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𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.

KYLIAN † twenty, student. any pronouns. bisexual.

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HANDYMAN, HANDIWORK! ✧ ALHAITHAM

cw// afab!reader, infidelity, heavy degradation, use of sir, oral sex (m receiving), rough sex, hairpulling, sadism, fingering, ass slapping, biting, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, really mean alhaitham. reader wears a dress, but gender neutral terms are used (i.e. spouse, bunny).

another week, another call from your residence. alhaitham was used to it now. it was your routine. something would go wrong, whether it be with an appliance or the air conditioning, and he, a freelance handyman—whose flyer you had discovered on a random lamppost downtown months ago—would come over with his toolkit, less than eager to help. he was growing tired of it. the constant calls. the way you would watch him from a room over, stealing glances at him through the open door. your quiet voice would squeak like a mouse whenever you offered him a drink and a snack. he’d decline, all gruff and grumpy. he didn’t want you getting the wrong idea, but he feared you already had. 

he didn’t know what you were playing at. you were already married. he saw the mr & mrs lettering on your mailbox every time he drove in, the extra pair of men’s dress shoes that accompanied your flats by the door, and the two toothbrushes in the washroom. instead of doing the right thing and refusing to work, he kept coming back. you paid well and tipped even better. the issues you had were never too strenuous nor time-consuming, though always quite clearly purposeful. the toilet clogged with cotton balls. a necklace that had fallen down the garbage disposal. furniture that needed assembly. all things that a husband could fix yet you called him instead.

this time, you said your oven wasn’t working. he didn’t smile back when you greeted him on the front porch in a sweet-looking dress that had your legs on display. he simply pushed through the front door and went straight for the kitchen. he knew your entire house layout by now. you made sure of that.

“what was wrong with the oven?” he asked gruffly, putting his box of tools on the countertop.

“it’s not turning on, sir,” your frown was anything but sincere. he had seen that look many times. he didn’t entertain it. instead, he flicked one of the knobs, waiting for something to happen but nothing did. with a sigh, he pulled out the oven, only to see it unplugged from the wall. 

“you need to stop,” alhaitham huffed, leaning over and plugging the oven back in.

“stop what?” you sounded so innocent.

“this,” he gestured to the oven. when you stunned, almost offended that he believed you’d do something like this, he scoffed. 

“you didn’t have to come,” you stepped closer, hands closed in front of your body.

you were right. he didn’t have to come. he saw your number, the same one he had seen at least once a week for the past three months, pop up on his screen. alhaitham should have let it go to voicemail, but he didn’t. the pay is good. the jobs are easy. and the closer you get, the prettier he realizes you to be. he never looked to long before. he doesn’t look at taken women, but now that you’re stood a couple of feet away, he can’t help it. it was different from when you were handing him payment or a glass of water before sheepishly scurrying back to your watchpoint. this time, you were frozen before him. 

“i didn’t have to,” he affirmed. 

his affirmation only served to encourage your antics. you leaned forward, brushing your hand against his forearm, muscular from years of handiwork. “i owe you a lot, sir, for fixing everything.” 

“that so?” he clicked his tongue. for a moment, he considered pulling away, taking his toolbox and heading out the door, but the heat from where your two bodies met erased the idea entirely.

“can i show you my gratitude?” suddenly, your chest was flush against his. before he could even answer, you sank onto your knees and reached for his belt. he should’ve stopped you. it was the right thing to do, but there was something in the way you looked up at him with big, innocent eyes that made his heart flutter. he leaned back against the countertop, his hands gripping the marble as you slowly undid his belt. you glanced up at him, observing his furrowed brow and the way he bit his bottom lip. 

“i’ll make you feel good, sir,” you reassured with a small grin before eagerly pulling down his pants and then tugging his underwear off. he didn’t doubt it. you had been craving this for a long time now, and finally had the opportunity to show him just how much you wanted him. your hand immediately went to his cock, already half-hard simply by your proximity. you licked a strip from the base to the tip, teasing. the sheepish person who would sneak glances from the other room while he did work was gone. your hand came to wrap around the bottom of his cock, pumping it while your lips closed around his tips, feeling him pulsate. 

alhaitham leaned his head back, resting it against one of the cabinets as a sigh left his lips. his eyes squeezed shut as he let you continue your work. your tongue swirled around his sensitive tips, precum leaking into your mouth like a dripping faucet. 

“if you were this needy, you should’ve told me sooner,” you pulled away to taunt him. one of his hands, scarred and veiny, went to your head immediately, grabbing a handful of hair as he shoved your mouth down on his cock. 

“i’m not as needy as the whore cheating on her husband,” he growled, pulling on your hair so roughly, you let out a whimper. the sound only made his cock harder, bruising the back of your throat as he forced you to take his full length. “this is what you wanted, dumb slut, isn’t it?” your jaw started to ache as he continued to aggressively fuck your mouth, forcing your head back and forth until tears started to prick your eyes. saliva dripped down your chin. you looked a mess as you braced yourself against his thighs. his hips bucked up to meet your tongue, making you gag. 

finally, he pulled your mouth off his cock and pulled you by your hair to your feet. “sir, ‘m sorry,” you gabbled, spit and tears mixing down your chin. your hands trembled as you tried to grab onto his forearm. maybe it would soften him as it did before. but no, he didn’t let you. he threw you over the island, your stomach hitting the edge and knocking the wind out of you. while you let out a gasp, he flipped up the skirt of your dress and pulled down your soaked panties. 

“sorry for what, stupid little bunny?” he slapped your ass. hard. your entire body jolted forward. “sorry for being a cock hungry whore? one man isn’t enough for you?”

“‘m sorry f-for…” you yelped as his hand came into contact with your skin again. your ass burned now. “‘m sorry for being a whore!” 

alhaitham’s body pressed against you, keeping you pinned on the counter. his free hand pushed your head down against the cold marble, making your naked ass squirm against his hard cock. his other hand travelled down from the red, irritated handprints forming on your skin, to your dripping cunt. 

“you should be sorry. you hope he walks in, don’t you? you want your husband to walk in after a hard day at work and see his bitch spouse bent over the countertops he paid for, moaning like a whore for another man.” he hummed before plunging three of his fingers into your hole without any notice. you moaned obscenely, the stretch feeling unbelievably good. you wanted to feel hurt by his words. you knew you should’ve been, but instead, you felt your cunt tighten around his big fingers. tears rolled down your cheeks, not in distress or sadness, but in pleasure. you were overwhelmed. 

“answer me,” he yelled, pushing your head down harder. you drooled onto the once clean surface, trying to babble out some sort of answer. when you couldn’t, you weakly nodded. his fingers quickened, thrusting in and out of you at a rapid pace. “that’s what i thought. maybe he doesn’t catch us,” he murmured, pulling his fingers out and giving your ass another harsh slap. you squeaked. “but when he goes to fuck you tonight, i’ll make sure he has a little surprise for him.” 

alhaitham’s cock slid into your cunt before you knew it. he was big. bigger than your husband. his width was more impressive too. and god, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel good. it felt as good as your husband or any ex-boyfriend or one-night stand. the curve of his dick hit all the right places, but it was nearly impossible to process it, as he was fucking you so fast. his hand finally let go of your head, but your face stayed against the cool marble, drooling and crying onto its surface. pathetic whimpers and pornographic moans left your lips, and you could even see a morphed reflection of yourself in the smooth stone surface. your eyes were glassy and your entirely face was painted with a variety of liquids, some even being alhaitham’s precum. you looked a mess, completely at his mercy.

“am i better than him?” he asked, grabbing both of your hips and slamming into you, making you yelp.

“s’ good,” was all you could say. that wasn’t enough for alhaitham.

“tell me, am i better than your cuck of a husband?” he growled, his fingernails digging into your untainted skin. “really speechless over some dick? such a dumb whore.”

your hands gripped onto the countertop, trembling. “better!” you cried out.

“how much better, baby? i wanna hear you say it,” he leaned over a bit into your shoulder. your cunt clenched around him harder. he groaned, “fuck. hurry up an’ say it.”

“s’ much better, best i ever had. want you all the time, sir, need you, sir.”

you sounded so pathetic that alhaitham couldn’t stop his incoming orgasm. with one final rough thrust, he came deep inside your cunt. he leaned over onto your back, groaning into your ear as he felt you cum alongside him. 

“good bunny,” he murmured into your neck. “call me anytime.”

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just scheduled an alhaitham fic to be posted ltr cz im going to be zzzzzz by then

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TOTALLY NOT A PIMP ✧ HSR

cw// afab! reader, extreme manipulation, toxic relationship, penetrative sex, masturbation, oral sex (m), nonconsensual filming, forced sex work (jing yuan), marking, mention of knives & blood, oral sex (f), somehow less toxic, penetrative sex, breeding (blade), modern, not proofread chars: jing yuan, blade

jing yuan who manipulates you into the sex industry. it first started when he posted one of your sex tapes on pornhub. it didn’t have his face in it, but it had yours. it had you begging for his cock. it had you deepthroating his dick until he came down your throat. and it also had him fucking you to the point of tears, begging for him to breed you. he waited a week before telling you, letting the comments come in - a bunch of horny men talking about how hot you were, how they needed to see more of you, and were willing to pay for it.

once he finally showed you, you broke down sobbing. he didn’t understand why you were so upset (of course, he did)! you were overreacting… nothing bad even happened, and people in the comments were begging for more! you could both make money from this! don’t be so selfish… and he keeps going on and on until you give in.

when you finally give in and agree, he’ll open an onlyfans for you. he helps you film all the videos, telling you what to do, how to act, and what to wear. after all, he’ll know what other men like the best. so why don’t you just listen to him and when the camera starts recording, fingerfuck your own pussy nicely? 

jing yuan was right, though. you did make money. well, he made money. he said that he would hold onto it and use it to buy you things. since he was the one running the entire thing, he felt he deserved to keep track of the money and he didn’t trust you enough to do so on your own. don’t you want him to take care of you? 

and when the money starts to get slow, jing yuan will start taking requests from your loyal fans, obsessed with seeing every inch of your body. most of them are fucked in the head, and so are their desires. no matter how twisted or disgusting they are, jing yuan always finds a way to convince you. “if you do this request, i’ll buy you that purse you’ve always wanted,” knowing you could never buy it yourself, considering you’re broke, you’d have no choice but to agree. 

the best part about it for jing yuan is not the money, but how utterly dependent you are on him and no matter what you do for these incels online, you’ll always be his. he is the one touching your pretty cunt at night when the cameras shut off, bringing you to orgasm after orgasm. he is the one who enjoys your sweet sounds and desperate clinginess. he is the only one who enjoys you wholly.

blade who argues against you posting your body, naked or otherwise, anywhere online. he hates the idea of it. why would you want other men to see you when you have him? yes, he’s not the most verbally affectionate, but surely all those bruises and bites along your smooth skin are enough proof of his deep admiration for you. he already has enough of a problem with you posting your lovely face online. oh, how he wishes he could just carve into your cheeks with his sharpest knife, ruining your beauty for anyone else, and watch as your blood mixed with big fat tears. 

when you go behind his back and post a suggestive photo anyway, blade loses his mind. he feels one step closer to engraving in your face like a tombstone. he stops himself, though, when you blurt out the number of views in a panicked frenzy. that’s a lot, is all he can say, but the next day, he lets you post more photos, covered but implicative. 

slowly, this develops from clothed photographs to ones in lingerie, then just panties, and finally nude. somewhere along the way, blade became your photographer. his favourite part of photographing you in sexy outfits or cute lingerie is the fact that he gets to rip it off you after. not a single piece of clothing you’ve worn during a shoot has lasted through the night. he can’t stop himself. his teeth bite into your panties, tearing the lace in two with surprising force. his tongue always finds its way onto your clit.

more often than not, he’ll fuck you before a shoot too, so you remember who you belong to. pulling your panties aside after you've begged him not to ruin them yet, he'll fuck your cunt raw and leave a load of his cum inside of you. he makes you do uncomfortable poses, while his cum is threatening to leak at any moment. you may be posing for these losers online, but you’re his. the bruises, cuts, and bites on your skin show that, and he makes sure you never edit them out.

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DICK PIERCING... DICK PIERCING ME ✧ HSR

they have a dick piercing.

cw// afab! reader, sadism (jing yuan & blade), oral sex (jing yuan), vaginal sex, noncon (blade), praise, titfucking, possible ooc (phainon), modern chars: jing yuan, blade, phainon

jing yuan doesn’t care about how it scrapes the back of your throat when he forces you to deepthroat his entire length. he loves hearing you gag. he loves the way you try to push him away. and he loves when you eventually submit, allowing him to bruise your throat. next day complaints are always followed up by him gently pulling you into his lap, coaxing his thick fingers into your mouth so he can check if you’re truly telling the truth about your aching throat. praises fall from his mouth like a fountain as you open your jaw wider and wider, sucking his fingers obediently. 

blade’s dick piercings, five bars evenly spaced lining up his shaft, force your cunt open, dragging along your gummy walls. when he’s in a sadistic mood, he changes out the end balls for spikes. he watches how deep he can go before you start sobbing like a pathetic little thing, voice hoarse as you beg him to pull out. a grin is on his face as he agrees. it’s just about the only time he’d agree to pulling out, because the look on your face as spikes rake down your insides once again has him cumming thick ropes on your stomach.

phainon is gentle and merciful, slowly sliding his cock between your tits as a single ring near the base of his cock glides against your sternum. the cold metal makes your body shiver and arch into his touch. his strong hands shove your tits together, moaning as he uses your chest like a fleshlight. praises fall from his lips. you couldn’t be more perfect for him than you are right now, squirming and gripping the sheets, covered in goosebumps from his pierced cock sliding between your pretty tits. when he finally cums, he paints your face, marking what is his.

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i would love genshin and hsr mutuals! preferably nsfw writers and artists ^_^

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hello! as it's the summertime, and i've missed writing dearly, i've decided to try and get back into my grove again. i'm wondering what you guys would like to see (if there's still any of you around)? don't be shy, please.

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i never realized i wrote so little for genshin

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DILFS DILFS DILFS! ✧ HSR

what kind of dilf are they?

cw// afab! reader, large age gaps (18-20s and 40s+), penetrative sex, corruption, “cherry popping”, panty stealing, degradation, smoking, alcohol, manipulation, masturbation, mention of sending nudes, not proofread, ooc

chars: dan heng, blade, jing yuan, luocha

dilf! dan heng is kind and much tamer than his dilf counterparts. at least, that's what he wants you to think. he's a serial panty stealer that hides behind a dorky facade. "dan heng is so sweet," you'd tell all your friends but failed to notice your underwear going missing. you also failed to notice his lingering stares when you'd lean down in skirts, or the way he'd press his body closely against yours while scooting by you, even though he had ample room to get back. when he finally decided to make a move on you, after months of taking on a passive role in your friendship, you indulged him in his desires because he was "so sweet." after he's done fucking you, he'll make sure to steal a souvenir, whether it be your underwear, your bra, or something else. 

dilf! blade who's an avid smoker, even in bed. he insists on doing missionary just so he can light up a cigarette and blow the smoke in your face, watching you cough between moans and squeals. when you say he's mean for this, he'll just end up pounding you hard to make it up to you.

dilf!jing yuan's a trashy dilf who spends his saturdays watching whatever sport is on the tv, manspreading on his recliner with a pack of beers to his right and all the empty packs to his left and his weekdays hunting down recently graduated high schoolers. he prefers if they're virgins, so when he fucks them senseless and then ghosts them, they'll always be reminded of him when they think of their first time. it doesn't help your case when you send him a photo of your tits, months after he fucked you. he'll jack off to the photo and the fact that you're still thinking about him and his dick.

dilf! luocha who is obsessed with cherry-popping. unlike jing yuan, he doesn't care if the virgin is fresh out of high school or not. he actually seems to prefer people in their mid to late twenties, even thirties, who haven't had sex yet, and are so desperate to. there's something about their complete willingness to bend to his every will, as long as he'll fuck them, that turns him on. he thrusts into you slowly, calling you a pathetic loser for not being able to get a guy to fuck you. he doesn't mean it though, he's glad you saved yourself for him.

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OOPSY ✧ HSR

when he won’t pull out.

cw// afab! reader (no pronouns), breeding, dubcon (all), riding, unprotected sex (gepard), missionary, unptrotected sex, mention of pregnancy, manipulation (welt), mention of previous dubcon (blade), not proofread

chars: gepard, welt, blade

gepard who promised he would pull out. he didn’t mean to cum inside you… it’s just that, as captain of the silvermane guards, he never has much time to relieve himself so the moment he felt your soft walls around his aching cock, he couldn’t help himself. he was just too full, and gosh, why did you have to look so hot? don’t you want to help him out? he protects the city every day, the least you could do is let him empty his balls into you. gepard has enough manners to ask first, fortunately. please, can i cum inside? your refusal falls upon deaf ears as he grabs hold of your hips and pulls you down to the hilt, cumming deep inside of you. before you can even whine or complain, he kisses away your tears and apologizes profusely. he feels so guilty… he’s so sorry, he swears!

welt who gently rolls his hips against yours, stuffing his fat cock deep inside of your cunt, knowing you can’t help your incoming orgasm. when you whine, telling him to pull out, that you’re not on birth control, and you don’t wanna risk it… there’s a noticeable shift in welt’s face, an almost sinister one, as he pauses before harshly pounding into you, so determined to breed your pussy full, ready to make you the perfect stay-at-home parent despite your protests. you’d just look too cute knocked up, with his baby. when you get mad, and frustratedly hit his chest, all he can do is chuckle in response. you’re so adorable when you’re mad at him. he knows your anger won’t last long, especially not when he’s cooing and fussing over you for taking his load so well. you’re just the best, aren’t you? 

blade who never pulls out, no matter how many times you plead with him. you know him well enough by now to know that even if you begged, he wouldn’t listen. he’ll cum balls deep inside of you, every night without fail. he takes pride in the way you squirm as you feel his hot cum fill up your pussy. and even after all that, he continues to fuck you, lewd squelches filling the room as his semen seeps out from around his cock, forming a ring around his throbbing member. blade won’t stop pounding into you until he’s satisfied that you know you’re his and there’s nothing you can do about it!

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SOUTHERN GOTHIC

cw// pastor x afab!reader, church sex, dubcon, oral sex.

“c’mere, little one,” he murmured, the words leaving his lip in a hushed plea. he needed you more than the prayer book in his lap, forgotten and threatening to fall to the concrete floor. the church had long been emptied after the late-morning sermon. the audience had been uncrowded to begin with. you had stayed behind, sweetly cleaning up the seats and the communion table, even taking the time to dust the windowsills. he patted the splintering wooden chair beside him, his head angled low to glance at you through his brow. he was waiting. expectant. “you’ve dusted enough for one day.” his joke, painfully dull, had managed a soft smile out of you. the first he had seen today, or the past week for that matter. you were often quite sullen. he never knew why, nor did he care to ask. he was a bad pastor in those respects. there was only one thing he wanted from you, and that he had made clear over the past few months.

it began with small smiles when you’d walk past and hands brushing against your skin. soon, it developed into long conversations as any sense of piety and professionalism slowly depleted from his mind. he didn’t just want you. he needed you. he needed you more than the parish he ran. more than the comfortable career he had. more than the life he built as a pillar of the community. and he would risk it all for a chance to have you. he believed you felt the same. you hadn’t gone to a sermon until a few months ago. after that, you returned every sunday. he knew your mother—not a particularly pious woman by any means—so he doubted a woman like that could raise a daughter so god-fearing. above all else, he saw how you leaned into his touches, how your hands gently grazed his thigh whenever you walked by, and the way you stared at him as he spoke about this passage and that script. 

when you listened obediently, placing the duster on the edge of the stage, he couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear. his eyes tracked your body as you sauntered over to him in that skirt far too short for church and a sweat-sodden tank top you had worn beneath a loose sweater, only to remove it halfway through cleaning after getting too hot. his heart skipped a beat when you sat beside him, your thigh grazing his pant leg. 

“should’ve stopped ya’ sooner,” he murmured, watching the sweat glisten on your bare legs. his hand reached over, dragging his fingertips gently across your forehead to clear the strands of hair stuck to it. “the southern heat ain’t merciful, especially not for little ladies.”

your smile only widened as you leaned into his touch. a rare sight. 

the book of prayers slipped off his lap, falling onto the floor with a flat thud. as you leaned over in your seat to grab it for him, he gently pushed you back with a large hand on your shoulder. “s’okay.” 

he couldn’t help himself anymore. you looked so pretty, all drenched in sweat and red-faced from the poor southern heat. he leaned in and kissed you. his lips were met with some sort of resistance, and he felt your hands push back against his chest. maybe he had misread your signals, but it was too late to take it all back now. it only took another moment or two for you to submit, leaning back into your seat compliantly with your hands balled into tight fists against his broad chest. 

the pastor continued to makeout with you, intent on seeing all the pathetic little noises you could make. one hand rested on the back of your neck, hard like steel, while the other caressed your waist softly. when he finally pulled away, a thick string of saliva connecting your swollen lips together, he grinned, eyes turning into small crescent moons, before his hands dropped to your thighs. soon after, he fell to his knees before you like a servant to its master, a man before the altar, a lover to his beloved. he pushed up your skirt, coming face to face with your panties. he leaned in, his tongue licking a stripe up your thigh as you tried to shut your legs.

“stop,” your hand pushed against his head but he remained stronger than you. “not here.”

“you want this.” it was what he had determined. his grip was like iron as he pushed your thighs apart again, shoving his nose against your clothed cunt. “no one’s here.” his breath hit your skin, hot and heavy. the man glanced up at you through his brow, watching as you looked anywhere but him. how your arms, locked up and tense, gripped the sides of the chair, surely getting plenty of splinters. 

his tongue tentatively licked a line down your clothed cunt, watching the soft cotton stick to your wet core. the muscles of your thighs tensed beneath his rough hands, only serving to encourage his depravity. he continued his feast—licking and spitting on your cunt, teeth tugging against the fabric as if the small barrier made this any less perverted and corrupt. 

“wait, please,” you stammered out. the pastor only quickened his pace, enjoying how your whole body trembled at the mercy of him. his old tricks still worked all the same. 

“sound s’ pretty, darlin’.” he spoke up, not bothering to move away from your core. “such a good girl, aren’t ya’? always sittin’ at the front, readin’ your prayers, doin’ good, christian work.” he pinched the top of your panties, letting it wedge between your cunt and rub against your sensitive clit. the pastor went back in with renewed vigor. every kiss, lick, and suckle was done with one intent: all with the hope of you cumming on his tongue. when your hands flew from the seat to his hair, he knew he was close to achieving his goal.

it only took another moment, and you were cumming all over his mouth. when he finally pulled away, he was messy, saliva and your juices dripping down his chin, but he didn’t care. “you’re perfect,” he grinned at you, the unreadable expression on your face (horror? disgust? it didn’t matter), and stole another kiss.

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SACRARIUM ✧ ALHAITHAM

even though he’s a deity, he worships you.

cw// deity! alhaitham, shrine-keeper!afab! reader (no pronouns used), historical au, mention of war and death (for alhaitham’s backstory), pwp (w/ plot), obsessiveness, delusions, dubcon (reader is pressured into consenting), body worship, humiliation, praising, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected, sex at a shrine, slight dumbifiction, dacryphilia, cervix fucking, overstimulation, breeding, semi-proofread, semi-ooc alhaitham, nsfw starts paragraph ~34

alhaitham had been all but forgotten. a deity once so prominent, his shrine was flooded with the masses from dawn until dusk. lines of people, young and old, would be going down the mountain to get to the gate of his shrine. they just hoped that they would reach it before dusk, which was almost always impossible due to the high number of visitors on any given day. some of his most devoted followers would even go as far as sleeping at his shrine, with their feet pointed to the altar, in hopes of soaking up every last bit of his divinity. alhaitham adored it—the feeling of being so loved. though these people only heard stories of his greatness from hundreds of years ago, they still worshipped him and he relished in it. even though the shrine served as a boost to his egoism, his people’s prayers were always answered. that’s why they came back day in and day out. travellers from afar would visit just to pray to the divine being.

alhaitham was known as the deity of war and perseverance. his shrine sat on top of the soil he was slaughtered on. three hundred or so years ago, he led the enemy general up this same mountain, which was rocky and barren, and sacrificed his life for the eventual win of his people. from his grave blossomed an elm tree, and this was seen as a sign of divinity. his grave had grown a tree, on an otherwise desolate mountain. a shrine was immediately built, in both honour and faith. however, now there was not a single person left to honour him. he had been forgotten with time. there’s nothing he could have done to prevent it, and he hated that. the only thing that had stopped him from fading away all these years was the shrine-keeper. 

your house was down the mountain from the shrine, which you had inherited from your father, who had inherited it from his father, and so on. along with the house, you also inherited the shrine, and all the responsibilities that came with it. every day, you hiked up the mountain and tended to the shrine. at first, alhaitham was annoyed by how you’d always talk aloud while wiping the leaves off the gate of his shrine. but soon, he found himself looking forward to your rambles. don’t blame him, he’s been rather lonely for the past century, and no shrine-keeper has even unknowingly talked his ear off like you have. gosh, are you even aware that he’s listening? the amount of embarrassing secrets, he’s certain you wouldn’t want anyone to know, that he’s heard is unprecedented. 

he found you cute. the way you’d get excited while babbling on about the latest book you’re reading (he’s glad he has you to keep him updated on current literature). how your face would scrunch up when talking about how someone was rude to you at the market (alas he wished he was there to make them suffer his wrath). and, the way fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you cried your heart out over something so minuscule, at least to him (if only he could comfort you, he would).

in centuries of being a deity, many people—men, women, and children— have cried at his shrine. but none of their crying ever made his heart swell with sadness like yours did. oh god, before alhaitham knew it, he was obsessed with you. you were just so perfect in every way. even your flaws made his heart skip a beat. if you went a day without visiting the shrine, he found himself wallowing in jealousy and anger. where were you? how dare you not visit him?! did you even know how much you truly meant to him? he wished he could just tell you. once. that’s all he would need.

alhaitham didn’t know what happened. he could feel the cold mountain air against his skin and his body felt weighed down by the fabric of his garments. it was something he hadn’t felt in a while. the sunlight shone in his eyes. he had almost forgotten how much that hurt. he squinted, and there you were, in front of him with your jaw slack and your eyes wide open as if you had seen a ghost. he doesn’t blame you. if it wasn’t for his hand that instinctively made its way to your waist, he’d think he was a dead man walking as well. as a deity, he was accustomed to unusual circumstances, but this just confused him. had his wish been granted? if so, by whom? oh, all that didn’t matter now. his hand moved from your waist to your cheek. his pad of his thumb, rough and calloused from all his swordsmanship, gently caressed your soft skin.

“my dear shrine-keeper,” alhaitham smiled. it was a smile of a lonely man. one who had lived in isolation for many centuries. a smile of relief. it felt so good to feel skin against his. but, you backed away. why did you back away?!

“no.. you,” you gasped, your eyes darting between the statue of alhaitham and the man in front of you, sporting a look of betrayal. even though the silver metal of the effigy had faded to copper in some places, his features were still identifiable. “you’re dead.” he pondered your words for a moment. you were correct. but, then how was he here?

alhaitham chuckled, “no, my love. i’m here. you won’t have to suffer any longer.” he took a step closer to you, his eyes filling with fury as you took a step back. “are you afraid?” he asked bluntly, crossing his arms over his chest. he couldn’t believe you were acting like this. you couldn’t stopped taking care of his shrine at any moment or time, but you chose not to! that must be because you share his feelings.

when you didn’t respond, still looking at him stunned, he grumbled, grabbing your wrist before you could run away. alhaitham pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly. “don’t test your luck.” his voice was low and threatening. a shiver went down your spine like a surge of lightning. you tried to speak, to tell him to let go, or at least say something, make some kind of noise from your vocal cords, but you were too frightened to. 

the way your body trembled against his as he hugged you made alhaitham laugh. “dear, i’m not even doing anything. yet.” soothingly, he rubbed his hand up and down your back, not caring that you seemed to flinch with each and every touch. you had heard stories of him. his war victories, his triumps and defeats. you knew he was a force to be reckoned with. you didn’t want to test your luck. 

“w-what do you want…?” you croaked, closing your eyes shut tightly. perhaps, if you closed them tight enough, he’d disappear and you’d wake up from this dream. 

“hm?” you could hear the frown in his voice. “that’s all you have to say to me, my little shrine-keeper? we must work on your gratitude.” 

“what are you talking about?” your voice was significantly more quiet than his, every time you spoke. it made alhaitham upset. why weren’t you your usual lively self?! did someone do something to you?

“oh, dear. i’ve been answering your prayers for a long time,” alhaitham tilted his head down to chuckle into your ear.

you froze. “i’ve never prayed to you.”

“not directly, no,” he pulled away from the embrace, but kept his hand tightly wrapped around your wrist. you weren’t going anywhere.

“what?” the confusion on your face was too adorable for alhaitham to bear. 

“my precious shrine-keeper, think harder,” his eyes bore into yours as he pushed a strand of hair out of your face, not caring that you flinched. you thought for a moment. you thought about all the times you had rambled in front of his shrine.

you complained a lot, you cried even more than you complained, and you always spoke freely, naming names without caring. though, you failed to make the connection between those people you frequently whined about and the ill-fated situations that followed your complaining. garment makers who had given you an unfair price would suddenly go bankrupt after you angrily ranted at the shrine. people who had wronged or irritated you would suddenly experience strings of bad luck. 

alhaitham chuckled at the way your face expression morphed into one of realization. he gently held your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, tilting your head up to meet his eyes, “ah, so you realize it now, my love. don’t you think your god deserves a reward?” he hummed, leaning into kiss you. he paused, a inch away from your lips. your noses were touching as he spoke, “yes or no, dear?”

you shook your head. alhaitham frowned. it wasn’t genuine. he knew he would get you to break eventually. “i’ve done so much for you, and all you are is ungrateful,” his voice was harsh and threatening. his grasp on your wrist tightened, sending a surge of pain throughout you body. his grip was so constricting, you could see your hand begin to turn purple. it felt numb. 

“alhaitham,” you whimpered out, trying to pull away from his grasp.

his face softened and a small smile appeared on his lips, “so you accept that i’m your god?” 

“i never said that- ah!”

his hand tightened around your wrist even more. he leaned forward, a menacing look on his face, and whispered into your ear, “who am i to you, shrine-keeper?”

swallowing your pride, you mumbled, “a god.”

he yanked on your wrist, causing you to yelp, “try again.”

“my god,” you whispered. you looked up at alhaitham with your blurry vision. you didn’t even realize you were crying until he used his free-hand to wipe your cheeks. 

“put it together now,” he demanded.

“you’re my god.” alhaitham let out a sigh of relief, finally letting go of your wrist. you pulled your wrist to your chest, gently caressing the bruise that was already starting to appear. 

“now, shall we have some fun?” alhaitham murmured, grabbing at the fabric of your garments. when you pulled away, he grumbled. “i could make you feel so good, sweetheart. don’t you want me to?”

you shook your head, “go away! leave the shrine!”

“leave my own shrine?” alhaitham scoffed. he was done playing these foolish games of yours. bickering back and forth was getting him nowhere. “that’s quite enough, stupid shrine-keeper,” he growled before kissing you roughly. his lips lacked any sort of rhythm or gentleness. he bit, nibbled, and sucked on your lips, not caring about the small whimpers and whines you let out, and the way you tried to push him away. 

his hands travelled down to your waist as he pulled your body flush against his. it was such a crude sight with the way he forced his tongue into your mouth and rolled his hips against your body, searching for any sort of friction. this was a scenario he longed for—to claim his lovely shrine-keeper for his own. on one of your many visits to the shrine, you had spoken of other men in your village, but none of them could amount to a deity, could they? the pleasure he would give you would send you straight to paradise, if you just let him! he couldn’t understand why you were being so stubborn.

when he finally pulled away from the kiss, he whispered in your ear, “do you want more?” your hesitation made him nibble on your earlobe as he awaited your response. after a moment passed, he sighed. “no one will know. i’ll be gentle, i promise. whatever it is that’s holding you back, don’t fret your pretty little head about it. i’ll take care of it. just tell me what it is. i would do anything for my little shrine-keeper,” though his tone was calm and unwavering, his speech pattern seemed almost frantic. he was desperate. your silence cut through his heart like the sharp blade that led to his demise centuries ago. his hands on your waist tightened, “speak.”

“fine,” you whispered, barely audible. alhaitham perked up, immediately clashing his mouth against yours. he forced his tongue back into your mouth, except this time, it was more welcome. his heart nearly jumped out of his chest when he felt your hand on the side of his neck. when your other hand went to his cheek, he melted into your touch. you didn’t know the effect you had on him. you were everything to him. 

alhaitham pulled away from the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours, “i love you so much.” he didn’t expect you to respond. he knew you wouldn’t, though he wished you did. he knew you didn’t share his feelings, but he hoped he could change your mind. everything about you was just so sweet and lovable. he wanted to dote on you for the rest of your mortal life if you’d let him. but he could tell by the look of disgust on your face when he proclaimed his love, he was far from his final goal. it angered him. nothing would make him happier than you loving him back, or at least sharing some of his affection. he was a deity, after all, but you looked at him as if he was some kind of lowlife criminal. he didn’t get it.

“strip,” he demanded, taking a step back to let you fullfil his order. his voice cut through the silence like a knife. tears welled in your eyes upon hearing his command. alhaitham glared at you. “don’t be a crybaby, you agreed to this.” you nodded, sniffling as you wiped your eyes, stopping any tears that were threatening to fall. with your back turned to him, you stripped down naked, feeling humiliated. you were exposed, on the top of a mountain, at a sacred shrine. the cold wind and chilly air surrounded your naked body as you covered your chest and cunt with your arms and hands. 

“are you cold?” alhaitham gently wrapped an arm around your waist, and pulled you back against his chest. his body was warm, almost comforting. his mouth peppered kisses along your neck and shoulder, making you squirm in his grasp. when you nodded your head, he took off the cape he was wearing and put it on your shoulders. “face me,” and you did so. his eyes widened in awe. he dropped to his knees, kissing your stomach gently as he looked up at you through half-lidded eyes. it was as if he was hypnotized by your body. “stunning,” he murmured, his fingers dancing across your abdomen. the more affecionate he was, the more inclined you were to fully unveil the rest of your body. slowly removing your hands from your crotch and chest, he was too enchanted by the rest of your body to notice. when alhaitham finally noticed, he let out a gasp. 

alhaitham’s fingers graze your waist, then your hip, then your pelvic bone, nearing your crotch. “may i?” he looked up at you with pleading eyes. he looked so vulnerable, so adorable in that moment. you couldn’t help but agree. with a smile, he gently traced your labia with his fingers before collecting your precum and plunging one of his fingers into your hole without warning. you let out a shocked yelp, stumbling slightly, but alhaitham’s freehand grabbed your leg, steadying you. “shh, you’re taking my fingers so well.”

you whined, reaching down to caress the top of his head. alhaitham blushed slightly. in all his years existing as an omnipresent deity, he never would have fathomed the affect a mortal such as yourself would have on him. even before he was a god, he was a warrior—a cruel one at that. but, he was currently on his knees for human being, of regular status. it wasn’t his fault. it’s like you had him under some sort of spell.

you were so adorable, he couldn’t help himself from shoving another finger into you, not caring that you barely had time to adjust to the first one. he continued to slowly, and rhythmically move his fingers in and out of you. attentively, he watched the way your face expression changed with each movement of his fingers. he observed the pleasurable faces you made when he hit a good spot, and the uncomfortable look that painted your features when his fingers went too deep (which he murmured an apology for). 

“alhaitham,” you moaned out, feeling your legs tremble. you didn’t know how much longer you could stay standing. if it wasn’t for alhaitham’s hand still on the back of your thigh, steadying you, you would have fallen over by now. 

“you’re doing great, sweetheart. just a little longer,” he murmured before giving kitten licks to your clit. when you whined loudly, he chuckled, blowing hot air onto your sensitive cunt. he sped up the pace of his fingers, and began sucking on your clit harshly. each motion sent a surge of pleasure through your entire body. by now, his cock was unbearably hard in his pants, but he was too focused on you to care. 

“please, alhaitham,” you whimpered. alhaitham didn’t respond. instead, he fuck you with his fingers even faster, reaching places that you always failed to reach with your smaller hands. his two fingers alone were filling you up so nicely, and his tongue was flicking your sensitive clit. you couldn’t take it anymore. with a loud moan, you came on his fingers, trembling as your body lurched forward. he took his fingers out of you just in time to stop you from falling. his two hands were on your hips before he gently pulled you down. you were on your back, lying on top of the cape he had wrapped around your shoulders, as you looked up at him. his eyes were full of adoration.

“i’m going to make you mine,” he growled, kissing from your abdomen all the way to your neck, leaving kisses and small bites along the way. he relished the way you whined and whimpered, but stayed perfectly still for him. “you’re being so good,” he praised, nipping your shoulder gently as to not leave a trace. the deity didn’t dare mark your skin. your body was too perfect to be tainted in such barbaric ways. although, the bruise around your wrist of his own making is something he’ll ignore. he wasn’t thinking straight then. it was a weak moment for him! an angel like you only comes around once every few centuries (he was certain of that), and therefore, you must be treated like one. 

“alhaitham!” the moment you needily whined his name, pulling him out of his thoughts, he’s tugging down his pants and taking his aching cock out. he was big, but you expected nothing more for a warrior, let alone a deity. 

“you’re so lovely, my little shrine-keeper. every part of you is magnificent… as if you were sculpted into the perfect being,” he hummed, teasingly rubbing his cock up and down your folds. he adored how your body twitched in anticipation. alhaitham leaned over to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, led by him. as if the kiss was some sort of distraction, he plunged his cock into you. his lips captured every moan and whimper you let out. once he was fully sheathed, he stayed still for a moment, pulling away to watch your facial expressions. 

“move,” you demanded, but your shaky voice belied all authority your demand had. 

alhaitham chuckled, “seems like we still need to work on your manners, hm?”

“please,” the desperate look in your eyes was enough.

“that’s it, sweetheart,” alhaitham praised before slowly moving in and out of your sensitive cunt. his pace was almost excruciatingly tame. this was on purpose. the deity was going at such a pace to watch the way you squirmed underneath him, rolling your hips in an attempt to pleasure yourself. “behave,” he scolded, grabbing onto your hips. 

with a loud cry, you pleaded with him, “please! move faster, please!”

“hm, you’re going to need to convince me,” he grinned, chuckling when he saw your frown deepen.

“please, i’ll be good! i promise, i swear!” you whined, wriggling beneath him impatiently.

alhaitham chuckled in wry amusement, “oh, you swear, do you?” you fervently nodded your head. “hm, then i suppose i can indulge you, can’t i?” before you could think of a response, he pulled all the way out before slamming back in. he continued to fuck you at a brutal pace. it almost made you prefer his previous speed—almost—he was hitting so many good places, ones that you never knew were so pleasurable. 

the way he slammed in and out of your greedy hole left you a moaning and crying mess, completely at the mercy of your deity. your tear-stained face and quivering chin only served as further motivation for alhaitham. each sob you let out made him pound into you harder, wondering how hard he could go until you broke. he would love nothing more than his angel to be fucked stupid on his cock, and with how he was pleasuring you right now, that wouldn’t be difficult. you were already in some sort of a daze, with your mouth agape and your eyes shut as tears rolled down your cheeks. moans and incoherent babblers flew out of your mouth faster than alhaitham could fuck you. 

“you feel so good, angel. i’m surprised you’re taking me so well,” he chuckled between grunts. “it’s like you were made to be mine.” a sinister look flashed in his eyes before quickly disappearing. rapidly, you felt your orgasm approaching, but your blubbering wasn’t coherent enough for alhaitham to know that. the deity was pleasantly surprised when you came on his cock, your walls squeezing him roughly, as if your body was trying to milk him for all he’s worth. “fuck, angel,” he groaned, releasing a load of his semen deep inside of your cunt. however, this didn’t make him stop. he continued to relentlessly thrust into your poor oversensitive cunt, revelling in the way your body shuddered uncontrollably. 

each movement of his hips forced another loud, blissful mouth from your pretty lips, which mixed with the squelching sounds. the cum from his previous orgasm had formed a lewd ring near the base of his cock, that kept moving higher up as he reached deeper inside of you. he knew he had hit your cervix when you withered in pain, letting out a loud squeal. 

“hush, angel,” alhaitham hummed. his breathing was heavy and laboured whilst he leaned over, pressing a kiss to your hairline. he slowed down his thrusts, but still went deep, kissing your cervix each time as he gently rubbed circles on your hips with his thumbs. “you’re doing so well, sweetheart. just a little longer, alright?” when you nodded your head in understanding, he took his hand up to your face and wipe your tear-soaked cheeks. “i love you, angel,” he murmured, leaving a peck on your cheek before he started to speed up, yet again.

this time, it was more bearable when he’d hit your cervix, his tip threatening to intrude it at any moment. he continued to coo at you whilst his cock overstimulated your cunt beyond belief. it didn’t help when alhaitham’s hand left your face to vigorously roll your clit, adoring how much louder your whines and moans got. with one final thrust, he buried his cock to its hilt in your cunt as his tip finally reached past your cervix, shooting his cum deep inside of your womb with a loud grunt. 

“‘haitham!” you squealed, tears running down your cheeks like a waterfall as you had your third orgasm of the day. alhaitham chuckled, staying sheathed inside of you.

“don’t worry, angel. that’s all for today,” he hummed, gently running his fingers up and down your stomach. your entire body was trembling. alhaitham thought it was cute how sensitive you were. 

once the deity finally pulled out, his cum seeping out of your hole, making a mess of your thighs, he laid beside you on the ground and pulled you into his embrace. as you laid on his chest, with his cape covering your body, you couldn’t stop your heavy eyelids from closing. 

[stuarfires]

BAD GUY! ✧ KINKTOBER D1

your step-father, blade, is a bad dad.

cw// modern! au, afab! reader, step-cest, orgasm control (edging), daddy kink, fingersucking, cunt slapping. notes: i know im late, ill try to catch up :] lmk if u guys have any ideas

blade wasn’t a good step-father. that was evident as his large hand splayed between your thighs, rubbing over your clothed cunt. his movements were slow and tantalizing. this was a game to him. your mother was downstairs, dutifully preparing dinner, while you were sat in his lap, your hand cupped over your mouth as he teased you. it was a game. the rush of risk, the thrill of corrupting, and the depravity. all of it was a dark pleasure he craved. 

blade wasn’t a good step-father. the way your panties clung to your soaking cunt allowing him to see the outline of your folds made him grin devilishly. whispering darkly in your ear, he chuckled, “all for me, baby?” the smell of his favourite marlboro cigarettes lingered on his breath. you didn’t answer. he pinched your inner thigh, earning a pitiful squeak. “you’re grown enough to know your manners.” his displeasure was obvious in his tone. 

“sorry, dad,” the words sounded weak coming out of your mouth. he hated it. 

“what was that?” 

slap.

your cunt stung.

“i’m sorry, daddy!” you whined loudly. he quickly covered your mouth.

“be good,” he grumbled, his hand lowering from your mouth to focus on your cunt. his other hand kept your legs spread apart. he rested his chin in your shoulder. his hot breath hit your neck, momentarily distracting you from the gust of air on your cunt. he had pulled your panties aside, sliding his index finger along the slit. your juices collected on his finger. with a satisfied hum, he lifted his digit to your lips. “taste, dumb bunny.” you nodded your head and obediently parted your lips. the taste of your own juices hit your tongue as his index finger pushed past your lips. blade raised a brow in surprise when you hollowed your cheeks, sucking on the digit. “greedy little thing… already addicted to your own taste. now you know how daddy feels.” he pulled his finger out with a pop.

blade wasn’t a good step-father. his hand couldn’t help but travel back down to your cunt, pulling your panties to the side once again. they were becoming quite the inconvenience for him, but their time was limited. the smell of food wafted upstairs. blade wasted no time plunging his middle finger into your cunt, watching you writhe in his lap. your wriggles rubbed against his crotch, making his hard cock throb. you could feel it pulsate against your ass. 

“stop squirming, sweetheart,” he scolded gently, his middle finger plunging in and out of you. his hand that had previously held your thigh went to your mouth. he stuck two fingers past your lips, muffling your moans. he stuck a second finger inside of your pussy, feeling your gummy walls convulse. “don’t tell me you’re cumming already,” he pulled out and slapped your cunt. when your body jolted, he chuckled mockingly. in a tone oozing faux-sympathy, he hummed, “what’s that, dumb girl? you don’t like when daddy hits your pretty pussy?” his finger pressed down on your tongue, preventing you from answering. 

blade wasn’t a good step-father. he enjoyed tormenting you. his hand cupped your crotch, but he didn’t dare do anything more. he witnessed you squirm and buck your hips, trying to get any sort of friction on your aching cunt. each buck earned you a harsh slap, but each slap only made you closer to cumming. a knot was in your stomach already. he could hear how close you were by your breathing. your breath was quickening and your chest was rising rapidly. “so desperate. i don’t like desperate girls,” he pulled both of his hands away from you, leaning back on the bed. 

“daddy?” your voice sounded so small, it was pathetic. 

“i told you, i don’t like desperate girls.” he whispered in your ear, but the sight of you right now was so adorable, he couldn’t help himself. he gently kissed below your ear while one of his hands returned to your body, giving your hip a squeeze.

“not desperate,” you protested weakly. “i just want to cum, please? i can’t think straight when i’m around you. i get so warm. i need you.”

blade left kisses trailing down your neck. “what do you want, dumb girl?” when you tried to grab his hand to show him, he quickly pulled away. “words.”

“your fingers.” you started off, your voice shaky. “in me, please.” blade hummed in approval. his hand returned to your cunt. he wasted no time plunging his fingers back in. his rhythm was fast and unforgiving. your head rolled back, resting against his shoulder as he sped up his pace. 

“cum on daddy’s fingers like the dumb little bunny you are,” he murmured. you whined, bucking your lips to meet his fingers. only a few more moments, and you came all over blade’s hand with a moan. “good job. now, daddy’s turn.”

[knightswings]

PRETTY KNOTS | kinktober day 2 ୭̥⋆*｡

bruce wayne x talia al ghul

prompt: kidnapping

cw// kidnapping, bondage, handjob, p in v sex, breeding kink

bruce comes to with his body tied up in ropes, spread out on a bed. he’s not sure how he got there; the last thing he remembers is being on patrol for the first night solo in however many years before it all goes dark. bruce wayne is a detective, and as detectives do—he investigates. there’s not much wiggle room in the rope, but it’s comfortable—soft even. his body is tied up almost like a star, but the way it’s tied up—it’s almost beautiful in a way. intricate knots hold his naked body firm on the bed, connected to the frame. he continues to make inferences when soft humming starts to fill the room, craning his neck up to look at his kidnapper.

“hello my beloved,” talia smiles. “i see you’ve awaken and seen my surprise.” she slowly creeps closer to the bed.

“talia. what have you done.”

“you still owe me one more night together, so i decided to take matters into my own hands,” she shrugs before sitting on the bed. “don’t you look the prettiest all tied up for me, beloved?” bruce has to admit, he’s always loved how freeing it feels to let go and let someone tie him up. however, this was not the time for this, he has a city to protect.

the bat tugs at the restraints, “talia, you have to let me go, gotham needs me. i can be all yours another night.” her smile falters for only a moment before she regains her composure.

she drags her fingers down bruce’s chest, “there’s nothing to worry about beloved. your city is safe. you are mine tonight.” talia places a short kiss to his lips before slowly kissing down his jaw. “you know you want this, don’t you beloved?” bruce grunts but makes no moves to escape. she smiles once more before kissing down his body getting close to his happy trail. “you’ve always been so handsome, beloved. if only you would join me, damian would be our perfect heir but we could have more.”

“talia-” bruce starts but is cut off by the assassin’s nails dragging lightly on his cock. his hips buck up as his body chases the feeling. “more please?”

“there he is. i knew you would come back around.” talia wraps her hand around bruce’s cock, stroking the man slowly but firmly. as much as he loves to deny it—talia al ghul knows bruce wayne’s body like the back of her hand. she knows exactly how to make him crumble simply with her hands. her hands drag up and down his cock tightly, flicking up at the tip—just the way bruce loved it—making him putty in her hands. she plants a featherlight kiss on the tip before raising her body above his and sinking down on his cock. “see beloved? it’s a perfect fit. we’re meant to do this. you and me, forever.”

bruce moans deeply as he tries to thrust his hips up, “beloved please, let me feel you.” he craved the feeling of her in his hands, had missed it; all the late nights the two shared. the way her heat molded so perfectly around him, the way she clenched around him, all of it. it was all too much for someone who had a lack of action recently. he could feel how embarrassingly quick his orgasm was coming up. “fuck- wait talia slow down i’m gonna,” bruce moans.

“come in me, beloved. together we will create a better world. we are stronger together, our children will be the strongest,” talia rolled her hips harder, grinding into bruce. he felt the knot in his stomach snap as he came with a cry of talia’s name while cum filled her insides. it felt too good, so sinful. “you look prettiest like this my dear bruce, so pretty in these lovely knots under me.”

bruce slowly nods as his vision goes back to black.

authors note: look who finally posted on the correct day!!! barely… but i did!!! hope u guys enjoyed <3

[knightswings]

ROUND TWO | kinktober day 1 ୭̥⋆*｡

jason todd x roy harper

prompt: masturbation and orgasm control

cw// masturbation, orgasm control, mommy kink, begging, dacryphilia, very slight breeding kink

“please mommy, please i just wanna cum i’ve been so good,” jason pleads as his orgasm is denied for the third time tonight. roy smiles cruelly as he wordlessly directs him to continue stroking his own cock, revelling in his already fucked out state.

“but you’re looking so pretty like this jaybird, how could i make you stop? look at you all fucked out for me and i haven’t even touched you once,” roy coos as jason whines out. it had to be cruel—what roy was doing to jason. making him touch himself while roy sits spread out all perfect with his stupid cock out, not touching jason while edging him for hours. it could bring tears to jason’s eyes—could. not that it has, but he would never admit it. “just a couple more pretty boy, doing so good for me baby. be a good boy and i’ll let you fuck me, yeah?” jason nods enthusiastically, stroking his cock faster with the other’s promise.

jason’s whines fill up the room perfectly as he slips further and further into a deeper subspace, bucking his hips up and fucking into his fist. “please mommy i’m so close i wanna cum. i-i need it please need it so bad.”

“no.” roy smirks as jason whines but listens to him. “aw, poor baby gonna cry? need to cum that bad birdy?” what comes out of jason’s mouth can’t even be classified as words—noises fly out of his mouth as he begs roy to let him come.

whatever strength roy had remaining quickly left his body as he fills the space next to jason, removing his hand to place his own in an ‘o’ motion at the base of his cock. “no, no please i’ve been so good please.” tears fall from jason’s eyes as he pleads with roy, only to choke on his words as roy sinks down on his cock. a stream of ‘thank you’s and ‘please’s fall from his lips.

“you wanna come baby? wanna come in mommy, pretty boy?” roy slowly bounces on his cock without removing his hand. jason’s eyes find his as he nods frantically. “too bad pretty boy, you gotta earn it. make mommy come first and you’ll get your reward.” he is quickly flipped over wordlessly as the raven-haired man fucks into roy with haste.

jason fucks roy with vigor, placing his hand on his cock and stroking him quickly. “please mommy wanna feel you come, please come for me i’ve been so so good. feels so good when you cum on my cock so so good.”

roy’s eyes roll back from the pleasure. he feels his stomach bunch into knots as he gets closer to his peak. “just like that jay, so close. fucking mommy so good baby.” just the look in jason’s eyes could make roy come on the spot. “almost there, pretty boy. harder baby fuck me so good just like that baby.” roy’s vision goes white as his orgasm crashes through his entire body—body shaking as his hands fly up to jason’s shoulders and nails dig into his back.

“please mommy i was so good let me cum please let me cum. wasn’t i such a good boy for you mommy?” jason cries as his patience wears thin; thrusts getting sloppier.

roy comes down from his high and smashes his lips into jason’s; lips locking in a messy kiss. “come for mommy baby. fill mommy up, such a good boy.” that’s all it takes for the floodgates to come crashing down as jason’s orgasm hits him like a train. he holds roy close trying to pump his come as deep into the other as possible. roy holds him just as close, rolling his hips slowly to help jason through his orgasm.

jason slowly comes down from his high before leaving light kisses all over roy’s face.

“ready for round two?”

authors note: hiii guys!! i’m so sorry this one is… *checks notes* 2 hours late… i had to take my roommate to the er and blah blah blah. don’t worry she’s okay!!! but i hope you guys enjoyed day 1 of kinktober!!!

[stuarfires]

omg i just noticed you’re back 😭❤️ i missed your writing sm !! i hope you’re doing well 🫶

hii thank you so much! i’m very glad to be back :) i’ve been swamped with university which is why i dipped for a little bit.

@knightswings pulled me back for kinktober !! i’m excited to be writing againnn

[stuarfires]

GETAWAY CAR! ✧ HSR & GENSHIN

when you get your freak on in the car crazyyy styleee

cw// afab! reader, fingering, slapping, distracted driving, light sub/dom dynamics, oral sex (m receiving). chars: jing yuan, alhaitham, kaeya, welt, ayato, blade, dan heng, argenti, luocha, itto, kaveh, thoma

his eyes are always on the road but his hands hardly ever stay on the wheel. when you give him attitude from the passenger seat, his right hand is abrasive, pushing up your skirt with ease and pulling your panties to the side. if you try to close your legs—and you rarely do—he gives your thigh a harsh slap, leaving a bright red mark on your otherwise untainted skin. “be good.” the words come out gruffly, like it’s obvious that you should behave though you both know your brattiness is second nature. his tone has an air of disappointment. he thought he had tamed your attitude by now. nonetheless, his thick digits plunge into your sopping cunt. his pace is fast like the speed of the highway he’s driving on. his eyes stay on the road, ignoring how you whine and tell him you’re sorry. your nails clawing at his forearm, murmuring how this is unsafe, but the way your cunt clenches tells him to keep going. he won’t stop until the leather seat is drenched in your juices and he’ll happily lick it up later.

⋆ jing yuan, alhaitham, kaeya, welt, ayato, blade

he is easy to rile up, so focused on the road he doesn’t even notice you leaning over the middle console to put your hand on his crotch. he stiffens immediately. you can even feel it in the way he drives. every turn is sharper now. uncomfortably, he shifts in the driver’s seat. he wants to question you, but the words never quite make it out of his mouth. suddenly his belt is unbuckled, dangling in his lap, and his fly is unzipped. any and all protests die on his tongue the moment he feels you pull his cock out of his boxers. obedience. he falls apart at your touch. when your warm mouth wraps around his twitching cock, he can’t help but jolt. the car follows suit. times like this, he’s grateful cruise control exists. one of his big hands cradle the back of your head, desperately shoving you down. he didn’t just want you to take more. he needs you to take more. he cums hard and quick. so hard that his head rolls back, eyes closing in complete bliss. the only thing that draws him back is the feeling of the gravel under the tire as the car veered off the pavement. 

⋆ dan heng, argenti, luocha, itto, kaveh, thoma