping from his mouth. “Ngh- hah…”
“Good boy, always so messy.”
hey so... sorry i died for a few months, college started up (yay community college) and ive been so stressed and writer's block has been holding me captive :(
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