One moment Grand Regent Thragg is alone in the throne room, contemplating matters.
The next you're in his lap, a human, and asleep.
... who is Thragg to deny such an obvious gift?
Tags: NSFW/smut, Thragg is befuddled, sex, sleepy flirting, reader is ovulating and horny, breeding/breeding kink.
1.9k words.
Completely and utterly still, Thragg was sat in his throne, still in the same position as he had been in before– one hand on the armrest and fingers drumming against it in thought, his other in a fist, cheek pressed against it– except now, instead of gazing ahead vacantly while his mind was busy going over plans and information, he was now staring down at his lap.
Or rather, the figure in his lap.
Just moments ago he'd been alone, left to think and decide on what should be done next. Then, out of nowhere, there'd been a weight in his lap, one that had his eyes shooting downwards and freezing.
Most confounding of all though, was that you were asleep.
Dressed in flimsy clothing presumably for sleep, you were curled up in his lap, softly breathing, lips slightly parted but not yet drooling. There was no sign that this was a trick of some kind, that you were faking it. Based on your breathing and heart rate, you were truly asleep.
Frowning, Thragg looked at your face more closely.
Based on the fact he didn't recognize you, he knew you weren't a Viltrumite, which could only mean you were a human from Earth, a planet he had a great interest in for obvious reasons.
Which only made him more confused. Because how had a human appeared here? Did you have powers? Their reports did claim that a rare few humans had powers, which was more proof their species were compatible. Not all species carried the genome to have powers after all.
Though if you did, they weren't very useful, were they? Making you appear elsewhere in your sleep… though the range was impressive.
Minutes ticked by with Thragg contemplating what to do, truly struck dumb for the first time since his teenhood about what to do. Tilting his head some, he glared down at you, frustrated at his own indecision– which he blamed on your surprise appearance. His knuckles dug into his temple as he thought and thought, only to stop, interrupted by you stirring.
You hummed softly in the back of your throat, stretching your legs out only to let out a confused warble when your feet hit the sides of his throne. Then your head bumped against his stomach. It was enough to make you open your eyes.
Blinking blearily, you gazed up at him, still half asleep. You squinted, frowned, tilted your head; all the signs you were questioning your situation even through the haze of sleep.
“… ‘s this a dream?” You slurred, humming as you nuzzle his stomach sleepily. Thragg went completely still, not even breathing as he merely watched, stunned, that any creature would dare to do this. “You're hot. Where'd I see you, huh?”
“What.”
“Mm, y'know. The people you see in your dreams are of faces you've seen before.” You explained lazily, still nuzzling and nosing at his– oh.
Beneath his royal garb, Thragg felt his cock twitch for the first time in centuries.
Slowly, Thragg reached down, grasping the back of your head. “Enough. This isn't a dream. Now explain–”
“Pfft, sure it ain't.” You roll your eyes– actually roll your eyes at him– and throw your legs over the armrest. “Ah– right, dream rules. Don't mention it's a dream or you'll say some ominous shit, right? Yeah, I know.” You give him a crooked grin, movements languid.
Then you press a finger to his lips.
“Shh, keep this between us, alright? I'll pretend if you will.” You say lowly, tone almost…
Thragg didn't know how to respond, just glaring down at this wicked, stupid creature in his lap. The insult alone…
But then you were nuzzling him again, hands slowly caressing his sides with fascination.
Thragg exhaled sharply through his nose. “You are a vexing creature. Cease your attempts at… whatever this is and answer my question. How did you appear here?”
You shrug. “I dunno, dude, I was all cuddled up in my bed, and then… here.” You said lamely, sniffing him. He smelled of something fancy, rich, old school.
His expression darkened. “Do not call me ‘dude’. I am Grand Regent Thragg of the Viltrum Empire, and you will speak to me with respect, human.”
Your lips form an O shape. “Really? Fancy.” You rub your cheek against his thigh. “Can we skip to the part of the dream where we fuck already, or is this a plot heavy dream?”
What the fuck in Argall’s name were you talking about.
“… you speak in tongues.” He said simply because he just couldn't comprehend your logic or meaning. Did you truly think this was some dream? You didn't appear to be lying, and Thragg had been trained to spot such tells ages ago, so he had no choice but to believe you did.
Which meant whatever had brought you here wasn't your own doing.
So who's was it?
You let out something between a groan and a laugh, hefting yourself up. Your movements are ungainly, heavy, almost as though you were still half asleep despite you clearly being awake.
“You. Me. Sex.” You state with a grin. “Look, I can't spell it any clearer. And I'm not about to deny myself this. Do you know how rarely I have dreams about hot men? Especially when I'm ovulating?”
That catches his attention.
“… you are fertile?” He asks, tilting his head, sitting up straighter so you still had to look up at him.
“Mmm-hmm, especially this time of the month.” You murmur, trailing a finger up his chest.
He resisted the urge to shiver.
“You are capable of carrying a child?” He asked, needing clarification before he did anything… foolish.
You let out an amused huff. “Oh, I get it, you have a breeding kink. Hmm, luckily, so do I.” You lightly sung, pressing against his large form, visibly shuddering at his warmth and hard muscles. “But yes, I can. I have all the parts needed.”
Thragg hummed. Then, before he could overthink his decision, he gripped you by the hips and slammed you down into his lap and the growing bulge under his skirt.
You gasped, making him smirk beneath his moustache. Slowly, he forced you to roll your hips, breathing deep at the sparks of pleasure he hadn't felt since he was young and they were many.
When had he last indulged? Even just used to his fist to clear his mind and de-stress?
A long time. Thragg didn't allow himself many pleasures. But this?
He watched the way your lips parted, the way your fingers and blunt nails scrambled uselessly against his chest, felt you buck and writhe against his growing length.
This was for the Viltrum Empire. He'd been given a gift, having a fertile human appear in his lap like a concubine, ready to be mated and seeded.
And Thragg intended to seed you as much as possible.
The throne room echoed with the wet claps and moans of their coupling.
Thragg stood before his throne, clothes discarded alongside your own– mostly. You still wore your “hoodie” and had it pushed up to reveal your chest. It made for a tantalizing sight, one he had no complaints for as he suckled on a nipple loudly, grunting every time he bottomed out.
He easily lifted you up and down, forcing you to bounce on his cock, hands like iron bands around your waist, so big that his fingers were able to meet and just about intertwine. Your legs were thrown over his forearms, feet occasionally flailing every time he struck deep and glided over something sensitive. Thragg had half a mind to place you on the floor and force them beside your head.
The thought of mating you in such a primal position made the Grand Regent groan, sucking your bud harder, receiving a loud cry for it.
He released it with a pop, switching to your other breast, sucking marks all along the fatty flesh before sucking the hard bud into his mouth, tongue swirling around your nipple faster than a human ever could.
For a successful mating, Thragg did not have to do all of this. But he wished to, and so he did. And why shouldn't he? You were a gift, and gifts should be cherished. Soft and fertile, appearing in his lap like a divine appointed concubine. He silently sent a thanks to the past Emperors of Viltrum wherever they now rested for leading you to him. It was the only explanation he had despite Viltrumites not being superstitious outside of old traditions here and there.
As Thragg fucked you, you moaned like a whore, mouth agape and unable to stop. Not when he was moving faster than anything, fat cock striking deep inside of you and hitting all the right places. And everything else didn't help either. The sting of his hips meeting the back of your thighs, the lewd sounds filling the air, his hungry mouth littering your chest in hickeys and sucking on your nipples hungrily, and not to mention his sheer attractiveness.
It was easily the best sex of your life, the proof dripping down onto the shiny floor as another orgasm ripped through you. You cried out weakly, head hanging back.
“Please! Please just cum already! I wanna break!”
He growled, pulling off your tit with great reluctance.
“No. I'll finish when I'm ready. And you will take it all like the whorish creature you are without complaint. Understood?”
You just whined, walls snug around his pistoning cock, still overstimulated from your orgasm. Thragg landed a sudden, stinging slap to your rear, ripping a scream from your throat.
“I said, understood?”
“Yes! I'm sorry! I just– I wanna feel you cum so bad.” You whimper, words slurring. Your eyes began to feel heavy.
Thragg just grunted, looked down towards where your bodies met, eyes glued to the way his cock speared into you, your body flowering, blossoming around his shaft beautifully.
Then his gaze caught on the bulge in your belly and Thragg moaned.
That did him in finally, the sight, the proof he was so deep, claiming you so entirely. He shoved himself as deep as he could and grinded against the seal to your womb, grunting and holding you still as he came in thick, long spurts, thick base keeping you plugged up as he filled you.
Then, slowly and carefully, he lowered you, kneeling with you laid on the cold floor, hips held up so his seed was sure to take. You whimpered as he did, looking ruined.
Minutes went by. Thragg began to soften by then, long since finished climaxing and feeling more calm and relaxed than he has in some time. And you…
Your eyes drift shut again, and not long after you fall asleep, you disappear. Just like that.
Thragg just stares, once again confused, before he abruptly punches the ground.
Meanwhile, millions upon millions miles away, you awoke in your bed with a jolt, blinking as you looked around.
Outside your window, the sun steadily rose through the sky.
“Fuck!” You groan, rubbing your face. What a weird dream… yet so fucking good.
Yet as you sat up, you yelped, feeling a deep ache and something spill out of you.
Slowly, you looked down, finding yourself in the same exact manner as you had been in your dream– well. “Dream”.
“Shit.” You whispered, realising it had really happened.
૮ ⊹ ࣪၊၊||၊ IMAGINE; Grand regent Thragg x fem reader :: you are the wife of the great regent, the wife of the strongest :: possibly an out-of-character Thragg.
꒷꒦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 + 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀: english isn’t my first language, so i use Google translate to help with my posts due to my limited proficiency, please bear with me.
ׅ 𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄚𝄞𝅄 REGENT THRAGG, who somehow 'chose' you as his wife and future mother of his children, for the simple fact that you would be the perfect woman who would give him healthy children. Apart from being the only inferior person with whom he would agree to share his time, not his life, because he knows that you would not last more than 100 years by his side.
ׅ 𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄚𝄞𝅄 REGENT THRAGG, follow some of General Kregg's advice, to know how to deal with you, a human who lives in terror of any courtship attempt that comes from him. On rare occasions Thragg feels suffocated by everything that has to do with you, he demands that you not be ashamed to tell him what you want and need. He's more than willing to give you anything you want... of course, all in exchange for you ceasing to regret your pathetic existence.
ׅ 𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄚𝄞𝅄 REGENT THRAGG, he hates that you ask him to return you to Earth to see your family. Your old life is of no importance to him. Even though he's learned to love you and treat you less like a pet, he still claims that no one in your old life would want you back.
ׅ 𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄚𝄞𝅄 REGENT THRAGG, lives and breathes only to make you happy, even if it means showing emotions and feelings that he shouldn't, as he is a killer and conqueror of planets. He knows that to show these weaknesses is typical of foolish and weak races. It makes you forget everything that was once your old life, your first love, your adoptive family the Graysons, your friends and above all, the longing to be able to escape from their violent hands someday.
ׅ 𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄚𝄞𝅄 REGENT THRAGG, he is more than satisfied to be able to boast to Nolan that he finally managed to tame you, now he will be able to say that he will be a father very soon. There is no greater happiness than seeing the face disfigured by the anger of the traitor, know that Nolan and Mark would fight for you, for the daughter and sister they once had. But it won't let them leave their side. He is your husband.
ׅ 𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄚𝄞𝅄 REGENT THRAGG, who presumes that his wife is a very obedient girl and an attentive and dedicated mother to their 3 children. He is so pleased with the news to know that very soon he will be able to have twins, of course, first you have to have a little rest, you deserve it.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ 𝗔/𝗡; this post was aimed at viltrumite Mark, but everything wrote gave me more vibes of the regent, so modified it. By the way i accept requests to write for any character, just please look at the masterlist to see what content write and what i don't.
tags ܍ angst, dark content, dubcon, p in v sex, breeding, creampie, separation, overstimulation, possessiveness, thragg is evil, s4ep7 made me simp more for thragg...5k word count, MDNI 18+
synopsis ܍ that traitor bastard's son always interferes with his plans, but he will sure pay the price, it's all his fault after all now-that the regent takes an interest in you.
You remembered the way Earth smelled-or at least, you used to.
The fresh air you’d breathe in when you stepped outside. The feel of soft grass beneath your feet, just to remind yourself it was real. The taste of human food, warm and familiar, the real food, the kind that had texture, flavor, comfort, and something you could savor instead of endure.
You remembered your friends. Your family.
You remembered him.
His eyes-warm, chocolate brown-and the way he looked at you like you were his world. His everything, the way he held your hand so gently, like you were something fragile, something worth protecting, like always yours. Like no matter how much the world demanded from him, no matter how heavy it became, there was always a part of him that belonged only to you.
Because you were his first love.
Even as Mark Grayson, and as invincible, the mask full of weight and hardships that was forced onto him to wear, he swore nothing would ever reach you, not even over his dead body. He would fight, bleed, tear the universe apart if it meant getting back to you.
You knew he would try.
That’s why it hurt the most.
The sound of his screams, agonized, and broken.
You were being dragged away, pinned down by Viltrumites, tears blurring your vision as you struggled, you tried to get away, but your strength was no match for viltrumites and as you looked at him, tried reaching for him, even while they forced you onto the ship.
He was still fighting, still screaming your name.
Threatening to kill them-all of them-if they touched you, and you heard it, you heard everything.
The sickening crack of bone, the wet, brutal sound of blood, and the way his voice faltered-but never stopped.
Even as the ship doors sealed.
Even as you were taken from him.
The last thing you saw was him still trying to stand.
Still trying to reach you, and the ship was cold, oh silent, save for your sobs.
Viltrumites stood around you, unmoving, their expressions carved from something inhuman-cold, indifferent, untouched by your grief.
It was already over, too late.
Because the one who had taken an interest in you was not just another soldier, it wasn’t just anyone else.
It was worse.
It was Thragg.
The Grand Regent.
To him, you were nothing more than a weak human-the lover of Invincible,
And what better way to savor victory than to take what mattered most? to tear him apart not just physically, but completely because Thragg knew that no matter how many times he crushed Invincible into the ground…no matter how many Viltrumites he sent to dismantle the Coalition of Planets… and no matter how much pain he inflicted-
Mark Grayson would always stand back up.
So this time, Thragg chose something different, something final.
He took you.
And he would make you his wife, not out of love never that.
Humans were weak, fragile and beneath him really and he did not care for you-not truly.
But your kind had one use of course, something that Mark and that traitor bastard refused to go along with his orders for, the reason why their kind was so interested in your planet was because of-compatibility, the ability to bear Viltrumite offspring, it was efficient, practical.
Necessary, two purposes, fulfilled at once, break Invincible and rebuild the empire.
And you-
You would serve both.
Whether you wanted to or not.
You don’t remember the beginning clearly, only fragments.
The journey was long, too long and time stretched into something shapeless, marked only by the dull ache in your body and the suffocating awareness that you were being taken somewhere you could never return from.
Then-hands, harsh, unyielding hands.
They seized you, dragged you forward and before you could even gather yourself, you were shoved off the ship’s dock, the unfamiliar air greeting you as you stumbled hard, your knees striking the unfamiliar ground, pain flared sharp and immediate, forcing a gasp from your throat as your palms scraped against the smooth, cold surface beneath you, and you slowly looked up.
And your eyes slightly widen at where you were now.
Viltrum.
You’d heard the name before, from Mark, in quiet conversations at night when you were at his side in bed, and he would have this unreadable look in his face, every time he talked about it, always carrying an edge of something darker, something unspoken but hearing about it had done nothing to prepare you for seeing it.
The long tower cities gleamed white, towering, impossibly pristine and everything looked engineered to perfection, sterile and advanced in a way that made Earth feel primitive by comparison and above you, the sky burned in a muted orange hue, and there was a low, constant hum in the air, like the planet itself was alive and watching.
For a moment, despite everything, you just stared.
“Move, human!”
A female voice cracked against your ear like a whip, you barely had time to react before a leg shot at your side, your already unsteady body giving out beneath you and you rolled and hit the ground a second time, harsher now, the sting in your knee sharper despite the shallow wound.
A sharp breath escaped you and when you looked up, two blue piercing eyes were already glaring down at you.
Cold. Disdainful.
The woman standing over you had short brown hair, her expression twisted with open contempt. You recognized her… not from memory, but from Mark’s voice, from the tension that used to creep into it when he spoke her name.
Anissa.
“Pathetic,” she said, her lip curling. “You have legs. Use them. Or are humans truly this useless?”
Your throat tightened, and you shrank under her gaze, instinctively folding into yourself as more figures gathered behind her-other Viltrumites, silent, watchful, their presence pressing in on you from all sides.
You looked down. It felt safer that way, because you were easily disposable.
“Enough.”
The word wasn’t loud.
It didn’t need to be.
It rolled through the air like distant thunder, deep and absolute. Instantly, the tension shifted. The hostility didn’t disappear-but it bent, reshaped itself into something quieter, more controlled.
You felt it before you saw him.
Anissa straightened, the others followed, their postures sharpening, submission clear in the rigid lines of their bodies.
And then he stepped forward.
Thragg.
He moved without urgency, but there was weight in every step-something inevitable, something that made the air feel heavier the closer he came. His gaze passed over you lazily at first, like you were nothing more than an object left in his path.
Then he stopped in front of you and before you could react, his hand closed around your shoulder.
The movement was fast-too fast. One moment you were on the ground, the next you were being hauled upright as if you weighed nothing at all. Your breath hitched, your body going rigid as instinct screamed at you not to resist.
Your eyes dropped immediately to the floor.
“She is to be my wife.”
His voice was calm. Measured.
That made it worse.
“You will be delicate,” he continued, his grip tightening just enough to remind you how easily he could crush bone beneath his fingers. “Humans are fragile. We cannot afford damage to the stock before its use.”
The words settled over you like something suffocating, the way they talked about you as if you were merely nothing more than just stock, a resource to be harvested.
Not a person, not you.
“...Yes, Regent Thragg,” Anissa said stiffly, her earlier arrogance gone, replaced with something colder, more controlled. “My apologies.”
Thragg released you as abruptly as he had grabbed you.
“Have her escorted,” he said, already losing interest. “Do what is necessary.”
You didn’t even have time to steady yourself before the hands were on you again.
–
After that, everything blurred.
You were moved from place to place without explanation, more cold rooms, more white walls. Unfamiliar technology pressed against your skin. Your knee injured only moments before was healed in seconds by something you couldn’t comprehend.
No one spoke to you unless necessary and no one looked at you for long.
When they did, it was the same every time-detached, clinical, as if you were something to be examined, not someone to be acknowledged really.
Days passed… you think, you were fed-if it could be called that, the food was tasteless, textureless, barely distinguishable from paste but just enough to keep you alive. Nothing more.
That was all you were here for, to be kept alive, to be used.
And at night-
At night, it was worse.
You weren’t given a room, no you were placed in Thragg’s quarters.
Not with him, not always but close enough that his presence was inescapable. It lingered in the silence, in the vastness of the space, in the constant awareness that you were never truly alone and you cried yourself to sleep more times than you could count quietly, carefully and you learned quickly not to make noise.
And every time, your mind reached for the same thing.
Mark, his face, his voice gentle and soothing like waters on the shore and the way he used to say your name like it mattered. Like you mattered, you clung to those memories desperately, replaying them over and over until they blurred at the edges because you were afraid that you’ll forget, you don’t know how long you have here, would you even be rescued?
No. How can you be rescued? Who would even stand a chance against Thragg of all people, Mark couldn’t do it, no one could-
You were going to rot here, and the realization was too horrifying to bear so sometimes you tried to pretend you were still there. This wasn’t real, that you’d wake up and everything would snap back into place, into Mark’s arms again, in his familiar bed, him holding you whispering words of comfort, your old life too, maybe hugging your family again, having tea with Debbie in her house-
Just anything to remind you that you were still home even if you weren’t.
Sometimes you almost believed it too, other times, you let yourself drift.
Anywhere but here.
Anywhere but Viltrum.
But dreams never last for long.
“Look at me.”
The command cut cleanly through your thoughts, It wasn’t loud and it didn’t need to be and you were dragged away from your mind, it felt cruel as you now looked up facing reality before you.
The voice wasn't loud, it didn't need to be. It was a bass rumble that vibrated through the marble floor and up into the very marrow of your bones. It was a command, absolute and undeniable, spoken from the shadowed expanse of the regent's bed, and now you were here.
Where you didn’t want to be, and you wished you could be anywhere but here, you wished you were with Mark, him holding you like it’s gonna be okay, you wish you could be at home with your parents, you didn’t want this.
You forced your eyes up, away from your own bare feet on the cold stone, and past the sheer, silvery fabric of the ceremonial gown that you wore, well forced to, and you wish you could take it off, and past the towering, muscular form of Thragg, Regent of the Viltrumite Empire, who stood between you and the bed, illuminated by the harsh light of twin moons streaming through the arched window, perhaps the sky would’ve been beautiful tonight, but it wasn’t not for a day like this.
Because today was the day, the day you are forced to do your ‘duty’
His arms were crossed over a chest that looked carved from granite, his expression was… assessing, not cruel, not kind, utterly pragmatic, just like a farmer inspecting a new piece of livestock, which that’s what you were.
"You understand your purpose here," he stated, his tone flat and devoid of emotion.
Your throat was too dry to speak and you managed a shaky nod, the thought, which had been a screaming storm in your head for weeks, was now just a cold, hard pebble in your gut.
That you didn’t have a choice here, you didn’t have a say.
And now you have to give a piece of yourself to a man, the same piece of yourself you gave to Mark those nights ago, something intimate and sacred between the two of you will now be ripped away.
"Good, then remove that."
He nodded at the gown, and your fingers, trembling and cold, hesitantly went to the single clasp at your shoulder, and the fabric slithered down your body in a silent heap, leaving you exposed in the vast chamber and the air was cool on your skin, raising goosebumps, you wrapped your arms around yourself and your pupils dropped down.
"Arms at your sides."
You flinched, but obeyed, letting your arms fall felt like surrendering the last shred of a shield you never really had, and you now stood there, naked before a man who could crack a planet with his fists, feeling smaller and more fragile than you ever had in your life.
And the worst part is you couldn’t even stop it if you wanted to, because if you tried you would die.
All you can do now is stand here helplessly as he now can have his way with you.
Thragg took a single step forward and the distance between you vanished. He didn't smell of sweat or steel, but of something clean and sharp.
And his hand, large enough to cradle your entire skull, came up and you braced for a rough grip, but his fingers merely brushed your cheek, tipping your face further up toward his, his eyes, dark and fathomless with no mercy, scanned your features briefly
"I will take pleasure in taking what is his." he murmured, almost to himself and the words made your skin crawl. “and you will bear my offspring, over and over again as much as I want." the implication of his words sent a chill down your spin, and your lips trembled, and you shook, you couldn’t speak and your eyes shut in guilt and shame and the anticipation of what’s going to happen to you now, on this night and his thumb stroked once over your cheekbone, the touch was startling in its lack of violence. It was possessive, not affectionate. The touch of a man confirming the quality of his property, as if he already knew you were his.
"The Empire needs strength, pure strength," he continued, his voice a low drone that filled the room. "Our numbers are few and your… compatibility… is a tool, you will be the vessel for that strength, tonight, and many nights after, that is your only function now. Do you understand wife?"
Wife. A title that should have held love, but it wasn’t, once, you dreamed of walking toward a man who would cherish you, that word should have been warmth, should have been light, now it rotted inside you, filling every hollow space with dread, with hopelessness, with a suffocating, endless despair.
Tears welled, hot and shameful, you hated this, you bit the inside of your cheek until you tasted copper, forcing them back. The words stripped you of everything you were Mark’s girlfriend, a college student, a person with dreams, a person that had a family, one that didn’t involve being bred like an animal on an alien world.
"Yes…" you whispered shakily out of fear, the sound barely audible.
A faint, almost imperceptible nod. "Then we begin."
His hands moved to your waist and they were shockingly warm, his palms rough with callouses earned from years of combat and rule and he lifted you as if you weighed nothing, your feet leaving the floor, and placed you in the center of the enormous firm bed. The sheets were a dark, silken material, cool against your back.
He towered above you, his massive frame blocking out the silvery moonlight, casting you in his unyielding shadow, without any flourish or hesitation, he stripped away his armor-each piece clattering to the ground with deliberate intent, revealing the raw power of his sculpted body. There he stood before you, utterly naked, his thick cock already hardening, veins pulsing along its length as it jutted out aggressively, ready to dominate.
Your breath hitched.
Thragg was pure, his body was a monument to Viltrumite ideal, his impossibly broad shoulders, a chest layered with dense muscle, a stomach ridged like carved stone and between his powerful thighs, his cock was already fully erect.
It was thick, long, and prominently veined... a fresh wave of dizzying fear washed through you. That… that is supposed to go inside you.
“I-” your lips parted in shock and uncertainty.
He saw your wide-eyed stare, he didn’t let you finish. “Your body will adapt," he said, as if commenting on something mundane.
"It has no choice." Then he lowered himself, not on top of you, but beside you and one massive arm slid beneath your shoulders, pulling you halfway onto his chest. The other hand returned to your face, his thumb brushing your lower lip. "You are tense, fear serves no purpose, you will take me." and you shakily nodded,
His proximity, it was so suffocating and intimidating you felt the heat radiating from him, the sheer power held in check, was overwhelming.
"Breathe," he commanded.
You sucked in a ragged breath, your eyes pooling with tears at the realization of what’s going to happen to you and you try not to think about it, a deep pit growing in your stomach.
You didn’t have a choice.
"Good."
His head dipped. You stiffened and you felt his lips met the frantic pulse at the base of your throat, they were firm, warm. He didn't kiss so much as he tasted, his mouth moving slowly down the column of your throat, over your collarbone, and your body trembled, you tried to still, to not move, to not resist, your heart was pounding and he could feel it.
His hand left your face and cupped your breast. His touch was firm, encompassing the entire soft mound, his thumb circling your nipple and it peaked instantly under his attention, a traitorous response you couldn't control, you tilted your head in the pillows, slowly surrendering to his touch, and he moved lower, his lips and tongue charting a slow, deliberate path down your sternum, over the curve of your breast. He took the tight peak of your nipple into his mouth.
You gasped.
You felt his tongue flattening against the sensitive bud, suckling it with perfect, controlled pressure. A bolt of pure, sharp pleasure shot from your nipple straight to your core, making your hips jerk slightly. A small unwanted pathetic sound escaped you.
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same thorough, devastating attention. His hand slid down over the dip of your waist, coming to rest on your hip. His grip was solid, anchoring you. The duality was confusing-his mouth wreaking slow, sensual havoc, his hand holding you in place with undeniable strength.
Then he moved again, shifting his body down the bed. He pushed your thighs apart with his shoulders, his hands gripping the tops of your legs. You were completely open to him.
"Wh-what are you…?" you stammered, your eyes shooting down to look at him frantically.
He didn’t answer, his voice now a husky growl from between your thighs and then his mouth was on you.
You cried out, back arching off the bed, the worst part it was so intimate, so shockingly vulnerable. His tongue was broad and hot and he didn't start gently. He licked a firm, slow stripe from your entrance all the way up to your clit, and you saw stars.
Oh fuck
He mapped you with his tongue, learning every fold, every hidden spot. He circled your entrance, pressing inside just enough to make you clench around nothing, before moving back up to focus on your clit, and your hips twitched, but his hands held them down with an iron grip.
He pressed the flat of his tongue against the bundle of nerves and applied a steady, relentless pressure, moving in slow, tight circles.
Pleasure, hot and the sensation began to build in your belly, and you couldn’t help it, a knot tightening with every flick of his tongue.
Your fingers twisted in the dark sheets. Your earlier fear was being drowned out by a rising tide of pure sensation. You tried to hold back, to stay detached, to not want this, but your body was betraying you utterly. Soft, broken whimpers fell from your lips.
He grunted, a sound of approval that vibrated through your very center. One of his hands left your thigh and slid beneath you, his big palms cupping your ass, lifting you closer to his mouth and he devoured you. The pace of his tongue increased, the circles becoming faster, more precise. The knot in your belly pulled, tighter, tighter…
"mm…please…" you begged, your voice so high and needy without you knowing it, not even knowing what you were asking for, he gave it to you. He sealed his lips over your clit and sucked, hard, while his tongue lashed against it.
The orgasm ripped through you with shocking violence, white light flashed behind your eyes. Your body bowed off the bed, held aloft only by his big hand under your back and his mouth between your legs.
A raw, guttural scream was torn from your throat as the pleasure convulsed through you, wave after wave after wave, milking every drop of sensation until you were limp and trembling, gasping for air, and slowly, he released you, lowering you back to the sheets. He rose up over you again, his face glistening with your arousal. His expression darkened as his eyes looked all over your body that he already claimed you and your body reacted as if it was his.
Your body was already responding to his touch, as if your body was craving it, and he will make your body submit to his will for he owns it, he owns you.
“You belong to me.” the words left his lips satisfyingly, you were boneless, your mind floating in a hazy cloud of aftershocks. You barely registered him shifting, positioning himself between your splayed thighs. You felt the blunt, huge hot head of his cock nudge against your soaked entrance.
The reality of it crashed back in again, cutting through the pleasure haze. You tensed, a small, fearful sound escaping you, and you shook your head. Your vision blurry as you keep shaking as if it could grant you some respite, or even change this man’s mind. “..no…please-” you hiccuped tearfully, and he paused, looking down at your face. His jaw was clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek.
"Look at me," he commanded again, his voice strained.
Tears finally spilled over, tracing hot paths down your temples into your hair. But you obeyed, meeting his dark gaze, because he can easily snap your neck in half if he wanted to and it wouldn't be the greatest way to go,
"Your body has accepted its purpose," he said, each word precise. "Now, your mind will follow."
He didn't ask for permission, oh he didn't need to, for he took you from earth and now you were his prize, he can’t wait if he ever saw that boy’s face again, the boy’s face full of distraught knowing that he has claimed you and you will now bear his children.
He pushed forward.
The burn was instant, sharp, a stretching fullness you were utterly unprepared for. You cried out, a sharp sound of pain, and your nails dug into the hard planes of his shoulders. He stopped immediately, buried only an inch or so inside you and his body was a rigid statue above you, trembling with the effort of holding still.
"Breathe through it," he gritted out, his own breath hot against your cheek. "It will pass."
You sucked in shuddering breaths, tears flowing freely, The initial sting began to recede, replaced by a deep, profound feeling of being filled, stretched, occupied inside you, impossibly hard and hot. You could feel every thick inch of him, every prominent vein.
“Wait-” You sobbed out, your eyes fluttering shut at the intense feeling of being so full, and maybe one more pathetic plea, an attempt to beg him not to do this-but your words fall deaf and in vain.
Slowly, with care that seemed at odds with his brutal nature, he began to move. He withdrew almost completely, the tip sliding out feeling it near your folds then sinking back in, a little deeper this time and the friction was exquisite, a blend of lingering discomfort and shocking pleasure that made you gasp, your eyes helplessly rolling back in your head as he set a slow, relentless rhythm, each thrust taking him deeper, stretching your folds further, until he was fully sheathed, his hips flush against yours.
A low, guttural groan tore from his chest. "Finally."
You let out a pained nose, more tears streaking down your face, god Mark…
You were so sorry, images of Mark’s face full of horror, his eyes full of pain, he would look torn if he could see you right now and eventually what would become of you, shame coiled through your stomach, But even against your will, thoughts of him began to drift away.
All your thoughts dissolved into the relentless rhythm of Thragg's thick cock slamming deep into your soaked pussy, stretching you wide with every brutal thrust, withdrawing just enough to before driving back in harder, faster.
Your walls clenching around the intrusion as juices coated his cock as he watched your face twist in pleasure, a smirk curling his lips. “See how you beg for it? Your body already belongs to me.” You stared at yourself in horror at him, too, his face gleaming with cold satisfaction, with something calculating, and the horror settling in your bones.
Because your body traitorously was responding and now the pain had melted away, transformed into a deep, building pressure and the sheer size of him was stimulating places inside you rubbing against hidden walls with every slow, powerful stroke.
Were you enjoying this… were you? Because why did it feel so-
His pace began to increase and the gentle, careful rhythm was abandoned as his control began to fray, his thrusts became harder, deeper, pounding into you with a force that shook the entire massive bed, the sound of skin slapping against skin, of his ragged breaths and your whimpering cries, filled the chamber, he drove deeper, his hips snapping until he was buried to the hilt, balls slapping against your ass.
One of his hands tangled in your hair, not pulling, but holding your head in place, forcing you to keep looking at him. The other hand gripped your hip, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises, guiding your body to meet his punishing strokes.
"You will take it all," he growled, his face a mask of fierce concentration.
"Every drop. You will carry my child, you will give the empire its future." His words slithered in your ears as a cruel looming reminder that after all that’s done, you will be bred and you will have to bear his child, but you couldn’t think coherently at all.
You didn’t want this no, but the pleasure was too much, as he was fucking you brutally and thoroughly, the wet sounds of his cock driving in and out of you, the slap of skin against skin echoed in the chambers, and your mind was full of white cotton, and foggy, incoherent.
"oh fuck..." you let out under your breath, and you felt it, this orgasm was different, deeper, less sharp but more overwhelming. It rolled inside your womb, a clenching, possessive heat that made you scream, your inner walls fluttering and gripping his invading length like a vice.
Feeling your pussy clench around his cock tipped him over the edge with a roar that seemed to shake the stones of the palace itself, Thragg drove into you one final, devastating time, hilt-deep, and held there.
You felt him pulse, the long thick ropes of his cum flooding inside you, a torrent of his seed meant to implant, to breed, to fulfill his purpose.
For a long moment, he remained buried inside you, his body heavy atop yours, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. The only sounds were your combined panting and the slow drip of his fluids onto silk, the evidence of what was done to you.
And what could never be taken back.
Slowly, he lifted his head. He looked down at where your bodies were joined, at the evidence of his release already leaking out around his still-hard cock. A look of primal satisfaction settled on his features, and you cried, wailing in the bed uncontrollably.
Now, only his heavy breathing remained ragged and loud while your cries echoed hollowly through the room.
He withdrew from you, the sensation making you whimper, He didn't go far. He lay on his side, pulling you against him, your back to his chest. One heavy arm draped over your waist, his hand splayed possessively over your lower belly, his face tucked in your neck as you wept.
"You are forever mine." he murmured into your hair, his voice already thick with renewed intent.
He felt victorious that night, he has branded you with his seed, now in your womb and you shall bear his child.
Invincible may have not been dead.
But he took what was dear from him,
You.
Something he could never get back.
And he could try-over and over again.
Fight, bleed, crawl his way back to you if he had to.
But it wouldn’t matter.
Because Thragg wouldn’t allow it.
Not after seeing how much you meant to him, not after realizing just how easy it was to break him, and to break you.
You will forever be chained to his side-not just in body, but in fate.
Speaking of hand kisses, those hand kisses will Very quickly lead to wrist/arm bites for which I am very here for 🫠🫠 (I got deep seated veins, he gotta bite harder 🤭🤭)
He'll insist on you sitting between his legs, your back to his chest. To keep you comfortable & stable of course 🥰🥰
ANON!!! AA!!!!
He picked you out special, for Abigail.
It was always easier to get blood from the willing, or indentured. Not that the crime lord had issues feasting in more gruesome ways, but he'd found over the centuries that keeping a pliant blood-bag on staff was a useful precaution.
After the shit show with Lambert and Joey, he'd been much more attentive to his darling girl. You were a volunteer at studio where she did her dance training, and she'd always spoken so highly of you. He felt a fool, to have dismissed and ignored his precious spawn's words for so long - not only because he realized how much he neglected her, but because when he saw you he understood. You were special, he could tell right away.
And so, quickly after your first meeting, you found yourself at the mansion - initially under the pretense of private dance tutoring, but your role as walking blood-on-tap source was soon revealed.
You'd read Dracula, you knew vampire lore - but when you suggested that he considered you some sort of Renfield-esque familiar, the Lazaar patriarch laughed in your face. It was ridiculous a ridiculous notion, to him, but he realized that he was going down the same path of miscommunication he'd gone down with Abigail, and he couldn't risk that.
So that evening, when he summoned you to his office, he sat on his chaise by a crackling fire. He held a hand out to you, beckoning - not that you had room to disobey. You placed your hand, feather light, in his. He gripped you, not painfully but with far more intent than you had, and pulled you - making you shuffle until you stood between his spread out legs. His eyes locked on yours as he pressed a kiss to your hand. He often did this, and it sent your heart fluttering every time, which was annoying on its own - only to add on the fact that you knew he could hear your heartbeat, that he could hear you react to him. And you could feel him react to you, when a grin stretched his lips still pressed to your skin.
But, he didn't bite you.
"Please," he said - he always said, even though you were sure he never genuinely offered you a choice, it still felt like it was important to him to say it, if only for the appearance of gentlemanly manners.
Never the less, you let his hand guide you where he wished. You tried to suppress your sharp inhale of shock as he sat you on his thigh.
He looked at you, mesmerizingly inhuman eyes drifting down to your (... neck? No,) lips. You're ready, then, for him to finally feed, but instead he moved you further. Still holding your hand, he guided you off his lap to sit on the edge of the chair between his legs, pulling you back against his chest. You felt the weight of chin casually resting on your shoulder - a subconscious part of you anticipating hearing his breath ghost your ear, even though you knew he didn't draw breath.
He still was holding your hand.
His free arm wrapped itself around your waist, holding you against him. His thumb drew circles at your hip over your clothes, and the intimate, gentle gesture made you jump. The skip in your heart, and racing of your blood made him quietly growl, so low it came out as an almost soothing rumble in your ear.
Your hand, fingers laced in his, was brought backwards. Your arm carefully and slowly bending as he led it to his mouth.
His lips pressed against the back of your hand yet again. And again. And again. Then he went to the knuckle on each finger and did the same, dotting your hand in deceivingly innocent and slowly doled out affections. He finally turned your hand around, and pressed more kisses to your palm, to the tips of your fingers, along the length of your arm up to the inside of your wrist. When he finally reached there (where he always went, and you always knew he would go) you couldn't help the hitch in your breath, waiting for all this overabundant, overwhelming affection to end.
But still, no teeth - just more cold, dead, gentle kisses. Just him smiling once more against your skin as he felt your shock, taking in all of your body's reactions.
"Relax," he murmured, in a way that sounded too firm to be a suggestion, but too amused to be born of irritation. "Lean on me,"
The arm around your waist tightened, pleasantly. Its hand began to slowly move up towards your chest.
"If this is how you are after a few simple affections, I can't have you falling apart before we reach the main event, darling."
He always called you that. But,something about tonight had it sending your head in a spin.
You felt his teeth graze your flesh, a tease at your wrist that had you instinctively pushing your wrist up to meet him. Encourage him. He chuckled, and you felt the rumbled against your back.
His teeth finally pierced your skin, and he watches from the corner of his eye as your head instantly rolls back - falling against his shoulder - and you let out a whine.
You've always known about the monster in your neighbor's barn. You first discovered it when you went over to look at the new kittens. Your neighbors were very wealthy but kind, and they had a son with whom you sometimes played. Most of the time, though, you were there for the animals. Their property was massive, and the cows, chickens, and horses they kept drew you in like a moth to a flame.
One afternoon you were in the hayloft, cooing over the cat and her new litter of tiny fuzzy, kittens, when something moved off to the side. It was just dark enough in the hayloft that the shadowy corners could hold anything in them, but you'd never been afraid of the dark in here. You went over, thinking you'd find another cat.
Instead, you discovered a small, person-shaped lump wrapped in scraps of cloth. You nudged it with your foot and it moved. Something between a paw and a hand grasped at your ankle. That was enough to startle you, especially when you felt the sharp tip of a claw scrape your skin. You left the barn and ran up to your neighbor's house, where the housekeeper caught you by the shoulders before you could go inside.
"No outdoor shoes in the house, remember?" She said.
"There's a creature in the barn!" You announced, and she sighed.
"Yes, we know. Did he hurt you?"
"Not intentionally," you replied, glancing down at the thin scratch on your ankle.
"Good," she said. "Then leave him be."
"What is he?" You questioned.
"A stray," she replied. "Why don't you head on home? It's about time for dinner and your mother will be wondering where you are. Don't forget to put a band-aid on that scratch!"
You went home and for once in your young life, you decided not to tell your parents about your exciting new discovery. Instead, you went to the barn again the next morning, shivering from the cold as you clambered into the hayloft. The barn cat watched you calmly from her nest as you searched the shadows for the creature. The stray, as the housekeeper had called it.
You found him hunched in the corner with feathers stuck to his face. You could see him better today, and he looked somewhat human. He had soft cheeks and wide eyes, with sickly-pale skin and pockets of dirt under his claws. Two small stubs protruded from his hair, and there was a symbol of a flame on his forehead.
"Did you eat a chicken?" You asked, fascinated as you eyed the feathers.
He shook his head.
"A pigeon, maybe? There are always plenty in the rafters. Well, I thought you'd be hungry, so I brought some food!" You held out your offering of a peanut butter sandwich and two hard-boiled eggs.
He nibbled on the sandwich before discarding it, and then tried to eat the egg with the shell still on. You showed him how to peel it, and he sat and ate with wide eyes.
"So you like eggs?" You said with a laugh.
He held the other egg out to you and you peeled that one too, patting him on the head.
"You're kind of like a cat, so maybe it's good for you to stay here," you said. "It's always warm in the barn, even in the winter!"
You visited him multiple times after that, as much as you dared before your mother started asking questions. Life was simple but it was good, until one day, your parents made the decision to separate. Your mother moved with you to live somewhere far away. You remembered the barn and the kittens and your strange friend for a couple of years, but with time your memories blended together and it all began to feel like a fever dream.
Many years have passed, and you're finally back in the town you grew up in. Your father is getting older and has no one to rely on, so you told him you'd move back in. Of course, he tried to get you to change your mind, pointing out that the town was small and there was hardly anything to do. But, that's exactly what you want. Peace and quiet, and time away from the stress and hustle of the city.
You boil some eggs while you unpack and then make a beeline for your neighbor's barn, hoping your old friend is still there. The chickens crowd around for some corn, but you ignore them. You don't have anything for them anyway. The barn cat is gone but some of her kittens are still around, though they seem more feral than anything, running off the minute they see you. The barn is quiet, and the air is stale when you push the doors open and step inside.
"Is anyone in here? Hello–"
A figure drops from the rafters, landing with a thump in front of you and growling softly. It's him. He's still dressed in those same scraps of cloth, though they're faded and much smaller on his frame. He's taller than you now, dark-eyed and intimidating. His horns are no longer stubs. Now they curve back, framing his head like a crown. His claws have also grown, and he can definitely do much more damage than a mere scratch or two. He looms over you, backing you into a corner and waiting for the fear to kick in. He doesn't seem to recognize you, but you still remember him, and you're not afraid.
You hold up the plastic bag with four boiled eggs. He tilts his head and stares for a long moment before crouching and yanking your shoe off. At first you have no idea what he's doing, and then you realize he's looking for the scar. It's faint, but it's still there.
"It's me," you say.
He tugs on your hand, dragging you down to his level and practically throwing himself into your arms, purring loudly. His weight nearly bowls you over. You laugh and hug him, patting him on the head as you admire his horns. After a moment he pulls away and rips open the plastic bag, taking out an egg and holding it out to you. With a smile, you crack it open and begin peeling.
I always forget there are maga people on tumblr, this doesn’t feel like a website you’d find them on, so to keep them away:
Reblog if your blog is a maga free zone because if it wasn’t clear enough fuck ice, fuck maga, fuck Trump, Fuck Rowling, and fuck all the other bigots I missed
─── masterlist. being BRUCE WAYNE’S needy wife, who always clings to him. who always seeks his presence, the safety he provides. when you wake up alone in the middle of the night, wrapped around silk sheets, cold and you think, suddenly: you’re too needy, aren’t you? you want him all the time. but your husband always indulges you, your neediness is something he finds endearing.
harsh rain slams against the windows and you shiver, fingers hugged around the blanket, tugged close to your chest. bruce is gone again. the batcave is a place of obsessive retreat. most nights, he never returns and many nights he doesn’t sleep at all.
you drag your slippers across the wayne manor floors into the kitchen, soft blanket plush laid on your shoulders. you’ll make him so tea and find your way to the batcave. you wouldn’t bother alfred with such simple tasks. besides, there is something intrinsically intimate about this. you, under the warm kitchen lights on a rainy night. bruce’s absence fills your heart with heavy longing and you think of him, making him a warm cup of tea.
but you love him, and this love of yours translates in every single thing that you do for him. such as making tea. which oddly enough, is simple. you replace his usual earl grey with dried fruit and flowers sunk in the hot water, sweet and perfect. you grab a bunch of biscuits from the counter top and you leave, sluggish steps across the hallway until the secret elevator that takes you to the batcave.
it doesn’t take you long to get there. he sits still in front of the batcomputer, still in his batsuit, mask and gloves off, muscles pulse strong under the compression of his suit. in all seriousness, his handsomeness always prevails, no matter how much he ages.
it’s been 48 hours since he last slept and you can see it in the violet circles resting under his eyes. it’s something he has accustomed himself to.
when you hop in his lap, your husband accepts it wordlessly. bruce wouldn’t deny you the pleasure of being in his arms like this. and you rest, with your face safe in the nape of his neck; your lips and nose meet his warm skin and slight stubble, the scent of him wrapped around you familiarly, tenderly. everything about is manly. it’s bruce, it’s obsessively clean. it’s home. your forever home.
echoes of silence sing in the depths of the cave, yet you don’t feel the need to speak and neither does bruce. the silence is so deeply comfortable. the steady rythm of his breath on top of your head, it’s grounding and you feel safe, protected. his craddle is tender, it keeps you aloft. it’s the hug of a man who feels you like he hasn’t held properly you in a long, long time, with big, muscular arms wrapped tightly around your body.
you tell bruce that you miss him. he misses you too. you talk, maybe too much, as sleepy as you are, but he listens, he loves you silently.
“come upstairs, bruce, i’m cold.”
“so, so cold.” he tilts your chin up, his eyes seek yours and you finally see it. the i’m sorry. i’m sorry for being gone for so long. his lips press against yours in a kiss, which soft and slow, still intoxicates you with more longing and ache. you ground him just as much as he grounds you.
the tension grows bigger, more difficult to handle. with you in arms, his wife, so beautiful and precious, he could stay like this for days. forever. bruce’s hand wander, seeking for a reaction out of you. a whimper, a moan, a soft spot. he knows where to touch you, each and every inch of your skin. he knows how to make those pretty lips sing in his ear. that look in your eyes, he recognizes it, so he doesn’t wait any longer.
he presses two fingers inside your mouth and you swirl your tongue around them for barely a few seconds before he takes them out and his hand slips under your pajama shorts. the first stretch is heavenly and your pussy walls tighten on instinct around his thick fingers. he pushes further and you whimper in his mouth so sweetly.
he keeps the rythm slow and steady, helping you accustom to his fingers coaxing the greedy walls of your pussy. enough to ease you into wanting more, enough to build up pleasure. he knows exactly how to treat your needy body and you want more.
you look so nervous biting down your lower lip and holding in little whimpers, shaky legs trying to shut in utter pleasure. his other is hand preoccupied by your soft tits, playing with and twitching your nipples between his fingers. his hungry mouth finds one of your boobs a soft mmm escapes you he sucks onto your nipple and your trembling legs spread wider. “right there, yes, mmm!”
you cling so hard onto him, one arm around his neck. your pussy moulds perfectly around his fingers, tight and wet and he can tell it’s been missing his touch so much. he ought to take care of it. you moan against his mouth, hazed out, hips rolling mindlessly against the two fingers he’s buried inside you.
“bruce, i miss you! i… love you…”
“i love you too. forgive me, honey.”
you forgive him when you come on his fingers with his name on your lips, filling every inch of emptiness inside the batcave.
summary: who would have known Batman was in love with Bruce Wayne’s wife?
warnings: full +18 content. minors do not interact, please.
notes: hello, hello, my dear readers!! sooo, as you see i thought we could explore miss Ivy’s mischief and i thought why i am not creating chaos in the Gotham elite??? ughhh, here we go with this!! and secondly, if you’d want a small continuation to this, to Gotham’s forevermore legend about the Dark Knight’s forbidden love, i can handle it — just let me know!!! anyways, enjoy, my darlings and i’m seven/twenty-four open to your imagination!!! kiss, kiss!!! ♡
It was supposed to be a normal night for you. You were all dolled up and looking lovelier than ever for the invitation to a spectacular opera performance in the Gotham Opera House amidst October days.
As Bruce’s young and beloved wife, you were the one who represented your husband’s last name. Bruce was extraordinarily busy in the cave for the last six hours, working on something when you earned a sweet kiss from his lips. He was sharpening his detective skills in the last two weeks, too busy to heed the social nights of Gotham. He preferred you to go enjoy his service of privileges while he enjoyed you mainly after the patrols exhaustedly and in the warm, cuddly mornings. Nevertheless, here you were, in your midnight-blue velvet dress with your diamond earrings under his last name for the night.
It was quite thrilling for you; as you loved to relish the art, literature, and music which Bruce’s privileges blessed you in that sense. You were in your private box, watching the stage with great interest as some peculiarity in the air was unknown to you. Honestly, it was unknown to anyone in the theatre, but still. You remember your brief gaze, in the middle of the extraordinary performance, on the greenery around the intricate corner of the stage in those brief seconds. They looked so alive and glowing with color, which made you wonder how they were made to seem too alive for an item. Your eyes stayed on them before returning to the performer on the stage.
The reason why the ivies were carved in your mind heavily was that the next moments occurred. Your lovely eyes under the dim light caught the bizarre scene of the performer’s sudden hiatus with his hazy-looking eyes. For the minutes, he was quiet, and then instantly his legs gave away to the floor.
Everyone, including you, was stunned at the moment, wondering if this was part of the performance or if there was an actual emergency. As the scene on the stage progressed, the performer started to call someone’s name with a clogged-throaty voice — very lasciviously. The audience was left with gasps and confusion as you tried to make sense. The man on the stage was looking high and mad in something, constantly exhaling and calling out for a person named ‘Oliver’. He started to crawl on his knees towards the audience, his eyes blinking through the haze he was in to search for the person he was howling for. For the well-extended seconds of this peculiar chaos, the guards of the theatre appeared to fetch him. But, what happened as the highlight of the night, occurred after the security arrived at the stage.
You recall the moments undoubtedly, another lustful voice amidst the crowd. Everyone was flabbergasted for seconds, in the semi-dark covered auditorium. You were on your feet, hands gripping the wooden balustrade under your palms with your timid eyes on the scene under your box. The hall was hysterical, with guards trying to prevent the performer from howling and crawling and another socialite in the obscured corner was frenzied just like the performer in your stare. You still do not know how she appeared — from where, but as soon as you heard her voice, except for the frenzied people, there was a silence.
“Oh my,” Her voice came from the edge of the obscured hall along in the next seconds with her form. “What a wonderful performance for the night.”
Your stare found her elegant gait from the darkness to the light, revealing her red, voluminous hair detailed with her green ivies — the glowing greenery you saw intricately around the stage urging itself to reach her like she was Mother Nature herself. She was so pretty, beaming with her honey-dripped wickedness in her small suit as she strode with her ivies.
You had heard about her and her delirious reputation from the news of Gotham and your Bruce. But you had never seen her with your bare eyes until that night. She was hectic as they preached about with her lively, wild weeds.
“I really wish to stay but I need a gentleman from the crowd,” she spoke in the stunned silence. Her weed started to crawl through every inch of the hall, including your box like the vineyard. You hastily pulled your hands to yourself, your apprehensive eyes returning to her form. “Just give him to me and maybe, I can let some of you go.”
“Don’t move!”
One of the security guards shouted as he aimed his gun at her along with his teammates. There were three of them, nonetheless, they seemed inexperienced in the field. Since when has any freak of Gotham dared to intrude on the highest? Gothamite elites were a different breed when it came to money and power — the majority of them under the siege of the Owls. So, it was understandable that the only guards of the Opera were there for formalities or small actions.
Ivy let out a surprised laugh which was laced with slight irritation. Anyone who could pay heavy attention can distinguish that she was in a urgency to get who she wanted. As if she were slightly more anxious than you, yet still vexed in her motives. No one could judge her, especially when the Bat was in the nights of Gotham. But, no one paid attention and she did what she was good at the moment.
A few bullets were sent through the air in an amateur way which encountered the thick ivies to protect their mother. From the instant gunshots, the crowd was frenzied and petrified again that everyone started to run and find an escape. You remember the instant of backing away unconsciously to the small part of the box where it was linked to the stairs and then to the corridor.
You did not see Ivy and her ferocious skills when you were trying to find guidance to escape the hall along with the other guests. Poison Ivy had easily taken down the few security guards and was now looking for the person she was there in the first place. The small number of the crowd escaped but the majority of you were stuck in the hall due to the heavy, weird-smelling, toxin-filled weed gluing to the entrance to prevent any getaway or vice versa.
“I said I’m looking for a gentleman.” she clicked her tongue, her green eyes looking through the crowd in the dim light. “So, give him to me. I won't repeat my words.”
You were in the obscured corner near the door that was linked to the stairs you descended from your box. Your petrified mind was wandering over and over again to find a way to escape or another way of contacting — your husband. The crowd was dead silent at the example of how Ivy treated the people who tried to defy her wish — one poor man intoxicated was on the floor, fainted from the unfulfilled sinful yearning, and the other poor security guards were on the floor as well. Ivy did not have any tolerance for the actions aimed at her and now, she was seething in a calm way.
She tried to utter any word before he appeared. One lightning speed of Batrang flew from the darkness and cut her thin weed on the floor, causing her to hiss in pain. Your eyes along with the crowd of elites found his form in the semi-dark corner as he was there in his glory and power.
You still don’t know where he came from to the hall that night, when the antique walls were covered in concrete under the tints, and the main door was covered with Ivy’s weeds.
He was silent as he watched the scene in front of him. Ivy’s denser weeds flew to catch him but he was experienced in the actions to avoid them. You stared at how Batman deftly evaded the thick greens in the next few seconds, trying to tarnish them prominently. As he tore them with his Batrangs, Ivy let out the sounds of hissing or wailing as her beloved children were damaged by the Bat.
“You fool!” she howled at the injuries, her skin flushed with the peculiar color and sweat. His motives must have injured and infuriated her more and more as Bruce did what he was good at. He was too good at that it jinxed him as he was almost there to corner her.
Almost.
Your fearful eyes caught his form enwrapped by the weeds in the last seconds. You could’ve sworn you had felt your thudding heart was almost about to break your ribcage as the ivies surrounded him. Your heart was beating excessively at the scene, as if it were beating in your ears, too, to deter you from hearing any voice but your thudding heart and Batman slicing the plants.
Batman was observant in those seconds as he assessed his next move from the weeds. He somehow successfully attempted to evade one thick weed as it flew to him but he missed the other one from behind. The crowd was crazy as you watched how the only hope of getting out of this madness was strangled by the green for a few seconds before the weed let him to his feet.
Then, the strangeness had happened right in the velocity. The weed did not usher to wrap itself fully and withdraw itself after the seconds of choking him. Batman held himself for the momentum before he started to limp oddly and fell on his knees with gritted teeth. You were speechless like everyone else, your thudding heart and your Bruce in the weirdest way.
“You are a hell of a ride,” Ivy muttered irritated and maimed as she watched the calmed Bat. As well as she was injured, she was still on her feet despite your Bruce. “But I came prepared from the last time we met.” she added with the wicked hint in her tone.
Your eyes were on Bruce who was breathing heavily as you could clearly see how he was trying to suppress his exhilaration. His head was bowed toward the floor, hands on the sides of his thighs to be pressed to the material for support but to no avail. The sensation was burning but quite a familiar sense in his veins as his blood rushed rashly, leaving him breathless and dizzy with something. He started to feel the hardness of his length forming in his suit as the symptoms of poison, forcing him to be needy second by second. He slightly raised his head to the semi-dark hall with the people gaping at him with fear and concern, his concealed blue eyes narrowed to find.
To find.
“Hmm,” Ivy drawled her voice as she tried to come closer to him but she halted when she saw how the Bat was focused on one spot after the desperate urgency in his eyes to find his dearest in the sombre corner. Everyone in the auditorium was concentrated on him but he was only looking at the exact spot you were on.
You were stunned by his cowl-covered, angled face. You couldn't see his eyes in those moments but you could easily tell by how he was tensing his jaw, his sharp jawline was detailed by the usual small vein under his ear. You two stared at each other before he couldn't keep himself anymore and attempted to stand up. It was struggling for him but he managed since his Sun was there. Your breath caught in your throat as he stumbled to the corner you were at. You did not know why he was in this state, unaware of the fact to Ivy’s aphrodisiac weeds. But you were no fool that he was on something to be in this state.
Everyone watched the seconds of how he stumbled in his steps with helpless self-restraint and you all watched how he couldn't dare to stand face to face with you when he was closer enough, as he went on his knees right in front of you. Your bewildered lovely eyes that Bruce adored insanely were on him while his face was angled up at you. You felt his hands around your waist instantly as he pulled you to him, burying his face in your stomach. He kept half of his face there, suit-covered arms tight around you as if he was terrified that you’d be an illusion. As if his beloved girl would be the trick of his mind since the beginning.
You felt his tense breathing as he stayed just like that, shocking everyone that why Batman was on his knees for someone else’s wife.
Bruce Wayne’s wife.
“My love,” he muttered to the fabric unwillingly, letting his voice slightly thin into your husband’s from the symptoms of toxin in the dead silence. “My darling.” he went on as he swallowed his control, his throat dry but his heart too full.
The fear and confusion were in your reeling mind as he was in that position, inhaling you in through the thin layer of your midnight-blue dress. You saw how he was still muttering his endearments, just how he was utterly restraining himself from doing something outlandish and uncovering his identity. Your beautiful eyes found his masked eyes once again as he solely gazed up at you as declaring you his sole deity — his beloved Goddess. You couldn’t bear it anymore before your hands went around his shoulders to soothe him down.
He sighed like a man in love — that he was — as your palm was pressed to the back of his cowl to keep him buried to you. He softly kissed your stomach then, letting his face concealed as he mumbled your name to the cloth. As long as his devoted motives made your chest bloom wholly, it was still a hazard to both of you. You did not know what to think, to bring him to the state of his normal mind. If he was in this weak state, you were supposed to do something. You’d never let him be unaccompanied by your support in every sense, now including this one. You composed yourself and carefully created a sight for all spectators, that you were just clueless about the strange motives of the Bat.
“Oh my,” said Ivy delightfully but awestruck just as everyone else. “Look what we have here. Are we witnessing a confession?”
Bruce was just drawing breath heedlessly, his hazy mind was covered in hunger and you, to mind Ivy’s taunting. Your eyes found Ivy’s glinting green eyes on you, along with the crowd. You kept your innocent facade as you painted like you had no idea about what was going on in every sense. But you were so sure that you caught some suspicion in her gaze. Ivy stared at you for more than the minutes, then muttered your name.
“Mrs. Wayne,” she let her weeds slowly reach for you. You unconsciously pressed Bruce to yourself like shielding him as he was heavy on his knees to make any attempt to fight against. The ivies were around you but they never had time to touch you as they did to Bruce, dangerously close. You were so frightened at the indication of her ivies enclosing you, that they could unleash something so severe.
“The Batman?—”
Fortunately for you and your lovefool Bat, the instant hits on the ivy-covered entrance door interrupted her vision.
“Open the door!”
“GCPD!”
The muffled voices of the police officers and familiar Commissioner Gordon were behind the door to your and everyone’s rescue. Ivy cursed under her breath and withdrew her trailing plants immediately for her own escape but not fully until she broke the one ceiling window to leave the scene. You reminisce about those seconds just like pure chaos as the majority of all were uproar to finally leave the madhouse while a small part of them was focused on Batman.
You didn't care about their gazes on you, hastily angling his face to look at you. “You need to leave.” you told him, ushering him to his feet. But Bruce must have been heavily intoxicated to dare to leave you, even for the mere minutes. He was looking up at you without uttering any word that made you apprehensive since if GCPD saw him in that state, they could capture him right there — even though Gordon was on Bruce’s side. The GCPD was not relishing in Batman and that was enough to hinder Gordon from aiding him.
You struggled in his wrapped, hefty arms but managed to get on your knees, your skin against his suit-covered thighs to be close to his face. He watched you with an unreadable expression on his masked face but oh, how he wished you’d see his deliriousness from the closeness of you.
“You need to leave, Batman.”
You were so lovely in the somber light — so breathtaking, so flushed and so sweet as you were ushering him. Your opal eyes were glinting just as your diamonds, your perfume all over the air he gladly breathed. He was speechless, tensing his jaw from the heavy urge to kiss you, devour you right there as your lovely eyes pleaded with him.
“Please,” you whispered, your heart thudding madly as the door was practically opened by the help of a furious mass, the fear and nervousness at the moment.
“Please, go. They’ll catch you.”
Your hands on his shoulders barely pushed him as you ushered him. He saw the desperation in your lovely face, the same desperation in his veins to have you to himself right in those seconds. You felt the smallest angling of his face towards you before you pushed yourself back instantly. And when the breaking of the heavy, wooden door startled your apprehensive form, you pushed him this time heavily.
“Go home.” you said finally with a great force to unwrap yourself from his bruising arms. He could be in this odd condition, but he was still your Bruce and the man of discipline. You knew your Bruce, trusted him blindly that he’d do what it was needed to be done even in that state when you ushered him. That was the most you could do as you the GCPD was almost there.
“Go to your home, Batman.” you repeated earnestly one more word forcing your lovesick Bat unwillingly to leave you and the scene as he drew his grapple gun from his yellow utility belt and disappear in the next seconds. Your worried eyes caught his leaving before turning your attention to the bustling chaos.
When you were back in Manor, your mind was dizzy and lulled by the exhaustion. “Where is he?” you asked Alfred when he greeted you in the doorway as you took off your rain-soaked coat. You had been questioned with a few inquiries by GCPD before rushing to run into your home in a taxi. Normally, Alfred was supposed to get you but you knew by heart that he was overly busy on the comms to get Bruce into a rational idea about his serenade for you in front of the whole Gothamite nobility. The same Gothamites that Bruce prowled them in his first months as Caped Crusader, scaring the hell out of them on one fateful night.
“He’s not at home, Madam and he is not answering my calls, either.” he replied worriedly. You followed him to the Batcave, to the comms to reach out to him. The Batmobile’s signal was near Gotham East Docks — 45 minutes away from the Opera House but your gaze caught the latest confirmed time of his signal. It was twenty minutes behind the current time as you and Alfred saw.
“I last contacted him when he was in the Opera House. Since then, I have been following only his signal.”
God, where was he?
Bruce had developed a system that was connected to his gadgets, thus it was unlikely that you would not know where he could be. However, he could also close his system off when it was necessary. You and Alfred waited for more than fifteen mintues to see if the time would be fixed but it was futile. The signal was still on the docks and the last registration time was now thirty-three minutes before.
You were curled up on his seat, as your eyes were on the giant screen of the Batcomputer to see any updates. Alfred left you to prepare a hot drink for you since you were soaked up from the rain and now covering yourself with your arms like a kitten from the cold. The Batcave was already chill in from absence of Bruce as you were desperately waiting for his whereabouts. It was not rational to be in the city in that state and it was draining you that he was in the city.
As you shivered in your waiting, you couldn't do it anymore and reached for the comms before leaving the cave for warm clothes. You pressed the button of a specific device for communication and only met with steady static on the line.
“Bruce,” you sighed in apprehension, “Baby, please be safe and come home.”
You met with the same statistics and closed off the device to leave the cave. In the next twenty-five minutes, you were under the hot water to mend the chill in your bones. As you left the bathroom connected to the bedroom in your cotton nightgown, the room was dark, yet he was there. You froze in the doorway as your weary eyes caught his silhouette sitting on the bed through the glint of the bathroom’s light.
“Bruce?” You crossed the distance in three strides to find yourself between his legs. He instantly welcomed you into his arms as you welcomed him, wrapping them around your waist while you drew him to yourself by his neck. He sighed when he pressed his face to your belly, just like he did for the second time in the night, in the darkness of your holy room. Your fingers went through his dark, thick hair to reassure yourself that he was real in those seconds, your precious Bruce right there in your arms safely. He was peaceful, inhaling the air and your post-shower scent radiating from you with no struggle as he did in the Opera House.
“Baby?” you muttered, ushering him to talk to you. “Are you alright?” you barely murmured as your thumb caressed his temple while his face stayed buried on your cotton nightgown. He just hummed at your word, then pressed his lips on your fabric. He kissed your belly a few times before looking up at you with his hooded, blue eyes. You could see his gorgeous, still needy but serene eyes in the dull-covered room, the only light coming inside through the ajar door of the bathroom.
Your warm palm went to his cheek, his pale skin cool on your skin. You lovingly brushed his cheek while he closed his eyes at your tenderness. Your thumb caressed the darkness under his eyes, then his thick lashes as he closed his eyes.
“I.. I don't know—”
“It’s okay.” you muttered, grazing the skin under your fingertip. “It’s okay.” you whispered once as your hands went around his neck at your next move. He was exhausted, you could sense it from the tone of his voice, as you went on his level, positioning yourself in his lap. He sighed as he took you into his arms fully, letting you straddle him in your softest little nightgown and the skin still scorching after the shower. Your closeness already made him dizzy while the familiar ache started to rush through his blood. He could smell your scent fifty times more skillfully as the toxin blessed him, the same reason why he had caught you in the darkened corner when you were out of sight. He had spent his days and nights in your body to recognize you blindly — addicted to you more than anyone.
He pressed his face to your throat, inhaling you heavily. God, he sensed the heaven in your scent, it hazying and luring him to dive into you more and more. When you felt his lips, his chapped lips you loved to kiss, you pulled him more to you by the end of his hair. He groaned barely before prepping kisses to your skin.
He left gentle kisses at first, then halted his lips under your jaw to breathe in you. “I love you.” he muttered before continuing to kiss your skin, drawling as he kissed and licked.
“I love you more.” you whispered, diving your fingers into his hair. He pressed you more against his bulge in his sweatpants by your thigh, making you softly sigh as the hem of your nightgown rode up slightly. “More than I?” he asked while his mouth worked for hickeys before he pressed a kiss to the spot.
“More than I?” he asked you once more, catching your lips in the needy kiss. You let him kiss you as much as he wanted, half-sweetly, half-rushingly melt you in his mouth as you were holding him tightly with your arms around his neck. Your kisses were fervent as the seconds ran, Bruce chasing you while you were barely grinding on his hardness. He was breaking the kisses as you were breathless just as him, then kissing you again so earnestly while you were practically burning under his hands that were holding your thighs.
Ivy’s aphrodisiac had a clouding effect, since he instantly knew when you were around. It was hazying his mind with nothing but you — anything related to his lover girl. He kissed and sucked your throat, your bare shoulders detailed with the straps of your little nightgown, and your neck — his favorite place when he wanted you so close to feel or nestle other than your scorching pussy — like he couldn’t bear to stay away from you any other second.
You were just sighing at his fervour, your lashes fluttering while you were grinding on him, getting wet between your thighs. You felt his lips on your chest where it was merely covered by the fabric. He just pecked the spot over your breasts before coming back at your lips. You two kissed again, this time a bit rushed since his patience was wearing thin when you were flushed, wet in your lacy white panties and so his in his hands.
After you broke the kiss for a breath, you led him. You pressed your lips to any place you did reach at the moment — his lips, the corner of them, his chin, and then his jaw, the places that he ached for more of your lips. You kissed his throat where his Adam’s apple was, then nuzzled there with your closed eyes.
“What will we do about… him?” you murmured to his skin. He sighed, brushing a kiss on your face. “I’ll handle it.” he said, his thumb grazing under the hem of your rode-up nightgown. You opened your eyes to the semi-dark room and pressed your forehead against his.
“Would— Would you really.. kiss me there?” You brushed the words to his lips as you reminisced about the exact seconds of his face angling toward yours briefly. He kissed you longingly as a response, softening you in his tongue. Your fingers went from the back of his neck to his bare upper back, finding the scars there to linen as you two shared a kiss. They were detailed, some of them he hated ferociously until you caressed them or kissed them to show how much you adored him. He would be quiet afterwards then.
When you were breathless against each other’s lips, you whispered a “Lay down.” to him after gaining your breath. He pecked your lips before getting you two comfortable on your expensive sheets as you straddled him. His head hit the pillow while his handsome face was obscured by the darkness. Your hand went to the bedside lamp on his drawer, switching it on to see him.
The light made you flutter your lashes and him to narrow his eyes before you two gained your eyesight on each other. Your eyes found his softened but needy gaze up at your lovely face. You felt shy all of a sudden at his lovefool stare, giving him a tender smile. Bruce could’ve sworn he had never felt this in love with someone, the specific crinkling of your eyes when you smiled beautifully at him carving in his mind. His hand on your thigh went through your locks, running them between before his warm palm found your cheek. His thumb caressed your flushed skin as your eyes fluttered with your bashful smile on your lips.
You angled your face slightly to kiss his palm, then nuzzled there for seconds. You came back to Bruce’s handsome face for a few pecks on his lips, later you pressed a few more kisses on his jaw and throat. His hand found your waist as you were bent to kiss his skin. You prepped wet kisses on his neck, dragging them over and over again to get him drunk on you. He groaned when your lips found his chest. You kissed each small scar, your hands on either side of his waist. You sighed to his skin when his hand on your waist went under your thigh just like the other.
You were wet already, your nightgown was suffocating you as it clung to your scorching skin with its falling straps from your shoulders. You were flushed, warm, and your fluffy hair was creating a vision for Bruce’s half-lidded eyes as you were needy. You were just his beloved goddess at some point, so unaware of the haze you were creating in his mind in your drenched state.
You did not wait for any second before you angled the position of your thighs. You were already rubbing yourself on his pants to the point that there was a moist stain from your panties on his pants. You mewled when you withdrew yourself from the spot so sweet against your clothed pussy but easily freed him from his boxers.
He was hard already, you just guessed he must have been like this for at least more than an hour. You had only seen his bulge once just in this state — throbbing with a need and continuously swollen until you had taken care of it — when you were on your period and he had no time to touch you in between the patrols.
Your thumb slightly brushed his pre-cum stained tip as you tried to soothe him. He swallowed with a groan, unable to hold himself. His pale cheeks were all flushed like yours, the sweat dripping from restraining himself for the whole fucking night. You did not wish to torture him more as your hand went to the waistband of the lacy, soaked panties of yours to pull them off your legs. You let them fall near your bed before you straddle to take your Bruce’s throbbing cock.
God, it felt amazing.
Your sighs filled the air of the dim room as you took him inch by inch inside you, your head inclining slightly to the side from the sensation of his thickness. Bruce was more ecstatic than you as your pussy was wrapped around him too perfectly that he couldn't help but let a groan as his hand on your thigh went to his face.
“Fuck,” he breathed out as you moaned softly when you sank on him. “F-fuck, baby.” he cursed as you were breathing on top of him as he was buried inside of you utterly, your hands on his chest for support. You just mewled at his words and started to move your hips.
For the first few minutes, you were left breathless with trying to get used to this thickness since he had not stretched you out. Not that you minded since you were dripping for him more than a few mintues but still. Your moans were soft in the air as you were fucking yourself on his cock just in a slow pace you liked at the moment. His hand on his face went under your thigh again as he tried to balance you in your moves.
Bruce gladly watched you from his hazy gaze as you were pleasuring yourself and him, your obscene vision and your own scent keeping him aroused as you rode him. You were so pretty, God, so fucking pretty that he had never wanted to leave that bed of yours ever again. Your fingers were digging into his rib cage from pleasure as you moved in and out on his cock with your lovely lashes fluttering.
Bruce caught the shadows of your hair strands as you moved, your inclined head to the side, his stains on your bare shoulders as the straps moved in inches, the way your nightgown was ruffled on your thighs, or your sweet sounds fell from your kiss-bruised lips as you rode him.
Everything.
He caught every inch of you in that light, in those minutes as he gripped your thighs to satisfy his touch-starvation. Your soft sounds of his name occasionally or your “baby”s were the only things left on your mouth as if you knew no word other than them.
The pleasure was so perfect for you that it left you panting not much longer than when you started to ride him. He felt so perfect in you, just as always as you did not waste any of his length, taking him and hitting your sweetest spots over and over again as he taught you in his deft hands multiple times. Your pussy knew him well enough to clench around him in your rocking, utterly accepting him as she knew who you belonged to truly.
Your pace was slower at first but now as the familiar ache formed in your belly, your riding was messy; not that he minded. It was too hot for you in your little, skin-tight nightgown as it was wrapped around your body so perfectly, your messy straps around your shoulders, and your erect nipples under the fabric were something that made Bruce curse under his breath as you were chasing you two’s pleasures.
“B-Baby—”
“I know, baby, I know. Go for it.”
He indeed knew from the way your pussy was clenching around him, your digging nails into his pale skin to create reddish marks. He had fucked you day and night to know blindly that when you were close to being a mess in his arms.
“Are— Are you c-close?” you breathed out the words when he inclined your hips to help you on one spot. He sighed with a soft ‘yes’ as his hands guided you from now on.
Bruce knew his girl so well that you’d be pliant in his arms after you came, so he helped you through it. He helped you to ride yourself on him as you were trying to get him to the spot first. He could sense your eagerness to help him out in his intoxicated state, so he let you. His thick brows were knotted to push himself before he let the back of his head be buried on his pillow as he let go.
Bruce let out a groan at the feeling, his hands gripping the back of your thigh and waist as he came for the first time in the night. He was tensing his jaw unconsciously, for the next seconds breathing the air in and out for the sweetness of euphoria. He had been holding himself for too long, specifically when the toxin filled his veins, and now he had what he yearned for?
Your need-blurred eyes caught his seconds as you barely slowed down your hips before feeling him fill you so full. Your soft moans and the movement of your hips continued to chase your own high as he was still buried in you, while his seed was dripping from your folds as you rode him. Gladly, you were in protection since Bruce and you were too young for a baby.
You rode him with your cloudy eyes as he was running his hand over his face until your hips bucked instantly. He immediately caught your hip when you couldn't hold back anymore and came with a strained gasp on your throat. You just remember the feeling so tense and instant but well enough to leave you so perfect after you came. Bruce’s hand went to your waist to rub his thumb both balance you and soothe you as you were breathing heavily in your bliss. He pulled you to himself as you gladly accepted his move, lying down on his chest for your next minutes.
You nestled into his neck as he ran his fingers through your hair to calm you down. He then dipped his face to kiss your temple and cheek with a whisper of “That’s my good girl.”.
For the next minutes, you two were silent. You stayed in each other’s arms before you came to your senses. He was quietly playing with your hair, occasionally brushing his lips on your skin. He was content in you and your scent, loving every second of you. You were about to unwrap yourself from him before you realized.
He was still hard inside you. Well, he had come in you with no struggle but to be instantly rock-hard again? You pecked the skin of his neck, then angled your face to hover over him to kiss him. That slightly caught him off guard but he did not mind.
Not at all.
You did not need to tell him your motives and he realized what you were trying to do. You two shared kisses over and over again just like the first time until you two were breathless. His hand came to your cheek, pulling you more as you backed for a breath to his lips. His other hand on your thigh went under your ruffled nightgown to find your hipbone to caress as he was busy with your lips.
You let out sighs into his mouth as his tongue entered your mouth. His zealous kissing and touch-starved brushing of his fingers on your hipbone were enough for you that he still wanted to be inside you.
You felt Bruce’s hand go to your hair again as he let you breathe after his French kiss. He did not waste any time when you were exhaling and dipped his face into your neck for kisses. He pressed a few more kisses before he murmured.
“Lay down, pretty girl.”
You did as he said. He helped you to take him off you before you lay down. But before you did, he kissed your neck with “Just like that, baby.”.
He led your back against his chest, his lips never leaving your neck. You tilted your neck barely to let him and he started to kiss every inch of your skin as his hand went to your nightgown. You were slightly pressed against him, somehow sitting on his thighs when he took off your delicate piece.
His hands were warm against your already burning skin as he effortlessly took it off from you, leaving you bare just for him. His hands went to your hip bones as his face nestled into your neck again for a few kisses before he lay you down on your stomach. You nuzzled into his pillow with your sigh while he discarded his sleep pants to be back nestled to you behind.
When he was back against you, his one arm went around your belly to press you himself more as if you weren’t his already and the other one went to your hips. You felt him, still hard as the first time in the night, behind your thighs. You moaned softly when his throbbing cock was pressed against you while he kissed the back of your neck.
“Let me, sweetheart.” he mumbled while his lips brushed your shoulder blades as he angled your hips to be buried in your viscous walls again. You let out the faintest sounds to the pillow as you took him again, easier than before. He was steady and gentle in his motives, never rushing until your walls welcomed him inch by inch again. He stayed buried in you for a few seconds, his nose pressed against your shoulder blades as he breathed your scent.
“Bruce..”
“I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured to your skin for making you wait, his face coming back to your neck. “So sorry. Gonna’ take care of you now.”
You loved it when his Gotham accent rolled out of his tongue when he was hard and you loved it when he spoke so sweet to you in your bed. Bruce rolled his hips to move in you slowly at first while his lips were busy with his messy kisses on your neck. He was pressed against you as you two were one, his arm around your belly was slightly deterring him crushing you as he moved. His other hand on your hip went under your pillow to keep himself steady as he fucked you, moving in and out of your cunt at a steady pace.
You were so adorable under him, your hair messy on your pillow as your lovely face was nuzzled to the pillow with your sweet sounds. He was thrusting and kissing your jaw simultaneously, basically making love to you. You were so perfect in his embrace as he couldn't get enough of you over and over again, hitting your favorite spots skillfully. Your eyes were fluttering as he fucked you deeper with every thrust, your fingers gripping the hem of your pillow or the sheets between your other hand.
“B-Baby..” you were moaning into your pillow as he was cursing or kissing your back with no issue. He’d kiss your bare shoulder, your hickey-bloomed neck, or your upper back as he enjoyed every inch of you.
“Fuck — I’m right there, sweetheart.”
You felt his mouth on your spine, kissing or biting the skin to leave spots on it. He was gripping the sheets under your pillow to keep himself steady without hurting you as he thrust into you. He had been thinking about the whole vision of you just so sweetly like this since the intoxication and now he had got you where he wanted, he was trying not to overwhelm you.
Bruce had fucked you well-extended minutes, more than the first. You just remember how it was to the constant rocking of his hips in and out of your pussy, your mewls against the pillow as you gripped it and his lips to kiss your skin or groan against you — just so good to be perfect. He just made you come again in those moments, let you relish in your euphoria before chasing you one more time for the night.
“I-It’s too m-much,” you told him as he was panting against your jaw. He kissed your skin, as he heard your words, for relief.
“No, come on.” he said while his hand was around your belly lowered as he found your clit. You let out a broken sound when you were sensitive from the second orgasm before. He tried to be gentle as he preassured your spot over and over again with his deft fingers which made you desperate for a release as he was thrusting into you simultaneously. You were a mess in his arms during those seconds, with your sweet sounds just like he wanted you to be — to enjoy the aftermath of his actions.
You just let out a strangled moan against your pillow when you orgasmed for the last time. Your already sensitive body was chasing it heavily and when Bruce made you see the stars, you were satisfied fully and exhausted in his embrace. “That’s my girl.” he muttered as you were still in the aftershocks of your orgasm, brushing his lips over your temple, over the lashes of your half-lidded eyes.
Bruce was suppressing himself from the first time you made him come and when you came, he followed you after a few more deep thrusts and saw the stars himself. He was panting against your hair, his face pressed on your head with his closed eyes as he filled you. You felt him thick and hot in you as his seed was buried in you to the point that it’d come out of you after he pulled out.
As he orgasmed, he was mindful of not crushing you under himself, balancing himself on his elbows which later when he was alright, he lay down slightly next to you — still pressed to you like a man in love.
You two stayed in that position for a long time. You two were out of energy, just you and him in the dim light as you were skin to skin. He was breathing the air and your scent quietly, sometimes his lips on your temple while you were sleepily snuggled to your pillow. When he realized that he was drowsy just like you, he pulled himself out of you gently and pulled the covers over you two. His action caught your sleepy mind before he switched off the light and nuzzled into your neck.
“Hi,” you whispered into the darkness as your fingers found his damp, messy hair. He smiled against you before murming a “Hi, baby.” to your skin.
“How do you feel?” you murmured with your eyes getting heavy.
“Good.” he answered. “I’m good.”
“Okay.”
“We can shower together in the morning, yeah? I’ll clean you up.” he said, his hands tightening around your waist as if cleaning the mess between your thighs was a huge problem. You smiled at his words before answering.
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
So who would have known that a mere aphrodisiac would leave your Bruce in this state, specifically when he was the Dark Knight? It was a few days later that you were met by the whispers of Batman’s obsessive admiration for you on his knees which was something Gotham nobles would carry out forevermore.
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thank you so much for reading! ♡
here is the “masterlist” and “pieces on the way” if you would like to see! ♡
tbh clark would love being called kal-el by those closest to him. obviously my brain goes to poly!superbat, though.
warnings- smut 18+ only, unprotected p in v sex, rimming (m receiving), oral (f and m receiving)
rosy cheeks every time it slipped from your mouth. most often in these moments,
early mornings where he was still half-asleep. skin warm with lines from the blankets etched into his skin. sleepy eyes and hands always pulling himself towards you or bruce. he’d sigh in content, feeling the most at home he’s ever felt.
when he jolts awake from a nightmare with frantic eyes and a heaving chest. his first thought is to not wake either of you up. to go to the living room and just deal with it alone. but he regains his senses and ends up waking either you or bruce up, seeking comfort. without fail, whoever he leaves sleeping ends up waking up from all the movement anyways. you both tuck him in between you, if he isn’t already, and soothe him with gentle touches and reassuring words. whispers of his birth name and promises of your boundless love eventually lull him back to sleep. two sets of arms wrapped around his form. two hands that stroke his soft skin. two sets of lips that press long kisses to his hair, neck, shoulders, cheeks… everywhere.
while he’s cooking for you and bruce in the kitchen. either in his apartment or at the manor with alfred shoo’ed away. he moves with ease, flipping bacon and pancakes before either have time to burn, because when it’s his turn to cook it’s always breakfast for dinner. he has an apron on, likely a frilly “kiss the cook!” one that was definitely made to fit your size, not his. tongue between his teeth and whispering measurements to himself. every time, without fail, either you or bruce sneak up behind him to wrap you arms around his waist and sneak bites of food. you’ll nuzzle your face against his shoulder with a hum, “mmm, thanks kal-el”
you’re all getting ready for another gala. bruce goes to help clark tie his tie while you finish your hair. although clark has tied his own tie a million times, he shows no objection to letting bruce do the job for him. bruce takes time to run his fingers along the tie underneath clark’s collar to “make sure it’s not flipped”. the contact would have clark a little flustered already. but after he’s all set, bruce kisses him and whispers “you look so handsome, kal-el.”, and it renders him speechless.
when he’s hurt, his powers stripped from kryptonite or his body aches from a brutal combat. either in the hospital or the medical corner of the cave. you hover over him with tears in your eyes, hands shaky and lip wobbling. “kal-el.. honey, please.” you’d whimper. your hands move from his arms to his chest, up to his face, wherever you can touch him as if the feeling would suddenly heal him. bruce is just as unwell, but more quiet. in a nearby chair with his elbows on his knees, head in his hands.
but moooooooooost definitely in the bedroom. sorry i’m a horndog 4ever. lemme share some thoughts
-bruce railing clark while he eats you out. both of you telling him how good he is, how he’s such a sweetheart, “so good for us, kal-el..”
-you & bruce worshipping clark’s cock. “such a pretty cock, kal-el… so fucking hard for us.. look at you..” while he whines and squirms.
-missionary where clark is just fucking the life out of you while bruce watches. “oh- fuck! mm- kal! fuck, kal-el.. right there.”
-bruce rimming him while you suck him off. “taste so fucking good, kal. mmm.. this ass is fuckin’ mine, kal-el.”
-him and bruce DP’ing you. “bruce.. kal… shit, oh fuck you’re so deep.”
and finally, when he’s a little bit floaty and in subspace. shaky breathing and heavy eyes while you and bruce clean him up. “so good for us, kal-el..” “kal-el.. so perfect. all ours, hmm?” and sweet murmurs of his name while you hold him in the hot bath after 🤌🏼
Self indulgent anon back again (👹) with humor this time.
You work at a nursery and it’s pick up time, various parents are floating around wrangling their kids into shoes and coats.
You have a werewolf student who struggles with his laces but is determined to do it himself. You don’t notice dad watching in the background.
Werewolf kid gets it right by himself and you say “Good boy! Good job!”
You hear a clatter as embarrassed dad knocks things off the table he was leaning on when he vigorously wags at hearing “good boy”
This is such a cute scenario, 👹 anon!
Imagine he pretends as if he bumped into the table or something, stammering an apology as he picks up the things he knocked over.
His son sees this and squeaks all excited, "Teacher! My daddy gets a sticker?"
You've been encouraging students to pick up after themselves and you hand out stickers whenever they do. You're not going to miss an opportunity to enforce good habits, so you hand his dad a sticker from the sticker jar. This seems to make both of them very happy.
I made a post a few months ago about whether people would want to read about Alpha!Klaus and Alpha!Elijah sharing a mate that Rose and Trevor brought to Elijah when they brought Elena and quite a few people liked the post and even commented on it but quite a few more started direct messaging me and asking for me to write the story so here we are.
I don’t know why so many of you were Rabid for this idea but you were so I hope it is everything you wanted it to be…it’s a bit tame and I may just write another one with more smut in it, we’ll see…
Warning:Threats of SA, Use of both Alpha and Omega Slurs, Kidnapping, Abuse, Murder
‘Do you remember how I asked about the paintings all those years ago?’ Rose asked, Elijah’s head tilting sideways in confusion. ‘Klaus would paint her over and over again, draw her just the same. You told me when I asked that when you were turned your mother told you that you all had soulmates. Klaus and yourself shared a soulmate as did Kol and your other brother Finn-you told me about how you dreamed of her, how Klaus dreamed of her but that the difference was he could get his thoughts down onto canvas and paper…I knew who she was immediately-the second I saw her. When we took the Doppelgänger we took your mate too.’ She explained.
Elijah’s expression was stoic as he seemed to consider the possibility, not really believing her. So many people had heard about their mate over the years and so many had tried to use that to manipulate them-Elijah would never fall for that and neither would Klaus-not without proof.
‘If you actually have what you say you do, you will be granted your freedom…but if you’re lying to me Rose-‘
‘Why would I lie about this? Expose myself and Trevor just to get ourselves killed when your Omega isn’t here? I’ve made mistakes when it comes to you and your brother but I’m not stupid Elijah.’ Rose defended herself, turning and leading the Original down the hall towards the Omega he and his younger brother have been waiting 1000 years for.
‘I don’t believe you.’ Elena snapped, glaring at Trevor who was glaring right back-neither realizing that the Omega laid out on the couch was slowly opening her eyes.
‘What does it matter to me if you believe me? I know what’s true, besides, your world is going to be turned upside down eventually. A vampire can’t find their mate until the Original whose blood they share finds theirs…who knows? Maybe after we hand the little Omega over to Elijah you will find out you really are Stefan’s mate…or maybe you’re Damon’s? Or maybe it’s neither of them and all you really are is a stupid little unlovable doppelgänger?’ Trevor teased, clearly finding the whole thing comical. Trevor had hated the Originals ever since he was turned but his hatred for Klaus was matched only by Mikael’s hate for him after the Original Alpha was the reason in his mind that he lost Katerina-and now here he is, about to hand Elijah his and Klaus’ mate and the Doppelgänger?! How is that fair?
‘You don’t know anything! You’re just bitter because you couldn’t have Katherine in the end but she didn’t love you any more than she loved anyone!’
‘Wow, feeling vindictive today, Elena?’ Y/n mumbled as she sat up, pressing her hand to the back of her head and hissing in pain.
‘Oh yeah, careful, I hit you a bit hard before I dropped you in the trunk. Sorry.’ Trevor stated, not sounding the least bit sorry in any way.
‘Thanks…’ she grunted, glaring up at him.
‘Watch yourself Omega, I can still take you apart before either of your Alphas gets the chance and you’ll be begging me for more by the time he walks in. Don’t forget, you’re just a useless little Knot-Hole. God only knows why the Originals want their Omegas so much.’ He scoffed.
‘Why is he using slurs against me? I just woke up, what the fuck did I do?!’ Y/n questioned, looking at Elena and pretending not to care about the use of the term “Knot-hole” despite pushing back tears.
‘Apparently you’re the Omega of an Original or 2 and he really hates them cause Katherine.’ Elena explained and she nodded in understanding. Katherine gave all Omegas a bad name.
‘Wait! How the hell does he know that I’m their Omega? I don’t-‘
‘Because Klaus used to spend all of his free time painting your face over and over again. You’d think eventually he’d get tired of looking at you but no, he just painted another one.’ Trevor said, rolling his eyes.
‘So wait, you’re angry with me because some Original has good taste and painted my face a lot? Or you’re angry because you’re a fucking moron and fell for Katherine’s “I love you” bullshit and it got you in trouble so now you’re taking it out on Klaus’ Omega?’ As Y/n said the last word his hand seized her throat and squeezed a choked gag out of her, her oxygen instantly cut off as she was yanked up onto her feet and standing on her toes.
‘Let Her Go!’ Elena demanded, grabbing his hand and digging her nails in to get him to release her.
‘You mouthy little Omega! One more fucking word from you and I’ll send you back to that Hybrid Heat-Stall completely gaping! I can’t wait to see how much those Originals adore you when you’re used up and a waste of 1000 years waiting for them!’ He snarled, his hand squeezing tighter to the edge of breaking her neck just before a loud throat cleared causing both Trevor and Elena to freeze-one choking the Omega while the other tried to pry his hand off.
‘I must admit Trevor, this is a strange way to ask forgiveness.’ A posh voice spoke up-Y/n feeling her heart flutter despite its already quickening beat as her brain was deprived oxygen for even longer-her eyes flickering to meet his and hearing this Alphas deep growl as they did. Faster than the Omega could comprehend she was released-suddenly collapsing-and then held firmly to a wonderfully scented chest which she only realized as she finally took a breath, coughing and choking into this man’s tie. ‘There you are lovely Omega, breathe! Just like that, good girl!’ Y/n whined at the deep, sweet voice as it said the words she’s wanted to hear since the day she presented. As her body began to do what she told it to again she clutched tightly to his suit. ‘I’ve got you Omega, you’re safe now, so safe with me Princess.’ He swore, lifting her higher until her legs were wrapped around his waist and he was holding her as close as he could without harming her.
‘Elijah, I had no idea he would-‘
‘Shut Up!’ He snapped, holding Y/n with one arm as his other hand moved to clutch Elena’s chin and look at her closely. ‘My Omega and a human doppelgänger, you’ve kept your promise Rose Marie, you are free to go-do not put yourself in the same position for the same idiot you tried to save before-Leave Rose!’ Elijah demanded and though she hesitated as she looked at her friend that had his neck snapped on the floor, she did speed out of the house knowing that there was nothing that she could do against Elijah. ‘Can you tell me your name, Princess?’ He asked her, feeling her rest her head on his shoulder.
‘Y/n.’ She told him, her voice coming out painfully and sounding just the same.
‘That’s lovely…sadly I have a promise to keep now. Smile for me, gorgeous.’ He told her and she did as he held up his phone and took a picture of her, tapping his phone screen several times before moving to sit on the couch and biting into his wrist. ‘Drink, Princess. Alpha can’t have his precious Omega bruised and in pain, can I?’ She did as he said without complaint, wanting to make her Alpha happy and also wanting the throbbing in her head to stop. ‘Elena, if you take one more step towards that door I will have to break your legs to ensure you stay put while I tend to my Omega.’ The Beta girls eyes went wide and she stopped moving just as Elijah’s phone rang. ‘Niklaus…Yes, she’s right here…I still haven’t forgiven you however we made a promise and I would hope regardless of our feelings you would still honor your word when it comes to our Omega…unfortunately that will have to wait just a moment, Trevor seemed to take it upon himself to nearly snap our girls neck he choked her so hard…Yes, obviously.’ He looked down at me as I pulled away from his wrist. ‘Niklaus would like to speak with you.’
Y/n took the phone from Elijah and put it to her ear. ‘Hello?’ There was a second of pause before he spoke and she instantly worried that he had hung up though she didn’t know why.
‘You have no idea how wonderful it is to hear your voice, Omega…I must have painted you 10,000 times by now and I still haven’t gotten it right.’
‘Oh my God, your accent is so cute!’ She exclaimed, loving his voice. ‘And I can pose if you want to try getting it right.’
‘Oh, you will definitely be posing for me! In every position and in various states of dress.’ Her eyes widened as she felt her cheeks heat up.
‘That is a lovely blush, Princess.’ Elijah stated, leaning forward and kissing her cheek making the blush darken even more.
‘Blushing for me already, hmm? Just wait until I get my hands on you, little Bunny.’ She couldn’t help her whimper as she imagined that, already horny just having one Alpha this close, not even mentioning that his hand is tracing up her thigh, his face nuzzling into her neck. ‘Your breathing is unsteady now, is my brother playing nice with you?’
‘Mmhmm…Oh God!’ She gasped as Elijah’s hand pressed against her pussy just as his fangs sank into her neck.
‘Oh, am I going to hear my sweet little Omega cum already? Fuck, how lucky am I?’ Klaus teased, wanting desperately to hear her needy little whines as she cums for them for the first time. ‘Keep making those noises for me Bunny, perfect Omega!’ Klaus’ voice was making her unbelievably wet as she felt Elijah taking soft, slow drags of her blood, his hand still cupping her cunt through her pants, the heel of his hand pressing firmly up against her clit.
‘Don’t stop…’ she whined. ‘K-Klaus, don’t stop talking!’ She demanded but it came out more like a plea.
‘Fuck, you like my voice that much? You naughty little thing!’ He practically purred, though she whined as he did.
‘No! Not naughty Alpha! Not bad…mmnghh!’
‘No, of course not Bunny, you’re Alphas good girl, aren’t you?’
‘Mmhmm…Yes…Yes!’
‘Such a good girl for us Bunny, doing just what you’re supposed to, letting your Alphas play with you however we want. Oh Fuck-Alphas good girl! Keep whining just like that Bunny! Oh Fuck…’
Just as she was about to cum, one hand clutching the phone as the other held tight to Elijah’s hair there was suddenly a loud bang from upstairs. ‘Ow!’ She cried as Elijah jerked, his fangs still in her neck biting down too hard and causing her pain before he pulled back, looking up before turning back to her, his eyes softening as she could hear Klaus asking what had happened.
‘Is there someone else here?’ Elijah asked her and she shrugged.
‘I don’t know, I woke up on this couch like 5 minutes before you came in.’ She explained and he growled, moving her to sit on the couch instead of his lap. ‘No, don’t go.’
‘I’ll be right back, Alpha is going to go kill whoever interrupted us. Just sit with Niklaus, it’s okay.’ He promised, kissing her forehead and making her smile, humming contently.
‘Okay…’ she mumbled as Elijah walked out of the room, Elena following.
‘What’s going on Bunny?’ Klaus asked.
‘There was a noise upstairs and Elijah bit me too hard…my neck is bloody.’ She whined. ‘He went to see what it was and Elena went too…can you come here too now Alpha? Want you both to be here with me…wanna feel your hands on me too Klaus.’ She admitted, hearing him groan at her response.
‘Bunny, my bag is already packed, just tell me where to go.’ That was the moment she realized, she had no clue where she was.
‘I…I don’t know…Trevor hit me in the head really hard and I woke up here with Elena. Then Trevor got mean and called me a Knot-Hole and started choking me-that’s when Elijah got here-‘
‘Bunny, I want you to do something for me, okay? Go to the settings in Elijah’s phone and turn on the location. Can you do that for me, Bunny, please?’
‘Yes Alpha…’ she turned the phone and did as he said before putting it back up to her ear. ‘It’s on.’
‘That’s Alphas good girl…wow, you are really close to Mystic Falls, that’s a strange coincidence.’ He laughed humorlessly.
‘No, that’s where we live.’ Y/n told him and he paused for a moment before beginning to realize that there was more to this than just Elijah finding their Omega.
‘Bunny, who is Elena?’ He finally asked.
‘Elena Guilbert, everyone is obsessed with her cause she’s Katherine’s doppelgänger and she’s human so apparently that’s a big deal.’
‘She’s Katerina’s doppelgänger and she’s human?!’ He questioned as if he couldn’t quite comprehend what she had said.
‘No! Are you gonna be obsessed with her now too? Both Salvatore’s and now my own Alpha?! Are you kidding me?!’
‘Oh, Bunny! No, don’t get upset Omega, it’s not like that. I need a human Petrova doppelgänger to break my curse. I can assure you that I am not in love with your friend…you’re sure she’s a Petrova doppelgänger?’ He asked and she sighed heavily.
‘Yes Klaus, I’ve met Katherine, many times! Every time worse than the last, thank God she’s stuck in the tomb now. She’s obsessed with that stupid Sun and Moon curse. Honestly it was all very annoying! Please don’t tell me you’re obsessed with that dumb curse too?’
‘No! No Bunny, there is no Sun and Moon curse. The curse is on me and I need all of that to break it! I can…I can break the curse-I just need to find the moonstone and-‘
‘Wait! It’s a curse on you?’ She asked, realizing that this was all very important to her Alpha.
‘Yes, I’ll explain everything when I get there, I promise, I just need to find-‘
‘The moonstone is here-well, there. It’s in the tomb with Katherine.’ There was a long pause before he spoke again.
‘You’re sure about all of this?’ He asked.
‘Yes, I’m sure Alpha. The moonstone and Katherine are in the tomb in Mystic Falls, Elena is a human doppelgänger and she’s here with me. Well, she’s in this house with me and Elijah, I should go check on them…’ she mumbled the last part more to herself.
‘Okay, Bunny? Alpha needs you to listen to me, can you do that?’
‘Yes Alpha, I’m listening.’
‘Do Not tell anyone that the Sun and Moon curse isn’t real! Don’t say anything to anyone about me, okay?’ He asked and she could tell that this was very important to him immediately.
‘Okay. I won’t say anything to anyone…are you still coming?’
‘Yes Omega, I’m definitely coming.’ Y/n paused, not liking the way that he’d said it. ‘Omega?’ He questioned when she didn’t say anything but she still didn’t speak. ‘Y/n?! Answer me!’
‘Shouldn’t have said anything…you’re not coming for me anymore, you’re coming for Elena, because of course you are. Everything is always about Elena!’ Y/n groaned, standing up from the couch and walking into the hall despite her dizziness after Elijah feeding from her.
‘Y/n! That is not true, I am coming for you, this is just a plus. A huge plus-‘
‘No, I’m the plus. Klaus is gonna come break his curse but oh don’t worry Y/n, he’s coming to get laid too so your Alpha will stop by and see you on the way!’ Tears had started welling up in the Omegas eyes and she was trying not to let them fall.
‘Y/n, stop! You don’t understand-‘
‘I understand just fine. It’s about Elena, everything is always about-Elijah?’ Y/n froze as she walked through the double doors and saw Elena hugging Stefan and Damon stood beside Elijah who was completely gray with a coat rack shoved through his chest.
‘Om-‘
‘ELIJAH! NO! ALPHA!’ She screamed, dropping the phone as she ran forward and grabbed ahold of his face and searching his eyes for any sign of life.
‘He’s dead Y/n, there’s a giant stake in his chest.’ Elena stated as if it were so simple and he hadn’t mattered to anyone.
‘No! Alpha! Please, No?!’ Y/n wailed, her legs giving out before she hit the ground painfully, tears now streaming down her face as she looked up at her Alphas hollow eyes.
‘Elena…did you know that he was her Alpha?!’ Damon demanded, looking over at her angrily.
‘No!’
‘Yes! Yes You Did! I’ll Kill You!’ Y/n shouted, lunging forward and trying to grab Elena, Stefan shoving her away too roughly, her body hitting the wall beside the dead vampire, here head cracking against it hard. Damon caught her before she could hit the floor again and glared at his brother.
‘Jesus Stefan! She’s human-and an Omega on top of that! You didn’t have to shove her that hard!’ He insisted, holding the Omega to his chest and checking the back of her head.
‘She was trying to hurt Elena-‘
‘She couldn’t have no matter how hard she tried! She’s a Beta, she’s twice as strong as Y/n is! What is wrong with you two?!’ Damon hissed, turning Y/n’s head to look at him. ‘Omega? Can you hear me? Y/n!’
‘She’s fine, Elijah gave her plenty of his blood-‘
‘That doesn’t mean she isn’t hurt now, Elena!’ Damon lifted Y/n against his chest, laying her head on his shoulder. ‘I’ve got you, Omega. You’re okay.’
‘No…want my Alpha…’
‘I’m here, Omega. You’re okay-‘
‘No! Want My Alpha! Let Me Go! Let Go!’ Y/n shouted, trying to shove Damon away from her but he was too strong, holding her to his chest and picking her up.
‘Let’s go. I’ll heal her in the car…I can’t believe you knew he was her Alpha and you didn’t say a thing Elena! Don’t you Ever call yourself a good friend to anyone again. You understand that this could easily kill her!’
‘Oh, don’t worry. Elijah wasn’t her only Alpha, she still has Klaus left. You’re going to have to kill him too.’ Elena stated as if it was a fact she was reading out of a book, Y/n screaming and trying to lunge forward at her from Damon’s arms. Though the vampire did not let her go she did get close enough to dig her teeth into the Beta girls arm, clamping down and refusing to let go as Elena screamed. Y/n tasted blood but she didn’t care as she bit down harder, Damon holding her nose so that she would let go to breathe before realizing she was holding her breath and grabbing her lower jaw, prying it open before Elena pulled away, arm now covered in blood. ‘What is Wrong With You?!’ She snapped, Stefan healing her quickly.
‘I won’t let you hurt my Alpha! You killed Elijah but I won’t let you get Near Klaus you vicious bitch!’ Damon lifted Y/n up quickly, carrying her to the car and sitting her beside him in the back seat while Stefan drove.
‘Relax Omega.’ Damon insisted, trying to pin her down after she unlocked and opened the door while the car was in motion. ‘Sleep!’ He compelled, watching her fight as hard as she could though she only kept her eyes open for about 10 seconds before she was out.
It only took Klaus a few hours to get a flight and get to Virginia, the jet taking about 7 1/2. Elijah called him about halfway through his flight and explained what had happened. They were both instantly worried about the relationship that their Omega had with the oldest Salvatore-Klaus not liking the way he had talked to her and clearly been touching her. He was also worried at the attitude he had gotten from her when he showed any kind of interest in Elena. Klaus was obviously not interested in any sort of way for anything other than breaking his curse, he’d learned his lesson with the first one he’d fallen in love with as a human-and his Omega was everything to him. They had been waiting for her for 1000 years, he wasn’t about to lose her now.
‘We need to get her out of there.’ Elijah insisted, watching their mate as she sat on the couch with Damon, snuggled up in a bunch of blankets. ‘He’s put her in a makeshift nest, what’s next? Him marking her beside mine?!’
Klaus could see how enraged his elder brother was which was abnormal for him however he knows how desperate Elijah has always been for their Omega and it was very likely that he would kill Damon just to keep him away from Y/n-which would upset their Omega, God knows how much. ‘We don’t know what she will do if we hurt him, we need to focus on getting her out of the house since we can’t get in. I have my witch working on Katerina so we can focus on our mate, for now you hide.’
‘Why? What are you going to do, Niklaus?’ Elijah asked, not trusting his younger brother when it comes to bright ideas-they typically end in slaughter.
‘I’m going to knock.’ He said as if it were obvious, disappearing for a moment before Elijah saw him reappear on the porch with a gift bag as he truly did as he said, knocking on the door. A second later it was opened and Klaus saw Damon standing there with a blanket smelling way too much like their Omega wrapped around his shoulders. He was only able to stop himself from killing the young vampire as his logical side reminded him that his Omega might not forgive such a killing… ‘Good evening sir, I’m looking for Y/n. I have a delivery for her.’ He stated and Damon looked curious.
‘Delivery this late? That’s weird, but I’ll take it.’ He said, reaching out only for Klaus to pull it back.
‘Sorry. I was told specifically to only give it to her.’
‘Who told you that?’
‘Klaus.’ He stated as if it were obvious and Damon’s eyes went wide.
‘Where is he?! Is he here?!’ Damon demanded but Klaus just repeated the first thing he had said and he knew Damon assumed that he was compelled. ‘Y/n! You have a delivery!’ He called out and Klaus heard a groan before coming face to face with and smelling his Omega for the first time, nearly falling to his knees.
‘Who would send me anything?’ She wondered, and he handed her the bag as she stepped over the threshold, opening it and smiling as she pulled out a large fluffy black and red checkered Sherpa blanket.
‘I had hoped it could be the start of a new nest for you, without another Alphas scent in it.’ He told her and she looked up, clearly confused for a second before her eyes widened and he knew she had recognized his voice.
‘Klaus?’
‘What?!’ Damon exclaimed before Klaus grabbed him, breaking his neck just before he could put his hands on his Omega again.
‘I told you I would come for you. You are the most important thing in the world, Love.’ He swore, moving just in time to catch her as she flung herself into his arms, hugging him tightly.
‘I was so scared you weren’t gonna come! Or that you would just come for Elena-Don’t let go!’ She begged, holding onto him tightly and he lifted her up into his arms as she nuzzled into his neck and took in his scent which she clearly loved.
‘I told you! Breaking my curse is important but nowhere near as important as my mate! I need Elena so that I can kill her, I need you so that I can cherish you. Big difference, Bunny.’
‘I know what you said, I just…I’m sorry…’ she mumbled and Klaus sighed, kissing her head as he turned around and walked off the porch, taking the blanket and wrapping it around her as he felt her catch a chill.
‘No more letting other Alphas into your nest from now on, Omega. You’re lucky that we’re letting that one live.’ Elijah spoke up, appearing beside them and adjusting the blanket so that it covered all of her skin.
‘Elijah…Alpha! You’re Alive!’ She cried, tears falling from her eyes quickly and he took her from his brother, holding her tightly.
‘Of course I am. We would never leave you, Y/n.’
‘But I saw you die!’ Klaus wiped the tears falling down her cheeks, not wanting to see their Omega cry for any reason.
‘I’m an Original. It takes much more than that to kill us, don’t you worry about that. Now, we have a big pile of blankets and pillows waiting for you in a hotel room in the next town. How does that sound?’ He asked, watching her eyes brighten in excitement.
‘Sounds wonderful, Alpha! But…what about Klaus’ curse?’ She wondered, turning her head and looking at the man that she would later that night learn was actually a Hybrid.
‘I have several people collecting the things and people I need, but that’s not for sweet little Bunnies to worry about. Now let’s get you into a comfy nest, hmm?’ Y/n nodded, allowing the Alphas to take her wherever they deemed appropriate, not caring where they went as long as she was in their strong arms.
Klaus had made sure to get them into the penthouse suite until he could get an actual house that was up to his standards, never willing to let his Omega stay anywhere that wasn’t perfect or safe. She was too perfect to be allowed to stay anywhere else ever again.
Could you write a story about a ghost that uses you in public while you’re trying to work as a cashier/barista? With spanking?
Being haunted had perks and disadvantages. For you, an advantage was unlimited orgasms. The disadvantage was that he'd use you at the most inconvenient times. Right now, you were busy during a rush at the cafe.
Order after order, you had no time to think for yourself. As you begin to mix some drinks, you feel smacks on your ass. Turning to accuse one of your coworkers, nobody was near you. All day you dreaded this happening.
The ghost followed you to work. You feel its hand cup your ass, squeezing it firmly to tease you. You feel it snake its hands around your body. The sensation leaves goosebumps on your skin. As you start to stir some of the drinks, there is a firm grasp on your breasts.
The grip is so possessive it feels almost like a warning. A warning of what's to come. A warning of what it's about to do to you while you work. Just as you're about to hand a customer their drink, the sensation of fingers in your pussy stuns you.
You spill the drink all over the floor and yourself. As if the ghost disapproves of your reaction, you feel a sharp sting on your ass. Feeling a welt in the shape of a hand take form. After profusely apologizing, your coworker remakes the drink as you gather everything you scrub the floor.
At this point you're just inviting the ghost to use you at work. You're on all fours, starting to scrub the mess you created. You can feel it line itself up behind you. Thankfully your work apron is able to hide most of what's about to happen. You feel a few more smacks on your ass. On the last smack, its hand doesn't move from your ass.
Feeling it rip open a hole in your panties, it feels your soaked hole as you clean the floor. The cleaning position you're in offered the perfect cover for the ghost to fuck you. It did just that.
You could feel it grip your hips tight and begin ramming itself inside of you. Its thrusts are hard, aggressive, and full of passion. All it ever wants is to get you riled up and use your pussy. Trying to mask your moans, you scrub the floor harder. Making excuses to clean random spots as you get fucked.
Everyone is unaware of what’s unfolding in the very room as them. Hell, none of them know you’re being fucked silly in the same area their drinks are made. As much as you dread the ghost touching you, it feels really good. Almost too good.
It slams its cock deep inside of you. Hitting your sensitive cervix with such force you let out a noise. The pleasure begins to swell in your stomach. Feeling your orgasm begin to rise from the ghost fucking you so hard.
Your knees give out on you while you're still trying to hide by cleaning the floor. You bite your arm to mask the sounds of your moans from your climax. As you recover on the floor, you feel a warm liquid fill your pussy.
The ghost bred you, while you're at work, in front of your coworkers. You get up off the floor with shaky legs and try to work as if nothing happened.
Nerdy!Yandere is the proud owner of your school's (Y/N) Fanclub. Yes, it's an official school club. Everything has been carefully prepared: the list of activities, the required number of members, and all the boring bureaucracy. The responsible teacher signed the papers with a raised eyebrow, but was otherwise defenseless against Nerdy!Yandere's brilliant organization.
The club mostly spends the time following you around, but do not be deceived - they're not simply wasting time. They're gathering information, revising their already-compiled database, and occasionally indulging in trivia nights. All questions and facts involve you, of course.
As one would expect from a group of passionate youth, there's an ongoing rivalry between the President and other zealous members. Most of them, as a matter of fact. Yet, Nerdy!Yandere remains undefeated when it comes to knowledge quizzes about his beloved (Y/N).
"It was a trick question," he declares with a triumphant smirk. "Everyone knows (Y/N) only goes for that brand of soda when there are no other options available."
The loser slams a hand against the desk, glaring at the score. They've lost this battle, not the war.
